Overview: Bobby’s mom, Aunt Jennifer, and eventually Bobby get their revenge.

I looked at the two infuriated women in sheer horror. Before I could react, Bobby’s mom pulled her son off my lap and told him to stand in the corner so she and Aunt Jennifer could “talk” to me.

“What were you doing, dear?” Aunt Jennifer asked me, very sternly.

“I felt sorry for him, okay?”

“No. Not okay. You blatantly disobeyed us, and—What do we have here?” Bobby’s mom looked in the laundry room and saw a stack of her son’s diapers with slight brown stains.

“You didn’t give him enemas this week?” she asked.

“No. They gross me out! What’s the big deal?”

“We’re very disappointed in you, baby girl. We thought you could be mature and watch Bobby this week, but you’re no better than he is.” Now I was pissed. Less mature than a little bratty sissy?

“What? Come on, I may not be all that wise, but I am certainly more mature than that sniveling child!”

“Really? Let’s test that theory.” Said Aunt Jennifer. Bobby’s mom went into her best friend’s room and returned with her heavy wooden paddle. It took both of them to get my large frame over my aunt’s knee, but they did. She pulled down my pants and panties and started swinging away. My ass was on fire and I begged them to stop. Within minutes, I was sobbing my head off.

“That’s what we thought,” said Bobby’s mom, decisively. The two women dragged me into my aunt’s room and ordered me to lie down on the changing pad, to which I responded, “Hell no!” (Not a smart choice.) My aunt hit me in the face, which temporarily stunned me, and held me down while she asked the sissy’s mom to get her a few diapers. “Don’t forget the other supplies, Anne.” While I continued to struggle, my aunt rubbed diaper rash cream all over my personal region. I tried not to cry when I felt her pin one, two, three diapers on me very tightly. She wrestled a pair of lilac plastic panties on me while Anne went to the closet and brought back a frilly dress of a similar color. The two women somehow got the dress on me, along with a pair of babyish anklets and shiny black Mary Janes. To add insult to injury, Aunt Jennifer tied a frilly baby bonnet on my head.

“Anne, why don’t you stay here with Bobby while Leah and I do some shopping?”

“Sure thing.” I started to cry, and since my vision was blurry, I couldn’t see which woman shoved a bottle between my lips.

“Awwww, it’s okay, baby. Just drink your bottle like a good girl and we’ll be on our way.” I always hated warm milk. It was disgusting, but I decided do drink it anyway. More protest wouldn’t be wise. I saw Anne go over to her son. “Don’t cry, Bobby. For once in your life, this isn’t your fault.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This was the same woman who mercilessly made fun of the boy just a few days before?

My aunt dragged me outside, and I immediately heard the neighbors snicker. I waited for her to unlock the doors and then clumsily tumbled inside. “Let’s see how mature you are, you irresponsible little brat.” I didn’t know what she meant, but I knew Jennifer could be cruel and utterly ruthless if you were unlucky enough to be on her bad side. She drove to Babies R Us, and it took everything in me to keep from crying again. We went inside, and my aunt looked at the cart, knowing my 5’10” body would not fit in the front. To my horror, she took out a kiddie leash and strapped me in it. “We don’t want baby wandering off!” That was the last straw. I started crying again. She then stuck a purple pacifier in my mouth and told me to shut it. We must have walked around the whole store at least three times, up and down every aisle. She threw things like diaper rash cream, baby powder, toys, bottles, pacifiers, diaper pins, and the thickest cloth diapers I’d ever seen in the cart. I knew they were all for me, but I didn’t want to believe it. She bought everything without a word of protest from me. I just tried to tune out all of the demeaning remarks I heard from her and other customers.

Afterwards, we had to stop at Target. I wasn’t too sure why, but that didn’t matter. I started to hear a deep grumbling in my stomach. “I put a bunch of laxatives in your bottle,” she said with a sly smile. “You’ll see why enemas are important.” We walked through the baby aisle where she picked up a few boxes of boys’ Pull-ups. She also picked up a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. When we were checking out, I couldn’t hold it any more. Within a few seconds, I messed myself. I started crying again. “You told me you were mature, yet you just messed your diapers in public. You know, I almost believed you, which is why I didn’t bring any extra diapers to change you into. It just shows that you can’t be trusted,” my aunt said, loud enough for quite a few people to here. She swatted me on my soiled bottom and dragged me out of the store.

When we got to the parking lot, she the box of Pull-ups on the edge of her trunk while she took out her cell phone to call Anne. Purposely, she knocked the box over and ordered me to pick it up. I started to kneel down, and she smacked my thigh. I let out a wimpy little yelp, and she said, “No. Bend over.” I looked at her in disbelief, but there’s no messing with Aunt Jennifer. I bent over, exposing my diapers for the world to see. Everyone who saw me started laughing, and I continued to cry. “What do we have here?” I heard a guy ask. As soon as I heard that familiar voice, I knew the town was too damn small. I went to high school with him, too; I also had a massive crush on him. We liked each other for a while, but went our separate ways before anything went down. He looked at me and started laughing his ass off. I lowered my head in shame, to which he responded, “Oh come on, babe. You look so…cute?” Needless to say, that didn’t help me at all.

“Excuse me, could you do me a favor?” Aunt Jennifer asked the guy.

“Sure.”

“Would you mind checking my baby’s diapers while I get the car started?” I was horrified and infuriated. Was this guy really going to touch me in a most personal and disgusting way? I knew the answer as soon as I felt his hand.

“Hey, she’s w—“ The dick didn’t get a chance to finish. I kneed him in the crotch as hard as I could. When he was down, I punched him in the jaw. Aunt Jennifer was really freakin mad. She got out of the car and made be bend over against the trunk while she helped the guy up. She then pulled her heavy paddle out of her purse and handed it to him and invited him to spank me. She kept my diapers on, knowing I’d be much more miserable sitting in squishy waste. The boy was swinging away, having a great time, and forgetting that I was the same girl who just gave him a low blow. When I was crying my face off, Aunt Jennifer decided that was enough fun. She thanked the guy for “teaching her baby girl a lesson.”