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“What’s this number? Who is Martha?!” Macy screams, “Were you trying to cheat on me?!”

I desperately shake my head, no, but Macy ignores it. She undoes the tabs of my diaper, but instead of removing it, she just lowers it. Then she says, “You bad baby! How dare you?!” She then proceeds to start spanking me. She is clearly not holding back and I am surprised by how much it hurts. I don’t think my physique is the same as I can’t imagine her being able to hurt me so much with the way I was before. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s spanked, but she isn’t stopping. The pain really starts to get to me and I start to cry, wailing loudly like a real baby. Macy just says, “Shut up!” She grabs the pacifier and shoves it into my mouth. I suck on it reflexively and it calms me down a little. She continues to spank me.

Despite seeming like she had no intention of stopping Macy says, “Oh my God! What was I just doing? I’m so sorry Dennis! I don’t know what came over me. I saw the number and the name and I just got so angry. I wanted to punish you and spanking you seemed like the way to do it. It was like I was possessed. Again I’m so sorry. But I still need you to explain the number.”

She hands me her phone again and I start typing an explanation for the number as she goes about changing my diaper.

“Your bottom is so red now. I’m sorry, it must sting. Also, you really do have a vagina now,” Macy says. Then she seems to expertly wipe my crotch and butt with wet wipes, then applies both powder and cream, then puts down another diaper and soaker, then she fastens the diaper on me and then pulls out another diaper and puts me in that one too.

“I put you in two again, because you went a lot and even with the soaker, I don’t think it’ll absorb all of it, but with two you should be fine,” Macy says. I hand her the phone having finished typing my message.

“A woman in a maid costume wrote it before I had a chance to react,” Macy reads, “Fine enough, in fact,” she takes a picture of the number and name on my used diaper which she kind of just put on the floor, “Maybe I’ll take her up on her offer. We might need a babysitter now after all. You also wrote What’s next? Good question.”