This choice: Keep Banging On the Bars Anyway • Go Back... You ignore the woman's voice, and instead, proceed to bang even harder on the bars, while also screaming through your pacifier, in hopes that someone might hear you.
"Naughty, Naughty!" The voice chides, apparently getting angry.
"Now, this is Your Last Chance, Little Boy!"
You still ignore her, even through your building fear.
"You Let Go Of Those Bars Right Now, or You'll be Sorry!"
A short moment later, you feel a strange sensation, starting in your hands, where you're touching the bars, and quickly traveling throughout the rest of your body. You are stunned, and then, all of a sudden, you feel your body jolted back from the window. You are powerless to reach back and catch yourself, and fall straight backwards to the floor, banging your head hard, as you land.
The last thing you know before blacking out completely, is the sensation of accidentally voiding your bowels into your diapers.
You slowly wake up, lying on your back, still wearing your wet, messy, diapers, and quickly realize that your hands and feet are somehow bound. You nearly wet yourself all over again, when you suddenly hear the woman's voice again, this time in person.
"Well, well, well, it wooks wike Mommy's naughty wittle Baby is finally coming around."
You try to speak, but once again, that stupid pacifier is stuck in your mouth. It no longer seems to be stuck to your lips, though. Instead, it appears to be tied on, with a ribbon, around the back of your head.
"Ah, ah, ah! That's right, Sweety. Baby's still got his wittle pacy wacy in. Mommy also had to tie her wittle boy up."
Then,you finally see the owner of the voice: a beautiful, sexy, tall, woman, with blond hair and piercing, blue eyes. She had a fantastic, athletic, build, and something about just the way she carried herself, gave off an air of power.
"Baby was VERY VERY naughty for not obeying Mommy. THAT's Why we had to use the security system. Poor baby Got the poopy woopy shocked out of him," She says, chuckling to herself. This embarasses you so much, that your face turns bright red, and a small tear even escape from your eye.
"But that's alright, Sweet Cheeks. All whittle boys have to be disciplined every now and then. Hopefully though, Baby will be good from now, on, hmm?"
She pauses a moment, as if waiting for a reponse. Unable to speak, you nervously, reluctantly, nod your head.
"Well," she says, giggling a little more, "There is still the matter of getting baby cleaned up," She says, patting your diapered crotch, bringing the redness right back into your cheeks.
"I'm sure by now, Baby is beginning to get vewy, VEWY uncomfortable in that cold, wet, smelly, stinky, diaper, huh? But Baby must understand that Mommy only changes GOOD wittle boys. So, in just a moment, Mommy is going to remove Baby's pacifier," (a sudden spike of hope jumps up in your heart, this might be your chance to plead for your freedom!) "and I want you to apologize for disobeying Mommy, and beg me to change your diaper."
With that, she reaches around, and undoes the ribbon from the back of your head. Now that you can finally speak, you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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