Small Town Babysitter
Daniel's Enf Universe
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A mother has to call a babysitter to watch her girls, but she has no idea how far this will go.
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Jack was the worst babysitter in the whole town. But when you live in a small town, far from the big apples of the world, then usually there shouldn’t be much competition, especially when your prices are low and kids shut up of what happens with him.
That’s why Jack was the favourite babysitter of most of the parents in his town. One of these families was Parker’s.
Parker family was pretty simple:
The mother, Cassandra, without a husband with her, she bounce between a tiring work and a more tiring daughter’s handling.
Tamara Parker, (Tammy), she’s twelve, and mature enough to don’t need a babysitter. But Tammy doesn't decide it, and her mother insist she’s still too young to be at home without someone watching her.
Jessica Parker instead is already sixteen, and Cassandra usually doesn’t insist with her. Tammy is the main reason Jack is in Parker’s house, but often mom asks him to watch Jessica too. Especially because despite her younger sister, she isn’t even close to be mature as Tamara. Jessica skips school, ends up in trouble with the neighbors and refuse to watch Tamara when mom isn’t at home. That’s why she has to call Jack.
and Jessica was fine like that, since Jack was really cute, she appreciated every time Jack was at home. But what she appreciated the most was what was happening in her house when mom wasn’t there.
As I said Jack was the worst babysitter in his zone. After 20 minutes the parent left the house his rules become laws, and Tammy has to live the next three hours without clothes, panties is the only thing Jack let her wear, then it’s all about homework and chores and spankings when she refuses to follows Jack’s rules.
Tammy usually avoid windows when Jack babysits her. So why does Cassandra keep calling him? Well, she has no idea that Tammy lives this hell. Since the first day Jack stripped Tammy of her clothes took pictures of her and spanked the girl till she learned what would happen if she don’t follow his rules. And since then he has threatened her with her photos.
Jess instead? Oh, she loves torment Tammy, initialy she had fun spectating her sister’s humiliations, but recently she took a few pictures of tammy in her panties too, and started to humiliate her when mom isn’t at home even without Jack.
Jess was living her best life, ignoring school, and having fun at her sister’s expense. Till one day Cassandra could feel the vein in her temple throbbing with frustration. She had had enough of the school's calls, enough of the neighbors' complaints, and most certainly enough of the sight of Jessica lounging on the couch when she should be in class.
"Jessica," she began, her voice tight with the anger she was trying to suppress. "I've had it up to here with your behavior. You think you're grown, but you're acting like a child. So, I've decided that for this month, Jack will be babysitting you too."
Jessica felt the blood drain from her face. A cold dread settled in her stomach as she processed what her mother had just said. Jack babysitting her? She knew exactly what that meant. She'd watched it happen to Tammy countless times - the humiliation, the photos, the threats. The game she'd been playing suddenly wasn't fun anymore when she realized she might become the victim.
"Mom, no!" Jessica shot up from the couch, her voice cracking with panic. "You can't let Jack babysit me! He's... he's horrible to Tammy!"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
The words tumbled out of Jessica's mouth in a desperate rush. "He makes her take her clothes off! He only lets her wear underwear and he spanks her and takes pictures and threatens her! Mom, you have to believe me!"
"Jessica, that's enough." Cassandra's voice was sharp with disbelief. "I've had enough of your lies and manipulation. Jack has been nothing but helpful with your sister. Tammy never complains about him."
"Because he threatens her! He has photos of her!" Jessica could hear how hysterical she sounded, but she couldn't stop herself. The panic was consuming her rational thought.
Cassandra shook her head, her expression hardening. "This is exactly the kind of behavior I'm talking about. You'll say anything to get out of consequences. Well, it's not working this time. Jack will be in half an hour, I’ve already told him everything, and don't think this is enough, young lady. I'll think of something else later." Jessica's heart hammered against her ribs as she watched her mother gather her purse and keys with deliberate calm.
"Mom, please," she whispered, but Cassandra was already moving toward the door.
"I don't want to hear another word, Jessica. Maybe a taste of what does it means be treated as a kid will straighten you out." Jessica thought how mom had no idea of what kind of punishment she’s gonna send her.
When finally Jack arrived mom remarked to him that tonight he will have to treat Jessica as he always treated Tammy.
Jessica stood frozen in the hallway, sweat beading along her hairline despite the cool evening air. Her hands trembled as she wiped her palms on her jeans for the third time in as many minutes. The confident smirk she usually wore when Jack arrived had vanished completely, replaced by the same wide-eyed terror that Tammy knew all too well.
"Maybe... maybe he won't actually do it," Jessica whispered, more to herself than to Tammy. "I mean, I'm sixteen. He can't treat me like—"
"Like he treats me?" Tammy finished, her voice sweet with mock innocence. She'd never felt this delicious sense of anticipation before Jack's arrival. "Oh, he will. It's time for revenge, sister.”
Twenty minutes passed, mom was definitely far, now Jack could have fun. Jack stood in the living room, his usual predatory smile slowly spreading across his face as he surveyed both girls. Jessica felt her stomach clench at that familiar expression - the same one she'd watched him wear countless times before, though never directed at her.
"Well, well," Jack said, his voice carrying that sickeningly cheerful tone that Jessica now realized had always made her skin crawl. "Your mom was very clear about the new arrangements, Jess. Said you needed to learn what it means to be treated like a kid."
Jessica's throat felt like sandpaper. She tried to summon the defiant attitude that usually came so naturally, but the words died before they reached her lips. Her legs felt unsteady beneath her.
"Jack, come on," she managed, hating how small her voice sounded. "You know me. We're... we're cool, right?"
But Jack was already moving toward her with that same methodical patience she'd watched him use on Tammy. Jessica's heart hammered so hard she was sure everyone in the room could hear it.
"Strip," he said simply.
The word hit Jessica like a physical blow. She'd heard it directed at Tammy dozens of times, but hearing it meant for her felt surreal, like she was trapped in some twisted nightmare.
"No," she whispered, then louder, "No, I won't."
Jack's smile widened. "Exactly like Tammy her first day.” Jack paused, looking over at Tammy with that calculating expression Jessica knew so well. "Actually, Tammy, would you like to help me with your sister?"
Jessica watched in horror as Tammy's face lit up with genuine delight. The younger girl practically bounced on her toes, her eyes sparkling with malicious joy that Jessica had never seen directed at her before.
"Really?" Tammy asked, her voice sweet as honey but with an edge that made Jessica's blood run cold. "I can help?"
"Of course," Jack said, settling back into the armchair like he was preparing to watch a show. "You know the rules better than anyone. Why don't you explain them to your big sister?"
Jessica felt the room spinning slightly as she watched Tammy step forward, no longer the cowering little sister she was used to seeing during Jack's visits. This Tammy stood taller, her chin raised, her entire demeanor transformed by the prospect of revenge.
"Well, Jess," Tammy began, her voice dripping with false sympathy, "first you have to take off all your clothes. Everything except your panties, if Jack's feeling generous hehe." She paused, tilting her head with mock concern. "Oh, There is also the photoshoot during your first day."
Jessica's hands instinctively moved to cross over her chest, as her sister's cold smile widen, and a fresh wave of dread crashed over her.
"Come on, Jess," Tammy coaxed, her voice a sickening parody of their mother's gentle tone. "The sooner you strip, the sooner we can get this over with."
Jessica's mind went completely blank. She stared at her sister, then at Jack, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish out of water. The familiar living room seemed to tilt around her as the reality crashed down - there was no escape, no clever argument that would save her. She'd watched this scene play out too many times to harbor any illusions about what came next.
Her body refused to obey any commands. She couldn't move forward, couldn't step back, couldn't even lift her arms. The paralysis was complete, rooting her feet to the carpet while her heart hammered against her ribs so hard it hurt.
"Looks like she needs help," Jack said, his voice cutting through the fog in her head.
Jessica felt rough hands grip the waistband of her jeans. The denim slid down her legs before her frozen brain could process what was happening. At the same time, she felt Tammy's smaller fingers working at the buttons of her pink shirt, each pop of a button releasing another wave of mortification.
"No, no, no," Jessica whispered, the words barely audible even to herself. But her body still wouldn't respond, wouldn't fight back the way she'd always imagined it would in a situation like this.
The cool air hit her exposed skin as her shirt fell away. She stood there in just her bra and underwear, trembling like a leaf, while Tammy stepped back to admire her handiwork with obvious satisfaction.
"There we go," Tammy said, but Jack held up a hand to silence her.
"Sorry sir.” Tammy didn’t lost her clothes yet, but she surely knew her role with Jack. “May I take her bra off sir?”
Jessica couldn't believe her ears. Tammy, the meek, obedient little sister she'd always known, was standing there, practically salivating at the thought of humiliating her. Her stomber was in knots as she watched her sister's every move, waiting for a last-minute reprieve that she knew wouldn't come. Till yesterday she would have already spanked Tammy for only thinking something like that, but now, she was the victim.
"I... I'll do it," she forced out, her voice shaking. Jessica's hands trembled as she reached for the back of her bra, her fingertips icy cold. She could feel Jack's and Tammy's eyes boring into her naked skin as she took off her last piece of clothes, revealing the perky boobs. Now, they felt like a target, a neon sign that screamed her vulnerability to the world.
"Good girl," Jack cooed, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Now, stand up straight you can have your panties, like your sister, but don't you dare cover yourself up."
Jessica's humiliation was complete as she stood there in nothing but her panties, her nakedness on display for both Jack and Tammy to see. Her cheeks burned so brightly they could have lit up the room, and her hands shook with the effort it took not to cover herself. The cool air seemed to penetrate her with a newfound chill, and goosebumps broke out along her arms. Despite her humiliation, she couldn't help but steal a glance at her sister, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked.
Tammy's smirk was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "Looks like the tables have turned," she cackled, clearly enjoying every second of Jessica's discomfort. "Now it's your turn to learn what it feels like to be the one stripped bare."
Jessica squirmed under their scrutiny, the burning in her cheeks spreading to her chest and neck. But through her haze of humiliation, she noticed something—Jack was now looking at Tammy with that familiar predatory expression.
"Tammy," Jack said, his voice silky smooth. "Time for you to get comfortable too. You know the rules."
Jessica watched as her sister's triumphant smirk faltered. For a split second, uncertainty flashed across Tammy's face before she nodded and began removing her t-shirt. The younger girl's movements were practiced, mechanical—a stark contrast to Jessica's earlier resistance. Within moments, Tammy stood beside her in just her plain white cotton panties, her smaller frame making her look even more vulnerable.
Jack leaned back in the armchair, his eyes darting between the two sisters. "Well, Tammy," he said, his tone casual as if they were discussing the weather, "since this is Jessica’s first day, I think it's only fair that you get to treat her the same way she's treated you. Don't you agree?"
Tammy's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. She stared at Jack as if he'd just offered her the keys to a candy store. "Really?" she asked, her voice hushed with awe. "I can do whatever I want to her?"
Jessica's stomach dropped. This couldn't be happening. She'd watched Tammy's torment for months, laughing as her sister endured humiliation after humiliation. Now the tables had turned so completely that her head spun with the reversal.
"Within reason," Jack clarified, settling deeper into the armchair. "Nothing that would leave marks her mother might see. But otherwise..." He gestured toward Jessica with an open palm. "She's all yours."
Tammy circled Jessica slowly, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Jessica felt each hair on her body stand on end as her younger sister examined her like a predator sizing up its prey. The cool air of the living room raised goosebumps across her exposed skin.
"First," Tammy said, her voice taking on an authority Jessica had never heard before, "I think she needs to understand what it feels like to be spanked."
Jessica's head snapped up. "No way," she protested, her voice cracking. "You can't— You are twelve, you can’t spank me!"
"Actually, she can," Jack interrupted. His smile hadn't wavered. "But before Jessica’s spanking I want you two in pose for your pictures.”
Jessica felt like she might actually vomit. Pictures. Of course there would be pictures—she'd seen Jack take them of Tammy before, had even laughed at her sister's mortification. Now the thought of having her own naked body preserved in digital form made her dizzy with panic.
"Position?" she whispered, the word barely audible.
Tammy's smile grew wider. "Hands on your head, legs apart, and smile for the camera."
Jessica hesitated, her arms feeling like lead weights at her sides. Jack cleared his throat, the sound carrying an unmistakable warning. Slowly, she raised her trembling hands to her head, her fingers interlacing over her hair. The position forced her chest forward, making her feel even more exposed.
"Wider," Tammy commanded, nudging Jessica's feet apart with her own bare foot. "Like I have to do."
Jessica complied, spreading her legs until she felt the stretch in her inner thighs. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she heard Jack's phone camera click. Once, twice, then several more times as he circled around her, capturing every angle of her humiliation.
"Perfect," Jack said, reviewing the photos with a satisfied nod. "Now you two together”
Tammy's face lit up with excitement as she draped her arm casually around Jessica's bare shoulders, pulling her closer. The touch of Tammy's skin against hers made Jessica flinch, but her younger sister only tightened her grip.
"Smile, big sis," Tammy whispered, her breath hot against Jessica's ear. "Jack wants to see you happy in these pictures."
Jessica felt a tear escape despite her best efforts. The weight of Tammy's arm across her shoulders felt like a shackle, a physical reminder of how completely their roles had reversed. She tried to force her lips into something resembling a smile, but it felt more like a grimace.
"That's not a real smile," Jack said, his finger hovering over the camera button. "Tammy, help your sister look more... natural."
Tammy's fingers dug into Jessica's shoulder, the pressure just short of painful. "Remember how you used to make me pose? How you'd laugh and tell me to look pretty for the camera?" Her voice was sweet as honey but laced with venom. "Now it's your turn to be the star."
Jessica's stomach churned as Jack's camera clicked repeatedly. Each sound felt like another nail in her coffin of humiliation. Tammy posed them in increasingly mortifying positions—arms around each other, back to back, facing each other. She directed Jessica's movements with the confidence of someone who had been on the receiving end too many times.
"All done with the pictures, now I’m sure both of you won’t spill the tea about this." Jack announced, setting his phone aside. "Now Tammy, I believe you wanted to give your sister a taste of what she's been laughing at all these months?"
Tammy's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She pointed to the couch with authority that seemed strange coming from her small frame. "Bend over the armrest, Jessica. Now."
Jessica's throat tightened. This couldn't be happening. Her twelve-year-old sister was about to spank her? She looked desperately toward Jack, hoping for some last-minute reprieve, but his amused expression told her everything she needed to know.
"I said now," Tammy repeated, her voice hardening.
With leaden feet, Jessica moved toward the couch. Each step felt like walking through quicksand as the reality of her situation sank in. Slowly, she bent forward over the armrest, the rough fabric scratching against her bare stomach. The position pushed her bottom up and out, making her feel impossibly vulnerable.
"Five slaps," Jack instructed Tammy. "Make them count."
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. The anticipation was almost worse than—
SMACK!
The first slap landed with surprising force, sending a shock of pain across her right cheek. Jessica gasped, unprepared for how much it actually hurt.
"That's for laughing when Jack spanked me the first time," Tammy announced with satisfaction. "One down, four to go."
Jessica bit her lip to keep from crying out. She'd never imagined Tammy's small hand could deliver such a stinging blow. Her skin throbbed where the slap had landed, and she braced herself for the next one.
SMACK!
The second blow lande on her left cheek, harder than the first. Jessica's eyes watered as pain blossomed across her skin.
"That's for taking those pictures of me and threatening to show them to my friends," Tammy continued, her voice steady and controlled.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, shame washing over her in waves. She had done that, hadn't she? Threatened Tammy with those humiliating photos just to watch her squirm. The memory made her stomach twist with guilt.
SMACK!
The third blow landed directly in the center, making Jessica's whole body jerk forward. A small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"That's for telling Mom I was lying when I broke Dad's picture frame last month. It was you who did it, but you let me take the blame."
Jessica hadn't realized Tammy knew about that. The guilt intensified, mixing with the burning pain across her backside. She gripped the couch cushions tighter, her knuckles turning white.
SMACK!
The fourth slap was the hardest yet. Jessica couldn't hold back a yelp as tears sprang to her eyes. The stinging heat spread across her skin like wildfire, making her legs tremble beneath her.
"That's for every time you walked around the house fully clothed while I had to stay in just my underwear," Tammy said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "For every time you laughed and pointed."
Jessica pressed her forehead against the cool fabric of the couch, trying to steady her breathing. Her bottom burned, the skin surely bright red now. She'd never imagined her little sister could hit so hard. The humiliation of being bent over, nearly naked, awaiting punishment from her younger sibling was almost too much to bear.
SMACK!
The final blow landed with such force that Jessica cried out, unable to maintain her composure any longer. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she clutched the couch cushions.
"And that," Tammy said, her voice suddenly quiet, "is for making me feel worthless. Every. Single. Day."
The words hit Jessica harder than any physical blow could have. She remained frozen in position, her body shaking with silent sobs. Behind her, she heard Jack's slow applause.
"Well done, Tammy," he said, his voice thick with approval. "You're a natural."
“I took from my sister!”
Jessica stayed bent over the armrest, afraid to move without permission, She can’t believe that she’s being spanked by her own sister at sixteen. Her skin throbbed where Tammy had hit her, and she could feel her cheeks burning with shame and tears.
"Can I do it again?" Tammy asked, her voice breathless with newfound power. Before Jack could answer, she brought her palm down on Jessica's already reddened skin with a resounding SMACK!
Jessica jerked forward, a fresh sob escaping her lips. The sting radiated through her entire body, worse than before because it landed on already sensitive flesh.
"That one's just because I wanted to," Tammy announced, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She circled her sister, examining her handiwork with undisguised glee. "Jack, can I make her do jumping jacks next? Or maybe she should crawl around the living room like a dog? That's what she made me do last month when you weren't here."
Jessica remained bent over the armrest, tears streaming down her face. The role reversal was complete—her little sister now stood over her, drunk with the same power Jessica had so carelessly wielded.
Jack considered Tammy's request for a moment, then shook his head. "As entertaining as that would be, I think it's time we get some actual work done around here." He clapped his hands sharply. "Both of you, up. I want the house clean before your mother return."
Tammy's face fell. "But—"
"No arguments," Jack cut her off. "Jessica, you'll clean the bathrooms. Tammy, you're on kitchen duty. And neither of you will wear a stitch more than you have on now."
Jessica straightened, wincing as the movement sent fresh waves of pain across her tender backside. She couldn't believe this was happening. Just yesterday, she had been the one giving orders, watching with amusement as Tammy scrambled to obey. Now she stood nearly naked, her bottom stinging, awaiting instructions like a chastised child.
"The cleaning supplies are under the sink," Jack said, settling back into the armchair with his phone. "And don't think about slacking off. I'll be checking your work thoroughly.Consider it a race, there will be punishment for those who slacks off.”
Jessica shuffled toward the bathroom, her arms crossed instinctively over her chest. Each step made her acutely aware of her nakedness, the cool air raising goosebumps across her skin. Behind her, she heard Tammy's light footsteps heading toward the kitchen, accompanied by what sounded suspiciously like humming.
The bathroom door provided momentary relief from watchful eyes.Jessica stared at the bathroom tiles, the bucket of cleaning supplies heavy in her trembling hands. Her face still burned with humiliation, and her backside throbbed with each movement. She couldn't believe how quickly everything had changed. Just yesterday, she'd been the one watching Tammy scrub these same tiles, making comments about missed spots while fully dressed and comfortable.
Now she knelt on the cold bathroom floor in nothing but her panties, desperately trying to ignore how exposed she felt as she scrubbed at the grout between tiles. The chemical smell of cleaner burned her nostrils, making her eyes water—or maybe those were still tears from her spanking. She couldn't tell anymore.
"Working hard in there?" Jack's voice called from the hallway.
Jessica jumped, sloshing water onto her bare thighs. She hadn't heard him approach. "Y-yes," she stammered, scrubbing harder at a non-existent stain.
Jack leaned against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over her nearly naked body with a casualness that made her skin crawl. "You missed a spot, this is a race, if you want to get back at your sister you should be faster." he said, pointing to a corner that Jessica had already cleaned twice.
She bit her lip and crawled toward it, painfully aware of how her breasts swayed with the movement. Was this how Tammy had felt all those times? This crushing combination of fear and shame and helplessness?
After a few hours Tammy completed all her tasks before Jessica. Jack inspected the house with a critical eye, running his finger along countertops and peering into corners. A slow smile spread across his face as he nodded his approval.
"Well done, Tammy," he said, his voice carrying through the house. "You've finished first, and everything looks spotless."
Jessica's stomach dropped as she heard the words. She was still picking up clothes from the floor of her room, without being able to wear them, her back aching from bending over for so long. And sweat trickled down her bare back despite the cool air.
"Since you've been so good," Jack continued, his voice drawing closer, "you can put your clothes back on."
Jessica was listening every word. The unfairness of it stung worse than the spanking had. She listened to the soft padding of Tammy's bare feet as her sister scampered off, no doubt eager to cover herself again.
"Jessica!" Jack called out. "How much longer are you going to take in there?"
She swallowed hard, her throat tight with humiliation. "Almost done," she called back, her voice cracking. She took the last few clothes and pushed them in her wardrobe, desperate to finish before Jack came to inspect her work.
But it was too late. Heavy footsteps approached the bedroom, and then Jack appeared in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light from the hallway. Jessica froze, clutching a shirt she'd been about to shove into the wardrobe. His eyes swept over the room, taking in the hastily organized closet and the pile of clothes she hadn't managed to put away yet.
"Not good enough," he said, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment. "Tammy finished everything perfectly. You've been slacking off."
Jessica felt her mouth go dry. "I'm almost done," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me five more minutes."
"Too late." Jack leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "You know the rules. The loser gets punished."
Heavy footsteps approached from behind him, and Jessica's heart sank when she saw Tammy appear beside Jack, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her sister's smug smile made Jessica's stomach twist with dread.
Jack's smile grew even wider as he reached for the backpack he'd brought with him. "I thought this might happen," he said, unzipping the bag with deliberate slowness. "So I came prepared."
Jessica watched in growing horror as Jack pulled out a thick white garment. It took her brain several seconds to process what she was seeing - a disposable diaper, adult-sized but unmistakable with its childish cartoon prints and tabs on the sides.
"No," she whispered, backing away until her bare legs hit the edge of her bed. "No way. That's... that's too far."
Jack held the diaper up, letting it dangle from his fingers. "Rules are rules, Jessica. You lost the cleaning competition. Tammy finished all her chores perfectly, and you..." he gestured at the unfinished room, "clearly didn't."
Tammy clapped her hands together in delight, her eyes wide with vindictive pleasure. "Is that really for her? Is she really going to have to wear a diaper?"
"She certainly is," Jack confirmed, stepping further into the room. "Since she can't behave like a big girl, she doesn't get to dress like one either."
Jessica's legs trembled beneath her. The humiliation of standing nearly naked was nothing compared to this new threat. Her eyes darted from Jack to Tammy, then to the window, calculating her chances of escape. But where would she go? Half-naked through the neighborhood?
"Please don't do this, not the diaper," Jessica begged, her voice cracking. "I'll finish cleaning. I'll do anything else."
Jack tilted his head, considering her with that same predatory smile. "Too late. Lie down on your bed."
Jessica remained frozen, her body refusing to obey. The diaper dangled from Jack's fingers, its childish cartoon prints mocking her. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick to breathe.
"I said, lie down," Jack repeated, his voice hardening. "Or would you rather I message your friends and show them those lovely pictures we just took?"
The threat landed like a physical blow. Jessica's shoulders slumped in defeat as she slowly lowered herself onto her bed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. The comforter felt rough against her bare skin, a sensation that only heightened her awareness of her vulnerability.
"Good girl," Jack cooed, approaching the bed with the diaper in hand. "Tammy, would you like to help?"
"Yes!" Tammy practically bounced with excitement as she moved to stand beside Jack. "What should I do?"
"Hold her legs apart," Jack instructed, his tone casual as if he were asking her to pass the salt at dinner.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her sister's small hands grip her ankles, pulling her legs high and apart. The position left her completely exposed, and a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. How many times had she watched Tammy getting humiliated, but never diapered.
"Please, Jack, not this," Jessica whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart, as her panties were taken off her. The cool air of the bedroom raised goosebumps across her exposed skin as she lay helpless, her sister's grip on her ankles surprisingly strong.
Jack knelt beside the bed, the diaper rustling in his hands. "Lift your hips," he commanded.
Jessica hesitated, her body rigid with resistance. Jack's expression darkened, and she quickly complied, raising her hips just enough for him to slide the thick padding beneath her. The material felt alien against her skin—crinkly and stiff and unmistakably infantile. The cartoon characters printed across the front seemed to mock her.
"Perfect," Jack murmured, pulling the front panel up between her legs. His fingers brushed against her skin as he secured the adhesive tabs at her hips, each touch making her flinch. The diaper hugged her body snugly, the bulky padding forcing her thighs slightly apart.
Tammy released Jessica's ankles and stepped back to admire the scene, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "It suits you," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "The baby of the family."
Jessica couldn't bring herself to look down at her body, at the humiliating garment now secured around her waist. The diaper's bulk between her legs felt alien and wrong, a constant reminder of her complete powerlessness. Her cheeks burned so hot that she was sure they must be glowing. She wanted to curl into herself and disappear, but the diaper's bulky presence made even that small comfort impossible.
Jessica was jealous that Tammy was fully clothed. The sight of her sister standing there in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt while she lay exposed in nothing but a humiliating diaper made bile rise in her throat. Just hours ago, their positions had been reversed—Tammy nearly naked while she lounged in her favorite shorts and tank top, comfortable and in control.
"Can I... can I at least have a shirt?" Jessica asked, her voice small and broken. The words felt pathetic even as they left her lips.
Jack tilted his head, considering her request with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm, what do you think, Tammy? Has your sister earned the right to wear a shirt?"
Tammy crossed her arms over her fully clothed chest, her eyes narrowing as she studied Jessica's vulnerable form. The cotton fabric of her t-shirt looked impossibly soft and inviting to Jessica, who couldn't stop staring at it with naked envy.
"No," Tammy said finally, her voice firm with newfound authority. "I think the baby should stay in just her diaper. That's what babies wear, right?"
Jessica's face crumpled. The diaper crinkled loudly as she shifted on the bed, the sound an audible reminder of her humiliation. Every movement sent a fresh wave of Jack considered Jessica's plea, his expression softening slightly. "Well... I suppose we could let you have a shirt." He turned to Tammy with a calculated smile. "Why don't you go find something appropriate for your sister to wear?"
Tammy's eyes lit up with mischievous delight. "Really? I get to pick?" She bounced on her toes, already backing toward the door.
"Something suitable for her current... situation," Jack added with a meaningful glance at Jessica's diapered form.
Jessica's momentary relief evaporated as she watched Tammy dash from the room, the younger girl's eager footsteps pounding down the hallway. Whatever Tammy returned with would only add to her humiliation, she was certain of it.
The minutes stretched like hours as Jessica lay on the bed, painfully aware of the diaper's bulk between her legs and the way it crinkled with each tiny movement. Jack lounged against her desk, scrolling through his phone with casual indifference to her distress.
When Tammy finally returned, she was clutching a bundle of fabric to her chest, her face flushed with excitement. "Found it!" she announced triumphantly.
Jessica's stomach dropped as Tammy unfurled her selection – a bright pink t-shirt emblazoned with a glittery rainbow unicorn. The childish cartoon character had enormous eyes and the words "Magical Princess" written in sparkly purple letters beneath it. “That’s the shirt I gifted you for your last birthday! It will never fit me.”
"That's the idea," Tammy said, her grin widening. "You get to wear my little kid shirt. It'll be way too small for you."
Jessica felt her throat constrict. The shirt wasn't just childish—it was at least two sizes too small for her. She looked desperately at Jack, hoping for some intervention, but he only nodded his approval.
"Perfect choice, Tammy. Let's get our baby dressed."
Jessica flinched as Jack approached with the shirt. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but the memory of those photos on his phone kept her compliant. Reluctantly, she raised her arms, allowing him to pull the tight fabric over her head.
The shirt clung to her like a second skin, the stretchy material barely covering her midriff. The bottom hem ended well above her navel, leaving her diaper fully visible. The sleeves bit into her arms, and the neckline was so tight it made her feel like she was being choked.
"Stand up," Jack ordered. "Let's see the full effect."
Jessica slid off the bed, the diaper crinkling loudly with every movement. She stood awkwardly, her legs slightly apart due to the bulky padding between them. The combination of the too-small childish shirt and the thick diaper made her look like an overgrown toddler.
"Oh my god," Tammy breathed, her eyes wide with delight. "You look ridiculous!” The shirt strained across Jessica's chest, the thin fabric pulled taut against her breasts. The cartoon unicorn's face stretched and distorted across her curves, making the childish design even more ridiculous. She could feel the outline of her nipples pressing visibly against the fabric, adding another layer of mortification to her already overwhelming humiliation.
"Look at you," Tammy giggled, pointing at Jessica's chest. "You're stretching poor Princess Sparkles all out of shape!"
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, but Jack immediately stepped forward and pulled them away.
"No, no, no," he scolded, his voice mockingly gentle. "Little girls don't hide their cute shirts. Don't you want everyone to see your pretty unicorn?"
Jessica's face burned as hot as a furnace. She stared at the floor, unable to meet either of their eyes as tears threatened to spill over. The shirt was so tight she could barely breathe, each shallow breath making the fabric strain even more against her chest.
"Perfect," Jack said, raising his phone. "Now let's get a few pictures of our little baby girl."
Jessica's heart sank even further. Of course there would be more pictures. The flash blinded her as Jack captured her humiliation from every angle.
"Smile for the camera, baby Jess," Tammy taunted, reaching over to tug the shirt even higher up Jessica's midriff. "Show off your pretty diaper!"
The diaper crinkled loudly as Jessica shifted her weight, each movement producing that telltale sound that made her want to disappear through the floor. Jack circled her, snapping photo after photo.
"Put your thumb in your mouth," Jack instructed, his camera trained on her face.
"No way," Jessica whispered, shaking her head.
Jack lowered the phone slightly. "Would you rather I send these pictures to everyone at school? Your choice."
With trembling fingers, Jessica raised her hand to her mouth and reluctantly pushed her thumb between her lips. The childish pose was the final indignity. She heard the camera click again and again as tears welled in her eyes.
"I think our baby girl needs a snack," Jack announced once he'd taken enough pictures. "Come along, baby Jessica."
When Jessica didn't move immediately, Jack reached out and took her hand in his, as if she were a small child needing guidance. His fingers closed around hers with uncomfortable firmness, and he began leading her toward the kitchen.
Each step was a new humiliation. The diaper rustled loudly between her legs, forcing her to waddle rather than walk normally.
"Aww, look at baby Jessica in her little unicorn shirt," Tammy cooed, skipping alongside them in her comfortable jeans and t-shirt. "Is the diaper comfy, sis? Does it feel nice and snug around your big girl bottom?"
Jessica clenched her jaw so hard her teeth hurt. The contrast between them couldn't have been more stark—Tammy fully dressed in normal clothes while she shuffled along in nothing but a too-tight children's shirt and a bulky diaper. The injustice of it made her throat tight with unshed tears.
"I bet you wish you had your jeans back now, huh?" Tammy taunted, twirling in front of Jessica to show off her outfit. "Remember yesterday when you made me stand in the corner in just my underwear while you sat on the couch in your favorite outfit? How does it feel to be on the other side?"
"Shut up," Jessica muttered, her voice barely audible.
Tammy gasped dramatically. "Jack! The baby said a bad word!"
Jack turned, his expression mock-serious. "We don't tolerate that kind of language from little girls, Jessica. One more outburst and you'll be spending time in the corner wearing just your diaper."
The sound of a key turning in the front door made all three of them freeze. Jessica's heart stopped, then began hammering so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. The door swung open before any of them could move.
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- Jack, 24 years, the babysitter
- Tamara Parker, 12 years
- Jessica Parker, 16 years
- Cassandra Parker, the mother
Jack was the worst babysitter in the whole town. But when you live in a small town, far from the big apples of the world, then usually there shouldn’t be much competition, especially when your prices are low and kids shut up of what happens with him.
That’s why Jack was the favourite babysitter of most of the parents in his town. One of these families was Parker’s.
Parker family was pretty simple:
The mother, Cassandra, without a husband with her, she bounce between a tiring work and a more tiring daughter’s handling.
Tamara Parker, (Tammy), she’s twelve, and mature enough to don’t need a babysitter. But Tammy doesn't decide it, and her mother insist she’s still too young to be at home without someone watching her.
Jessica Parker instead is already sixteen, and Cassandra usually doesn’t insist with her. Tammy is the main reason Jack is in Parker’s house, but often mom asks him to watch Jessica too. Especially because despite her younger sister, she isn’t even close to be mature as Tamara. Jessica skips school, ends up in trouble with the neighbors and refuse to watch Tamara when mom isn’t at home. That’s why she has to call Jack.
and Jessica was fine like that, since Jack was really cute, she appreciated every time Jack was at home. But what she appreciated the most was what was happening in her house when mom wasn’t there.
As I said Jack was the worst babysitter in his zone. After 20 minutes the parent left the house his rules become laws, and Tammy has to live the next three hours without clothes, panties is the only thing Jack let her wear, then it’s all about homework and chores and spankings when she refuses to follows Jack’s rules.
Tammy usually avoid windows when Jack babysits her. So why does Cassandra keep calling him? Well, she has no idea that Tammy lives this hell. Since the first day Jack stripped Tammy of her clothes took pictures of her and spanked the girl till she learned what would happen if she don’t follow his rules. And since then he has threatened her with her photos.
Jess instead? Oh, she loves torment Tammy, initialy she had fun spectating her sister’s humiliations, but recently she took a few pictures of tammy in her panties too, and started to humiliate her when mom isn’t at home even without Jack.
Jess was living her best life, ignoring school, and having fun at her sister’s expense. Till one day Cassandra could feel the vein in her temple throbbing with frustration. She had had enough of the school's calls, enough of the neighbors' complaints, and most certainly enough of the sight of Jessica lounging on the couch when she should be in class.
"Jessica," she began, her voice tight with the anger she was trying to suppress. "I've had it up to here with your behavior. You think you're grown, but you're acting like a child. So, I've decided that for this month, Jack will be babysitting you too."
Jessica felt the blood drain from her face. A cold dread settled in her stomach as she processed what her mother had just said. Jack babysitting her? She knew exactly what that meant. She'd watched it happen to Tammy countless times - the humiliation, the photos, the threats. The game she'd been playing suddenly wasn't fun anymore when she realized she might become the victim.
"Mom, no!" Jessica shot up from the couch, her voice cracking with panic. "You can't let Jack babysit me! He's... he's horrible to Tammy!"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
The words tumbled out of Jessica's mouth in a desperate rush. "He makes her take her clothes off! He only lets her wear underwear and he spanks her and takes pictures and threatens her! Mom, you have to believe me!"
"Jessica, that's enough." Cassandra's voice was sharp with disbelief. "I've had enough of your lies and manipulation. Jack has been nothing but helpful with your sister. Tammy never complains about him."
"Because he threatens her! He has photos of her!" Jessica could hear how hysterical she sounded, but she couldn't stop herself. The panic was consuming her rational thought.
Cassandra shook her head, her expression hardening. "This is exactly the kind of behavior I'm talking about. You'll say anything to get out of consequences. Well, it's not working this time. Jack will be in half an hour, I’ve already told him everything, and don't think this is enough, young lady. I'll think of something else later." Jessica's heart hammered against her ribs as she watched her mother gather her purse and keys with deliberate calm.
"Mom, please," she whispered, but Cassandra was already moving toward the door.
"I don't want to hear another word, Jessica. Maybe a taste of what does it means be treated as a kid will straighten you out." Jessica thought how mom had no idea of what kind of punishment she’s gonna send her.
When finally Jack arrived mom remarked to him that tonight he will have to treat Jessica as he always treated Tammy.
Jessica stood frozen in the hallway, sweat beading along her hairline despite the cool evening air. Her hands trembled as she wiped her palms on her jeans for the third time in as many minutes. The confident smirk she usually wore when Jack arrived had vanished completely, replaced by the same wide-eyed terror that Tammy knew all too well.
"Maybe... maybe he won't actually do it," Jessica whispered, more to herself than to Tammy. "I mean, I'm sixteen. He can't treat me like—"
"Like he treats me?" Tammy finished, her voice sweet with mock innocence. She'd never felt this delicious sense of anticipation before Jack's arrival. "Oh, he will. It's time for revenge, sister.”
Twenty minutes passed, mom was definitely far, now Jack could have fun. Jack stood in the living room, his usual predatory smile slowly spreading across his face as he surveyed both girls. Jessica felt her stomach clench at that familiar expression - the same one she'd watched him wear countless times before, though never directed at her.
"Well, well," Jack said, his voice carrying that sickeningly cheerful tone that Jessica now realized had always made her skin crawl. "Your mom was very clear about the new arrangements, Jess. Said you needed to learn what it means to be treated like a kid."
Jessica's throat felt like sandpaper. She tried to summon the defiant attitude that usually came so naturally, but the words died before they reached her lips. Her legs felt unsteady beneath her.
"Jack, come on," she managed, hating how small her voice sounded. "You know me. We're... we're cool, right?"
But Jack was already moving toward her with that same methodical patience she'd watched him use on Tammy. Jessica's heart hammered so hard she was sure everyone in the room could hear it.
"Strip," he said simply.
The word hit Jessica like a physical blow. She'd heard it directed at Tammy dozens of times, but hearing it meant for her felt surreal, like she was trapped in some twisted nightmare.
"No," she whispered, then louder, "No, I won't."
Jack's smile widened. "Exactly like Tammy her first day.” Jack paused, looking over at Tammy with that calculating expression Jessica knew so well. "Actually, Tammy, would you like to help me with your sister?"
Jessica watched in horror as Tammy's face lit up with genuine delight. The younger girl practically bounced on her toes, her eyes sparkling with malicious joy that Jessica had never seen directed at her before.
"Really?" Tammy asked, her voice sweet as honey but with an edge that made Jessica's blood run cold. "I can help?"
"Of course," Jack said, settling back into the armchair like he was preparing to watch a show. "You know the rules better than anyone. Why don't you explain them to your big sister?"
Jessica felt the room spinning slightly as she watched Tammy step forward, no longer the cowering little sister she was used to seeing during Jack's visits. This Tammy stood taller, her chin raised, her entire demeanor transformed by the prospect of revenge.
"Well, Jess," Tammy began, her voice dripping with false sympathy, "first you have to take off all your clothes. Everything except your panties, if Jack's feeling generous hehe." She paused, tilting her head with mock concern. "Oh, There is also the photoshoot during your first day."
Jessica's hands instinctively moved to cross over her chest, as her sister's cold smile widen, and a fresh wave of dread crashed over her.
"Come on, Jess," Tammy coaxed, her voice a sickening parody of their mother's gentle tone. "The sooner you strip, the sooner we can get this over with."
Jessica's mind went completely blank. She stared at her sister, then at Jack, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish out of water. The familiar living room seemed to tilt around her as the reality crashed down - there was no escape, no clever argument that would save her. She'd watched this scene play out too many times to harbor any illusions about what came next.
Her body refused to obey any commands. She couldn't move forward, couldn't step back, couldn't even lift her arms. The paralysis was complete, rooting her feet to the carpet while her heart hammered against her ribs so hard it hurt.
"Looks like she needs help," Jack said, his voice cutting through the fog in her head.
Jessica felt rough hands grip the waistband of her jeans. The denim slid down her legs before her frozen brain could process what was happening. At the same time, she felt Tammy's smaller fingers working at the buttons of her pink shirt, each pop of a button releasing another wave of mortification.
"No, no, no," Jessica whispered, the words barely audible even to herself. But her body still wouldn't respond, wouldn't fight back the way she'd always imagined it would in a situation like this.
The cool air hit her exposed skin as her shirt fell away. She stood there in just her bra and underwear, trembling like a leaf, while Tammy stepped back to admire her handiwork with obvious satisfaction.
"There we go," Tammy said, but Jack held up a hand to silence her.
"Sorry sir.” Tammy didn’t lost her clothes yet, but she surely knew her role with Jack. “May I take her bra off sir?”
Jessica couldn't believe her ears. Tammy, the meek, obedient little sister she'd always known, was standing there, practically salivating at the thought of humiliating her. Her stomber was in knots as she watched her sister's every move, waiting for a last-minute reprieve that she knew wouldn't come. Till yesterday she would have already spanked Tammy for only thinking something like that, but now, she was the victim.
"I... I'll do it," she forced out, her voice shaking. Jessica's hands trembled as she reached for the back of her bra, her fingertips icy cold. She could feel Jack's and Tammy's eyes boring into her naked skin as she took off her last piece of clothes, revealing the perky boobs. Now, they felt like a target, a neon sign that screamed her vulnerability to the world.
"Good girl," Jack cooed, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Now, stand up straight you can have your panties, like your sister, but don't you dare cover yourself up."
Jessica's humiliation was complete as she stood there in nothing but her panties, her nakedness on display for both Jack and Tammy to see. Her cheeks burned so brightly they could have lit up the room, and her hands shook with the effort it took not to cover herself. The cool air seemed to penetrate her with a newfound chill, and goosebumps broke out along her arms. Despite her humiliation, she couldn't help but steal a glance at her sister, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked.
Tammy's smirk was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee. "Looks like the tables have turned," she cackled, clearly enjoying every second of Jessica's discomfort. "Now it's your turn to learn what it feels like to be the one stripped bare."
Jessica squirmed under their scrutiny, the burning in her cheeks spreading to her chest and neck. But through her haze of humiliation, she noticed something—Jack was now looking at Tammy with that familiar predatory expression.
"Tammy," Jack said, his voice silky smooth. "Time for you to get comfortable too. You know the rules."
Jessica watched as her sister's triumphant smirk faltered. For a split second, uncertainty flashed across Tammy's face before she nodded and began removing her t-shirt. The younger girl's movements were practiced, mechanical—a stark contrast to Jessica's earlier resistance. Within moments, Tammy stood beside her in just her plain white cotton panties, her smaller frame making her look even more vulnerable.
Jack leaned back in the armchair, his eyes darting between the two sisters. "Well, Tammy," he said, his tone casual as if they were discussing the weather, "since this is Jessica’s first day, I think it's only fair that you get to treat her the same way she's treated you. Don't you agree?"
Tammy's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. She stared at Jack as if he'd just offered her the keys to a candy store. "Really?" she asked, her voice hushed with awe. "I can do whatever I want to her?"
Jessica's stomach dropped. This couldn't be happening. She'd watched Tammy's torment for months, laughing as her sister endured humiliation after humiliation. Now the tables had turned so completely that her head spun with the reversal.
"Within reason," Jack clarified, settling deeper into the armchair. "Nothing that would leave marks her mother might see. But otherwise..." He gestured toward Jessica with an open palm. "She's all yours."
Tammy circled Jessica slowly, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Jessica felt each hair on her body stand on end as her younger sister examined her like a predator sizing up its prey. The cool air of the living room raised goosebumps across her exposed skin.
"First," Tammy said, her voice taking on an authority Jessica had never heard before, "I think she needs to understand what it feels like to be spanked."
Jessica's head snapped up. "No way," she protested, her voice cracking. "You can't— You are twelve, you can’t spank me!"
"Actually, she can," Jack interrupted. His smile hadn't wavered. "But before Jessica’s spanking I want you two in pose for your pictures.”
Jessica felt like she might actually vomit. Pictures. Of course there would be pictures—she'd seen Jack take them of Tammy before, had even laughed at her sister's mortification. Now the thought of having her own naked body preserved in digital form made her dizzy with panic.
"Position?" she whispered, the word barely audible.
Tammy's smile grew wider. "Hands on your head, legs apart, and smile for the camera."
Jessica hesitated, her arms feeling like lead weights at her sides. Jack cleared his throat, the sound carrying an unmistakable warning. Slowly, she raised her trembling hands to her head, her fingers interlacing over her hair. The position forced her chest forward, making her feel even more exposed.
"Wider," Tammy commanded, nudging Jessica's feet apart with her own bare foot. "Like I have to do."
Jessica complied, spreading her legs until she felt the stretch in her inner thighs. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she heard Jack's phone camera click. Once, twice, then several more times as he circled around her, capturing every angle of her humiliation.
"Perfect," Jack said, reviewing the photos with a satisfied nod. "Now you two together”
Tammy's face lit up with excitement as she draped her arm casually around Jessica's bare shoulders, pulling her closer. The touch of Tammy's skin against hers made Jessica flinch, but her younger sister only tightened her grip.
"Smile, big sis," Tammy whispered, her breath hot against Jessica's ear. "Jack wants to see you happy in these pictures."
Jessica felt a tear escape despite her best efforts. The weight of Tammy's arm across her shoulders felt like a shackle, a physical reminder of how completely their roles had reversed. She tried to force her lips into something resembling a smile, but it felt more like a grimace.
"That's not a real smile," Jack said, his finger hovering over the camera button. "Tammy, help your sister look more... natural."
Tammy's fingers dug into Jessica's shoulder, the pressure just short of painful. "Remember how you used to make me pose? How you'd laugh and tell me to look pretty for the camera?" Her voice was sweet as honey but laced with venom. "Now it's your turn to be the star."
Jessica's stomach churned as Jack's camera clicked repeatedly. Each sound felt like another nail in her coffin of humiliation. Tammy posed them in increasingly mortifying positions—arms around each other, back to back, facing each other. She directed Jessica's movements with the confidence of someone who had been on the receiving end too many times.
"All done with the pictures, now I’m sure both of you won’t spill the tea about this." Jack announced, setting his phone aside. "Now Tammy, I believe you wanted to give your sister a taste of what she's been laughing at all these months?"
Tammy's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She pointed to the couch with authority that seemed strange coming from her small frame. "Bend over the armrest, Jessica. Now."
Jessica's throat tightened. This couldn't be happening. Her twelve-year-old sister was about to spank her? She looked desperately toward Jack, hoping for some last-minute reprieve, but his amused expression told her everything she needed to know.
"I said now," Tammy repeated, her voice hardening.
With leaden feet, Jessica moved toward the couch. Each step felt like walking through quicksand as the reality of her situation sank in. Slowly, she bent forward over the armrest, the rough fabric scratching against her bare stomach. The position pushed her bottom up and out, making her feel impossibly vulnerable.
"Five slaps," Jack instructed Tammy. "Make them count."
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. The anticipation was almost worse than—
SMACK!
The first slap landed with surprising force, sending a shock of pain across her right cheek. Jessica gasped, unprepared for how much it actually hurt.
"That's for laughing when Jack spanked me the first time," Tammy announced with satisfaction. "One down, four to go."
Jessica bit her lip to keep from crying out. She'd never imagined Tammy's small hand could deliver such a stinging blow. Her skin throbbed where the slap had landed, and she braced herself for the next one.
SMACK!
The second blow lande on her left cheek, harder than the first. Jessica's eyes watered as pain blossomed across her skin.
"That's for taking those pictures of me and threatening to show them to my friends," Tammy continued, her voice steady and controlled.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, shame washing over her in waves. She had done that, hadn't she? Threatened Tammy with those humiliating photos just to watch her squirm. The memory made her stomach twist with guilt.
SMACK!
The third blow landed directly in the center, making Jessica's whole body jerk forward. A small whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"That's for telling Mom I was lying when I broke Dad's picture frame last month. It was you who did it, but you let me take the blame."
Jessica hadn't realized Tammy knew about that. The guilt intensified, mixing with the burning pain across her backside. She gripped the couch cushions tighter, her knuckles turning white.
SMACK!
The fourth slap was the hardest yet. Jessica couldn't hold back a yelp as tears sprang to her eyes. The stinging heat spread across her skin like wildfire, making her legs tremble beneath her.
"That's for every time you walked around the house fully clothed while I had to stay in just my underwear," Tammy said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "For every time you laughed and pointed."
Jessica pressed her forehead against the cool fabric of the couch, trying to steady her breathing. Her bottom burned, the skin surely bright red now. She'd never imagined her little sister could hit so hard. The humiliation of being bent over, nearly naked, awaiting punishment from her younger sibling was almost too much to bear.
SMACK!
The final blow landed with such force that Jessica cried out, unable to maintain her composure any longer. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she clutched the couch cushions.
"And that," Tammy said, her voice suddenly quiet, "is for making me feel worthless. Every. Single. Day."
The words hit Jessica harder than any physical blow could have. She remained frozen in position, her body shaking with silent sobs. Behind her, she heard Jack's slow applause.
"Well done, Tammy," he said, his voice thick with approval. "You're a natural."
“I took from my sister!”
Jessica stayed bent over the armrest, afraid to move without permission, She can’t believe that she’s being spanked by her own sister at sixteen. Her skin throbbed where Tammy had hit her, and she could feel her cheeks burning with shame and tears.
"Can I do it again?" Tammy asked, her voice breathless with newfound power. Before Jack could answer, she brought her palm down on Jessica's already reddened skin with a resounding SMACK!
Jessica jerked forward, a fresh sob escaping her lips. The sting radiated through her entire body, worse than before because it landed on already sensitive flesh.
"That one's just because I wanted to," Tammy announced, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She circled her sister, examining her handiwork with undisguised glee. "Jack, can I make her do jumping jacks next? Or maybe she should crawl around the living room like a dog? That's what she made me do last month when you weren't here."
Jessica remained bent over the armrest, tears streaming down her face. The role reversal was complete—her little sister now stood over her, drunk with the same power Jessica had so carelessly wielded.
Jack considered Tammy's request for a moment, then shook his head. "As entertaining as that would be, I think it's time we get some actual work done around here." He clapped his hands sharply. "Both of you, up. I want the house clean before your mother return."
Tammy's face fell. "But—"
"No arguments," Jack cut her off. "Jessica, you'll clean the bathrooms. Tammy, you're on kitchen duty. And neither of you will wear a stitch more than you have on now."
Jessica straightened, wincing as the movement sent fresh waves of pain across her tender backside. She couldn't believe this was happening. Just yesterday, she had been the one giving orders, watching with amusement as Tammy scrambled to obey. Now she stood nearly naked, her bottom stinging, awaiting instructions like a chastised child.
"The cleaning supplies are under the sink," Jack said, settling back into the armchair with his phone. "And don't think about slacking off. I'll be checking your work thoroughly.Consider it a race, there will be punishment for those who slacks off.”
Jessica shuffled toward the bathroom, her arms crossed instinctively over her chest. Each step made her acutely aware of her nakedness, the cool air raising goosebumps across her skin. Behind her, she heard Tammy's light footsteps heading toward the kitchen, accompanied by what sounded suspiciously like humming.
The bathroom door provided momentary relief from watchful eyes.Jessica stared at the bathroom tiles, the bucket of cleaning supplies heavy in her trembling hands. Her face still burned with humiliation, and her backside throbbed with each movement. She couldn't believe how quickly everything had changed. Just yesterday, she'd been the one watching Tammy scrub these same tiles, making comments about missed spots while fully dressed and comfortable.
Now she knelt on the cold bathroom floor in nothing but her panties, desperately trying to ignore how exposed she felt as she scrubbed at the grout between tiles. The chemical smell of cleaner burned her nostrils, making her eyes water—or maybe those were still tears from her spanking. She couldn't tell anymore.
"Working hard in there?" Jack's voice called from the hallway.
Jessica jumped, sloshing water onto her bare thighs. She hadn't heard him approach. "Y-yes," she stammered, scrubbing harder at a non-existent stain.
Jack leaned against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over her nearly naked body with a casualness that made her skin crawl. "You missed a spot, this is a race, if you want to get back at your sister you should be faster." he said, pointing to a corner that Jessica had already cleaned twice.
She bit her lip and crawled toward it, painfully aware of how her breasts swayed with the movement. Was this how Tammy had felt all those times? This crushing combination of fear and shame and helplessness?
After a few hours Tammy completed all her tasks before Jessica. Jack inspected the house with a critical eye, running his finger along countertops and peering into corners. A slow smile spread across his face as he nodded his approval.
"Well done, Tammy," he said, his voice carrying through the house. "You've finished first, and everything looks spotless."
Jessica's stomach dropped as she heard the words. She was still picking up clothes from the floor of her room, without being able to wear them, her back aching from bending over for so long. And sweat trickled down her bare back despite the cool air.
"Since you've been so good," Jack continued, his voice drawing closer, "you can put your clothes back on."
Jessica was listening every word. The unfairness of it stung worse than the spanking had. She listened to the soft padding of Tammy's bare feet as her sister scampered off, no doubt eager to cover herself again.
"Jessica!" Jack called out. "How much longer are you going to take in there?"
She swallowed hard, her throat tight with humiliation. "Almost done," she called back, her voice cracking. She took the last few clothes and pushed them in her wardrobe, desperate to finish before Jack came to inspect her work.
But it was too late. Heavy footsteps approached the bedroom, and then Jack appeared in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light from the hallway. Jessica froze, clutching a shirt she'd been about to shove into the wardrobe. His eyes swept over the room, taking in the hastily organized closet and the pile of clothes she hadn't managed to put away yet.
"Not good enough," he said, shaking his head with exaggerated disappointment. "Tammy finished everything perfectly. You've been slacking off."
Jessica felt her mouth go dry. "I'm almost done," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me five more minutes."
"Too late." Jack leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "You know the rules. The loser gets punished."
Heavy footsteps approached from behind him, and Jessica's heart sank when she saw Tammy appear beside Jack, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her sister's smug smile made Jessica's stomach twist with dread.
Jack's smile grew even wider as he reached for the backpack he'd brought with him. "I thought this might happen," he said, unzipping the bag with deliberate slowness. "So I came prepared."
Jessica watched in growing horror as Jack pulled out a thick white garment. It took her brain several seconds to process what she was seeing - a disposable diaper, adult-sized but unmistakable with its childish cartoon prints and tabs on the sides.
"No," she whispered, backing away until her bare legs hit the edge of her bed. "No way. That's... that's too far."
Jack held the diaper up, letting it dangle from his fingers. "Rules are rules, Jessica. You lost the cleaning competition. Tammy finished all her chores perfectly, and you..." he gestured at the unfinished room, "clearly didn't."
Tammy clapped her hands together in delight, her eyes wide with vindictive pleasure. "Is that really for her? Is she really going to have to wear a diaper?"
"She certainly is," Jack confirmed, stepping further into the room. "Since she can't behave like a big girl, she doesn't get to dress like one either."
Jessica's legs trembled beneath her. The humiliation of standing nearly naked was nothing compared to this new threat. Her eyes darted from Jack to Tammy, then to the window, calculating her chances of escape. But where would she go? Half-naked through the neighborhood?
"Please don't do this, not the diaper," Jessica begged, her voice cracking. "I'll finish cleaning. I'll do anything else."
Jack tilted his head, considering her with that same predatory smile. "Too late. Lie down on your bed."
Jessica remained frozen, her body refusing to obey. The diaper dangled from Jack's fingers, its childish cartoon prints mocking her. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick to breathe.
"I said, lie down," Jack repeated, his voice hardening. "Or would you rather I message your friends and show them those lovely pictures we just took?"
The threat landed like a physical blow. Jessica's shoulders slumped in defeat as she slowly lowered herself onto her bed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. The comforter felt rough against her bare skin, a sensation that only heightened her awareness of her vulnerability.
"Good girl," Jack cooed, approaching the bed with the diaper in hand. "Tammy, would you like to help?"
"Yes!" Tammy practically bounced with excitement as she moved to stand beside Jack. "What should I do?"
"Hold her legs apart," Jack instructed, his tone casual as if he were asking her to pass the salt at dinner.
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her sister's small hands grip her ankles, pulling her legs high and apart. The position left her completely exposed, and a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her. How many times had she watched Tammy getting humiliated, but never diapered.
"Please, Jack, not this," Jessica whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart, as her panties were taken off her. The cool air of the bedroom raised goosebumps across her exposed skin as she lay helpless, her sister's grip on her ankles surprisingly strong.
Jack knelt beside the bed, the diaper rustling in his hands. "Lift your hips," he commanded.
Jessica hesitated, her body rigid with resistance. Jack's expression darkened, and she quickly complied, raising her hips just enough for him to slide the thick padding beneath her. The material felt alien against her skin—crinkly and stiff and unmistakably infantile. The cartoon characters printed across the front seemed to mock her.
"Perfect," Jack murmured, pulling the front panel up between her legs. His fingers brushed against her skin as he secured the adhesive tabs at her hips, each touch making her flinch. The diaper hugged her body snugly, the bulky padding forcing her thighs slightly apart.
Tammy released Jessica's ankles and stepped back to admire the scene, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "It suits you," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "The baby of the family."
Jessica couldn't bring herself to look down at her body, at the humiliating garment now secured around her waist. The diaper's bulk between her legs felt alien and wrong, a constant reminder of her complete powerlessness. Her cheeks burned so hot that she was sure they must be glowing. She wanted to curl into herself and disappear, but the diaper's bulky presence made even that small comfort impossible.
Jessica was jealous that Tammy was fully clothed. The sight of her sister standing there in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt while she lay exposed in nothing but a humiliating diaper made bile rise in her throat. Just hours ago, their positions had been reversed—Tammy nearly naked while she lounged in her favorite shorts and tank top, comfortable and in control.
"Can I... can I at least have a shirt?" Jessica asked, her voice small and broken. The words felt pathetic even as they left her lips.
Jack tilted his head, considering her request with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm, what do you think, Tammy? Has your sister earned the right to wear a shirt?"
Tammy crossed her arms over her fully clothed chest, her eyes narrowing as she studied Jessica's vulnerable form. The cotton fabric of her t-shirt looked impossibly soft and inviting to Jessica, who couldn't stop staring at it with naked envy.
"No," Tammy said finally, her voice firm with newfound authority. "I think the baby should stay in just her diaper. That's what babies wear, right?"
Jessica's face crumpled. The diaper crinkled loudly as she shifted on the bed, the sound an audible reminder of her humiliation. Every movement sent a fresh wave of Jack considered Jessica's plea, his expression softening slightly. "Well... I suppose we could let you have a shirt." He turned to Tammy with a calculated smile. "Why don't you go find something appropriate for your sister to wear?"
Tammy's eyes lit up with mischievous delight. "Really? I get to pick?" She bounced on her toes, already backing toward the door.
"Something suitable for her current... situation," Jack added with a meaningful glance at Jessica's diapered form.
Jessica's momentary relief evaporated as she watched Tammy dash from the room, the younger girl's eager footsteps pounding down the hallway. Whatever Tammy returned with would only add to her humiliation, she was certain of it.
The minutes stretched like hours as Jessica lay on the bed, painfully aware of the diaper's bulk between her legs and the way it crinkled with each tiny movement. Jack lounged against her desk, scrolling through his phone with casual indifference to her distress.
When Tammy finally returned, she was clutching a bundle of fabric to her chest, her face flushed with excitement. "Found it!" she announced triumphantly.
Jessica's stomach dropped as Tammy unfurled her selection – a bright pink t-shirt emblazoned with a glittery rainbow unicorn. The childish cartoon character had enormous eyes and the words "Magical Princess" written in sparkly purple letters beneath it. “That’s the shirt I gifted you for your last birthday! It will never fit me.”
"That's the idea," Tammy said, her grin widening. "You get to wear my little kid shirt. It'll be way too small for you."
Jessica felt her throat constrict. The shirt wasn't just childish—it was at least two sizes too small for her. She looked desperately at Jack, hoping for some intervention, but he only nodded his approval.
"Perfect choice, Tammy. Let's get our baby dressed."
Jessica flinched as Jack approached with the shirt. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but the memory of those photos on his phone kept her compliant. Reluctantly, she raised her arms, allowing him to pull the tight fabric over her head.
The shirt clung to her like a second skin, the stretchy material barely covering her midriff. The bottom hem ended well above her navel, leaving her diaper fully visible. The sleeves bit into her arms, and the neckline was so tight it made her feel like she was being choked.
"Stand up," Jack ordered. "Let's see the full effect."
Jessica slid off the bed, the diaper crinkling loudly with every movement. She stood awkwardly, her legs slightly apart due to the bulky padding between them. The combination of the too-small childish shirt and the thick diaper made her look like an overgrown toddler.
"Oh my god," Tammy breathed, her eyes wide with delight. "You look ridiculous!” The shirt strained across Jessica's chest, the thin fabric pulled taut against her breasts. The cartoon unicorn's face stretched and distorted across her curves, making the childish design even more ridiculous. She could feel the outline of her nipples pressing visibly against the fabric, adding another layer of mortification to her already overwhelming humiliation.
"Look at you," Tammy giggled, pointing at Jessica's chest. "You're stretching poor Princess Sparkles all out of shape!"
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself, but Jack immediately stepped forward and pulled them away.
"No, no, no," he scolded, his voice mockingly gentle. "Little girls don't hide their cute shirts. Don't you want everyone to see your pretty unicorn?"
Jessica's face burned as hot as a furnace. She stared at the floor, unable to meet either of their eyes as tears threatened to spill over. The shirt was so tight she could barely breathe, each shallow breath making the fabric strain even more against her chest.
"Perfect," Jack said, raising his phone. "Now let's get a few pictures of our little baby girl."
Jessica's heart sank even further. Of course there would be more pictures. The flash blinded her as Jack captured her humiliation from every angle.
"Smile for the camera, baby Jess," Tammy taunted, reaching over to tug the shirt even higher up Jessica's midriff. "Show off your pretty diaper!"
The diaper crinkled loudly as Jessica shifted her weight, each movement producing that telltale sound that made her want to disappear through the floor. Jack circled her, snapping photo after photo.
"Put your thumb in your mouth," Jack instructed, his camera trained on her face.
"No way," Jessica whispered, shaking her head.
Jack lowered the phone slightly. "Would you rather I send these pictures to everyone at school? Your choice."
With trembling fingers, Jessica raised her hand to her mouth and reluctantly pushed her thumb between her lips. The childish pose was the final indignity. She heard the camera click again and again as tears welled in her eyes.
"I think our baby girl needs a snack," Jack announced once he'd taken enough pictures. "Come along, baby Jessica."
When Jessica didn't move immediately, Jack reached out and took her hand in his, as if she were a small child needing guidance. His fingers closed around hers with uncomfortable firmness, and he began leading her toward the kitchen.
Each step was a new humiliation. The diaper rustled loudly between her legs, forcing her to waddle rather than walk normally.
"Aww, look at baby Jessica in her little unicorn shirt," Tammy cooed, skipping alongside them in her comfortable jeans and t-shirt. "Is the diaper comfy, sis? Does it feel nice and snug around your big girl bottom?"
Jessica clenched her jaw so hard her teeth hurt. The contrast between them couldn't have been more stark—Tammy fully dressed in normal clothes while she shuffled along in nothing but a too-tight children's shirt and a bulky diaper. The injustice of it made her throat tight with unshed tears.
"I bet you wish you had your jeans back now, huh?" Tammy taunted, twirling in front of Jessica to show off her outfit. "Remember yesterday when you made me stand in the corner in just my underwear while you sat on the couch in your favorite outfit? How does it feel to be on the other side?"
"Shut up," Jessica muttered, her voice barely audible.
Tammy gasped dramatically. "Jack! The baby said a bad word!"
Jack turned, his expression mock-serious. "We don't tolerate that kind of language from little girls, Jessica. One more outburst and you'll be spending time in the corner wearing just your diaper."
The sound of a key turning in the front door made all three of them freeze. Jessica's heart stopped, then began hammering so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. The door swung open before any of them could move.
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I usually take a few minutes to do a general check and some formatting correction before posting the story, now it's online.
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I already wrote who is at the door and what happens, but I'm curious, what do you think would happen? What will be Jack and Jessica's end?
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I just need to be patient.
Who is behind the door? Mrs. Hunter is the most likely candidate. I'm in suspense. What if Mrs. Hunter has had nanny cams the entire time and approves of what Jack's built?
Who is behind the door? Mrs. Hunter is the most likely candidate. I'm in suspense. What if Mrs. Hunter has had nanny cams the entire time and approves of what Jack's built?
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Maybe a small addition about his reaction to actually seeing her pussy when he removes the panties to diaper her would improve it.
Other than that fun premise, the diaper didn't feel excessively fetish-istic which can be a major turn-off
Other than that fun premise, the diaper didn't feel excessively fetish-istic which can be a major turn-off
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What a delightful situation Jessica has found herself in. I do so love Tammy's dynamic with her, too.
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Great story. Jack's really good at being a bad babysitter, hehe.
My guess would be it's the girls mum... And how I'd resolve this if I were writing it is that the girls' mum will be happy with how tidy/clean the house is, glad that Jessica has been knocked down a peg, and will only approve of Jack's approach. I mean, hard to argue with his methods with such results, right?
My guess would be it's the girls mum... And how I'd resolve this if I were writing it is that the girls' mum will be happy with how tidy/clean the house is, glad that Jessica has been knocked down a peg, and will only approve of Jack's approach. I mean, hard to argue with his methods with such results, right?
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