"WHAT?"
"I received an anonymous call that there was a boy walking around the mall who wet his pants. So now, you'll have to come with me."
"No way!" You yell, "I'm not going with YOU! Besides! It's not even what it looks like!"
You pause for a moment, before going on. You realize you probably SHOULDN'T tell the TRUTH, here; that someone squirted your pants with urine-that even sounded ridiculous to YOU, and you watched it HAPPEN! Thinking fast, you decide to make up a story, instead.
"I, um.... I spilt my drink, ok?? I was just trying to get to the bathroom to clean myself up."
"Oh REALLY?" Says the police officer, ominously. It is now that you realize just how big and intimidating she really is. She's so tall, that you only come up to her breasts, and while attractive, she has a rather strong, athletic, build to her. You gasp as, all of a sudden, she raises you up off the ground, until your crotch is level with her face. You blush bright red, as she sniffs your soaking wet crotch.
"Just as I thought! Clearly, we HAVE wet our crotch, and lying about it, too. I know EXACTLY where naughty little boys like YOU belong!" She says, grabbing you by the arm, she begins to lead you along.
Now that you've seen how strong she is, you certainly don't want to do anything to upset her, and reluctantly go along with her, blushing bright red with shame.
"Where are we GOING?" You plead.
Without looking down at you, she responds: "little baby boy's should not be left unattended. We're gonna take you to the daycare, to get you into some proper protection."
For a moment, you want to argue, but are too intimidated to do so. Several minutes later, you arrive at the daycare, and are greeted by another large, imposing, woman, only slightly smaller than the police officer.
Your captor explains everything, including your wetting, and the fact that you fibbed "like a naughty boy"
"Don't worry," says the lady, "I'll take care of everything."
"Hello, little one," she cooes, "I'm Miss Williams, but you will call me Nanny. Now, I know that officer Jenny said you were just a little toddler, who belongs in daycare, but we both know that's not true, now is it? How old are you, REALLY?"
You feel a spark of hope inside you-this lady sounds like she may actually be on your side.
"I'm 16, Miss," you say, your face forming into a subtle smile.
"That's what I thought," she says, grabbing your wrist in a vice grip, "Now you just come with me."
"Wait," you plead, "I thought you were letting me GO!"
"I said nothing of the sort," She says, sternly, dragging you along, "I said you're not a toddler!"
Finally, the two of you come to a straight back chair, where she sits down, draping an open diaper across her broad lap.
"ALL visitors of any age, are brought directly to my daycare for a diapering. For any child over the age of 12, as you just admitted to being, a sound spanking is administered."
Your eyes go wide with fear, but before you can react, she grabs your pants and underwear, and jerks them down to your feet.
You try to fight, but her grip is super strong.
"No! There's been a mistake! I don't need diapers, and I don't need a spanking! I juHMMPH!"
She has shoved a giant pacifier in your mouth.
"HUSH! If that comes out, your spanking will be twice as bad! Don't need a spanking indeed! A 16-year-old who wets himself then lies about it, is CLEARLY in need of a good, sound, spanking, which is EXACTLY what Nanny is going to give you!"
With that, the spanking commences, right on your bare bottom, which is still somewhat sore from your earlier spanking, that morning.
You suckle hard on the pacifier to keep it from falling out, but are forced to scream with pain at the spanking. After just a few spankings you are bawling like a baby. A few minutes later, to your horror, you feel your crotch grow warm-your wetting yourself! By the time she gets done, several minutes later, your bottom feels like it's on fire.
She lifts you up, and gasps at the wet diaper on her lap.
"Don't need DIAPERS, hmmm? Then just what do you call THIS!?" She says, holding the wet diaper right in front of your face.
"Not to worry though, we'll get you fixed up."
She then leads you, crying, to a large table, where she lays you down on top of the wet diaper, face down, and straps you down. You lie there crying, for several minutes, until you hear another, new voice. It's a young female.
"Awwe, did somebody get a spanky wanky?" She cooes.
You start crying even harder, from embarassment. A moment later, you feel her hands rubbing all over your bottom. It feels really nice, and you moan into your pacifier.
"This should help, Sweety."
After a few minutes, she stops, and then covers your bottom with powder. Next, you are flipped over on your back. You can see your caretaker now, and she is a gorgeous, 20-year-old with blond hair and big breasts.
"I'm afraid that Nanny says you have to stay in your wet diaper for awhile to teach you a lesson, but some powder should help, sweety."
After powdering your crotch, she tapes you up snug in the wet diaper, and lets you up.
"Now, not only do big boys receive a spanking when they first come in, but they also get to make one phone call, so make it count."
Oh no, both Deb and Peggy will be mad at you, if you call them, but you've GOT to call ONE of them!
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