You kick your legs, (which are still free, unlike your arms), struggling hard against the straps on your arms and your chest.
By now, Abby has started walking back towards you. Seeing you struggling, her expression turns stern.
"You better just calm down and be still while Mommy diapers you, do you hear me??"
"I hear you, but I don't care! You are NOT about to diaper me, now you let me off this table, right now!!"
She glares down at you, with a stone cold stare that could stop a horse. You gulp nervously, wondering if maybe you shouldn't have upset her, so.
"You want down from there?" she says, with hands on her hips, "FINE! I'll get you off the table..!" She stomps over to you, and begins undoing your arms restraints.
"Good," you say, relieved. Now, she's undoing the strap over your chest.
"Off the table you'll get...." Then, to your shock, she lifts you up, carrying you accross the room. She quickly sits down on the edge of her bed, pulling you with her, "And over my knee you'll go!"
Your heart sinks as you realize what she has in mind... a bare bottom spanking over her lap!"
"NO!" You say, kicking your legs, widly, "Please, Abby, I'm SORRY! Don't spank me!"
It's useless, though; she's got your little body held fast against hers, and there's nothing you can do about it!
"HUSH, Baby! It's far too late for that, now! And you stop that squirming, or don't you see that that's what's got you into this position in the first place!"
With that, the spanking begins! It stings so much! It almost feels like a shotgun across your helpless, little, cheeks. By the fifth spank, you're bawling your eyes out, just like a real baby, but the punishment continues, with no signs of stopping. Finally, she's finished, but by now, your butt feels like it's on FIRE!
She waits several minutes before addressing you.
"Now then, are we ready to lie still like a good baby so Mommy can diaper you?"
You nod your head, hard.
"I can't HEAR You...!"
"YES! I AM!!" You practically shout."
*SMACK!*" "YEOUCH!!"
"YES, WHAT??"
"YES, MAM!"
"*SMACK*
"That's Yes, MOMMY!"
"YES, MOMMY!"
"good boy!" *pats your bottom, firmly.
"Now, repeat after me."
"Thank you for spanking me Mommy. I deserved it! I'm sorry I was a bad boy. I will behave, from now on. Please put me in my diaper, now."
Once you reluctantly repeat her humilating words to you, she rubs some cream on your burning buns.
"This should help, some, but you'll mostly just have to live with it, Sweety. That's what you get for misbehaving. Now come on, and let's get your diaper on."
She carries you, still crying, over and straps you back onto the table. It's extremely painful, having your red bottom pressed against the change table, but you don't dare fight her, this time.
In a few minutes, you are oiled, powdered, and diapered up snug.
"There," she cooes, "Much Better! Now then, I know what will cheer Baby up."
You begin to get worried, at what horrible thing she has planned, next. She picks you up, and then you see:
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