My birthday was coming and my wife said she had a big surprise for me.  I was so excited and I couldn’t wait.

The week of my birthday she told me to keep next weekend open and then asked if I could take Friday off.  I would have to check into that.

Thursday night when I got home, Rachel had dinner ready except it was for three instead the two of us. “Who’s coming to dinner,” I asked?

Rachel responded with only a chuck and “It’s your surprise.”

I was getting out of the shower and on the bed was a diaper, my baby dress, and plastic panties. Now I am getting nervous. “What’s this for,” I asked.

Rachel came into the room and said, “this is what you are going to wear.”

My jaw dropped and fear hit me. “I’m not going to wear this for company.”

Without a smile, “you are going to wear that or you will never wear that again around me!”

She told me to lay down on the bed so she could put the diaper on me.  I knew something was wrong when I felt her push something in my butt before quickly pulling my diaper up and taping is closed.  I figured she was trying to mess with my head.

I’m dressed now in my yellow baby dress that does not hide my diapers.  My nerves where on edge and I was panicked.  I didn’t even know who was coming and she wouldn’t tell me.

“Why are you doing this to me” I asked?

“I promise you that this is something that you want.  I have listened  to you for years telling me about what you think would make you happier.  Now, I am going to give it to you.”

“But I am happy,” worried about all the things I have told her over our many years of marriage and who was coming over seeing me like this.

Her response was “I know you are and so am I but there is a part of you that needs some attention that I can’t provide.  Now you are going to get it.  Tonight you are going to meet your new Nanny.”

Panic hit me!  We don’t know anyone who is into this.  I asked, “is this someone I know?”

“No” with a pause and then she said “what fun would that be” with a big grin coming to her face. Then some words came out of her mouth that struck fear to my bones.  “You have no choice in this matter unless you are willing to give up your diapers and sissy clothes around me.”

“What?”  I can’t believe what she had just said.  Give it up?  This isn’t a hobby.  This is a part of me.  What am I going to do?  She saw the fear on my face.

With a smile she said, “now it’s time for you to wet your diaper honey.”

There is a stranger coming over and she wants me to have a wet diaper on top of everything.  I tried to argue and instead of saying anything she went and got a wooden spoon. “No, I’m sorry!”

“I know you are but I think this will help you relax” she said with a grin.

She grabbed my hand and started to drag me to the bedroom.  I could resist if I wanted too and I did.

“If you want to resist that is fine honey.  If you don’t start doing as you are told you are going to loose all your baby privileges.  That is the last warning” she said to me with no smile on her face.  “Now come along.”

 I followed her to the bedroom.  She had me lay across the bed on my belly.  That was when I felt the first strike. “Ouch!” I said.

She returned with “that is one. You have nineteen more.”

“Nineteen” I said in fear.

That hurt I said and she responded with “it was suppose to.”

Each one was hard like she was after something.  Half way through I felt tears starting from the pain.  Just then she noticed that and made the last ten hurt worst.  She was hitting me in the same place each time.  Now I was balling! My thighs were burning so bad.

“Now clean up your face and come back to me.”

With that said still sniffling from the spanking I just got, I went to the bathroom and washed my face.  When I was done I went back to her in the kitchen and she just handed me three bottles.  Then I was told that I had to have each one done before our guest got there and for each ounce not gone would be five spankings.  I took them and went to the living room and sat on my blanket which was on the floor.

Rachel came into the living room to check on me.  “Are you wet” she asked as she reached down to check my diaper. Then with a serious look she told be I better finish that last bottle soon because Nanny will be here any minute.  Fear hit me, and then something else!  Oh no! Rachel stood back and grinned simply asking “what’s wrong?”  As if she didn’t know.  What caught me off guard what that she did not like poopie diapers so I would have never suspected that she would really slip a suppository in my rear.

“You had better finish that bottle now before your Nanny gets here!”