The Spider - Part 4 (Patreon)

"N-Now, sweetie, you have to understand..." Mommy looked up at her little girl, Cupcake's, eyes, legs too weak to trust them to stand on at the moment. Just like Cupcake, she was in a full diaper; unlike her, she was in a crib, pacifier beside her where she'd just been able to spit it out, Hitachi pushed off to one corner, hoping Cupcake wouldn't see it and realize she'd spent the entire day with it pressed to her diaper.

Next to that, Cupcake, in her childish school uniform, with its skirt just barely covering up what was underneath, looked practically grown-up. The girl clearly noticed that as well, her grip on the paddle - which she'd brought in, expecting to have it used on her - changing, getting tighter and less bashful.

"It was the spider!" Mommy tried to explain. "Y-You were right! It's here, and it attacked me, and made me... Well, you know..." Her cheeks burned, not even able to admit, out loud, all the things that had happened in her diaper. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, but I do now... Help me out of here!"

Cupcake stared at her, then nodded, fumbling with the latch on the side of the crib, then lowering it and helping Mommy step down, her knees still feeling weak after so long with the wand. Cupcake led her over to the changing table, then climbed up onto it herself, lying down and waiting.

Blushing, Mommy got to work, cleaning the girl up, then looking at the things she had set up under the table. Maybe she should let her go back into her training pants, the cute little cloth things that could have almost been mistaken for especially childish panties, if you didn't look too hard... Maybe, if she did that, Cupcake would take mercy on her. Then again, she didn't want to be the only one here in diapers...

"Aww," Cupcake pouted as she felt the new diaper being slipped under her backside. 

"W-Well," Mommy tried to justify, taping the garment up. "You were right, that webbing does... something..." 

Cupcake's eyes lit back up deviously. "How do you know that?" Mommy could hardly believe she didn't already know, but as soon as the diaper was secure, the girl hopped off the table, pushing her against it and shoving her hand against the back of her pants. "You went poo-poo in your Pampers, AND you were doing naughty stuff in them? You must really like diapers, huh? Do you play in here when I'm at school? You say you built this for me, but is it really for you?"

"No!" she shook her head. "Cupcake, you know about the spider, you know it isn't my fault... Stop it! Help me change, I..." She gulped as Cupcake grabbed her wrist instead, pulling her over to the rocking chair. Mommy would always sit in that to read her little girl stories... Or, if she had the paddle, she'd sit in it to give Cupcake a spanking... "Cupcake, no, you can't..." she begged as she was yanked over the girl's crinkly lap. A moment later, in defiance, the paddle swung down, right on the back of her loaded diaper. She jumped and squealed as her diaper squelched, more humiliating than painful, although, for a first swat, it did still sting...

And it only got worse from there. Cupcake had seemed to pick up on her mother's technique of continuing the spanking until the person getting it began to genuinely cry, to make sure they learned their lesson, then stopping there. Cupcake gave her a big hug, then, finally, changed her into a fresh diaper. "Now, you stay here," she instructed, after helping Mommy down and watching her, humiliated, exhausted, and stunned, sink to the floor. "I'll make supper!"

"But you'll make a huge m..." Mommy started to say, only for the girl to rush out, giggling. She loved cooking, but if she did it without supervision, the kitchen was always a disaster, and she hated cleaning up so much that Mommy had to switch it from a chore to a punishment. Mommy sat in the middle of the nursery for a couple minutes before gathering the strength to stand, to go try to at least start damage control.

As soon as she did, she felt something furry brush against her legs. She opened her mouth to scream, to bring Cupcake back in to save her, or at least show her that it really had been the spider who had done all this to her; all it did was give it room to push the pacifier back into her mouth, webbing it in place. She gagged as more of the webbing dribbled down her throat, sure that was what had made her helpless to keep from using her diaper that whole day, and that more of it would just extend the effect. 

She fully expected to be hauled back into the crib, but, instead, the spider pushed her down onto her hands and knees. The webbing wrapped around her, holding her in that position, diaper pointed straight up, as if she were displaying it proudly.