Well it's been quite a morning, after being forced to wet, mess and cum in my diapers, I'm all cleaned up and re-diapered. My head is spinning a mile a minute when I'm hit with another blow.

"Let's get you ready stinky."

Ready for what I think.

"Come on get in here right now." I hear her calling from the bedroom.

I waddled in to the bedroom, and I see that Judy has clothes laid out on the bed.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

"Well, I've got to get you dressed. You wouldn't want me taking you out in just your diapers and panties, would you?"

It's coming too fast, OUT - Out in diapers and panties! No, no, I'm thinking. Getting dressed would be fine. But I still don't want to go out. I'm beginning to panic and Judy senses it.

"Come over here will you. Now don't get all excited. We have a little trip to make to one of my friends."

"Judy, I can't go out wearing diapers and rubber pants. Please not that."

"Put your arms out." she tells me. Instinctively I put my arms and hands out in front of me and very quickly she has my wrists bound in front of me. Suddenly she lets into me. "Now look I've just about had it with you. How many times do I have to tell you? When I tell you something, you are not to talk back, argue, or complain at all. Is that understood?"

"I know but..."

She cuts me off, "You just don't seem to learn. Well there's only one thing left to do to teach you that when I tell you something, no matter what it is that you obey me. But I can see that little Markey is going to be trouble, but I'm more than prepared to deal with that."

She sits down on the bed and says, "I knew it was going to come to this Markey. Now stand in front of me." The next thing I know the yellow rubber pants are coming down my legs. "Lift up your leg, now the other one. Good boy." Next I feel a hand plunging into my diapers. "Ah, you're not wet." she says in a mocking tone. The diaper pins are undone as the diapers fall to the floor. She positions her self on the bed and then tells me, "Now get over my lap, you naughty boy."

The next thing I know I'm across her lap with my hands tied in front of me.

"Now Markey, it’s time to teach you some of the rules."

I feel her reaching for something on the bed. The next thing I feel is CRACK, my ass feels like its on fire. "What's rule number one Markey." CRACK.

I'm not answering fast enough. "Don't talk back." I yell. CRACK.

"That's very good Markey. I think your beginning to learn." CRACK.

"Rule number 2?"

"Not to argue!" CRACK.

"Rule 3?"

"Not to complain," I whine.

As she continues her lecture each thought is punctuated with a CRACK. The tears are beginning to roll down my cheeks as she continues the humiliation. She finally stands me up, and laughs as she sees the tears still coming down my cheeks. I can see that she has been peppering me with an old ping-pong paddle.

"See this Markey? This is what you can expect if you give me any more trouble. Is that understood?"

"Yes." I say mildly regaining my composure.

"That's a good boy, a good diaper boy. Now turn around and look in the mirror. That's right look at those little buns. Nice and bright red."

She was right about that. My ass looked like it was on fire.

"Now let's try this again. We’re going to get dressed so we can go visit my friend. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Good stinky, now lay on the bed like a good boy, so Mommy can get you ready."

I lay down on my back but she tells me, "Roll over on your belly so Mommy can get rub those little buns with oil. They’re so sensitive now, and we wouldn't want you getting diaper rash would we?"

I feel the cool baby oil being spread all over my behind and it feels wonderful. As the massaging continues, I also feel my dick begin to press into the bed.

"Roll over," she commands. As I do, she takes immediate notice of my erection. "My, my, little diaper boy loves getting his rear end rubbed, doesn't he?"

"Yes." I mutter.

She squirts some oil right on my shaft and begins to rub my penis. She continues to rub it right to the point where I'm feeling as if I'm going to cum.

"There, there, sissy," she say's stopping abruptly. "They'll be plenty of time for that."

The next thing I know she's telling me to lift my rear end, and on go the double diapers. She places the yellow rubber panties on my legs and tells me to stand up. I get off the bed and she pulls them all the way up. She adjusts the legs and waistband telling me, "We have to make sure you don't leak, especially in the car. Now Markey, I'm going to untie you so I can finish dressing you and I don't want any trouble, understand?"

"Yes Mommy." I say.

"Good boy." She has me sit on the bed while she puts a pair of white shorts on my legs. "Stand up Markey."

As I stand up she pulls the white shorts up over my diapers and rubber pants. Next she takes a white T-Shirt and puts it over my head. She helps me put my arms in like I'm some kind of infant. She pulls the shirt down over my shorts and steps back to admire her work. "Turn around diaper boy" she says. "Perfect," she say's smiling, "Go over by the mirror and look."

I'm horrified. On the front of the T-Shirt it says MY LITTLE DIAPER BOY. Then she tells me to turn around and look at my self from the back. Shock number two; I can see the yellow panties showing clearly through the shorts.

"Please Mommy, Please!"

She puts her finger to her lips and says, "Now Markey, we don't want to get all undressed again and get punished. Do we?"

"No Mommy."

"Now there, there. I'll let you wear your jacket over your T-shirt."

I felt a little better, but I was still quite worried about the thin white shorts. I figured there wasn't much I could do about it and my ass was still stinging and I didn't want any more of that.

"Now put your sneakers on while I finish getting your bag together."

"My bag together?" I thought. What kind of bag was she talking about? I finished putting my sneakers on and while going for my jacket in the closet; I couldn't help but get a look at myself in the mirror. Man did I look ridiculous. Even if the shorts didn't show the yellow panties, the bulge was enough of a give away. Anybody could tell I was diapered. Seeing myself without her in the room also began to get my dick swelling again. Damn fetish I thought; got me more than I can chew this time. I put my jacket on, and tried to console myself that I looked a lot better.

"Let's go stinky," she yelled from the kitchen.

I hurried; I didn't want to piss her off now. She was standing in the door to the garage holding a pink bag over her shoulder. My eyes bugged out as I read the words stencilled across it. D I A P E R S in big baby blue letters.

"Here carry your bag," she laughed.

I reluctantly took the bag and went to go to the driver’s side when she stopped me abruptly, "And what do you think you’re doing?"

"I was going to drive." I said.

Judy always hated to drive, when we went somewhere. "Oh I don't think so. Little diaper boys don't drive. They just sit in the car and wait for Mommy to take them places."

I didn't say anything. I just blushed as I walked towards the passenger door.

We backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. All the while, I couldn't keep from panicking. In my mind I saw the car breaking down, or getting in an accident, or driving by someone we knew. These thoughts kept racing through my mind.

Judy must have picked up on my distress, "What is the matter Stinky?"

"Uh, I am worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Well, what if we had to stop or get out of the car or something?"

"Well then we would, wouldn't we?"

"Yea I know, but what if somebody saw me like this?"

"Oh gee I don't know Markey. You'd think of something wouldn't you?" she says laughingly.

I decide to just keep my mouth shut. It seems these days no matter what I say, it comes back to haunt me.

Judy breaks the silence, "Now when we get there, I suggest you do everything you’re told. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I answer.

"Good, because I don't think my friend would treat you with so much understanding."

I'm dying to ask the question, "What friend?" But I know that I'd just get myself in more trouble.

We turn into a street off of the main road and I really begin to panic. Judy pulls over and takes a pair of handcuffs out of "my" diaper bag. "Just to make sure we have no problems," she says as she snaps them shut.

Cripes I think to myself this is the street Bob and Karen live on. Judy use to go to school with Karen, and we all became quite good friends. I'm mulling it over in my mind. No it can't be Judy would never humiliate me in front of our friends. Would she? The answer came quicker than I wanted it. We were turning into their driveway!

"Judy! You CAN'T be serious! This is Bob and Karen's House!"

"Deadly serious my little man."

"Please, Please don't humiliate me this way."

"Listen diaper boy, you're treading on thin ice. Remember this is what YOU wanted. YOU wanted to wear diapers and rubber pants and act like a two year old. So this is what you're going to get. UNDERSTAND!"

"But Judy, Please I'd be so embarrassed."

"Now look, I'm getting tired of your incessant whining. You certainly do know how to act like a two year old. If you keep this up, you are really going to be sorry."

She got out of the car and came around to open my door. "Get out and carry your bag it will hide your handcuffs in case a neighbour is watching."

I got out of the car, my legs were trembling. I held the bag as best I could. Judy put her arm around me and started leading me up the walk to the front door.

"Why don't you ring the bell stinky?" she says laughing again. "Oh I'm just teasing. I know you’re having enough trouble holding your diaper bag."

With that she rings the bell. My heart feels as if would stop any moment. Deep down, I'm kind of wishing it would.

The door begins to open; I want to just melt away into the sidewalk. Judy however, is there to make sure that I'm the first one anyone will see. There before my eyes is Karen. I feel like my face is as pink as the diaper bag I'm carrying.

"Well, well, what have we here? Would you like to come in Markey?"

Markey, Markey, she's calling me Markey too. Suddenly the whole thing is coming together in my mind. Karen is well aware of what Judy has been doing to me! I'm jolted back to reality by Judy.

"Diaper boy! Karen asked you a question.

"Ah, ah, why ah yes."

Judy opens the door, and the next thing I know we are standing in Karen's living room. "Oh I see you had to handcuff the little one." Karen says.

"Well I didn't want to take a chance and have a scene in your front lawn."

"I don't think he would have gone too far dressed the way he is, do you?"

"Well, I like to be on the safe side." Judy said.

"Well Judy when I'm finished with him, you'll never have to worry about that again."

"Markey, let's get those handcuff's off you, and get your jacket off." Karen says.

"Oh that's alright," I say, "I'm fine."

"Don't be silly. It's much to warm to be wearing that jacket."

Karen is removing the cuffs with the key Judy has given her.

"Good now give me that jacket so I can hang it up."

I start to tremble as I begin to unzip the jacket. I can see Karen is starting to become impatient so I speed things up a bit, I don't want to get Judy pissed. Little did I know that it's Karen I don't want to get madder.

"Isn't that sweet? Look at that shirt, MY LITTLE DIAPER BOY." Karen says. "Where did you find that Judy?"

"I got it at that T-Shirt place. The girl who made it up for me got quite a kick out of it when I told her why I wanted it. She told me to come back any time if I needed any other T-Shirts."

My mind is racing; the whole damn town must know I wear diapers now I thought.

"Markey, turn around and show Karen your shorts."

I instinctively turn around and Karen stops me when my behind is in front of her, "Oh my, now there is no fooling, as to what you're wearing young man. Is there?"

"No Karen." I reply.

"What are you wearing Markey?" Karen asks.

"Diapers and plastic panties." I mumble.

"Markey, when I ask you a question, I expect that you answer it quickly and clearly."

"Diapers and plastic panties!" I say louder.

"Good! Now turn around. I want you to sit down on the floor over there. Judy, let's go into the kitchen, I'll get us some coffee."

The two women wander into the kitchen, and I sit down as instructed. Sitting on the floor, I become quite aware of my bulky diapers again. My mind is racing again. Gee what if Bob came in now. I feel like I've fallen into quick sand. My so preoccupied that I don't even notice the women come back into the living room.

"Markey, let’s get you downstairs now." Karen says.

"Downstairs?" I think. "Good. At least I won't have to be embarrassed if Bob came home, or a neighbour came to the door."

I lead the way downstairs to the family room, or at least what I thought was the family room. Karen pushes me towards the far wall. The next thing I know the wall is sliding open! I can't believe it. How many times have I sat in this room? I never would have suspected there was another room, behind the family room.