Let yourself cry.

There's no point trying to save your dignity. You're naked, being spanked over your mother-in-law's knee and about to be put back in diapers. you don't have any dignity to save. You let the tears come. Sobbing as Janet continues bringing her hand down on your tender bottom.

"Mom. I think that's enough." Amanda says. "He's crying."

Janet stops and stands you up. As she sees the tears streaming down your cheeks, her face softens.

"Oh. Stephanie." She gives you a girl's name as she hugs you. "Mommy doesn't like hurting you but you have to learn how to be a good girl."

Her arms are strangely comforting and you find yourself returning the hug.

"Now are you ready to get your diaper on?" She asks and you nod against her shoulder. "Okay. Up on the change table."

You climb up and lay with your bottom on the thick diaper. She pulls the front of the diaper up firmly between your legs and fastens it in place with two large safety pins. From under the change table, she takes a pair of translucent pink plastic pants. She guides your feet through the leg holes and then pulls them up your legs and stretches them over your diaper.

The doorbell rings as she helps you down from the table.

"Could you see who that is Amanda?" Janet asks her daughter.

"Yeah." Amanda says, pulling herself away from the spectacle. "Okay."

You take a few experimental steps while Janet goes to the wardrobe. You move awkwardly with the thick padding between your legs and every step causes the plastic pants to crinkle loudly. Janet returns with a t-shirt, the same shade of pink as your plastic pants, and pulls it on over your head. Printed across the chest are the words "Mommy's little girl."

"That's much better." She looks at you. "Now, Mommy has to make dinner. You can come with me or play in your room."