Summary: Billy, a 12 year old boy is forced back into diapers by his 
mother. He has to get through many embarrassing situations (public 
changes, spankings, breast feedings...). One night a beautiful girl he 
knows since ten years comes to babysit the boy. Will Billy get through 
this and even through what his babysitter has in store for him?

				Diaper Punishment				

Chapter 1

Billy Johnson stood in front of his mother being very nervous and 
anxious. His mother Diane looked at him with a sad expression on her 
face, while continuing to shake her head in disbelief.

"Why did you do this, Billy?" she asked.

He did not know the answer to that question. Because I needed some 
money? Because I can't stand that guy? Because it is fun to bully weak 
kids at school. But the boy knew better than to respond his mother. She 
did not want an answer she just wanted to relieve her own conscience 
with her question.

"Answer me, Billy, please. Why did you do this?"

Again the boy did not dare to respond, but stood in front of his mother 
looking with his eyes on the floor. Again Diane shook her head in 
disbelief and sighed.

"Billy, you got to have an answer! You were expelled out from school 
for 3 weeks because you blackmailed a boy in the toilets. You forced 
him to give you all his money or you . These 
were your words, weren't they?"

Again Billy did not move, but just stood there and listened to his 
mother.

"I can't believe this, Billy. You used to be such a nice boy. My god, 
you are just twelve years old and you are already starting to commit 
crimes at school. You are lucky, that your headmistress knows you since 
eight years. Otherwise she would have sent you directly to the police 
station. I can't believe it." Diane repeated again.

Again Billy said nothing and Diane gave up to scold him. She sent him 
back to his room and told Billy he had to stay at home the 3 weeks he 
was expelled from school learning and thinking about blackmailing and 
frightening smaller children.

While the boy left the room Diane looked at him. He was very small for 
his age with soft blonde hair and blue eyes. The other boy must have 
been a real dwarf if Billy could force him to give him some money.

Two hours later Billy's 15 year old sister Catherine came back home. 
She was a marvelous looking girl with long brown hair and soft brown 
eyes. Her breasts were already well developed and she was a cheerleader 
of the Football team. Diane explained her, why Billy was expelled from 
school for 3 weeks and that he was grounded for that time.

During dinner not a single word was spoken. The three of them were just 
sitting at the table eating very fast and then Diane went in the living 
room to watch TV, Catherine went upstairs to study for her history test 
in two days and Billy was sent back into his room.

This day Billy went to bed at about nine o'clock, because he wanted to 
avoid another confrontation with his mother who was really mad at him 
today.

When Billy woke up his sister has already left for school and Diane has 
left for work. On the kitchen table stood a bowl of corn flakes and a 
sheet of paper right in front of it. His mother ordered him to do all 
the housework and then study for school. After he had eaten his 
breakfast he settled down in front of the TV and watching for about 
three hours.

Suddenly he thought about doing the chores, but then he relaxed and 
thought that his mother would do nothing about it. Diane had never 
punished her children and after her husband had left Catherine and 
Billy missed an authority. But while the girl grew up to a responsible 
and gentle young lady the boy just became a little brat. Since his 
father had left the family Billy was never again the calm and nice boy 
his mother knew and loved, but a squirming brat.

In the evening Diane and Catherine entered the house the same time. Of 
course nothing of the housework was done and Billy was asleep in front 
of the TV screen.

"Nothing! He has done nothing. He did not learn for school and he did 
nothing of the housework. I can't stand his unacceptable behavior any 
longer. I think I'll lose my consciousness." Diane cried.

Billy woke up from his mother's crying and nearly fell off the couch.

"Billy! What's wrong with you?" Catherine cried, "Are you even 
incapable of doing some chores? I have to do them too, but you are lazy 
the whole time just sitting in front of your computer or the TV!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Billy shouted.

The boy was really mad at his sister, although he did not know really 
why. Maybe just the fact that she was always the perfect daughter and 
since his father left he had been always the brat of the family.

Now it was payback-time. Billy lost every kind of sense, when he made a 
run for it. He ran to the stairs and up to the room of his sister, 
where he grabbed the first things he saw and threw them out of the 
window.

"No, my skirt!" Catherine cried.

She was right behind Billy and looked out of the window. Her 
cheerleader skirt was lying in the garden. The girl ran out of the room 
downstairs and into the garden. Her skirt was not torn up, but it was 
very dirty and Catherine thought she could never use it again.

"Billy, get back into your room now! Catherine you too!" cried Diane.

"But mom, he destroyed my skirt!"

"Do as I told you. I'll be back in half an hour. I do not want to see 
anybody of you out of his room. And I mean it!"

Then Diane got into her car and drove off. Billy and Catherine never 
saw her mother that mad. They went both into their rooms and laid down 
on their beds. Billy was now really anxious and nervous, because he 
knew that this time he went a little too far.

Half an hour later Diane drove again into her garage and stopped. She 
got a large box out of her car and went into the living room. Billy was 
gone too far. He needed to get disciplined or he would wear her down 
until he is an adult or even worse he would end in prison.

Diane pulled the box upstairs and into the room of Catherine. The girl 
cried softly on her bed and Diane came over to her daughter offering 
some comfort.

"Why did he do this, mom?" Catherine asked with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know honey, but he will be very sorry for this, trust me. Look 
what I bought for your brother in the store."

Catherine looked into the brown box and smiled.

The door to Billy's room opened and his mother and sister carried a 
large brown box into his room. Billy sat nervous on his bed, sweat 
dropping from his forehead.

"Mom� look I'm sorry� I..."

"No, you shut up now, Billy! I've got enough from your unacceptable 
behavior. You behave just like a little brat. And little brats often 
need to learn a lesson. First you blackmail another child in your 
school, then you do nothing to help me in the house and now you have 
called your sister dirty names and ruined her skirts.

That's not the behavior of a teenager, but of a little baby or toddler. 
And if you want to get treated like a baby, I will certainly treat you 
like one!"

Billy's eyes widened in fear when he heard what his mother said. Then 
Diane opened the package and got out three large packs of Pampers Size 
6, baby wipes, a changing pad and some baby powder.

When Billy saw the baby supplies he started to panic. The boy wanted to 
make a run for it, but this time Diane was prepared.

She grabbed his ankle and held him tight in her grip. Billy started to 
fight his mother and even tried to bite her, but Catherine intervened 
and put one of her hands over his mouth. Diane dragged her defiant son 
to a chair and set down.

"Catherine hold his hands behind his back. There you go. Keep them 
there. Billy stop wiggling about� it won't do you any good. You will 
get diapered like it or not. But first I have to do something I should 
have done long ago." Diane said.

Then she opened his jeans and yanked them down. Then his underpants 
followed. Diane and Catherine forced him to step out of his pants and 
then they took off his T-Shirt-. Billy was now standing completely 
naked in front of his mother, while his sister held his arms behind his 
back. Then Catherine pushed him forwards and he was placed over his 
mother's lap. Billy panicked now even more, because he knew what was 
coming. He kicked with his legs, but his mother forced one of them 
under her own leg and held Billy with her left arm tight in place.

 The first smack landed on his bottom forcing Billy to cry out 
in pain. Diane raised her hand again and then began to spank her son 
monotonously.



Billy was now crying uncontrollably begging his mother to stop and 
promising to be good.

"Catherine, now it's your turn."

"Mom?"

"I spanked him for blackmailing other kids and not doing the housework. 
You will spank him for ruining your skirt."

Diane stood up and easily could hold Billy in her arms. Her daughter 
set down and Billy was placed across his sister's lap. Billy was crying 
very hard and did not even realize, that his sister was now going to 
spank him.

Catherine's first smacks were very soft and did not cause any pain, but 
after ten smacks she started to spank harder and soon her spanking 
stung more than Diane's. Billy felt to much pain to be embarrassed. A 
twelve years old boy, placed over his sister's lap and receiving an 
hard spanking from her.

After 30 hard smacks Catherine stopped, exhausted from the spanking but 
held Billy firmly on her lap. Diane kneeled down in front of him an 
looked into his face. The boy was crying uncontrollably begging for 
mercy.

"Okay, Billy. You can relax, your spanking is over. I think we can 
trust you not to resist again against your punishment?"

Billy shook his head.

"Good. Now, I will explain now the rules of your punishment. You will 
stay on your sister's lap and in case you do not understand the rules 
or listen good Catherine will do that."

Another slap landed on Billy's already sore bottom, causing him to 
whimper.

"First: you are a baby again and get treated exactly like a baby. That 
means you will wear and use your diapers for their purpose: wetting and 
messing. If you have a problem with the later, I've got something that 
will help you� Of course you are not allowed to change your own diaper 
or even tell us to change you. Catherine or me will regularly check 
your Pampers and then decide if you get changed or not. Understood?"

A little smack on his bottom reminded Billy very fast to nod his head.

"Being a baby means also eating baby food, drinking from a bottle or 
sometimes getting breastfed and of course early bedtimes. You are not 
allowed to take off your diaper and believe me: I've got my methods to 
tamper proof your diapers."

Billy nodded again and was the released by his sister. Diane picked him 
up and carried him to his bed. Catherine laid the changing pad on his 
bed and Billy was placed naked on the pad.

Diane spread the baby powder all over his diaper area and started to 
rub it in. Then she grabbed Billy's legs and pushed them back until his 
knees were near his chest. Diane ordered Catherine to hold them there. 
Billy felt his mother examine his sore bottom and whimpered a little 
from the pain. Then he felt his mother shoving something into his anus 
two times and then Catherine led his legs back on his bed.

Diane ripped a package of the Pampers diapers open and placed one of 
them under Billy's bottom. She taped the diaper up very tight and 
proofed if the diaper would fit her son. After seeing that everything 
was fine she ordered Billy to stand up. Diane took a red text marker 
and marked exactly the points where the two tapes were fastened on the 
diaper.

Billy was ordered to turn around and Diane wrote his name on the back 
of his diaper. Then she gave him a little swat on his butt and ordered 
him to get back in his bed.

"Billy, just so you know: I marked the positions where the tapes end on 
your diaper. You see if you take your diaper off and use the bathroom 
and then try to tape this diaper up agein you'll never get the tapes in 
the same position. And if you try to take the diaper off use the 
bathroom and then change into a new one forget about that too. I've 
written your name in my handwriting on the back of your diaper and you 
will not be able to copy my handwriting on plastic.

I or Catherine will tamper-proof your new diaper every time we change 
you the same way to make it impossible for you to take off your 
Pampers. If you dare taking one of them of you'll get the spanking of 
your life, understood?"

Billy nodded. Then Diane and Catherine smiled and left the room while 
Billy fell asleep.

Chapter 2

One hour later Billy was woken up by sudden cramps spreading in his 
stomach. He pulled the covers away from him and put his hands on his 
tummy in order to ease the pain. But it did not ease, it grew worse. 
The boy rolled from one side of the bed to the other, the pain still 
increasing in his stomach. Suddenly he let out a great fart and then 
Billy started to mess his diaper uncontrollably with soft poop.

It filled nearly the whole seat of his diaper, until Billy stopped to 
mess himself. Billy began to cry soft almost immediately, when he 
noticed that he had really messed his diaper like a baby. When he 
looked at his diaper he could not make any difference. The baby motifs 
on the front and the tapes looked the same when his mother had put him 
into this diaper. But he could tell from the disgusting stench and the 
horrible feeling from his bottom that he had messed his diaper.

Billy did not dare to move. He feared that the poop may spread out even 
more. He just laid in his bed without moving a muscle, when it got 
pretty hot in the whole room. Billy could not stand the stench coming 
from his diaper some time more and his diaper was becoming itchy. His 
butt had already been very sore from the spanking one hour ago and the 
poop was now burning like hell on his bare skin. Billy feared that he 
might get a diaper rash, when he would not be changed in next time.

He eventually managed to get back to sleep ten minutes later only to be 
woken up again by sudden cramps. After messing his diaper a second time 
the laxatives had done their job, but because of the itchy feeling on 
his butt it was impossible for Billy to go back to sleep. He laid an 
hour in his bed without moving a muscle, when he realized he couldn't 
fall asleep with the messy diaper on. He knew, that his mother would 
not change him and therefore the boy got up and opened the room to his 
door. The corridor was gloomy and Billy could not hear any sounds 
coming from downstairs. Maybe his mother and sister were already gone 
to bed?

He closed the door to his bedroom and then thought about his situation. 
He had to get rid of this messy diaper, but he did not know how. His 
mother had tamper-proofed the damned thing.

In the end Billy could just find one solution: he would put his diaper 
in the waste bin and then put a fresh diaper on. He would just copy the 
handwriting of his mother; hopefully she would not discover this trick.

He sneaked out of his room and then downstairs. He opened the front 
door and then the boy ran to the waste bin where he quickly opened the 
tapes of his diaper. He put it into the waste bin and then he ran back 
home naked. After closing the front door Billy sneaked into the 
bathroom and locked the door quietly. Then he quickly stepped into the 
bathtub and washed his butt and crotch which where covered with his own 
poop. His skin was really sore where Billy had been spanked and his 
poop had not made things better. After washing himself he quickly dried 
himself up and then unlocked the bathroom door. Like a shadow Billy 
sneaked back into his own room, closed the door and then turned on the 
light.

The one Pampers package, which his mother Diane had opened some hours 
ago laid under his desk, while the two other packages were securely 
packed in one of his closets. Billy took one of the diapers out of the 
package and unfolded it. After grabbing the text marker he tried to 
copy his mother's handwriting and carefully wrote the word "Billy" on 
the back of his diaper. After spreading out the Pamper on his bed Billy 
tried to diaper himself. As the boy had never diapered a baby before he 
was not very skillful at changing a diaper. It was even a greater match 
for him to diaper himself, but after two minutes he managed to close 
the second of the two tapes and quickly marked the point where the 
tapes ended on the diaper with his text marker. After putting the text 
marker back on the table Billy turned out the light and went back to 
sleep.

At 9 a.m. Billy's door opened and Diane looked at her sleeping son. His 
blanket had been fallen to the floor during the night and Billy laid on 
his bed with just his diaper covering his private area. The small 
blonde boy looked exactly like the baby he was ten years ago. Diane was 
just going to close the door when she took a closer look on his diaper. 
The forty-year-old woman had much experience in changing diapers and 
the tapes on Billy's diaper were not fasten tight enough to prevent the 
Pampers from leaking.

Diane moved quietly to her son and carefully rolled him on his stomach 
in order to prove if her son had changed his diaper during the night. 
Diane recognized the word "Billy" on the back of her son's diaper, but 
she also knew that it was not written in her own handwriting. Diane 
sighed and then gave her son a little swat on his diapered butt.

Billy moaned a little and then turned around in order to face his 
mother, who was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at him.

"Mom, why are you waking me up?"

"Because I need to talk to you, Billy." Diane answered.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Billy, did you change your diaper last night without my permission?"

The blonde boy's face turned bright red immediately and Diane knew that 
Billy would lie even before he could say a single word.

"No, Mom. I didn't. How could I? I thought you'd tamper-proofed it."

"I have and it was a good thing to do. Billy. stop trying to lie to me. 
You know I hate that. Listen, I already checked your diaper and your 
name is not written in my handwriting. I never put you in this diaper, 
because I would never do such a bad job in diapering a child. This 
diaper would leak almost immediately you start wetting it."

"No� Mom. Believe me. You have to believe me. I did not..."

"BILLY!" his mother shouted.

"Okay." The boy cried out in tears. "I changed my diaper and tried to 
fool you, but just because I messed my diaper two times. My butt burned 
like hell from yours and my sister's spanking and I just couldn't stand 
this itchy feeling and the whole stench anymore."

"Billy." Diane said, "I am very disappointed in you. You were supposed 
to mess your diaper. That's because I shoved the laxatives into your 
anus. I was thinking about giving you the privilege to use the toilet 
for pooping thus you would just have to wet your diapers the next three 
weeks, but I see you are not ready for any privileges nor privacy. I'm 
sorry Billy, but it looks like you are going to mess your diapers as 
well the next weeks. And of course you will receive now a good spanking 
for touching and even changing your diaper yourself."

Billy almost screamed when his mother grabbed his wrist and led him to 
the chair, where he had received his spanking the day before. Diane 
tore the sides of Billy's diaper up and threw it into the trash bin. 
Then she placed her naked son over her lap and started to give him ten 
soft smacks.

"These were just to warm you up a bit. Your cute cheeks really look a 
little sore from yesterday. Well, they are going to burn like hell when 
I'm through with you."

Then Diane started to spank her son real hard. Her hand rose and fall 
back on his little butt nearly fifty times leaving Billy's cheeks in a 
bright crimson. The boy was crying uncontrollably when his mother 
stopped the spanking and hold him tight on her lap. Five minutes later 
Billy had cried himself out and was just sobbing when Diane carried him 
back to his bed.

She pulled a diaper out of the package and placed it under Billy's 
bottom. But before diapering it up she again shoved two laxatives into 
Billy's anus. Then the diaper was taped up again very tight and Billy 
was carried down into the kitchen.

"You can relax, honey. You don't have to eat in a highchair this 
morning, but I ordered one a couple of minutes ago and it may be here 
tonight. Won't that be fun?"

Diane then began feeding Billy his cereals with a spoon, while Billy 
tried to relax, but could not find a comfortable position due to the 
pain on his butt. After Billy was fed all of his cereals his mother 
took his old baby bottle out of the microwave. It was full of warm milk 
and Billy knew for sure that it would taste horrible.

"I ordered two new baby bottles and two pink pacifiers too, but they 
will be here also in the evening. Looks like we will have to use your 
old baby stuff today."

"Don't you go to work today?"

"No, Billy I took three days vacation. And the next 2 weeks your sister 
has holidays, so she can take care of you. Don't be anxious, honey, 
you'll never be alone the next three weeks. Babies don't have and don't 
need any privacy."

Diane picked her son up and carried him into the living room where she 
sat down on the couch and hold Billy in the traditional nursing 
position. She could easily put the teat into Billy's mouth without 
having faced any resistance. But then the boy just refused to start 
nursing his bottle.

"C'mon, honey. Drink up for mommy." Diane said and gave Billy a little 
encouraging swat on the back of his diaper.

The blonde boy almost immediately began nursing his baby bottle. Diane 
was really surprised how a little spanking now and then could increase 
the behavior of her son and how easily it was to keep him under 
control. She would have never thought that Billy would let her feed him 
and then give him a baby bottle full of warm milk.

When Billy had finished half of his bottle he stopped nursing it and 
began to squirm on the lap of his mother.

"Billy what's the deal? C'mon you almost got it." Diane said and wanted 
to put the bottle back into his mouth.

She just received a weak moaning as response and now Billy's mother 
knew where the problem was.

"Do you have to go poo-poo, honey?"

Billy nodded his head his face bright red from the embarrassment.

"That's just fine. Remember you've got your diaper and mommy has 
diapered you very securely. It will all stay in your Pampers. C'mon 
make a "big" surprise for mommy."

Like in the night before the cramps were getting very painfully in his 
abdomen, but that wasn't Billy's greatest worry. In a couple of seconds 
he would mess his Pampers baby diaper lying on the lap of his mother 
with a baby bottle in her hand. Billy just couldn't stand the shame 
anymore and began to cry when the soft poop came out of his butt and 
spread into his diaper.

After Billy finished messing himself Diane gave his fully loaded diaper 
seat a couple of swats while she praised her son for filling his 
diaper.

"That's a good baby. Mommy told you to fill your diaper and you did it 
like a good boy. Don't worry, mommy has changed many of your diapers 
and she can easily stand the smell."

Diane picked up the baby bottle and put it back into Billy's mouth. The 
boy was so exhausted, desperate and humiliated, that he began nursing 
the bottle almost immediately. When he was finished Diane picked him up 
and carried him back to his room where she laid him down on his bed. 
Billy was softly crying the whole time not because of the itchy feeling 
in his diaper, but because of the terrible humiliation.

Diane went into her own bedroom and opened the drawer where she put in 
her pistol and her handcuffs, when she came home from work. She had two 
pairs of handcuffs. Diane was a policewoman, but never had the 
opportunity of handcuffing a criminal. Now she would be able to use 
them the first time and not only for tying a criminal up, but for 
disciplining her son.

She went back into Billy's room and stretched his arms until she could 
easily put Billy's wrists into the handcuffs and then closing them 
around the two bedposts.

"Mom, what are you doing?" cried Billy.

"Honey I need you to get used to dirty and wet diapers. We cannot 
change you every time you mess your diaper. Sometimes you will have to 
stay half an hour in your wet diaper until we can change you. You will 
stay now at least 3 hours in your bed and I will only change you and 
open the handcuffs if you have wet your diaper too. In the afternoon 
you'll get another three hours. And tomorrow we will do the same. Three 
hours in a messy diaper in the morning and three in the afternoon. I 
bet you will then never again complain about a wet or dirty diaper. 
Don't worry I've got enough laxatives to make you poop as much as I 
want you to."

Then Diane left the room and closed the door.

Chapter 3

The next three hours were the most horrible hours Billy could remember 
in his whole life. Handcuffed to the two bedposts of his bed he had to 
lie on his bed with a very messy diaper taped snugly on him. His butt 
burned like fire because of the three severe spankings he had received 
the last 12 hours and because of his own stinking poop.

Billy lay on his bed for two hours watching the ceiling and feeling the 
pain increase, when he discovered he had an urge to pee. The boy just 
resisted in peeing his diaper on purpose. Messing his Pampers was a 
different thing, because his mother had put laxatives into his anus and 
he couldn't help it, but he would never let himself wet his diaper.

Another half an hour passed by, when the urge of going to pee 
overwhelmed Billy. He released his bladder and started to wet his 
already messy diaper. Though most of his pee was absorbed very quickly 
by his diaper the feeling of his own warm pee on his skin overpowered 
Billy.

He started to cry and began screaming for his mother. The boy was 
completely broken. Billy just couldn't stand the feeling of the itchy 
diaper, the terrible smell and now the feeling of his own pee in his 
diaper anymore. He just wanted to be changed and to be taken cared of.

Five minutes after Billy began crying the door opened and Diane entered 
the room with a smile.

"Billy, what's up? Why are you screaming, baby?"

"Mom, please! Just take this diaper of me, please! I'll promise I'll be 
good and do whatever you say. I'll be a good baby, but please take the 
diaper of me!" Billy cried.

Diane set down on the edge of his bed and opened the handcuffs, which 
were restraining Billy to his bed. The boy immediately hugged his 
mother tight again promising to be good and do whatever she says.

"Shhhh� Calm down, honey. Shhhh� Okay your timeout is over. I'll change 
you now. C'mon. It's okay."

After the boy had calmed down and was only sobbing anymore Diane laid 
Billy back on his bed and opened his diaper. She put it into the diaper 
pail and then wiped Billy's butt with several wipes. His little cheeks 
were sore and bright red, burning like hell.

"Okay, Billy. What do you think if you take a bath to give that poor 
little butt of yours a break, huh?" Diane asked and gave Billy a little 
swat on his bottom.

Although it did not hurt really the boy whimpered a bit, but nodded his 
head very quickly in order to avoid more swats.

"But then it's back into diapers, baby, understand? But I'll set up a 
deal with you. When you are doing yours and your sister's chores this 
afternoon and the rest days of your punishment you'll not become 
restrained again, unless of course you behave in an unacceptable 
manner. Deal?"

Billy nodded his head. He would have done everything if his mother 
would just spare him to stay three hours in a messy diaper. Diane 
lifted her blonde son up and carried him into the bathroom. The bathtub 
was already full of warm water and Billy was placed in it. Then his 
mother began to was his hair with some baby shampoo very carefully and 
then proceeded to wash his body with a special baby soap. Billy knew 
better than to resist this embarrassing treatment.

Then he was ordered to stand up and his mother began washing his 
burning butt. Diane turned her son around and was about washing his 
penis when Billy tried to cover it.

"C'mon Billy. It's not like I have never seen your little wee-wee 
before. Remember who changes your diapers. Put your hands on your head, 
please. They are just getting into my way."

Billy did as he was told embarrassed to get treated by his mother like 
he would be a little baby. Diane washed his penis and crotch very 
carefully, then his legs and at least his feet. Then she gave him some 
baby toys to play with and left the bathroom. She returned ten minutes 
later finding her son sitting in the bathtub extremely bored. Diane 
picked him up and dried him with a big fluffy towel. Then Billy was 
taken back into his bedroom and laid again on his bed.

"Okay, honey. Now mommy will make sure you'll smell nice and clean. 
Your diaper pail will shortly enough setting the room under the smell 
of your own mess."

Billy had totally forgotten about that. A baby's room could be in a 
horrible stench when you enter and the boy never could stand this smell 
and soon he would have to sleep in it.

His mother took a big tube of baby lotion and began to rub it all over 
Billy's body: his chest, his stomach, his legs, his arms his diaper 
area and even his face. Then the boy was rolled on his tummy and Diane 
began to rub the lotion into his butt.

"You really got a big diaper rash, honey. Well better get used to it. I 
fear it won't be your last." Diane said and gave him a soft smack on 
his bottom.

Then Billy was again turned around and Diane pulled a new "Pampers Baby 
Dry size 6" diaper out of the package. She raised his legs high up in 
the air and placed the diaper under his bottom. Then she sprayed a 
great amount of baby powder on his diaper area and rubbed it in, before 
taping the diaper up very tight.

"Billy you look so cute in these Pampers. I think of forcing you back 
into diapers forever," Diane said with an evil grin before ordering him 
to stand up.

After that she tamper-proofed his diaper like the day before marking 
small points where the tapes were fastened on the diaper and writing 
his name on the back of his Pampers, Diane turned him around again and 
took a closer look on his diaper if everything was all right. Of course 
she knew that she had done a perfect job diapering her child, but she 
just wanted to see Billy in his diapers. With the baby motifs on the 
front, his blonde hair and the blue eyes he looked exactly like the 
baby he was ten years ago. It was a hard match for her to remember that 
Billy was now twelve years old and getting punished for acting like a 
brat.

"Okay, baby. Now you're going to have some lunch and then you'll do 
some chores. Maybe I'll let you watch some TV later, but only 
children's programs, understood."

The boy nodded his head hoping that this humiliation would end soon. 
Diane picked him up and carried him downstairs into the kitchen. Some 
baby formula had already been prepared for Billy and in the microwave 
his old baby bottle full of milk was warmed up. His mother sat him down 
on a chair and began feeding the sweet baby formula with a little 
spoon. It tasted horrible and Billy was almost not able to swallow the 
smashed food, but his mother kept feeding him the horrible formula 
until he began swallowing it. Next Billy was fed his bottle by his 
mother and then got burped by her.

"Very well, Billy. Now I'll give you some chores to do and I expect you 
to do them properly or else you'll receive another spanking."

"Do I get something to wear over my diaper at least, mom?"

"No, I don't think so, honey. It's very warmth today and it is okay for 
babies to go around in just their diapers. And don't forget Billy: this 
is a punishment. You are supposed to be aware of the fact that you are 
wearing a baby diaper." Diane said and give him another little swat on 
his diapered butt.

The rest of the afternoon until 4 p.m. Billy did some chores in the 
house with nothing on but his diaper. In the meantime two men had 
delivered Billy's new baby stuff. A big crib was placed into his room 
in exchange of his old bed and a white changing table was placed into 
his room too. A highchair was placed into the kitchen and two new baby 
bottles and two pacifiers were delivered too.

When his sister Catherine returned from school Diane stepped into the 
living room where Billy was watching TV.

"Okay, guys. I'm going out today. I ordered a pizza and left the key to 
the house in the kitchen. Catherine you are responsible for your baby 
brother and I expect you to take care of him. You can eat the pizza, 
but make sure to feed Billy some baby formula and give him a bottle 
full of milk. Do not let him eat the pizza, as Babies are not able to 
eat such things.

And Billy I want you to show your best behavior. Whatever Catherine 
orders you, do as she says. Of course there are the same rules for you 
like during the day� and if you do not obey your sister she can spank 
you like she did yesterday. Understood?"

Billy just nodded his head.

"Good." Diane announced satisfied. Then she turned to Catherine and 
said:

"Catherine, here are the rules: Billy is not allowed to watch TV today 
and please make sure you'll put him to bed at 8 p.m."

"But Mom�"

"Billy, I don't want to hear anything from you, understand?" Diane 
snapped.

Then she left the house and got into her car in order to meet her date 
downtown. In the meanwhile Catherine turned off the TV and ordered 
Billy to go into this room. The next two hours Billy had to play with 
his stuffed animals in his room, because he was not allowed to watch TV 
or play on his computer.

At 6 p.m. Catherine carried him downstairs and put him into his new 
highchair. There was a security belt on the chair in order to make sure 
that the child could not fall out, but in Billy's case it was more to 
make sure he cannot get out.

His sister made sure to restrain his arms under the belt carefully 
leaving Billy totally helpless in his highchair. Then she began feeding 
him the sweet baby formula. Of course it tasted as bad as in the 
morning, but Billy had become really hungry during the day and so he 
swallowed the baby food as fast as he could.

"You must be really hungry, Baby. I wonder if we can feed you this 
stuff really three weeks. You are already so slim, that even I can 
easily carry you around and I'm a cheerleader and not a football 
player."

Billy did not respond to his sister's teasing, but just swallowed spoon 
after spoon his sister fed him. When he was finished Catherine cleaned 
his face with a baby wipe and then got his bottle of milk out of the 
microwave. Then she unstrapped Billy from his highchair and carried him 
into the living room.

"Now honey, you will drink your bottle and then we'll watch TV. But at 
eight o'clock you've got to go sleeping. Babies need their rest you 
know, because if they don't get enough sleep they can become really 
strenuous and they'll cry the whole day. And we don't want you feeling 
tired tomorrow, do we, baby?"

Billy just shook his head while in the firm grip of his sister with 
just his diaper on him. Catherine sat down in front of the TV and Billy 
knew what would come now. Ten seconds later he already was lying in the 
traditional nursing position on the lap of his older sister and she was 
pushing the teat of the bottle into his mouth. While Billy was drinking 
the milk his sister encouraged and praised him, while watching TV.

After Billy had finished his bottle Catherine insisted to burp him, but 
she was not as experienced as Diane, who even was able to burp her 
twelve year old son. Thus after ten minutes the girl gave up and forced 
Billy back to lay down on her lap his head resting on her shoulder. 
Catherine really liked the idea of having a baby brother especially 
when he was fully capable of doing all the things his mother and his 
sister were now doing for him. She really enjoyed breaking the little 
resistance of Billy fighting his punishment and forcing him to do all 
the embarrassing stuff a baby had to do.

Just when Catherine thought about the whole situation and decided she 
would actually like treating her brother like a baby Billy began to 
squirm around on her lap and even tried to get up. Catherine 
strengthened her grip almost immediately in order to hold Billy under 
control.

When the boy realized he could not get up he started to whimper.

"Oh honey, what's the matter?" Catherine asked really concerned.

"Sis... I... I have to go to the bathroom." Billy said.

"You have to do what?"

His face went crimson and he struggled again against his sister's grip, 
but without any success.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Billy repeated. "You understood me, 
Catherine."

"Of course, Baby. But that's not the way babies or toddlers talk." 
Catherine really got a little kick out of it. "Now I want you to ask 
your big sister like a good baby would do."

"What, but Catherine... I..."

"Now Billy or I promise you'll get the spanking of your life!"

"You... you can't... you can't do that. Mom will..."

"Mom said, that I'm in charge here. And she also said that I should 
give you a spanking if you earned one. Now Billy, you know you've got 
to be a baby the next three weeks, because you got suspended from 
school. And there are rules and one of them is that you are not allowed 
to use any grown up speech. So maybe you can ask now, like a good baby 
would?"

Billy did not know what to do. First he thought of just not asking his 
sister, but he really had to pee very bad and he did not think he could 
hold it much longer. And it was better to ask your sister if you can go 
to the bathroom then to wet your diaper while sitting on her lap.

"May I please go potty, sis?"

"That was better, Billy, but I still think you can do it better."

"Billy needs to go pee-pee, Cathie. Please take me to my potty."

"Now that was really good, baby. But there is no need to get you your 
potty. You've got your diaper and I think you can use it properly."

Billy was about to burst into tears when his sister told him that. All 
this humiliation and now he would pee his diaper anyway. The boy did 
not think about fighting his sister anymore he just cried softly and 
desperate, but still unable to wet himself.

"Billy, do you need a little help? I understand� don't worry. It is not 
that easy to just wet and mess your diapers from day to another."

Catherine then put her right hand on his tummy and began to massage 
Billy. His bladder almost explode when his sister put the soft pressure 
on his stomach and the boy knew he would wet his diaper almost 
immediately. After twenty more seconds the last resistance was 
overwhelmed and Billy started to wet his diaper with Catherine still 
massaging his tummy. When he had finished Billy was still crying and 
his sister put two fingers in the crotch of his diaper finding it had 
become really heavy.

"Well, you really wet your diaper, Billy. No way you can go without a 
change any longer. But don't worry, because so we can try out your new 
changing table." Catherine said.

She picked Billy up and carried the crying boy into his new nursery. 
His old bed was gone instead a baby blue crib was placed into his room 
with a changing table standing next to it.

"Look baby, you even got a real diaper pail so you can mess every 
diaper we purchased for you and you won't even fill it. I hope you like 
the stench of used diapers, because I fear it will stay into your room 
the next weeks."

Then the still crying Billy was placed on the changing table. It was a 
regular baby size changing table and his feed were hanging down, but 
Billy was so small, that he could be changed on it easily. Besides 
Diane wanted to make everything as realistic as possible, so Billy 
would feel exactly like a baby the whole time. Even the crib was just 
baby size but still long enough for Billy to sleep in it.

Catherine opened his diaper and threw it into the diaper pail. Then she 
cleaned his diaper area with a few baby wipes before putting out a new 
Pampers baby dry. She quickly taped it up and then tamper-proofed it 
like her mother had shown her the evening before. After his name was 
written on the back of his diaper Billy got a soft smack on his butt 
encouraging him to get to his new crib. Catherine picked him up and 
placed him into the crib. When his skin touched the soft material Billy 
began to cry again. This whole humiliation was to much for the boy and 
now he even had to sleep in a real baby crib with bars all around him.

"Stop your crying immediately! I'm sick of it, understand? Now Billy: 
don't get out of it or you will be real sorry, understand? I've seen 
your butt while I was diapering you and no doubt you'll get a little 
diaper rash and we don't want it to get more painful, do we?"

Billy shook his head. Catherine went back to the changing table and got 
a little package out of it. She opened it and revealed a little 
pacifier like babies are sucking on. Billy knew better than to argue 
and just opened his mouth when his sister came back to him. She shoved 
the pacifier into his mouth and ordered him to suck on it.

"Now that looks cute. Mom should really keep you in diapers forever. 
You just look so cute and helpless, especially with a pacifier."

Then Catherine turned around and turned the light off.