Babysitter Bondage (An Age Play Story) (11 page)

“I just wanted to help,” I said. Even to my own ears, that came off as meek and pathetic. “I thought I could show you how to be better.”

“You thought you were my babysitter. You thought you could control me,” Mia said. “Well, big sister, for once, you’re going to be powerless. And to start your new stage in life, I’m going to change your diaper.”

“Please, not you.”

“Sorry, Claire, you don’t get the choice. You get to lay there and wiggle or cry, but that’s about it. You’re going to learn to be a good, sweet little girl. I know it sounds rough, but I promise Trevor and I will be there to take such good, good care of you.”

The desperation and dread swirled through me, but for one shining moment it gave way to rage. I yanked on my straps, pulling them with all my might. It wasn’t much. It certainly wasn’t enough, so Mia got to laugh at my expense one more time before she got a fresh diaper.

Unlike Trevor, she needed a bit more time. That, or Mia just wanted to savor my humiliation. She got to strip me of the soiled diaper, wipe me off, and powder me thoroughly. All the while, she hummed to herself like a parent or babysitter
absentmindedly
taking care of a sweet, innocent child.

Once I was cleaned up, Mia got out a fresh diaper. This one was pink too and had a set of imprinted hearts. I didn’t want to wear it. She knew how much I hated ultra feminine clothes, but then that was the point. She wanted to take away my adulthood and force me into an infantile prison.

Mia opened the new diaper and ordered me to lift my butt. I longed to respond with rigid defiance, but then I remembered Trevor. It would be so easy for him to come in here, lift my legs by my ankles, and let her slide the diaper under me anyway. I dreaded the possibility of them working together on me.

“Please, please don’t do this,” I said again and again as she pulled the diaper up and taped it back into place.
Before long, I was diapered again. The span of freedom only lasted a few seconds.

Mia ripped the Velcro restraints free and helped me off the bed. Right away, I tumbled down to my knees. With the leash still connected, I had no choice but to follow her. To my ultimate chagrin, Mia took me back to the rocking chair.

She forced me onto her lap. I tried to stay on my back, but she flipped me over. All of a sudden, she just seemed to strop. My baby sister had no trouble maneuvering me like a doll. My struggles counted for nothing.

On my stomach, I wiggled and tried again, “Please, Mia. Please, I’m sorry I tried to break up you and your boyfriend.”

“It’s okay,” she said breezily. “I think you’ll learn your lesson soon enough.”

“Yes!” I agreed, simpering to get out of another spanking.
“Mia, I’ve learned my lesson. Okay? I’ve learned to be a good girl.”

“Then you’ll thank me when I’m done spanking you,” she informed me.

My eyes bugged. Her hand struck the back of my thigh. I heard the clap as the sensation rolled through my system. I tried to sit up, but do anything really, but her hand came down again.

“Naughty girl, thinking you could be an adult. But you’re not an adult, are you? You’re just a silly baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” I muttered. But then, I lifted my chin and looked my sister in the eyes, “I’m not a baby! Okay? You need to understand, I don’t care what you two do to me. I’m not a toddler! I’m not an infant! You’re making me wet. That doesn’t count! I can walk!” Once those words left my mouth, my chest rose and fell. It felt like I had just done something very difficult and very important.

Mia disagreed. She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, “Silly, silly. You can’t just say you’re a big girl. That’s not how it works. No, it’s not.”

“Mia, you can’t do this to me!” I squealed. I even kicked up and down, swinging my legs against nothing. All the while, Mia watched with her hands on me, effectively pinning me. She did speak, as though she simply had to wait for this latest tantrum to pass.

It did, and she was right.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“Tell me I won, and I’ll give you something you really need.”

“And if I don’t?” Ever since Trevor tricked me, I didn’t think she would give me anything I wanted or needed. No, this was another game.

“Well, we’re not done with your spanking, are we?” Her eyes gleamed, and I could hear the glee in her voice. She must have wanted to see me brought low for a long time. All of her frustration and resentment at being the little sister who always got bossed around streamed out of her.

She spanked me.

She spanked me hard, slapping my skin until it simmered with red welts.
I could practically feel the outline of her fingers where they clapped down. She spanked me again, stripping my lungs of air as I struggled to maintain control of myself.

My eyes started to water again, and my lower lip shook. I couldn’t control it or make my body obey me. I wished I could have been some monk able to block out the sensations.

“Is she being naughty?” Trevor leaned against the doorway, all calm and smooth, as if the sight of a college grad getting spanked by her childish sister happened every day.

Mia stopped the spanking. In fact, she started to pet me, stroking my ravaged skin. Now incredibly sensitive, I prickled at her touch as she petted the back of my thighs. More than once, she moved her hand up to my diapered bottom. She gave tight little squeezes to make the plastic crinkle and remind me what had been done to me. I wanted to smack her. I pictured Mia on my lap, getting spanked like a little brat. The thought made me grin.

“A bit,” Mia said and shrugged. “I’m just not sure how to convince her of the truth.”

“What truth?” I hissed.

“That you’re a little girl at heart, that you’ve always been the immature one.”

“But it’s true!” I whined. Even to my ears, I could tell my reply sounded like something a preschooler might have hollered.

“We could always do some baby pictures. I think that might make it very clear who’s in charge, who’s the adult, and who’s the baby,” he explained. He strolled over and crouched down to look into my face. “Would you like that? Would you like us to take lots of pictures of you? That way, you’d know someone always had proof that you’re just a little diaper girl.”

Before, he teased me and my face turned red. The blush usually came in waves, simmering through my skin and turning me a bright shade of crimson, scarlet, or
burgundy
.

Not this time.

This time, the color drained from my body. For a heartbeat, perhaps two, my body went numb. I pictured all of the hard work I put in through middle school, high school, and college. I had toiled so much and worked so hard to come off as an adult. Then a few pictures would mean that I looked like a baby girl. They had me diapered. They could dress me however they want. And with enough spanking, I had no doubt they could get me to speak any words they want. I would debase myself in front of a camera. And then what? They could send those pictures to potential employers or the professors I needed for letters of recommendation.

“Not that,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

“Oh, I think she’s shy,” Trevor said.

“No. Not even a little.” While there might have been some sympathy in Trevor’s voice, my sister spoke with nothing but contempt, “
Little Claire here has always loved the spotlight. She doesn’t care who gives her attention, so long as everyone is focused on her.”

“I’m sorry,” I started to say, but her hand smacked my thigh again. I hissed through the pain and remained quiet.

“She definitely wants to pose for us.”

“Should we get her dressed up?” Trevor asked. “Or just leave her in the diaper?”

“Let’s do the diaper first,” Mia said. Rolling me off her lap, she forced me back onto my hands and knees. I wanted to freeze up again, to simply grab onto the carpet and never let go, but she pulled on my leash. The stinging continued through my legs and skin. I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to give myself up to my little sister and hope she might demonstrate some so
rt of compassion.

She walked me across the room and pulled open a drawer. From it, she took out a digital camera. I watched in horror as she slid the cover down and the red light came to life.

“You don’t have to pose yet,” she told me. Raising the camera, she aimed it at me. I looked away, futilely trying to hide my face. I only had the diaper on now. No shirt, no cover, nothing to hide me from the truth or the camera’s lens.

Mia clicked the button, and the camera caught my image. Stored somewhere in its electronic memory was me, diapered and sitting on my butt with my legs crossed in front of me. I was exposed.

Mia started to click several more pictures. Then she started to pose me. Again, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t know how to, not anymore. A small voice deep down inside of me kept saying it had been less than a day, but now she had pictures! They could post them online. They could email them wherever they wanted.

I should have thought of some way to get the camera away from her, at least before she sent them out.
If I had been smarter, I would have thought of strategies or schemes. But right as I started to rally and try to figure out some good way to get the pictures away from her, I heard another click, only this time it didn’t come from Mia’s device.

I turned my head slowly and found Trevor standing there, a different lens aimed at me. My lips must have turned into a hard line because he chuckled, “Oh, pouty little girl.” He had his phone aimed at me. He was recording me! “Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read my thoughts again, “This is going online right away, straight to my personal account. No chance of losing it!”

My face went white again as defeat crashed down on me. I couldn’t do anything now. Getting the camera away might have been possible. I heard another click. But if the footage went online, to be stored in some cloud network, then I didn’t have a chance.

“Let’s pose her!” Mia said.

“Go for it.”

“I just changed her, so I think she’ll be good.” They talked about me like I wasn’t even there.
Finally, Mia turned her attention back to me, “Stand up, turn around, and spread your legs. I want to get a nice shot of your little diaper butt!”

My breathing turned shallow, and for a second, I refused. I even managed a little shake of my head, though I must have appeared more timid than defiant.

“Do it or we’ll have to share some of this incredible video. And don’t forget, I can always pull out some stills.”

I got onto my knees, then wobbled back onto my feet. I couldn’t really walk, but that didn’t matter. I twisted around and flinched when I heard the first click. After that, it wasn’t so bad. At least this way, the camera couldn’t see my face. Not that anonymity was even close to possible anymore.

“Okay, baby girl, get back on your hands and knees.”

“Please don’t make me,” I begged.

“Do it or you’ll get another spanking,” promised my sister.

I started to crawl for them. They took pictures. Worse, Mia ordered me to smile at the camera. I didn’t want to do it, and this time I managed to hold out for a few more seconds. But she came up to me and swatted my butt. The stinging rang between my nerves, so I lifted my face and smiled brightly for the camera.

After they made me crawl around like a stupid baby, they started to dress me. For the most part, I managed to block it out. They put me in a onesie first. It clipped into place right between my legs. Bright pink with little flowers, the onesie practically screamed infantile. This would have looked adorable on a baby girl. On me, it made me look childish.

From there, they put me in a
ruffled
dress. Trevor seemed content to simply make me pose with my hands on my hips, or my wrists held together over my stomach, but Mia remembered something. Back in high school, I had been on the dance team. She made me dance.

Every hop and squiggle made the skirt fly up, flashing my diaper again and again. My face turned bright red, but I danced. Then she had another idea. She made me do the exact same dance, this time with the pacifier in my mouth. At least she didn’t tie it into place this time.

I don’t think she wanted there to be any question of my complicity. Whoever saw this would just think I liked being a big, diapered baby. That thought repeated in my head again and again.

Finally, I fell back to my knees and Mia smiled down at me.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?”
she asked, only this time she sounded sweet.
I peeked up at her and nodded.
She took the pacifier out of my mouth. Tucking it into her pocket with one hand, she touched my chin with the other, raising my gaze to meet her own.

Mia wanted to hear me say it. She wanted to hear me promise to be a good girl for her.
“Yes,”
I said.

“Smile for me.”

I smiled for her. It was big and bright and made me look happy.

“Good girl!” Mia even clapped for me. A second more and her expression shifted back to serious. “Now, you’ve been such a good baby girl, do you have something to say to Trevor and me?”