Selfies - Part 5 (Patreon)

It turned out not to matter, since, once she was finished, she was escorted back to the bedroom. She tried to peel off to the bathroom as they passed it, giving a whimper when Jacob just ignored her. He left her in the middle of the room as he went to the closet, opening it up to reveal an array of oversized, childish outfits. Her eyes darted towards the door, considering, briefly, making a dash for the bathroom and just hoping he wouldn't catch her, but, with her bottom still sore from her last spanking, she couldn't work up the guts.

"Look, please, can I..?" she asked once he returned to her. 

She was cut off by a large, pink pacifier, which he pushed into her open mouth. "That's better," he said, catching her hand as she reached to remove it. "Unless you want to wear that for the rest of the day, you'll leave that in," he told her.

A surge of hope rushed through her, as she thought, perhaps, she'd get an upgrade from this horrible, babyish diaper. Instead, he reached for the shirt, yanking it up over her head and replacing it with a childish pink dress and long, white socks. The diaper - now hot, sweaty, and at risk of getting drenched at any moment - stayed in place as Jacob led her to a chair in the corner of the room.

"Now," he said, pushing her down onto the seat, making her glad for the padding of the diaper to protect her throbbing backside, "you've been quite the sassy little lady today... I think you'd better stay here for a little while to think about how you ought to behave."

With that, he left her. She didn't hear the door close, so she wasn't sure if he'd actually gone out of the room or not... She didn't want to turn around and check, either, in case that got her into trouble. 

That turned out to be a good instinct... It didn't take long for her bladder to remind her she'd been neglecting it. She wiggled in the seat for a few minutes before giving in, closing her eyes and trying to pretend it was a toilet she was sitting on, as urine began trickling down into her diaper, soaking down into it, turning the stiff padding softer, warmer, making it feel even more infantile.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as she sniffled in dismay. She turned to face him, even more embarrassed, knowing he'd been there while she did that. It only got worse when he revealed he knew just what she'd done. "Show me what you did," he instructed.

Bashfully, but obediently, she lifted her skirt, allowing him to step in and check her. "That isn't so bad," he said gently. "You'll be fine for a bit. Come on, how about we go to the park? Would that make you feel better?"

Her eyes widened as he helped her out of the chair, handing her a blanket to carry with her. "B-But..." she whimpered behind the pacifier, pausing as she caught a look at herself in the mirror, staring, wide-eyed, at the big baby staring back at her.

"Oh, I forgot," he chuckled. "Go on, take a picture... I know how much you love playing with Daddy's phone." He handed her his cell phone, camera app already open. She stared down at it for a long moment, then did what she knew he wanted, what had landed her in this mess to begin with.

"How precious!" he declared, taking the phone back and examining her handiwork. "Don't worry, I'll get lots of other great shots of you on the playground, and as long as you're a good girl this weekend, I won't post them to your Facebook or your Instagram... If not, you'll just have to choose which site I put them on. Now, let's get going... We want to get there before all the good swings are taken!"