CAUGHT 2-A FANFIC SEQUEL

	I was thoroughly confused. Who could get those pictures? To my 
knowledge, no one knew about my love for diapers, at least not to my 
knowledge. What did the person want? To humiliate me? Perhaps revenge, 
or money? I decided to ignore the note. I went to play on the computer, 
and a lengthy instant message popped up with no origin.

Dear Trent,
	I will not go away. I have pictures, and your recent e-mail 
addressed to Deeker. If you had mailed it I would've had his reply. 
You've fallen victim to a scam, a scam that could exploit your interest 
in diapers to your family, friends, and school. But I can go away, for 
a small price. I want money, Trent, and I don't care about your 
feelings, there are instructions in your mailbox.

Love, Ricky

	I wanted to scream, shout call the cops. Someone must've hacked 
my e-mail. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to the mailbox. There 
was a letter in a lavender envelope. It was typed, neatly, double-
spaced.

Dear Trent,

	I need money. I know you know your dad's credit card number, and 
I need it. Go to www.Trentdiapered.com. It is a temporary site. Log 
onto it, make the 500 dollar payment for the mystery product, and I 
will forget about all of this.

Love, Ricky

	It was true. He knew his dad's credit card number. He followed 
the instructions and made the "mystery product payment". A few minutes 
after a message popped up and read "Thanks for ordering the mystery 
product, now I will forgo any plans to exploit your diaper pictures, 
Love, Ricky." What would his dad say about the credit card payment. 
They were rich, but not rich enough to ignore a 500-dollar mysterious 
charge.

***

	Trent's dad's cell phone rang.
	"We did it. He paid us. I'll make sure the creditors know it was 
us." The voice on the other end said. It was a private investigator 
Trent's Dad had hired, just to teach Trent a lesson. He found out about 
his son's interest and decided to engineer a plot to rid him of his 
desires.

	***

	I answered the door shaking. "Sign here." The FEDEX man said in a 
bland voice. It was a brown box wit the postal label on one side and on 
the other it said "Mystery Order" in block print. I opened it, and to 
my surprise a package of Pampers 6 was inside. I opened it and tried 
one on, it fit perfectly. I was so absorbed in it I didn't notice my 
dad's car pull in.
	Luckily he was nice and said the whole thing was just a sort of 
test. But he said I needed to be punished for not telling him. He said 
the whole thing was just by him and none else knew. He said I could 
enjoy the Pampers and he wouldn't tell anyone else. I was then taken 
over his knee and he untaped the diaper and he gave me a bare-bottom 
spanking. To this day he has kept my secret, and even admitted he likes 
diapers, too.