Sent Back and Diapered at Daycare — Part 4

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“Here’s the deal, little Lucas,” Miss Turner said, “I’m going to un-strap you now and flip you over for the rest of your diaper change. If you’re a perfect little angel, you’ll get your little pluggy out. But if you act up in any way…”

Miss Turner was holding a little rubber bulb that I realized was connected to the butt plug inside of me. She gave it a sudden hard squeeze.

I yelped! The butt plug inflated even bigger!

“That’s right,” she giggled. “If you act up at all, your little pluggy friend gets even bigger while he’s visiting your bottom. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I whimpered in humiliation.

“Good boy,” she smiled, giving my naked bottom a playful pat.

She then got to work loosening the straps over my body, around my ankles, and around my wrists. As the straps were removed, it dawned on me that I should be feeling tremendous relief about finally being freed from the suffocating restraints that had been holding me down.

But I felt no such relief. Because I was still being aggressively restrained… by the massive intruder now in my bottom, filling me up, penetrating and widening me with every little motion I made.

The cruel irony of Miss Turner’s method became clear. She had released me from the external binds, knowing they were nothing compared to the internal bind of the sinister obedience plug she had plunged into my bottom.

I was still at her total mercy.

“Now be a good boy for teacher and roll onto your back for your diapee change!” She said in a sing-song voice.

As I rolled over on the diaper changing table, I realized that I had been so distracted by the butt plug, I had almost forgotten all about the diaper she was preparing to put me in. I was starkly reminded as she once again unfurled the extra-large, bright pink, crinkly, disposable diaper before my eyes.

As Miss Turner equipped a pair of latex gloves, I happened to notice her eyes drift down to my crotch for the first time since I rolled over. And to my horror… she burst into laughter.

"Oh my goodness!" She squealed. “I didn’t realize that you were absolutely tiny down there! How adorable! That’s one of the smallest peepees I’ve ever seen. No wonder you don’t act like a big boy upstairs. Downstairs, you really are still just a baby!”

I was mortified. In an instant, she had humiliated me to my very core.

Because the truth was… I knew she was right. My penis was humiliatingly tiny. I’d been ashamed of it for as long as I could remember, and my greatest fear was being mocked for it by a woman once she discovered how inadequate I was. But never in a million years could I have imagined this was how a woman would see it…

I was devastated. Desperate to just escape my trapped humiliation, I turned my head and closed my eyes, attempting to just block everything out.

“Now butt up… there we go, that’s a good little tiny-peepee baby,” she cooed as she slipped the diaper under my bottom, making me cringe at the soft, crinkly sensation under my naked tuchus.

To my surprise, with my eyes still closed and without any conscious thought, my thumb gently drifted upward to my mouth, where I began desperately sucking it for comfort.

And for a blissful few seconds, the rest of the world seemed to disappear as I relaxed into a blessed, infantile comfort…

“Little boy! Did you hear me?” Miss Turner barked.

My eyes snapped open. “I said feet to the sky,” She repeated.

“Oh, sawwy,” I said, blushing as I realized my thumb was still in my mouth. I wiped my drool covered thumb on my chest in embarrassment, causing Miss Turner to giggle.

“Aw, don’t worry, little baby, nap time is soon. But when you’re on the changing table, you need to follow directions. So I have to give your bott-bott plug a little puff for not listening properly, okay?”

I cringed, and before I even had a chance to respond…

Puff I squealed as the plug inflated even wider, making Miss Turner just giggle again.

“Now feet in the air, hands around knees, knees to your chest, please, like I asked,” Miss Turner said.

I promptly complied, desperate to avoid another punishment inflation of my plug. As I pulled my knees back, I felt a cool chill on my rear end as I fully exposed my most sensitive and intimate bits for Miss Turner’s unfettered access.

“There we go, that’s a good baby. Now just spread those legs a little bit… good baby! Letting teacher get a good look at your red little bot-bot and your tiny little peepee… Oh yes indeed, this is one tiny, tiny little winky. Don’t worry, little guy. Mr. peepee will be all safe and dry in your diapee real soon, okay?” she giggled as she playfully fondled my little parts, making me blush even redder as I held myself up for her humiliating access.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes again, praying this whole awful thing would just be over soon.

I heard Miss Turner squeeze some oil out of a bottle, then start cheerfully humming to herself as she started rubbing baby oil into my butt with her hands.

The sensation felt profoundly babyish… and yet undeniably soothing on my blistered behind from my spanking earlier. I even let out a little moan of enjoyment.

“Aww, maybe baby likes his diapee changes more than he let on?” Miss Turner giggled. “Now just spread those legs a little wider for me… there you go.”

Then she suddenly began massaging the oil onto my flaccid shaft and balls.

I was frozen in shock as she continued firmly stroking, massaging and fondling my privates with her gloved hand, even using her other hand to start playfully tugging on the base of the plug in my bottom.

And to my immense embarrassment… my cock grew rock hard.

“Uh-oh, careful, you might poke an eye out with that thing,” Miss Turner giggled at my erection, giving it a gentle push to let it swing back and forth like a spring. “Just kidding. Even when your little peepee is stiff, it’s still far too tiny to even do something like that,” she added, making me blush even redder.

She then completely let go, leaving me to realize… my rock hard cock was now desperate for more of her touch. And of course, realizing this fact only made me ten times more embarrassed.

She then began dousing my crotch and thighs with baby powder. Once again faced with the sickly sweet scent, now stronger than ever, I closed my eyes again and felt strangely transported back in time.

Back to a time when I really did need diapers. Of infantile helplessness on the changing table, of strangers touching my privates, of daycare toddler rooms smelling of strange soggy and messy diapers…

For some reason, my already hard cock got even harder, standing tall and practically throbbing between my legs.

I had no idea why… but I was suddenly hornier than I’d ever been in my life. In fact, I suddenly felt like I could bust at any second. I desperately wanted to just reach down and grab my cock in order to finish the job, but of course I didn’t dare.

“Okay, feet down, hands above your head, please,” she directed me, guiding my legs back down.

And that’s when Miss Turner finally pulled the front of the soft, crinkly, padded diaper up between my thighs…

Pressed it firmly down against my rock hard erection…

And taped the diaper shut, playfully giving my padded crotch one last squeeze.

My cock suddenly exploded, spraying hot cum into the folds of my diaper!

“Oooooooohhhhhh!!!!!!” I squealed at the top of my lungs, writhing on the table as my body was taken by an earth shattering orgasm.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

For several seconds, I was transported to a plane of unimaginable pleasure, enraptured by powerful orgasmic waves, my tiny cock spurting it’s hot juice with involuntary thrust after involuntary thrust into my thirsty, crinkly, disposable diaper.

I wailed a final screaming groan and collapsed back on the changing table, my body going limp.

I gasped for breath, my whole body trembling.

The climax was over. And I dropped back to reality like a lead balloon.

I slowly opened my eyes. Miss Turner was staring down at me, her hands on her hips, her expression ice cold.

“Young man. Do you care to explain to me what just happened in your diaper?”

I burned crimson, mortified beyond words. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I truly didn’t even know how it was possible, given my circumstances!

As I took in my surroundings, waves of post-orgasmic shame hit me like a ton of bricks. I was on a diaper changing table! In a daycare! Wearing a pink, disposable diaper!

I could now feel the hot, sticky load now pooling in my diaper. I reflexively reached my hand toward it in disbelief—

Smack! Miss Turner gave my hand a stinging slap. “Keep those hands above your head, like I ordered! Now, are you going to answer my question? Or do I just need to open your diaper and check for myself?”

“I… uh… uh…” I stammered. I was speechless. I didn’t know how I could possibly put what I had done into words.

Miss Turner rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Why should I be surprised? Of course you can’t tell me. You’re just a baby. And babies need their Mommies to check their diapers for them, instead.”

With wide, horrified eyes, I watched Miss Turner un-tape one side of my diaper, lift it up, and take a look inside.

I cringed in shame as we both took in the sight of my hot goo pooling around my shriveled wiener inside my diaper.

I was mortified.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty,” Miss Turner said, clucking her tongue and shaking her head. “You are one very, very naughty boy. Now do you want to try to explain to me what happened down here, Lucas?”

“I’m sorry!” I squeaked, covering my face in embarrassment. “I think I just… I think I had a little accident…”

“I’ll say!” She scoffed. “You didn’t just have a little accident. You had a very messy, very, very naughty accident. A sticky accident. An accident that boys still in diapers, like you, absolutely should not be having. Do you understand me, young man? This is unacceptable.”

“Yes, Miss!” I squeaked, covering my bright red face.

“Look at me, Lucas,” she demanded. “Look at me right now.”

My whole body trembling, my face burning redder than a tomato, I slowly moved my hands to look down at Miss Turner. She was still holding the diaper up for me to see.

“Do you see this?” She said, pointing at my mess. “You should be ashamed of yourself! This is a very, very naughty thing for a baby boy to do in his diapers! Especially while he’s being changed by teacher. Do you hear me?”

“Okay!” I squealed, my eyes tearing up.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” She demanded.

“I’m sawwy, I didn’t mean to!” I said, bursting into tears. “It was an accident! I swear! Please! Please, I promise it won’t happen again!”

I then broke down into hysterical sobs.

Miss Turner just shook her head and laughed to herself. “Well, I highly doubt you can really promise that. But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised about this. You already had one accident this morning. I guess I just didn’t realize… how much of a baby you really are, after all.”

Miss Turner taped the diaper shut again, rubbing my crotch and spreading the sticky goo around for good measure, making me squirm with embarrassment and shame.

“But don’t worry, Little Lucas,” she continued, “Now that we know you have a problem with naughty, naughty sticky accidents, as well as normal baby peepee accidents, I’ll be taking some swift measures to make sure this won’t be happening again anytime soon.

“And of course, I’ll be making sure to have a long talk with your Mother when she comes to pick you up tonight about your very serious, obviously untreated, sticky little behavior issue. It’s safe to assume that based on what just took place, you’ve no doubt been making naughty little messes where you shouldn’t be for some time now. I’m sure your Mother will appreciate being alerted to the issue so that she can help us nip that in the bud, as well.”

My eyes went wide with horror. It was the first time since that morning I had even thought about my Mom. I wasn’t even sure yet how she was going to react to everything else that had happened to me that day.

Of course, I had hoped my Mom would take my side about the stupid diapers issue. Obviously she knew I was actually potty-trained! But now that Miss Turner was going to tell her about what I just did? That I creamed my diaper right in front of her?

I shuddered in horror. It seemed like things just couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh, and before I forget…” Miss Turner said.

Puff. Puff. Puff.

I squealed in shock as she gave my butt plug three more inflations!

“That’s for making a naughty, sticky mess on the changing table, right in front of me, you naughty, naughty little stinker,” she said, giving my puffy butt a pat before walking across the room.

I writhed and groaned in discomfort on the changing table, the plug now feeling like a bowling ball, filling and spreading my whole rectum. It was like I had to poo worse than I’d ever had to poo before in my life… but when I tried to bear down to push it out, nothing happened.

I collapsed back on the changing table and let out a long groan of utterly humiliated defeat.

As Miss Turner started gathering some more supplies from around the changing room, I thought back to what I had said to myself just a moment ago. Things couldn’t get any worse. Only for Miss Turner to prove me wrong the very next second by inflating my butt plug even bigger.

I realized that under Miss Turner, my time at daycare could always still get worse. Always more degrading, humiliating and infantilizing.

And soon, I would learn that my diaper humiliation at daycare was still only just getting started.