I followed Jane into her house barely believing all I had just heard and witnessed. Surely I must be asleep, dreaming! Well, if I was I might have a whole different kind of ‘accident’ to clean up in the morning. No, this couldn’t be a dream it was all too real. So this had really happened, a girl I knew, a girl that I found extremely attractive (despite the fact that we were ‘just fiends’) had been spanked and diapered less than twenty-four hours ago? In the very house we were about to enter? This WAS exactly like a story from the internet!

“Go have a seat in the living room” Jane told me “I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right there”.

“No problem”
As I walked towards the living room, I passed the kitchen. Pushing the door open slightly I glanced in. A shiver passed through my body, the type of feeling one might get from visiting an ACTUAL haunted house. So this is where it all happened, I could almost hear the sounds of a spanking piercing the air, flesh on flesh. And then the ultimate humiliation as warm pee soaked through Jane’s pants and splashed on the tile floor. I looked down, but of course the evidence had been cleaned up long ago.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped, shaken from my fantasy. Jane was standing there by my side.

“Oh, just thinking about getting a snack.” I said quickly.

“You’re still hungry? You just ate at the coffee shop. Honestly Peter sometimes I wonder where you put it all!”

“Come on in, I’ll find something” Jane said as I followed her into the kitchen.

After deciding on popcorn and soda we retreated to the living room and Jane started flipping through channels. She stopped on some ubiquitous sitcom about a group of high school students and their daily antics.

As the ‘nerd’ of the group tried (unsuccessfully) for the umpteenth time to score a date with the trendy socialite, Jane sighed. “I bet none of their moms ever spank them”.

“Now that would make for quite the after school special” I joked.

Jane laughed and curled up on the couch beside me.

As she did her shirt rode up and the waistband of her Goodnite was clearly on display.

“Umm, Jane… your, umm..” I pointed.

Jane blushed and pulled her shirt down.

“Thanks” she said.

That was the fourth time that day I had seen the top of Jane’s Goodnite and even though I knew it was wrong I really wanted to see the rest of it. But of course that probably wasn’t going to happen. Or was it?

I turned away from the television and looked at Jane.

“I’ve seen this show like a THOUSAND times.” I said jokingly “You want to play a game?”

“What kind of game?” Jane asked

“You know…”

“THAT kind of game?” Jane exclaimed, her eyes widening “NO WAY! Did you forget what I’m wearing?”

“I’ve seen you in a lot less.” I ventured “Besides, who knows it might not even get that far. YOU can pick the game and knowing you, you’ll pick a game I’m not very good at and I’ll be the one showing everything off while you’re still fully clothed”

I should stop here and tell you about our so called ‘games’. I told you earlier that Jane was somewhat of a free spirit. Well exhibitionist would be a better word. A while back we had discovered that we could take any ordinary game and make it more There wasn’t a board game in existence we hadn’t defiled. However, today Jane didn’t seem as eager to play as she normally did.

“Look,” Jane countered “Even if I do pick the game the chances are you’ll get to see me in ‘this’.”

Jane indicated toward the unspoken garment beneath her pants.

“Look, I don’t care what you have on” I persisted. “Besides you won’t be wearing anything when I’m finished with you”

“Oh really” Jane smirked “We’ll see about that!”

She retreated to the other room to retrieve a game. I couldn’t believe my luck! There was chance that I was going to see more of her diaper after all!

Jane returned to the room carrying the game ‘Battleship’

Crap! She always kicked my butt at that game. Still I would have to give it my best.

“Tell you what” Jane teased “Just take off your clothes and give them to me now and I’ll save you the humiliation”

“That’s okay”, I countered “Get out the game, I have a feeling that today is my lucky day!”