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Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 3
🕑 Added 2023-08-23 00:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Jordan sat dazed in the corner of the bathroom on his cold and sopping wet diaper, still trying to wrap his head around everything his Aunt Myra just explained would be his new rules while at her house.
Diapers 24/7. Toilet off limits. Literally forced to talk like a three year old. Who knew what else she would impose as well. Crawling instead of walking? Forced to eat baby food? Drinking from a sippy cup… or better yet, a baby bottle? It was all so over the top and nightmarish.
And yet, Jordan tried to remind himself that he was still only at his Aunt’s house for that weekend. It was Friday, and he was going home Sunday. He just had to make do and survive till then. Provided of course, his Mom didn’t find out…
That’s when Jordan’s anxiety surged again, though. It was a question he was too terrified to ask. But funny enough, as he slowly raised his gaze to his Aunt, who was still standing over him, she seemed to read his mind.
“Now,” Aunt Myra said. “Given your inability to follow through on your earlier promise of perfect behavior for the rest of the evening, I of course have every right at this point to disclose to your mother everything that’s happened regarding your behavior tonight. And I do mean… everything.”
Jordan gulped in terror as Aunt Myra placed her bare foot on the crotch of his diaper. He squirmed as he felt her squish his soggy padding into his still erect, stubby penis. Aunt Myra cackled.
“However, even so, I’m still going to give you one last chance to finish the rest of the evening in such a way that I still will not alert your mother to the full details of your behavior tonight,” she said.
“You are?” Jordan asked, his mouth still muffled from the pacifier.
“That’s right!” Aunt Myra said. “But it’s your last and final chance, Jordy-poo. So listen close. This is how the rest of the evening is going to go.”
“First, I’m going to return with some paper and crayons. You’re gonna keep that filthy, leaky diaper butt of yours planted on the bathroom floor, here, because I don’t want you leaking on anything elsewhere in my house. And you’re going to write out an apology to Lilly for all your abhorrent and disrespectful behavior earlier tonight.
“I expect the letter to be extremely thoughtful, heartfelt, and comprehensive in accounting for all the ways you’ve wronged her with your conduct tonight. But of course, the language should reflect your new household age of three years old. I will be checking your work, and if it’s not satisfactory in this respect, I promise, you’ll regret it. So do it right the first time.
“Then, I will issue you your third and final punishment for the night regarding your earlier tantrum, breaking one of my bowls, and the incredible disrespect you demonstrated toward myself and the rest of my family.
“When that punishment is finished, at that point, if I decide you’ve had long enough to sit in your mushy, pee-soaked, filth, the consequence of your undisclosed lack of potty training, you may ask me nicely and appropriately for a diaper change. And I will consider changing you.
“Finally, you will join the rest of the family for our family movie night tonight. You will be on your absolute perfect behavior in your new role as the house’s toddler. And if all goes well, with you performing all of the above, along with anything else I request of you, with total obedience and compliance regarding your new, baby-constrained role, I will consider your end of the bargain satisfied regarding whether or not I tell your mother. How does all that sound?” Aunt Myra asked.
“Ummm… okay!” Jordan said, looking up with wide eyes. In a way, it sounded more doable than he was expecting.
“Is Auntie so nice for giving the stinky, naughty little diaper wetter another chance? Huh?” Auntie Myra asked, putting her foot on the crotch of Jordan’s diaper again.
“Yesh, Auntie. Fank you!” Jordan eagerly nodded.
Aunt Myra cackled. “Alright, like I said, that disgusting, leaky diaper butt of yours doesn’t leave this bathroom until I say. I’ll be back shortly,” she said, turning to leave.
“Auntie Myra?” Jordan said, against his better judgement. “I have a question.”
She stopped and turned and shot him an impatient look.
“How come?” he asked.
“Hmm?” Aunt Myra said, raising an eyebrow.
“I mean, how come you’re giving me another chance? Another chance not to tell my Mom, after I already messed up and made you so mad?” Jordan asked.
He knew it was a stupid question. A crazy question. A disrespectful, question, even. But he couldn’t help it. He just had to ask. Otherwise, the situation just didn’t add up to him.
Aunt Myra stared back at him for a moment… then a slow grin came to her lips.
“You see, my naughty little diaper stinker,” Aunt Myra began. “While you hardly have a choice at this point, from my point of view, the quicker and more fully you submit to your new role in our home as a diaper-dependent toddler, the better.
“That’s because now that I know the truth about your perverse sexual attraction to my daughter, I am utterly disgusted and mortified beyond words. Therefore, I’m determined to nip this situation in the bud. I want to make sure your new role before my daughter is cemented, ASAP.
“I see it as my duty to prove to you that Lily will never, ever see you as anything ever again but the disgusting, filthy, repulsive little baby boy that you are, and you learn there’s zero possibility of her ever, ever reciprocating your perverse, disgusting, shameful infatuation.
“Oh, and I think your pathetic, diapered presence will have the bonus impact of making sure Oscar never wants to suffer going back to diapers again, as well, after he sees what it’s like for you up close!
“So, buckle up, diaper boy. I’m going to make sure your infantile, repulsive failure to be a man is an example to the whole house we’ll all never forget,” Aunt Myra said with a sinister grin. “Now, stay put, I’ll be back shortly with your letter-writing crayons!” she added in a sing-song tone, turning and leaving the bathroom.
Jordan watched her go, frozen in abject horror. He had no idea what secret plans Aunt Myra had in store for him to achieve her twisted ends, but he was sure he’d find out sooner than he realized.
Suddenly… Hissssssssss.
Jordan felt the bottom of his flooded diaper grow slightly warm again. He looked down to see a small puddle of urine leaking onto the tile floor from out of his leg bands.
He blushed hotly. Here he was, sitting right next to the toilet. And while he knew he wasn’t allowed to use it anymore, the fact that he wet himself helplessly right next to it, without even trying to use it, made him wonder for a moment if his Aunt was right. Maybe he did belong in humiliating, thick, puffy diapers 24/7 now.
He just hoped he could get that change his Aunt mentioned, soon. His cold, clammy, embarrassingly flooded and drooping diaper was really starting to itch…
***
Aunt Myra returned to the bathroom and dropped the crayons and wide ruled paper at Jordan’s feet.
“Just remember, the quicker you do this right, the quicker you get that stinky, peepee diaper changed. Cause by the way, pee-ew, I can already smell you from the hallway, leaky pants. I’ll be back to check your work shortly,” she said, then quickly left the bathroom again.
Jordan sighed and picked up one of the crayons, his diaper squishing and squelching under his bottom as he adjusted position.
He got to work, trying to write as legible as possible, humbling himself to Lilly as much as he could with his long-winded, groveling apology. At this point, he just wanted a diaper change.
A short time later, just as Jordan had dutifully finished filling two full pages writing his humiliating apology letter in crayon, Aunt Myra returned.
He anxiously sat on the floor of the bathroom as she stood over him and quietly read over his work.
“Not bad, but I think you could use a few paragraphs here describing her beauty. Oh, and here, expanding on this part where you mention how stupid you are,” Aunt Myra said, handing the letter back. “Here, you can write those additions on this extra sheet. Just draw a little arrow where you want to insert those parts.”
Jordan stared at her for a moment. He was sure he had just demeaned himself enough, but apparently not.
“Chop, chop,” Aunt Myra said, clapping her hands. “Do you want a diaper change before bed or not?”
Jordan shook it off and began quickly adding the additional lines while Myra stood over his shoulder, watching.
“Oh, and add another couple lines describing the stench of your diaper. And compare that to how she smells,” she added. “That’s a good little stinker. Taking responsibility for just what a naughty, stinky baby you are by using that crayon like a big boy.”
Finally, when she was seemingly satisfied, Aunt Myra took all the pages of the letter, read them over once more, then put them in her pocket.
“Alright, then, very good, baby-brains,” Aunt Myra said. “I’m very impressed. Not bad for a little boy who still wets himself in time out.”
As demeaning as her words were, Jordan couldn’t help but smile with the smallest bit of pride. He figured she would give the letter to Lilly later or something, he hardly cared. But at least he finally did something right.
A part of him was also secretly hoping that since he’d just done so good with the letter, his Aunt might forget about the other punishment she supposedly had planned for him.
“Now, I bet you’re feeling pretty eager for that diaper change, huh?” Aunt Myra asked.
Jordan eagerly nodded his head, giving her puppy eyes and whimpering.
Aunt Myra laughed. “Oh, I bet. But apologies, little guy, but Auntie promised you one more punishment before you get that chance. And Auntie never goes back on her promises,” she said.
Jordan frowned in disappointment as Aunt Myra gave him a demeaning scratch on his chin.
“But don’t worry, sit tight, and we’ll get that punishment taken care of,” she said, exiting the bathroom again, leaving Jordan to stew in his soggy diaper, waiting for her return.
***
As Jordan anxiously waited for Aunt Myra to return, he hoped that whatever punishment was left for him, it wasn’t too harsh compared to what he’d already been through so far tonight. From the brutal spanking, to the extended mouth-soaping, he’d already been through so much. Surely, she would take mercy on him, he thought.
However, when his Aunt returned a moment later, his spirits immediately sunk. She was holding a long, thin wooden cane.
The sight of it alone was absolutely terrifying. But the swish-shwish noise it made as Aunt Myra playfully swung it back and forth was so fearsome, Jordan immediately began wetting himself again as he kneeled on the bathroom floor before her.
Aunt Myra looked at Jordan’s petrified face… then snickered as fresh urine began dripping from the leg bands of his diaper again, on to the floor.
“Uh-oh. We gotta get you some plastic pants, don’t we leaky boy? You’re a heavy wetter. Especially when Auntie is here to punish you for being naughty,” she joked.
Jordan could only give a whimpering nod, pathetically grabbing the crotch of his already sopping wet diaper in a futile attempt to stop himself from peeing, only making the leaky stream of pee worse, as he squished his already saturated diaper, while failing to stop his bladder from continuing its stream.
Aunty Myra just laughed, then motioned for Jordan to come toward the bath tub.
“Alright, Jordy-poo, come on over. Let’s get you bent over, hands on the tub, diaper down, and butt out for Auntie,” she said, swishing the cane back and forth again.
Jordan was frozen in terror. The hand spanking he has suffered earlier that night was already one of the worst things he’d ever felt, and his butt was still in pain. The idea of being whipped by a cane was just…
“Jordan? Come here, right now,” Aunt Myra said sternly, pointing to a spot in front of the tub.
Jordan finally managed to slowly step toward the tub, his whole body trembling in fear.
“Bend over,” his Aunt ordered.
Jordan slowly complied, leaning forward toward the tub.
“Now, let’s just drop this filthy, pee-soaked diaper of yours down enough to reveal that lovely, pee-soaked bottom of yours,” Aunt Myra said, untaping his heavy diaper enough to pull it just below his butt. “Oh yes, that glistening bottom will look so nice once Auntie has painted it with some lovely red learning stripes.”
Jordan instinctively placed his hands on his bare behind, trembling in terror as Aunt Myra loudly swished the cane back and forth, preparing for the first blow.
“Ten proper licks on your bare, pee-soaked behind ought to do it. Provided you take them all without buckling or shouting out, and you follow directions. I expect you to count each strike and thank me afterward,” she declared. “Now, put your hands on the tub.”
But Jordan didn’t budge. He kept his hands on his bare bottom, too afraid to move them.
“Jordan? What did I just say? Hands on the tub, right now,” she ordered, violently swishing the cane back and forth through the air behind him.
But Jordan still couldn’t move his hands. His body wouldn’t let him. Each swish of the cane made him release another spurt of pee into his diaper in pure terror.
“Jordan? Are you choosing not to listen to Auntie again after everything we discussed? This is your last chance. One… Two…” she started to count.
Finally, Jordan burst into hysterical sobs and dropped to his knees.
“Please, Auntie. Please! I’ll do anything else!” he begged through his pacifier. “Just please don’t cane me! It’s too much! It’ll hurt too bad! Please, I’m just a baby! A stupid little pathetic baby! I can’t take it!” he sobbed, tears and snot running down his cheeks. “Please, Auntie, I’ll do anything! I want to be good, but I just can’t take the pain of a caning!”
Aunt Myra stared down at Jordan with a furious expression while he continued sobbing and sobbing at her feet for what felt like several minutes.
But finally, Aunt Myra put the cane down. “You really don’t think you can take the caning, huh?” she asked.
Jordan frantically shook his head no, staring up at her with eyes begging for mercy.
“Well, I’m sorry, Jordy. I just don’t see any other way to address what you did earlier. And your conduct must be appropriately punished. Don’t you agree?” she asked.
Jordan burst into fresh hysterical sobs.
“Unless… maybe… but no, I don’t think you’d be interested…” Aunt Myra added.
Jordan’s ears perked up. He raised his head again. “What? Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” he said.
“Well, there is one alternative. You can choose to drink the special medicine,” Aunt Myra offered.
“Special medicine?” Jordan asked.
“Yes, the special punishment medicine. It’s very, very yucky, especially to little babies. And the rules are, you have to swallow every drop without complaining. But surely, you’d rather have the cane than the special medicine, right? I mean, who wants to drink yucky medicine?” she asked, swishing the cane again for effect.
“No!” Jordan shouted. “I want the medicine! I’ll take the medicine.”
“Really?” Aunt Myra asked, secretly hiding a thrilled smirk. “But the rules are, you have to swallow every drop, and you can’t complain about the taste or anything else about it at any point. Are you sure that’s what you want? It’s only an option for those who are really going to try their absolute hardest to be a good boy for their punishment.”
“Yes, Auntie, please! I’ll be such a good boy, I promise! Please, let me take the medicine!” Jordan begged.
Aunt Myra grinned. “Very well, I’ll be right back. Come take a seat on the lid of the toilet and wait for me to return,” she said, pulling his soggy diaper back up and securing it.
Jordan eagerly scrambled to sit on the toilet lid, sighing with incredible relief. He couldn’t believe how lucky he just got as he watched Aunt Myra walk out of the room with the most scary spanking implement he’d ever seen.
He had no idea that Aunt Myra was walking out of the bathroom, just as thrilled as he was. After all, she had successfully made the stupid diaper boy just beg to be given castor oil. The thrill of making him unwittingly ask to be subjected to some of the worst punishment she had to offer was one of the best thrills she could achieve.
***
Jordan watched the thick, foul-smelling liquid pour from the brown bottle onto the spoon in front of his nose, and he couldn’t help but cringe.
If Aunt Myra hadn’t just demanded he sit on his hands, he probably would have reflexively pinched his nose.
The good news was, his Aunt had finally taken the pacifier out of his mouth. Except, he could hardly enjoy it, knowing what was about to go into his mouth instead…
“Alright, Jordy, this is special punishment medicine to help you be a good boy from now on,” Aunt Myra explained. “Just remember the rules. You have to drink all of it down. You’re not allowed to utter one word of complaint about it now or later. And you have to end every spoonful by repeating the ‘thank you’ we just practiced out loud. Otherwise we go back to the cane instead. Got it?”
“Yes, Auntie!” Jordan eagerly nodded his head.
“Open,” his Aunt demanded.
Jordan opened his mouth as wide as it would go, and watched the large tablespoon, filled to the brim with the suspect, viscous syrup, pushed between his lips.
“Close and swallow,” his Aunt ordered, pushing the spoon into the back of Jordan’s throat.
Jordan practically gagged just from the intrusion of the spoon. And as he closed his lips around the awful liquid, and sucked it clean while his Aunt removed the spoon, he immediately felt like he wanted to vomit.
But he fought every instinct and powered through, forcefully swallowing the wretched goop.
Right afterward, he immediately went into a coughing fit.
The putrid goo seemed to stick to the back of his throat and his tongue like glue, making him feel like he was drowning for a moment in the rancid ooze. And the taste was like greasy, rotten garbage mixed with cough-syrup backwash.
“Ohhhhh…” Jordan moaned. He was just about to bellow about how nasty it was and beg for water, but his Aunt sternly cleared her throat.
“Ahem. What did we discuss?” she warned him.
Jordan got a hold of himself and took a deep breath.
“Thank you, Auntie, for that spoonful of punishment medicine. I know it’s exactly what I needed to help correct my bad behavior earlier. May I…” Jordan trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the final words of the rehearsed message.
Aunt Myra gave him another highly aggravated look, then turned to start reaching for her cane.
“… may I have another spoonful, Auntie? I know it’s what I both need and deserve,” Jordan quickly belted out in terror.
Aunty Myra smiled. “Well of course, sweetie, since you asked so nicely. You may have another spoonful.”
Jordan’s eyes started tearing up as he watched his Aunt pour another dose of the wretched liquid onto the large spoon. Part of him just wanted to throw up, but Auntie made it clear that if the punishment medicine came back up for any reason, they’d be starting over from square one. So he kept his gag reflex in check.
“Open,” came the order again, followed by, “… and close and swallow.”
The taste the second time was even worse, if that was even possible, as Jordan struggled to get the putrid, rancid syrup down his throat.
When he finally did, he quickly belted out the part he knew he had to say this time, so as to keep himself from losing the nerve. Once again he ended with the prescribed phrase, “May I have another spoonful, Auntie? I know it’s what I both need and deserve.”
To his utter horror, his Aunt answered, “Of course, sweetie. Auntie is happy to give you as much medicine as you feel you need.”
Jordan almost started crying as he watched her pour yet another horrendous spoonful. He realized she never said how much there would be. Just that he was required to ask for more after every dose.
“… and close and swallow,” his Aunt ordered as she pulled the third spoonful out of his mouth.
Now, Jordan really was crying as he gasped and gargled and struggled to get himself to swallow all of the third dose of the bitter, rancid medicine grease.
When he finally got it all down, he looked back up at his Auntie, and opened his mouth up for her to inspect that he had fully swallowed it. When she nodded in satisfaction, he thanked her yet again… and asked for another dose.
He immediately burst into hysterical sobs, rocking back and forth in emotional agony on his cold, soggy diaper bum, as she obliged in a cheery voice, and poured him a fourth dose.
He got the fourth dose down just barely, gagging several times as he gargled the putrid liquid gunk in his mouth, trying to get himself to swallow. Then, when it was finally down, he stammered hysterically as he tried to voice the question once more…
“"M-m-may I have a-a-another s-spoonful, Auntie? I-I-I know it's w-w-what I b-b-both n-n-need and d-d-deserve!"
But as he sobbed in defeat and self pity, waiting for another dose that now felt worse than death, to his utter surprise, his Aunt replied, “Hmmm, well, I appreciate you asking with your manners, sweetie. But I think you’ve had enough for tonight. Maybe you can have some more medicine tomorrow, if you’d like.”
She then began putting the lid back on the bottle and getting to her feet.
Jordan felt a tremendous wave of indescribable relief wash over him. He couldn’t help but laugh with relief, even as his tongue and the back of his throat felt like they were still on fire from the thick, putrid punishment goo burning his orifice.
But he had done it. He had gotten through his last big punishment of the night. He was finally in the clear!
Of course, as Aunt Myra put the castor oil away back under the cabinet, she couldn’t help but smirk to herself about how foolish her charge’s obvious sense of relief was.
He clearly had no idea that his ordeal with the castor oil was only just beginning.
***
As Jordan sat on the toilet, waiting for his Aunt to finish putting the medicine away, he suddenly felt his stomach let out a mighty, uncomfortable gurgle. He couldn’t help but connect it to the terrible goop he’d just been forced to swallow, but he also knew that Aunt Myra told him he wasn’t allowed to complain about it in any way, even after he’d finished swallowing it. He figured he’d ignore it and his stomach would settle soon enough.
“Alright! Now, I heard there’s a little boy around here who had a question for me about something he was wearing…” Aunt Myra said playfully, putting her finger to her chin and looking around. “Something he was wearing that was quite a bit soggy… and yellow…”
“Oh!” Jordan said, suddenly realizing. “Right. Um, Auntie Myra? Can I uh… get changed?”
Aunt Myra frowned. “I think you’re going to have to do a good bit better job at asking then that.”
Jordan took a deep breath. “Auntie Myra? Would you maybe be able to give me a diaper change?” he asked, his cheeks blushing.
But Aunt Myra still frowned. “No, no, dumb-dumb. If you can’t get across what exactly you did in your diaper, how it feels, and why exactly you want a change, I’m not even going to bother,” she said. “Last chance to ask me properly, in a way that convinces me you really understand who and what you really are now.”
Jordan finally jumped to his feet, going all in out of fear of missing his chance to finally get out of his sopping mess.
“Auntie Myra! Baby Jordy went peepee in his diapee! See?” he said, spinning and wiggling his drenched diaper butt at her, squeezing and spanking it with an audible squelch. “I was a naughty, stinky boy, and I did a big, stinky peepee in my diapee instead of on the potty. And now I’m all icky! And my peepee is all cold and stingy on my bottom and peepee area! Pwease, Auntie! Will you pwease change this soggy baby into clean diadees, so I can be a happy baby again? At least until the next time I go potty?” Jordan desperately pleaded, holding his butt out and waiting for her response.
A smile slowly crossed Aunt Myra’s face. “Well, little stinker. I suppose you really are ready for a diaper change, huh? Come lay down on the floor here and Auntie will clean you up.”
Jordan slowly sat down on his massively drenched diaper butt, sighing with relief.
He was so desperate to get out of his cold, soggy diaper, he no longer flinched at the humiliation of laying down and getting ‘changed’ like a baby by his Aunt.
Aunt Myra took her time with Jordan’s first wet diaper change at her hands.
Unfastening the tapes and pulling the heavy diaper forward with it’s thick squelch…
Gently and carefully wiping every inch of Jordan’s thighs, bottom, and groin with the nice, cool baby wipes…
Rolling the soiled diaper up. Sliding a new, extra puffy diaper under his butt. Covering his whole groin in a thick layer of baby powder. And tenderly taping him back up into a new, fresh diaper.
For Jordan’s part, he couldn’t help but succumb to a powerful wave of unexpected affection toward his Aunt, as she tenderly changed his diaper like he was a baby again.
It was strange. He knew she was in fact his tormentor, and had been all that night. And he knew it was absolutely mortifying that he was being forced to wear diapers again at all… let alone be forced to be changed like a helpless infant!
But the feeling of gratitude and warmth he felt for his Auntie as she powdered him up, taped him up tight, and gave him a playful pat on his puffy crotch, was irrepressible. He really felt like a toddler again. Just like his Auntie said he was.
“All done!” his Auntie said in a sing-song voice, helping him sit up, his fresh, clean diaper crinkling under his butt.
Then, to Jordan’s surprise, she finally returned his pajamas to him, slipping his shirt over his head, then helping him step into his PJ bottoms.
Jordan was over the moon as he looked himself in the mirror. Not only did he feel a million times better to finally be in a clean, dry diaper again, but he was no longer being forced to run around the house naked except for his puffy pamper on display!
In fact, Jordan thought as he turned and looked at his butt in the mirror, you could hardly tell he was wearing a diaper at all anymore! (Okay, well, you could still kind of see a puff-butt under his PJ’s if you stared… but still! It was so much better than before!)
“Now, is Auntie’s good little diaper-butt ready for some family movie time?” Aunt Myra asked in a cheery tone.
Jordan eagerly nodded as he let her lead him out of the bathroom by the hand.
“You know,” Aunt Myra said to Jordan in a quiet voice as they started down the hallway, “since you’ve been such an unexpectedly good boy for Auntie during the rest of your punishments tonight, I might decide to relax some of the more harsh age-based rules I told you you would have to follow from now on. Like strict toddler behavior at all times. Is that something you would be happy about?”
Jordan looked up at Aunt Myra in astonishment, frantically shaking his head yes.
Aunt Myra laughed. “Very good. Just as long as you spend the rest of our evening together during family movie night with absolutely perfect behavior for a little boy like yourself. Sound fair?”
“Yes, Auntie! Thank you, Auntie! I swear, I’ll be perfectly good. Thank you, Auntie!” Jordan gleefully announced, swinging his Aunt’s hand like an excited toddler as he continued following her down the hallway.
Jordan found himself unexpectedly smiling as they approached the living room. After all, his diaper was blessedly clean and dry. His terrible punishments were seemingly over. He was finally about to get to sit down and relax for the night.
And most exciting of all, Aunt Myra seemed to be hinting that she would drop all the elaborate threats of regressing and punishing him like a diapered toddler from now on, after all.
Jordan couldn’t help but feel like all his troubles might finally be over. And against all odds, things were finally looking up for him.
Of course, had he been paying more attention, he might have noticed another small but violent rumble in his gut as he waddled down the hallway in his crinkly diaper… a sign that perhaps it was a little too soon to celebrate.
But he was too distracted by the relief of a clean diaper, as well as apparently finally landing on his Aunt’s good side, to notice that now. I made it! The worst of the night is finally over! he triumphantly thought to himself.
Unfortunately for Jordan, he was soon going to learn just how wrong about that he was…
TO BE CONTINUED
IN PART IV
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