Babysitter Bondage (An Age Play Story)

by Shire, Devon

  The laughter spilled out of my opened mouth until my jaw hurt. My cheeks ached with the exertion, but I didn’t care. I had only one goal, but even then I failed.

  Mia kept tickling me, and those impulses took up most of my attention except for the stream shooting down between my legs. The layers of tick diaper kept it from leaking out, but I was wetting again.

  My little sister must have noticed the shift in my expression because she sat up straight and watched. She looked down and saw my diaper start to sag despite the plastic panties’ support. As I panted and gasped my way back to equilibrium, I fought to regain control of myself, but just like with Trevor, my body refused to obey. I couldn’t tighten my muscles or clench and get it to stop.

  Mia watched, clearly amazed. I risked a glance at her and she started clapping! She couldn’t believe this but was obviously savoring my humiliation. For years, I had been the serious, the mature one. I had been the one my parents left in charge on those weekends when they went out of town. Only four years separated us, and yet she had always been the baby sister.

  Now it was my turn.

  Finally, I stopped wetting. My diaper soaked up most of the hot urine, but I could tell any moment would cause the diaper to slosh and squelch.

  “Oh, did you wet your diaper?” she asked with faux sympathy.

  I nodded, hoping cooperation might make this go a bit easier on me. For once, I was eager to have my diaper changed. I didn’t care if they teased me or made me wear something frilly and embarrassing. So long as I didn’t have to waddle around in a soaked diaper, I would be grateful. Besides, until I could get into something clean, Mia would never listen to me.

  “You did! You wet your diaper! I can’t believe it,” she shook her head, clearly amazed and amused at the same time. “You’ve always been so keen on proving you’re more mature. But just look at you now. Oh, nothing to say? Are you too busy sucking on your binky?”

  My eyes narrowed at her, which only provoked more laughter. Mia giggled some more and told me to follow.

  “Don’t forget her leash,” Trevor said helpfully. I threw him a baleful glance, but he didn’t care. He wanted my sister. And he wanted to humiliate me.

  Mia chuckled again, then had the gall to pat me on the head too. I seethed and bit down, fighting every urge to talk down to her again. It didn’t matter that I had to move around in a soaked diaper. She couldn’t do this to me!

  Except she could.

  There was nothing to stop her, and Trevor motioned for her to continue. Gritting my teeth, I felt her take up the loose weight of my leash, wrap it around her hands, and give my bottom a little swat. I got off the couch, crawled onto the floor, and tried to stand.

  Some part of me hoped that my body had recovered enough to walk or at least toddle again. Apparently not. Right away, I could tell the weakness lingered throughout my body. It was as if all of my strength had been drained away. With a few more seconds or minutes, I might have been able to marshal the necessary strength. I worked out routinely. One drug shouldn’t have been able to so easily incapacitate me.

  But I didn’t get those seconds or minutes. My little sister took my leash and gave it a tug. I tried another whimpered plea through the pacifier, but she just shrugged as if to say this had to happen.

  That gave me hope.

  I started to think that maybe this show of humiliation was for Trevor’s benefit. Maybe she really wanted out of her relationship, but didn’t know what to say! It could totally be like that. With that thought warming my heart, I scampered after her and even managed to ignore the wagging of my diapered butt.

  She walked me right back to the nursery and nodded for me to go in through the open door. I crawled onto the carpet and spun around as she shut the door behind her.

  I looked up, hopeful and eager. I kept thinking she was going to untie the pacifier. That was the first step. If she did, then I had real reason to think I could get out of here. She was my sister, after all. Family. She wouldn’t want to see me so demeaned and degraded, no matter what other tiffs we’d had in the past.

  Mia reached down for the bow and untied it. I spat out the pacifier. The sight of it hitting the carpet filled me with unspeakable glee.

  “Thank you! Thank you so much! Now quick, help me out of here. I don’t care about the diaper. We can deal with it later.”

  Standing back up, Mia crossed her arms. “Always so bossy,” she said. “What makes you think I’d listen to anything you have to say? You’re just a naughty little girl.”

  My stomach started to sink. It felt as though a hole might open up and swallow me, letting me fall forever. Ignoring those doubts, I went back to the fact that Mia wouldn’t let me remain like this. It just wasn’t possible.

  “Look, Mia, please, we have to get out of here.”

  “Do we now? Because I thought you needed a change. Oh, and I still owe you a spanking, don’t I?”

  Before I could stammer out some kind of response, Mia grabbed the leash again and gave a hard tug. I nearly fell onto my chest. Hoping to talk some sense into her, I crawled after her. She took me back to the changing table, leaned down, and helped me back to my feet. I didn’t resist, if only because I was nervous she might call Trevor to come in and help her with me.

  I got onto the changing table. With surprising strength, Mia forced me down onto my back. I tried talking to her. I tried to convince her that we were sisters and she had to help me.

  “Have to help you?” she sneered. “I don’t have to do anything. You’re a naughty girl. You thought you could come over here and tell my boyfriend to break up with me. Such a naughty, naughty girl.” Mia never would have talked like that. She only did it to make me flush, and it worked.

  “Please,” I tried again, letting that one plaintive syllable trail off.

  “Okay.”

  “You’ll help me?” I asked, hopeful with my hands at my sides.

  “Sure,” she said a tad bit too sweetly. “I’ll help you.” She smiled down at me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. It seemed weird, but I wasn’t about to question any good fortune I happened to receive. With her body blocking out most of my sight, I didn’t notice her pick up the nylon strap. I didn’t realize she could loop it over my wrist without me noticing, not until I felt the pull of the material tighten around my skin.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting you strapped in. It’s for your own safety,” she said with an exaggerated nod. I couldn’t help but think of Trevor and how he used the same expression.

  I raised my other fist, desperate to get the first strap off. Mia grabbed my hand and forced it down. She strapped my second wrist into place, locking me down. “Now, you’re going to get a spanking no matter what, but if you give me a hard time, you’re going to be in a lot more trouble. Understand, baby girl?”

  “I’m not a baby!”

  “Really?” she asked, sounding genuinely curious. “Then how do you explain this?” She placed her hand on my diaper and pressed down. I felt the rush of heat again. It lingered and clung to me. I couldn’t escape those stupid feelings, no matter how hard I tried.

  “Look, he forced me into this.”

  “And you let him,” Mia tossed back. “Face it. All our lives, you’ve tried to convince yourself you were more mature. You thought you were smarter and prettier, but in the end, you’re back in diapers, completely powerless to stop any of this from happening.”

  “I just wanted to help,” I said. Even to my own ears, that came off as meek and pathetic. “I thought I could show you how to be better.”

  “You thought you were my babysitter. You thought you could control me,” Mia said. “Well, big sister, for once, you’re going to be powerless. And to start your new stage in life, I’m going to change your diaper.”

  “Please, not you.”

  “Sorry, Claire, you don’t
get the choice. You get to lay there and wiggle or cry, but that’s about it. You’re going to learn to be a good, sweet little girl. I know it sounds rough, but I promise Trevor and I will be there to take such good, good care of you.”

  The desperation and dread swirled through me, but for one shining moment it gave way to rage. I yanked on my straps, pulling them with all my might. It wasn’t much. It certainly wasn’t enough, so Mia got to laugh at my expense one more time before she got a fresh diaper.

  Unlike Trevor, she needed a bit more time. That, or Mia just wanted to savor my humiliation. She got to strip me of the soiled diaper, wipe me off, and powder me thoroughly. All the while, she hummed to herself like a parent or babysitter absentmindedly taking care of a sweet, innocent child.

  Once I was cleaned up, Mia got out a fresh diaper. This one was pink too and had a set of imprinted hearts. I didn’t want to wear it. She knew how much I hated ultra feminine clothes, but then that was the point. She wanted to take away my adulthood and force me into an infantile prison.

  Mia opened the new diaper and ordered me to lift my butt. I longed to respond with rigid defiance, but then I remembered Trevor. It would be so easy for him to come in here, lift my legs by my ankles, and let her slide the diaper under me anyway. I dreaded the possibility of them working together on me.

  “Please, please don’t do this,” I said again and again as she pulled the diaper up and taped it back into place. Before long, I was diapered again. The span of freedom only lasted a few seconds.

  Mia ripped the Velcro restraints free and helped me off the bed. Right away, I tumbled down to my knees. With the leash still connected, I had no choice but to follow her. To my ultimate chagrin, Mia took me back to the rocking chair.

  She forced me onto her lap. I tried to stay on my back, but she flipped me over. All of a sudden, she just seemed to strop. My baby sister had no trouble maneuvering me like a doll. My struggles counted for nothing.

  On my stomach, I wiggled and tried again, “Please, Mia. Please, I’m sorry I tried to break up you and your boyfriend.”

  “It’s okay,” she said breezily. “I think you’ll learn your lesson soon enough.”

  “Yes!” I agreed, simpering to get out of another spanking. “Mia, I’ve learned my lesson. Okay? I’ve learned to be a good girl.”

  “Then you’ll thank me when I’m done spanking you,” she informed me.

  My eyes bugged. Her hand struck the back of my thigh. I heard the clap as the sensation rolled through my system. I tried to sit up, but do anything really, but her hand came down again.

  “Naughty girl, thinking you could be an adult. But you’re not an adult, are you? You’re just a silly baby.”

  “I’m not a baby,” I muttered. But then, I lifted my chin and looked my sister in the eyes, “I’m not a baby! Okay? You need to understand, I don’t care what you two do to me. I’m not a toddler! I’m not an infant! You’re making me wet. That doesn’t count! I can walk!” Once those words left my mouth, my chest rose and fell. It felt like I had just done something very difficult and very important.

  Mia disagreed. She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, “Silly, silly. You can’t just say you’re a big girl. That’s not how it works. No, it’s not.”

  “Mia, you can’t do this to me!” I squealed. I even kicked up and down, swinging my legs against nothing. All the while, Mia watched with her hands on me, effectively pinning me. She did speak, as though she simply had to wait for this latest tantrum to pass.

  It did, and she was right.

  “Fine. What do you want?”

  “Tell me I won, and I’ll give you something you really need.”

  “And if I don’t?” Ever since Trevor tricked me, I didn’t think she would give me anything I wanted or needed. No, this was another game.

  “Well, we’re not done with your spanking, are we?” Her eyes gleamed, and I could hear the glee in her voice. She must have wanted to see me brought low for a long time. All of her frustration and resentment at being the little sister who always got bossed around streamed out of her.

  She spanked me.

  She spanked me hard, slapping my skin until it simmered with red welts. I could practically feel the outline of her fingers where they clapped down. She spanked me again, stripping my lungs of air as I struggled to maintain control of myself.

  My eyes started to water again, and my lower lip shook. I couldn’t control it or make my body obey me. I wished I could have been some monk able to block out the sensations.

  “Is she being naughty?” Trevor leaned against the doorway, all calm and smooth, as if the sight of a college grad getting spanked by her childish sister happened every day.

  Mia stopped the spanking. In fact, she started to pet me, stroking my ravaged skin. Now incredibly sensitive, I prickled at her touch as she petted the back of my thighs. More than once, she moved her hand up to my diapered bottom. She gave tight little squeezes to make the plastic crinkle and remind me what had been done to me. I wanted to smack her. I pictured Mia on my lap, getting spanked like a little brat. The thought made me grin.

  “A bit,” Mia said and shrugged. “I’m just not sure how to convince her of the truth.”

  “What truth?” I hissed.

  “That you’re a little girl at heart, that you’ve always been the immature one.”

  “But it’s true!” I whined. Even to my ears, I could tell my reply sounded like something a preschooler might have hollered.

  “We could always do some baby pictures. I think that might make it very clear who’s in charge, who’s the adult, and who’s the baby,” he explained. He strolled over and crouched down to look into my face. “Would you like that? Would you like us to take lots of pictures of you? That way, you’d know someone always had proof that you’re just a little diaper girl.”

  Before, he teased me and my face turned red. The blush usually came in waves, simmering through my skin and turning me a bright shade of crimson, scarlet, or burgundy.

  Not this time.

  This time, the color drained from my body. For a heartbeat, perhaps two, my body went numb. I pictured all of the hard work I put in through middle school, high school, and college. I had toiled so much and worked so hard to come off as an adult. Then a few pictures would mean that I looked like a baby girl. They had me diapered. They could dress me however they want. And with enough spanking, I had no doubt they could get me to speak any words they want. I would debase myself in front of a camera. And then what? They could send those pictures to potential employers or the professors I needed for letters of recommendation.

  “Not that,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

  “Oh, I think she’s shy,” Trevor said.

  “No. Not even a little.” While there might have been some sympathy in Trevor’s voice, my sister spoke with nothing but contempt, “Little Claire here has always loved the spotlight. She doesn’t care who gives her attention, so long as everyone is focused on her.”

  “I’m sorry,” I started to say, but her hand smacked my thigh again. I hissed through the pain and remained quiet.

  “She definitely wants to pose for us.”

  “Should we get her dressed up?” Trevor asked. “Or just leave her in the diaper?”

  “Let’s do the diaper first,” Mia said. Rolling me off her lap, she forced me back onto my hands and knees. I wanted to freeze up again, to simply grab onto the carpet and never let go, but she pulled on my leash. The stinging continued through my legs and skin. I couldn’t do it.

  I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to give myself up to my little sister and hope she might demonstrate some sort of compassion.

  She walked me across the room and pulled open a drawer. From it, she took out a digital camera. I watched in horror as she slid the cover down and the red light came to life.

  “You don’t h
ave to pose yet,” she told me. Raising the camera, she aimed it at me. I looked away, futilely trying to hide my face. I only had the diaper on now. No shirt, no cover, nothing to hide me from the truth or the camera’s lens.

  Mia clicked the button, and the camera caught my image. Stored somewhere in its electronic memory was me, diapered and sitting on my butt with my legs crossed in front of me. I was exposed.

  Mia started to click several more pictures. Then she started to pose me. Again, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t know how to, not anymore. A small voice deep down inside of me kept saying it had been less than a day, but now she had pictures! They could post them online. They could email them wherever they wanted.

  I should have thought of some way to get the camera away from her, at least before she sent them out. If I had been smarter, I would have thought of strategies or schemes. But right as I started to rally and try to figure out some good way to get the pictures away from her, I heard another click, only this time it didn’t come from Mia’s device.

  I turned my head slowly and found Trevor standing there, a different lens aimed at me. My lips must have turned into a hard line because he chuckled, “Oh, pouty little girl.” He had his phone aimed at me. He was recording me! “Don’t worry,” he said, seeming to read my thoughts again, “This is going online right away, straight to my personal account. No chance of losing it!”

  My face went white again as defeat crashed down on me. I couldn’t do anything now. Getting the camera away might have been possible. I heard another click. But if the footage went online, to be stored in some cloud network, then I didn’t have a chance.

  “Let’s pose her!” Mia said.

  “Go for it.”

  “I just changed her, so I think she’ll be good.” They talked about me like I wasn’t even there. Finally, Mia turned her attention back to me, “Stand up, turn around, and spread your legs. I want to get a nice shot of your little diaper butt!”