Chapter 31

Sarah was sitting on Stacey's back. They were both on the bed, and Stacey's pants were pulled down. Sarah raised a wooden hairbrush and brought it down hard across Stacey's bare bottom several times. Then I woke up.

My nap in the crib at Stacey's was over for now. That was an odd dream I thought. But a nice one, I thought with a smile.

"Whatcha smiling about?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up and saw Sally had been watching me nap from a chair across the room. She got up and walked to the crib, a smile on her own face to match mine. "You really like that, huh?"

It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. I had awoken sucking on the pacifier she had given me last week. And the funny thing was, I DID seem to like it. She reached down and pulled it out of my mouth a little, letting me then suck it back in. "It's okay," she said with a smile. "I liked it for a LONG time, too."

She folded her hands together on the top rail of the crib then, her and I just gazing at each other for a minute. Her eyes finally left mine and crept down my body to my diaper. "Looks like you've already been changed," she said, sounding a little sad. I nodded. "Mom says we have to go learn how to take better care of you," she went on. Her eyes went back to mine. "Have I really done such a bad job?" she asked plaintively.

I spit the pacifier out. "Not at ALL!" I told her. "You're the best one!" She smiled at this.

"Guess I've got to prove that to your Mom then," she said. I started to get the idea they hadn't told her quite what the training involved. I decided not to spoil it, but felt a little sorry for her too. I sat up and gave her a hug as she let the crib side down. "Oh!! Thank you!" She hugged me back, blushing a little.

She let me out of the crib, and made me once again get down on my hands and knees and crawl to the kitchen to the highchair. "Sally, don't make him do that," Stacey said, walking into the kitchen. "We'll get in trouble."

"But babies CRAWL," Sally insisted.

"I told you," Stacey said. "We can't do things that are too embarrassing, and..."

"It's okay," I interrupted them. "She's right. Babies DO crawl."

Stacey looked surprised, then smirked a little. She left the kitchen then, stopping for only a second to lean down and whisper in my ear. "I think you like this baby thing a lot more than you would like us to think you do, Baby."

"What? What did she say?" Sally looked at me.

"Nothing. And it wasn't true anyway," I called out loud enough for Stacey to hear. She and Sarah giggled from the Living Room. Sally sighed, "Just get up here in your high chair so I can feed you your snack." I did as I was told and she tied a pink bib that said Mommy's Darling Girl on it on me. I had a feeling she bought this bib for me herself; I hadn't seen it before. She fed me a jar of Gerber's Bananas baby food, and a baby bottle of chocolate milk.

Stacey came back out in the kitchen. "Hey," she said after staring at me a second. "I remember that bib. Mom used to put it on you. It was your favorite bib. I didn't even know we still had it."

"Mmm-hmm," was Sally's only reply. Stacey stared for another minute, then shook her head and left.

Chapter 32

The time went quickly after that, and it seemed like only a few minutes til my homework was done (with Stacey and Sarah's help), and my Mom was there to pick me up. At home, my sister was waiting for us, with a very wet diaper for my Mom to change. I wondered how she had faired at cheerleading practice, but she wasn't much in a mood to discuss it. (I found out later, much later, she had faked sick and sat out practice.)

My mom asked my sister if she had messed her diaper yet. My sister said no. Apparently she was thinking she could wait long enough to go after Mom let her out of diapers. That wasn't to be, however, as my Mom took her back to the nursery and changed her diaper, putting her in one of my pink diapers, and slipping her a suppository. "You can get out of diapers after you have experienced a messy diaper," she was told.

She had actually done pretty well at school that day, most of the girls taking a liking to her "new style". I wondered if that would start a trend, and if it did, would it spread to the Middle School. That could be very interesting, I decided.

I kept my promise to Sally and told my Mom that Sally was not a bad babysitter to me at all. "Really?" Mom was impressed that Sally, being so young, could do so well. "Well, she deserves a reward then, but I still want her to have the training. She won't get the spanking Sarah and Stacey are going to get though." So she WAS planning on spanking them. I tried not to show I was a bit happy about hearing that.

My mom decided to feed us separately, putting me in the high chair first, and making my sister wait in the playpen. About halfway through my dinner, my sister messed her diaper, and it was very full since she had been waiting so long. My mom made her wait til after supper to get changed. My sister whined about that - she had hoped she would get out of diapers and not have to eat in the high chair, wear a bib, and drink from a baby bottle. "I said you can get out of diapers after you EXPERIENCE a messy diaper," my Mom clarified. "Babies can't always get a messy diaper changed immediately." I felt sorry for her, remembering my first messy diaper experience, also the result of a suppository. (See chapter 10)

That night at bedtime my sister was much happier, being back in panties and having the plastic sheet off her bed. "Now you know how your little sister (I wished she would stop calling me by girl words) feels. I'm sure you will do a much better job taking care of her." My sister looked sincere as she said she would.

"Well, I guess tomorrow you'll have your little friend Jennifer to play with," my mother said to me, as she got my diaper changed and put my nightie on me. "She agreed to come awfully fast. She may like you as much as Sarah does."

I didn't answer, but instead decided to bring up the end of the year dance at school. "Can I go to it?" I asked. "It's the Friday night before our last week..."

"If you can get a report from each of your teachers proving you have brought your grades up to a satisfactory level," she said. "And only if you are planning to take one of your babysitters to it," she added as an afterthought. I smiled - who else was I going to ask? "I think you may just make it," she commented as she looked over my homework. I certainly hoped so.

Chapter 33

The next day was as usual until lunch time. I sat with Stacey and Sarah again (further pushing Jennifer), and Stacey seemed very pleased. When I asked why, she said, "Roger Fox asked me to the Dance!"

I felt a small pang of jealousy, although I was happy for her. Roger was a very popular guy, actually in my class. Many girls were after him (often using his last name as an adjective to describe him), and he was considered a prime catch. If he had asked Stacey, I was right in my assumption that she would move up the social ladder quickly. It also made me realize...if Roger could ask a sixth grader to the dance as popular as he was, then so could I.

"He wants to know what the deal with you is," Stacey went on, looking at me. I tried not to choke. "I won't tell him the real reason," she said, "But if you think of any good excuses, don't hesitate to let me know."

"Tell him...ummm...tell him I like Sarah!" I blurted out. Oh damn. THAT was stupid, I realized the second it was out of my mouth.

This time it was Sarah who choked. Stacey was also rather surprised, her mouth dropping open. I turned a dozen shades of red, letting out a weak and embarrassed, "Ummmmm....."

Stacey recovered with a giggle. "Gee, it took him less time than I thought it would to admit it. I dunno how Sarah feels about it, Baby, but SHE doesn't look very pleased," Stacey said to me, pointing behind me. I turned around and saw Jennifer standing there. It may have been my imagination, but I swear I saw flames in her eyes.

"We need to talk! NOW!" Jennifer said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me from my chair.

"Ack!" I involuntarily uttered. All the noise from this exchange had drawn attention, and half the lunchroom was watching us and most of them were laughing.

"Better go with her, Baby," Stacey said to me quietly, obviously highly amused by Jennifer's anger. "She looks mad enough to pull your pants down and spank your diaper right here in front of everybody!"

"She's right," Jennifer threatened. I decided to go with her. We got out to the hall and Jennifer unleashed. "'Tell him I like Sarah'," she mimicked me, not very kindly. "'Tell him I like Sarah'!" What the HELL was THAT?"

"An idea?" I tried. She wasn't amused. She was pacing back and forth as she yelled, and to be quite honest she looked rather dangerous. Finally she stopped, sighed, and looked me in the eye.

"So is it true?" she asked. "DO you really like my cousin?" I nodded assent, drawing another sigh from her. "Okay. You don't know what you're missing though. Friends?" she asked.

"You want to be friends?" I asked, surprised.

"What's wrong with that?" she asked defensively.

Nothing, except two weeks ago you wouldn't give me the time of day, I thought, but decided to keep the thought to myself. "Of course we can be friends," I said, relieved that it no longer appeared she might kill me.

"Unless you hurt her," Jennifer said, motioning back to the lunchroom, obviously referring to Sarah. "Then you're messing with Family, and I'll have to kick your ass." She could probably do it too. With that warning, she turned and strolled back into the lunchroom to salvage what was left of her image. That probably would not take very long.

"Slickster!" I heard. Oh God. I didn't know if I could deal with Leroy right now. He came running up. "Slickster! What the hell did you do?" he asked in a panicked manner, watching Jennifer's retreating back.

"Leroy..." I said.

"Did you make her mad? I thought you were gonna ask her to the dance! What if she knows I'm your best friend!? What if Genelle breaks our date!?"

"LEroy..." I tried again.

"How mad is she?" he went on, oblivious to me saying his name. "Okay, I'll tell you what! You can apologize. Buy flowers. Buy candy! Buy DIAMONDS...girls like diamonds..."

"LEROY!" I said a third time.

He focused on me. "Huh?"

"Jennifer's not mad at me," I told him. "And I'm asking SARAH to the dance." I left him standing with his mouth hanging open to go back to the lunchroom and salvage what was left of my image. I didn't have much of one so it shouldn't take me very long either.

"Sarah LOCKHART?" I heard Leroy say to himself as I walked away. I smiled and called back to him.

"Of course. Who else would I ask?"

Chapter 34

As I walked back into the lunchroom I heard a few titters of laughter, but mostly everyone had moved on to a new subject by now. I went back to the table and sat down by Stacey, who still looked amused, and Sarah, who was busy staring at her plate.

Stacey looked at us for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Wow, look at the time! I gotta do - uh - something...See you later bye," and was gone in a second. Sarah finally looked up at me.

"Well, what now?" she asked me.

"Umm...now I ask you something," I said, suddenly very nervous.

She looked back down at her plate. "What's that?"

"Umm...well..." I swallowed hard. "Mom says I can go to the dance next month if I can show that my grades are improved and I pass. I'm sure they will be and...would you go to the dance with me?" The last part came out in a rush, and Sarah took so long to answer that at first I was afraid she didn't understand what I asked.

"Wow," she finally said after a minute. "I thought you'd never ask," she went on with a little smile. "I'll go with you, on one condition."

Excited, I asked what it was, knowing I would do just about anything. "Wear a diaper," Sarah said with a giggle.

"Oh! Umm...well okay. I think I have to anyway," I agreed.

"Even if you don't have to, promise me that you will," she pushed.

"Okay. I said I would already." I blushed as she smiled.

"Good." She got up as the bell rang. "See you later - have fun with my cousin tonight," she giggled, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she left. This caused several whistles, laughs, and catcalls from everyone who saw it, and a lot of claps on the back to me from the guys. For my part, I sat dazed in the chair until I realized I had to hurry so I would not be late to my next class.

On the bus ride home that afternoon, Jennifer sat with two other popular girls. It was however only one seat in front of Stacey and Sarah, who did save my usual seat for me. Stacey and Sarah chatted merrily, not paying too much attention to me, which was fine since I was lost within my own thoughts.

We all got off at our normal stops. Jennifer and I had already talked and figured out how bad it would look if she got off at my regular stop, so she rode on to her house, and was going to ride her bicycle back to my house after the talk her mother wanted to have with her before she came down.

Later, when she got to my house, I found out what her mother wanted to talk about. "I can't believe it!" she fumed, after coming into the house.

"What's the problem?" my sister asked.

"My mother is!" Jennifer said unhappily. "She said she thought it was a good idea for me to learn how to take care of babies, and she went to find out about that training program at the Mall Tykes Day Care. She's going to make me go there and go through their training this summer, even if I decide not to work there. A whole week of diapers and being treated like a big baby! Ugh!! And then a week as a toddler - I heard they make you wear pull-ups if they will fit..."

I started to giggle, then quickly stuck my bottle in my mouth and started sucking on it to cover it when she looked toward me. "I heard that," she warned. I gave her my best "innocent Bambi eyes" look and it seemed to work. It even got a smile out of her.

"Well, maybe it won't be TOO bad. At least during the third week I'll get to be the trainer and keep some other big baby in diapers. And I'll get paid."

"Always a plus," my sister agreed. "Besides, maybe being in diapers won't be so bad. He seems to like it," she gestured toward me. "Never know until you try - which you are about to do right now."

Jennifer sighed. "Okay, look," she said. "I know whatever I say here can be kept secret, right?" My sister and I both nodded. What did she think I was going to do anyway...she had just as much ammo on me to ruin my social life well into high school.

Jennifer blushed and said, "Well, remember when I told you I DO know about diapers and trying to keep it hidden?" she asked me.

"Yeah..." I remembered the day she had embarrassed me in the hall. "You wouldn't tell me how you knew though..."

"If you'll be quiet for a second I will." She took a deep breath. "Did you ever know I wore diapers in fourth grade?" My mouth dropped open and I shook my head mutely. "That's because I did a good job of hiding it. I had a bad infection that basically took away my control by the time it was done with me. It was just during the winter - you might remember I was sick for like two weeks straight. I even spent time in the hospital, and when I came back to school I ended up in diapers until about February when Mom finally got me potty trained again. Being nine and wearing diapers almost killed me emotionally - but if you'll remember it was then that I started to become popular. It made me push all the harder to be accepted, since I was trying so hard to hide the fact that I was wearing diapers. No one ever found out, and I was able to hold on to the popularity...you might not have noticed, but you've had a bit of a rise in popularity at school too."

"I figured that was mostly due to you," I finally found my voice.

She looked thoughtful. "Yeah, you're right. It WAS all due to me!" She giggled as I rolled my eyes.

"I hate to break up 'confession time'," my sister said. "But it is time to get your diaper on, Jen." She led Jennifer from the table towards the bedroom. "I'm going to let your first diapering be private, since it is so humiliating, but don't expect them all to be."

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I could hear the sounds from the bedroom as Jennifer got put into her diaper. I was hoping I would get to see it - I was sure I would get to see her get a diaper change before this was over, but I wondered what her facial expressions were for this first one.

The sounds of crinkling plastic and diaper tapes opening and being fastened were the sounds I enjoyed most as I tried to imagine it, followed by my sister giving Jennifer a few pats on the diaper once it was done. Jennifer came waddling down the hallway then in just her shirt and diaper, her jeans left back in the bedroom. The rule was the same as with me - no pants over the diaper while in the house. Her diaper made a loud crinkle as she sat down on the couch and she wrinkled her nose.

"Yuck. This is NOT fun. I don't know why you like it." She looked at me, and I just shrugged in response. "Well, now what do we do?" she asked,

"Umm...usually my homework," I said, pulling my backpack up beside me. "Not doing it is what got me in this mess in the first place."

"Right now?" Jennifer asked. "With a three day weekend ahead of us? I didn't even bring my books." She watched as I started in on it. "Then again, if I do it now, I guess I'll have the rest of the weekend free. Mind if I use your books?"

I shook my head. "You can do English or Biology while I work on Pre-Algebra if you want, or we can work out of the same book. I think the assignments are pretty much the same."

Jennifer looked at the assignments I had written down. "Yep. Same stuff. Hey, are you any good in English?"

"It's the only class I have an A in," I told her.

"I have an A in Pre-algebra, but I need help real bad in English," Jennifer said, totally oblivious to the fact that she had just proven her statement by the way she said it. And so we forged a study relationship much like I had with Stacey and Sarah, except that in this case I also was able to help Jennifer. So engrossed was I in the study that I didn't even realize I had wet my diaper until my Mom came home and checked me.

She led me from the table, telling Jennifer to follow, as this would be a good time to learn how to change the baby's diaper. I blushed as she helped me up on the changing table, then told Jennifer to go ahead and she would just watch and tell her what needed to be done.

Jennifer smiled and gave me a little tickle, making me giggle before she started. She looked in my eyes as she untaped the diaper, and had I not been able to see some of the same characteristics in her eyes as I saw in Sarah's and remembered Sarah because of that, I would have doubted whether I made the right choice right then. She pulled the front of my diaper down, and tried (unsuccessfully) not to show surprise at my shaved genital area. My mother quickly ascertained the reason for her pause, and explained how much harder it would be to take care of the diaper area were it not hairless.

"Oh! Well that makes sense," Jennifer said, with a nervous glance toward her own crotch, as though looking there would reassure her that hers was still intact under the diaper.

"Don't worry," my mother laughed. "Since you are only in diapers for one night, we won't shave yours."

"Umm - okay," Jennifer said, looking down. I didn't know before that it really was true that people could blush to the roots of their hair. My mother helped Jennifer to lift me up, showing her how to do it herself, and pull the wet diaper out from under me. I was beginning not to really enjoy being the "class guinea pig" here, especially as I reflected upon the fact that I had three more girls to go through after Jennifer.

"Sometimes if a baby's diaper is just wet you can just put them in a dry diaper, but with an older baby you should always clean them up, because the pee is more acidic," she said, getting a baby wipe out and handing it to Jennifer, who very gingerly cleaned my diaper area, then my bottom. I considered whether I should tell her when we were alone how much less shy Sarah was about that.

She was just as gentle and shy with the baby powder, but had no problem rubbing it across my bottom. She was getting good at it as she unfolded the dry diaper and slipped it under me, then pulled it up though my legs and taped it securely in front.

"Good job!" my mother said, helping me down. "How about your diaper now? Do you need changed yet?" Jennifer shook her head, but my mom checked her anyway. I looked at Jennifer's diapered bottom and thought about how cute it would look with the diaper peeking out from under her cheerleader skirt.

At dinner, Jennifer occupied the high chair, and I had to wait to eat. Jennifer fed me in the high chair after she had been fed. We also both had to eat a fair amount of baby food mixed with solid food at this meal, and of course the bib and baby bottle was an ever-present reminder of the baby status while eating. While I was fed, my mother explained to Jennifer that while she and later, Sally, were simply being trained, Sarah and Stacey would be punished as well. She wanted her to know in advance that Sarah would be spanked at her first diapering.

Jennifer was beginning to definitely look uncomfortable by now, and I knew it would not be long before she would wet her diaper - or maybe even more than wet it.

Chapter 36

It finally did happen at about 8:00 in the evening. I was watching Jennifer fidget as she sat on a baby blanket on the floor in front of the TV. Finally she sat up on her knees, and a relaxed expression came over her face. I watched as the diaper turned yellow on the middle and began to sag. She shouldn't have held it so long.

"You're gonna leak," I finally giggled.

Jennifer, who had not realized I was watching and knew what she did, blushed. "Nuh-uh," she retorted.

"Uh-huh. These diapers aren't really made for you to wait for hours keeping them dry, and then flood them all at once like that. You should let it out a little at a time."

"I can't believe this," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"You're actually telling me how to wet in a diaper." She got a bit of a pained expression on her face, and continued, "And you are right, too."

"Mom! Jennifer's diaper is leaking!" I called out, drawing a murderous look from Jennifer.

"I'm going to get you for that tomorrow."

"Tomorrow never comes." I didn't really know what that was supposed to mean, but it sounded like it fit, anyway.

"It might not for you, if you keep that kind of stuff up," she threatened. I just giggled at her. I noted that the next few minutes would be very embarrassing for her as my mother entered the room, carrying a changing pad, baby powder, wipes, and a dry diaper.

"Did I hear someone needed a diaper change?" she asked, looking at Jennifer. "Goodness," she said, taking in the sight of the drooping diaper. "Did the dam finally break?" Jennifer only nodded as my mother spread out the changing pad on the floor and motioned for Jennifer to lay on it. She crawled over and gingerly lay on her back, the diaper making a wet squish as it was compressed between her bottom and the pad.

"Good thing you didn't have anything on over that diaper," my mother commented as she grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned up the change pad around Jennifer's legs where the diaper had already begun to leak. I stayed very quiet from my vantage point in my playpen, afraid that the slightest move might suddenly remind my mother that I was there, and she would banish me from watching Jennifer get her diaper changed. After all, nobody had promised me that I would get to see that.

The tapes on the diaper were popped open and the front of the diaper folded down. I watched with wide-eyed interest as the diaper was pulled out from under her, and her legs were spread and the diaper area carefully cleaned with baby wipes. She had a cute bottom, I realized as my mother spread powder across it. Another diaper was put under her, she was let down, and once again modestly covered by a thick diaper.

"You can breathe now," my mother called my way as she cleaned up the diapering supplies. "And put your eyeballs back in your head." I sighed - of course she had known I was watching. "Do you need changed?" she asked me, and I shook my head. "You'll want to in the next few minutes if you have to go," she told me. "After I put you to bed you'll have to wait until morning for a dry diaper."

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After she left the room, Jennifer turned to me. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked with an accusory tone.

"No! Well...umm...yeah," I admitted.

Jennifer clicked her tongue at me in a "Shame on you" type gesture. "Then you must REALLY be looking forward to tomorrow. Seeing Sarah get spanked and diapered and all."

I smiled before I could stop myself, and Jennifer laughed. "I KNEW it! I should tell Sarah on you."

"I'm sure she must already know," I assured her.

"I don't know. She's pretty naïve about that sort of thing."

"Naïve? You think she's naïve??" I asked, laughing as I thought about how she changed my diapers. "Wow. She must be a pretty good actress."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jennifer asked.

I had just opened my mouth to tell her how Sarah changed my diapers, but I shut it immediately as my sister came in the room. "Okay, you two babies," she said. "It's time for bed."

"Aww! But it's only a little after 8:00," Jennifer complained.

"I know. We let you stay up late since you don't have school tomorrow," my sister laughed. Jennifer looked at me as if to clarify whether I really had to go to bed this early and I just nodded.

Suddenly her look changed from one of pouting to one of curiosity. "Hey, where am I gonna sleep?" she asked.

"Come and see," my sister said, leading her down the hallway. I scrambled over the side of my playpen and trailed along behind them. I went ahead and wet my diaper as I did this.

"Oh," was all Jennifer said when she got to the doorway of the nursery. I saw a cot had been set up. I could already tell it had a plastic sheet on the mattress.

My mother was waiting for us. "Originally I had thought that I would put you in the crib for tonight, and he would sleep on the cot, since you are a training baby," she told Jennifer. "But then I realized that you are also the babysitter, and you need to be able to get up if the real baby," she looked at me, "needs anything. So you can sleep in the cot." Jennifer looked relieved at this.

After we were told the sleeping arrangements, and also that if we were loud after we were put to bed and Mom had to come in and tell us to be quiet we would get spankings, my sister helped me up on the changing table and removed my wet diaper. Meanwhile I was watching as Jennifer had her shirt removed, and then her bra. My sister noticed I was watching something, and turned to follow my gaze to see what it was, then looked back at me shaking her head and rolling her eyes. I didn't see what the big deal was, since she was also watching me get my diaper changed.

Jennifer and I were put into matching babyish short nighties. No doubt our diapers were visible beneath the hems. Jennifer was tucked into the cot (which made a lot of noisy crinkling under her) and given a baby bottle and one of my stuffed teddy bears. She looked so cute as she hugged it to her with a childish smile. I was tucked into my crib and also given a baby bottle and my favorite teddy bear. Both of us were kissed goodnight (which made Jennifer blush and giggle), and the light was turned off, leaving us in just the glow of the nightlight.

Chapter 38

The next morning, I awoke to a strange noise. Looking over toward Jennifer, I noticed that the entire cot on which she was laying was shaking back and forth. My first impulse was to yell "Earthquake" and take cover, but then I realized that it was only her cot which was shaking.

"Jennifer...what are you doing?" I called softly. We had no clock in the room, but from the early morning light streaming through the window I surmised it to be around 6:00 AM.

"I gotta go to the bathroom!" she complained to me.

I giggled. "You're wearing a bathroom!" I said. "Just go."

"Nuh-uh!" Her eyes were wide. "Not the way I gotta go!"

I rolled my eyes. "So what are you gonna do? Lay there and fight it for the next two hours? In the end you'll end up having to use it anyway - Mom won't let you out of that diaper until you go. So you might as well use it now." It made perfect sense to me anyway.

Jennifer still didn't give up. She tried to fight it for a few minutes more. Finally she stopped fidgeting and now was completely still. From one extreme to the other. "Are you dead?" I finally asked.

"No. I don't want to move in it," she confessed. I tried to laugh quietly so she would not hear. She threw a pillow at me.

After this we quieted down, and with Jennifer trying to be as still as humanly possible, and me falling back asleep, the quiet stillness that you can only feel in the very early hours of the morning descended once again on the house.

Until my sister's alarm went off. Then there were the sounds of her getting up and rushing to get ready and catch the bus on time. We lived out in the country, so if we missed the bus we were screwed. Then Mom would have to drive us to school which could possibly make her late for work and this did not please her. Also were the sounds of my mother getting up and seeing my sister off. Then she showered and got ready for work herself. I slept on and off through all this, while Jennifer suffered in her messy diaper.

Finally Mom came in and got us up. I believe it was on purpose that she took me and put me on the changing table first, leaving Jennifer to stay in her babified condition a bit longer. She finished with me, right down to dressing me in a babyish T-shirt and of course nothing to cover my diaper, as was the rule at home. Then she finally got Jennifer and put her on the table, but before she could get her diaper changed, the doorbell rang. My mother took the belt on the table and belted Jennifer down to it, then went to the door.

I heard Sarah's voice, and a minute later she followed my mother into the nursery and saw Jennifer in her baby nightshirt and messy diaper. Whatever she was talking about was forgotten as her voice trailed off and she stared at Jennifer with her mouth slightly agape.

"Oh my GOD," Jennifer lamented. "I will never, ever live this down."

"Seeing as she is going to be in the same condition as you very soon, I think you will," my mother assured her. Sarah blushed.

"Now," my mother addressed Sarah. "You are here to be the baby, but also to learn to be a better babysitter for big babies. You are also here to be punished for your actions in previous babysitting, but that we will take care of in a minute. Right now what you can do is learn how to change a messy diaper.

Watching this diaper change (while quite disgusting at times) was both fascinating and hilarious. I thought Sarah and Jennifer would die of embarrassment before it was over.

Once that was done and Jennifer was in a clean diaper, and then dressed in a short skirt set, she was told how the day was to go. "You can get out of the diaper and go back to panties at noon," my mother told her. "If you take the diapers off before then, I am sure one of these two will not be too shy to tell me about it. Your mother packed a new pair of panties for you and you are not to get at them until noon." She showed Jennifer the bag that was ready for her.

"Your job is simply to babysit the two babies," my mother said. "You are completely in charge of them - your word is law. But having been the baby, you know now what they will need and what they are feeling. You'll feed them lunch - preferably that will be after you make the change out of diapers. The day is pretty much yours."

Then she turned to Sarah. "As for you," she said, taking Sarah by the hand, "I believe you are due some punishment."

Chapter 39

"I know." Sarah looked at the ground. "I'm very sorry. I messed up."

"It's good that you recognize that. And I realize it isn't all your fault - Stacey was the actual babysitter. But you still did the deed, and being sorry about it is not enough. There are consequences when you make a bad decision, and it is best to learn that right now while you are young than for you to not learn it and go out into the world, and find out there that sorry isn't enough. Do you understand that?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes Ma'am."

"Do you understand what I am going to do?" Sarah shook her head. "Have you ever been spanked, Sarah?" She gulped as she shook her head and tears came to her eyes. My mother explained the process. "First I will pull your pants and your panties down. Then I will pull you over my knee, and spank your bare bottom. Since you were not the actual babysitter, I will hand spank you. Tomorrow, Stacey will be paddled. Do not try to put your hand back there to cover yourself, do not try to stand up or get away, and do not try to hold back crying. Tears cleanse the soul."

And besides, it will make your spanking longer, I thought. I was smart enough not to say it out loud.

Sarah nodded her understanding. I don't think she was able to speak. Actually, I admired her courage to stick this through, as my mother sat down on the cot, pulled Sarah in front of her and undid the button fly on her jeans. I was already aroused just from seeing her in her panties, but then my mother reached up and yanked the panties down as well, revealing creamy white buttocks. Sarah's bottom was even cuter than Jennifer's. Not that I had actually seen that many others to compare them to.

Sarah was pulled over Mom's knee, and the spanking began in earnest. The creamy white buttocks did not stay that way for very long. They became pink quickly and then began to approach red. Sarah showed us that she had a very healthy set of lungs. I thought the windows might break. She also almost flew off the lap several times as she kicked her feet. Mom finally had to pin her legs with one leg while keeping her bent over the other knee.

As the last swats were delivered hard and fast, Sarah was lectured on what it means to abuse a baby, and how she was now going to have to be the baby to see how it feels. She was told that her parents had already agreed that if she ever abused the baby or her authority as the babysitter again, she would be spending at least an entire month in diapers, with a spanking every Friday of that month. She was then taken to the corner, where she still was when Mom left for work. Before she left, however, she went over and hugged Sarah, and told her how well she had done for her punishment. Then she told Jennifer to keep her in the corner for another 10 minutes.

After Mom left and while Sarah was still in the corner, Jennifer took me out to the living room, out of Sarah's earshot. "Okay," she said, "Now while we still have a chance, how about you tell me just what you meant yesterday about Sarah not being all that naïve."

I hesitated, but then I did tell her about how Sarah changed my diapers. "That little imp!" exclaimed Jennifer. "She has learned that from that bitc ... little friend of hers! Wish I was going to be babysitting HER!" She grinned evilly. Actually it made me shudder.

"I will take care of this," she said after a minute of thinking. I hoped I hadn't done anything too bad to Sarah.

Chapter 40

"Okay, little cousin, time for diapers!" Jennifer said, leading Sarah from the corner. She made Sarah lay down on the changing table, and Sarah winced as her bottom made contact with the table.

Sarah looked around the nursery while Jennifer got out a diaper and the baby powder and baby lotion. "This looks like a baby girls nursery," she commented. It was just an observation, not like the whine I said the same thing with back at the beginning.

"Right now, that's what it is," Jennifer said as she lifted Sarah by her feet and slid the diaper under her. Then she took the baby lotion, filled her hand, and reached down between Sarah's legs.

Sarah gasped, and sat partially up, only to be gently pushed back down by Jennifer. Jennifer reached down again. Sarah moaned a bit, then gasped and sat up again. "Hey! What are you doing!?" she asked angrily.

"You don't think that feels good?" Jennifer asked innocently.

"Well..." Sarah knew she couldn't lie about that, especially since the moan had already given her away. "Yeah, but..."

"It's embarrassing?" Jennifer finished for her. "Makes you feel ashamed and vulnerable maybe?" Sarah nodded. "That's probably how he feels when you do that to him," Jennifer said, motioning to me.

Sarah's expression went blank for a minute, then filled with understanding. "Ooh..." she said. She looked at me, and said earnestly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said. Actually, it really was. Although it was embarrassing and it did make me feel vulnerable and I wished she wouldn't do it in front of Stacey, it also felt really good. I hadn't asked Jennifer to get Sarah to stop. All the same, I was pleased that Jennifer wanted to defend me.

As I was reflecting on this, Jennifer had Sarah turn over on her tummy, and was gently rubbing the baby lotion into Sarah's poor bottom. Finally she went ahead and diapered her.

We went out to the living room, and opted to play a few board games. Jennifer noted how nice it felt to have her homework already done and out of the way, and how she felt like my help in English would definitely be good for her grade. We must have made a strange sight, the three of us, sitting around the living room floor playing a board game and wearing nothing but shirts and diapers.

Jennifer insisted we had to watch several shows that were on television in the mornings, since she never got to watch them since we were in school at that time usually. During this time I wet my diaper, but didn't mention it. When lunchtime came, Jennifer went into the kitchen to find something for us.

Sarah sat on the couch next to me and flexed her legs a few times. "These feel kinda good, don't they?" she commented. I nodded. "I see why you like them," Sarah went on. I thought it was interesting how opposite her thoughts were to Jennifer, who obviously hated being diapered.

Sarah was now staring at my diaper. "You wet, didn't you?" she giggled. I told her I did. "Want me to wet too?" she asked.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Okay..."

She reached out and took my hand and lay it on the crotch of her diaper, and her eyes took on a dreamy expression. I felt the diaper grow warm under my hand, then moved my hand and watched a yellow stain spread throughout the middle of the diaper and grow toward the back of it. She squirmed a bit when she finished, the grinned at me. "THAT feels good too!" she confirmed. Then she called loudly, "Jenniferrrr...your babies need their diapers changed!"