"The Nursery"

I don't know what I did wrong, But my wife was extremely angry with me. It really looked like the end of our marriage.

I went to work that day not knowing if my marriage would even last until the end of the day. She might at this very minute be at the lawyers office. I would do anything she asked of me to save our marriage.

I called her from the office several times. All she would say is we will take care of thing when you get home. But things will be different from now on. She would not explain what I had done or what she was going to do.
I was nervous and ready to do anything.

All the way home all I could do is think if my wife left me what would I do. I love her so much and she does so much for me. I could not stand thinking almost in tears.

When I arrived at the house. She met me at the door with the ultimatum. "You, either submit to my every demand without question or you will find yourself not only alone, but very much the poorer when my lawyer gets done with you".

I quickly agreed. I had never heard that tone of voice from her. The tone alone was unnerving. I was almost scared.

She said that the problem with me was that I must have not had a proper upbringing and she was going to correct the problem. If I still agreed, there would be no backing out later.

When I still agreed, she told me to call my boss and request a weeks leave. I talked top my boss and confirmed that I was up to date with my work. That I had some personal business to take care of and that I would work overtime to caught up on anything that needed it. He agreed.

After I made the call, Diana sent me to the master bedroom to await her. I was told to wait there with out any questions.

About 15 minutes later, she entered wearing a bib style rubber apron and a wicked smile. I stood up and began to question her. All I received for my effort was a slap in the face and was told, "Michelle, little girls do not talk unless they are told to, do you understand"?

"What is this changing my name and referring to me as a little girl garbage? I asked.

S-L-A-P..."I told you that once you agreed there was no backing out, now shut up" Diana yelled.

"Yes, Ma'am" I replied.

"Now, Michelle, I want you to take off all of your clothes, stand there and wait for me to call you." I did as she told me and stood naked in the middle of the master bedroom while she went into the master bath and closed the door.

I did not have long to wait before Diana, without a word, came out, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. "Now, Michelle, I want you to get into the bathtub on your hands and knees."

 

I gave her a quizzical look but when she got that stern look on her face, I quickly complied. I was not, however, prepared for what came next.

"Mommy's have the responsibility to ensure the their children are scrupulously clean, inside and out. We will start with an enema. You had best take care that you do not have an accident."

With that, she proceeded to produce a large enema bag which she filled with warm soapy water. This she hung on the shower curtain rod. Then she produced a jar of Vaseline and began coating my anus.

While doing this, she also began inserting a finger. She said, "this will make sure that the rest is easier."

Next came the enema pipe, except it was like nothing I had ever imagined. It was a rubber penile shape about 1 1/2 inches around and 5 inches long. This she also applied a liberal amount of Vaseline to and slowly tried to insert it, but I moved and she missed.

"I'm not going to tell you again to behave" she scolded and quickly inserted the nozzle. It felt too big and hurt, but she let me rest and become accustomed to it's size. Then she released the flow and for what seemed like an eternity, the warm liquid flowed into me.

After a while, I began to cramp up and started moaning. Diana stopped the flow waited a moment or two and then began it again. It seemed liked an eternity before she was through.

Then she said, "Michelle, I'm going to remove the nozzle now, but you had best hold the liquid until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am", I replied and was shocked to receive a slap on my backside. "From now on, and until I tell you different, you will call me mommy, is that understood?"

"Yes, mommy" I replied. "Mommy, I gotta go". I said but she didn't let say.

:You had better not make a mess". I was then helped out of the tub (I needed the help because of the cramps). When I stood up, however, Diana just laughed.

"Look at you, you must really enjoyed this judging by the size of that erection you have!"

I looked down and could hardly believe it myself. But by this time, the urge to evacuate was so strong that I said,"Mommy, please, I gotta go."

Diana said,"OK, but this is the last time you will be allowed to use the toilet without my permission.

While I relieved myself, Diana began to run bath water, After I finished, she instructed me to get into the tub and sit down. After I sat down, I started to wash myself and immediately got my hands slapped.

"Little children do not give themselves a bath", Diana said.

With that, she proceeded to wash my hair, my face, back and chest. Just as I was beginning to relax and enjoy it, she produced a razor.

"Babies, especially girl babies, do not have all this hair all over their bodies" she said and proceeded to shave off the hair on my chest, my arms and my underarms.

Then she had me stand up and she proceeded to shave rest of me starting with my legs.

When she got to my crotch she said "You better stand real still or you might get hurt." After she was done she had me step out of the and she proceeded to dry me off. The feeling of being so soothe was new and exciting to me and I quickly got hard again but Diana just ignored my plight.

After I was dried off. Diana led me down the hall the the door to one of three spare bedrooms. She had me kneel outside while she went inside to make special arrangements. When she returned, she insisted that I crawl into the room.

As I did so, I got a look at the new furnishings. The room had been set up with adult size baby furniture.

"It took most of the day for me to get everything for the nursery". Diana said. "I have put a lot of effort into this and therefore, there are a number of rules that go along with it.

You are not allowed to walk, only crawl.

You are not allowed to talk.

You can only make those limited sounds associated with a baby.

You can laugh,coo or even cry if you feel the need, but NO talking.

You will not be allowed out of this room until I decide to let you out and at those times you will be instructed on where to go and how to act

There is one other rule, but you will be told about that shortly.

First, mommy wants to get you dressed so you don't catch a cold."

With that, she spread a baby print blanket on the floor and indicated that I move onto it. When I did so, she went to the dresser and got baby power, baby oil and some clothing. She rolled me onto my stomach and commenced to oil my back, buttocks and legs.

Then she rolled me over and did the same to my entire front, paying extra attention to my groin.

As she massaged the oil in, I became extremely excited but she quit short of my climax. Then she took the baby power and liberally sprinkled me with it both front and back rubbing it in good.

Again she paid extra attention to my groin but still short of climax. When she was through, she said."Michelle, babies do not enjoy sexual pleasure except for the member pleasure associated with nourishment intake and elimination of body waste. So until told otherwise, you are NOT to have an orgasm. If you do, mommy will have to spank you. She will, however, make sure that those pleasures allowed her baby are taken care of.

You will be fed strained baby food as befits your place and allowed to go to the bathroom anytime you wish."

With that, she produced from the pile of clothes, a large diaper which she promptly folded and tucked under me, pulling the soft material up and pinning it in place. She then produced a pair of pink rubber panties and slipped them on me.

The tactile sensations coursing through my body were so pleasant that it was almost unbearable. I was completely shaved, powdered and now the soft flannel being pressed against me with the rubber pants was so erotic that I completely forgot my shame of being dress up as a baby girl.

Diana then produce a soft cotton sleep shirt and a pair of knitted booties and put them on me.

With this completed, she left me in the nursery and when she returned a short time later, she had a large baby bottle filled with warm milk.

Diana then sat on the floor with her back against the wall and while cradling my head, fed me the milk from from the bottle. When I was through, she put me back on the blanket and went back to the dresser and got another blanket which she put in the large playpen filled with baby toys and had me crawl through the gate which she latched and left the room. It didn't take very long before I needed Togo to the bathroom.

I waited as patiently as possible under the circumstances. But after awhile, it became all too apparent that she wasn't comings back for some time yet and I had no option but to wet myself. The feeling of helplessness, the tactile sensations bombarding my brain, coupled with the warm, wet feeling produced by wetting caused me to become so turned on that I began to rub myself through my diaper and finally exploded into climax.

I couldn't remember ever having such a powerful climax and was ashamed that it was all due to my newly acquired state of being turned into this state of mind. And if my shame wasn't bad enough, she must have been watching, 'cause she stormed into the nursery just as I finished.

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "You had best not been doing what I think you were doing or you are going to get a spanking!" With this, she leaned into the playpen, pulled up my nightshirt and put her hand between the rubber pants and my diaper.

"You are wet, so mommy will change you. But there better not be anything but pee."

She pulled down my rubber pants and unfastened the diaper. When she took that off, there was obviously come along with the pee. Diana grabbed me by ear and drug me out of the playpen, back to the other blanket still on the floor. She again sat leaning against the wall and pulled me across her lap and proceeded to give me a long hard spanking.

It stung especially bad because my backside was still damp, When she was through, she began to coo and cuddle me and say that if I had only been good. I wouldn't have gotten the spanking.

Diana then rolled me onto my back and began the slow, erotic process of re-diapering me. Back to the playpen and this time, she said she would be keeping a close eye on me. I was exhausted and fell asleep.

The next morning, mommy came into the nursery, checked my diaper and finding it still dry, stated that I would be getting no breakfast until I was ready to be changed and washed up.

As badly as I needed Togo, it didn't take long before I was again wet so the next time she came in, she took off my sleep shirt, rubber pants and diaper. Then she had me crawl naked into the bathroom saying that although I needed to be trained, she saw reason why she should be stuck with messy diapers as well. That morning I got my second enema with the strange dildo like enema pipe, was again bathed and reshaved. Then crawl back to the nursery for dressing.

After being re-diapered and put into warm cloths, mommy said that she had a very special treat for me if I could be good for a couple more hours.

Considering everything that had transpired last night. I was not too excited at the idea of anything new happening. I had just gotten accustomed to the idea of being treated like a baby and did not really relish any new twists to this plot.

For breakfast I had cream of wheat well diluted with milk through a bottle with a large size hole pierced in the nipple. After that, I was given another bottle of warm milk and then left to play with my toys in the crib. After my mid morning change into a day diaper, mommy put me in ruffled plastic panties and a dress. She just kept going on about what a cute little girl I was. She then produced a pacifier and put it into my mouth, stating that I was not to remove it. Just about that time, the doorbell rang. Diana to quite and nobody would know that I was at home. So I stayed in the nursery and mommy went to the door. I could hear talking in the kitchen but couldn't make out who was there. I heard the front door slam and relaxed because whoever it was had left. A few moments later, the door to the nursery opened and there stood mommy and our neighbor, Jackie. They came in and Jackie immediately began to fuss over me and how cute I was.

"Diana" she said, "your baby must be hungry or thirsty, judging by the way she is sucking on that pacifier."

"Well, it is getting time for her noon feeding, so I might as well get a bottle ready and warm up some baby food."

"I'll go with you" Jackie said as they left me alone in the nursery to contemplate this new twist of events. When they came back, Jackie offered to take care of my feeding while mommy was out running errands. I can't say that I was overly enthusiastic about this 'cause I didn't know exactly what Jackie's reaction to this situation would be.

As she left, mommy told me to obey Jackie or I would get a spanking like I did the last time I was naughty.

"Well now, Michelle" Jackie began. "Lets make sure that you are nice and dry before we start." With that she picked up the hem of my short skirt and put her hand between the rubber pants and diaper. It would by my luck to be wet. Now, a virtual stranger (in an intimate sense anyway) would be changing my wet diaper. The changing went without incident except when Jackie began to rub the baby power into my groin and I got hard. She was thoughtful enough to not say anything though. After I was changed, Jackie fed me my baby food and just as I was prepared to further humiliate myself by sucking on a bottle, she sat like mommy does with her back leaned against the wall and had me lay on my back with my head on her lap. She then unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bar from the front and fed me one of her luscious nipples which I greedily sucked upon. To my surprise, I was really nursing from her because she had an ample supply of milk. It had a peculiar taste but it wasn't bad and soon, I was very hard inside the confines of my diaper and rubber panties. Jackie noticed my problem and began to rub my erection. I squirmed and squirmed to,, at first try to get away, but later 'cause it felt so good and her mother's milk tasted so good and I was really turned on. By the time I had nursed on both her breast, I had climaxed and felt so good and relaxed that I fell asleep. I don't know when Jackie left, but some time later mommy came into the nursery to change me. She obviously saw the cum on my diaper but didn't say anything. "Well, Michelle, did you like mommy's surprise? If you behave, Jackie has said that she will come over everyday to help feed you. Now you just be a good baby and in the morning, we will make a few more changes that you might find interesting." With that she left the nursery. "What else could she be thinking of doing?". I thought to myself. But worrying was of little or no use, so I contented myself with playing with my toys until time for bed. But the truth of the mater is that I was getting quite board with the way things were going so far. Yes, I was in a constant state of excitement, but had very little else to do. Maybe I should be grateful that things were going to change tomorrow.

The next morning, mommy came in and checked me. This time, however, I was ahead of her and had already soaked my diaper. I knew that she would get me up sooner if I had. I though it would please her that I learned so fast, but she was angry. "Michelle, you naughty little girl. Wetting yourself like that. Come with me" she said and led me to the bathroom. Once there, she had me lay on the bathroom rug and took off my wet diaper. Then, she had me get on my hands and knees and she gave a real hard spanking. "Little girls do NOT wet themselves, Michelle! When they do, they get a spanking. Do you understand?" I just knelt there and didn't say a word. "I said, do you understand me?" She demanded. "Yes, mommy", I replied. "Good. Now, we are going to give you your bath and clean you up. Then we can begin the next phase of your training." With that, she ran the bath water and had me get in. I was a little taken aback that the usual enema was not administered but didn't say anything. I was not going to admit that I enjoyed such treatment. After my bath which now included creme depilatories instead of a razor, I was allowed to use the toilet.

Then mommy had me walk to the second guest room. The door was again closed and I was told to wait outside while she finished preparations inside. A few minutes later, mommy came out and taking by the hand, led me into the room. This room had been made up into what can only be described as a toddlers room. The youth bed even had a canopy over it. After allowing a few moments for this to soak in, mommy said,"Michelle, you behave fairly well the last couple of days; so now my little girl is going to be allowed to do more things like walk, talk and feed herself." A puzzle look must have come over my face because she immediately inserted, "don't worry little, mommy will continue to keep a close eye on you." "You are even allowed to leave your room, and can go anywhere in the house, except MY bedroom. You are allowed to talk, but you must do so as a toddler would, and without that masculine voice of yours, do you understand?" "Yes, mommy," I replied "Good, let's get mommy's little girl dressed for the day." With that, she got out a pair of pink with blue teddy bear panties and had me put them on. Then came a full slip and pink dress with a large ribbon tie in back. She added a short wig, using small barrettes to hold it in place. Next came knee high white socks and black patent leather shoes. "There," she said, "you look adorable." "Let's go to the kitchen for some breakfast."

When we got to the kitchen, I was in store for another surprise. There next to the table was a high chair. Mommy had me climb up into it and then she took the tray and locking it in place, and said "This is where you will eat. You are not old enough to use big people utensils, so I will cut your food into small pieces and you will use your fingers. First, we have to put your bib on." Breakfast was an experience. There was no way to eat scrambled eggs without making a mess. Mommy scolded me the whole time she washed me up. Then she let me down to go play. By this time, I needed to use the bathroom and headed right for it. It was locked. "Mommy, I yelled, I gotta go pee." Mommy came and unlocked the bathroom and watched as I lifted my dress, pulled my panties part way down and started to pee. She grabbed me, pulled my panties to my ankles and forcefully set me on the toilet. When I was through, I started to pull up my panties when she stopped me. "You just leave them where they are and follow me. I tried to keep up with her to the bedroom with my panties around my ankles. When we got there, mommy sat down on the bed and said, "Come here, Michelle, and lay across mommy's lap!" I just hung my head and did as told. She had gotten a hairbrush off the dresser saying, "Little girls who can't behave get spanked with a hairbrush. Do you understand what you did wrong, Michelle" she asked, "No mommy, I don't I replied. "LITTLE spank GIRLS spank DO spank NOT spank STAND spank UP spank TO spank PEE spank, IS spank THAT spank UNDERSTOOD spank" she asked. "Y-y-y-yes, mommy, "I answered between tears. "Good" she said. "Now get your dollies and go outside and play for awhile." "But mommy, I'm scared to go outside" I answered between sniffles. "O.K. then, you can go out in the back yard where no one will see you." When I had gotten outside, the first thing I noticed was all the diapers, rubber pants, sleepers, etc. that were hanging on the cloths-line. What if someone had seen them, or saw me. I was in a panic and tried the door. It was locked and mommy wouldn't answer my knock. About that same time I heard the trash truck in the alleyway. I pounded on the door to no avail. I started crying searched the backyard for a place to hide. The best I could do was try to make my 6 ft. Frame as tiny as possible next to the house until they left. Finally, mommy called me in for lunch. Again I was placed in the highchair, the tray locked in place and my bib put on. I had macaroni and cheese, again without the use of eating utensils. What a mess. Just as I was finishing up, the doorbell rang. I panicked. Here I was, locked in a highchair wearing a frilly dress, panties, bib ect. With macaroni and cheese all over me and we had a visitor. But I was lucky this time. It was only Jackie. At the same time I was breathing a sigh of relief, my breath was quickening with the memory of yesterday.

"Jackie is going to baby-sit you while I run and get some new 'toys' for you. Jackie, it is about time for Michelle to be down for her nap. Could you take care of that for me, please?" mommy asked. When Jackie agreed, mommy went and got her purse and told Jackie, "Michelle is trying to be a big girl now, Jackie but she still has trouble getting to sleep without her bottle, and of course, a diaper is a must. We don't want to take any chances on an accident." As she started to leave, mommy said, Michelle, I don't think I need to tell you to behave and do exactly what Hackie says, do I?" "No mommy," I answered. I"ll behave". "Good." She continued, "Jackie, there is a hairbrush on the dresser in Michelle's room if you find a need for i." "Oh, don't worry, Diana, Michelle and I have a very good understanding of each other, don't we Michelle?" All I could do was blush and hang my head as mommy walked out the door.

After mommy left, Jackie got a washcloth and started to clean me up. When she had finished, she took me by the hand and led me to the "toddler room". When we got there, she said "Let's take off your pretty cloths and put them up. Then we can get you ready for your nap." With that, she undid my shoes and took off my socks. Here she made a special point of commenting on my panties which were in plain view. She removed my dress and slip and had me turn around so she could see me in just my panties. "When you are older, I think you will like the fell of silk or satin panties better.", She said. "But for now, you must get ready for your nap. So lay down on your bed and I"ll be right back." I did as she told me and she returned shortly with fresh diapers, rubber pants and a pacifier. She noticed the immediate reaction to the pacifier but didn't say a word. Instead, she inserted it in my mouth with some force. Then she slipped off my panties, liberally sprinkled me with powder, had me raise my backside and slid the diaper underneath. To this point, I was only semi-hard, but the feeling of the powder and soft diaper between my legs had me immediately like a rock. After she put on the rubber pants, she instructed me to move over and make room for her, which I gladly did. Before she climbed onto the bed, she removed her blouse and bra. After she lay down, she removed the pacifier from my mouth and, pulling my head toward her, fed me one of her breasts.
I sucked greedily. "Ouch" she exclaimed, "not so rough" At the same time, she swatted me real hard on the backside, but with all the padding of the diaper, I barely felt it. Again, Jackie stroked me through me diaper while I nursed from her breast until I "wet myself". And, I fell asleep while nursing.

I awoke awhile later, and to my surprise, had wet myself during my sleep. I was terrified of the spanking I was going to get, but when the door opened, Jackie stepped into the rood and not mommy. She quickly removed the rubber pants and wet diaper and promised she would keep this our secret. She took a warm washcloth and washed me up and then had put on a fresh diaper. "Jackie", I asked, "why are you putting a diaper on me?" I can be a good girl." Jackie replied, "Your mommy wants you to come downstairs in a diaper. She said something about going to Nancy"s tonight and that you were going to wear a diaper to her house." Oh, no, I thought. Surely I wasn't going to be subjected to yet another neighbor finding out about my being forced into diapers. I didn't get much chance to contemplate this latest turn of events when mommy called for Jackie and I to come to the living room. Upon entering the living room, I was a little confused to see mommy carrying my good suit pants, white shirt and tie. She had me lay down on the rug and, going to the boxes she had brought into the house, got out a pair of rubber panties. "Michelle," she said this will make your diaper fit close to your body and nobody will be able to tell you are being required to wear diapers when we leave the house." With that, she slipped the rubber pants on and then had me put on my street cloths. Will you are out in the car you will still need to be feed. Here this is just like me. She gave me a strange bottle. This was strange but felt good.

Then she took me to the full length mirror in the hall and she was right, you couldn't tell I was wearing a diaper. She then took me by the hand and Jackie took me by the other hand and led me out to the car. We drove to Nancy's house so that, as mommy put it, I wouldn't give myself away by the waddle that diapers cause.

When we got to Nancy's everything went fine. We were just adults over for an evening of drinks and dinner. Nancy had been a friend of the family for years, long before I had used my influence to get her a job in the steno pool that supported my office. It never caused a problem though, because we were very careful not to let our private lives overflow onto the job. We were cordial on the job but never showed any untoward familiarity which might cause problems for either her or me.

The evening was uneventful until it came time for me to use the bathroom. I excused myself and headed that way, but realized that I could not undo the diaper pins without mommy finding out. I managed to catch her eye and when she finally came over near me, I explained my problem to her. She only laughed. "Why, Michelle", she said, "I'm surprised at you. Why do you think I made you wear a diaper over here?" I expect you to wet yourself, "cause I will not remove your diaper so you can go to the bathroom like an adult, which you quite obviously are not. Don't worry, little girl," she continued, your rubber panties will keep you from leaking." Well, I was not about to be humiliated by wetting myself, even if the rubber pants would keep the diaper from leaking. So I held it. And held it. Finally, I caught Jackie coming from the bathroom and ask her for her help. She only smiled and said, I"m sorry, baby, but you have to ask your mommy for that kind of help." "I already did, Jackie and she said no," I replied. "Well," Jackie said, "I guess you have no choice but to wet yourself". I knew I could not hold out much longer, so I headed for one of the stools at the back corner of the breakfast bar and tried to act innocent as I talked small talk with Nancy and started to wet myself. I really had to go bad and just kept going and going. "What is that noise?", Nancy said. "It sounds like water splashing." "My God, Michael, are you wetting your pants?" "Of course not, Nancy", I replied but now became aware of the feeling of warm liquid running down my leg. I looked down, and there, under the stool, a large puddle was forming. Nancy noticed it also. "Diana", she yelled, "Michael is wetting his pants and it is running all over my floor!" I was beyond the point of being able to stop myself and just keep peeing. Diana came over, grabbed me by the arm, and led me out of the house. She unceremoniously put me into the car and drove me home. When we got into the house, I began yelling at her about the way she had humiliated me in front of one of the company secretaries. She left me, soaking wet, in the living room and came out with an already packed suitcase. "I told you before that there was no backing out and I meant it." "However," she continued, "here is your last chance to call off the whole thing, including our marriage."

"No mommy", I said. "I'll be good and do whatever you want, I promise."

"Fine", she said, "Now I want you to go to your room and stand in a corner until I call for you." I did as she said and stood in a corner for what seemed like an eternity. And with wet pants, I was beginning to catch a chill.

I was put in a bondage diaper they called it. I could not get it off. I sat there cold waiting.

Mommy finally called me into the living room. When I entered, the first person I saw was Jackie. Then mommy, and finally, Nancy. All I could do was hang my head in shame. "Michael", she said, I want you to apologize to Nancy for getting her floor wet." "Nancy", I said, I'm truly sorry for making such a mess at your house." She didn't say a word. Mommy said, "Nancy", I feel that we owe you a word of explanation. Michael, whom I refer to as Michelle, is being punished for behaving like a grown up spoiled brat. If she wants to act like a brat, she will be treated as such. I started her training earlier this week and, with Jackie's help, I'm disciplining her with little girl dresses and changing her. Tonight, when I dressed Michelle, I made her wear a diaper and pair of rubber panties under her street cloths. I was sure that she would feel completely at ease wetting herself knowing that she wouldn't leak pee all over. However, she had to be obstinate and try to hold off all night and when she finally gave in, she peed all over your floor. What she didn't know was that the rubber panties had a large slit in the crotch and would have leaked on her cloths, For being so stubborn, Michelle, you are going to get a spanking from Nancy, who will also change your diaper." With that she left the room and returned shortly with a bundle of diapers, rubber pants, baby oil, powder and of course, the brush. The shame was almost unbearable as Nancy proceeded to strip off my cloths, then rolled me over, spanked me with her hand and began cooing to me while she oiled, powdered and diapered me. Then she put me in a one piece zip up sleeper and had me lay on my stomach to watch the rest of the evening unfold. All I could think of was, what will happen when this gets known at the office? How long until the rest of the secretaries find out? Will they also want to infantilize me at work? The idea was both repulsive and erotic at the same time. But I was not to be left to my thoughts for long.

"Diana," Nancy said, "I find this a bit much all in one evening. I do, however find the idea somewhat exciting. Do you intend to extend this punishment past this week beyond when she is to return to work?", she asked.

"Well, Nancy, I really hadn't thought that far ahead, but now that you mention it, it seems like a good idea." "The only problem is, how do I continue with her training while she is at work?"

"Leave that to me", Nancy said. "Unless I miss my guess, a couple of the other girls from the steno pool will be more than happy to ensure that Michelle is well taken care of." "Of course, this will require that she not play racquetball at lunch time anymore."

Mommy said, "Exactly what do you have in mind, Nancy?" "I like the idea to a point, but don't want her to lose her job over it."

"Don't worry, Diana", Nancy continued, "I have the perfect solution. "Send Michelle to work in a diaper with rubber panties.

That way, she will have no option but to wet herself sometime during the morning, especially as much as she loves her coffee. When she does, either myself or one of the girls can clean her up. Then in the afternoon, we put her into a nice pair of panties and hose and she can spent the rest of the day dressed like that under her suit. Then when she gets home, you can have her change into a house dress and do the laundry, especially the dirty diaper bag, I mean briefcase."

When I get home now I am newly diaper pantied and dressed just like this in pretty soft petticoats everyday.

 

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