Selfies - Part 4 (Patreon)

Adriana had barely had time to tell him to stop, to try to remind him that, despite their different departments, she still outranked him, to beg him, before the spanking began, and all she could get out of her mouth was a little whimpering and then some bawling. His hands were quick, merciless, covering every inch of her bottom until it was just as pink as her shirt, and throbbing as he laid her back down on the diaper.

The diaper felt far worse with nothing between her and it, not that she had the energy to do anything about it. She could only sniffle as Jacob powdered and oiled her privates, squirming at the violation, though, she had to admit, there didn't seem to be anything malicious or predatory about it. When he retaped the diaper onto her, it was much tighter, every move producing a crinkle, and a reminder of what she was wearing.

"Come on, then," he held out his hands, taking hers and getting her back on her feet. She stood there for a few seconds, even as he started to head for the door, trying to get used to the awkward pose the diaper forced her legs into. "Come on," he repeated, turning back.

"B-But... Can't I wear something over my... Over this?" Her cheeks flushed as she nearly referred the to thing as 'her' diaper. It couldn't be hers... She was an adult, they didn't wear things like that...

"Not right now, dear," he told her. "You have some chores to do first. I know you normally don't have to do these, but since you broke into your sister's room and stole her clothes, I think it's only fair you do her chores for her, don't you?"

"I-I guess..." Adriana agreed reluctantly, following him to his kitchen. He slid a small stepstool in front of the sink, then turned the water on for her, indicating the sink full of dishes. She didn't really need the stool to reach them, but she couldn't easily reach the sink with it in her way, so she climbed onto it, which made her feel even more small and helpless... That was, almost definitely, the point. 

Was this his whole plan? To make her feel like a little kid as he dressed her up like a toddler and made her do menial tasks around the house? It wasn't what she was expecting, at all... Honestly, she wasn't sure if she preferred it or not.

"Can I... umm...?" She blushed, unable to make herself ask the question. She was sure he knew what she meant anyway, from the way she was squirming. She hadn't used the bathroom since she'd left her place, and hearing all the water as she'd washed his dishes...  

If he did know, he didn't let on. "We'll see what you can do after you finish," he told her. 

That would have been nice... But, unfortunately, she'd already waited too long. "I'll finish in a minute," she promised, starting to step down off of the stool. In a flash, he was at her side, pushing her back up.

"You are to stay right there until you're done, young lady," he said sternly. "Or do you need another spanking?"

She shook her head, pushing her legs together the best she could in the thick diaper. She could wait until she was done... Couldn't she?