The poor boy sat in his bath wondering what was happening. How had a visit to his aunt come to this? The only thing going his way was that the bubble bath that Jessica had put into his bath was at least hiding his tumescence. Before he could consider how to get rid of it, his tormentor returned.

“Come on!” she chirped. “The sooner we get you washed the sooner we can get you ready for bed.”

With that she grabbed a sponge and started to wash his neck and shoulders. When she was done she made him kneel on all fours so that she could wash, as she put it, “the rest” of him.

He meekly complied, feeling thoroughly ashamed at his embarrassing position. Jessica put her hand between his thighs, pushing them further apart, and then sponged him across his most intimate places. Just when he thought he could no longer contain himself she stopped, and ordered him out of the bath.

When she’d dried him off she told him that his aunt didn’t trust teenage boys, and so he would be required to wear some ‘protection’ to bed until he could prove himself trustworthy. She opened a cupboard to reveal the ‘protection’ she was talking about.

He gasped when he saw what was there. There were piles of nappies, but not just nappies – nappies that were clearly the right size to fit him. He stared at the piles. There were cloth terry nappies, incredibly bulky white disposable nappies, and even a couple of piles of disposable nappies with different patterns on them – Disney Princesses, teddy bears, ballerinas. And on the side we piles of plastic panties, some clear, some coloured, most with frilly adornment.

He turned to look at Jessica. “Please…” he begged.

“Choose what you’d like to wear.” Jessica commanded. “Or I’ll choose for you, and you’ll be punished for disobeying me.”

He hesitated, and that was enough for her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it up his back, forcing him to bend over. With her free hand she gave him two hard slaps on his bare bottom. He yelped in pain and surprise.

“You’re a naughty boy!” she exclaimed, “So you must be punished.”

Still forcing his arm up his back she grabbed a wooden spanking paddle from where it was hanging on the wall, and lead him over to the bed.

She sat down and put him across her lap. He tried to resist, but the grip she had on his arm up his back made movement impossible. And then she started to spank him.

She brought the wooden paddle down hard on his defenceless bottom. He kicked his legs, but he was powerless to stop her. For twenty or thirty spanks he continued to kick, but after that he surrendered to his fate, as she made his bottom redder and redder.

When she decided he’d suffered enough she stood him up and told him not to touch his bottom, with the threat of spanking him again if he disobeyed.

He could feel tears running down his cheeks, not just at the pain in his bottom, but from the utter humiliation of his situation.

Jessica went over to the cupboard and pulled out a pair of towelling training pants. “Look at these, Mikey,” she said. “You could have chosen these and then I wouldn’t have had to spank you, and no-one would have known you were wearing them. But as you didn’t choose anything, I will choose for you. And what I choose is a triple terry nappy, with a nice thick soaker pad, and a pair of plastic panties. Now lie on the bed while I put you into them – unless you want another spanking?”

He stared at her, not quite believing what he was hearing. He was eighteen years old. He was way too old to be put back into nappies. And yet here he was.

Jessica picked up the spanking paddle again and slapped it threateningly into her palm. “Do you need another spanking?” she asked.

He hung his head, and accepted his fate. He lay on the bed while Jessica fetched three terry nappies and folded them into shape. She tapped his bottom, forcing him to lift up while she slipped the nappies underneath him. She then put the soaker pad on top of his nappies, before she pulled them up between his legs and into place. She pulled his nappies tight around his hips, and pinned them into place. Next she fetched a pair of plastic panties and threaded them up his legs and over his bulky nappies.

Finally she stood him up and told him that he wouldn’t be able to wear him pyjamas over his nappies, but that she had something that would be perfect.

She went to the cupboard and returned with a snap-crotch onesie.

In any other situation he would have fought against having to wear such a humiliating item, but with his bottom still so sore from his spanking, and his already babyish attire, he was resigned to his fate.

Jessica put it over his head and pulled it down over his nappies. She secured the poppers between his legs, and then patted his bulky bottom.

“Come on,” she said, “let’s go and say goodnight to the girls.”