Saturday is Diaper Day
by Jennifer Mueller

	It was a Saturday, just like many when I was 12 years old. Dad 
and mom were working at the hardware store we owned. Saturdays were 
always the busiest days. So, my 16-year-old sister Jenny was left to 
watch me and my kid sister, Barbara who was 8.
	Jenny wasn't really bad as sisters come and babysitters went. She 
got bossy at times and always wanted to have things her way, but she 
usually let my sister and me do what we wanted. If I had any gripes 
against Jenny, it was that she always sided with Barbara whenever we 
had a disagreement. "Us girls have to stick together," she would often 
say.
	As a child I was envious of Jenny and all the power she had. Mom 
and dad let her have her way with Barbara and me. Now that I am older, 
I feel sorry for her. Mom and dad were so busy with the store that 
Jenny practically ran the household. My parents provided the financial 
support, but Jenny did the shopping, did the cooking, did most of the 
housekeeping, and got us younger kids fed and out the door to school in 
the morning. She had been doing this ever since my sister started 
school.
	On "the" day (there are pivotal days in peoples' lives and one 
does not forget them), I was playing on the swing set. Well, not 
exactly the swings themselves, but I was climbing up and down the frame 
and hanging upside down from the cross bars. Barbara, being somewhat of 
a tomboy at this age also joined me. Being a typical pre-teen bratty 
boy, I was trying to gross her out by farting whenever she got near me.
	Jenny called me on it a couple of times, "Danny, you're being 
rude. Do try to act your age. Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
	"No," I shot back even though I was feeling a little cramped in 
the bowels. However, I was not going to give up playing on the swing 
set. I was having too much fun. That was my undoing. I had swung my 
legs over a cross bar while hanging from the top bar. I lost my grip 
and tried to do a sit up with my knees still wrapped around the cross 
bar. I let go a fart ... worse than a fart ... it was a wet fart ... an 
exceptionally wet fart. I have a fondness for fruit and ate nearly half 
a bowl at lunch. At age 12, I had no idea of its laxative effect.
	It was loud, and it was odiferous, and even Jenny who was at 
least 15 yards away could hear and smell it. "That's it Danny," she 
shouted, "In the house. You're through playing for the day!"
	As I passed her she grabbed my arm and spun me around. "What's 
this?" she asked and without waiting for an answer, announced, "You 
dirtied your pants!"
	She became really angry at that point, "After I asked you if you 
had to go to the bathroom! Obviously you can't control yourself. 
Barbara, you and your brother get inside and stay there until I get 
back." She ran inside, got her purse and car keys and drove off. I was 
so scared, I just sat down in the kitchen. I was afraid to change 
myself and it felt funny sitting in an underwear full of poop.
	Jenny returned not too much later with several large brown paper 
bags from the store. She climbed the stairs and barked at me, "Come 
with me." Barbara, who was always interested in my getting in trouble, 
flocked to the bathroom like a moth to a porch light. She arrived just 
in time to hear her older sister's next order, "Get those pants off!"
	I couldn't believe my ears. She had to repeat the order. "Get 
those pants off. I'll have to wash those pants and your underwear and 
you, too. And to make sure this doesn't happen again, I'm putting you 
in these," she said, emphasizing the point by slamming down the package 
of disposable diapers on the vanity.
	She gave me such a glaring look that I did not even consider 
resisting her order. I was only vaguely aware that my younger sister 
was present as I shed both shorts and underwear.
	"Get down here," my older sister growled as she spread a towel 
over the carpet on the bathroom floor. Soon I found myself on my back 
legs held up by my older sister, having my butt and legs wiped clean 
with disposable towels. The alcohol on the towels felt cool against my 
skin and intensified my feeling of nakedness.
	"Now, get in that tub," she growled. "Barbara, you watch your 
brother to make sure he doesn't get in trouble. Make sure he washes 
everywhere. I'm going to take these dirty clothes down to wash."
	It was then that I was really aware of the presence of my younger 
sister. I would have been embarrassed enough just to have her see me 
naked. I hadn't been naked in front of her since I started going to 
school. But to be naked in front of her under this set of conditions 
was simply mortifying. I sat in the tub with my hands covering my 
penis.
	Barbara was all eyes and said, "Jenny said to wash up."
	"I'll do it," I said without moving a muscle.
	"If you don't, then I'll have to give you a bath," my sister 
responded.
	"You can't do that," I replied.
	"Yes, I can. Jenny said I can."
	"No, she did not."
	"Did too!"
	"Did not!"
	We were bickering like this when Jenny returned. "What's going on 
here."
	Barbara was almost in tears as she pleaded her case with my older 
sister, "Danny won't let me bathe him."
	Jenny turned to me angrily and said, "Look, I have enough 
problems taking care of you. If you are not going to wash up by 
yourself, then Barbara will help me wash you. I don't have time for 
this. Barbara, get me the wash cloth!"
	Jenny began by scrubbing me all over my upper body. She made me 
raise my arms and washed under them. I was ticklish and squirmed as she 
washed. "Stop it, and hold still," she scowled, "or do you want me to 
give you a spanking?" I did the best not to squirm.
	"Stand up," my elder sister ordered.
	"What?"
	"I said, 'Stand up,' I need to wash the rest of you."
	I got up and faced the wall as Jenny scrubbed my back and legs. 
She made it a point to spend a little extra time in the crack of my 
rear end. Turning to Barbara, she said, "We got to make sure this is 
clean." She was giving my kid sister instructions on how to wash me!
	"Now, turn around," she barked. I did so with hands over my 
crotch. "Hans on head!" she ordered.
	Jenny washed my chest and legs. She then paid attention to my 
penis and balls, taking great care to get it all clean. She continued 
her instruction. "Be careful with these things," she said, jiggling my 
balls gently, "They are the most sensitive part of a boy. You can 
really hurt him a lot if you are rough with them. I doubt that there is 
much you can do washing them that will hurt too much." Here she gave me 
a squeeze just hard enough to make me grunt.
	"Now as for the penis itself. Make sure you push back the skin 
like this and expose the shaft. Dirt can get in there and cause 
problems." I guess she must have watched mom bathe me as an infant, and 
probably asked her what she was doing.
	Jenny's handling of my organ gave me an erection. Barbara was 
quick to notice this. "Look, it's sticking out all on its own!" she 
squealed. "It's called an erection," her big sister responded, then she 
lowered her voice and whispered as if there were anyone else around who 
might hear, "but big girls call it a hard-on."
	Jenny pulled the plug and let the water drain. "Watch him," she 
told her sister, "I'm going to get some towels."
	I went to put my hands over my crotch again. Barbara ordered me, 
"Hands on head!"
	"No," I said.
	"Jen-ney!" Barbara complained.
	"Listen to your sister," came the voice from the hall.
	Jenny returned with some big, fluffy beach towels and laid them 
on the floor. "Get out and lay down," she ordered.
	I laid on my back and Jenny patted me dry all over. "Barbara, 
give me a hand. Hold his legs up and open so I can dry his butt." My 
younger sister giggled as she did her part. "Keep holding him like 
that," Jenny ordered.
	Jenny finished off her cleansing by applying some ointment around 
my butt and then in front. By the time she reached my penis, I was 
sporting a full erection. Barbara who probably had the best view of my 
ridiculous position was giggling continuously. This only made my penis 
even harder, and I wanted to crawl into a hole.
	Jenny lifted up my legs and slid a diaper under me. "Let him go," 
she said. Jenny unceremoniously let my butt drop and then fastened the 
diaper tightly around me using the tabs. Barbara was of no consolation 
to me as she looked at me with a self-satisfied smirk that almost said, 
"who's the family baby now?"
	Jenny made me get up and gave me a swat on my rear end. It felt 
and sounded really funny and the thick material of the diaper muffled 
both the sound and the swat.
	I was too stunned to do anything else but retreat to my room and 
play with some of my toys. I was so afraid to take off the diaper that 
I didn't even go to the bathroom. I tried to hold it as best I could. 
Eventually it got too much for me, so I went downstairs and told Jenny, 
"I have to go."
	I don't know why I did this. I was perfectly capable of taking 
off the diaper and going to the bathroom and then putting on clothes. 
However, something told me that I needed permission from my older 
sister to do this.
	"I'm busy. Use the diaper," she responded as she returned to 
reading her magazine.
	"But I'll get messy," I complained.
	"So then we'll change you."
	Nonetheless, I tried to hold out even longer. Eventually it got 
to be too much and I started to pee and I thought I would never stop. I 
could feel the warm liquid as it filled the diaper and spread at first 
across the front of my crotch, but then around and to the back, too. I 
could feel it pooling up in the bottom.
	I went to my sister, "Jenny, I wet my diaper," I confessed.
	She got "mock angry" - that's what I call it when she has to act 
serious but really isn't mad - I can tell. "You naughty boy!" she 
yelled. The noise was enough to attract Barbara to the scene like a 
hound on a scent. "Now I'm going to have to diaper you all over again. 
While I'm at it you might as well get a spanking."
	I hated it when Jenny gave me spankings. She didn't hit as hard 
as dad or even as hard as mom, but there was another element to it. She 
wasn't my parent; she was only my sister. It was true that she was my 
older sister, but she was still only my sister which meant also she was 
a girl. There was something about girls spanking boys that just didn't 
seem right to me. Mom is an adult a woman, so she can spank me, she's 
not a girl.
	Also, all of Jenny's spankings came when I had my clothes on. 
This time it was going to happen after the diaper came off. I was sure 
of that!
	We went back up to the bathroom. This time there was to be no 
bath, I just had to be wiped clean. "Come here, Barbara, do you want to 
learn how to do this?"
	"Oh no!" I thought. "She's not going to let Barbara change me. 
Barbara's just a girl. She's younger than me." I began to cry.
	"Oh look, the baby is crying," Barbara said, falling into her 
part automatically.
	"Maybe he'll feel better with a dry diaper," Jenny said.
	Jenny guided Barbara in techniques of cleaning me up. "This is 
something you'll have to learn if you are going to do any babysitting," 
she said.
	Once I was clean and dry, Jenny said, "Let him get up and run 
around naked for a while to dry out." She then made me run up and down 
the hall.
	"Now it's time for the bad boy's spanking," Jenny announced. For 
this event we went downstairs to the living room. Jenny made me get a 
chair from the kitchen. It felt funny doing this. I was OK with being 
naked upstairs. I often was. But the kitchen was a public part of the 
house. Being without clothes there was more than being naked.
	I placed the chair in the center of the living room as directed, 
and Barbara pulled up the Ottoman so she could sit comfortably and 
watch. Jenny sat down and I got over her lap. Somehow it seemed 
natural. Jenny's spanking wasn't all that hard. After all, this was 
role playing. Had this been a real spanking, I know she would have hit 
much harder. I know, I've been on the receiving end of many of those.
	However, this is the first bare-assed spanking I received from 
her. Physically it stung a lot and I actually liked that sensation. It 
made my butt all warm and tingly. It was the other part of it that made 
this spanking unique. Being spanked is humiliating at any time. Being 
spanked naked just makes it all the more so. Being spanked naked in 
front of someone else is worse still, and being spanked in front of 
someone else when that someone else is a younger girl is the most 
embarrassing situation in the world for a boy.
	The spanking didn't last long, but I found myself very ashamed 
and very excited. I had a hard-on when I got up.
	Jenny directed us back upstairs for the diapering.
	Jenny instructed Barbara on exactly what to do. When it came to 
applying the ointment, she had special instructions. "First apply it to 
his penis. Remember what I said about getting it on all of it. Rub it 
until it gets big and then you can put the ointment all over it. Then 
make sure you get his balls. Don't squeeze too hard. Then put it on his 
hiney. And at the end put it up his butt crack. Make sure you get some 
right here." Jenny pulled my butt cheeks apart and instructed Barbara 
to but a dab on my anus. "Now you can diaper him up!"
	Barbara finished me up and pulled a T-shirt over my head. The 
girls sent me off to my room to play. And play I did. I waited until I 
was certain that Jenny was on the phone with her friends, and Barbara 
was engaged with the PowerPuff Girls on TV. Then I lay back on my bed 
and rubbed the front of my diapers. The combination of the soft 
material and the ointment made it a most pleasurable experience, albeit 
a noisy one. The crinkling of the plastic on the outside of the diaper 
announced what I was doing to anyone on the second floor. The nice 
thing about the diaper is that it made it unnecessary to clean up my 
mess.

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	I was content to stay in my room and play with my toys (and with 
myself) for the rest of the afternoon. I realized that as long as I was 
diapered, I wasn't going outside to play. Later on in the afternoon, I 
went down to watch TV with Barbara. I asked Jenny when I could have my 
clothes back and she replied, "Later."
	I hated that answer. Mom and Dad always used it and it meant, 
"never." "When later," I asked.
	"When you act like a grown boy. Any time you misbehave, you'll be 
back in diapers in a flash."
	So it was that my parents found me sitting on the floor with 
Barbara watching TV. I had gotten so used to the diapers that I almost 
forgot I was wearing them. They felt very comfortable, except for the 
self-induced wet spot in the front, but the diaper absorbed most of 
that, and it didn't smell, so nobody noticed.
	"What's this?" my mother asked to no one in particular. I know I 
didn't have the answer. Jenny came from the kitchen where she was 
preparing dinner. "I did it mom!"
	"Why?"
	Jenny explained her reasons for putting me in diapers. She did 
not go into the spanking or the fact that she let Barbara change me. I 
got the feeling that certain parts of this activity were going to be a 
secret just between my sisters and me.
	"I don't know if this is a good idea," my dad put in.
	Jenny replied, "I know, dad, but you're not here all day. I am. I 
need to do what I need to do to control Danny and Barbara. Please let 
me do my job."
	"But," my mother managed to get out.
	Jenny cut her off, "But nothing, mom. Look, you put me in charge 
of these two brats. Because of that, I have to stay home every Saturday 
when my friends are out shopping and hanging out together. I didn't ask 
for this. I'll do it because I know you need my help, but let me do it 
my way."
	"Are you sure?" mom continued.
	"Mom, trust me. You trust me to know what to do if they get hurt. 
You trust me to make sure they don't get in trouble. You trust me to 
know when I have to spank them. Trust me on this. I need to do this to 
keep Danny under control. Don't take away my discipline. We have to be 
united on this or the kids will play us against each other."
	My mom nodded weakly, "Well, I suppose so." With those words, my 
mom committed me to diaper discipline for the next 7 years.
	Later that evening, in the privacy of my room, Jenny changed my 
diapers for bed. She noticed the come stains. "Oh, it looks like baby 
has been busy." She exclaimed. "Well, we'll have to add some other 
activities to our little game next time."
	For the most part, I was not diapered on any day other than 
Saturday. So it wasn't until the next Saturday that Jenny started my 
new regime. I had been put into diapers on Friday evening and kept in 
them all night long. It was inevitable that I would be wet when I woke 
up on Saturday morning.
	Jenny and Barbara went through the routine of changing me, but 
this time after cleaning me up Jenny said to Barbara, "We have another 
problem here. You noticed how big and hard his penis gets when we do 
this. Well, pee and poop aren't the only things that stain Danny's 
diaper. We will have to correct that problem."
	I had just come back from my "airing out" run when Jenny had me 
lay down on the changing towels again. This time as she applied the 
ointment to my penis she rubbed her palm around the head rolling it 
back and forth on my stomach. "Watch this," she said to her sister.
	"Watch what," Barbara replied.
	"You'll see."
	I felt the orgasm coming on. I knew that there was no way I could 
resist Jenny's rubbing. I was so embarrassed. I mean, I didn't even let 
my friends know that I masturbated, and they were boys. A girl's not 
supposed to even see a guy's penis, much less touch it. Even less play 
with it. Here I was. I wasn't even masturbating, I was being 
masturbated, by a girl no less. And what's even worse, my kid sister is 
watching and giggling. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. It 
was going to happen if I wanted it to or not. I started to cry.
	The urge built and built, and finally I came. Jenny's hand in no 
way impeded my pee hole, so I shot unrestricted up my chest. 
Furthermore, since Jenny was rolling it side to side, I had a fine 
splattering of my own come from shoulder to shoulder.
	Barbara stopped giggling and just gasped. I heard through the fog 
of my orgasm a very aspirated, "wow."
	Jenny on the other hand, laughed. "Looks like baby made a mess 
again. We'll have to clean him up."
	Barbara held her back. "Wait a minute. Can I touch it?"
	"OK, but be careful, and make sure you wash your hands when 
you're done."
	Barbara took a tentative swipe at the come with the tip of her 
finger. "It's hot!" She lifted it up to her nose and sniffed at it. "It 
smells both sweet and oily," she observed. She went back for a second 
sample. This she rubbed between her thumb and other fingers. "It's 
slippery and sticky too." The rest of the time she spent finger 
painting my torso with my juices. She seemed to delight in digging out 
the small pool accumulated in my navel.
	"That's enough for now, Barbara. We have to get baby cleaned up 
and in his diaper."
	"Can I do him next time?" Barbara asked.
	"Are you sure you know what to do?" My elder sister replied.
	"Of course I do. I just watched you. It looks simple enough."
	I spent the rest of the day with the knowledge that Barbara would 
be next to change my diaper, and that she would also be the next girl 
to touch my penis. In fact, at the rate things went on Saturdays, the 
girls touched my penis more than I did!
	Over lunch, Barbara asked Jenny a question, "Can Helen come over 
and see Danny?"
	"I don't know," Jenny replied, "I think we should keep this a 
family secret for now."
	"Aw, come on. Helen is my very best friend."
	"No! and that's final," Jenny clamped down. God had spoken! I was 
glad that I was to be spared that humiliation. Having one little girl 
seeing me diapered and masturbated was enough.
	I did notice Barbara and Helen playing in the street a couple of 
days later. Barbara had her hand up to Helen's ear and was whispering 
furiously. Helen kept glancing over to me and giggling. I doubt that 
the secret was that well kept. Well, at least Helen didn't get to see 
me.
	That changed several years later. Jenny had graduated high school 
and was on her way to college. My parents still didn't know that 
Barbara was diapering me all along. They may have suspected, but they 
didn't want to know, so they never asked. However, with Jenny leaving, 
I thought that I might finally get out of diapers after all.
	Unfortunately that was not the case. Barbara was now 12 and I was 
15. There had been a rash of break-ins in the neighborhood and since 
Helen's parents worked, they were concerned for her safety between the 
time she got home from school and they got home from work.
	My mom volunteered my services to baby sit her. "You won't have 
to do anything really. All you have to do is be there. The girls are 
really big enough to take care of themselves. You could get your 
homework out of the way so you can go out with your friends after 
dinner. Mrs. Goetz, is willing to pay you, so you'll have money to 
spend. It works out fine for everyone!"
	"Great!" I thought, "Stuck in somebody else's house with my kid 
sister and her friend."
	I went over the first day with Barbara. She seemed delightfully 
mirthful. She had that look about her that I came to associate with, "I 
know something you don't know." We rang the bell and Helen answered it.
	The girls immediately retreated to Helen's room where I could 
hear them murmuring and giggling. "Girls," I said under my breath and 
shook my head. I turned on the TV and tuned in some lame program.
	Before I knew it, the girls were back, blocking my view. "Hey," I 
yelled, "I'm watching that."
	"Does baby need changing?" Barbara asked, producing a diaper from 
behind her back.
	"What are you talking about?" I tried bluffing.
	"You don't have to play dumb with us," Helen added, "Barbara told 
me all about it. Even the part about playing with your penis and making 
it squirt."
	"Well, she's lying." I protested.
	"Oh yeah, well I saw the pictures."
	"What pictures?"
	"Come on brother, you don't think that you could toddle around 
the house for all those years in diapers and not have a couple of 
pictures taken."
	"You're bluffing!"
	"Come here, I'll show you," Helen said as she walked over to the 
computer. She clicked a couple of buttons and a picture opened up. It 
was clearly me, and I was clearly in diapers.
	"Now if you don't want me to email the pictures around to people 
other than Helen, you are going to do as we say."
	"OK, what do you want?" I said as my concession speech. I was 
beaten, and had no choice other than surrender.
	"Like I said, does baby need a diaper?"

Epilogue

	There isn't much more to tell. Barbara and Helen continued to 
diaper me until I finally moved away to college myself. For the most 
part it was just us three. Occasionally the girls would invite other 
girls over to see me in diapers. They also allowed some girls to watch 
them as they diapered me. As much as these girls pleaded to be allowed 
to diaper me themselves, Barbara and Helen kept that privilege to 
themselves.
	I am now living in the dorm. I have a roommate. I also have 
nothing but underwear to wear next to my skin. I will be going home for 
the holidays. Jenny will be there. Barbara will be there. The 
inevitable Helen will be there. Saturday is still the busy day at the 
hardware store, especially in the holiday season.