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Super Bowl Sunday
Oh would that be cool to have some guys over to watch the game and dada! I will call up the guys and invite them over. I know they will want to cheer the Tampa Bay Buccaneers onto their first Super Bowl win against the Raiders!!! We can have a pre-game BBQ. I ran for my PDA to look up their numbers and give them a call.
When I was done inviting the guys, I stood up from the chair only to realize it was wet. Daddy was furious. I did not even know I had wet my pants in all the excitement. Daddy pulled down my pants and hauled me over his knee for a spanking. Swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat!!! Over and over Daddies hand made contact with my bare ass, leaving it red as a ripe cherry. When he was thru, I was maked to crawl over to the corner and kneel with my nose pressed into the corner. It seemed like eternity until Daddy told me to crawl to the bedroom.
Once there, I had to crawl up onto the pad on the bed. Restraints were locked on my wrists that were connected to the headboard. A pacifier gag was inserted in my mouth and strapped on. Daddy proceeded to shave my crotch smooth as well as my ass. Next, he shoved a suppository up my ass and grabbed a big stack of diapers. Layer after layer were placed on top of the other, making a super thick diaper. Daddy grabbed my ankles, fastened them in the restraints connected to the hoist. A quick pull of the rope and my legs were up in the air. Daddy adjusted the diapers under my butt, spread some ointment on my cheeks and powder my cheeks. Lowering my legs onto the soft thick diapers cushioned my sore cheeks.
More ointment and powder were added to my silky smooth crotch making me smell like a baby. The thick diapers were pulled up between my spread legs and pinned on tight around my waist with locking diaper pins. Baby print plastic pants were then snapped on over the diapers. My restraints were removed and I was told to crawl to the living room. I tried to crawl off the bed but these diapers were so thick, I could not close my legs enough so I could crawl. It took quite an effort but I dragged myself out to the living room. I was placed in the playpen and left to contemplate my situation. I began to fear what the rest of the weekend would be like. . .especially since the guys were coming over tomorrow for the party and game.
Soon, Daddy arrived with a baby bib and tied it around my neck. He put cartoons on the TV and began spoon feeding me some nasty baby food. I tried to spit it out but Daddy shoved it back in. . .making me to swallow. When he was done, he wiped my face and removed the bib. I was given a baby bottle of warm milk and began to suck on it. Soon I grew tired and felt a rumble in my pants while drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to Daddy the RV still on Cartoon Network but it was dark outside. My diapers were soaked and leaking. I started to move and felt the mess in my diapers squish all over my smooth baby butt. Daddy heard me moving about the playpen and came over to check on me. I had been in that diaper for 8 hours and had a nice rash beginning to form. Daddy asked me if I learned my lesson to which I quickly agreed. He was not sure and said he will decide tomorrow morning if I was to wear diapers tomorrow or not. I was changed out of the diaper and put in the tub.
Daddy gave me a bubble bath where I played with my toy boats in the tub. Daddy scrubbed my body from head to toe. I was helped out of the tub and dried off with a big fluffy towel. He combed my hair as I sat on the floor and brushed my teeth. I crawled back onto the changing pad on the bed for my diapers. I was dressed in my locking sleeper over the thick nighttime diapers and plastic pants.
Daddy had me crawl up into the highchair in the kitchen and fed me dinner. I don’t know what it was but think it was leftover from Daddies dinner that was pureed in the blender. It was not appetizing in the slightest but I was hungry and knew not to spit it out. Daddy let me cuddle up to him while we watched a movie and then told me it was bedtime for the baby. Daddy tucked me into the crib in the nursery and fastened the restraints to my hands and ankles. Daddy told me that if my diapers were dry in the morning, I would not have to wear diapers when the guys were here for the game. I nursed on a baby bottle of warm milk and quickly fell asleep worried whether or not I would awaken dry.
Morning came and I woke up to Daddies cold hand inside my warm diaper. He looked at me with disappointment. I was mortified. He shook his head and walked away to get more diapers. I sat there and cried. How would I face the guys wearing diapers? What would they think? Maybe I could fake an illness. . ..no. . ..he would know what I was doing. Tears streamed down my cheeks, fearing what was to come. . .ashamed of what I did. Why did I have to wet the bed? Why? Why? Why?
Daddy came back over and removed the restraints, wet sleeper and diapers. I had not realized the sleeper was wet as well. I was put in the shower and told to clean up. When I was done, daddy had the crib sheets changed and laying in a pile on the floor with my wet clothes and diaper. He changed me into some thick diapers, double cloth triple folded inside an attends and pink baby print plastic pants. I was going to protest but knew better. I was told to put the laundry in the washer and then come eat. I wasted no time and got the laundry loaded and met daddy at the table.
I was placed in the highchair with a bib on and a bowl was placed in front of me. Daddy gave me a spoon and I fed myself some oatmeal and drank my juice from my baby bottle. When I finished my big bowl of oatmeal, Daddy came over with another bowl and I was ordered to finish it. I was very full already and but maked it down. As Daddy cleaned up the dishes, I was told to take out the trash. It was a bit cool outside as I reached for a long coat to hide the diapers, Daddy told me no! I was to walk to the trash cans wearing only my diapers. I was worried that a neighbor would see me this way but did as I was told. Luckily, no one saw me.
Daddy ushered me to my room and dressed me in some thin white nylon wind pants over my diapers covered in the pink baby print plastic pants. Anyone could see the diapers thru those pants. I was allowed to wear a short Buccaneers sweatshirt that barely came to the waist. . .letting the diapers poke out the rear of the waist in plain view. Daddy grabbed his keys and announced we had to go to the store to get party supplies. I was mortified! How could he take me to the store this way? What if I run into someone from work? We got in the car and headed out.
The store was packed with fans gathering party supplies. I was getting lots of looks and giggles from men and women in the store. One young boy said to his mommy, “look mommy, he is wearing girlie diapers!” I was red faced for sure. Daddy made a point of going down the baby aisle and picking up a new pacifier, bottle, powder, wipes and lotion. We headed for the aisle with the adult diapers and he made a big deal about not having the diapers I normally wear. . ..and how these diapers might not hold it all since I am a heavy wetter. . .and these will have to work for now. He handed me the pack of Depends and made me carry then around the store as he gathered the snacks for the party.
At the checkout, Daddy made a point of further humiliating me by telling the cashier to give the diapers to me to carry as I was the one who wets his pants and bed and needs them. The cashier was a cute guy I had seen out at some of the bars. He was standing there looking shocked as he handed me the diapers. He said, I never knew. . .and laughed. Daddy also took the pacifier from the package and stuck it in my mouth as we left the register, heading for the car. I was so red faced as I walked past the other customers.
When we got home, I asked Daddy if I could wear jeans over the diapers when the guys were here. He warned me that if my diapers leak, I will regret it. I agreed as I did not want the guys to find out. He let me dress in loose baggy jeans and a long Buccaneers football jersey to hide the bulk of the diapers. We put the highchair, playpen, etc in the nursery so the guys would not see them.
Soon the guys arrived and we sat around drinking soda and munching on snacks that Daddy prepared. Soon the game started and time quickly passed with the score being close the whole game. At half time, Daddy came over and checks my diapers only to find they are full and leaking into my pants. The guys were unaware I am in thick diapers and pink baby pants. Daddy scolded me, saying what a bad boy I was. I defended myself as I was caught up in the game. He wanted to hear nothing of it and pushed me down on the floor.
The guys thought we were having a lovers quarrel and ignored us at first until Daddy began to undo my pants. I pleaded with him not to but he told me I best lay there and be quiet or it will be worse! There was a gasp as he pulled off my pants, revealing my thick wet diapers inside the pink baby print plastic pants. They stared in disbelief as he removed them and exposed my shaved smooth crotch. I thought I would die of embarrassment. Daddy cleaned me up with baby wipes and stuck a finger up my butt then powdered my butt and crotch. Daddy placed some thick bulky diapers under my butt and tightly pinned them on. The guys were giggling and poking fun at me as I lay there, tears streaming down my face.
Daddy threatens the others that if they tease me, they too will end up in diapers for the rest of the game. A hush fell over the room as Daddy dressed me in blue baby print plastic pants and a short Buccaneers t-shirt. He decided not to put me back in my "big boy clothes" since I leaked in them. It will also make it easier for him to check my pants to see if I need changing.
To my horror, Daddy went to the nursery and brought out the play pen and set it up in the middle of the room. He announced that the Baby will sit in it to finish watching the game so he doesn’t leak all over the furniture. You pop a pacifier in my mouth and come back minutes later with a bib and baby bottle full of warm milk. You gently tie the bib around my neck and remove the pacifier...placing the baby bottle between my lips as I try to resist. You pop my behind and warn me to be a good baby and suck my bottle or I will get a good over the knee spanking. I cry as I open my lips and take the nipple. Dada caresses my tummy while holding my head in his arm, feeding me the bottle.
The guys are trying not to laugh as they watch with shocked looks on their faces. Everyone forgot about the game and was watching my humiliation unfold. When done with the bottle, I begin to feel my bowels rumble...oh no!! Dada stuck a suppository up my butt while changing me and soon I will be messing my diapers in front of the guys! Oh god, try to hold it....oh.......ahhhhhh......mmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!
Daddy pats my thickly diapered bottom as my bowels erupt into my diapers. The guys are laughing by now and making comments about the stink. Daddy said I will have to wait until the game is over to be changed so we don’t interrupt the guys watching the game. By now the half time show was over and the third quarter had already begun. The guys resumed watching the game, taunting me during the breaks and laughing at me. Daddy had enough and went to the nursery. He returned moments later with 4 sets of diapers and plastic pants. . .one for each of the guys. “I warned you” he said. The room went silent. . ..
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