Miss RinRin’s arms were warm around me, holding me close as she sang me a lullaby. Her voice was soft and sweet, wrapping me in its delightful cloak. She rocked me back and forth, the bed creaking beneath us.
Heat rose to my cheeks. How could I tell her that I had just peed myself? It was barely even an hour since she changed my clothes, but I had peed my pants anyway.
Oh my gosh, Davies. Why do you have to be so little?
Then again, I couldn’t be a little, could I? Although I was well over forty years old, at the moment, I was but a five-year-old, nestled in Miss RinRin’s arms.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, patting my back with her hairbrush. “Atta boy.”
She slipped her brush a little lower, and then she gasped.
“Davies!” she shrieked.
The horror in her voice. I could tell she already knew what I had done. “Did you just pee yourself?”
No words made it through my lips. All I did was blush a little harder.
She moved her brush around, feeling my diaper. Poking, hard. Thank goodness for that chastity cage. Now I understand why it is important to wear.
“Oh yes, you did.”
Her voice was firmer now. I knew I would be getting punished. Miss RinRin didn’t like spoilt brats, so she always followed up each good behavior with a reward, and each bad behavior with punishment. I stared into her eyes, not knowing what to expect.
What now?
She lay me down on the bed, with my back pressed against the mattress, and then she slipped my pants down my legs. Cold air caressed my bare thighs, unsettling the rather thick strands of hair covering every inch of my skin.
“You know your mommy gave me the go-ahead to punish you if you ever did some nasty stuff,” she said. “And this right here is nasty.”
She yanked off my pants and raised my legs over my shoulders. The sides of my buttocks were in full view, so I couldn’t say I didn’t see it coming when she struck me with her right palm while still holding the hairbrush. It stung and burned, but she soothed the ache with a gentle rub.
Another spank.
Another rub, her hand slowly patting my stinging flesh.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she said, “wetting your pants at your age!”
She spanked me yet again, this time with the brush.
I winced.
This time, there was no soothing rub. She let it burn.
“This is what you get when you insist on being a dirty boy,” she said, her voice firmer than it had ever been.
My flesh was still stinging from the spanks. Even without looking down at it, I knew my skin was covered with welts. Yet I needed more. I could handle a thousand more of those bittersweet hits.
“This is all too much to process!” she exclaimed, touching her forehead. “The restroom is there for a reason, Davies. You go in there and do your business. But here you are peeing your pants like some year old babe!”
She climbed out of bed and stood, watching me with a face etched with disappointment.
“You must be punished,” she said.
Punished? The spanking didn’t count?
My heart swelled with bliss as I thought of yet another punishment.
“Punish me, Miss RinRin,” I said. “I've been a bad boy.”
“Oh yes I will,” she said. “You can only learn to be a proper little if you are punished. Have you ever thought of how your mommy will feel about this? Disappointed, Davies. Really disappointed.”
“Don’t tell her,” I begged. “Please…just don’t tell mommy…”
I was tired of holding my legs over my shoulders, so I set them back down on the bed.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said.
A spank—that was what it took to get my legs back up where she wanted them.
“If you want to act shamelessly then you leave me no choice.” She walked to a drawer and stood with her back to me.
When she walked back toward me, she was holding a diaper, a bottle of powder and some wipes. “If you insist on being a child, then I might as well make you one, Davies.”
She sat down on the other end of the bed. “Will you come over here or what?”
“No!” I protested.
“Davies,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Come over here now. Move it.”
I groaned, feigning displeasure even though my pleasure was as evident as it could ever be. I moved across the bed to meet her, and then she brought a wipe to my nether region. I shuddered at the feel of her hand on my skin. My heart paced, my whole body giving in to a surge of adrenaline. She was lighting up a fire inside of me and her feigned oblivion made it even more intense.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said.
Done cleaning me up, she tossed the wipes to the floor.
I didn’t put up a resistance when she powdered me, holding my legs in the air.
But when she picked up the diaper, I scooted.
“There is no way around this, Davies!” she said. “You are getting diapered and you must stay diapered until mommy is back. She has to see just how dirty her son has been!”
She grabbed my left ankle held me in place so I couldn’t move any further, and then she yanked me back to the spot where I'd just escaped from. Being diapered was degrading. But somehow, I felt this was just what I needed—to be degraded, humiliated by MissRinRin.
I had been a dirty, dirty boy after all.
All done, she rose from the bed, taking my pants with her. “Now, listen. I'll give you another chance to act like a proper little. Try not to pee yourself over the next couple of hours and I will rid you of this shame. And as a reward, I'll take you to the amusement park or the playground.”
It sounds like a deal.
I grinned, determined not to let the reward slip. We went to the amusement park, I just went diapered, because I knew I couldn’t handle it.
Miss RinRin, Please feel free to share on your website so people know what kind of experience I had.
Love always, little sub; Davies
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