Yes

"I'm sorry!" you cry, between smacks. "I'm so sorry I took off my diap--"

You are interrupted by the loudest, harshest slap of them all, and your eyes tear up, blurring your vision.

"You know, diaper-wearing, rule-breaking babies don't have the best diction. Lisp it up, or I'll remove the padding!"Andrew laughs.

Uggh, your brother is the wors--oww! "I'm sowwy!" you say, swallowing your pride. "I'm vewy sowwy I took off my diapey!"

"Good baby," he cackles, suddenly and swiftly pushing you off his lap. You fall to the floor, causing your chest and face to sting like your ass.

"You know, that voice fits you pretty well. You should stick with it."

"Stick with it?" you ask up from the floor.

"Yeah," he replies. "Whenever I'm around, you better be baby-talking."

You stand up, but before you can respond, he's pushing you out of his room. "No changing that diaper without me again, or your punishment will be worse." He slams the door in your face, leaving you alone in your diaper.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.