Spanked and Diapered '86: A Domestic Diaper Discipline Story (The Diaper Library)

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I figured my sister must know about this already, and besides, I didn't have much hope of making it through without having at least one Saturday in diapers, and she would see me in diapers then if not before that time. I figured now was as good a time as any, and the spanking wouldn't be half as painful on my diaper. I chose the Living Room.

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I looked over at to see she was indeed wearing one of the diapers. It was slightly large on her, slightly small on me. Still, it fit. The Auntie you're staying with for the summer, and is determined to instill some discipline in you. She's not going to have you breaking curfew anymore. If her sense of fashion wasn"€™t enough to grab attention and leave the women around her jealous, then her natural beauty was. Elizabeth had pale smooth skin and wavy auburn hair that she kept pulled into a high bun. Her cute facial features and hazel eyes were framed perfectly by a pair of dark rimmed glasses that Elizabeth hoped gave her a more refined, intelligent look. The exasperated girlfriend who has had enough of your lazing about and decides to use your own belt to teach you a lesson Elizabeth felt her face burn red with embarrassment as she slipped out of the expensive panties she had only bought a week ago and exchanged them for a cheap pair of pink cotton panties. Once she had done the same with her bra, Elizabeth was forced to hand them off to Mrs. Maxwell. It felt as if she was giving the teacher the last bit of her adulthood.

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Ahh - I see. Well, if you feel so strongly about it that you actually ASK for one, then I guess you really do need a good hard spanking, don't you?" Her voice started to take one the tone of lecturing a small child . "Well? Isn't that what you need?" she pressed.

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B-but! I mean it! This isn"€™t funny. I am a teacher. Tell her Rachel!"€, Elizabeth said, her expression frantic as Samantha pulled her across her lap. Doesn"€™t feel good, does it? I don"€™t have to keep going, but you need to apologize to Rachel and admit to everyone here that you"€™re not a teacher."€, Samantha said. Chapter Description: Elizabeth Turner, fresh-out-of-college and feeling in over her head, is a newly hired teacher at the prestigious Vitae Academy. Between her age and her good looks, she's been having difficulty garnering the respect she believes she deserves. To make matters worse, one of her new students is a girl she used to babysit; a girl named Rachel that holds a grudge against her. When Elizabeth does something a bit drastic to get her class under her control, Rachel responds ten-fold and Elizabeth's life changes forever.Always it is written with the same detail wording, which I find very telling .... "white poofy dress". Always it is cloth diapers and "rubber pants". But it is so much that I finally had to question because I couldn't believe one person could be responsible for all those posts. Rachel? Do we need to have another talk about your behavior like yesterday?"€, Elizabeth asked, doing her best to keep her voice stern. He arrived as directed and took a place on the long wooden bench in the lobby of the school administration office. There were two others on the bench already. Almost at once he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone being paddled. He winced. Elizabeth stood and did her best to sound composed, "€œThank you Samantha for your...help."€ She then turned to the whiteboard and continued, "€œAs Mrs. Maxwell informed you all, my name is m--"€

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So all of my pre-adult positions were either holding my legs or the other side of a desk. Small wonder that my adult spanking dreams put these two positions at the top of my list. Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was older and could get along without Mom. Mrs. Maxwell sighed and pulled the top the rest of the way down. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief as the top appeared to stretch somewhat around her chest. She knew that the outfit was too small, but somehow it managed to fit her. Mrs. Maxwell then held the skirt stretched out before her. Too embarrassed to protest, Elizabeth stepped into the skirt and let the teacher pull it up for her. She waited patiently as Mrs. Maxwell adjusted the outfit, more than glad to just get this all over with.The embarrassment Elizabeth felt being spanked in front of a room of teenagers was nothing like she had ever felt before. Almost immediately, her eyes began to grow wet and her lips trembled. My aunt brought my cousin Shannon into the room to change her out of her diapers, and get her dressed for the day. Shannon looked at me when they entered. "Baby!" she said excitedly. I finally was able to go to bed. I climbed into the crib, and my mother put the side up. I tossed and turned for awhile, aware of the diapers and wondering why they felt so good to me. Exactly what kind of punishment?" my mother asked. I didn't answer; I just stared at my feet. "Scolding you like a naughty little boy?" she asked, getting a nod from me. "Maybe putting you in the corner?" I nodded again. "More?" she asked, and I looked up at her. Elizabeth swallowed audibly as she mustered the courage to say what Samantha, now Mrs. Maxwell to her, wanted her to, "€œN-no Mrs. Maxwell"€¦"€

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Rachel...oh no...you"€™ve got to be kidding me"€¦, Elizabeth thought as she felt her entire body tense up. This idea that the Catholic church requires teenage of preteen girls to wear diapers for confirmation or even for baptism is just not true. Please stop. Fantasy is one thing and we all know that stories are playing with fantasy, but when you start claiming something is a true story and then you lie about a church and about a sacrament, you are overstepping boundaries. Magic. The same magic you now have. Now...think of what you would do and snap your fingers, just like I did."€ Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still loved him though, I could tell.You"€™ve also got a planner in here, detailing your classes; there"€™s some cherry lip-gloss; everything a teenage girl like yourself would have. Does that put a stop to all this? Can you please put your uniform on?"€, Mrs. Maxwell asked, clearly done with Elizabeth.