The Punishment of Diapers: A Tale of Discipline and Submission

It's been five days since Susan became Emma's new nanny, and since then her life has changed quite a lot. She's been punished by Susan and her husband David three times, for the single time when she tried to leave the house at night while wearing 'slutty' clothes. However, luckily, that punishment came to an end 2 days ago. They didn't even care why she wanted to leave the house, no, all they cared about was discipline and following the rules; and they still do. As if that punishment wasn't hard enough for Emma, her nanny has decided to treat her as a toddler who can't do anything for herself, not even pee or poo on her own, and she has to let her nanny wipe her. Ugh. Which is why she's been avoiding going to the toilet, except when it is absolutely necessary and she's unable hold it in any longer.

And now.. she's trying to be good and obey the rules. She has no intention on breaking any of them, or getting in any more trouble - it's bad enough being treated as a toddler. And the intensive punishment sex she had to endure.. even 2 days later, the memory alone is enough to make her whole body shudder. But.. it's not like she didn't deserve it. She *did* break the rules, and if she didn't deserve to be punished for that, then she surely did for being awful towards her mother. How could she have been such an awful person towards the woman that gave her life? How didn't she see the way she was acting until Susan was hired? Walking in on her in the bathroom numerous times, ignoring what she's been saying or telling her to do, and... ehh. But the past is.. past. There's nothing that she can do other than take the punishments she occasionally deserves, and be nice, not only towards her mother but towards other people as well. Her mother did say she's forgiven her, and hopefully over time, she'll be able to repay her for the wrong she's done. If only the things were ever so simple....

...

"Uhh..." Emma mutters as she wakes up from her sleep. She looks towards the room's window, only to see it's still dark outside. "What time is it?" she wonders before she rubs her eyes, then turns on the bedside light and looks at the clock. "4 am? What the... agghhh." she groans as her stomach gurgles, and she feels heavy pressure in her bowels.

"Oh God, I feel so full." she mumbles and sits up, wishing she'd gone to the toilet before sleep. But since Susan decided to you-know-what, she's been to the toilet only a few times, taking a poop only once, and the rest, peed. She quickly rises to her feet and puts on a pair of satin panties and a shirt, before she heads for the door. But when she tries to open it.. it won't budge. "What.." she wonders at first, but quickly realizes that the door must have been locked.

"Ughhh." she groans and crouches, trying to hold the poo inside her. As the heavy pressure passes she gets to her feet, and knocks on the door. "Ma'am! I have to go to the toilet!" she shouts, hoping she'll hear her. She waits nearly a minute and knocks a few more times, but she doesn't come - Susan must be sleeping.

"Oh God, I can't hold it in much longer..." she thinks, as the poo tries to push out from her packed bowels. She nervously looks around the room but she can't find anything big enough she could take a poop in.. feeling rather desperate, she quickly walks over to the closet while trying to keep her legs together, then pulls out a big towel and folds it in two. She spreads it on the wooden chair she keeps near the desk on which she keeps her PC, then lowers her panties in a hurry.

"Ugh, the window.." she mutters as she gets out of her panties and walks over to the window, then opens it, hoping that it will help with the stink. Even though the neighbour's lights are off, she's glad that the chair isn't that close to the window, or if someone woke up they could see her. As the poo begins to push its way through her anus, showing its head, she hurries over to the chair and crouches over it, while gripping the desk in front of her. "Aghhh." she groans then sighs in relief as she stops holding it in, and the poo begins to slither out of her rectum. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she mutters in disbelief as one poop after another pushes its way out of her, until nearly a minute later, there's no more left. Right then, she can hear the door opening, and she looks towards it with her breath caught in her throat.

"Emma!!" Susan gasps as she enters, wearing a nightgown.

"I tried to call..."

"I wasn't sure whether I really heard something, or.." Susan says, as she walks towards Emma. "That's why I came to check up on you. Now, what is this? Why did you.."

"I couldn't hold it in." she interrupts her, as she takes the poo-free part of the towel and moves to wipe her butt.

"Don't you dare! Come with me." Susan orders as she takes her by her arm, before she grabs the towel with 3 long turds in it with her other hand. They walk over to the bathroom and she throws it in the trash, while Emma waits by the toilet. Then, Susan begins to clean her up, wiping her.

"Messy girl.. pooping at this time of night.. I have no other choice but to put you in diapers."

"Ma'am!" Emma gasps. "It won't happen again, I promise. My stomach was full, and I.."

"I know it won't, once you're wearing diapers."

"Please.. I really don't want to. I'm not a little girl anymore!" she begs.

Susan sighs in frustration, "We will talk about it tomorrow. Okay?" as she throws the toilet paper into trash.

"Okay.." Emma mutters.

"Now go back to sleep, and close the window." Susan says, giving her bare butt a slap, causing her to yelp. Emma re-enters her room and closes the window, while Susan closes the door behind her.

"I can't wear diapers.. I won't." she thinks as she lays down onto her bed. It would be completely humiliating for a grown girl like her, to be wearing diapers... but at least, Susan seems willing to talk about it, which is certainly promising. And if she swears she won't do it again, it could be enough to persuade her, although.. she will have to begin going to the toilet more often then. With diapers troubling her mind, somehow, she manages to fall asleep.

...

"Uhh.." escapes her mouth as she feels someone pulling her leg. "Stop it." she mutters sleepily, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. "I said, st-.. ma'am!" she gasps as she opens her eyes, and sees Susan standing there, trying to lift her legs.. with a diaper laying next to her body.

"N-no! Y-you said we'll talk first!" she protests and begins to struggle wildly, trying to get her leg out of Susan's grasp.

"I did talk with David, and we have decided that this is what you need."

"Nooo!" she yells, bucking her legs.

"Emma, calm down." Susan says.

"Please, I don't want to!"

"That's enough." Susan says sternly.

"Ma'am, please..."

"I've said, enough!" Susan shouts, dropping her leg. Emma rolls over and tries to get to the edge of the bed so she can get up, but before she can do that, without any warning a loud slap echoes the room.

"Oww!" she cries out, as her nanny's open palm hits her ass. She looks back just as Susan reaches down to hold one of her legs, before slapping her butt again.

"Oww, stop! It hurts!" she cries out, squirming and twisting her nude body, trying to escape the stinging pain as a series of sharp slaps follow. After ten, or eleven slaps, Susan releases the hold of her legs and Emma climbs further up the bed, turning to her back just as a few tears begin to dribble down her face.

"Haven't I taught you anything this past few days? Huh?" Susan asks, as Emma stays silent, her ass burning. "If you think it's normal to shit in the middle of your room, on your chair, then you are dead wrong - it's not. David has to work, and I.. this is my work. But even I need some rest, and I can't get up at 4 am just so you can go to the toilet."

"B-but if you didn't.. lock the door.. I could have gone there by myself." Emma whimpers.

"The door is locked for your own safety! Besides, you know very well you can't wipe your own butt - end of discussion. As for the diapers.. I did consider making them a trial for the next two days, but now, with the way you've been acting.. I think I'll make it a week, if not longer."

"Please.. I'm sorry." Emma mutters, wiping her tears. "But, it's just.. it's humiliating. I'm 18 years old, and..."

"Aww, Emma, a lot of girls your age wear diapers." Susan says, as she sits on the bed next to her.

"Y-you think so?" she asks in surprise.

"Well.. some. But think of it this way; at least you won't have to worry about going to the toilet when you need to. After that, you just let us know, and we'll change your diapers for you."

"Uhh.."

"Besides." she interrupts her. "No one will be able to see what you are wearing under your clothes, even if it is diapers."

"A-are you sure?"

She nods. "A few kids I used to babysit had to wear them, and no one ever found out. So, what do you say?"

"..Okay." Emma mutters. "Two.."

"Four days." Susan interrupts her. "Till

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