Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Billy’s future

NOTE: This scenario is a fantasy continuation of this post from a friend of mine:

https://pleasemaamno.tumblr.com/post/636968272886218752/billy-had-just-learned-all-about-swearing-he-was

Billy’s heart raced as he pushed open the door slightly and peered inside his sister’s room. There was Samantha, beautiful, blond, apparently changing into her sleeping clothes for the night. Samantha was staying over with Billy’s sister Adalyn. Adalyn was in the shower and Billy was spying on Samantha for a moment, feeling himself growing more aroused by the second.

Of course, having Samantha around reminded Billy of the fateful night a few years ago when his sister and her friends had stripped him naked and spanked him for swearing, a night he’d replayed over and over in his mind - the most humiliating, yet somehow most thrilling and erotic, experience of his entire life. He hated that he had loved it so much, and felt a strange and inexplicable urge to endure another spanking from a girl.

The boy had lost sight of Samantha as he remembered the night of the spanking, and suddenly the door was pulled inward and the boy fell to the floor at Samantha’s bare feet. The girl, wearing her top but in her panties, pushed the door closed and before Billy could move, she had him pinned down beneath her.

“Let me go!” He cried, blushing at his quick capture and feeling embarrassed that he was aroused.

“Sssshhh,” Samantha urged. “Just relax, you know I’ve got you. Just surrender, Billy, you’re my prisoner now.”

Somehow, her words both calmed him and made his humiliation and arousal worse. How could that be? He relaxed beneath her.

“I surrender,” he told her. “I’m your prisoner.”

“Good boy,” Samantha told him. The boy was already shirtless - he’d been preparing to go to bed himself when he realized Samantha might be changing. She turned him over and reached for her pants nearby, and ordered the boy to put his hands behind his back. When he obeyed, she bound his wrists with her belt.

“Why are you tying me up?” Billy cried. “What if Adalyn gets out of the shower?”

“Oh, you’re her prisoner for the night too,” Samantha explained. “But I am not entirely sure you’re not going to enjoy it, at least a little.”

Samantha put him on his knees, then walked over to the bed. She sat down and looked at him.

“Now,” Samantha started. “Do you remember the night me and the other girls spanked you?”

He dropped his gaze, embarrassment filling him. “Yes.”

She paused. “I noticed that little body of yours had a bit of a reaction,” she told him. “Now it’s time to see if I can get that same reaction from you. Walk over here, and I will take off those pants of yours and put your naked body over my thighs for another spanking.”

Tears sprang into his eyes. He didn’t want another spanking, but he knew, without a doubt, it was about to happen to him anyway. He was already captured and tied up.

The boy rose on shaky legs and moved to the beautiful female. She whisked off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked before her, and then ordered him to get across her legs. Billy stared at her thighs a moment and heaved a sigh of surrender as he lay across them, feeling his privates against her smooth legs. She caressed his bottom.

“Time for you to be spanked,” Samantha told him. “And I am sure this will not be the last time you get spanked over my legs, silly Billy.”

What a Girl Wants

Your best friend smiles sweetly at you as you waddle to her, grateful the music is loud enough to drown out the crinkling of your diaper.

Your loaded diaper.

You wonder if she saw you squatting down behind the bar, filling your diaper. You had been so careful finding a secluded space to do your business.

It wasn’t easy—the bar was busy as ever for a Saturday afternoon. But you’d even managed to slip away from Daddy! Surely nobody saw you!

Yet, as you approached Jen, you weren’t so sure.

Does she know?

“Hey, cutie!” Jen said happily over the Kesha song in the background, “You hear the song? This used to be our jam!”

It had been your jam, back in college. When you two were inseparable. All those memories came flooding back.

Those were the days.

Back when you wore bikinis, drank cheap vodka, and closed bars together. Back when you used to compete to see who could get the most numbers from boys, laughing at their desperate, pathetic attempts to hook up with you.

People say it’s time to grow up after you graduate college. Jen did—but not you.

“Sweetie?” Jen asked, “Earth to Emmy?”

You snapped out of your reverie—back to reality and your messy diaper.

“What? Oh, yeah!” you answered, “Gosh, this song reminds me of Spring Break! I miss it!”

Jen smiled again. You tried to hide your jealousy. Jen looked so beautiful in her bikini—and there you were, hoping to hide your bulging, messy diaper.

She takes a breath. “Emmy…come here,” she says seriously, “What’s going on? You’re hiding something…”

You take a tentative step forward. “A-am not!” you say too quickly, sounding more like a toddler than adult.

Jen laughs. “Oh? You’re not, are you? Then I see no reason why you’d be nervous for me to check that diaper of yours.”

“Jen!” you shriek, looking around nervously to see if anyone heard, “No!”

“I’m not gonna ask again, Emmy. Turn around. Now.”

Red-faced and near tears, you obey your best friend. You stand in front of her and move to turn around so she could check your diaper.

Before you do, Jen puts both hands on your shoulders, a stern, yet maternal look on her face.

“Honey, I’m not trying to embarrass you, okay? Your Daddy asked me to keep an eye on you. And that’s what I’m doing. Don’t think I didn’t see you at the bar. Were you making pushies?”

You summon all your strength to not cry. You can’t believe your best friend in the world now treats no differently than a toddler. And asked you—in public—if you made “pushies.”

“Y-yes, Jen,” you sigh.

“Thank you for being honest, honey,” Jen says turning you around, “I need to see if you’re about to have a blowout, though.”

Your face burns as you feel Jen lifting the back of your skirt with one hand, prodding at it with the other. It’s too much. You cover your face, unwilling to see if your infantile display has an audience.

“Looks like you’re fine for now, Emmy,” Jen said, playfully tapping your diaper, “But we should find your Daddy before you stink up the bar!”

“O-okay….,” you whisper, still covering your face.

“Oh, stop being so embarrassed, Emmy. This what you wanted!”

“I-I…I didn’t want…this!” you squeal, losing the battle against your tears.

“Emmy, come on. You asked Brad—I mean your Daddy—to wear diapers! You loved being his little princess! What changed?”

“Everything,” you thought to yourself.

Jen wasn’t wrong about that. But it wasn’t supposed to end like this. You didn’t mean to go this far.

“Everyone just treats me like a big baby now!” you scream, tears flowing down your cheeks, diaper swaying as you stomp your feet.

“Do you hear yourself, Emmy?” Jen said softly, “You’re throwing a tantrum at a bar in a poopy diaper while everyone watches! And you expect us to treat you any different?”

“Not a tantrum! I don’t want to wear diapers!”

Jen sighed, genuine sadness in her eyes. “Sweetie. Your diapers aren’t for fun anymore. You need them. You did this to yourself! What did you expect?”

“But! But!” you continue to sob, “Not a ba—mpgh.”

A pacifier is placed in your mouth, silencing you.

“Sounds like someone needs a nap,” Daddy says, “Sorry, Jen. I should’ve known she was due for a tantrum.”

Jen laughs, “I think she needs a new diaper first, Brad. Poor thing loaded her diaper a few minutes ago.”

Daddy lifts your skirt before you can react. Your diaper is unceremoniously checked for the second time in minutes.

“Pee-yew, Peanut!” Daddy says, “We better clean that tush, pronto!”

Jen stops Daddy. “I don’t know about the men’s room, but the women’s bathroom has a dedicated changing pad. It’ll be tight, but Emmy can fit. I don’t mind changing her!”

“Are you sure, Jen?” Daddy asks skeptically, “That diaper is full of her poopy!”

“Really, Brad, it’s no big deal! She’s my best friend! We’ve been friends since we were in diapers! I guess some things never change, huh Emmy?”

You’re startled back into focus. “I..ummm….”

“Here’s her diaper bag. Be generous with the cream, something tells me this won’t be her last stinky today.”

Jen grabs your diaper bag from Daddy, reaching her hand out for you. “Grab my hand, cutie. Don’t want you getting lost with a poopy diaper!”

You sheepishly take her hand, ignoring the laughing of the crowd.

“Don’t mind them, Emmy,” Jen coos, “They just think you’re adorable with your diaper dropping below your skirt. You’re still as popular as you were in college!”

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Might as well get it out in the open on the first date.