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Corrective Punishment
🕑 Added 2021-05-31 15:55:42 +0000 UTC"You know," the blonde college student said, "Your daughter is really immature."
June blinked in surprise, and then nodded and pushed the coffee cup across the table. She doubted that Brie had heard what her friend had just said, given that she was stretched out across the couch in the next room in front of the TV.
"It's the trust fund which her father left her," she sighed. "She's always known that she wouldn't need to work once she turned eighteen. The payments already started a few months ago."
Aubrey accepted the drink with a polite nod, showing that not all girls their age were little monsters.
"And you can't take control of the money?"
June frowned and shook her head.
"No. It would have been nice. I've been working my butt off for the last eighteen years since I was in highschool myself."
Aubrey nodded sagely with wisdom far beyond her years.
June considered the girl.
"I suppose," June said, "You must come from quite a stable family."
"I was raised in the foster system."
"Oh!" June said, blinking, "It's just that you have such a mature air about you."
Aubrey sipped at her drink for a long moment, then lowered the cup gently with both hands.
"I had to grow up fast."
"Of course."
"And learned not to complain."
"Absolutely. I hear you. Though I put Brie in the foster system for the first few years and she didn't turn out any better for it."
Aubrey eyed June, then turned to her purse.
"I have something which I want to give you," she said. She removed a small device. It looked like a round, flat speaker, about the size of a seashell.
"What is it?"
"It's a little something I've been working on in my psychology class."
June took the device, and turned it over. It had a clip for being hung from a surface.
Aubrey sat back and let June play with the invention.
"It's a hypnotic suggestion tool," June said, "To be played while one is sleeping during the night. It can… Cause her to not be able to hide what a baby she is."
"How?"
"It can cause leaky pants and obedience. Enough for her to be put back in diapers and unable to argue about the TV channel being changed to Sesame Street. Enough to get her declared to be unfit for adulthood, in which case a guardian would need to take control of her trust fund."
June's jaw dropped.
"It can do that?"
"Yes. The technology has been used for treating people with eating disorders and such."
June tightened her grip on the device.
"Oh I don't know if anybody would accept it."
Aubrey leaned forward, and took her hand.
"June. She would be in diapers, sitting in a stroller. Everybody would just see what you and I see now."
June glanced to the living room, where the TV was blaring. Her daughter was short enough to fit in a stroller, though she'd look like a bigger kid with issues. Which she was, June thought with a huff to herself.
"So, if I were to do it, I'd just put it somewhere near where she's sleeping?"
"Yes. And don't let her find it. I have some diapers in the car which we can go fetch. It would be best to be prepared."
June blinked, and then nodded.
"Oh, and there's a few more things..."
---
June knocked on her daughter's door.
"One minute!" Brie cried.
June flung the door open, and smirked.
There stood her daughter in wet underpants, with her pajamas and bedding bunched in her arms.
"Mom!!"
"No young lady," June boomed, placing her hands on her hips.
"It was just an accident!"
"Get it all downstairs to the laundry right now. Then you are wearing these."
June held up a pair of pink training pullups triumphantly.
"Where'd… Where'd you even get..."
"Now!"
Brie squeaked, and raced downstairs with her bundle of dirty washing.
June smirked at how without her makeup and studded clothes, Brie really didn't look too big to be treated this way.
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"How have things progressed this week?" Aubrey asked, as they perused the items in the baby store, going to a larger section for special needs kids.
"Oh, good," June said, "She's moved to full diapers at nighttime, and double pullups during the day."
"And did the nanny who I suggested work out?"
"Brie wasn't happy about it at first, but I put my foot down. I think she’s just glad to be out and about without me, though she does have the nanny's supervision."
Plus, the nanny dealt with the more unsavory things. June scrunched her nose at the thought of changing diapers.
"How about this one?" Aubrey asked, turning to a stroller.
"Oh I don't know if she'd fit."
Aubrey shrugged. "You hop in."
"Excuse me?"
"You're about the same size, without your shoes. That way we'll know if it's a good fit."
"I don't know…"
Aubrey folded her arms. "Are you being difficult after everything I've helped you with?"
"No, but…"
"Oh, I know."
Aubrey clicked her fingers, and summoned one of the store workers over.
"Oh hey Aubrey!"
"Hey Samantha. Do you have any of those cute special needs diapers for bigger kids?"
"Sure. Why?"
Aubrey pushed June towards Samantha.
"We need to see if there's room in the stroller while wearing them. Can you help her?"
"Sure! Come along sweetie."
June found her hand taken by the large store clerk, and all at once she was being tugged away. She felt dizzy, and let out a breath she didn't know that she'd been holding. Aubrey was almost getting intimidating in her confidence.
"Now, what kind of diapers?" the clerk asked, stopping them before a whole aisle wall of them.
"Um, these ones," June said, pointing to the Big Bird print disposables which she and Aubrey had picked out for Brie. Though they were quite high up, and she had to wait for the store worker to collect them.
Samantha took her hand again, though strangely she began leading her away from the strollers.
"Um it's that way," June said with a light tug.
"No it isn't. Don't be a difficult shopper dear."
June pouted, and allowed herself to be marched into the bathrooms. Right up to the changing tables…
By the time she realized what she intended, the clerk had already pulled down her pants.
"Oh!" June gasped, "They're not for me!"
"Hrm. Are you sure sweetie?" Samantha asked, then poked at a wet spot on June's underwear.
"That's just a little accident," June insisted while covering herself up.
She needed to speak to Aubrey about the second device which she'd been instructed to place near her own bed, which nullified any of the hypnotic suggestions which made it from Brie's room. June was starting to wonder if it wasn’t working quite right.
"And do you have many of these little accidents hon?"
"Um…"
"Don't lie to me, or I'll tell your babysitter."
"My… She's not my babysitter! She's here helping me to get some cribs and strollers and toys and stuff!"
"Of course. Well you can't shop while you might be wetting your pants, so up we go."
June sulked as she was lifted onto the changing table. Why was nobody listening to her?!
She gasped as her panties were whisked down her legs. Somehow she still hadn't made the connection with what was going to happen. Then the crinkly diaper came out, with that stupid Big Bird on the front.
"Don't make me wear that," she whined.
"Now now, we have to see if they’ll fit in the stroller. Don't be a difficult girl. No wonder you need these."
June sniffled as the diaper was slipped beneath her backside. This was all wrong, but she didn't have Aubrey here to correct it and explain what they intended. Plus she couldn't exactly go admitting her plan to hypnotize her own daughter to random strangers. They didn't know what a spoiled brat Brie was or how much money was at stake!
The bulk of the diaper immediately raised her hips, with the thick bulk immediately proving uncomfortable.
Samantha spent some time between her legs with some sort of buzzing razor, and when June struggled for a moment, she received a hard slap on her backside, which she obeyed despite herself.
The clerk just needed to be told about the mixup. Now June understood, as her overwhelmed head began to make sense of things.
Her focus crumbled again as Samantha began working cream and powder into June's bottom.
"Hrm," the clerk said, "We'll need a soaker to know whether that stroller can fit a used diaper. Bott up!"
June didn't quite know what that meant, since she didn't change diapers herself, but she had a guess which seemed to get confirmed as something thick was slipped under her backside and raised her hips even further.
Then it was being taped up, all so thick that June could feel her legs being pushed apart.
“W-Wait!” she whined.
Samantha sighed, and slipped something into June’s mouth. June blinked and glanced down, and then realized what it was. She’d been pacified! She moved to grab at it, but one withering look from Samantha stopped her in her tracks.
“Hands down, or I’ll give you a real spanking.”
June reluctantly brought her hands to her sides, and lay still as the clerk diapered her. What was wrong with her? She was a woman in her thirties!!
“These will help with your little accidents, won’t they? Won’t they June?”
“MMhhm.”
“Good girl. I knew you could be good.”
June looked away as the blush burned her cheeks, and listened to the remaining tapes of her diaper being done up with noisy rips followed by a few moments of pressure on the front of her diaper, while the back pulled even tighter.
“Good girl. I bet you’ll like these diapees. Now down we go.”
June had to allow herself to be pulled forward along the changing table, since she could hardly move herself now in the giant bulk. She was like a tortoise stuck on her back!
Samantha helped her down, seeming to have no trouble with the much smaller June, and gave a loud pat on the back of her diaper.
June, for her part, was startled at just how much the diaper spread her legs, leaving her almost unable to stand up.
“Come along.”
All at once her hand was held again, and off they went. June was only able to stay up at this kind of speed with Samantha holding her hand, and she leaned into the girl for support.
They approached Aubrey, who was still inspecting the stroller, and the college girl turned to greet them. Now she’d see, and would help sort this out.
“She had wet panties,” Samantha immediately announced. She handed over June’s panties which somehow looked like the damp spot had grown since before.
“Is that true June?”
June flushed, wondering if she could take out her pacifier, or if a spanking was on the table.
“Mmhrm,” she nodded, then hung her head.
“Well it’s lucky Samantha put you in some protection. Now come on, let’s see if this stroller can fit a girl your size.”
June winced as the tall girls guided her into the stroller, lifting the bar and turning her around so that her bottom faced the seat, then pushing her in. The bar came down over her diaper, leaving her legs hanging free. Her feet rested on the stirrups with her knees slightly bent, though she was hardly too large for the stroller.
“Should we take it for a test run?”
“Just around the store.”
“Sure.”
June tried to sink into the chair, even if nobody else was in the store. Thankfully there was a short shade cloth on the stroller’s hood, though they didn’t put it right down.
They went around the store a few times, then the women stopped to discuss various items such as the cribs and bouncers.
June sat in her stroller, occasionally struggling slightly against the straps but finding herself rather stuck, and wondered if she could take her pacifier out yet, though didn’t dare. Her diaper was getting so clammy so quickly, and, frankly, she was starting to worry that she’d had another little accident while not thinking about it during all that.
“Would you like to walk her home in that?”
June’s eyes widened. She began struggling and kicking.
“Huh? What is it June?” Aubrey asked, leaning down. “Did you need something? Use your words.”
She pointed to the pacifier, then Aubrey laughed and reached in to pop it out.
“I… I can’t go out like this.”
“Mmm, that’s true. Samantha, can you go get her fixed up?”
“Sure.”
All at once the stroller was moving again, and off to the bathroom they went.
June wasn’t sure if she was grateful for getting the trip in the stupid stroller, since the alternative was trying to walk in the thick diapers and holding Samantha’s hand for support.
They stopped outside the bathroom door, and Samantha departed for a moment, then returned and pushed the stroller in.
She let June out with practiced precision, and stood her on the tiled floor. Finally!
Only, Samantha began undoing June’s jacket. Dammit, this didn’t need to come off just to get the diaper off. Still, she was getting the diaper off, so she’d not argue back right now. She didn’t want to get into trouble.
Soon she’d been stripped right down to her diaper. Looking down now without her clothes giving her any cover, she could see how it poked out between her legs, and the top of Big Bird smiled up cheerfully at her.
June blinked as her top was pulled back over her head. What? Didn’t Samantha want to get the diaper off? Did she even know what she was doing? And what about June’s bra??
She blinked as Samantha crouched down and did something between her legs. Was she taking the diaper off? It sounded like buttons snapping into place.
Samantha stood back up, looking over June with a nod at her handiwork, and then turned to pick up a pair of little green velcro shoes from the changing table.
June glanced down in confusion. Wait, what? She was wearing a long lime-green shirt which went under her diap- No, it was a onesie. A onesie! She’d been putting Brie in enough of these over the last few days to recognize one, though Brie’s were pink, and well, she’d mostly had the nanny do the actual dressing.
“That’s… a onesie…”
“That’s right! Clever girl. Can you say thank you?”
June gaped.
“N-No I-”
She was interrupted as Samantha spun her around, and delivered a single hard smack on her diapered bottom, catching quite a bit of her thigh in the process.
“June. Use your manners.”
“I…”
“Say Thank You Miss Samantha.”
June felt a little bit of pee squirt into her diaper for real this time, right as she’d hoped to argue back. What would happen if she insisted on getting changed and they found that? Would June have to be in diapers full-time?
“Th.. Thank you Miss Samantha.”
Samantha beamed. “Good girl,” she said, then leaned down and pointed to her cheek.
June stared in confusion, then her eyes widened as she remembered seeing the nanny do the same thing with Brie. Wincing, she stepped forward on tippy toes and delivered a kiss to Samantha’s cheek.
“Good girl,” Samantha said.
Then, somehow, she produced another pacifier. She helped June into the green shoes, and even did up the velcro for her - which might be necessary right now since June could hardly lean over in her diaper - and soon June was back in the stroller.
When they returned to the store floor, Aubrey was waiting with a big green diaper bag, not unlike the pink bag she’d given to her for Brie on the first day.
“Now, should we go?” she asked.
It turned out to be rhetorical, because in a moment they emerged out the door into the sunlight.
---
June sniffled, and hit the noise toy on the side of her crib. A moment later Mama Aubrey stuck her head into her nursery door.
“What is it buba? Did you have another booboo.”
Behind Mama, Mommy Samantha also entered the room. She and Moma were wearing their elegant grownup nightgowns and looked like they’d just been interrupted doing something very adult.
“Bad dream,” June sulked.
“Daw,” Mama laughed, then turned to check on the seashell-sized speaker hanging in the middle of June’s mobile.
“What was your dream about? The diaper change monster? I told you, you can’t stay in those dirty diapers forever.”
“N-No,” June sniffed, then gave up. How could she explain to Mommy that she’d dreamed of being an adult, and for a moment had forgotten everything which had happened in the last year? Or was it two years? Or three? June had no concept of time anymore. She considered the seasons that she and her sister had seen while at the playground, though she quickly lost count.
“Her diaper’s pretty full,” Mama said, removing a hand from the crib.
“Can it wait? Her sister’s is about that bad but I left it until morning.”
Mama shrugged. “Sure. It was only a dream anyway.”
Mommy and Mama departed, closing the nursery door, though they left it open an inch to let some light in.
June thought about the fading memory of being a grownup. Only a dream...
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This started as a caption which grew into a story, at which point I realized that it was becoming quite similar to an older story I liked for how it used these tropes called Teenager Troubles.
