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Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-08-03 00:00:03 +0000 UTC
The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
“But Auntie… please, no, those are like, practically baby diapers,” Jordan pleaded while she held up the puffy white monstrosity in front of his face.
“Sorry, Jordy, I know they’re thicker than the pull-ups you’re used to. But I don’t want to risk any leaks if you have another peepee accident tonight,” his Aunt replied.
Jordan was spending the weekend at his Aunt Myra’s while his Mom was out of town for work.
And while wetting the bed was a pretty rare occurrence for him nowadays, his Aunt still insisted he wear protection every night he spent at her house, ever since he had an accident without protection on and stained the mattress of their guest bed several years ago.
And tonight, much to Jordan’s embarrassment, right after he and his cousins finished eating dinner, Aunt Myra demanded Jordan follow her to the guest bedroom to help him ‘get changed for bed’, despite bedtime still not being for several hours.
“Can’t I change later, Auntie? It’s only 6pm,” Jordan pleaded as he followed her into the guest bedroom.
“I don’t want to take any risks of you falling asleep early while we watch a movie tonight,” his Aunt replied. “That couch out there is brand new.”
But as annoyed as Jordan was, he was fully expecting to slip on a pair of the normal Goodnites bedwetting pull-ups he usually wore. So when Aunt Myra held up a bright white, tabbed, adult-sized baby diaper, he was flabbergasted.
“Please, Auntie, I swear I won’t leak. Just let me wear my normal pull-ups. Please don’t make me wear those. I’m not a baby!” Jordan pleaded with bright red cheeks, trying to keep his voice low enough to keep his cousins from overhearing through the door.
“I don’t want to hear it,” his Aunt scolded. “Last time you were here, I found a pretty big wet spot on your sheets after you left that I had to wash. Which I can only assume was because your pull-up leaked,” she said.
Jordan blushed. He didn’t remember that happening… but he did vaguely remember having a wet dream that spurted outside the bounds of his pull-ups. He shuddered as he wondered if that was what was actually the stain in question.
“So this time,” his Auntie Myra continued. “I’m not taking any risks. If you don’t want to be wearing baby diapers at your age, you shouldn’t still be making peepee in your bed at night at your age.”
His Aunt then proceeded to unfold the large, puffy diaper on the bed. “Now come on, drop those pants and plop your butt on your diaper so I can get you changed.”
“Wh-wh-what?” Jordan stammered. “That’s okay, I can put it on myself.”
“I’m sorry, Jordy, but no you cannot,” his Aunt replied. “These aren’t like your pull-ups. In order to make sure your diaper actually contains all your weewee tonight, I need to be the one taping it on you and making sure it’s tight. Now come on, butt down, let’s get this over with. Or else I’m telling your Mom you refused to behave for me this weekend.”
As mortified as he was by the idea of Aunt Myra ‘changing him’, Jordan was far more terrified by the threat of his Aunt complaining to his Mom. He knew his Mom wouldn’t hesitate to ground him for the whole summer, maybe even longer, if her sister gave him a bad report. She always made it very clear to Jordan that he needed to be on his absolute best behavior when staying with his Aunt, as she was doing their family a major favor by looking after him for the weekend.
Trembling with fear and humiliation, Jordan complied, dropping trou and covering his eyes as he laid back and let his Aunt powder and diaper him like a baby again.
And while he couldn’t be sure, he could have sworn he heard Aunt Myra giggle as she looked down and took in the sight of Jordan’s tiny penis…
But no, he had to have been imagining that, right?
* * *
Jordan cringed as he felt the thick disposable diaper crinkle between his legs as his Aunt led him back to the family room.
He self-consciously tried to adjust the humiliatingly puffy garment beneath his PJ’s, praying his two younger cousins, Lily and Oscar, wouldn’t notice while he spent the rest of the evening with them.
Lilly was just a year younger than Jordan, but Oscar was barely out of diapers himself. But as far as Jordan knew, neither of them were still bedwetters who had to wear night diapers like he did.
As Jordan semi-waddled back into the room, he noticed his two cousins glance at him, then share a smirk with each other, instantly causing Jordan to blush bright red out of fear they could already tell what he was wearing.
He knew they probably already knew about his bedwetting problem and made fun of it behind his back. (Despite how hard Jordan tried to hide his pull-ups from them when he stayed over, he suspected his Aunt Myra probably told them everything about his humiliating little issue once he went back home.)
But he was sure that if they saw the extremely embarrassing puffy diaper he was wearing now, they would laugh until their voices were hoarse, which was a humiliation Jordan was pretty desperate to avoid. He already felt like his Aunt treated him like a pathetic baby compared to them, despite him being the oldest.
“Alright, you three, go finish up the dishes together,” Aunt Myra said. “And Jordan, you better do a good job helping and learning from Oscar and Lilly. Your Mom says you never do the dishes at home, so this is your chance to learn.”
Jordan flushed bright red with quiet anger and humiliation, while Oscar and Lily both snickered and ran off to the kitchen.
This was exactly what Jordan hated most about staying with Aunt Myra.
Throughout the year, his Mom seemed to frequently complain and vent to his Aunt about Jordan’s ‘behavior’, so when Jordan stayed with his Aunt for the weekend, Aunt Myra seemed to take it upon herself to punish Jordan for the supposed lack of obedience at home.
It wasn’t just that Jordan felt like his Mom’s description of his behavior wasn’t fair or accurate (okay, maybe sometimes he was a little lazy about helping with dishes…). Nor was it just because his Aunt seemed to always judge him extremely harshly, unfairly treating him like some sort of childish troublemaker when he stayed with her.
But what he hated about it most of all was that his Aunt seemed to always position Jordan’s younger cousins as some sort of behavioral role models or sources of authority over him, like she just did with the dishes, which Jordan found extremely degrading and humiliating. It was bad enough when she did it with Lilly, who was a grade younger than him. But she even did it with Oscar, who was only five!
But despite quietly fuming, Jordan obediently followed his cousins into the kitchen to help, just hoping they didn’t notice his puffy diaper butt.
After all, he knew any backtalk would cause his Aunt to give him a bad report about his behavior to his Mom, something he knew would make his Mom more furious than pretty much anything else he could do.
* * *
“Missed a spot, stupid!” Lilly said, pointing to one of the plates that Jordan just finished rinsing off. Oscar burst into giggles at her side.
They were making Jordan practically do all of the massive pile of dishes by himself, while they stood next to him and ‘taught’ him with comments like, “This bowl is still dirty, dumb-dumb,” and, “Wash this spoon again, I can’t see my face in it.”
Jordan glared at Lilly in rage, not sure how much more he could take. Lilly had always gotten on Jordan’s nerves, and they’d never really gotten along. But this weekend, she seemed to relish in being especially mean for some reason. And Oscar, her little companion, seemed to find the whole show to be hilarious.
Finally, Jordan tried to push back. “You know, your Mom is just down the hall. I don’t think she would appreciate knowing how you’re talking to me,” he said.
“Fine, go tell her. We’ll just say we were trying to be helpful and teach you how to do the dishes properly, and you wouldn’t listen or help. Who do you think she’s going to believe?” Lilly replied while Oscar snickered.
Jordan gritted his teeth… but knew she was probably right. His Aunt always seemed to take her kids’ side, no matter what. Jordan had long ago learned to just grit his teeth and keep his gripes to himself while at their house.
He reluctantly grabbed the plate Lilly pointed at to start re-washing it.
“Yeah, that’s right, get back to work,” Lilly said. “And here’s a little tip to help you remember who’s in charge around here. It’s the ones who don’t still pee their pants, bed-wetter.”
Jordan flushed bright red, utterly mortified, while five year old Oscar burst into hysterics. They had never made fun of him for wetting the bed to his face before. He just prayed they didn’t find out he was actually wearing a full-on adult-diaper right that moment.
Suddenly, Jordan strangely felt on the verge of tears. He already felt so uncomfortable at his Aunt’s house. He already felt the non-stop humiliation of the heavy, crinkly, puffy diaper wrapped up around his groin. They were already making him do all the dishes by himself.
He couldn’t help but turn to Lilly and ask, “What did I ever do to you for you to be so mean to me?”
But infuriatingly, Lilly just shrugged and smirked. “Nothing, really. It’s just easy fun, because I know there’s nothing you can do about it. Especially now that I know you’re a pathetic bed-wetter. Yeah, my Mom told me last week. Loser.”
Jordan started trembling with anger. But he swallowed his rage and got back to the dishes, anyway, knowing she was right, there wasn’t anything he could do.
But then, a minute later, when Jordan finished washing the last dish, he slipped his rubber gloves off, and finally turned back to Lilly, his anger taking over.
“Well, I guess it makes sense why you can’t turn down easy fun. You are the expert on it. Because according to everyone I know at Claremont High, you had ‘easy fun’ with every guy on the football team last month, didn’t you?” Jordan said. “What do you think about me telling your Aunt about that?”
Lilly’s smile evaporated. She immediately looked furious, her whole face going red.
Jordan smirked, thrilled that he managed to tug back a tiny bit of power in the situation.
Of course, when he first heard the rumor about Lilly giving head to all the guys on the football team, he thought it was probably made up, and just a plain mean rumor, regardless. But it was the only thing he could think of to get back at her now. And seeing Lilly’s instantly furious reaction told him it was probably more true than he realized.
But suddenly, before Jordan could walk away, Lilly grabbed one of the clean bowls and dropped it back in the soapy water. “That one wasn’t clean. Wash it again,” she demanded, glaring at Jordan with a simmering fury.
Jordan glared back at her while Oscar giggled. But then Jordan sighed, put his gloves back on, and re-washed the bowl.
But as soon as he was finished… Lilly immediately dropped another clean bowl back in the water. “That one’s dirty, too, stupid,” she said.
Jordan gritted his teeth and washed that one as well.
But then she did it again. And again. And again. “This one’s still dirty. This one’s still dirty. This one too,” Lilly said, throwing more and more of the clean dishes in the water.
“Stop it! Knock it off!” Jordan shouted, trying to push her away.
In their struggle, Lilly started pushing every single clean dish into the water, with even Oscar joining the fray of pushing the dishes back into the sink. Soapy water started splashing everywhere, getting Jordan’s clothes and the floor wet.
“Hey! Stop it! Stop!” Jordan shouted, pushing them away even harder. Suddenly, one of the bowls went flying off the counter and—
SMASH!
The bowl shattered on the kitchen floor, sending shards of porcelain everywhere.
Everyone froze. Oscar started crying.
“What on earth is going on in here?” a voice came from behind them.
Everyone turned to see Aunt Myra standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips, her expression furious.
Jordan gulped. He doubted this was going to be good.
* * *
Lilly immediately put on an angel-face and picked her little brother up, trying to comfort him. “Aw, it’s okay, Oscar.”
“Well, you see, Aunt Myra—“ Jordan started trying to explain.
“Shush!” Aunt Myra scolded him. “I wasn’t asking you. Lilly, what happened?”
Lilly walked over to her Mom, and they started quietly talking, looking toward Jordan across the kitchen as they spoke. Aunt Myra’s expression seemed to get angrier and angrier while Jordan stood there, dumbly, waiting to be addressed.
Finally, Aunt Myra started walking toward Jordan, avoiding the shards of broken bowl. “Is this true, Jordan? You had a temper tantrum about helping with the dishes and threw one of the bowls on the floor in anger?”
“What? No, that’s not—“ Jordan tried to respond.
“And Mommy, look!” Oscar shouted, pointing toward Jordan’s pants. “Jordy even got so upset he wet his pants!”
Jordan looked down in horror, and saw that the splashing dishwater made a giant, pee-like stain on his pants.
Oscar and Lilly grinned from across the kitchen, Oscar apparently cheering right up.
But Aunt Myra looked even more angry. “Jordan! I just changed you into your diaper. Are you telling me you already wet yourself to the point of leaking?!”
Jordan stammered in horror while Oscar and Lilly burst into hysterics at the mention of a diaper.
“Pull those pants down so Auntie can take a look,” Aunt Myra demanded.
“What? No! No, I didn’t have an accident—I mean peepee—I mean I didn’t go peepee—“ Jordan stammered, trying to back up.
But Aunt Myra just swatted his hands away and yanked his pajama pants all the way down, fully revealing his bright white diaper for Lilly and Oscar to see.
Their eyes practically bulged out of their heads as they stared at their older cousin in a huge, puffy, baby diaper, while their Mom stuck her finger down the waist and through the leg bands to check if Jordan was wet.
“Hmmm, no, your diaper’s not wet. Must have just been dishwater. But you’re still in huge trouble, young man!” Aunt Myra said, standing back up. “Not doing dishes is one thing, throwing my dishes on the floor in a tantrum is another! This is no way to treat my daughter, or my belongings! The fact that you’re still wearing diapers at your age is fitting, given how utterly babyish your behavior still is!”
Oscar and Lilly burst into hysterical laughter, unable to believe the sight of Jordan standing helplessly in the corner, his pajama pants around his ankles, a big fat diaper around his waist. Lilly took out her phone to start snapping pictures while Oscar started chanting, “Diaper boy! Diaper boy! Jordy is a diaper boy!”
Suddenly, Jordan started choking up. It was all too much. He couldn’t believe that he was being blamed, ridiculed, and humiliated like this, when none of it was his fault.
“Now, get a broom and clean up this mess you made, finish doing the dishes properly, and then we’ll discuss the consequences of this outrageous behavior of yours,” Aunt Myra said.
“No!” Jordan screamed, finally snapping. “No, no, no! Shut up and listen to me for once, god damn it! You have no idea what really happened, I didn’t break this bowl, it was the fault of your stupid, bitch daughter!”
Everyone’s jaw dropped.
“That’s right!” Jordan continued ranting. “I know you think I’m the stupid one, but I’m sick of you treating me like a stupid baby because it’s not true and it’s not fair! They made me do all the dishes by myself, while they watched, and then Lilly kept saying it wasn’t good enough and she made fun of me for… for… for…
“Well… and the point is she’s the one that broke the stupid fucking bowl! Because she wouldn’t let me finish the stupid dishes! And she lied to you about the whole thing! It’s her fault, not mine! She’s a liar!” Jordan said, trembling with tears and adrenaline.
There was a tense silence as Aunt Myra, Lilly, and Oscar all stared at Jordan in shock.
“Young man, you are coming with me right now,” Aunt Myra said, grabbing Jordan by the wrist. “I don’t care how upset you are, you never, ever talk about a young lady like that. Let alone your cousin, my wonderful daughter. If you thought you were in trouble before…”
“No!” Jordan screamed, ripping his wrist away. “You still don’t get it, do you? I’m not the one who should be in trouble! Listen to me for once, you idiot! She’s not your ‘wonderful daughter’ or your perfect little angel. You’re totally wrong about her! You want to know how I know? How everyone at school knows? You finally want to know the truth about her so you’ll finally believe me?”
Aunt Myra stared at Jordan with deeply impatient eyes, her hands on her hips. Jordan’s heart was pounding a million beats per minute. He knew this whole situation had gone more off the rails than he ever could have imagined.
But he knew he couldn’t stop now. And in the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of fear in Lilly’s eyes. It was exactly the encouragement he needed to do it. To play the ultimate trump card. The only thing that could still turn this whole disaster of a situation around for him…
“She’s a total whore!” Jordan shouted. “She sucked off every guy on the football team last month! That’s right, your precious little daughter that you think can do no wrong, and could never tell a lie or cause trouble, behind your back, is actually a lying, cum-guzzling, cock-sucking—“
In a flash, Jordan’s arm was yanked and twisted, and the wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown over Aunt Myra’s knees with his pants still around his ankles.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Jordan shrieked as a torrent of painful blows exploded against his diapered bottom and exposed thighs, causing his brain to short circuit from the overwhelming and sudden onslaught across his bottom.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
“You naughty, naughty little thing!” Aunt Myra seethed, smacking Jordan’s bottom harder than she’d ever smacked any bottom before. “How dare you? How dare you!”
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Jordan twisted and writhed, the sensation of the relentless blows quickly going from surprising, to surprisingly painful.
He had never been spanked before in his life. And while he was mostly overwhelmed at first by the immensely humiliating position he had suddenly been pinned into by the surprisingly strong Aunt Myra, it didn’t take long for the stinging pain of each blow to build into a truly blistering assault on his thighs and bottom.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
“Ow, ow, ow, owwww, owwww, owwww! OW! Stop it! Stop it!” Jordan writhed and squealed. “Okay, I’m sorry! Please stop it! It hurts!” he wailed, tears and snot now pouring down his face. “Please, Auntie, I’m sorry! Please! Stop it!”
But his Aunt only continued the assault even harder, going long past the point of Jordan shrieking and crying and pain.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aunt Myra stopped the assault, but kept the naughty diaper boy still pinned and dangling over her knee.
“Jordan?” she said after giving them both a moment to catch their breath. “Jordan, are you listening to me right now?”
Jordan gave a barely audible whimper, his body so exhausted from his screams and sobs. All the energy from his previous tantrum had been totally beaten out of him, leaving him defeated and remorseful.
“Do you know why I just spanked your bottom so harshly?” she asked.
Jordan didn’t reply.
Whap! “Answer your Auntie when she asks you a question!” she demanded with a sudden additional blow, causing Jordan to shriek in pain and burst into fresh tears.
“Cause I broke the bowl?” Jordan whimpered, still in tears.
Aunt Myra bubbled with a low, sinister laugh, sending a chill of terror down Jordan’s spine.
“Oh, no, no, no, hon,” Aunt Myra said. “We are so far from even beginning the punishment for that. No, the reason I just spanked you to the point of wailing and tears, is because you called my beautiful daughter a whore!”
“And that.” Whap! “Is.” Whap! “Unacceptable!” Whap! “You naughty, naughty boy! Don’t you ever, EVER, speak about her like that again!” she shouted, punctuating her words with a flurry of final blows, causing Jordan to burst into fresh wails of remorse.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Auntie! Please! I don’t know what happened,” Jordan pathetically sobbed in her lap. “Just please, please stop spanking me! I promise I’ll be good!”
It was only now, as he sobbed in the wake of his brutal bottom blistering, that Jordan finally had the chance to reckon with just what a monumental mistake he had made.
He hadn’t just lost his temper and foolishly cursed out his Aunt and cousin… he bet everything on his Hail Mary play—revealing that lurid information about Lilly to her Mom.
But Jordan’s cheeks reddened with shame now as he realized the level of his naïveté and stupidity. Because it apparently turned out to be one of the worst things in the world he could have possibly said to his Aunt in that moment, given the blistering on his bottom he just received.
With blurry, tear-filled eyes, he raised his head enough to just make out Lilly standing in the shadows of the hallway, grinning with utter satisfaction.
He realized she must have quickly taken Oscar out of the room when his Aunt began the furious spanking assault on his bottom. But he had no doubt she also returned quick enough to fully enjoy the show for herself of his utterly mortifying, painful punishment.
Knowing that she had the satisfaction of seeing his underhanded gambit against her backfire so swiftly and spectacularly, right before her eyes, made the whole situation feel a million time more humiliating.
He really thought he had a way to get back at her for treating him so badly. But when push came to shove, he might as well have dove headfirst into her trap.
Now, every bit of the rebellious anger that had animated him before was totally wiped out, replaced with embarrassment, shame, and sorrow about his pathetic attempt to stand up for himself, knowing it was totally doomed from the start, and he likely had only just begun to pay his tremendously painful and humiliating price for his actions…
* * *
“Stand up,” Aunt Myra demanded, forcing Jordan up to his feet, with his pajama pants still down at his ankles.
“I really am sorry, Auntie…” Jordan continued to whimper.
“Quiet!” Aunt Myra scolded. “It’s not me you need to apologize to. It’s Lilly. And believe me when I say you’ll have the chance to do so very soon. But first, we need to... hold on…“
She suddenly stopped speaking and her eyes drifted downward.
Jordan began to tremble. A small part of his brain knew what was happening. He had only barely registered it before this moment, mostly out of self-preservation. But now, he could no longer ignore it. He suddenly knew it was about the fact that his diapered crotch… was now quite warm and moist.
“Young man, do you have something to tell me?” Aunt Myra asked.
“Huh?” Jordan whimpered.
“Do. You. Have. Something to tell me?” Aunt Myra repeated. “Perhaps regarding the fact that the crotch of your white diaper is now distinctly tinted a different color? A very visible yellow, in fact?”
Jordan shyly shook his head, like a child being interrogated with their hand in the cookie jar.
Aunt Myra angrily thrusted her hand forward and gripped the soggy crotch of Jordan’s diaper, causing him to flinch and whimper.
“Naughty, naughty boy!” Aunt Myra scolded. “Going peepee in your night-night diapees on Auntie’s lap? That’s a very, very dirty thing to do! Feel this! This diaper is soaking wet with stinky peepee!”
Jordan squirmed as he felt his Aunt squishing and squeezing his freshly peed-in padding against his genitals.
He started tearing up again with shame and embarrassment about wetting himself. He could only ever so slightly even remember it happening. When, while he was getting the spanking of a lifetime over his Auntie’s knee, his bladder quietly gave out and soaked the crotch of his puffy diaper with fresh, warm, peepee.
“This is unacceptable, young man!” Aunt Myra continued to scold. “Wetting the bed at your age is a filthy enough habit, but wetting your pants during the daytime? Let alone over your Auntie’s lap! I mean, good thing I had the sense not to trust you, and instead put you in these new, extra-thick overnight diapers so early, otherwise my lap would be soaked with your naughty, naughty peepee! What do you have to say for yourself? Huh? Answer me!”
Jordan opened his mouth, but his voice cracked, and nothing came out. He felt so totally humiliated and powerless, standing there before his Aunt while she gripped his genitals through the mushy crotch of his wet diaper.
At last, he managed to barely eke out the words, “I don’t know… I didn’t mean to, honest!” Then he burst into fresh pathetic sobs.
Aunt Myra crossed her arms and sat back in the kitchen chair, letting Jordan continue to sob in his wet diaper before her like a pathetic baby for several moments.
Until finally, she shook her head in exaggerated disgust and disappointment. “Really, Jordan? You really, truly couldn’t help but wet your diaper?”
Jordan nodded his head, loudly sniffling.
“Well, if that’s true,” his Aunt frowned. “What does that make you, Jordan?”
Jordan sheepishly looked away.
“Come on, what does that make you, Jordan?” his Aunt repeated. “There’s really only one right answer, and I think you know it. It’s the thing you swore to me earlier that you weren’t, despite all evidence to the contrary.”
Jordan looked back at Aunt Myra with wide, devastated eyes, but slowly nodded his head. He knew what she wanted to hear.
“A… a baby,” he answered.
“A pathetic baby,” Aunt Myra corrected.
Jordan winced with shame, but submissively nodded in agreement.
“I want to hear it,” Aunt Myra said. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are.”
“A… pathetic baby,” Jordan whimpered.
“Again,” she commanded. “Start with the words, ‘I am…”
“I am… a pathetic baby,” Jordan whimpered.
“Again!” she demanded.
“I am a pathetic baby,” he said.
“Again! Finally, just admit it, nice and loud, that you are nothing more than a stupid, pathetic, diaper-wetting baby! Just like I always suspected! Admit it, Jordan! Say it!” she shouted.
“I am a stupid, pathetic, diaper wetting baby! I am a stupid, pathetic, diaper wetting baby! I am a stupid, pathetic, diaper wetting baby!” Jordan shouted, falling to his knees and breaking down into tears again.
Auntie Myra burst into triumphant laughter, enjoying every moment of Jordan’s diapered breakdown before her. And Jordan was pretty sure he could also hear Lilly laughing as well, as she watched from the hallway.
“Well, finally. At least you admitted it, after all these years of pathetic bed-wetting and diapers, long after you should have been potty-trained,” Aunt Myra declared. “But nevertheless, just because you’ve finally admitted you’re a pathetic, diaper-wetting baby, by no means absolves you of your outrageous misbehavior tonight. In fact, the true punishment for your actions has really only just begun.
Jordan’s eyes went wide in horror. He had no idea what else his Aunt had in mind, but kneeling before her in a wet, puffy diaper, with his ass freshly blistered red… he already felt like he was at a breaking point. He didn’t know how much more punishment he could take.
* * *
“Now, first thing’s first,” Aunt Myra said, pulling out her phone. “We’re going to FaceTime your Mother, and tell her every naughty thing you’ve done tonight. Including showing her the diaper you wet so she can finally see what a naughty baby you’ve been for herself.”
Jordan felt a surge of sudden panic. “Wait!” he pleaded, suddenly coming to his senses a bit after the brutal assault on his padded bottom. “Auntie Myra, please, wait! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I’m just a stupid baby and I didn’t know what I was saying. Just please, don’t tell my Mom about what happened tonight. I’ll do anything. I swear. Anything!”
As brutal as his punishment had been so far, Jordan knew that if his Mom found out about what he’d done tonight, his life as he knew it would effectively be over. He would probably be grounded for the next century.
Aunt Myra looked down at Jordan suddenly begging on his hands and knees. She paused and put her phone back down.
“Really? Anything?” she asked.
Jordan frantically nodded. “I swear. I’m sorry, I know I really messed up, but please, let me make it up to you. I promise I’ll be so, so good.”
Aunt Myra stared down at Jordan for another moment. Then a slow, devious smirk crossed her lips. She put her phone back in her bag.
“Alright, Jordy, here’s the deal,” Aunt Myra said. “We still have a number of your punishments to get through tonight, in order to address your long list of serious transgressions.”
Jordan gulped.
“However,” Aunt Myra continued. “I won’t tell your Mother about all your horrendous acts of misbehavior tonight, so long as you agree to one condition.”
“What’s that, Auntie?” Jordan asked.
“You must accept the rest of your punishments this evening with absolute and total obedience, no matter what,” Aunt Myra declared. "That means no protesting or complaining whatsoever. No speaking out of turn, or speaking at all, without first being spoken to. And nothing but your absolute and total submission to being treated exactly how we now realize you deserve… which is as a naughty, stupid, diaper-wetting, over-grown baby. Is that something you care to agree to?” she asked.
Jordan’s silently balked, immediately overwhelmed by what his Aunt was suggesting.
“Or…” his Aunt continued, sensing his hesitation, “I can just get back to calling your Mom right now to fill her in on what’s happened so far tonight, so she can help me brainstorm the rest of your evening’s punishments,” Aunt Myra threatened.
“No, wait! I’ll do it!” Jordan pleaded. “Whatever you say, Aunt Myra. Whatever punishments you think are fair. I’ll do it. Just please, please don’t tell my Mom.”
As terrified as Jordan was, he reasoned that no matter what his Aunt put him through, it would still be better to deal with it for just this weekend, rather than potentially the rest of his life, if his Mom found out.
Aunt Myra quietly grinned. “Very good,” she said. “But one more thing. Remind me again, Little Jordy-poo, why I’m granting you this favor? What exactly has caused me to take pity on you? Because… something about you being…”
“Because…” Jordan bowed his head. “I’m just a stupid, pathetic, naughty, diaper-wetting baby.”
Aunt Myra smiled ear to ear. “That’s right, my naughty little diaper stinker. That’s right,” she said, ruffling Jordan’s hair. “And even though you’ve finally just learned what you really are—a pathetic, diaper wetting baby—tonight, you still have so much more to learn.”
Aunt Myra then climbed to her feet. “Now then, let’s continue with the evening’s tasks. Next up, cleaning out that horrendous potty-mouth. After all, that language you used earlier was some of the most crude, disrespectful language I’ve ever heard said out loud by anyone. Let alone by a boy who still wets his diapers.”
Aunt Myra pulled a hard-backed chair out from the kitchen table and placed it in the center of the kitchen. “Come, take a seat,” she gestured.
Jordan slowly got up, reaching to pull his pajama pants back up over his diaper for the first time since Aunt Myra abruptly yanked them down to check his diaper. But she stopped him.
“Oh, no, Jordy. You can step right out of those pants. And you can pull that shirt off, too, and hand them both to me. You won’t be needing them for now,” she said.
Jordan looked up at her in shock, realizing his Aunt was forcing him to wear nothing but his humiliating diaper. But right as he was about to voice an argument—
“Remember our deal, stinky-brains,” his Aunt pre-empted him. “One word of complaint or disobedience, and we do the rest of the night with your Mom on FaceTime watching over the whole thing.”
Jordan blushed hotly, but then sealed his lips and pathetically acquiesced. He handed his pajamas to his Aunt, then sat down in the chair, naked except for his semi-wet diaper.
“Now, reach your hands around behind the back of the chair, fingers interlocked,” his Aunt commanded.
Once again, Jordan obeyed, immediately feeling more vulnerable with his hands now stuck behind him.
“Now, if at any point, one of those hands comes out from behind your back—or if your fingers stop being interlocked for any reason at all, even for a second—I’ll give you another spanking, and we’ll start your whole punishment over from the top. Got it?” Aunt Myra threatened.
Jordan gave a terrified nod. He then watched with mounting apprehension as his Aunt grabbed a large bar of soap from under the sink and started vigorously lathering it up under the faucet.
“Now, I don’t know where on earth you picked up all that filthy talk you spewed earlier, but I promise, by time I’m done cleaning that foul smut out of your mouth, you’ll never utter a word of any of it ever again,” his Aunt said, walking over with the bar of soap in her hand.
“Not about me,” she said. “Not about your lovely, kindhearted cousin Lilly. Not about any woman, to whom you naturally owe nothing but the utmost deference and respect. Now, open up,” she demanded, holding the large, sudsy bar of soap in front of Jordan’s mouth.
Jordan was frozen. He knew he needed to open his mouth to comply, but his gag reflex, combined with his sheer fear, made it feel like his jaw was locked shut.
“One…” his Aunt started counting. “Two… Last chance, Jordan to follow the rules like we agreed…”
Jordan squeezed his eyes shut and finally just barely managed to start prying his jaw open.
But that’s when his Aunt lost patience, pinched Jordan’s nose, and the second he opened his mouth to breathe—
“Acckkk!!” Jordan gagged as Aunt Myra jammed the sudsy bar of soap into his mouth, aggressively scrubbing it back and forth.
“Naughty boy! Those words you said earlier were naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy, filthy little thing!” Aunt Myra scolded as she grabbed Jordan’s head by the hair and practically throat-fucked him with the bar of soap.
Jordan felt like he was dying as the overpowering, sickening taste of soap suds filled every inch of his mouth. When he reflexively tried to swallow the puddle of soap and spit in his mouth, he instantly choked and gagged from the awful taste.
And in order to keep from drowning, his only choice was to let the filthy, soapy slobber start dribbling down his chin and chest, making him feel like a helpless baby while he gagged, choked, and squealed for mercy.
Finally, Aunt Myra stopped jamming the soap all the way into Jordan’s mouth, instead holding it half-way.
“Now, bite down,” she commanded.
Jordan looked up with a pleading eyes.
“Bite down! Now!” Aunt Myra angrily screamed.
Without thinking, Jordan obeyed, chomping down hard and cringing as he felt his teeth plunge deep into the gag-inducing soap bar.
“Good little baby,” Aunt Myra smirked, secretly reveling in the look of sheer misery, disgust, and helplessness on Jordan’s face. “Now keep that nasty bar of icky soap in there until I return to take it out. If it falls out before then, we’re starting over. I want you to use this time thinking about all the naughty, naughty things you said, and how unpleasant it is to have to get that filth washed out.”
Jordan couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of despair as Aunt Myra turned to leave the kitchen. The taste of the soap filling his mouth was already unbearable. He already felt like he was gonna gag from the soapy suds once again collecting in the back of his throat.
After less than a minute, Jordan realized he had no choice again but to tilt his head all the way forward, letting the thick, soapy drool pour unimpeded out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin, and making a sticky wet mess, all the way down to his belly, stopping at the top of his thick, disposable diaper.
He felt more helpless than ever as he sat there, literally drooling over himself as if he were an infant, magnifying his feelings of shame and degradation tenfold.
Suddenly, after just a couple minutes, Aunt Myra returned.
Jordan looked up, his eyes hopeful. Was it at least over?
But his hopes were quickly dashed.
“Ah, how could I forget to give you one of these? It’s the perfect companion to that wet, baby diaper you’re wearing,” Aunt Myra said, unfolding something and bringing it towards Jordan.
To his absolute and utter horror… Jordan realized his Aunt was putting a bib on him. One of his little cousin Oscar’s old baby bibs.
It had Thomas the Train Engine on it, and was now prominently hanging from his neck.
“Oh, that’s just perfect! You look just like a naughty little baby,” Aunty Myra cackled as she turned to leave.
Jordan was admittedly astonished by just how transformative the two pieces of clothing were—the bib, and the wet diaper around his waist. He really did look like an overgrown baby, now.
And the worst part was, as Jordan continued to slurp and gag on the nasty punishment soap still lodged in his mouth, he watched as a massive ball of icky, soapy, baby drool poured down his chin…
And landed directly on his bib. Proving that his Auntie was right, he absolutely needed his bib, just like a real messy baby.
TO BE CONTINUED…
IN PART II
