Preview: I was forcefully taken into custody for treatment for depression. Alternative forms of therapy were used on me, including regression therapy.
Never Tell Anyone You're Depressed Part 1, (PG)
Hello, my name is Butch and I just went thru a series of bad injuries. Bad things were happening, one after the other. It was necessary to take pain medications for over a year. My life was in turmoil, I could no longer work and finally received my first Social Security check. In addition to this I was alienated from my family. They wanted nothing to do with me because they were afraid I would ask for money. Thank god I still had my one bedroom condo to live in. I had gone thru long periods of physical rehabilitation and was depressed from it all. I was no longer provided with pain medications and became more depressed. My doctor has now sent me to a Psychiatrist for therapy. I have just had my 40th birthday. The doctors name is Rachael, she is only 30 and quite attractive. For my secessions she always wore short dresses and stockings. I got a slight crush on her right away.
Rachael has been trying to get me to take antidepressants. I refused to take them. I tried them years ago and got quite sick from side effects. I was released from therapy for refusing to cooperate. They said I didn’t want to get well. Later that same day I was at home sleeping. I was awakened at 3 am by red lights flashing outside my bedroom window. Then I heard a knock at the door, so I got up to see what was going on. I answered the door wearing a robe over my underwear and a t-shirt. I was shocked to see my therapist Rachael and 3 large female guards. They came into my living room and shut the front door. I was then showed a court order to take me into custody for treatment for depression. I got very upset and said, “get the hell out of my home, I’m not going anywhere.” Rachael said, “oh yes you are it is for your own good.” Then she started writing notes on her clipboard. First she went into my bedroom and came back. She then said, “ I see you wet the bed and your room smells like urine.” I freaked out and said, “I do not wet the bed, why would you say that.” She laughed and told me to take off my robe. Then she wrote on her clipboard that I was found wearing pink panties, white tights, and a pink girls nightgown. I was not dressed in girls clothes.
Suddenly I realized I was in big trouble. Being disabled how was I going to stop this. I became very frightened. Then Rachael said, “Do exactly what you are told, when you are told and we will get along fine!” She was carrying a small suitcase and took out diapers and rubber pants. I was ordered to remove all clothing. I hesitated, and the 3 guards stripped me of my clothes. I am 5’ 8” tall and 150 Lbs. and had no chance against them. There I was naked and about to be diapered for the first time since childhood. Rachael was petite and feminine, but my crush on her was now gone. She took a wooden paddle from her suitcase, It had small holes in it. She said, “you didn’t take your clothes off when I asked, now I will spank you good.” She pulled a chair into the center of the living room and sat down. Still naked the three guards forced me over her knee, I started to get an erection. She laughed and said, “enjoy it because it won’t be hard for long, not with the spanking I’m going to give you.”
With the guards holding me firmly in place she raised the paddle and struck my bare ass. WWhap, WWhap, went the paddle and I yelled at the same time, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, three more times. I cried out and was kicking and screaming. WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, five more times and I was in tears. My ass stung and was now on fire! Rachael asked, “do you think next time I tell you something you will do it immediately?” “Yes mamm,” I said understanding my situation clearly. She said, “I am only half finished, you will get another 10 whacks.” “No please I will do as I am told,” I cried. WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap she spanked me hard. At this point I broke down and started bawling like a baby, not just a few tears. WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap and my ass stung badly and was completely on fire.
It was finally over and I was told to stand up. Rachael laid a changing mat on the floor and I was ordered to lay down, I did so immediately. She had adult prefold diapers, she said they were 4-10-4, for bedwetters like me. She had me lift up my behind and placed the diaper under me. Then she powered my now very small penis and then my behind. The diaper was brought up between my legs, Rachael pinned it on me tightly around my waist and legs. She used 4 large locking diaper pins that were pink. Then she put my feet into pink, waterproof, plastic panties and pulled them up over my thick diaper. A very babyish pink nightgown was placed over my head and pulled down to just barely cover my diapers.
Two of the guards went out to the ambulance and brought back a stretcher. I was told to lay down on it and did. They strapped me down so I could not get up. A blanket was placed over me and I was rolled out to the ambulance. They placed me in the back and said they were taking me to the Behavioral Correction Center. My ass was still throbbing with pain, I was diapered like a baby, and I was scared!!
Never Tell Anyone You're Depressed, Part 2 (PG)
I am now in the back of the ambulance being transported to the Behavioral Correction Center. I cannot believe what has just happened to me. How can they do this to me, certainly this must be illegal. You can’t just kidnap someone, subject them to Corporal Punishment and put them back in diapers.
The ambulance ride lasted about an hour. Then we drove thru a gate with an armed security guard, who let us drive in. We pulled up to a large 2 story white building. My stretcher was removed from the ambulance and pushed thru the automatic doors. I was pushed down the hall and we passed thru a door marked, Pediatrics and Nursery. I was left in the hallway and heard my Psychiatrist, Rachael, tell them to admit me as their new baby. Rachael came out to speak to me. She said, “you are now my new baby, I am putting you thru regression therapy.” She further stated that I am now completely helpless and will be treated as a newborn baby. I am to be totally obedient or any of my nurse nannies can spank me. “No way,” I said, “unstrap me and let me out of here, I need to use the bathroom.” “Go ahead and go to the bathroom” she said, “That’s what the diapers are for.” Oh my gosh, what am I going to do!
Rachael then reminded me that I had refused the standard treatment of taking antidepressants. She then told me that these new alternative treatments are quite effective for depression. I was going back to a time before all my injuries and personal problems took place and would eventually emerge as a new person. Then she thanked me for volunteering, and said, “that’s what your medical records are going to say, we even forged your signature.” Then she said, “Be good now, your nanny will take you to your room.”
A large women dressed as a nurse approached me. She said, “hello Butch, I am Andria, your new nanny, we will go to your room now.” I was pushed down the hall and entered room 101. I was amazed at what I saw next. My bed was a large baby crib with side rails. There was a large changing table with lots or diapers and rubber pants, along with diaper pins, baby oil, baby powder, etc. It was a big room with an adult high chair. I didn’t like what I saw next, a single chair with no arms and another paddle with small holes in it.
Andria removed my blanket and said, “ I like your pink nightgown, Rachael said you were a sissy girl baby.” She then named me Bessy Sue. The straps were removed and Andria checked my diaper. She said, “baby needs a diaper change.” I looked at the clock, it was now 7 am. I could not help it and freaked out, I yelled at Andria, “get away from me bitch, let me out of here!” She said to chill out now, or I’ll call the 3 guards that were in your home. She then said, “ you have no choice, do as you are told or you will regret it!” I calmed down and was told to get on the changing table, I did so. My pink nightgown was pulled over my head and taken off. Then the pink plastic pants were pulled off my diaper. The pins were removed and my wet diaper was taken off. My penis and behind was wiped clean with large baby wipes, I started to get an erection. Andrea said, “that’s ok for now, Rachael will do something about that later.” She told me to stand up, I was now naked. “You need to learn who the boss is,” she said, “don’t you curse or call me a bitch again.”
I was told to go stand by the chair with the paddle on it, right now. I did so, I figured I better be good and cooperate or things will be even worse. Andrea looked about my age, 40. She was about 6’ tall, 180 lbs, and looked mean. She sat in the chair and ordered me over her knee. I regrettingly did so, and apologized for my bad behavior. “Thank you,” she said as she picked up the paddle and struck me 5 times in a row. I let out a scream with each one, boy was she strong. WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, five more on my already sore bottom. “Stop please,” I cried, “that really hurts.” WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, WWhap, five more times and again I was kicking, screaming, and crying like a baby, my butt on fire. Andria said, “since you apologized you will not get the last 5.” “Get back on the changing table” she said. I did so immediately. She lifted my legs and slid another prefold diaper under me. I’m going to use these thick 4-10-4 diapers on you 24/7 for the first week. She powdered my now small penis and then my behind, the diaper was pulled up between my legs and pinned tightly around my waist and legs. She placed my feet in the holes of the now white, vinyl, rumba panties with pink lace, and pulled them up and over the diaper. She rolled me over and pulled the waist tight, then with a click they were locked on. “No one removes their diapers around here,” she said laughing. She told me to stand up, then she put an adult size baby dress on me. It was also white with pink lace, it had puffy short sleeves and left my matching rumba panties exposed. What next, I thought. She lowered the sides on the crib and said to lay down and take a nap. She raised the sides up, locked them, and said, “ lunch is at 1, see you then. A pacifier was put in my mouth and tied in back of my head before she left the room.
Being up since 3 am I was actually able to fall asleep. I heard a noise and woke up, boy that was a bad dream I said to myself. O my gosh, then I saw Andria there with a baby bottle and 4 jars of baby food, it was no dream I remembered. She came in and said it was lunch time. She removed my pacifier, lowered the bars on my crib, and said to go sit in the high chair. I did and she slid the tray in place. Then she fastened the strap between my thighs and tied a bib around my neck. Andria said, “its newborn baby food, I want you to eat all 4 jars.” Then she said, “I put a stool softener in your food , you will only eat baby food, and drink from a bottle.” She said I would poop like a baby that way. She spoon fed me all four jars of stewed prunes and cream spinach. Awaak! it taste terrible. She bottle fed me next, that didn’t taste good either. Andrea let me out of the high chair, checked to see that my diaper was dry, and put me back to bed in the crib.
Five pm came around and it was dinner time. Andrea came in and fed me 4 more jars of the same as before and a bottle. This time my diaper was wet and she cleaned and changed me. Rachael will be here to see you at 7 pm she said. Back in the crib I went.
At 7 pm Rachael entered the room and said, “how is my baby, Bessy Sue?” “Just fine,” I said sarcastically. Then she said, “I hear you are still getting erections, babies can’t do that.” Next she said, “I am going to put your bird in a cage.” She lowered the side of the crib and told me to get on the changing table. I did as she pulled the dress off of me and then unlocked the rubber pants. My diaper was removed and I started to get an erection. Rachael looked very nice in a short dress and stockings again. Guess I still had that crush after all. Then she showed me the chastity device. I said, “hey now, you’re not putting that thing on me!” “You’ve already had 2 spankings today, would you like another?” “No mamm,” I said, “not again.” As I lay there she then sprayed my penis with something and it went limp. She skillfully put the chastity device on me and said, “no more erections.” I was diapered, dressed, and went back into the crib. Rachael said goodnight baby Bessie Sue. Hum, it seems the name is starting to fit me.
About 10 pm Andria came to check on me one last time. I had peed and said, “Andrea will you please change my diapers.” “Good baby,” she said, “I will put you in clean diapers for bed.” Out of the crib and onto the changing table again. She removed my baby clothes and diapers and said, “I see you don’t have an erection now,” and laughed. She cleaned me up and rediapered me. I went back to the crib and the side was raised. Since I am disabled I could not possibly climb out. The day wasn’t quite over yet, at 2 am I was awakened as I uncontrollably pooped my diapers. This is too much, guess I will have to sleep this way. So ends my first 24 hours as a helpless baby in diapers again.
Never Tell Anyone That You're Depressed, Part 3 (PG)
I awoke in the morning when the door opened. “Hello Baby Bessie Sue,” she said, “I am your new nurse, you will call me Nanny Susan.” “Yes mamm,” I said. Things just took a turn for the worst. She was a big women about 30, she must be 6’8” tall and 280 lbs! Sniff, Sniff, “you’ve pooped your diapers,” she said, “Nanny Susan will take you for a bath and clean you up.” She lowered the sides of the crib, then placed her huge arms under me and picked me up. She cradled me in her arms and then carried me down the hall to the bathing room. I was put on a changing table. She ran water to fill the tub and put in some kind of chemical to make a bubble bath.
Next, I was undressed and placed into the bathtub. Nanny Susan insisted that I soak for 10 minutes and then had me lay down up to my neck for 10 more. “Stand up,” she said, as she began to wash me from head to toe. She did not wash my face or hair. When she thoroughly rinsed me off, all body hair came off too. Even around my penis, still in chastity. “I am glad to see you wearing that,” she said, “babies don’t get erections.” With clean water my hair was washed, rinsed, and combed. I was then dried with a towel. My face and neck hair was removed with a lotion and I was placed on the changing table. I was embarrassed and humiliated, this is too much. “I almost forgot,” she said, “you need a spanking to show who’s boss.” She scooped me up in her arms, still naked. She went over to a large chair and laid me across her knee. “Stop,” I said, “I will be good, I know you’re the boss.” “I won’t need a paddle,” she said, “I am very strong and have a big hand.” Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, “ouch!” I yelled. Her hand covered my entire butt. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, 5 more times and I was crying again. “My hand don’t leave welts and bruises,” she said, “I’m going to spank you into submission.”
She did just that. She started spanking my behind firmly once every 4 or 5 seconds. This continued over and over for a good 5 minutes, each slap her hand covering my entire butt. “Stop, stop,” I yelled, “It really hurts, it burns!” “Good,” she answered, “this is nothing.” Next, she started spanking hard every 4 or 5 seconds for another 5 minutes. I was bawling like a baby and kicking and screaming again. I was on fire. She picked up the pace, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, hard spanks now every second. I yelled, I screamed, I begged, “SStopp, I yelled,” this was unbearable. This lasted for 5 minutes! I was completely defeated, destroyed, humiliated and embarrassed. I will do anything she says. I was uncontrollably crying and she stood up with me in her lap and set me on the changing table. She put a clean prefold diaper under me. She powdered my crotch and behind, pulled the diaper up between my legs pinned it on tightly. Next came the white/pink vinyl rumba panties and the matching baby dress.
She picked me up and carried me to my room and set me in the high chair. “No more stool softeners,” she said, “eating just baby food and formula you will have baby poop without them.” I was fastened in with the food tray in place. She spoon fed me 4 jars of baby food and 1 bottle of formula. Nanny Susan informed me that the formula contains a mild sedative. It will keep me tired and subdued, take away my strength, but I will still know whats happening around me. I was put back in my crib, she raised the side and locked it. I was given a second bottle to drink.
For an entire month I was subject to complete babyfication by Nanny Susan. I had no will to resist, she could pick me up and carry me around. I accepted my situation and was a very good baby. I was given more baby dresses, bubble onesies, and stacks of diapers with the locking vinyl panties. I developed diaper rash, so they put cream on me every diaper change. I was fed a variety of jarred baby food. I liked the banana pudding. She totally took care of me. Even though I was good, I was given one of those hard 15 minute spankings every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday before bed. This was just to remind me of who was in charge. Nanny Susan decided I should now call her mommy.
One month has passed I am totally reduced to an infant baby. I have forgotten all past problems. My Psychiatrist Rachael came to see me. She said, “I am proud of you baby Bessie Sue, you have been a good baby”. “You will stay in diapers and rubber panties, you are promoted to toddler girl now,” she said. “You will still eat jarred baby food for toddlers and drink from a bottle,” she informed me. “We’re going to stop the sedatives, don’t misbehave because Nanny Susan is still in charge,” she also informed me. “See you in a month,” Rachael said and left. Nanny Susan came into the room and said, “don’t worry Bessie Sue, I won’t forget those spankings every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.” I was informed that Rachael decided to keep me in chastity. When the sedatives wear off I would get aroused sexually again “An erection is impossible,” said Nanny Susan, “you will learn to control those urges or its going to hurt.”
I lay helpless, diapered in my crib, as I watched my new clothes brought in. Lots of short sleeve girls sun dresses, nylon pastel colored nightgowns, more girlish looking locking rubber panties, slips, petticoats, and an assortment of lacy socks and Mary Jane shoes. Looks like I’m not going to get out of this situation for a long time. I found out Social Security was paying for everything. I also found out that Rachael was part owner of the hospital. I could hear the nurses talking outside my door. I reminded myself that I was really a 40 year old man, but that didn’t seem to matter.
For one month things went on every day about like before. Instead of baby clothes I was dressed like a cute toddler girl. During the day I was put in disposable diapers and my rubber panties. They used extra absorbent Abriform X-plus, the plastic thick ones. At night the usual 4-10-4 prefolds, rubber panties, and a girls nightgown. I was taken out 3 times a day for a walk and some play time in the nursery. Always dressed like a cute toddler girl, petticoats and all, this was embarrassing. The dresses always short enough to expose my diapers and rumba panties. There were occasionally adults visiting someone. They would see me and tease me. “Oh, look at that man, he is dressed as a little girl and still in diapers,” they would say. In the nursery they would put me in a playpen and I would play with baby toys.
One day when I walked into the nursery a smart aleck kid started to tease me. Then he walked up to me and kicked my ankles. It surprised me and I smacked him back. His mother was there and started screaming at me. Nanny Susan walked in just in time to see me smack him. His mother told her that the kid never touched me. She insisted I be given a spanking right there in front of everyone. “No please don’t”, I pleaded, “he kicked me in both ankles.” Nanny Susan said, “first you smack a little boy and now you lie, I’m going to give you a spanking you won’t never forget.” Right in front of everyone she picked me up, put me on the changing table and removed my dress, petticoats, diapers, and rumba panties. “Spank him good” the kid said, “he hurt me.” The kid started to cry. Nanny Susan picked me up, sat down in a chair and laid me over her knee. There was no warm up, she immediately spanked me hard and fast. She didn’t let up at all smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. In front of everyone I was kicking, screaming, and crying uncontrollably. She stopped and ordered me to apologize to the boy and his mom. I did so while crying. Then the spanking started again nonstop very hard. Still kicking, screaming, and crying this went on for a long time. “Get the paddle with the small holes,” she told a nurse. “You are going to feel the sting of this paddle for a week,” she told me. I could not move, it was pointless to try. The nurse handed her the paddle. “No, not that,” I cried. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, 10 times. The sting and the burn was unbelievable. I was totally out of control crying and she struck me 10 more times. I’ve never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life. A 40 year old man, a former construction worker, spanked severely over Nanny Susan’s knee. It was finally over, she made me stand in the corner for 30 minutes, as everyone watched. Then she picked me up and laid me on the diaper table. She left off the cream so I would not get relief. First she put the disposable diaper on me real tight, then a thick prefold even tighter. This caused the pain to increase. Next the rubber panties, petticoats, and my toddler girls dress. I was carried to my room and locked in my crib. “No food for the rest of the day,” she said, “and no diaper change till morning.” It couldn’t get any worse I said to myself, but it did after I peed then pooped the diaper.
Fortunately nothing else out of the ordinary happened for the rest of the month. Rachael came to see me after the month was over. She said I was punished severely for my bad behavior and I am forgiven. She even hugged and kissed me. Rachael said, “congratulations you have graduated from toddler girl to teenage girl.” “ You are going to share a room with 3 other girls,” she told me. She explained that I would dress like a girl, act like a girl, and learn to serve girls.“Your chastity device will be removed tomorrow, I hope you’ve learned to control yourself,” she continued. I was no longer going to have to wear diapers either. All this sounded good, maybe I can actually get out of this place soon. “Thanks Rachael,” I said, “I will be a good girl.” Then Nanny Susan came in my room to say goodbye. She said, “you will be transported to the girls dorm in the morning.” They both left the room and I was to spend my last night in a crib and diapers. My bird would be out of its cage too, and I was happy!
Never Tell Anyone That You Are Depressed, Part 4 (PG)
I awoke the next morning when my door was opened. Rachael came inside, she lowered the side of my crib. I was wet again and went to the diaper table. “Up here,” she said, “I’ll get you undressed, remove those wet diapers, and your chastity device.” “Yes mamm, thank you,” I said. What a relief, she gave me a pink robe and I was escorted to the bathing area. The same procedure was followed to remove my hair. This time Rachael bathed me. I started to get excited, but controlled my urge. She dried me off and combed my hair, which was now getting longer. She gave me pink nylon brief panties to put on, then a white training bra, white tights, and a pink leotards. She showed me how to dress, I was now embarrassed. This was standard day uniform for my girls dorm. This is great, I thought, moving in with 3 teenage girls.
I was escorted to room 201 upstairs. I was introduced to Stacy, Kim, and Mary. They looked cute in their leotards and tights. Greetings were exchanged and they quickly found out I was a man. They started giggling at me and smiling. Stacy said, “isn’t she cute girls, let’s keep him.” My dresser was packed with 7 pairs of nylon brief panties. All with a double nylon crotch and various pastel colors. There were 7 pairs of tights to match the panties and 7 matching leotards. In the closet hung several short nightgowns to sleep in. Also in the closet hung 3 plaid schoolgirl jumper uniforms and 3 white blouses with the Peter Pan collar. I was to wear these anytime out of the room. I was given 7 pairs or lacy socks and 3 pairs of Mary Jane shoes to complete the basic wardrobe.
Mrs. Jones came into the room and introduced herself as the dorm mother. She will be staying across the hall. She was stern looking, about 50, with her hair in a bun. She looked about 6’ and 200 lbs. “The rules are simple,” she explained,
1. Always be in proper uniform.
2. No personal contact among us.
3. Do all assigned chores.
4. Lights out at 11 o’clock.
“Punishment is simple too,” she said, “a spanking 1 hour before bedtime, in front of the others.” “You will strip to just your panties, go over my knee and take 10 whacks to your pantied behind, then 10 more on the bare butt.” “Bessie Sue,” she said, “you will serve these girls, you will keep this room spotless and do their laundry.” In return the girls have to teach me to dress properly, apply makeup, and act like a girl. I will attend Therapy, with Rachael my Psychiatrist and go to 2 hours of education daily. I will also attend physical therapy for my disabilities. Rachael and Mrs. Jones left the room so us girls could get acquainted, all duties start tomorrow. The girls taught me some basic make-up. How to use lipstick, blush, and eye shadow. They parted my blond hair down the middle and put in some pink hair pins. I could pass for a teenage girl now! In return I made the beds and dusted everything. This new arrangement was to last 4 months.
At noon we all removed our leotards and put on matching schoolgirl uniforms. There was no privacy except a small bathroom with a shower. That’s ok with me, I started to get excited, but I have done good learning control over that. We got many compliments on how cute we are on the way to the cafeteria. We sat and had a hot lunch and juice. My first solid food since arriving. Sitting and eating I noticed a warm feeling between my legs. I was peeing and could not stop it. Oh no, I thought, how will I hide this. When we got up to leave my jumper was soaked in the back. Stacy yelled, “look, Bessie Sue has wet herself, just like a baby.”
Mrs. Jones came over to see what the commotion was. She yelled, “you are incontinent young lady, back into diapers 24/7.” “You have a new job girls,” she said, “the 3 of you will clean and change Bessie Sue as needed.” “No, it was an accident, I don’t want to wear diapers.” I pleaded. “Ridiculous,” she said, “back to your rooms girls.” I will be there shortly and show you the proper way to dress and diaper her. We all went back to the room, the girls were enjoying this. Shortly, Mrs. Jones arrived carrying 7 girls slips with the wide shoulder straps. This was to replace the leotards for my daywear. She also had 7 pairs of vinyl w.p. panties to replace the regular ones. A man brought in a changing table with disposables and cloth diapers. Like before, it was fully stocked with everything. As Mrs. Jones undressed me in front of the girls my bed was replaced with my old crib. I would still be allowed to eat adult food.
On the changing table I went and Mrs. Jones cleaned me up. First she powdered me, then she put an X-plus disposable diaper on me. She slid a pair of yellow vinyl panties up and over my diaper. Then she put a yellow slip over my head, yellow lace socks, yellow tights, and matching ballet slippers. She had also brought 6 more pairs to match the socks. She put me in the crib and raised the sides. “Girls, this is how she is to be dressed in this room,” she said, “I will be back at 10, to give her a spanking for being so bad.” “Then I will show you how to put her in night time cloth diapers, so she can’t wet the bed.” she spoke while leaving. Suddenly I’m not too happy about things anymore. I’m going to be spanked in front of the girls! They reminded me all day long.
At around 8 pm the girls had me on the changing table and stripped me naked. They removed my wet diaper and cleaned me. This was too much, I got an erection as they diapered and dressed me. At 10 pm Mrs. Jones came in and back on the changing table I went. She stripped me naked and said, “In your case all twenty whacks on the bare bottom.” She sat in a chair in the middle of the room and the girls gathered around her. “Over my lap, now,” she said. I walked over and went over her knee, she had that damm paddle with the small holes. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, 5 times and instant pain and burning. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, 5 more and I start to cry. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, 5 more and I am kicking and screaming. The girls looked on with fear in their eyes knowing it could be one of them next time. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, 5 more and I’m crying uncontrollably. She knew how to swing that paddle! She ordered me on to the changing table and placed the 4-10-4 prefold under my butt. She powdered and diapered me tightly, put on my vinyl panties and tights. Then dressed me in a yellow nightgown. I went back in the crib and the side was put up, a pacifier was put in my mouth and tied around my neck. “Bedtime for all,” she said as she left the room.
The girls cleaned and changed me for about a month, ignoring any erections. They taught me to be very girlish. I in turn made the beds, did laundry, and kept the room clean. We all agreed to behave and avoid the spankings. I also attended physical therapy and attended my classes as a well behaved teenage girl. Rachael came by to see me and said she was proud of me. I curtseyed and said, “thank you Madam Rachael.” She liked that, but I was informed that I will have to stay in diapers now always since I am incontinent. Rachael gave me an affectionate hug and a kiss. “Take good care of her girls,” she ordered, “If Mrs. Jones finds her in a wet diaper, all three of you will be spanked before bed. They have been teasing me a lot, I was still embarrassed about all this. I hoped they slipped up and got in trouble so I could watch all 3 get spanked.
Another month went by without a major incident. What the girls didn’t know is that on several occasions I would be diapered with an erection and eventually have an orgasm. I was much happier than before, wearing that stupid chastity device. The girls were still teasing and humiliating me any chance they got, especially out of the room around others. I was still very nice to them, I served them like I was supposed to. Then one day they humiliated me in our room in front of their quests. They even changed me in front of them. This was too much, I decided to get even and came up with a plan. Every night Mrs. Jones came to our room at 10 to see that I was in dry night time diapers. I always was since they changed me 15 minutes earlier. At the end of the second month in the dorm, I decided to act. I peed my diapers after supper, but the girls waited to change me till 9:45 pm. I would usually pee again about 9 pm, it was difficult but I held it back. At about 5 minutes till 10 pm, I flooded my diapers and let it spread out. Mrs. Jones opened the door at 10 pm to check my diapers. She found out they were wet and she was mad. “Did the girls change you for bed?” she asked. “They put me in night diapers after supper tonight and haven’t checked me since,” I replied. “That’s not true,” the girls pleaded. “Of course it is,” Mrs. Jones yelled, “or he wouldn’t be wet!” She placed a chair in the center of the room, grabbed the paddle, and sat down. “All three of you girls get undressed down to your panties and sit at the end of your bed,” she ordered. This is great I thought, finally some revenge. I took a seat and watched. Each girl was naked except for panties, I could see their very nice breasts too.
“You’re first Kim,” she yelled, “over my knee, now!” Kim laid over Mrs. Jones’ knee. She picked up the paddle and gave her 5 hard swats. Kim screamed and then got 5 more. Down her panties came, another 5 and she was crying, kicking, and screaming. After the last 5 she was crying like a baby. She had a nice looking butt. This procedure was repeated for Mary and then Stacy. They also broke down and cried like babies. This is cool I thought, now we are even for all that teasing. “Look at you girls,” Mrs. Jones said, “Crying like little babies” I’m going to diaper the 3 of you for bed.” “No! not that too,” they cried. One at a time they went on the changing table and were put in the thick prefolds, vinyl panties, and their slips. Then she changed me into a dry night diaper, put me in the crib, and raised the side. Mrs. Jones put a pacifier in all of our mouths, she tied it around our necks. “No talking, its bedtime,” she yelled as she left the room.
The next month was a little more pleasant, at first. There was much less teasing, at least. We all did our chores and I attended psychotherapy, physical therapy, and school. The girls exercised and also attended classes. Spankings became more frequent, we all got spanked in class for minor offenses. Mrs. Jones did her usual 10 pm visits to see I was dry and diapered for bed. She decided that there would be regular spankings every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday before bed. This is for all four of us, so we know who’s boss. No one liked this, 20 whacks with that paddle, three times a week. The time went by and now my 3rd month as an incontinent teenage girl is over.
During the first week of the fourth month the teasing increased again. After all they were keeping me in diapers and changing my girl clothes daily. They even took me down for the baths to remove my hair now. The girls were whispering and smiling too much. I became more nervous, wondering what was up. A week later I found out. They got me good! One night I was laying in my crib, it was about 5 minutes before Mrs. Jones comes by at 10 pm. One girl suddenly got up and raised the side to my crib and locked it. I was trapped, while the other 2 girls messed up beds and the room. Mrs. Jones walked in right after that. She looked around and saw the mess. “Bessie Sue,” she yelled, “you didn’t do your chores this morning.” I was speechless. Stacy shouted, “he took his nap after lunch before doing his chores.” “Then she said, “I raised the side on his crib and locked it, so he couldn’t get out.” “Good girl,” said Mrs. Jones, “he’s not going to get away with it either.” She unlocked and lowered the side of the crib and ordered me onto the changing table. “No wait!” I cried, “I did the chores earlier.” “ We all know that’s not possible,” she replied. “Now you are going to get 2 bare bottom spankings with the paddle,” she yelled, “ the second one for lying.
The girls set the chair in the center of the room while my clothes and diapers were removed. Mrs. Jones sat in the chair, paddle in her hand. I had no choice so I walked over to her and went over her knee. She smacked me hard 10 consecutive times. This got me crying and screaming quickly. No rest, and 10 more a little slower. “Stopp, Stopp, it hurts!” I pleaded, now crying uncontrollably. “That’s your first spanking,” she said, “Now the second for your lying.” She gave me one good hard swat every 5 seconds till she reached 20. My ass stung and was on fire, as I continued to cry uncontrollably. Bad little girl, bad little girl, the girls kept saying. Back on the changing table, I was diapered for bed. First a thick disposable was put on me tightly. This was followed by a thick prefold pinned tightly over it, vinyl panties, tights, and my slip. I could hardly walk to the crib, I climbed in and the side was raised and locked. “You won’t sit for days,” she said leaving the room.
Things went along good for the next 2 weeks, except for the every Monday, Wednesday and Friday spankings. I’ve had enough of these spankings! The forth month was a week from ending. Rachael came to see me, “Congratulations,” she said, “you might be leaving here soon.” She hugged and kissed me. “Good news,” she said, “Now you get to have sex for the first time over again.”
Never Tell Anyone That You're Depressed, Conclusion (R)
“Wow! that’s great,” I said, “who am I going to have sex with.” “Me,” Rachael, replied, “I like you a lot.” She was wearing a short dress and stockings again. My crush on her is back and I told her about it. “Good,” she said, “if you please me you can leave here in one week.” “If you don’t, you will stay another month,” she explained, “with spankings before bed the first week.” No problem, I thought to myself, I haven’t had sex in 2 years. She left the room and said we had a date this Friday, in her room.
The days passed, me a teenage girl still in diapers. I am feeling a lot less depressed since being here. Although this whole situation has been quite shocking. I am really a 40 year old disabled construction worker. At least I used to be? Friday came along and the dorm girls bathed, diapered, and dressed me for my date with Rachael. They did my hair, makeup, and nails so I would look girlish. I was wearing a pink party dress and a pink petticoat.
I arrived at Rachael’s room at 7 pm. She is dressed as a little girl and looks hot! A very short yellow sun dress with matching white and yellow rumba panties. She is petite, about 5’ 6” and 120 lbs. Her long brown hair in 2 ponytails with yellow ribbons. We sat at her table and were served dinner in her room. We had steak, lobster, salad, and a baked potato. Champagne was served after desert. We took a walk afterwards, then went back to her room and started kissing.
She removed my party dress and tights. “You won’t need this stuff,” she said. I unzipped her yellow sundress and pulled it down below her chest. I removed her lacy bra and fondled her white, firm standing, and soft breasts. I licked her nipples to make them hard. She seemed to like it, I sure did. Next I pulled the dress all the way off. She was beautiful, I had her lie on her stomach and gave her a massage. I took off her pantyhose and then her panties. I was quite stimulated and wearing just diapers and vinyl panties. I licked her butt, that really got her attention. She was squirming and moaning a little. She rolled over and I knew what to do. “What a sexy woman you are!” I said. Then I licked her crotch for quite a while. Then I removed my vinyl panties and diapers. I had a huge erection, I better act now before it’s too late. I got on top of her and we had sexual intercourse for a long time. There was led in the pencil! We made love for a couple more hours. She was exhausted and so was I. Mrs. Jones came to get me. She diapered and dressed me and we went back to the dorm. It was bedtime, 11 o’clock, the girls were in bed.
Saturday morning Mrs. Jones came into the dorm. “Congratulations,” she said, “You will be leaving us Monday morning.” “Madame Rachael was pleased with your performance,” she explained. She will be by to see you Sunday at 1 pm. “As a reminder of your stay here in the dorm, I have a surprise,” stated Mrs. Jones. “Stacy, Kim, and Mary will each give you 10 whacks with the paddle,” she said. “It will be tonight before bed, she laughed.” The girls smiled and said they can’t wait. “No,” I said, “that’s not fair.” “There’s no getting out of it,” said Mrs. Jones, “you do as you’re told.” All day the girls kept teasing me about this.
At 10 pm Mrs. Jones arrived, she had a paddle with small holes only this one was longer. The girls got me on the changing table and stripped me naked. I started to get excited. “That won’t last long,” said Mrs. Jones, “stand away from the changing table and lean forward on it, now!” “Girls, you are to swing hard and smack both cheeks with this long paddle,” she ordered. “Yes mamm,” they all replied smiling. That’s not good I thought, this is going to really hurt! “I’ll go first,” Stacy yelled as she grabbed the paddle. I was already in position when she walked up and gave me 3 hard whacks. Ouch, that stung and I stood up. I immediately went back in position. She laid 7 straight on me, and I couldn’t stand still. “I’m next,” Kim said as she jumped up and got the paddle. “Stand still and don’t move for all 10,” ordered Mrs. Jones. “Yes mamm,” I muttered. Stacy, with a big smile gave me 5 hard whacks and stopped. I was in tears now and begging them to stop this. I didn’t move and she whacked me 5 more hard ones. “This is a final lesson to be obedient to all women and serve them,” lectured Mrs. Jones. Now Mary has the paddle, she is the biggest, oldest, and strongest of the three girls. I forced myself back into position crying hard now. Mary swung way back and landed one hard whack every 10 seconds till she reached 10. By the time she finished I was broken. I will obey all women I promised. My ass stung and was on fire. They put me in the corner for 30 minutes while they taunted and teased me. Finally, I was back on the changing table, diapered and dressed for bed. I was locked in the crib.
Rachael came to see me at 1 pm Sunday, I couldn’t sit down to talk to her. “I see you got your surprise from Mrs. Jones,” she laughed. Rachael made me promise to serve all females and be a well behaved little girl. I promised and said, “You have taught me well, thank you.” “I have a different kind of surprise for you Bessie Sue,” she said. I was escorted to the parking lot. There sat a Cadillac SUV, brand new. “Who’s car is that?” I asked. “Yours,” she said, “If you’ll marry me." I was in love with her, I said yes and gave her a hug and a kiss. We had a quick wedding ceremony in the chapel. Then we left in the SUV for 2 days in Niagara Falls for a honeymoon. Me as a teenage girl of course and in diapers for incontinence. I have never been happier in my life. We had 2 beautiful days of sex, companionship, and love. My depression is gone and I am now wealthy.
It’s now Wednesday morning and the honeymoon is over. I must first drop Madame Rachael off at the Hospital, then drive my SUV out to our country estate. I sure hope I don’t ever get pulled over by the law dressed as a teenage girl in diapers. I am very happy as I am waived thru the security gate. A large 2 story house in the distance is completely surrounded by a 10 foot wall. I drove up to the house which was immaculately landscaped. I walked inside, my new home is huge and very clean. There is no sign of any of the yard workers or servants.
I went upstairs to the master bedroom, first door on the right. I walked inside and was shocked! The bedroom was a huge adult baby nursery. It was painted babyish colors and everything else was totally babyish too. There was a crib, high chair, changing table, and a playpen. The closet was full of baby dresses, rompers, and bubble onesies. The dressers were packed with diapers. Lots of them, cloth prefolds, 36”x36” square cloth diapers, and the rectangular ones with pinked edges. I saw stacks of disposable diapers too. There were stacks of vinyl diaper pants and locking wp rumba panties. The changing table was large and fully stocked. What’s going on I thought, I’m not a baby anymore, I’m a teenage girl with a car to drive.
Suddenly, I was startled when I heard a familiar voice behind me, it was Nanny Susan. “Hello Baby Bessie Sue,” she said. “I’m not a baby anymore,” I cried. “You will be shortly,” she replied, “Madame Rachael has hired me to care for you,” she said. She explained that Madame Rachael has always wanted a cute little baby girl. That’s what I am to be from now on. There was one exception. When needed I was to serve Madame Rachael and any female quest when asked. I would be properly dressed as a French Maid, diapered for incontinence. “I was hired to take care of you 24/7” Nanny Susan stated. “The SUV has been signed over to me as a bonus for signing a 5 year employment contract.” “I am going to immediately regress you back to babyhood,” she said. “You will eat only baby food and formula,” she continued. “You can’t do this to me,” I yelled, freaking out. Then it was explained that I was released from the Behavioral Correction Center and signed into the total custody of Madame Rachael, my new wife.
I was told that I would be spanked regularly and to be a very good little girl baby and servant. Madame Rachael will show me off to her friends and business relations. Madame Rachael is a Lesbian, but will still have sex with me once a month, if I deserve it. “No!” I shouted, “You can’t do this to me.” I became hysterical when Nanny Susan said I would never leave here again. I ran for the door, but Nanny Susan (6’8” and 280 lbs.) scooped me off my feet and up into her arms. I was wet and needed changing. She carried me over to the changing table and laid me down and undressed me. Suddenly, she picked me up in her arms and sat down in a chair in the middle of the room. I was kicking and screaming as she laid me over her knee. “I am going to whip you into submission,” she said, “nothing you can do about it.” She picked up the wooden paddle with the small holes in it and let me have it. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, I was in tears and I just lost my new SUV, my freedom, and am going to be a full time baby or servent for the rest of my life. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, my ass stung and was now on fire. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, I was kicking and screaming, now crying uncontrollably. Nanny Susan yelled, “shut up and be good, Madame Rachael is out of town for a week.” She said, “I am going to spank you hard every day while she’s gone.” Now in shock, I could not believe that the beautiful girl I married would do this to me, she tricked me. How am I going to get out of here. WWhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, wwhap, I am whipped into submission!
She stood up with me in her arms. She carried me over to the changing table and placed me on it. She powdered my crotch and very sore, red behind. I was then diapered in a thick prefold and a pair of white/pink locking vinyl rumba panties. Next she put me in a white/pink baby dress and a pair of pink tights. She placed me in my crib, raised the side, and locked it. “I will be back in 2 hours to feed you lunch,” Nanny Susan said. She left the room, closed the door, and locked it from the outside. I looked around and there were steel bars over the windows. I was now very depressed again. How will I ever get out of here!
THE END
This is a story I made up, it is for entertainment purposes. Some details are actually true. For example I did get badly injured and saw a therapist Rachael for depression.
