The Baby Sitter – Chapter Five
I lay there feeling like the biggest fool in the world. I was very aware of the load in the back of my diapers. The tight plastic panties kept it right up against my bottom. I also noticed that my bottom was getting extremely tender. Despite it all it I was feeling very sleepy it had been quite a day.
I awoke startled, my diaper was soaked, Man I can’t believe it.
I wet while I was sleeping. Not knowing what time it was and still feeling tired, I drifted back to sleep.
Suddenly the opening of the wall woke me from sleep.
“P U does it stink in here! It smells just like a nursery.” Oh no I thought to my self, another day of this. I don’t know if I can take this.
“My my you are a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I felt her untying my hands and feet.
“Ok now mister stinky, lets stand up and will get you into the tub. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Yes ma’am.
“Good now stand up.” As I started to stand up, I noticed my legs had become very weak and I landed back down on the cot with quite a splash.
“Oh my we are acting like quite the toddler aren’t we?”
“Here let me help you.” I felt Karen steadying me as I stood up this time. I was now acutely aware of my sore behind. I could still feel the load in the back of my diapers. As I started to walk I noticed that it was making me walk funny.
“Oh isn’t that cute.” Karen let go of me, and I was much steadier now.
“Walk for me, I think that’s just adorable. I love the way you walk with stinky diapers on, she laughed.” I finally made it across the room and into the bathroom. Karen had the tub filled with water. As I was standing there I made a drastic mistake.
Instinctively I went to pull down my plastic panties. I guess looking at the tub filled with water was to inviting.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING” rang through my head.
“You don’t EVER touch your diapers!”
“Now sit down on the toilet.” The lid was up, and the seat was down. Man this was the weirdest feeling in the world.
Sitting on a toilet with diapers on. The pressure was causing the messy diapers to push even tighter on my ass.
“You just sit there till I come back for you.” What a punishment. I could of gotten up when she left but for some strange reason I just sat there. I was starting to believe that this women was breaking me. After what seemed like hours, she came back in.
“Well have you learned your lesson stinky?” Yes Ma’am’ “Now tell me what must you NEVER do?” Touch my diapers or pants, I replied.
“Panties she corrected, you wear plastic panties Baby.” Panties I replied.
“You see little Markey, when your bad, I’m going to make you punish yourself. It’s much more effective that way, don’t you think?” Yes Ma’am’ “That’s a good little boy. Now stand up and let me get you undressed.” Off came the smock and the panties as she called them.
“My just look at those diapers, even with three, you can see the big stain in the back and look at the yellow in the front. Your really quite the baby.” She unpinned the diapers, and as soon as the air hit me, I almost start crying.
“Ah poor baby she taunted, Look in the mirror, look at what you did to your poor bottom.”
“Did you deserve the punishment you gave to yourself Markey?” Yes Ma’am.
“Now you get in that tub and soak that poor little bottom. She placed the dirty diapers in a plastic bag and left the bathroom. The water stung at first when I sat down, but after a while it felt real good.
About a half an hour later I heard the bathroom door open, Come on Stinky, we can’t have you in here all day.” She reached for a big towel and told me to get up. She wrapped the towel around me and told me to get back to my room.
“Lay down on your bed.” I did as I was told.
“This will make your little bottom feel much better.” She applied some kind of ointment to my behind and tenderly rubbed it in.
“I hope you will try and do a little better today. I would hate to make you punish yourself again this way.” I’ll try hard Ma’am.
Again out come the diapers. This time there is only one diaper though, and no plastic panties.
“I’m going to leave your panties off of you for now. But today, before you do anything, I want you to tell me so I can change you quickly. I don’t want that diaper rash to get any worse. But beleive me if you give me any trouble, I’ll pack you back in heavy diapers and panties, and when you leave here you’ll have to explain to some doctor how you got diaper rash. Now you would’nt want me to do that would you?” No Ma’am.
It actually felt kind of funny to have only one diaper on and no panties. I almost felt naked.
“Now drink this.” she said handing me some apple juice in a trainer cup.
“That’s a good boy” As I was drinking the juice she placed a large bowl of some kind of cereal in front of me.
“Now do your best and eat it all up.” Karen didn’t have to prod me on this one, I was starving. I quickly ate all that was in the bowl.
“My you sure are hungry. Would you like some more she smiled.” Yes Ma’am. She produced another bowl, althought it didn’t taste very good, It was satisfying my hunger.
After finishing my cereal, Karen told me to get up and to come with her. I was actually getting kind of use to the small room. At least in there I knew nobody would see me in my present condition.
“Come on she said, Bob is out of town this weekend. But if you want to spend the day in your little room, that could be arranged.” Well even though it would of been all right with me, I knew that this wasn’t the correct response.
I quickly followed her out into the family room. She told me to sit on the floor, because I wasn’t wearing any panties. She also reminded me to make sure and tell her before I wet. She went upstairs and I was left to watch Children shows on TV. It wasn’t more than about twenty minutes when I got the first feelings that I needed to pee. I thought about it for a minute or two, and decided that I best call her. I didn’t want to go through another day like yesterday. I mustered up my courage and started in a quiet voice, Karen? Karen? “Speak up baby, are you talking to me?” I a have to a wet, I stammered. I heard her come down the steps.
“Ah what’s the matter?” I thought to myself, how many times is she going to make me say this. I have to go to the bathroom. She started laughing, “What do you want to go to the bathroom for?” I have to wet.
“Ah you have to wet, isn’t that sweet, you sound just like a baby. Well we know that your not potty trained, and since your wearing diapers, I don’t see any reason for you to want to go into the bathroom. Now get up and go get those newspapers there and spread them on the floor. Good boy. Now stand on them, I don’t want my rug to get wet incase your little diaper doesn’t hold it all sweetie.” I stood on the newspapers, feeling very foolish. Karen was standing right in front of me waiting for me to pee. I didn’t want to push my luck, so I concentrated on peeing as best as I could.
Soon enough, I saw a smile begin to spread across her face as my pee spread across my diaper.
“That’s a good boy, now don’t you feel better?” Yes I stammered, man was this humiliating, having to pee in your diapers in front of a woman. Karen knew this all to well an was having a good time with me.
“How does it feel to have to wear a diaper and pee in front of me?”
“You look so cute with your little diapers sagging that way.”
“Now since you were a good boy and did what you were told, I’ll change your pissy diapers, isn’t that nice of me?” Yes Ma’am. Karen took me into the nursery and quickly had me changed into a clean diaper, and back out into the family room I went. This isn’t to bad I thought, I could handle this. It beats the hell out of yesterday.
The rest of the morning continued this way, Karen made sure I got plenty of liquids, and I had several more diaper changes before lunch.
Lunch was the same as breakfast, more of that cereal, or so I thought, actually it was a fiber laxative mixed with cereal. After lunch, I was again sitting in front of the TV when I thought I heard voices talking upstairs. I began to get a little panicky, The more carefully I listened, the more I began to realize that Karen was talking to another woman upstairs! My mind began doing the two minute panic drill. Man what if I have to wet again? I wonder if I’m supposed to call her? Maybe she wouldn’t want me to call her? Maybe the woman upstairs doesn’t know about Karen’s lifestyle? All these questions what am I supposed to do? Well despite all the questions no answers were coming. I tried to calm down. I felt like running, but I knew that was out of the question. I didn’t even know where my clothes were! As I sat there pondering everything, I noticed another problem beginning to take shape. My stomach was feeling very full and I was noticing an increasing pressure on my bowels. I also noticed that my bladder was filling as well. I tried not to think about it, but I knew I was going to have to deal with this soon. I kept hoping that the woman upstairs would just leave. As I was straining to hear upstairs, I suddenly heard quite clearly “Come on Debbie lets watch the movie you brought over.” Ah shit! I thought. There’s no way I’m going to hold out for two hours! Several more minutes passed, and I was beginning to feel cramps.
I made up my mind. I was just going to do it, and wait to see what happens. It seemed like a no win situation. (Of course it was all devised by Karen) I stood up and almost immediately began to fill my diapers. I couldn’t believe how much was coming out of me. Man for having an enema last night, I’m so full.
I decided I would stand up so I wouldn’t have to sit in the mess and squish it all over my bottom. I also stepped on to the newspapers, because I now had to wet very badly. As I let go I felt the warm pee fill my diapers and begin to drip down on to the newspapers. Man I’m going to be in quite a bit of trouble I thought.
Karen is going to know something’s up. It’s been to long since I called her to change me. I figured there was nothing I could do now except wait.
The End of The Baby Sitter – Chapter Five.
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