"I think you've earned yourself a major spanking baby girl." Your son says as he picks you up with ease. Not only was he smart, but he was a bit buff, way more than you are.
"A spanking?! Honey, please tell him to stop!" You pleaded with your wife who only responded with a mocking laugh.
"If you're a big man, then stop him yourself!" She said snickering.
You struggle as hard as you can against your son, but all you succeed in doing is making yourself look like a squirming little child.
"Aww, don't worry baby girl. Once you get your spanking me and mommy will feed you some nummies!" Your son said in a babyish tone, mocking you.
"Oh, that reminds me, I'm going to get the baby food out of the bags and something to wash it down with!" Your wife said as she walked off to the kitchen.
"Wow, I was just making a joke, but it looks like you getting num nums after all baby girl!" Your son once again spoke in that babyish tone which only made you fussier.
Your son sat down in the living room on the couch and pulled your skirt up to reveal your bottom.
"Now, be honest baby girl. How many spanks do you deserve for breaking a real man's phone?" Your son asked seriously.
"None! Stop this now! I'm not a baby! I am your father dammit!" You scream and move your arms and legs like a baby throwing a tantrum, which only made your son laugh.
"Thirty it is then!" Your son exclaimed as he immediately slid off your diaper and began to swat at your bare bottom.
"Ow! Ow! No! Stop this immediately!" You shout, but you are ignored.
"If I hear one more word other than 'I'm' and 'sorry' I will take my belt off baby girl." Your son threatened as he put more force into his spanks.
This made you panic, bare hand was bad enough, but a belt?! No, you decide to just go along with this for now.
"I'm sowwy son." You say as you bawl in pain.
"Pfft. Aww, good baby girl! That lisp of yours is adorable!" Your son says as he pats your head.
Your son finally ends the spanking after the full thirty spanks.
Your son pulls your diaper back on and coos at you.
"Who's a good baby girl? Who's my good little baby girly wirly?!" Your son rubs his nose with yours as he speaks in that horrible baby voice you hate again. You just fold your arms in spite. "I want an answer baby girl, and I better hear that lisp of yours!" Your son says pulling you close in a threatening manner which scares you.
"I's your good baby girwy wurwy dadda." You wish you could just disappear at that point as you glow bright red with shame, because you had never heard such mocking laughter in your entire life, from both your son and wife who just walked into the living room.
"Mom! Did you hear that! She called me 'dadda'!" Your son shouts as he continues to laugh at you.
"Looks like we know who's a better father now!" Your wife exclaims almost unable to breath at this point.
"Let me guess, the one who's holding a former father, now baby girl with his manly strength?" Your son smirks at you.
"Yep! Now come on sweetie! Your sissy baby daughter needs some nummies to gwow big and stwong!" Your wife started the baby talk now too which made you just start crying.
"Aww, don't cry hunny! It's time for lunch!" Your son says as he places you into a big high chair, which your wife bought too.
"Okay baby girl, time for..."
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