Run away

You run for the trees, getting a good head start before Amanda and Peter realise what you’re doing. Doing your best to ignore your stinging bottom and the disgusting mess squished against it, you move through gaps too small for the giants to follow.

Stopping when you reach a river, you look around and can’t see any sign of the giants. Confident that you’ve lost them, you take off your flight suit. Very carefully untaping your diaper, you try to keep as much of the shit in it as you take it off. You tape it up in a ball and leave it on the ground.

You feel the need to pee and relieve yourself against a tree, thankful that you didn’t need to use the diaper again, then you wade into the river to wash yourself. The cold water is soothing on the raw skin of your bottom.

Hearing a low hum, you look up and see you’ve lingered too long. The giants’ vehicle hovers above you. You make your way back to the shore while they land. By the time you are pulling your flight suit back on, Peter has jumped out of the craft.

He quickly closes the distance between you and grabs your arm. “That was very naughty.” he pulls your flight suit down to your ankles and gives you a hard smack on your naked bottom. “Babies do not run away.” His palm strikes your bottom a gain, hurting even more. “Babies do not take off their own diapers.” With the next smack, tears start streaming down your face. “And babies do not go near water without a grown up.” You start sobbing with the last one.

“I think that’s enough.” Amanda picks you up and holds you against her. “You’re going to behave now aren’t you?”

You nod, trying to regain your composure.

“Good boy.” She pulls the flight suit off your legs and throws it to Peter. “Put that in a garbage bag with the dirty diaper.” Lays you across the passenger seat with your legs hanging out the door, she takes a clean diaper and, lifting your legs into the air to raise your bottom slightly, slides it under you. As she tapes you into the diaper, you can see that is far puffier than your previous one. It is also printed all over with cartoon animals, all wearing their own diapers.

Amanda picks you up and carries you around to the back of the craft. She places you gently into the capsule and guides your arms though the straps, clicking them into the buckle between your legs. “This will keep you warm until we can find you some clothes.” She tucks a blanket around you.

Your bottom burns from both the diaper rash and the spanking and you try to move to minimize the pressure on it but the tight straps allow you very little movement. They hold you there, laying back, staring up at the rear window.

Once Amanda and Peter are strapped into their seats up front, the vehicle rises once more and flies over the tops of the trees.