Bella's New Punishment

CHAPTER ONE

“You have been such a bad girl, Bella. I think it’s time we try something different.”

Bella followed her Mistress, practically skipping as they strolled through the woman’s luxurious home. Delightful tingles stretched from the tips of her toes through every inch of her nude body at the thought of what lay in store for her. Her Mistress was exceptionally creative and took great pride in her depraved work. Oh, the things they had done together. 

The unlikely pair turned down a hallway and stopped at the entrance of a room Bella had never seen before. “Mistress?”

“Open the door. I know just how to tame this newfound bratty behavior of yours.”

Bella loved this part. She lived for this part. There was such a thrill in putting absolute trust in someone and not knowing what came next. 

When the door opened, Bella expected another dungeon-type room, having spent many long hours in bondage as she was teased and tormented for her Mistress’ pleasure. Well…not only her Mistress’s pleasure.

Bella stepped into the plush carpeting of the unfamiliar room and tried to take in what she was seeing. There was so much fucking pink. She wouldn’t call herself a tomboy, per se, but Bella had an edge and an intrinsic disdain for anything remotely dainty or girly.

This new room was both of those things. And so much more.

“Mistress, is that…”

“Yes, Bella. You have been a naughty little thing for far too long, and it is time to try something better suited to your current behavior. I have a very special punishment in store for you.”

“But, Mistress… I’m not into… I don’t really like…”

“This is not about what your slutty little mind likes. Do you remember your safe word? Do you want to use it?”

Bella hesitated... but ultimately trusted the older woman to know what she needed. 

“Bella?”

She sighed. “No, Mistress. But I don’t like this. I don’t want to wear…”

“I know, Bella. But I know you, inside and out. Your deepest desires are about relinquishing power and control to be completely at my mercy. That is all that this is. It just looks a little different from what you’re used to. Today, you are my doll to dress up and play with however I choose.”

Bella wrestled with those words as she was escorted to the large table against the wall and climbed on top. Mistress reached below the table and reappeared with a handful of pink. 

Why did it have to be pink? Ugh.

“Let’s start by making sure you stay out of trouble. These are for your hands. You won’t be able to do anything for yourself and will need me to take care of your every need.”

Bella held up the padded mittens and quickly verified the truth of what she was told. She wasn’t getting out of these, and her hands were completely useless. 

Looking down, she saw Mistress fitting her feet with a similar pair. “These will make it harder for you to walk, and I love how cute the matching set looks, don’t you?”

Mistress lifted Bella’s legs and attached her booties to two vertical posts that raised from the sides of the table and clicked firmly in place. A wave of vulnerability washed across Bella as her legs were spread wide, and her knees were bent to prepare her for the inevitability of what was coming. 

Her padded hands were next as one and then the other was raised to either side of her perturbed face and clicked into place. Bella performed the obligatory check of her bonds, and it was clear that she wasn’t going anywhere. She looked to her Mistress to see what came next.  

“Of course, we’ll need to do something about this hair…”

Bella groaned. She wasn’t opposed to having her pubic hair removed. She had grown it, trimmed it, and even dyed it fun colors at the request of her Mistress. It wasn’t unusual for her to be completely bare, either, but she suddenly realized that there was a reason that Mistress had forbidden her to shave for the last several weeks. Mistress gives, and Mistress takes away. 

The shaving cream was cool and Mistress made fast work of removing the remaining vestiges of Bella’s womanhood until she was silky smooth. Bella felt a cool drizzle onto her shaven loins before Mistress rubbed the sweet-smelling oil into her skin. She moaned, despite herself, and stole a glance to see that Mistress was smiling. The teasing continued for a few moments before Mistress stopped and held up the one item Bella had been dreading most. 

“Mistress, I don’t want to do this anymore. Please. Anything else. Take me to the dungeon. Spank me. Put me on a leash. I’ll be your slave. Or your maid. Or anything else. Just…not that.”

Mistress listened intently for Bella’s safe word before unfolding the pink diaper. She took her time and fluffed it menacingly, just like she had seen others do during her research. Mistress never jumped into anything haphazardly and was as prepared as ever for this new adventure. 

“Raise your bottom for me, Little Bella.”

Bella stared up at the ceiling and tightened every muscle in her body. This might be happening to her, but she didn’t have to be a willing participant. 

A hard slap to her upturned bottom got Bella’s attention. But Mistress didn’t stop with one slap. Bella was far too experienced to be convinced from one little smack. Mistress covered every inch of her captive’s vulnerable bottom until it was a bright shade of red and Bella was crying and squealing and pleading for it to end. This wasn’t Bella’s first diaper position spanking, but it was certainly the most literal. 

Bella’s body was still tense as she felt her Mistress caress her face and tuck the matted hair behind her ears. She sighed and allowed her butt to ease down onto the soft padding as her Mistress continued to stroke her favorite sub’s hair and wipe away the tears. 

This was new. Mistress was as sadistic as they came and loved nothing more than to watch Bella squirm. But this was caring and nurturing and…weird.

It was then that Bella noticed the gleam in Mistress’ eye and looked at her chest to see her deep, excited breaths. She was getting off on this!

Bella studied the woman, peering deeply into her sage-green eyes.  Those were not the eyes of a nurturing, compassionate caregiver. Bella saw someone deep into psychological mindfuckery and crafting new and ingenious ways to torment her.

“There you go. That’s a good girl. I think it’s time to give you this before we wrap your cute little bottom in that big, thick diaper down there.”

There it is. That’s the sadistic bitch that I know and love. The words and tone may sound sweet from the outside, but the humiliating undertone helped Bella clearly understand the game she was now playing. Mistress wasn’t into diapers and age play any more than she was. This was just another way to assert her dominance and watch Bella squirm. Game on.

Bella was lost in these thoughts as the pink pacifier made its way into her mouth. She accepted it like the obedient slave she was and started sucking before she even realized what she was doing, so used to opening her mouth for gags or dildos or…anything else…that she unwittingly sucked anything that Mistress placed into her mouth without hesitation.

Mistress booped Bella on the nose before letting her perfectly manicured fingernails trace their way down the girl’s squirming naked body. Bella lay her head down in an attempt to relax and make sense of all of this as she felt the soft baby powder rain down on her sensitive skin. 

As much as Bella hated this treatment, she couldn’t deny that she was getting turned on by it. But why?

Bella was not into diapers or being cute or being nurtured. None of that ticked any boxes for her. She was always horny after a spanking, but this was more than that. She was tied down and completely vulnerable and exposed. That certainly helped.

Bella wiggled her bottom on the exposed diaper and felt the softness against her smooth skin. Mistress lifted the front of the diaper and held it snugly against Bella’s powdered pussy as she pulled it back and forth to ensure a good fit. When Bella caught her eye, she noticed a mischievous look that hinted at Mistress likely trying to do more than just ensure a good fit. 

She heard the fierce rip of tapes and felt the thickness of the diaper between her legs as Bella was sealed into her fate. Staring at the ceiling, Bella continued to ponder what it was about this that was turning her on. 

As soon as her hands were freed, Bella tentatively reached down to feel the diaper through her padded mittens before she was promptly pulled off the table towards the chair in the middle of the room. 

With one swift motion, she found herself over her Mistress’ lap and staring at the carpet below her as the loud spanks of hand against plush padding echoed across the room. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It didn’t hurt, even after her recent spanking, but it may have been the most humiliating spanking that Bella had ever received.

“Bad Baby Bella! That is your no-no place, and you are not to touch it when you are in diapers. You are far too little for that.”

Bella was being spanked over an older woman’s lap in an adult-sized nursery while wearing a diaper and struggling to hold onto the pacifier that was forced in her mouth.

And yet she still felt herself squirming and thrusting into her Mistress’ lap with every stroke.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

The spanking concluded and Bella was made to kneel between her Mistress’ legs, where she looked into the powerful woman’s deep green eyes and instantly felt at home. Despite the strangeness of what she was wearing and the odd surroundings, Bella felt more comfortable on her knees in front of her Mistress than anywhere else in the entire world.

Was that it? Was it deep submission that was doing this to her?

She raised her arms as instructed, thankful to have a shirt and hoping that there would be some pants to cover this stupid diaper. Bella was confused as Mistress reached between her legs and then realized that she was wearing a pink onesie. Of course I am. 

Bella’s eyes grew wide as she saw the hairbrush being pulled from under the chair. She had been a naughty schoolgirl on countless occasions and was well acquainted with the dreaded wooden paddle brush. But, for once, Bella didn’t sense any malice in her Mistress’ eyes. 

Bella was turned around to face the changing table where she had been desecrated as Mistress carefully brushed her hair. She let herself relax for a moment and looked at the restraints that held her in place as she was shaved and forced into her first diaper in decades. She let her view fall as she lowered her head and saw the storage under the adult-sized changing table. There were dozens of diapers, lotions, powders, and more. Bella’s eyes grew wide, and she almost dropped her pacifier. 

This wasn’t a one-time thing.

Lost in her thoughts as she was, Bella didn’t even notice that her hair had been pulled into pigtails until Mistress was tying on the second pink ribbon.

She was helped to her feet and led behind the chair to the crib. Bella hesitated but crawled in and laid on her back and wasn’t surprised to see restraints on all four corners.

What did surprise the badass submissive was the adorable toddler staring back at her with bare legs poking out of a thickly padded pink onesie, high pigtails with perfect pink bows, and a pacifier behind wide, curious eyes.

“That’s a nice touch, don’t you think?”

A mirror over the crib. Bella eyed herself and looked at her Mistress: You cruel, beautiful bitch. 

“Domination isn’t all about whips and chains and things. It can also look like forcing you to be my pretty little doll, whether you like it or not. And we’re just getting started. It’s time for Little Bella to have a nap, and then we’ll have playtime. Mommy will see you soon.”

Bella turned her head in surprise. 

Mommy?

CHAPTER TWO

Helplessness. That’s what it was. Complete and utter helplessness. 

Bella stared up at the reflection of herself as she heard the door click and found herself alone in the nursery. This wasn’t her first time being bound for hours at a time.

She spent countless hours locked in pillories or bent over spanking benches. There had been more than one painfully extended hogtie session. She had been used as human furniture and even a body sushi model for one of Mistress’ formal events.

But this was new. Bella squirmed and felt the powder against her freshly shaven bits, and a familiar tingle began to spread through her padded parts.

Bella was completely helpless. And she fucking loved it.

With her hands bound in these soft padded mittens, Bella couldn’t do anything for herself. She couldn’t take off the diaper. Or undo her hair from these obnoxiously cute pigtails. She could spit out her pacifier, but even then it would just be dangling from the clip attached to the front of her pink onesie. And she wouldn’t be surprised if her Mistress had some kind of pacifier gag to make sure she couldn’t spit it out later. Does such a thing even exist?

Bella looked at herself. Really looked at herself in a way that she hadn’t in a long time.

Though she was barely over five feet tall and less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, she was the only sub who could take everything that Mistress Fiona could dish out. She had seen grown men completely broken, crying and pleading for release. There were girls more beautiful than her. There were girls more experienced than her. But no one could match her resilience and unbreakable spirit. No one.

Looking at the explosion of pink staring back at her, she wondered if that was still true.

Fucking right it is.

This would just be another conquest to add to her list. Another badge to show that she was untouchable and the baddest motherfucker of them all. Of course, it was probably best if no one actually saw her like this. 

Bella tried to squeeze her legs together, but the diaper was too thick, and the bonds were too strong. She needed to touch herself. And soon. 

Mistress loved to spank and torment her, but she was always teased and toyed with before the session ended. No matter what creative predicament Mistress put her in, there was always a sweet, screaming orgasm at the end. Bella sucked on her pacifier and imagined cumming in her diaper while biting down on the thick rubber bulb filling her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as she tried to wiggle back and forth to get some kind of release. Any kind of release…

“I see that someone is enjoying her new diapers..”

Bella’s eyes shot open as she looked through the bars of her crib to see the bright eyes of her tormentor. They shared a playful smile, both anticipating what was to come, but only one of them knew what that would entail. 

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Bella tried to stay defiant. She really did. 

She tried to find something edgy about her current predicament. But with her head nestled into Mommy’s lap and sucking on a bottle full of a mysterious white liquid, it was hard to feel tough. Maybe Mistress milked some of her slaves into this bottle? Yeah, and I’m the only bitch brave enough to guzzle it down. 

Bella doubled her efforts. In her mind, she was sucking off an entire stable of pathetic slave boys while her Mistress watched eagerly with depraved approval. In reality, the milk that she was drinking from a baby bottle was trailing down the edges of her mouth, and Mommy used the frilly pink bib Bella was now wearing to make sure that none of the baby’s mess got on her favorite designer dress. 

Mommy pulled the bottle from her mouth and replaced it with the pink pacifier. Bella winced as the pacifier was pulled from under the bib and was met with only a playful, sadistic grin. Mistress said that Baby Bella couldn’t be trusted to not make a mess, so her onesie had to be removed while she was fed. With nowhere left to clip her pacifier, Bella’s vulnerable nipple was the obvious choice. 

Bella was helped to the ground, and a firm grip on her shoulder let her know that her new method of transportation would be on her hands and knees. She wasn’t new to the position and had often been a loyal petgirl for her Mistress. But that normally resulted in her getting fondled and fucked. Pretty hard to get any action through all of this padding.

The pair crossed the nursery and came to a stop at the edge of what Bella now recognized as a large rocking horse. “Would Baby Bella like to ride her new pony?”

Bella looked up to meet her gaze and wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not. She hadn’t spoken a word since the pacifier was first forced between her pouty lips, and wasn’t sure whether she was allowed to speak. Without clear instruction from her Mistress, Bella erred on the side of caution and remained silent. 

This proved to be the wrong decision. Bella was helped to her feet and watched as Mommy slowly pulled the pacifier out from between her lips. She dangled the pacifier playfully in front of Bella’s waiting lips and tapped gently on her bottom lip with each word. “Would Baby Bella like to ride her pony?”

The pint-sized brunette nodded. “Yes?”

Bella realized her mistake too late as she saw the pacifier falling in slow motion in front of the woman’s disapproving gaze. It fell past her bare breasts, and Bella felt the pull of the metal clamp on her nipple as the pacifier bounced off of her tummy and swayed back and forth. 

“Yes, Mommy! Please, Mommy!”

Mommy smiled at her favorite slave and gripped her firmly by the chin. “Good girl.”

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Bella rocked back and forth, feeling like an absolute fool. The large smile plastered on her face hid the overwhelming boredom and shame. It wasn’t enough for her to simply ride the oversized children’s toy. No…Mommy made her pretend like it was her most favorite thing in the entire world. Shortening the pacifier clip so that every suckle provided a light tug on her sore nipple was a cunning, if devious, touch to further propel her obedience.

The vibrator, however, was a legitimate surprise. Mommy had been so pleased watching her new little girl that she decided that Bella earned another new toy. The buzzing toy was fixed in just the right spot so that it pushed into her with every forward thrust of the rocking horse.

A few minutes later Bella didn’t have to fake a smile anymore. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm. The humiliating circumstance and her complete helplessness to have any control of her current predicament were bringing her to the very edge. She opened her eyes and pleaded behind her pacifier.

Mommy removed the pacifier and let it dangle again, the extra pain bringing her so close that Bella had to bite her lip to keep herself from cumming instantly. “Does Baby Bella like her new toy?”

“Mmmm….Yes, Mommy…Please, Mommy….please….”

“That’s it. Beg mommy for it. Beg like the helpless little baby you are.”

She was only inches from Bella, her sultry whisper echoing in the desperate girl’s ear.

“Please, Mommy! Please let me cum! Mommy….Please…mmmmm, Please, Mommy!”

The vibration ended suddenly, and Mommy’s foot brought the rocking horse to a complete halt. Bella continued to thrust, and as she opened her eyes to plead, she saw the utterly sadistic bitch that she loved come to life. The elegant blonde reached forward to replace the petulant girl’s pacifier and delivered a playful boop on her wrinkled nose.

“No. Baby Bella is much too little for cummies.”

Bella whined and pouted, suddenly feeling every bit the cloyingly cute toddler she was dressed as. 

“You are going to be my sweet little girl, Baby Bella.  And you are far too innocent for such grown-up things. Absolutely no cummies for you.”

Bella couldn’t remember ever being so turned on or frustrated in her entire life. 

And she was utterly helpless to do anything about it.  

CHAPTER THREE

Bella whined desperately into her pacifier, but no one came to her rescue. She watched a pair of girls her age walk by and giggle as they sipped on their drinks. They looked so happy and carefree. She used to be like that.

Another couple walked by, and Bella watched as the wife dragged her husband over to the highchair. “Is she not the cutest thing that you have ever seen?” They turned to leave, and the wife squealed as her husband whispered into her ear and slapped her on the ass. “No way, Henry. You would never catch me in something like that.”

Bella moaned and looked around the room desperately. Her diaper was soaked, but that was nothing new. She had been in diapers around the clock for over a week and had experienced dozens of wet diapers and diaper changes. While she was grateful that the butt plug was preventing the need for any other type of diaper change, the low pulsing vibrations were making it harder to think straight.

“Holy shit. Bella, is that you?”

Tiffany. The prettiest of Mistress’ subs, the young blonde had the looks of a model and was easily the most depraved person in any room. It was an unexpected, yet lethal combo around these parts. 

Normally, someone with Tiffany’s looks would take a light spanking or just make laps around the room with a leash and collar and a pouty look and have all the boys (and most of the girls) drooling over her. But Tiffany could take almost anything that Mistress could give out. 

Almost anything.

“I didn’t even recognize you. This is…new. You’ve been hiding some very interesting hobbies from us, Baby Bella.”

Bella mumbled around her pacifier gag, but they both knew it was pointless. Each girl had been gagged by Mistress often, as she loved to pit her two favorite slaves against one another.

“Mistress said she had something special for me tonight. I’ll admit that I was a bit surprised as she normally favors you, but it looks like you’re a little tied up at the moment. Are you wet, Baby Bella? Do you need your diaper changed? Oh my god….you are!”

Bella lunged at the smiling blonde, but with all of her limbs bound to the highchair, there wasn’t much that she could do about it. She knew that she was playing right into Tiffany’s snare, but Bella couldn’t help herself.

“Well, let me see if I can find Mistress…I mean, Mommy…to help you with that. Try not to get too fussy!” The devastatingly beautiful blonde leaned in to pinch Bella’s cheek and boop her on the nose. “Ugh…So. Stinking. Cute.”

Bella watched her nemesis walk away and was pissed at how hot she looked while she was stuck in these stupid diapers in a high chair. She lusted after the way Tiffany’s ass looked in her black, satin thong, and longed for the day that she could wear panties again. Mommy had joked about making this arrangement permanent, but Bella was pretty sure that she was joking. 

She hoped that Mistress was joking. 

Tiffany didn’t get far before she was snatched and pulled over towards the pillory, half protesting the whole way. Bella caught her eye and Tiffany winked as she was bent at the waist and locked in before the paddling started. Listening to Tiffany’s cute little yelps, Bella sighed and smiled behind her pacifier. It was one of her favorite sounds. 

“And what are we smiling at, little one? Oh, I see…someone likes to see her little friend getting spankies, huh?” Mistress smiled at Bella while her hands disappeared under the tray. Bella moaned as the wet padding was rubbed into her loins. Nine days with no orgasms was a personal record, and Bella was desperately horny.  

“Looks like someone is a little soggy, but I think we can wait on a change. Let’s get you a better view of the show.”

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Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Bella looked back at the empty high chair. It was so out of place in a dungeon party. The light pink and soft padding were in stark contrast to the black leather and latex that adorned the rest of the room and its occupants. But it was menacing in its own way, as Bella was put on display and more or less off-limits to the rest of the guests.

As her toes struggled to get any grip in the soft, pink booties, she continued her bounce in the oversized baby bouncer. Bella supposed that she should no longer be surprised at the creative deviations that her Mistress seemed to be able to summon at will, but somehow she was always left speechless. The pacifier probably didn’t help.

If she felt out of place in her highchair, this new development made sure that all eyes were on her. As she looked at Tiffany with her panties bunched around her ankles and nipple clamps dangling, Bella smiled and winked, content to at least be the center of attention again.

But just because she was the center of attention didn’t mean she had to like it. Or wish that she could trade places with literally any other woman in the room. Her friend, Jackie, walked around offering drinks to everyone in a skimpy maid uniform. Her arms were bound behind her and the tray was attached to her nipples through a ring on her collar. Bella sighed at the sexy maid, not sure if she was more interested in the sexy redhead or the drinks she was holding. A week of nothing but milk and juice was making her desperate.

Both spanking benches were occupied and though they were simple, being bound to a spanking bench was always one of Bella’s favorite ways to spend an evening. Another cute redhead passed her on all fours, crawling briskly to keep up with the leash attached to her collar. Bella had spent plenty of time on her hands and knees this week, but she longed for the elegant debauchery of her friends and not the infantile prison she was locked into.

Bella continued to suck on her pacifier and watch the surrounding scenes unfold as she saw a large table being carried into the center of the room. Once it was set up next to Bella, she groaned as she saw the large changing pad and restraints laid across it. All pink.

Looking at her Mistress-turned-Mommy, Bella made eye contact with a smiling Tiffany first. The blonde goddess was now completely nude and looked like she was walking a runway as she made her way towards the babied brunette.

“Looks like it’s time for someone to get her little diaper changed.” Tiffany reached up to thrust the wet padding into Bella, as she let her other hand twist the sensitive nipples through the girl’s thin onesie.

Bella whined, but Mistress swooped in to save the day. “Tiffany! You know that Baby Bella is off-limits. She is not yours to touch. You will be punished for that.”

Tiffany gave her biggest sad doe eyes as Bella grinned widely behind her pacifier, making faces at the chastised blonde. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“And you…don’t think that I don’t see you making faces over there.” 

“Don’t think for a second that you can get away with things just because you are so cute. You’re going to join her.”

Tiffany was led to one end of the changing table and bent over at the waist. She shook her bottom provocatively as her legs were bound to the table legs and her arms were stretched out in front of her. 

Bella found herself in a matching position with her onesie pulled up to her chest. Her wet diaper was pushed onto the table and kept in place as her bottom was exposed. Mommy didn’t trust her not to make a mess. 

To add to the deviousness, Mistress had each girl reach forward onto their tiptoes so that they could hold hands as they were stretched across the table. 

The two girls glared at each other from across the table, a friendly rivalry, but a rivalry nonetheless. Tiffany leaned in and whispered. “Care to make this interesting?”

Bella nodded, still pacified, but never one to back down from a challenge. 

“Let’s see who breaks first. If I win…Mistress gives you an enema before you get rediapered. And you have to stay in diapers for a month!”

Bella’s eyes grew wide, and she spit out the pacifier onto the bench. “Deal. But WHEN I win, it will be YOU in diapers for a month. Deal?”

Tiffany swallowed hard, not wanting to back down but knowing that she was facing a worthy adversary. These games were played often at Mistress’ parties. While Tiffany had beaten everyone else, she had never beaten Bella and saw this as her one opportunity. She could beat a baby, right?

“Deal.”

Mistress smiled down at her two favorite girls. Bella, the toughest, and Tiffany, the most beautiful. She enjoyed wrecking and toying with both of them in different ways and, while she hadn’t considered putting Tiffany into diapers, she had to admit that she was intrigued by the proposition and knew that the stunning blonde would look adorable in diapers. 

Taking the toughest girl in her dungeon and making her into a precious plaything had brought her immense joy and, while Mistress had been ready to let Bella have her life back, the thought of another month with her new plaything already had the elegant blonde highly aroused. But, Tiffany was such a dainty flower. Mistress smiled deeply at the thought of the deeply vain girl being reduced to a sniveling infant. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Selecting another Mistress of somewhat equal strength, she positioned herself behind Bella, and it was agreed that they would switch places every 50 strokes. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The spankings began with no warning. No preamble. No warm-up. Just the sound of flesh against flesh and muffled groans from the table. Tiffany was the first to cry out at the end of the first set. “When you want it to stop, and you’re ready to admit defeat, your word is ‘Mommy’. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mommy.” The word flowed effortlessly from Bella’s mouth, having uttered it dozens of times over the last week.

“Muh…Mommy.” Tiffany stuck out her tongue as though the word itself disgusted her. 

“Perfect. Let’s continue.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

On and on it went. Cheeks were reddened. Curse words were uttered. The two women continued to switch sides until both Mistresses were shaking their tinging hands, but neither girl would back down. Bella sniffled quietly to herself and tried to catch the few tears that rolled down her cheek. Tiffany was openly crying, tears and snot marking her normally pristine face. 

“Well, my hand is starting to hurt. Shall we call it a tie?”

The negative response from the crowd as well as the two well-spanked girls was immediate and absolute. This would continue until there was a winner. Bella looked tough on the outside but was beginning to wonder if a week of baby treatment had softened her up. Had a week of pampering, bath times, and sweet-smelling lotions somehow weakened her pain tolerance?

Tiffany was an absolute mess, but determined not to back down. If she ever had a chance to beat Bella, this was it, and she could tell that Bella was starting to crack under her tough exterior. 

Just have to hold on...

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!

“Mommy!!! Mommy!!! Please…Mommy!”

The crowd was silent as the paddles were placed on the table. It had only taken three swats with the paddle before the safe word could be heard echoing through the room. 

Bella kept her head down and let the tears flow, openly crying now. After the second stroke, her powdered bottom couldn’t take anymore, and she opened her mouth to cry out. But Tiffany’s mournful wails overtook Bella’s tiny squeak, and the blonde continued to cry as Mommy patted her bottom softly. Tiffany opened her mouth to plead for mercy but was met with the rubber bulb of a pacifier. 

“Help her onto the table. I need to tend to baby’s sore little bottom.”

Bella allowed herself a small smile as she watched as Tiffany was lifted onto the table and had her legs spread and held high into the air. The victorious brunette was still bound to the table but took the win and watched Tiffany’s disgrace from the best seat in the house.

Tiffany continued to cry as the diaper bag was brought out, though she moaned quietly as her sore bottom was rubbed with the pink lotion. She stared with wide eyes and shook her head back and forth as the pink diaper was fluffed and made its way towards her toned body.

“Noo!! No, Mistress…please, no. Anything but this.”

“Shhh, baby. You lost. And you’re going to make such a sweet little baby for me.”

One swift spank in the diaper position was enough to silence any further complaints, and Tiffany lay quietly while she was powdered and sealed into the first of many diapers. She continued to pout as a pink onesie was pulled over her head and whined loudly as her long, blonde hair was pulled into high pigtails and fitted with pink ribbons.

Tiffany was helped off of the table and led to the small playpen, where she sat carefully on her padded and powdered bottom and pouted.

Bella smiled broadly as Mistress unhooked her restraints and she stood up, leaving the wet diaper hanging over the side of the table. “Finally. That was fun and all, but I’m glad that you have someone to take my spot. Can someone grab my spare clothes?”

Mistress chuckled. “Take your spot? Oh Baby Bella, I never said that you were done. Nor did you stipulate that in your deal with Baby Tiffany. I am very excited to have TWO adorable little ones to play with for the next thirty days. Get up on the table for your new diaper, Bella.”

“Mistress…no!! No. No. No!!”

The crowd stood back and watched as Bella acted far out of her normal tough character and threw a full-on tantrum fit for a toddler not getting her way.

“Whew…that was quite the little tantrum, Bella. Are you done?”

Bella stomped her foot but knew when she was beaten. She climbed onto the table and saw Tiffany sitting in her playpen with a wide grin behind the pacifier on her tear-stained face.

As she laid down for her diaper change, Bella stared up at the ceiling and thought of all the ways she could tease and torment the prissy little princess over the next few weeks. 

CHAPTER FOUR

Tiffany pouted as she was forced onto Mommy’s lap. While the blonde initially saw her treatment as a fun way to tease Bella, and then a fun respite from daily responsibilities, she was now over it. Completely and utterly over it. And a trip over Mommy’s lap would not fix that.

As she settled into the humiliating position, Tiffany glared at Bella, who was too busy pouting to notice. As the petulant princess’ pacifier was pulled past her still pouting lips, she tried to think of something, anything, she could say that would get Mommy to see her as a grown woman and one of her most trusted slaves again. But Tiffany was known for her beauty, not her brains.

Mommy smiled down at her newest bundle of joy as she led the bottle to Tiffany’s full lips. The blonde was still strikingly beautiful. Distractingly so, even. Tiffany had taken her breath away the first time she walked into her home, and nothing had changed. Mistress remembered being surprised that the breathtaking blonde acted like she had something to prove.

Girls that look like Tiffany don’t normally end up in dungeons and BDSM parties, no matter how elegant and refined the Mistress in charge was. With Tiffany’s looks, she should have been a model or a billionaire’s trophy-wife, but Mistress instead had brought her through the ranks and trained her to be one of her most trusted and favorite submissives, second only to Bella. Well, most days she was second to Bella. There was something about Tiffany in this new role that really sent Mistress over the edge lately.

With Bella, the fun came from the contrast of her toughness to the softness of diapers and the nursery as the sharp edges were carefully baby proofed until she was nothing more than Mommy’s adorable little plaything. Taking the badass brunette in black and clothing her in soft fabrics, puffy diapers, and various shades of pink made Mistress feel deliciously wicked, but it also awakened other things.

Mistress never wanted children. Or a partner. Or even a pet. She shunned every attachment as she lived life on her own terms, with no one to answer to or be responsible for. But Bella planted the seeds that Tiffany watered until a new desire bloomed. Maybe there was something to this Mommy thing after all.

Tiffany was so cute when she pouted. Trails of creamy milk trickled from the corners of her mouth as she still protested and tried to put up a fight even though over a week had passed since the princess’ demotion to diapers. Bella didn’t like the treatment either, but being the good submissive that she was, she respected her Mistress’ decisions and mostly went along without complaint.

Tiffany would look good no matter what she wore…or didn’t wear. Mistress had seen her in elegant gowns and sexy dresses and shiny latex. The blonde princess had adorned costumes for various roles and playtimes for parties and dungeon scenes. Mistress had seen her in casual jeans and cute tops and taken the girl as arm candy for more than one beach trip. Unlike most women, Tiffany was perhaps even more confident fully naked. Tiffany knew that her body was her greatest asset, and flaunted it with effortless precision to get what she wanted. 

But this? Oh, this was fun. 

Tiffany was still beautiful, of course, but now it was used as a weapon. All of her beauty had been reduced to mere cuteness. Tiffany was cute, whether she pouted or played along. When she tried to flaunt her body to get her way, Tiffany was met with the type of coos and awwws typically intended for infants and puppies. This nursery, with all of its adorable accoutrements, was the beautiful blonde’s kryptonite and her feminine powers were rendered null and void in the face of so much adorableness. 

She finished her bottle and pleaded with Mommy as her mouth was wiped and her nose was booped. But her pleading did as much good as it would for an actual toddler, as the powerful woman nodded politely to indulge Tiffany’s imagination while the blonde was speaking, and then did whatever she really wanted to do. 

In this case, Tiffany was trying to make some sort of silly request about being full and trying to keep her figure. Mommy nodded along as though the beautiful girl was telling fantastical stories about being a princess or fighting dragons as the older dominant emphatically forced the rubber nipple of a second bottle past the adorable blonde’s pouting and protesting lips. 

To further humiliate and drive her point home, Mommy used her free hand to caress and tickle Tiffany’s exposed tummy. Without her carefully crafted diet and hours in the gym, Tiffany had already developed a small tummy, and it was always a little bigger after her feedings and before she had a chance to fill her diapers. 

Like everything else in her new life, her tummy was cute and soft and Mommy liked to rub and poke it, content with any response on the spectrum between adorable whining and pleading giggles. Mommy saw that Tiffany had no need for washboard abs in a place like this and took a sadistic pleasure in taking something from the girl, knowing that a few weeks in the gym and a diet of kale instead of jars of strained mush would have her back to her normal, model-esque looks in no time. 

But, for now, Tiffany was nothing more than Mommy’s adorable plaything and had no say in the matter. 

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Bella was torn. 

Watching Tiffany humiliate herself was better than her wildest dreams. And her dreams could get pretty wild. The badass babified brunette played the annoying big sister role to perfection and continued to tease and prod the beautiful girl as she fell further and further down the rabbit hole. It was clear that Mistress wanted to play the two off of each other and, being the dutiful submissive that she was, Bella eagerly rose to the challenge.

Of course, that went both ways. Tiffany would not go down without a fight and Bella was spanked, cornered, given enemas, and much more because of Tiffany’s incessant whining and tattling. It seemed that Mommy’s Special Princess could do no wrong, and that is what really bothered Bella.

At first she thought it was just jealousy and tried to brush that off. She didn’t want to be swaddled and cooed at and rocked and told how beautiful she was. No, thank you.

And maybe it was jealousy, to an extent, but it was different somehow. Bella didn’t want the treatment that Baby Tiffany was receiving, but she wanted the attention. More specifically, she wanted her Mistress’ attention. She needed it. 

Not to feed her ego. Or because she needed people to fawn over her. It was her deeper need to be subjugated. To be used. To be controlled. As she peeled away the layers, Bella realized that she and Tiffany weren’t as different as she originally believed. They both needed people. 

Bella couldn’t be controlled without someone controlling her. What good is a puppet without someone pulling the strings? 

So, while Bella could do without the doting, she needed someone to prove herself to. Someone to push her and challenge her as they probed deeply into her very soul. 

As Mistress tucked Baby Tiffany in for one of her many naps, she turned to Bella and gave her a wink before leaving the room. That wink carried weight. It let Bella know that she was seen. That she was important and cared for…even if it looked a little different for the moment. 

Bella looked through the slats of her crib and wrestled against her bound limbs to try to catch Baby Tiffany’s eye, but the diapered blonde was already snoring. It made sense that it would take that much slumber to create such beauty. Tiffany was a beautiful butterfly that had to keep retreating to her restful cocoon before each glorious reemergence. 

Bella closed her eyes and tried to thrust her hips, though what she really wanted was impossible. Always just out of grasp. It had been weeks since her last orgasm and that wasn’t likely to change anytime soon. The vibrator was a way for Mistress to let Bella know that she was still seen and being controlled, even when she wasn’t in the presence of the powerful older woman.

It buzzed, pressed up against her wet diaper, and taunted her. The powerful vibrator was on the lowest possible setting and gave just enough tension to keep Bella aware and alert, but no chance to reach the elusive O. 

Bella thought that maybe after a few days or weeks without having an orgasm that her needs would go away. After having a high libido her whole life, maybe it would be a delightful break to turn off and focus on something else for a while. She could focus on other aspects of her servitude and submissiveness instead of feeling like it was always just hoops to jump through to get the high that she craved. 

But that never happened. 

Because her Mistress was a cruel and beautiful bitch. 

Bella still wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t teased and edged on an almost constant basis. After years in her service, Bella knew that Mistress knew exactly how far she could push without going over the edge, and they had been dancing around that line for weeks, though careful to never cross it. 

Tiffany was not receiving the same celibate treatment. Princess always seemed to sleep best after a screaming orgasm and, if her current snoozing situation was any measure, that must have been one of the best orgasms of her young life. 

After nursing multiple bottles in Mistress’ lap, Tiffany exchanged the rubber nipples of her baby bottles for the soft flesh of her Mistress’ bare chest. As she suckled and teased her Mistress, the older woman often reciprocated with a vibrator or a wandering hand down the front of the blonde’s diaper. On this occasion, Bella watched from her bound buzzing spot in her crib as Mistress took Tiffany to not one, but two screaming orgasms. 

Bella screamed into her pacifier at the injustice, but her deep submission was being tested to the fullest. And besides…Bella would have her fun soon enough. 

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Bella moaned and struggled as the tears flowed. 

From her perch on Mistress’ lap, she could see Tiffany having an even worse time than she was, and let a brief smile crack through.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

From outward appearances, it probably looked like Bella was having a rough time, but this was exactly what the bare-assed brunette had been looking for. If Bella couldn’t have an orgasm, she would make the most of the pain and humiliation that being treated as an overgrown infant brought to her. And there was no place she would rather be than over her Mistress’ lap with her ass set ablaze by the elegant blonde’s firm hand. Bella let the pain take her away as she winked at her troubled playmate.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was being treated as an overgrown infant. Sure, the blonde got to ‘make cummies’ and enjoy the warmth of Mommy’s praise, but there were things that Baby Tiffany didn’t get to experience anymore.

As Bella basked in the warmth of her ever-reddening buns, she watched as her blonde playmate stacked soft blocks over and over again.

Tiffany was deemed far too little for any kind of harsh punishments, though she craved them almost as much as Bella. She looked on and longed for her time at the hands of her Mistress’ paddle or crop or whip or…it didn’t matter. Those days seemed like a distant memory already.

Any spankings that Baby Tiffany was given now were over her thickly padded diapers and she was always showered with praise for being such a good girl after. Though Tiffany loved the praise, it was hard to fully sink into her darker themes of submission and release into a spanking when Mommy would apologize for hurting her little princess and tell Baby Tiffany what a good and pretty girl she was after each humiliatingly soft love-tap of a spanking.

The depraved blonde mostly received time-outs these days. In the dungeon or any of Mistress’ private quarters, Tiffany absolutely loved being in time-out or put in any kind of display. In the corner. In a cage. Bent over in the pillory. Laid across a spanking bench.

The position didn’t matter. Tiffany only wanted to be seen and admired for her beauty and her resilience. But she fucking hated this position. 

A time-out for Baby Tiffany always looked exactly the same now. She was taken to her small playpen and given three of her soft blocks, which she had to stack over and over again from her perch on her padded bottom. Her only reprieve was when Mommy would call out ‘Tummy Time’ and Tiffany would be forced to lie on her belly with not even the blocks to keep her busy. 

It was in this humiliating position that Tiffany currently found herself. After a silly fight over something neither girl could even remember, Tiffany had been hauled off for a time-out and Bella was stripped and spanked before spending some quality time in the corner. 

Bella felt the warmth of her Mistress’ love spreading across her bottom from her spot in the corner and turned to smile at Tiffany as soon as she heard the door close. 

“How’s Tummy Time?”

“Huck You”

“What, Baby Tiffany? I can’t hear you with the pacifier in your mouth!”

Tiffany groaned and growled and pouted until she settled into a full-blown temper tantrum, banging her padded hands and feet onto the soft carpet beneath her playpen. 

“Whoa…hey….shhhhhhh….be cool….be cool……hey, I’m sorry…..shhhhhhh”

Bella tried her best to calm her bratty friend, but Tiffany knew exactly what she was doing and wasn’t about to back down. 

Mistress burst back into the room and rushed directly to Tiffany, who was still thrashing in her playpen. 

“Hey, hey…what happened? Are you okay?”

Tiffany stopped crying immediately, looking her Mommy in the eye. 

“Bella said mean things to me and hurt my feelings.”

“Oh, is that true…”

Bella froze as Mistress made her way across the room, showing hints of actual fear in a way the bare-bottomed brunette had not previously known. Almost everything Bella did to provoke Mistress’ rage was intentional. It was all an elaborate game of cat and mouse or a captivating chess match between two master players. Bella strategized, made her move, and waited for her Mistress’ inevitable response. 

Bella could not account for her own recent lack of restraint and childish outbursts. Tiffany had proven to be a wild card. Even on her best day, the blonde was little more than a petulant princess that was just begging to be punished. She was always nothing more than a naughty little girl playing dress-up in a world full of responsible adults. 

Bella had always been cold and calculated. But weeks of being treated as a silly toddler had rounded her edges until she now felt dull and impulsive as she and Tiffany continued to tempt and taunt each other as the humiliations multiplied and neither thought through the consequences of their actions. 

The well-spanked brunette also hadn’t expected so much of a change in Mistress. Something was different…very different. When it was just the two of them, Mistress was still sadistic and creative and terrible. It was wonderful. 

But when Tiffany was in the picture, the dominant woman changed. Now she was…Mommy. 

Bella didn’t think she had it in her, but Mommy and Mistress seemed to be two sides of the same coin, yet the two young women were treated differently by each.

It wasn’t unusual for Bella to sit in wet or messy diapers as Mistress delighted in watching her squirm. Baby Baby TIffany was always changed immediately, as her bottom was deemed far too dainty for such troublesome and icky messes.

Bella was punished harshly, whether she was in diapers or not. Baby Tiffany only had light bottom pats over her diaper and time-outs in her soft playpen.

Bella wasn’t allowed orgasms, simply because denying them amused her Mistress, but Mommy gave Baby Tiffany all the glorious cummies she could handle and praised her while doing it.

Had Mistress gone soft?

These are the thoughts that crowded Bella’s mind as she was bent over Tiffany’s playpen for another round with Mistress’ paddle. True to form, Tiffany was given a buzzy toy and encouraged to ride Mr. Bear while Mommy took care of the naughty brunette rebel.

Tiffany smiled at her submissive friend and began her humpies while she enjoyed the show.

I win.

EPILOGUE

The door opened briskly, and every eye was instantly on the young woman. She made her way through the room and the crowd parted in front of her as she smiled and batted her eyelashes at them. They were putty in her hands, giving her the attention she rightly deserved. 

As the stroller continued through the room, she smiled at Bella from behind her pacifier, and the dark-haired girl clad in tattered remnants of black leather and latex smiled back. Mistress pushed the stroller further into the room, and Tiffany continued to suck on her pacifier and take in the earned adoration of those around her. 

“Now remember, everyone. Baby Tiffany is our special princess, and she is off-limits. No one may touch her except for me and you are only to use your most positive, praise-worthy language around her delicate ears.”

Tiffany sat high on her mighty throne and looked out upon her Mommy’s empire. This wasn’t the life she intended, but it was the life she was destined for. Tiffany was never going to work a real job. And she was too pouty and petulant, even for the richest and most patient of sugar daddies.

Baby Tiffany deserved to be pampered, and now she was getting exactly that.

She opened her mouth from her highchair throne for the first bite of dinner, glad to not have to trouble herself with things like silverware anymore.

“Bleh…nope. No, no NO!”

The room fell silent as Baby Tiffany yelled, “NO, I don’t like this one, Jackie! I want applesauce!”

Jackie stood back. She had hoped to graduate from maid to…nanny? She wasn’t quite sure what this role would be, but someone needed to look out for Baby Tiffany when Mommy/Mistress was busy with her other playthings. Now she wondered if she was up to the task.

“Jackie, what is this? You know that Baby Tiffany always gets what she wants and that it’s our job to take care of her. She is too little to make it out there in the real world and needs our help to take care of all of her needs. If Baby Tiffany wants applesauce, then get her applesauce. Do not disappoint me again unless you want to find yourself as Baby Tiffany’s new playmate.”

Jackie nodded without a word. The fear in her eyes was palpable. Now that Mistress had this fun new tool in her arsenal, Jackie knew that it was only a matter of time before she was demoted to diapers as well. She scurried off to fulfill the princess’ food order correctly this time, leaving behind a trail of giggling kink enthusiasts in her wake. 

Bella lay at her Mistress’ feet, straddling the powerful vibrator and waiting for the dominant blonde to turn her attention back towards her. Her demotion to diapers had taught her much about submission and herself but, at the moment, only one thing was on her mind. 

She had pleased her Mistress. Not just because she had been obedient through almost six weeks' worth of diapers and nursery time. But because she had helped to awaken something in Mistress that neither of them knew existed and then delivered Baby Tiffany to her, like some kind of kinky stork. 

The naked and bound brunette had done her time and taken her share of punishments when Mistress felt she had earned them. But pleasure was also something at Mistress’ disposal, and Bella had earned that as well. 

As the vibrations started, Bella moaned and thrust herself into the buzzing device. Her bottom ached from her earlier spanking, but the lingering warmth in her bottom only added to the heat in her loins as Bella continued to squeeze her legs together and bring herself closer and closer to orgasm. 

Bella opened her eyes and made eye-contact with a smiling Baby Tiffany, who was currently being fed the correct flavor of baby food. This was not where she saw Tiffany ending up, but it suited her perfectly, and seemed to be exactly what Tiffany wanted. 

And Bella was also getting exactly what she wanted. Mistress turned the dial and smiled as the intensity increased, and Bella’s graphic moans rose to echo throughout the room. 

“Mistress, May I? May I….Please? Plee…”

“Yes, Bella! Yes.”

Bella heard enough to confirm permission and then lost herself in the throes of ecstasy. 

Mistress smiled at her two favorite subs. She had a way of seeing to the heart of those in her circle. Bella and Tiffany each wanted to give up control and be taken care of. It looked quite different for each of them and a good Mistress knows exactly how to give each sub exactly what they need.