Bei meinem letzten Post hab ich euch gezeigt was ich alles hab. Jetzt will ich von euch wissen was soll ich für denn nächsten Post anziehen, verwenden und evtl welche Pose wünscht ihr euch.
There I lay now in the large park on a blanket on the meadow. I had a somewhat short T-shirt on and a Betterdry. Next to me sat my Honey and the psychology student Conny, who made Honey aware of us by changing my diaper. The ladies got along great and I snoozed in the sun, so time flew by for all of us.
Finally, Conny turned to us, “Do you guys still feel like joining me for a beer and some fries in the beer garden?”
“Well, that’s an excellent idea,” Honey replied, finally tossing me my pants.
Conny eyed me, “you’ve peed in something again, at least that’s what your diaper looks like.”
“yes,” I answered, “that’s normal, you were two times at the restroom since we met. But there is some capacity left.”
“Well then, that’s good, then you can also drink something.”
I pulled on my pants, which couldn’t really hide the Betterdry. Honey packed up our stuff and gave me a pat on my diapered bottom.
“Let’s go,” she called good-humoredly and we started walking.
There weren’t many tables occupied in the beer garden yet either. Honey chose a table on the edge.
We sat down and looked at the menu.
“Baby, you want some fries and sausage too?” asked Honey. She had a dangerous glint in her eye.
“Yeah, and a beer,” I replied.
“Let’s see,” said Honey, “Conny, let’s go get some food and drinks and let him take the table here.”
“Okay,” Conny replied. The two of them got up and walked toward the food counter. I could watch them. They stopped halfway and Honey told Conny something. Conny nodded and they both laughed and kept walking and ordering food and drinks.
After some time they both came back. Conny carried a tray with two large portions of fries and two plates of bratwurst, Honey carried a tray with two large beers and a large soda with a straw. Not Honey, but Conny sat down close to me and Honey sat down across from us. Honey put the soda down for me, and the sausages and fries went to the ladies.
I protested, “I asked for a beer too, the soda is here wrong.“
"No, no baby,” Honey said. Conny wants to play with you a little and has decided that beer is not for diaper pissers.“
I gulped. Conny turned to me and said, "We don’t think you’re ready to eat and drink by yourself. Just like you’re not ready to put on adult underwear. Please put your hands under your legs. You are not to take them out of there until we leave. Do you understand?”
“Yes Conny,” I said with my eyes downcast and sat on my hands.
“He does seem to like to protest, but he’s well behaved,” Conny said to Honey.
Honey nodded and smiled at us.
Conny patted my diapered bottom and stroked my back. I felt a cool breeze on my back, definitely my t-shirt had ridden up exposing the top of my diaper.
“Umm, can you pull my shirt back down?”, I asked.
“Oh,” Conny replied, “you can stand by the fact that you’re still not potty trained. The pants don’t really cover the diaper either. Do you like some sausage?”
I didn’t have a chance against the two ladies anyway. And probably a punishment was already waiting for me at home because of my protest attitude. So I nodded silently.
Conny cut off a slice of the sausage and blew a little to make it cooler. She held the slice on the fork to her lips to check the temperature and brought the fork to my mouth. “A bite for dear Conny,” she said with a laugh. I opened my mouth and ate the sausage slice.
Honey sort of copied Conny in the same way. “One bite for dear Honey.”
So I was fed by the two and was allowed in between to suck on the straw in the soda. The two ladies were visibly enjoying themselves. I found the helplessness at the same time humiliating and exciting.
When everything was eaten, Conny took a napkin, spit on it and wiped my mouth. My grandma had already done that and I hated it.
It was early evening by now and it was getting chilly. We said goodbye to Conny after the ladies exchanged phone numbers. Conny was intrigued by us and offered Honey to help her with babysitting.
We caught the next bus and headed home. Even though no one approached us, I felt exposed to a thousand stares. The bulge of the diaper, by now well swollen thanks to lemonade, was unmistakable. I was glad when we got home.
Once home, Honey checked the remaining capacity of my diaper by a spirited grip. “Well that’s a good full one. That’s just in time, I need to have a serious word with you. Go into the chamber and strip down to your diaper. I’ll be right there.”
Oha, I thought. This did not develop well. I fretted over all the back-talking I had done throughout the day.
Honey came into our little changing room. I had feared it, she had the paddle in her hand. Along with it a roll of duct tape. What she was going to do with it I would find out sooner than I would have liked.
“Take off the diaper and put it open on the massage table,” Honey said firmly. A moment later I was standing naked in front of her.
“Baby, I hate to do this, but you need to feel what works and what doesn’t. And so many backtalks like today don’t work. You have to learn that you are a little diaper pisser and need someone to educate you. Repeat after me: I am a little diaper pisser and I want to be educated by you. I’m sorry for talking back.”
I spoke the sentences with my eyes lowered and Honey asked me to repeat the sentences 3 more times.
Finally she said, “So, to help you remember that you are a little diaper pisser in the future, press your face into the wet diaper.” Reluctantly, I did as she commanded. It was a soft, moist warm feeling. Fortunately, my warm piss didn’t smell strong.
Honey taped the diaper shut over my head and wrapped some tape around it. Apparently I was to keep it on my head longer.
She ordered me to lean on the massage table with my forearms and stick my ass out. After each stroke, I was to repeat the sentences. The paddle whizzed on my burning ass a total of 30 times, then she stopped.
She then led me into the living room and put me face to the wall in a corner. I had to put my hands together above my head. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. In the following two hours, which passed like chewing gum, she made me recite the sentences several times.
Finally she had mercy. She cut the duct tape and removed the diaper from my head. I was allowed to take a shower. Afterwards she lovingly creamed my burning butt and wrapped me in a fresh diaper.
