“Personally, I like the white nursery print so I think that’s just what we’ll dress you in tonight,”
she told me without waiting for an answer,
“And anyway, it’s not like you’ll be showing off for anyone tonight in your crib.
These plastic panties are good because they have nice snug elastic around the legs and waist
that’s an important feature for bedwetting sissies like you.”
Gathering them together in her hands, s
he began snaking them up my skinny, hairless legs.
With some effort, she worked them around the considerable bulk of my diapers,
ensuring that none of the soft cloth was exposed outside the elasticized seams.
“There you are, Babykins,” she said brightly,
“All safe and secure now in your sissy panties.
That should keep your crib dry.”
I whimpered and fidgeted, fussily nursing my milk as she made a few adjustments and checked around my waist.
I hated wearing diapers and plastic pants but like everything else in this house–
I had absolutely no say in the matter.
After briefly powdering between my legs,
she patted the thick,
shiny smooth face of my bottoms with satisfaction.
“All ready for beddie-bye!” she announced,
“Come on–hurry up and finish your bottle,
it’s time to brush your teeth and then it’s into your crib for the night.”
I gulped the last of the tepid milk and I could already feel the drowsiness beginning to wash over me.
Soon, I reflected miserably, I would be asleep in my crib,
helplessly wetting my diapers while my wife was being ravished by some other man.
Awkwardly, I stood up and waddled toward the door, my bulky diaper preventing me from completely putting my legs together.
Brooke followed me out,
slapping the thick seat of my diapers as a way of hurrying me to my task before going to meet Denise in the bedroom.
Dutifully, I did my business, wishing I could make use of the toilet like an adult before returning to the nursery.
But I was only allowed to brush my teeth and I knew Brooke would be impatiently waiting for me when I finished.
I knew from experience that pulling my diapers down or fiddling with them in any way was grounds for a spanking so it wasn’t worth the risk.
A few minutes later, I waddled back to the nursery to see her talking with her boyfriend on the phone.
“Hey–gotta go,” she told him when she looked up to see me in the doorway,
“But I’ll see you soon,
I’ve just got to tuck the baby in.”
I also hated having to go to bed so early when everyone else’s evenings were just beginning.
“Can’t I stay up a little longer?” I begged her.
“Sorry Sissy–Mommy’s orders. You’re to be in your crib no later than 7:30,” she said as she glanced down at her watch,
“Looks like we’re about 20 minutes early tonight but that’ll be just fine.”
“But–” I pouted crankily, “It’s not even bedtime yet.”
I stamped my feet in protest at her apparent indifference.
Brooke scooped up the big pink rubber pacifier on the dresser and brought it over, pushing it against my lips.
“Open up for your paci, baby,” she said in a sing-song voice, ignoring my point completely.
“Uh-uh,” I refused petulantly, angrily pursing my lips together.
“Now Jimmy, you can either go to bed with–or without–a hot, stinging bottom.
What’s it going to be?” she said in a firm, demanding voice.
Balling my fists together in frustration, I hesitated, but only briefly.
Brooke had no qualms about putting me over her lap to teach me a lesson as I’d already learned the hard way previously.
Acknowledging her superiority, I obediently opened my lips and she pushed the thick rubber nipple into my mouth, ended the discussion once and for all.
My cheeks reddened with humiliation at being defeated by this young hottie but I let her remove my Mary Janes before guiding me to the open side of the crib.
She pulled back the soft pink coverlet and I lay down,
feeling the cool vinyl plastic of the mattress cover against the bare skin of my legs.
She pulled up the blankets and handed my teddy bear to me, tucking it in under my arm.
“That’s a good baby,” she said, once more in her pleasant mood.
Reaching down, she kissed me on the cheek briefly and I inhaled her wonderful perfume.
This one fleeting kiss was as close I got to have any kind of jot and I savored the instant, wishing somehow to make it linger.
But Brooke was already closing the side of the crib,
latching it in place before she turned and made for the door.
“Nighty-nite, Jimmy,” she said as she gently closed the door behind her.
After the door closed, the lights went out and the nursery became dark, save for the dim light put out by my Dumbo nightlight on the far wall.
Denise had designed it that way so that the lighting could only be controlled from outside of the nursery.
The door was also only lockable from the outside and I heard Brooke gently turning the knob to make sure I was secure for the night.
It would be another twelve hours before someone came in to check on me
by then, my diapers would be thoroughly and completely soaked.
In my utter frustration, I was tempted to spit out the pacifier and let loose with a string of colorful curse words but even with that, I knew better.
A baby monitor stood on the dresser top,
a permanent way for Denise or Brooke to listen in on my nursery activities when I wasn’t being supervised.
Among my other restrictions, I was forbidden to swear
it wasn’t worth a spanking and mouth soaping just for a few words said in haste.
Except for the crinkling and rustling of my plastic panties and the mattress cover, the room was quiet, and I tried to listen to see what was going on in the rest of the house.
Denise was saying something to Brooke and before long, I heard the front door close.
A moment later, I heard the sound of her Lexus pulling out of the driveway and fading away down the street.
Without realizing it, I suddenly felt a slight warm wetness seeping between my legs and a trickle of pee flowing against my skin.
With a panicked gulp and a cry of despair, I managed to shut off the flow but the damage was already done.
Now I’d have to try and go to sleep with a distracting wet spot in my diaper.
It was going to be a very long night.