Mom

"I-I'm sorry, Davis," you stutter. "But if I ta-take my d-diaper, Mom w-will spank me, and--"

"Spanking?" Davis laughs. "You're worried about a spanking? Oh, you are a little bitch! Get over here; I'll give you a spanking!"

He grabs you by the wrist and yanks you forward. You try and pull out of his grip, but he keeps hold of you. He drags you over to your desk, where he sits down in your desk and pulls you over his lap.

Pushing aside your skirt, Davis says, "Brace yourself, sissy." He rips off your diaper, exposing your soft sissy ass.

"Hmm, what should i use..." Davis ponders, looking at the various items on your desk and dresser.