Linda flattened out the apron of her maid dress and stared once again at her list of things to do, making sure they were all checked off. Her master had left instructions for her a few days ago. He was out of town, as he usually was, but he was having the relative of a business partner stay at his summer home for a few days on vacation. Her master left Linda instructions to have the house prepared for this person’s arrival and to give her the customary nurse maid service. Her master didn’t get any more specific than that and he didn’t need to. Linda prided herself on how well she could do her job, how she could extrapolate from simple instructions and not bother her master with the details.

As she looked over it again though, she couldn’t help but feel some doubt. Linda was a nurse maid. She kept her ample bosoms lactating because it helped her with her primary type of service: caring for and nursing children. Her master was pretty clear she was to perform exactly that kind of service for this guest. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she asked for the measurements of her charge, well they were off.

Linda was used to caring for older children as well as the babies one would expect. After all she was employed by the affluent and the affluent had a tendency to spoil and baby their children long beyond what the average person would consider appropriate. These measurements, however, were for a full-grown adult. In no way could these be for a child. Linda even did her own research on her coming charge, Harriot. True to Linda's suspicions Harriot was, by all appearances, a strong, independent, up and coming, lawyer. Working closely with one of her master’s business associates.

As Linda looked over the furniture she had to ordered to accommodate her very large, very old charge, she had a pang of doubt in her stomach. Her master made it clear that money was no object, and indeed he had money to burn. The several thousand dollars Linda had spent on specialty made adult sized baby furniture wouldn’t even be noticed by his accountants. Linda wondered if her employer really understood though. He was insistent that the coming visitor was still in diapers, which meant they had to be taken care of by Linda like all visitors still in diapers.

Linda’s thoughts were conflicting. She knew her master could be dismissive of the details, though she would never say that to him directly. Despite this dismissiveness he insisted that Harriot should receive the full nurse maid treatment. Another thing Linda knew about her master is that he did not like to have his orders questioned. She asked for clarification for these orders once, he clarified and made it clear he would not be clarifying again. Really the matter was made up because of that. Linda was a professional, and she was paid to carry out her master’s instructions. Even if it was very likely that her master was making a mistake, it wouldn’t matter. It was her job to nurse the coming guest like she would a child, and she would, if only to keep the pride of her profession. It didn’t matter if it was all a mistake and Harriot might be getting more than she bargained for with this visit, Linda would carry out her master’s order.

She folded her list neatly away in a pocket of her dress. She thought to herself that there was a small chance this is actually what Harriot wanted. After all someone had to be requesting all of this adult sized baby furniture Linda had ordered, and Linda wasn’t a stranger to that particular kind of care in a past life. She had been lactating a while and that had its advantages. Regardless of if this happy wish was the case or not, Linda had just as much experience taking care of adult charges.

Linda was broken from her musings by the sound of the front door opening. She quickly glanced at her watch and was amazed at how quickly time had passed with her musings. Her new charge was only a few minutes late, and it seemed she was letting herself in.

“Harriot, I presume,” Linda said politely greeting the woman in the living room.

“Oh gosh!” Harriot jumped dropping the rolling suit case she had onto the group and causing a large duffle bag on top of it to fall to the ground and spill its contents: an open package of adult diapers, and changing supplies. The bright blush on Harriot’s face and her quick pace at picking things up confirmed that those adult diapers were for her. Linda’s master was right on one point at least, Harriot was still in diapers, though Linda doubted it was for the reason her master thought.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” Linda moved to help pick up the things but Harriot stopped her, still blushing.

“I thought I would have the place to myself,” Harriot said composing herself.

“It would be inhospitable of my master to not send a maid to care for his guest. Particularly guests with special needs,” Linda gestured to the duffle bag, which now more obviously held diapers since Harriot didn’t put it all back as well in her rush. Harriot blushed at the mention of the diaper bag and the fact that it was a diaper bag. She scoffed a little.

“I’m incontinent and yes that means I wear … protection, but that doesn’t mean I need a maid to change my … protection. I can handle it on my own just fine,” Harriot said with a mix of embarrassment and righteous indignation. Linda calmly stood up straight in response. Judging by Harriot’s response the situation was pretty clear to her. Her master had found out somehow that Harriot was incontinent, and didn’t look into the matter or even understand it really. He just heard a guest was coming that needed diapers so he prepared the nurse maid because the nurse maid took care of guests in diapers. Linda sighed internally. The fact that Harriot would no doubt protest at the treatment she was about to receive would only make her job harder, but Linda would do it anyway.

“I see little Harriot, I think the situation has been made quite clear to me,” Linda said politely.

“Little …” Harriot commented quickly but Linda ignored her and continued.

“I think my master has made a mistake here. Unfortunately, it is not my duty as a maid to question my masters’ orders; it is my duty to carry them out.”

“Well, I don’t have to put up with this, I can go somewhere else.”

“I cannot let a child in my care leave on her own little Harriot. I insist that you remain here.”

“I'm not a child and you can’t make me stay.”

“I have every ability to contain and discipline an unruly child, even one of your size.” There was a moment as Harriot and Linda stared at each other. “I have my orders and I will follow them, don’t make this difficult.” At the end of that sentence Harriot confidently and smugly started to walk away.

She didn’t make it far before Linda confidently, and deftly grabbed her by the ear. Harriot screamed in protest as she was dragged across the living room by her ear. Maybe it was because she was on the small side and Linda certainly wasn’t, or maybe because her stiff business suit and heels didn’t give her a lot of purchase on the floor, but Linda absolutely manhandled her. Before long the two found themselves in a large nursey, filled with all the adult sized baby furniture Linda had meticulously ordered.

“A lot of older children put up a fuss when they’re put under the care of a nurse mid,” Linda explained as she dragged Harriot over to a rocking chair. “They are embarrassed because they think they are too old to be cared for. These children need a reminder of their place.” Harriot struggled in vain As Linda brought Harriot over her lap and in a swift motion brought down her skirt, revealing the diaper hidden underneath. “It’s a good thing this diaper is soaked dear, this is not an appropriate diaper for my charges.” Linda just deftly slid the diaper down leaving Harriot flailing in Linda’s lap with her bare bottom fully exposed.

“What is happening?”

“I told you. I’m reminding you over your place,” Linda said flatly. She grabbed a wooden paddle that rested in a pocket of the large chair and without any hesitation started paddling Harriot’s bottom.

“Ow ow ow stop it! This is ridiculous! I said stop!” Harriot whined and cried as she was paddled over and over.

“This is only going to stop when you tell my you’re ready to be a good little girl,” Linda aid while continuing to smack Harriot’s behind mercilessly. “Those words exactly to. Say ‘I’m ready to be a good little girl’ and we can stop and get you properly dressed” Linda never relented her paddling as she said this. So much that Harriot barely heard her over her own yelps of pain, but she got the idea.

Linda knew that there would come a point in this when the pain and humiliation of the paddling would win out and then she could really begin. For Harriot that would be a little while it seemed. When she did get there there would be no mistaking it. There was a special kind of control someone gives when they willingly submit to you, even when it was coerced. Linda knew the feeling well as she submitted herself to her master, coerced by money. Harriot would know it soon, coerced by the humiliating and painful experience she was having now. At the end of it though, she would be putty in Linda’s hands. Any resistance would be shot down immediately by reminding her of this moment, and how she submitted herself to Linda. Once they got there Linda could do her job, and Harriot might even enjoy the experience.

“I’ll be a good little girl!” Harriot suddenly cried out after a few minutes of sobbing. Despite what she said Linda didn’t relent. The moment really had to be total and absolute.

“Say it again!” Linda continued paddling. “And again and again until you mean it.”

“I’ll be a good little girl! I’ll be a good little girl! Ah good girl! good girl!” Harriot eventually devolved into babbling and there Linda finally stopped.

“Keep saying it!” she commanded putting the paddle away.

“I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll a good girl,” Harriot repeated as Linda started gently rubbing Harriot’s red bottom as her sobs died down.

“You are a good girl Harriot. Good job,” Linda said sweetly. “So, let’s get you out of these clothes and into something cuter huh?”

“But I …” Harriot started.

“Uh uh,” Linda silenced her quickly. “Do we need another trip over the knee or will you be a good girl?” There was a silence from Harriot and she looked at the ground. “Say the words.” Linda prodded.

“I’ll be a good girl,” Harriot answered quickly.

“There we go.” Linda silenced all further comments from Harriot by sticking a large pacifier in her mouth. Harriot knew without being told that she shouldn’t spit the soother out and so suckled it expectantly. “Well first things first, someone needs a new diaper.” Linda’s happy mood was in stark contrast to her brutal paddling only a few moments ago.

Linda gently led Harriot by the hand over to the large, open crib, where she was laid down on the soft bedding. Harriot whimpered as her clothes were removed and tossed aside. She tried to cover herself with her hands but Linda was quick.

“Nuh uh my wiggly little girl. I need you out of the way while we get your diaper changed.” Quickly and gently Linda placed Harriot’s wrists into two leather restraints attached to the bars at the head of the crib, keeping her hands forced out of the way. Harriot whimpered, bound by both the restraint and the fear of what Linda might do if she protested too much.

“There. Now this is appropriate for a baby,” Linda smiled revealing a childishly printed, but adult sized diaper. Harriot groaned. She actually knew the brand of diaper she was being put into. Part of her acknowledged that they were miles better than the ones she normally wore, but she could never get over the print. Even if her plain pink diapers weren’t exactly sexy, they at least weren’t this. Harriot just had to bear it as the humiliating diaper was taped onto her securely. Linda wasn’t done there though. Harriot did her best to complain through the pacifier that she dared not spit out as Linda added layers on top of the already thick diaper. A cloth diaper cover and a pair of plastic pants was layered over the diaper.

“There we go. That should keep you dry you little soaker,” Linda happily tickled Harriot at her side. Harriot involuntarily giggled at it.

With the monstrously thick diaper secured, Harriot was released from her restrains and the crib. The thickness of the diaper made walking a difficult task. Though Harriot could still manage it, she did so with a distinct toddler-like waddle. The lack of mobility made it all the easier for Linda to have her way with her.

Next, she was attacked with some clothes. Linda swiftly and expertly forced a nightgown over her. A satin white nightgown that only covered to Harriot’s belly button, leaving the ridiculous diaper on full display. Next her hands were shoved into matching whit mittens, making them completely useless. Then a bonnet, and finally her pacifier was clipped to the collar of her nightgown. Linda was fast and effective.

“There now that is proper attire for a little lady,” Linda swatted at Harriot’s bottom. Thanks to the paddling she had received Harriot flinched at first but the insanely thick padding muffled the blow. “I think you’ve had quite the long day, not to mention you’ve been very naughty. So, we’re going to get you fed and then straight to bed.” Despite the circumstances Harriot’s face lit up at the prospect of food.

“Wh-What do you have to eat,” Harriot let the pacifier fall out of her mouth and get caught by the clip. Linda shot her a look, like she might have said something about the “little girl” talking, but she seemed to be ok with it.

“Oh, nothing to eat little baby, though if you’re still hungry when you’re done feeding I can get you a bottle though.”

“But if I’m not eating …” Harriot started to ask as she was led back to the chair she was paddled in. She was situated once again in Linda’s lap, but in a different position. Laying face up in her lap instead of face down. Her face was right by Linda’s breast and she soon learned why. Linda was a nurse maid. As such she always wore dresses and bras that gave quick access to her breasts. She opened her dress and her bra as Harriot squirmed in protest.

“No no this is too far!” Harriot batted uselessly with her mittened hands. “I am not ... breast feeding,” Harriot said in horror.

“You most certainly are,” Linda’s stern voice returned. “I’ve explained this to you before, but I will again. I have been ordered to give you my full nurse maid service. I will give you this service whether you like it or not.”

“No no I can’t. Surely there is some actual food here.”

“Oh there is plenty of food for me, and plenty of baby food for you, but that’s for tomorrow. You’re already on the naughty list tonight little lady so you won’t be getting any of that. Do I need to take you over my knee again? I’ll be very cross if you make me take off that diaper I worked so hard to put you in.”

“Nooooo,” Harriot couldn’t help the child like whine.

“Well then you better get to feeding.”

“Nooooo!” Harriot whined again as the exposed nipple moved close to her mouth.

“This is your last chance sweetie. Don’t you remember earlier how you told me you would be a good girl? Do you really want to lie to me?” The threat from Linda was clear there and Harriot sniffled in response. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking about doing this. Linda had gripped her tightly with that paddling though. As the nipple got ever closer Harriot knew that she wouldn’t refuse Linda. She had submitted to her. Harriot closed her eyes and quickly wrapped her mouth around Linda’s nipple.

“There we go good girl,” Linda cooed sweetly. Harriot shuddered as she felt the milk touch her tongue and go down her throat into her stomach. “I’ll let you know when you’re done,” Linda coaxed Harriot’s head back into position as she tried to squirm away. Harriot resigned herself to her fate and just resolved to get the experience over with. She found an effective way to suckle and resolved to drink as much milk as quickly as possible.

“Good job,” Linda said with a smile unlatching Harriot’s head after a few minutes of suckling. Harriot had a look of elation before she found herself being adjusted. “Half way done,” Linda smiled. Harriot groaned as she was latched onto Linda’s other breast. After repeating her earlier feat Harriot was finally done. She unlatched and groaned with and had a surprisingly fully belly. “All done, such a good girl,” Linda cooed. “I bet you’re ready for bed now huh.” Harriot nodded in response. Linda quickly stuck Harriot’s pacifier back in her mouth. Harriot instinctively started suckling.

Linda gingerly led the full Harriot back to the crib letting her lay down inside it.

“Now I do have a lot of ways to keep you from running off in the night,” Linda said with a deceptively nice tone. “But I’d rather you have a cozy night’s sleep,” Linda gently shut the crib and locked it shut. The bars were tall, it would be difficult for Harriot to climb over them, but not impossible. Harriot looked over to the head of the crib, to the cuffs that were used a few moments ago during her diaper change, and down to the foot where there was a matching set of cuffs for her feet. She had no doubt there was even more Linda had to keep her secure in the crib. Things she’d rather not experience.

“Are you going to be a good baby and stay in your crib?” Linda asked.

“I’ll be a good baby,” Harriot said with a blush.

“Uh huh, and if you need to go potty?”

“I’ll … use my diapers.”

“Very good girl,” Linda smiled sweetly and pet Harriot on the head. “Let me go get you a bottle ready in case you want a midnight snack. Sleep tight, and if you’re a good girl tomorrow we can go and play won’t that be fun?” Harriot groaned nervously. “So cute. Night night cutie pie.”

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