Random Thoughts 16
Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:58 am
I was released on my own recognizance and returned to my home with Sandy. I wasn’t given any clothes and we left the hospital with me wearing my gown and a diaper. She said very little to me during the drive and the feelings of dread compounded with every mile. As we pulled into the drive I noticed the house was mostly dark save a light burning in what was formerly my office, now Mona’s room for punishment. I tried to think about anything but what I was in for. I began to tremble as we walked toward the front door and Sandy was suppressing a laugh. I looked at her and asked, “How can you do this to me, don’t you love me?” She laughed out loud. Taking my face in her hands she looked into my eyes and said, “It is because I love you. This is what you want and deserve. In addition, Mona is like a sexual dynamo after punishing you and I love that too. So this is your best way to show how much you love for me.”
I had to admit to myself that this is really what I want and if Sandy benefited from it as well, that was all the better. Sandy brought me directly to Mona in the “playroom” and my hospital gown was removed. Mona didn’t say a word to me as she attached me to the spanking bench. Sandy and she embraced and kissed for a moment and then Sandy left. Mona looked in the back of my diaper, “Well, Mr. Poopypants, you couldn’t stay out of trouble could you.” She started in on my dirty diaper with a paddle. “We have some catching up to do diaper boy. You will be spanked before every diaper change and fucked after each clean up. There will be a lot of both because you will be filled with my special formula night and day.”
She continued the spanking for a time and then she left, returning with a joyous Mandy who was so happy to see me. She lovingly removed my diaper and scrubbed me clean. Then she lubed me inside and out and Mona, strap on in place began impaling me. I was still suffering from the effects of the ecstasy and the sensual stimulation was amazing. I was rock hard and would have agreed to almost anything for a reach around. Instead I got a baby bottle placed between my lips by Mandy and I suckled on the cement mix like it was nectar.
Mona was finally satiated by the abuse and told Mandy to diaper me and put me to bed with the warning, “Allow him to climax and your next on the bench!” Mandy acquiesced and diapered me carefully as I was so ready to blow. She led me back to the nursery and I was pleasantly surprised to find Kara in a second crib. She was sound asleep in just a diaper, a pacifier hanging loosely from her sleeping lips. Mandy giggled at my reaction and put me in the other crib. She kissed me passionately and then raised the side rail and left the room. Exhausted for the events of the night capped by the abuse at Mona’s hands I feel deeply asleep.
I was roused to semi-consciousness twice to drink down a bottle before I was yanked from my crib mid morning. Mona all but dragged me to the playroom and attached me to the bench. My diaper was so full of poop it sagged but I was spanked anyway. She held it in place with one hand and wielded the paddle with the other. In a repeat of last night, Mandy cleaned and lubed me for the anal abuse Mona so enjoyed. Sandy joined us and actually sat on my back and necked with Mona as she slammed my ass. They finished each other off on some cushions on the floor as Mandy re-diaper me. Kara was placed in front of me. I could smell her dirty diaper. She pressed the front of her diaper to my mouth and I began licking her through it. I felt her diaper warm and realized she was peeing as I licked her. I felt hands on my ass, it was Mandy, messaging my anus through the diaper, causing me to move my full bowels into her hands. Mona and Sandy were climaxing followed closely by Kara. For all I knew Mandy was playing with herself as I heard her moans as well. Everyone in the room got off but me.
Mandy changed Kara and then they all left. Mandy returned after a bit with some shorts and a T-shirt for me. She got me dressed with out changing me and slipped some sneakers on my feet. We rejoined Sand, Mona and Kara in the entry way and we headed out for breakfast. The shorts I was wearing were too small and you could not only see the diaper but the bulge in the back was very noticeable. I was made to carry the diaper bag. Where ever we were going, I was going to be changed there.
We arrived at a Denny’s and headed inside. The hostess asked us to follow her and Mona grabbed my hand and let the other three lead the way. Trailing a bit I noticed Mona was actively scanning the dinning room until she saw what she wanted. She steered me toward a tabled with a bunch of college age girls sitting at it and as we passed she stopped me and said loud enough for them to hear, “Wait a minute Mister, Let me check your diaper.” This caught their attention and they turned and watched as Mona grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled them out to look in my diaper. “Just as I thought poopy pants, lets go get you changed,” and led me to the women’s restroom. Once in side she pulled my shorts down and then waited for a moment to see if any of the girls would enter. Two of them did and as the door opened, Mona started to un-tape the diaper. She changed me standing up as the floor was filthy. I stood there exposed to the amazed eyes of the girls who didn’t even pretend to use the facilities. The just watch, mouths open as Mona washed my behind and then re-diapered me. I just stood staring at the floor.
She pulled my shorts back up and as we exited said, “I owe you a spanking and a fucking don’t forget.” Like I could forget that. I heard the laughter of the girls we left behind even as the door closed.
We found where the others were seated and joined them. Mandy gave me a sympathetic look. From a few tables away I could hear the story of what happened in the restroom being retold to the friends of the adventurous girls. Mona produced a baby bottle from the diaper bag and I had to drink down more of the mix in public. When the waitress arrived for drink orders, she barely suppressed a laugh. Every one ordered coffee and Mona gave her an empty bottle to fill with juice for me. When she came back she also brought a bib to tie around my neck. Breakfast was ordered and the conversation was about me at the table. It wasn’t missed when my face reddend and I filled my diaper again. Thankfully it was decided that another trip into that filthy restroom was out of the question. I would just have to sit in my poopy pants till we left.
Even though our table was not on the way to the door, the girls who witnessed the show came by to get another look before they left in a fit of giggles. I worried that I would be seeing them again as it has happened before. Mona was very good at finding a way to include those who found my situation funny into our lives again. Breakfast arrived and I was fed by Mandy first, then Kara as Mandy ate. I put up with it as though it was normal so as not to further incur Mona’s wrath. We finished and paid and headed out to the car. This Denny’s was in the parking lot of a mall and the girls decided we should do a little shopping.
They dragged me from store to store as they looked at shoes and clothes and I added to the huge bulge in my diaper. The took me into a trendy blue jeans place and I had to try on a dozen different pair of jeans while they asked the cute sales girl, “Can you tell if he has full pants in this pair?” She smiled at each question and even played along, pushing on my ass to try and flatten out the lump with out success. They bought every pair so as not to return them to the rack after I wore them with a dirty diaper. Of course they wouldn’t allow me to use the dressing room, I had to change out in the open for all to see.
Loaded down with bags, including my diaper bag, I walked a pace behind the girls. I was exhausted and had had enough. Mona had one last humiliation planned for me. Sort of a repeat of what happened at breakfast. There was a group of young girls just hanging out in the mall, go figure. Mona stopped and turned to me and said, “Turn around so I can check your diaper.” This phrase, when uttered not in the presence of a baby, is a real conversation stopper. The group was riveted as Mona pulled at the back of my shorts once again. “Oh my, what a pants full!” Mona said and then she swatted my ass. The reaction as expected was gales of laughter. She turned to the giggling girls and asked where the ladies room was. They cheerfully volunteered to show the way and we were off to humiliate me once again with a very public diaper change.
The girls led us to the Ladies room and we followed them inside. They were a typical gaggle of mindless twits you would find hanging out at the mall. I was unburdened of my packages and my shorts were unceremoniously pulled to my ankles. This delighted our onlookers and one of them was bold enough to step up and look in the back of my diaper. Mona asked her if she wanted to clean me up but she just laughed and returned to a watching position.
Mona un-taped the diaper and pulled it away from me. Clean up was relatively easy as the poop was hard and in no time I was re-diapered, however my shorts were removed and I was made to exit the mall with no pants. Mona chastised me loudly as we left saying, “If you are going to poop in your pants you shouldn’t be allowed to wear any, they only get in the way when I have to change you.” The onlookers gaped at us as we passed.
I was strapped into my seat belt and another bottle was given to me to drink. I finished it and dozed lightly as we drove. When we stopped I opened my eyes to find us not at home, but on the campus of the local nursing college. I looked about wide eyed trying to figure out what we were doing here. Mona turned in her seat and said to me, “We are going to leave you here for the after noon. You are going to be a practice dummy for the CNA class. You are going to have your diapers changed for the next couple hours by several classes. It should be great fun for you.” I rolled my eyes at that comment and got a sound spanking right out in the open for it.
Carrying my diaper bag, I was led by Mona into the nearest building. The girl at the desk looked at me and said, “Let me guess what he is here for?” Mona laughed, “Yes this big diaper boy is a teaching aid for your CNA classes.” The girl told Mona she would take it from hear and with an admonishment from Mona to, “Be-Have!” she left me there, pantless.
The receptionist was cute, dressed in tight fitting hospital scrubs, she had a rocken’ body, dishwater blond with big brown doe eyes. She took me by the hand and spoke to me as though I was slow, “It’s okay, we’ll take good care of you, don’t be scared.” As if my life were a series of things happening right on cue, I filled my diaper. “Awww, does he need his diaper changed already? The first class starts in a few minutes so you will just have to wait a little while,” she said slowly and deliberately as though to a child. Leading me down the corridor, she turned into a class room with several hospital beds and tables and a few stools. “Just lie here and the class will be in shortly.” She helped me on to one of the rolling beds.
She stayed with me until a a tough looking RN with short dark hair and wire rimmed glass arrived. They spoke about me briefly and the receptionist left. The RN stood over me and said, “Can you understand me?” I said yes and she continue, “today we have three classes. There are about ten students in each, so we will change your diapers ten times each hour. If you do not behave, you will be secured to the bed.” I nodded my understanding.
Ten young girls wondered into the classroom and crowded around me. They were all shapes and sizes and looked at me hungrily. “Ladies, this subject will allow you to practice changing diapers. His diaper is dirty at the moment and probably will be again before we are finished, but each of you will cleanse him as though it is dirty each time. Remember that a clean patient has less risk of skin breakdown and other health issues. Do a thorough cleaning.” She chose one of them to go first. She stepped right up, donning gloves and ripped open the tapes of my diaper. She pulled it down between my legs and used a wiped to clean my front. It was strange but in the clinical setting I did not get an erection, even when she spent time wiping my penis. She gently rolled me on my side and, taking her time, wiped my back side, even pushing the wipe up my ass a little. Removing the dirty diaper, she placed a clean one down and rolled me back on top of it. She checked me for rashes and finding none, she re-diapered me.
This continued through the class. I filled my diaper again before the hour was over and one of the girls made a comment to the effect of, “He is a prodigious pooper,” to the laughter of her classmates. The instructor admonished her for a lack of professionalism. Only one of them seemed to have trouble as she had put the clean diaper down upside down and the tapes were in the front instead of the back when she pulled it up through my legs. After correcting her mistake she was fine.
The second class was a lot more embarrassing because there where two guys in the group and it just made me feel sick when they cleaned me. I’m not a homophobe, it just was horribly uncomfortable to have a guy touch me that intimately. I survived, keeping my eyes closed tightly. There was only one dirty diaper for this group.
The third group was a train wreck. The instructor had to step in several times to help them and they still couldn’t get it right. When they were finished the RN had to re-diaper me herself. I guess I got used to it, but over all it was an awful experience. When Mona came in to get me she asked how it went and I simply said, “Fine.” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing how bad it was. This of course was another error of pride. She arranged with the RN instructor for me to return every week, “Since it was fine for you,” she said with a smirk. I had a feeling that Mona and the RN knew each other very well.
From here we went home and I was taken to the play room for a spanking and an ass fucking. Mona was very slow and deliberate and made sure I was completely cowed before she was finished with me. I ate dinner in the high chair and was put to bed early, which was fine by me.
I had to admit to myself that this is really what I want and if Sandy benefited from it as well, that was all the better. Sandy brought me directly to Mona in the “playroom” and my hospital gown was removed. Mona didn’t say a word to me as she attached me to the spanking bench. Sandy and she embraced and kissed for a moment and then Sandy left. Mona looked in the back of my diaper, “Well, Mr. Poopypants, you couldn’t stay out of trouble could you.” She started in on my dirty diaper with a paddle. “We have some catching up to do diaper boy. You will be spanked before every diaper change and fucked after each clean up. There will be a lot of both because you will be filled with my special formula night and day.”
She continued the spanking for a time and then she left, returning with a joyous Mandy who was so happy to see me. She lovingly removed my diaper and scrubbed me clean. Then she lubed me inside and out and Mona, strap on in place began impaling me. I was still suffering from the effects of the ecstasy and the sensual stimulation was amazing. I was rock hard and would have agreed to almost anything for a reach around. Instead I got a baby bottle placed between my lips by Mandy and I suckled on the cement mix like it was nectar.
Mona was finally satiated by the abuse and told Mandy to diaper me and put me to bed with the warning, “Allow him to climax and your next on the bench!” Mandy acquiesced and diapered me carefully as I was so ready to blow. She led me back to the nursery and I was pleasantly surprised to find Kara in a second crib. She was sound asleep in just a diaper, a pacifier hanging loosely from her sleeping lips. Mandy giggled at my reaction and put me in the other crib. She kissed me passionately and then raised the side rail and left the room. Exhausted for the events of the night capped by the abuse at Mona’s hands I feel deeply asleep.
I was roused to semi-consciousness twice to drink down a bottle before I was yanked from my crib mid morning. Mona all but dragged me to the playroom and attached me to the bench. My diaper was so full of poop it sagged but I was spanked anyway. She held it in place with one hand and wielded the paddle with the other. In a repeat of last night, Mandy cleaned and lubed me for the anal abuse Mona so enjoyed. Sandy joined us and actually sat on my back and necked with Mona as she slammed my ass. They finished each other off on some cushions on the floor as Mandy re-diaper me. Kara was placed in front of me. I could smell her dirty diaper. She pressed the front of her diaper to my mouth and I began licking her through it. I felt her diaper warm and realized she was peeing as I licked her. I felt hands on my ass, it was Mandy, messaging my anus through the diaper, causing me to move my full bowels into her hands. Mona and Sandy were climaxing followed closely by Kara. For all I knew Mandy was playing with herself as I heard her moans as well. Everyone in the room got off but me.
Mandy changed Kara and then they all left. Mandy returned after a bit with some shorts and a T-shirt for me. She got me dressed with out changing me and slipped some sneakers on my feet. We rejoined Sand, Mona and Kara in the entry way and we headed out for breakfast. The shorts I was wearing were too small and you could not only see the diaper but the bulge in the back was very noticeable. I was made to carry the diaper bag. Where ever we were going, I was going to be changed there.
We arrived at a Denny’s and headed inside. The hostess asked us to follow her and Mona grabbed my hand and let the other three lead the way. Trailing a bit I noticed Mona was actively scanning the dinning room until she saw what she wanted. She steered me toward a tabled with a bunch of college age girls sitting at it and as we passed she stopped me and said loud enough for them to hear, “Wait a minute Mister, Let me check your diaper.” This caught their attention and they turned and watched as Mona grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled them out to look in my diaper. “Just as I thought poopy pants, lets go get you changed,” and led me to the women’s restroom. Once in side she pulled my shorts down and then waited for a moment to see if any of the girls would enter. Two of them did and as the door opened, Mona started to un-tape the diaper. She changed me standing up as the floor was filthy. I stood there exposed to the amazed eyes of the girls who didn’t even pretend to use the facilities. The just watch, mouths open as Mona washed my behind and then re-diapered me. I just stood staring at the floor.
She pulled my shorts back up and as we exited said, “I owe you a spanking and a fucking don’t forget.” Like I could forget that. I heard the laughter of the girls we left behind even as the door closed.
We found where the others were seated and joined them. Mandy gave me a sympathetic look. From a few tables away I could hear the story of what happened in the restroom being retold to the friends of the adventurous girls. Mona produced a baby bottle from the diaper bag and I had to drink down more of the mix in public. When the waitress arrived for drink orders, she barely suppressed a laugh. Every one ordered coffee and Mona gave her an empty bottle to fill with juice for me. When she came back she also brought a bib to tie around my neck. Breakfast was ordered and the conversation was about me at the table. It wasn’t missed when my face reddend and I filled my diaper again. Thankfully it was decided that another trip into that filthy restroom was out of the question. I would just have to sit in my poopy pants till we left.
Even though our table was not on the way to the door, the girls who witnessed the show came by to get another look before they left in a fit of giggles. I worried that I would be seeing them again as it has happened before. Mona was very good at finding a way to include those who found my situation funny into our lives again. Breakfast arrived and I was fed by Mandy first, then Kara as Mandy ate. I put up with it as though it was normal so as not to further incur Mona’s wrath. We finished and paid and headed out to the car. This Denny’s was in the parking lot of a mall and the girls decided we should do a little shopping.
They dragged me from store to store as they looked at shoes and clothes and I added to the huge bulge in my diaper. The took me into a trendy blue jeans place and I had to try on a dozen different pair of jeans while they asked the cute sales girl, “Can you tell if he has full pants in this pair?” She smiled at each question and even played along, pushing on my ass to try and flatten out the lump with out success. They bought every pair so as not to return them to the rack after I wore them with a dirty diaper. Of course they wouldn’t allow me to use the dressing room, I had to change out in the open for all to see.
Loaded down with bags, including my diaper bag, I walked a pace behind the girls. I was exhausted and had had enough. Mona had one last humiliation planned for me. Sort of a repeat of what happened at breakfast. There was a group of young girls just hanging out in the mall, go figure. Mona stopped and turned to me and said, “Turn around so I can check your diaper.” This phrase, when uttered not in the presence of a baby, is a real conversation stopper. The group was riveted as Mona pulled at the back of my shorts once again. “Oh my, what a pants full!” Mona said and then she swatted my ass. The reaction as expected was gales of laughter. She turned to the giggling girls and asked where the ladies room was. They cheerfully volunteered to show the way and we were off to humiliate me once again with a very public diaper change.
The girls led us to the Ladies room and we followed them inside. They were a typical gaggle of mindless twits you would find hanging out at the mall. I was unburdened of my packages and my shorts were unceremoniously pulled to my ankles. This delighted our onlookers and one of them was bold enough to step up and look in the back of my diaper. Mona asked her if she wanted to clean me up but she just laughed and returned to a watching position.
Mona un-taped the diaper and pulled it away from me. Clean up was relatively easy as the poop was hard and in no time I was re-diapered, however my shorts were removed and I was made to exit the mall with no pants. Mona chastised me loudly as we left saying, “If you are going to poop in your pants you shouldn’t be allowed to wear any, they only get in the way when I have to change you.” The onlookers gaped at us as we passed.
I was strapped into my seat belt and another bottle was given to me to drink. I finished it and dozed lightly as we drove. When we stopped I opened my eyes to find us not at home, but on the campus of the local nursing college. I looked about wide eyed trying to figure out what we were doing here. Mona turned in her seat and said to me, “We are going to leave you here for the after noon. You are going to be a practice dummy for the CNA class. You are going to have your diapers changed for the next couple hours by several classes. It should be great fun for you.” I rolled my eyes at that comment and got a sound spanking right out in the open for it.
Carrying my diaper bag, I was led by Mona into the nearest building. The girl at the desk looked at me and said, “Let me guess what he is here for?” Mona laughed, “Yes this big diaper boy is a teaching aid for your CNA classes.” The girl told Mona she would take it from hear and with an admonishment from Mona to, “Be-Have!” she left me there, pantless.
The receptionist was cute, dressed in tight fitting hospital scrubs, she had a rocken’ body, dishwater blond with big brown doe eyes. She took me by the hand and spoke to me as though I was slow, “It’s okay, we’ll take good care of you, don’t be scared.” As if my life were a series of things happening right on cue, I filled my diaper. “Awww, does he need his diaper changed already? The first class starts in a few minutes so you will just have to wait a little while,” she said slowly and deliberately as though to a child. Leading me down the corridor, she turned into a class room with several hospital beds and tables and a few stools. “Just lie here and the class will be in shortly.” She helped me on to one of the rolling beds.
She stayed with me until a a tough looking RN with short dark hair and wire rimmed glass arrived. They spoke about me briefly and the receptionist left. The RN stood over me and said, “Can you understand me?” I said yes and she continue, “today we have three classes. There are about ten students in each, so we will change your diapers ten times each hour. If you do not behave, you will be secured to the bed.” I nodded my understanding.
Ten young girls wondered into the classroom and crowded around me. They were all shapes and sizes and looked at me hungrily. “Ladies, this subject will allow you to practice changing diapers. His diaper is dirty at the moment and probably will be again before we are finished, but each of you will cleanse him as though it is dirty each time. Remember that a clean patient has less risk of skin breakdown and other health issues. Do a thorough cleaning.” She chose one of them to go first. She stepped right up, donning gloves and ripped open the tapes of my diaper. She pulled it down between my legs and used a wiped to clean my front. It was strange but in the clinical setting I did not get an erection, even when she spent time wiping my penis. She gently rolled me on my side and, taking her time, wiped my back side, even pushing the wipe up my ass a little. Removing the dirty diaper, she placed a clean one down and rolled me back on top of it. She checked me for rashes and finding none, she re-diapered me.
This continued through the class. I filled my diaper again before the hour was over and one of the girls made a comment to the effect of, “He is a prodigious pooper,” to the laughter of her classmates. The instructor admonished her for a lack of professionalism. Only one of them seemed to have trouble as she had put the clean diaper down upside down and the tapes were in the front instead of the back when she pulled it up through my legs. After correcting her mistake she was fine.
The second class was a lot more embarrassing because there where two guys in the group and it just made me feel sick when they cleaned me. I’m not a homophobe, it just was horribly uncomfortable to have a guy touch me that intimately. I survived, keeping my eyes closed tightly. There was only one dirty diaper for this group.
The third group was a train wreck. The instructor had to step in several times to help them and they still couldn’t get it right. When they were finished the RN had to re-diaper me herself. I guess I got used to it, but over all it was an awful experience. When Mona came in to get me she asked how it went and I simply said, “Fine.” I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing how bad it was. This of course was another error of pride. She arranged with the RN instructor for me to return every week, “Since it was fine for you,” she said with a smirk. I had a feeling that Mona and the RN knew each other very well.
From here we went home and I was taken to the play room for a spanking and an ass fucking. Mona was very slow and deliberate and made sure I was completely cowed before she was finished with me. I ate dinner in the high chair and was put to bed early, which was fine by me.
