Diaper Punishment

         “You see, the thing is squirt…I only have this one pack of diapers to last you for the next three days, and since you can’t control yourself, you’re obviously too little to use the toilet, so you’ll need to be in diapers the whole time until Mom and Dad get home.”, Stephanie explains to you as if you were a simpleton.

         “B…But I’ve been using the bathroom since-OWW!”, you yelp midsentence as your mean big sister again twists your nipples, despite trying to fend her arms off with your own.

         “See? It’s that lip that I’m sick of, babykins. Now, I’ll change you out of your soggy diaper, but that’s it for the day. I’ll expect you to wear your clean diapey all night and into tomorrow”, Stephanie again tries to tell you.

         “But I don’t WANT to wear diapers anymore, Stephie!”, you interrupt, again in tears at your horrible treatment by your own big sister as you crumble to the floor in your diaper at her feet.

         Stephanie takes the opportunity to yank you back onto her feet and down the hall into the family bathroom, “Stop being a sniveling little slug baby! God! You are a total brat, Danielle! Now, do any doodies or wee-wees you need to before I change you. Once that fresh diaper is on, you better make sure you stay dry throughout the night and into tomorrow. Got it?” and your big sister has plunked you down in the empty tub but has her right arm tightly clenched round your ankles, holding your legs out of the tub trapped in her arm.

         “Y-You want me to poop and pee this soggy diaper? Eww! I don’t wanna play this game anymore, Stephie! Please! I’ll be good! Prom-EEEK! HEE-HEE! NONONO! AAAIIIEEE!”, and suddenly Stephie is tickling the soles of your feet, a site that she knows sends you into a frantic conniption.

         “Too late little sluggy-wuggy, time for baby to make ickies for big sister, then you’ll get a fresh diapey.”, and Stephanie scrambles her fingers all over your tender little feet, causing you to flounce and thrash against the hard ceramic of the cold tub until sure enough, you can’t hold it and another brief stream of pee escapes your little bladder.

         “Wait! Pleeeease! No more Stephie! I’ll do it on my own! No more tickles! Hee Hee! Aaaah!:, you try to tell her as you helplessly pee the diaper in spurts, unable to hold it while your sister tickles you.