Baby Cage by Devon Shire Page B

moment later, Seth pulled my attention away from my disappointment when he placed three things on the changing table, right by my arm. “What are those?” Of course, I recognized them on some level, but I couldn’t believe he would really use them. I had hoped that once I wet my diaper, it would be over. They proved their point.
    Seth grinned as though I couldn’t have asked a better question, “These are baby wipes.” He held up the small container. It was pink and soft with rounded edges. “This is your baby powder,” he said and held up the plastic bottle. “And this will be your fresh diaper. Do you like the patterns? I thought we should go with the butterflies, but Kayla thought you’d like the baby bears more. They’re in diapers too, because anyone in diapers must be a baby.”
    “Please, not another one,” I said, whining and begging. My muscles couldn’t be denied any more, and the animal part of my brain took over. I wasn’t proud of the way I thrashed and struggled and kept whimpering like a trapped bunny.
    The whole time, Seth watched. He didn’t say anything as I pulled and stretched the straps until I had to finally give up from sheer exhaustion. I fell back down and he asked, “Are you done now?”
    “Yes.”
    “You know,” he said as he opened the box with the wipes, “we’ve been very patient with you. We need to be. After all, there obviously has to be a transition period. But that won’t last forever. If you continue to misbehave and throw these little fits, then we will begin punishing you. We’ll be gentle about it and we’ll do it because we care about you, but don’t you dare think otherwise.” He spoke with such calm sincerity; I had to believe him. A shiver hopped down my spine.
    Seth touched the cool wipe to my pelvis. I wasn’t really dirty there, but I guess he wanted me to become accustomed to the wipe’s temperature and texture. He slid it down and started to wipe off my inner thighs. At the same time, he released my ankles from their straps and tapped my leg to get me to lift my butt. I complied this time as I wondered about what kinds of punishments they could mete out. They had already humiliated me in so many ways. What else could they do?
    So much, I realized, refusing to name the types of discipline they might impose. I couldn’t even think them inside my head.
    Seth slipped the baby wipe into my slit. He was gentle, but I shivered anyway. The baby wipe had become warm, and he continued to clean me there. “Such a dirty girl,” he mumbled, nearly cooing as he might to an actual child. I swallowed and tried to hide my arousal.
    But my body betrayed me. He caught the scent of my sex or maybe he felt the way my lips opened up for him. Either way, he fingered me with the baby wipe, teasing me in much the same way Kayla had done. Not only were they turning me into a baby, they were making me like it!
    That revelation should have sent waves of outrage pulsating through me. It didn’t.
    I couldn’t bring myself to care. Instead, I widened my legs and started to raise my hips to meet his touch. My breaths came in shallow puffs as my blood sang through my veins. I opened my mouth and stopped thinking. I stopped thinking of how they teased and mocked me, how they had made me act like a little girl.
    The climax rushed through me like a nova. It was just as intense as the orgasm Kayla gave me. I slumped back and relaxed completely. Seth threw away the dirty diaper and the used wipe. When he came back, he applied a liberal amount of powder. Small clouds of the white dust ballooned on the air and vanished before my hazy eyes.
    Seth picked up the new diaper with its baby bear prints. He unfolded it and made me lift my butt again. I did so and felt him slide the new diaper beneath me. He folded it around my most sensitive and adult parts and I tried not to think of what a fresh diaper meant or the only way I would get it off. They were going to make me wet again and again