But Greta wasn't the type to take no for an answer. All too soon, Jimmy found himself over her lap, his diapers unpinned and his plastic panties tangled around his ankles as he kicked and cried, the hard, unforgiving slaps of her paddle coming down again and again on his soft, youthful bottom.
It was a teary-eyed sissy who was marched outside ten minutes later, forced to play hopscotch in his short frilly top and exposed diapers.
Today was already shaping up badly for the hapless sissy. Greta told him some of her friends were coming over to visit and she informed him she wanted him to wear some cute ruffled rumba panties over his diapers, to dress up his baby ensemble. Jimmy responded by throwing a childish tantrum, flinging his toys around his nursery like a frustrated toddler.
Two minutes later, Greta walked back into his nursery, her face a picture of controlled fury and determination.
As he looked up at her with the paddle in her hand, Jimmy knew that tears and sissy panties were in his near future.