Sebastian's Flight - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"St-Stop," Sebastian mumbled, feet fluttering behind him, both more out of instinct by now than any belief that they'd do any good. That illusion had been shattered long ago, even before his pants and underwear had been slid down, showing off his backside, almost glowing red, to the other passengers, signalling that the warm-up was over, and now they were on to the real thing.

It was hard to think of a worse place for this to happen; there was nowhere for him to run even if he did manage to squirm off of the flight attendant's lap, or, at least nowhere with anyone sympathetic to him. He suspected the nearby passengers would be more than happy to catch him, carry him back to Levi to continue the punishment, which would probably be extra severe after that. And, while it didn't feel to him like Levi was holding back, the echo of the sound of the attendant's hand slapping against his bottom was definitely being echoed back at Sebastian's ears, making it sound scarier than it likely was.

Not that Sebastian had much to compare it against, to be fair... His parents hadn't believed in spanking, and if they'd broken that rule among themselves, it had been before he had any memory of it, and he'd been lucky enough to avoid it until now... Until hours before he was going to meet his girlfriend in person for the first time. He groaned, mind filling with images of him trying to take her on a date, unable to sit down, fidgeting on his throbbing rear despite his best efforts, getting the attention of any nearby Amazon who had seen that exact thing from their little, and knew what it meant...

But it wasn't going to be that simple, was it? Because he already knew it wasn't going to stop at this spanking, which was part of why he was fighting it so hard, doing everything he could to get away... They hadn't brought him back here to spank him; they were spanking him because he'd said no to what they really wanted to do.

And, unfortunately, it was starting to look like they were going to succeed. As the next spank hit, he opened his mouth to order them to stop again, only for, this time, a wordless wail to escape instead, his legs falling still, limp. He should fight it, should resist... He was too tired, too worn out from doing so, and failing, for so long. He hated to admit it in his mind, yet his body had clearly accepted it.

Levi, of course, recognized it right away. Whether he'd done this a million times before, or it was just Amazonian instinct, he saw the little's collapse, resting his hand on his roasting backside. "Well, buddy?" he asked gently. "Are you ready to be a good boy now?"

Sebastian couldn't answer at first, sniffling pitifully over the stranger's lap until he was pulled up and into a hug. He didn't even think about the weirdness of his near nudity in the moment, or that the person giving it was the same one who had been spanking him seconds earlier, who had caused him to be so upset, he melted into it, sobbing, letting himself be patted on the back for a minute or two before Levi effortlessly stood up, taking Sebastian with him, lying him down gently on the changing table... 

And on a diaper, unfolded and waiting, no doubt prepared by Brett in the midst of the spanking, while Sebastian had been far too distracted to notice. To Sebastian's horror, the soft padding actually felt nice, in a way, on his sore bottom, much more soothing than he would have expected. It was also, however, thicker, lifting his rear further off the surface of the table, and crinkling louder as he shifted in place, eyes widening in disbelief.

"N-No," he whimpered, one last ditch effort to put an end to this, knowing he was a few instants away from it, at most. "Y-You can't..."

It was a silly thing to say, after he'd just had it demonstrated to him that they could, in fact, do whatever they wanted with him, and he knew it, flinching as he saw Brett step in closer to him, half anticipating being picked up and taken over his knee next. Instead, the man laughed, shook his head. "So fussy... Nobody wants to listen to that while they're trapped in the plane with you."

Before Sebastian could react, Brett had pushed a pacifier into his mouth, given the ring on it a turn. With a hiss, the already large, rubber nipple expanded, filling Sebastian's mouth, silencing any further protests, confirming that his last words had, indeed, been his final chance to stop what was about to happen... And that they had failed.

He was going to be diapered. He'd gotten spanked, and now he was about to be put into a diaper, one that he was positive was much too bulky to fit under his pants, making him very worried about what state he would be in to meet Hallie for the first time...

And, somehow, that wasn't the worst of it... "I bet I know what has him so worked up," Levi smirked, reaching under the changing table, picking up a small, plastic vial of some sort. Sebastian didn't recognize it, not until Levi winked at him. "Are you all backed up?"

Sebastian let out a frenzied, "No!" from behind his pacifier, shaking his head as Levi removed the cap from the object and it hit him, as he realized what it was, what they were about to do. It was a mini-enema, the kind that held only the tiniest amount of liquid, but tended to be extra strong to make up for it. If they gave him that, and taped up his diaper, there would be no avoiding its consequences.

There was also, however, no avoiding the enema, as Levi lifted his legs, exposing his toasty bum, giving it a single, extra smack that put an instant halt to Sebastian's squirming, leaving him too terrified of a repeat spanking to do anything more. He winced as he felt the long end of the enema being gently slid into him, and then, with the smallest of squeezes, the briefest burst of liquid, it was over.

It was surely his imagination, but he was certain he could feel it working by the time he was laid back down on the diaper, his stomach churning while Brett sprinkled baby powder onto him and tugged the front of the diaper up between his legs, pushing his thighs apart. Without thinking, he began sucking on his pacifier, wiggling his bottom, staring down at himself and watching in horror as the diaper was taped snug into place, sealing his fate.

They didn't even try to pull his pants back up, and, by then, Sebastian was too dazed to try anything as Brett pulled off his shoes, followed by the jumble of his pants and underwear, setting them aside. He barely reacted as he was sat up and Brett took his shirt off, and meekly obeyed when he was told to raise his arms, defeated.

Brett pulled a white onesie with a baby blue sailor's collar over Sebastian's head, snapping it securely around his diaper, replacing his shoes with a pair of booties in a matching blue, and finishing it off by taking the wing pin from his old shirt and fastening it to the onesie's collar. "There we go," Brett smiled. "Much better, don't you think?"

Sebastian shook his head, but Brett just chuckled and lifted him down to the floor, the jolt of the impact of his landing enough to make him start nursing his paci again, scared he was about to start filling his diaper already, although, thankfully, he didn't... Unfortunately, he knew it was only a matter of time.

Especially when Levi took him by the hand, leading him back to his seat at his new slow, waddling pace, cheeks burning, well aware that the redness on his thighs was visible beneath his onesie. When they reached their destination, he saw Brook standing there, waiting for him beside a booster seat that had been installed for him.

"Thanks, Brook," Levi told her. "He was quite the handful, but I don't think we're going to have any problems now, are we, little man?"

Sebastian swallowed anxiously, and, seeing very little choice in the matter, shook his head obediently, letting himself be lifted up into the seat and strapped into it, each buckle a further confirmation that he wasn't going to be getting out of this on his own, certainly not in time to get to the bathroom - not that he expected to be able to undo the tapes on the diaper on his own if he could. Every one was just another nail in the coffin of his big boy life, he thought to himself, sadly sucking on his pacifier and staring out the window, cheeks blazing almost as hot as his bottom long before the enema kicked in, thinking about what was going to happen when they touched down, and Hallie saw him this way...