Brent/Brandi:

I heard the door being opened. It was about time. I'd been awake for some time. I didn't know how long because there was no clock in the room. As bad as I despised the woman, I was ready for a clean diaper if that's what it took to get out of this soaked one.

That stuff she force-fed me last night had me pissing myself constantly. Whatever she did to mess with my muscles didn't help. I clobbered myself in the face twice before I gave up trying to remove the feeding gag.

“Good morning, Baby Brandi!” said the big woman, “Did you sleep well?”

Trisha kept calling me Brandi. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't speak with the feeding gag in the way. She opened the crib top and removed the feeding gag. I tried to exercise my jaw and unloaded on Trisha.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I said but that's all I got out.

Zoey covered her mouth, “Mommy, Brandi said a bad word!”

Trisha placed a pink pacifier back in my mouth, “Yes, Sissy did! I have to correct her.”

I didn't know what the correction was but I was about to find out. Trisha removed the mittens, the pajamas and the diaper cover. She placed me on the changing table and removed the soaked diaper. I had drenched it.

Instead of getting a clean diaper, Trisha placed me on my stomach and smacked my bottom as hard as she could with her bare hand. I thrashed my useless limbs about but Trisha kept going and telling me I would learn not to use bad words.

How many times she spanked me, I lost count of the strokes she had given me but my ass was on fire. I was turned back over and it hurt even more. She placed a pink diaper under me and the rash cream made it sting even more. She was still gentle but the stinging pain made everything worse.

The locking cover was applied over my aching rear and a pink dress was put over my head. I was helpless to fight back. The dress barely came down to my waist. She put a pair of pink ruffled panties over my diaper and a pair of really smooth-soled booties on my feet. Trisha set me down on the floor to see if I could stand up but I quickly lost my balance and Trisha had to catch me.

Trisha put me on her hip and went to Lana's room. She was already awake, eyes active and scanning, as we walked into her room. Zoey helped Trisha open the crib lid. She set me in the crib while Trisha attended to Lana. I'm sure her diaper was in about the same condition as mine.