Diaper Punished by Aunt Myra and the Cousins — Part 6

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Jordan cringed as he stood before his Aunt Myra and his cousin Lilly, anxiously shuffling the crayon-written pages of the lengthy apology letter his Aunt had forced him to write to Lilly.

He could barely believe his Aunt was forcing him to read the lengthy, humiliating confession out loud to Lilly, while standing right in front of her, wearing nothing but his utterly soaked, poop-loaded diaper, squeezed in tight against his bottom and genitals by the thick plastic baby pants his Aunt had forced him to step into.

Jordan made a pathetic, terrified attempt to try to finally just look up at Lilly’s face, only to immediately abort and stare back down at his feet in shame. All he could sense of her was her arms impatiently folded as she stood before him.

“Well? We’re waiting,” Aunt Myra said, tapping her foot as she stood to Jordan’s side.

“Do I… have to read it all?” Jordan nervously squeaked, half-stalling for time.

“What the—stupid baby!” Aunt Myra snapped, suddenly revealing the cane from behind her that Jordan had been terrified of earlier that same night.

Thwack! Aunt Myra landed a stinging blow to Jordan’s exposed thigh, causing him to scream in surprised pain, practically hopping in the air and grabbing his poopy diaper butt with his hands like a cartoon.

“Why would I waste my time having you write it all, if I didn’t think Lilly deserved to hear it all? Are you purposefully trying to smart off to me? Because we can end the night with a long visit from the cane, then send you to bed in your poopy mess, if that’s what you prefer,” she threatened.

“No! No! I’m sorry, Aunt Myra, I didn’t mean anything by it! You’re right, I’m just a stupid baby, that’s all. Please don’t be mad, I’m sorry, I’ll be good!” Jordan pleaded.

“Very well. Then get to reading,” Aunt Myra demanded, cane at the ready.

Jordan started rapidly mumbling the words of his letter, keeping his head as far down as possible and his gaze locked on the paper to avoid looking at Lilly standing in front of him.

“Dear—Lilly—I—am—really—sorry—for—all—the—naughty—things—I—did—earlier—”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Three sudden sharp blows from the cane caused Jordan to scream in pain, stopping him in his tracks.

“Very funny, mumble-mouth,” Aunt Myra said. “But if I didn’t want to hear a thing you said, I’d have kept that pacifier in between your lips. Now, start over and try again. I’m happy to leave as many marks on your behind as it takes until you do it properly, like we both know my beautiful, princess of a daughter deserves. Especially from a stupid, stinking diaper boy like yourself.”

Jordan took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of himself. His hands were shaking and he felt like he wanted to cry. The painful blows from the cane were only making him that much more flustered.

He started over, this time forcing himself to be much louder. “Dear Lilly—“

“Stop,” Aunt Myra ordered. Jordan flinched, anticipating another blow from the cane, but fortunately, she didn’t strike him this time. “Turn and directly face the person you’re apologizing to,” Aunt Myra ordered.

Jordan painfully forced his posture to face Lilly head on, though he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Now, drop to your knees,” Aunt Myra ordered.

It took Jordan a moment to reckon with just how far his Aunt was going with this. But he didn’t dare raise a protest in the face of her terrifying cane, and instead just frowned as he slowly, obediently got down to his knees, desperately trying to keep the filthy payload of poopy mess in his diaper from smearing worse than it already was.

Jordan settled into a kneeling position in front of Lilly, the mess in his diaper hanging just above the heels of his feet, where he was anxious not to let it smush against his bottom any worse.

“Now, look up into your cousin’s eyes. Look the young woman you hurt in the face when you ask her to forgive you for your foul misdeeds,” Aunt Myra ordered.

Jordan hesitated, still only able to raise his gaze half-way up to her face, too nervous to look her in the eyes. His whole body trembled and his face went tomato red as he flashed back to the moment Lilly had sensuously grabbed his penis… only for him to pathetically soak her hand with his stinky peepee instead.

“All the way, Jordan! Look her in the eyes! Right now!” Aunt Myra scolded, suddenly grabbing Jordan by the chin and forcing his head up and back.

At last, Jordan looked directly into Lilly’s eyes. Her expression was almost exactly what Jordan feared. The most stark mixture of disgust, pity, and condescending boredom Jordan had ever seen upon Lilly’s face.

It was like the exact expression he imagined Lilly would make if she were to say, encounter a stranger’s obnoxious, smelly, spoiled toddler, suddenly interrupting her during a make-out session with her hot boyfriend, to ask her to wipe his bottom.

And while Jordan stared up at Lilly, his soul quietly dying with fresh shame and embarrassment, he suddenly felt Aunt Myra gently pressing down on his shoulder, pushing his bottom down… down on to the heels of his feet… causing him to feel the disgusting poopy mess in his diaper to mush and squish as he looked up into Lilly’s eyes. He twisted his face with overpowering, helpless disgust at his filthy, diapered state in her presence.

“Good, good! See, that wasn’t so hard?” Aunt Myra goaded as Jordan suppressed the urge to cry. “Now, start reading again, nice and clear and loud, but keep that eye contact. Otherwise, you’ll get another red stripe on your bottom and we’ll start over from the top,” she ordered, giving Jordan’s diapered bum a loud, but harmless, swat of her cane to drive home her point, causing Jordan to flinch and squirt a tiny bit more pee into his sodden diaper.

Jordan took a deep breath, gave his head a little shake, and desperately tried to summon the strength to shake off his tears and just get through this.

After all, he knew he didn’t have a choice, and it was only going to get harder as he went along…

***

“Dear Lilly,” Jordan began reading, dutifully enunciating and looking Lilly in the eyes. “I am really, really sorry for all the ways I mistreated you just so horribly tonight…” he then paused, suddenly feeling an unexpected surge of indignity.

Staring up at his cousin in his filthy poopy diaper, while she looked down at him in disdain, Jordan suddenly remembered for the first time in a while that he hadn’t actually done anything wrong to her! She in fact had been cruel to him! She even said so in private to him, earlier!

Jordan felt a fresh wave of humiliation and resentment that he was being forced to apologize and grovel to Lilly, when he was the one who had already suffered so much that evening due to her lies and trickery! And now look at her doing nothing again while her Mom tormented Jordan with such a brazen regimen of vindictive humiliation!

Jordan’s anger welled up in his throat, stopping him for a moment from going on, his tiny, minuscule thread of his remaining pride showing itself for the first time since arriving at Aunt Myra’s house that weekend.

But then, Jordan felt the threatening tap of his Auntie’s cane on his backside again, and a surge of fear pushed him forward, demanding he crush that remaining pride and push onward with his humiliation. After all, the threat of being trapped in the bubbling, squishing mess in the back of his diaper all night was also powerful motivation, easily able to permanently squash any notion of pride, however small, he might have still had left…

“I am really, really sorry for all the naughty, naughty things I did earlier tonight,” Jordan dutifully continued reading. “I feel so bad that I really am such a dumb, drooling little baby, that I really didn’t know any better. But even still, I know I messed up in so many ways, I know I deserve to feel humiliated and punished for all these things by Auntie. And I wanted to tell you why I’m sorry about each one, so you know just how sorry I am for being such a dumb baby.

“First, when we were washing the dishes, I know I got really mad and had a big fit, like a silly baby, all because I didn't want to listen to you, even though I should have. And then it caused a big mess that was all my fault. That was so, so naughty of me. So naughty, and stupid. I was such a naughty, naughty, stupid, stupid baby.

“Especially when I threw such a big, stupid baby tantrum, that I broke one of Auntie’s bowls on the floor. That was such a naughty, babyish thing for me to do. And if I were you or Auntie, I would probably treat me like a two year old who can’t even handle big boy dishes at all anymore, on a count of just how reckless and out of control my babyish tantrum was. I know I should have just listened to you from the beginning, like always, because I realize now just how much smarter and more mature you are compared to my tiny, itty-bitty, stupid baby brain.

“I also want to apologize for my pathetic and babyish reaction of anger when you finally discovered that I was wearing a baby-like diaper at my age. I realize I need to apologize to you because I realize I was basically lying to you for a long time, by pretending that I don’t need to wear diapers at night like a baby, when in fact Auntie has needed to put me in diapers like a dumb, bed-wetting baby for a long, long time now.

“I know you’ve asked me if I’m wearing diapers before, and I should have been honest and told you the truth, instead of pretending I wasn’t a bed-wetting baby. Because as you can see, I do need to wear diapers at night like a dumb baby, and so it was wrong of me to lie to my cousin who is fully potty-trained and doesn’t need to wear diapers at night like a dumb baby, and is therefore a bajillion times smarter and more mature than me.

“But also, now I have to tell you that I need to wear diapers like a baby during the daytime, too, now. I’m sorry for lying to you by trying to pretend I’m a big boy in any way, and not just a dumb, stinky baby who can’t handle going potty like a normal kid my age. As my more mature cousin, you deserved to know that there was another stinky baby in the house you were going to have to put up with when I visited, which is why I should have told you about my naughty, pathetic pants-wetting from the start, whether I made naughty peepees during the day or night.

“Also, the next thing I want to say is that I’m very, very sorry for saying some very, very naughty words in your presence in the kitchen earlier tonight that a dumb baby like me should never even know how to say in the first place. And I even tried to say those naughty words about you, but my dumb baby brain doesn’t even know what any of those words mean, but even still, I should never ever try to say such naughty words about anyone, especially not my wonderful, brilliant, more mature cousin, Lilly, who I am lucky to even be around at all.

“I am so, so embarrassed that I acted like such a dumb, pathetic baby in all these ways in the presence of you Lilly, because you are so incredibly intelligent, beautiful, and mature compared to me. And I am a pathetic, stinky baby, who smells like dirty diapers, and you are a beautiful flower, who smells like roses and a summer breeze. And I know the real only reason I said rude lies about you is because my little baby brain had a hard time accepting just how stinky and pathetic I am compared to you, so I acted out like a naughty, jealous toddler…”

Jordan paused for breath. And to his surprise, as he stared up at Lilly, he could have swore he suddenly saw her eyes soften as she stared back at him. That she might have even showed… a glimmer of affection for him again.

Suddenly, in the strangest way, Jordan wondered if his mortifying, humiliating letter could still somehow be bringing them together as he read it to her. Perhaps his utter degradation at her feet seemed to be touching her heart in some way.

… at least that’s what Jordan felt in that magical moment of glimmer in Lilly’s eyes.

Jordan even strangely began to feel his initial resentment toward Lilly regarding the injustice of the situation fading with every debasing, humiliating word he read. And perhaps his taboo love for his cousin was slowly returning, the humiliating words of his letter like some sort of perverse incantation for the both of them.

Jordan suddenly felt a strange, twisted gust of energy to continue reading to her.

“And I’m also super sorry and ashamed that instead of just going weewee in the potty like a big boy in the kitchen, I drenched my diaper in front of you with my stinky peepee. I know what I did was yucky, naughty, and shameful, and I’m sorry you had to be so close to me while I wet my diaper like a total baby. I’m a yucky, stinky, naughty, naughty peepee baby and I know it,” Jordan read.

His words suddenly took on a new double meaning and he could feel they both knew it. He wrote those words about when he wet his diaper in the kitchen that night. But now, the apology fit just as well for when he wet himself with her hand around his penis during the movie. It was no doubt a much more horrific, humiliating transgression on his part… but could she still forgive him? Her eyes, still softening, seemed to suggest she might, to Jordan’s quiet wonderment.

Suddenly, his Aunt Myra butted in.

“Oh, regarding this next part…” Aunt Myra said, squatting next to Jordan, and using her hand to reach down and squish the mess in the back of Jordan’s diaper through his plastic pants, making his eyes bulge in disgust and surprise. “I think I’d like you to ad-lib for Lilly at the end of the page there, to also include and explain this most recent, shocking act of incontinence, currently stinking up the back of your diaper.”

Jordan cautiously nodded, a little confused, until he continued reading, and immediately understood what his Aunt Myra wanted.

“I’m also extra, extra sorry to you, now that I’m able to fully admit just how truly pathetic and shameful my reliance on diapers is at my age,” Jordan continued. “Auntie has truly helped me realize that I really am just like a helpless little baby who can’t even control my own body.

“It's embarrassing and revolting to admit, but I realize now I have to use my diapers instead of using the potty like a smart big boy, because that’s just how much of a stupid, stupid baby I am. I'm so sorry for being such a disgusting, helpless baby in your presence who can't even do something as simple as go to the potty properly.

“This includes the way I made a massive, stinky, poopy mess in my diapee during the movie tonight, because I was too stupid to ask Auntie to use the potty to do my poopies like a big boy,” Jordan added off the cuff, as per his Auntie Myra’s request. “I’m so sorry for subjecting you to my infantile, foul stench, which you no doubt are utterly disgusted by still to this very moment.

“I know I should be ashamed of myself for wetting my diapers. And I know I should be even ten times more ashamed for pooping my diapers.

“And I am. I am so ashamed of myself that I am such a naughty, stupid, stinky baby, waddling around in my poopy diaper before you due to my pathetic infantile shortcomings,” Jordan said.

He had to stop for a moment as he suddenly felt his Aunt squishing and mushing his poopy mess as he spoke, surprising him and driving his shame home in a visceral way he never could have expected.

Then, to Jordan’s horror, he suddenly felt a familiar, naughty stirring in the front of his diaper. Slowly, it dawned on him that this was also the subject of the final part of his letter. The part he had practically forgot he had written, it was so unbearably embarrassing…

He felt his Auntie’s hand mushing the mess against his bottom, and his weewee getting stiffer and stiffer against his soggy crotch, and he stared up at Lilly, gasping, not knowing what was happening.

“Keep reading,” his Aunt hissed in his ear. “Every word.”

“Last but not least,” Jordan’s voice trembled as he continued, “this is by far the most embarrassing and shameful thing I must apologize to you for. Yes, it’s even more embarrassing and shameful than admitting I still need to wear diapers because I go potty in my pants and still need my Auntie to change my diapees like a stupid, stinky baby…”

Jordan’s voice cracked as he suddenly felt Aunt Myra’s other hand now going to the front of his diaper. He gasped and broke into a hot sweat as he felt her suddenly squeezing his involuntary boner through the front of his soggy padding.

Jordan whimpered in pained, humiliated, unhappy pleasure, continuing to read out of desperation to get this nightmarish humiliation over with.

“You see, Lilly, upon checking my diaper tonight, right after you had made close physical contact with me in the kitchen,” Jordan continued, his Aunt making his boner more and more prominent in the front of his diaper against Jordan’s will. “Auntie Myra discovered that I had an extremely obvious, shameful erection for you, my cousin. That’s right, an erection from your physical touch, even while still wearing my filthy, sagging, drooping, stinky diaper.

“What Aunt Myra discovered, I’m deeply sorry and filled with shame to admit, is that I have a deeply perverted, filthy, long-held, sexual fixation on you, my cousin.

“Even though I know you find my infantile state utterly repulsive on a sexual, romantic, and even inter-personal level, I have still harbored these perverse sexual fixations for you, which I know is deeply disrespectful of your beauty, intelligence, and power as a smarter, infinitely more mature being than I.

“I promise that I will totally submit myself to any and all means Auntie recommends and requires, to make sure my shameful, humiliating, perverse, incestuous desires never again rear their ugly head in your presence again. And I am so, so ashamed of these perverse, feelings for you…”

Suddenly, Jordan trailed off and looked away. Then he looked up, directly at Lilly, with an indescribable sense of raw honesty, emotion… and hope in his voice. He suddenly ad-libbed once again.

“Even now, while sitting in my filthy, poopy diaper, I have a boner for you, Lilly. Because I love you, Lilly. I love you, even though Auntie has made it so clear to me that I am just a pathetic, stinky, pants-pooping baby. I love you, Lilly, in the most perverse way. And I am so, so sorry for just what a naughty, perverted, diaper-pooping stinker I am, knowing I am utterly helpless to be anything but,” Jordan confessed, tears in his eyes.

There was a long, poignant silence. Lilly stared back into Jordan, wordless, but an undeniable twinkle in her gaze. And Jordan felt himself silently filling with the most tremendous hope, that maybe, after all this…

Jordan looked down to finally finish reading the letter, while his Aunt stood back up, seemingly satisfied with her moment of hands-on demonstration at the front of his diaper.

“Lilly, I want you to know just how much I regret all my inexcusable actions, and just how embarrassed I am to have burdened you in any way through my babyish stupidity, selfishness, childishness, incompetence, and incontinence.

“I feel more deeply humiliated and ashamed than you can imagine by just what a pathetic, diaper-wetting stinker I am, and I know I deserve every bit of that shame and humiliation. I fully accept any and all current or future punishments or consequences for my terrible behavior, no matter how severe or long-lasting they may be, from either you, Auntie Myra, or anyone else you deem fit.

“I can only hope that one day, you find it in your heart to pinch your nose long enough in my presence, allowing you to avoid my nauseating diaper-stench long enough, to forgive me for even a fraction of all the ways I have burdened you with my outrageously pathetic, infantile babyhood. With Love. Your naughty, stinky, helplessly diaper-pooping cuzzy… Jordy.”

And with that, the letter was finally finished.

Jordan looked up, his heart pounding. A profound silence swept over the room. Jordan’s whole body was still trembling from the insane roller-coaster of emotions he’d just been on.

Most prominently in Jordan’s mind now, was his near-explicit confession of love for his cousin, Lilly, right to her face. It was a terrifying thing to think, let alone say. But as he stared up at her, he knew it was true. He felt it was true with every fiber of his being. Just like she had seemingly suggested feeling the same about him earlier that same evening, comparing them to Belle and the Beast!

Jordan was sure he could see in her eyes a deep, glowing resonance with everything he had said. And as he sat in his poopy diaper, staring up at Lilly with glowing eyes, it was like he had just proposed to her!

Now, he sat on his knees before her, eagerly awaiting her response with every fiber of his being…

Finally, at long last…

Lilly spoke.

“So, can I finally go now, Mom, or what? He really stinks!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

IN PART VII (CONCLUSION)