No.

I was stunned. I was just coming to grips with being reduced to a 10-year-old. I did NOT want to be reduced further. However, once again, I was in a horrible situation. Lidia was now my designated babysitter. If she complained to my mom about anything I did, I could easily find myself in a worse situation. That being said, I knew if I gave her enough evidence, like a used diaper, mom would reduce me anyway. I had heard too many stories about that happening. So, with the friendliest, cheeriest tone I could muster, I responded to Lidia's proclamation.

"Oh, Miss Lidia, house sounds like such a fun game, but I really don't feel like playing that right now, could we do something else? Like a tea party?"

By presenting another, childish option, I hoped that Lidia would take satisfied and drop the issue. Unfortunately, she was not that easily knocked off her path.

"Oh, Sarah, that DOES sound fun, but, your Mommy didn't leave you with a tea party set! I really thing house is the best game we can play. Plus, won't it be so fun just to act like a baby for the weekend?" Lidia said, steamrolling my suggestion. Before I could interject, she continued, "Now, little missy, why don't you lay down, so I can get you into your costume!"

I watched in horror as Sarah opened the huge, adult sized baby diaper, spread it out on the bed, and patted it expectantly. Panic started to fill every part of my being. I was NOT going to put on that diaper. Being demoted to a 10-year-old was demeaning enough, but, being **** to act like a pants-filling, drooling toddler was fulfilling my worst nightmares. Still wearing nothing under the towel Lidia has draped over me earlier, I took a step back from the bed and the horrible, thirsty undergarment lying on it.

"No, I won't..." I choked out.

A flash of rage crossed Lidia's eyes. I shuddered as the larger, older woman stepped towards me.

"What did you just say, Little Sarah? I am sure I didn't just hear you tell your babysitter 'No'," Lidia growled out menacingly. She continued to walk towards me, looming over me with her larger frame. I shrank back from her as she approached.

"I... I said, 'No,' Miss Lidia. I'm still 10. That's still a big girl. I can choose not to play house or wear a... a... diaper," I said with what little confidence was left to me.

At my continued words of defiance, Lidia crossed the room even quicker and ripped the towel I was clutching around me away, leaving me completely naked. My small, but clearly fully formed adult body left on clear display. I suddenly felt more **** than I had in years.

Lidia grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me to the bed. I tried to pull away, but I just was not physically strong enough to resist. Despite us both being adults, my small, frame and lack of any athletic training left me with no defense to Lidia's much stronger athletic body.

"You wet the bed like a child," Lidia lectured as she dragged me across the room. "You were demoted to 10 years old by your Mommy because of it," she continued as I twisted my wrist and tried to pull away. "You don't DESERVE to get to make your own choices anymore!"

I screamed and tried to pull harder. We were too close to the bed and the dreaded diaper for my comfort.

"I am your babysitter. I make the decisions for you now!" Lidia said as, with a forceful tug, she sat on the bed and expertly threw me over her lap, ass pointed straight up in the air.

Fearing what was coming, I struggled to try and get free. I flailed my legs and tried to roll off her lap and away. In response, Lidia used one of her legs to pin my ankles down, she then twisted one arm into an arm bar, pinning me to her lap, and leaving one of her hands free. I growled like the trapped animal I was as she continued.

"Sarah, you are acting like an entitled little brat. You will do what I say, or you WILL suffer the consequences!" Lidia said, emphasizing her point by slapping my exposed butt cheeks with her free hand. "And," she continued, leaning over to whisper the next statement into my ear, "unlike when I watched you when you were a real 10-year-old, I am allowed to punish you HOWEVER I deem appropriate given you are just a pathetic..." She slapped my ass again, harder. "Little..." Tears formed in my eyes at the third smack. "Demotee!" The fourth impact of hand to ass put me over the edge, I started to cry.

I balled, releasing all of the fear, shame, embarrassment, rage, and pain of the situation through my tears. Lidia rained down blows on my **** rear end for what felt like hours, but was actually just a few minutes. She only stopped when I stopped fight, going slack and accepting my situation. As she ended her ****, she asked me a question.

"Are you going to be a good girl now, Little Sarah?"

I sniffled, trying to regain some composure as a snot and tears rolled down my face to the floor.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I gave in.

"And are you going to do exactly what I say, when I say?" Lidia continued.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I responded.

"Are you going to play house with me like a good girl?" Lidia finally asked.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I acquiesced.

"Good, now, go stand with your hands on you head and nose in the corner until I let you out," Lidia said, finally letting me up off of her lap.

Feeling broken and beaten, literally, I did as asked. I walked to the corner, put my hands on my head, and touched my nose to the wall. I

Staring at the paint of my bedroom, I was left nothing but the dark thoughts about what would come next for me in this horrible situation.