Pinky answers for his bad day.

Pinky's Ghost Recites Memories.

The princess wearing black and red didn't often sit, bit she lounged back in her throne as had grown relaxed after working through the politics and intense exercise. Im front of her she was a summoning circle of sorts, and burned bright red and yellow as the apparition rose from the metal floor.

"Speak." She commanded.

"I say none of this freely, but it's all true. I'm Pinky, a bedwetting virgin with a small penis, and my mom and sister spank and diaper me. Me and my sister are both adult, and eternally youthful, but she acts like she has eons of wisdom while I'm eternally damned as insignificant as a child!"

"Tell me your most embarrasing memories. You're adorable. I want to see you blush." She summoned him for her entertainment. And she was sadistic. He thought for a moment but not hard.

"I woke up as usual- naked except a diaper as I'm not allowed to wear more or less than that- and the first thing I saw, as always, was the many photos of my sister and her friends, across all the walls, a few especially large posters she made of herself, and of course it adorned my door. My mom insists on us having pictures of each other to bond, but they only remind me of my failures, since my sister Helen got to choose all of them- both those of me in her room, and of her in mine! So she chose plenty of photos that while not technically lewd or brutal, were tied to my humiliating defeats, just before or after each picture was taken." He pauses, as this was already mortifying to recall.

"In her room..." He breathed then continued. "She had an old photograph my mom took of me wearing a diaper at school, when she dropped us off. Another photo on her wall was of me in the corner with my pants and undies at my ankles, and another was of my mom spanking me, on my shorts, in front of my school's gym field, with other kids laughing at me in the background! I.." He began to tear up but gasped rapidly. Then pasued and again continued. "Each photo I found embarrassing or inappropriate she insisted was simply cute."

"'Hahawe, you're sad about getting spanked like a little baby! Cute' my sisters' friends would taunt me. I would beg them to not put these humiliating photos up... But... They ignored me."

"Intersting. It is cute." The princess summoned other ghosts, the ghosts of his sister and her friends and himself when he had been diapered. These were not the now dead spirits, but rather ghosts like memories. They were exactly what was, like a perfext holographic time machine.

"No it's your butt and you were going to get spanked and then you got spanked!" The hologram of his sister teased the boy as he stomped in place, while his self aware spirit watched the memory happen all over again in front of hinlm

"What? It's you in a diaper, how you should be. That's cute!" She teased relentlessly.

"All her taunts haunted me as I remembered everything synchronized with her photographed condescending smirk.... In my room. Every picture of her... she smiled at me maliciously, as though each moment of her life was looking at each moment of my life, sadistically lording over me how she won, and I lost. She was always taking pleasure in me being humiliated while she had everything. She made sure I'd see her mocking grin even when she was nowhere near. When I woke and when I slept. When I was tied down, spanked, diapered, and bottomless.

The only 2 photos we both had a copy of, were reminders of her spanking me, though in one she wasn't spanking me. She was gleefully standing behind me, while I cried in the corner, my back to the camera she smiled at and gave a thunbs up to. I wore clothes but Helen had just spanked and marched me down the hall, with her friends laughing and following. The other image was even more embarrassing. We were both clothed and innocent and it... The photo.. In it. I had been laid over her lap and looked anxiously at the camera. It wasn't a serious spanking, just a joke at my expense. In vague memories I recall my mom putting me on my younger sister's lap then telling her to spank me, and vividly recall pain and embarrassment as I glanced around the room. Anyone who visited would soon figure it undeniable Helen had spanked me."

The demon queen smiled at the boy. These photos now flew like a deck of cards being shuffled as the memory demons vanished.

"She could always instantly remind herself of her safety, power, luck and authority. I always was reminded of my pathetic miniscule stature.

When I asked if I may have any pictures that were even slightly embarrassing to Helen, I got spanked and scolded for hours and days, and everyone told me what a bad brother I was being. It was unfair!"

"No it wasn't." The sexy devil told him. He looked down as another visual of the past appeared between him and th royal witch.

"How could you want that of your sister? She can have that of you because you're a naughty little boy and your butt is a child's to be spanked and not treated with dignity."

His mom scolded him as she had centuries. Maybe eons ago. She then turned into a small tornado that became her with him on her lap. And he looked at himself getting spanked. This brought great amusement to the sorceress in front of him.

"Pinky! How dare you think. Even suggest! That you're anywhere near equal to Helen! She is better than you! You will do as she says and she will do as she pleases! Don't you dare ever talk bad to her!"

His nom spanked him as she scolded him for insulting Helen.

"But it had been weeks since I wet my diaper at night and months since I had been spanked. This was as okay a morning as I could ever hope for." He began to tell of a soecific bad day.

"Being bound by bright yellow and pink straps, around my belly, arms and neck, I couldn't stand and dress, but had to wait for my mom to come in and check my diaper. The straps on my arms were at my elbows, to prevent me from touching or covering my privates or diaper, but can flap my arms around some.

I heard my sister wake up and wash up, then make and eat breakfast, before watching her favorite shows. After 2 episodes I wondered when my mom would let me out from bed."

**KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK** He winced at the memory as thr sound became real.

"It was my sister's friends. They always met up here."

"Isn't your mom going to take us to school?"

"Yeah you said she'd give us a ride."

"Well, I'll see."

The royal court could hear theae voices as though it hlwas just out of the room.

"Helen went into mom's room and muttered with her, then walked into my room and beaconed to her friends,"

"Hey, come here!" It was the voice of Helen again.

"What!? No! Helen, no! Helen, please, no! Nohh!" Pinky looked at himself in a giant crib, seeing himself pleading and blushing.

"I couldn't even cover my burning red face because my arms were kept down. I hated it so much!"

"Oh, Pinky, are you ready for them to see what you've got?" Helen teased him as her friends all strolled in.

"Ahahhaha, he really wears a diaper!!"

"Yeah. That's why he's a baby. Not the only reason." Helen pinched the bottom of his diaper between between legs and pulled it off.