Chapter 18

Rhonda had grabbed a struggling Cassidy by her wrist. Cassidy was decently strong, strong for a child Rhonda thought, but not strong enough for Rhonda who was experienced in handling the most rambunctious of Biscotti children. Why anyone would leave a child like this alone was a mystery to Rhonda Rhonda.

“You need to settle down and behave,” Rhonda said through gritted teeth.

“And you need to listen to what I’m saying,” Cassidy spat back.

“I have been listening to what you are saying,” Rhonda said having finally dragged Cassidy over to the couch. “I know you think you’re a big girl who can stay by herself,” Rhonda forced Cassidy over her knee and lifted the night shirt she was wearing up getting full view of her diaper. “And clearly you are not.” Rhonda said squishing the wet diaper against Cassidy’s bottom.

“Hey that’s not …” Cassidy tried to explain the very childish undergarment around her waist as she squirmed. She could not come up with a good enough excuse for what she was wearing and she didn’t have a lot of time to as a swat from Rhonda landed squarely on her bottom. “Oh you are not spanking me right now,” Cassidy cried in frustration.

“I am,” Rhonda said rhythmically smacking Cassidy’s diaper. “And I’m going to keep spanking you until you behave.” Rhonda had dealt with kids like Cassidy before. Kids that constantly tried to fight back against authority, Rhonda had to show kids like this immediately that she would not budge.

Cassidy squirmed and thrashed trying her best to break free from her captor, but Rhonda’s grip was strong especially in Cassidy’s compromised position. Cassidy sighed seeing her efforts were futile. At least her diaper was absorbing most of the spanking for her. The ordeal wasn’t painful just humiliating.

“Stop stop I promise you I’m not a baby,” Cassidy had stopped squirming and was trying to explain in the most calm way she could.

“If you were a big girl you’d know to listen to your baby sitter. When you’re ready to be a big girl you can start counting your spankings, it’s not gonna stop until you count to ten.”

“I am not gonna do that,” Cassidy spat back.

“We’ll see,” Rhonda said knowingly. She upped her game by yanking down Cassidy’s diaper exposing her bare bottom, and continued the spanking her on her bare ass.

“Ow ow what are Ow,” Cassidy’s struggling renewed as, without the diaper to cushion the blow, the spanking was now actually starting to hurt.

“This doesn’t stop until you start counting,” Rhonda reminded while her spanking rhythm remained constant. Cassidy blushed and groaned. This was extra humiliating, but Cassidy didn’t have much of a choice. The spankings were hurting more and more as Rhonda continued, meaning the longer Cassidy fought herself over this the more pain she was in. With a reluctant groan Cassidy began counting.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five,” Cassidy counted.

“There’s a good girl. Was that so hard?” Rhonda continued until Cassidy counted to ten then paused. “Now do you know why you’re getting spanked?”

“No?” Cassidy more asked than stated. This answer earned her another spank.

“Keep counting,” Rhonda reminded.

“Eleven,” Cassidy gritted out.

“You’re being spanked because you aren’t listening to your baby sitter,” Rhonda stated with another smack.

“Twelve,” Cassidy counted.

“Now why are you being spanked?”

“Please you’re just not listening to me,” Cassidy got another smack. “Thirteen,” Cassidy counted defeated.

“Why are you being spanked?” Rhonda asked more forcefully.

“Because I didn’t listen to my baby sitter,” Cassidy said with a combination of frustrated shame and that familiar fluttery feeling in her tummy in her voice.

“Good girl” Rhonda rubbed Cassidy’s red bottom gingerly. Now that she had Cassidy under control she would have to work on that other issue Cassidy had. It was one not that uncommon to Biscotti children, and it seems the same was true of Miqo children. This idea that they think they don’t need diapers or to be looked after, usually after contact with humans or knowledge that humans grow up at much younger ages. This thought was often the source of many a problem child, and Rhonda knew just how to correct this. Reminding that their situation could always be worse usually did the trick.

Rhonda wasn’t as much of an expert on Miqo children, but she guessed that Cassidy had probably outgrown a lot of the more infantile things by now, but in order to drive the point home she was going to find herself put right back in those infantile things.

“Now then,” Rhonda was still rubbing Cassidy’s bottom. “Are you gonna be a good baby?”

“I’ll be good,” Cassidy said in a submissive tone.

“A good what?” Rhonda said delivering another smack.

“Fourteen,” Cassidy obediently counted. “I’m not a baby I’m …” Cassidy received another smack. “Fifteen,” Cassidy said through tears. “Fine I’ll be a good baby,” Cassidy said defeated. Cassidy resigned herself to her fate. There was no escaping her new baby sitter, she would have to capitulate.

“Good girl,” Rhonda loosed her grip on Cassidy and flipped her over while still keeping her in her lap. Cassidy looked at Rhonda in defeat. “Well I don’t think you’re dressed very much like a baby do you?” Cassidy looked at her baby sitter with teary eyes.

“N-no ma’am,” Cassidy sputtered. Rhonda smiled. Maybe she went a little too hard with this one, but the results spoke for themselves. The once rowdy Cassidy was now a well behaved child, and with some time, this silly notion of her being a big girl would be gone too.

“Well let’s get over to the nursery to get you some proper baby clothes then.”

The Callgahorn house, like many Biscotti houses, had a room that was a dedicated nursery. It was much more economical to keep a room dedicated to this task rather than frequently remodel and move furniture around the various family rooms. The Callgahorn nursery, like many others, was a a room on the same level as the family rooms and thus took up similar space to the room Brita, Allyson, and Cassidy were sharing. In there were three cribs, a large play pen with toys and equipment, and a small kitchenette with a high chair. Aside from sleeping, most parents preferred to spend time caring for their child in their own family rooms, but in the event that they couldn't they could handle most things in this room. For Rhonda this meant that she had everything she needed to discipline this bratty child. And it was lucky for her that at the moment the Callgahorn’s did not currently have any children in the early infancies that would need to use the nursery.

The walk from Brita's family room to the nursery was a short one, so it was easy for Rhonda to usher the Miqo into the nursery. As they climbed up into the room and Rhonda shut the hatch behind her Cassidy gulped. She had a good idea where this was going and she didn’t like it.

Half of this nursery was taken up by the three cribs and a changing table, all spaced evenly about their half of the room. The other half was again divided in half between a large play area surrounded in by a high gate, and the tiny kitchenette with a high chair on standby.

“Up you go,” Rhonda sang as she more forced than helped Cassidy onto the changing table. “I think this soggy baby needs their diaper changed into a brand new baby diaper,” Rhonda was emphasizing the word baby as she spoke, rubbing in the fact that that’s how she was treating Cassidy.

“I’m not …” Cassidy didn’t even finish her protest before a pacifier was shoved in her mouth. Her arms were secured by straps located above her head and another strap was run across her chest. Rhonda was going to use every restraint the nursery offered her. Not only because ten minutes ago Cassidy was still fighting her, but also because the more helpless Cassidy was the more the lesson would sink in. What she didn’t know is that all this wasn’t having exactly the effect she intended on Cassidy.

Conflicted was one word to describe Cassidy’s feelings. Though she was definitely leaning on the side of this being a negative. Despite that though, she couldn’t deny that this scenario was one that had crossed her mind. The difference was that Rhonda was replaced with her girlfriend Callie. In fact, she was almost angry at the fact that this happening now might dissuade Callie from doing something similar in the future. It didn’t help that she was so submissive. She cursed herself for giving in so easily. If she were being less hard on herself she might give herself some credit. Rhonda was basically forcing the matter and Cassidy had spent most of the week being treated like a child. Cassidy briefly attempt a struggle but the bonds on her hands and across her chest held fast.

“Don’t be fussy sweetie,” Rhonda cooed as she unfolded a diaper she found in the changing table. Cassidy was on the bigger side of occupants to a nursery like this, but they seemed to have stocked some things in her size just in case some children were late bloomers. In this case the thing in her size was probably one of the most childish diapers she had worn so far. It had a cartoonish liger on the landing zone sporting a goofy grin. The rest of it was lightly decorated, the only prominent feature was a single yellow wetness indicator that went across the whole diaper. The back of the diaper had “grr” written in cartoonish letters above the tail hole.

Cassidy grimaced behind her pacifier, but really this wasn’t all the bad compared to the other outfits she’s worn this week. With practiced precision Rhonda taped the diaper onto Cassidy snuggly. Cassidy was compliant but pouty about the whole thing. She wiggled against her restraints more to signal that she wanted out than to actually attempt escape.

“Hold on dear I’m not letting you out just yet.” Rhonda returned after only a moment with some thick cloth mittens. This was a pretty common accessory for young beastkin that developed claws while they were young. Growing claws was caused by an old outdated gene. Most modern beastkin evolved past claws and even the young ones that did grow them lost them before they were the age Rhonda thought Cassidy was. Still growing claws in infancy was common enough that thick mittens meant to keep them from scratching themselves was a common accessory for nurseries. It also had the secondary effect of making ones hands totally useless, which is why Rhonda was using them on Cassidy. With some work with a little twine the mittens were reasonably secure on Cassidy. She wouldn’t be able to take them off at least while Rhonda was watching her, and she would not be taking her eyes off of Cassidy.

With her hands secured Rhonda finally released Cassidy from her bounds and she rose up on the changing table with a pout, but with her pacifier still in her mouth. Cassidy maintained her pouty attitude as her night shirt was halplessly thrown off of her body by Rhonda, Cassidy clutched her chest covering her boobs.

“Babies don’t really care about being nakie sweetie, and it makes checking you baby diapers easier,” Rhonda explained as she perused through some of the drawers that were underneath the cribs in the rooms. “Lucky for you your favorite baby sitter Miss Rhonda doesn’t want you to catch a cold.” Rhonda found what she was looking for, a onesie that was in Cassidy’s size, or close enough to it to work. It was a pretty simple one, just pink with some white polka dots. Rhonda would have preferred a more babyish print, but she was working with what she had. Cassidy didn’t go out of her way to help Rhonda slide the onesie over her head, but she also didn’t stop her either. The onesie was slid over her head, and Rhonda laid Cassidy back down briefly to snap it shut.

Cassidy stood up only to be met with another surprise. A bonnet was quickly fastened to her head, one matching the slightly pinkish white of her mittens, and she found her feet were being stuffed into a similar looking pair of booties. It felt like Cassidy had this thought several times this week but once again she felt like an absolute infant. The bonnet, mittens, and booties seemed to be bringing it over the edge for her this time. Something she would have to note for later when Callie got here. If this experience didn’t purge her of these desires anyway. Maybe it would, that might be more convenient Cassidy thought.

“All right over to the play pen,” Rhonda said helping Cassidy down. Cassidy only had a moment to experience how weird it was to walk in booties before she was chastised by Rhonda. “Uh uh uh,” Rhonda wagged her finger. “Do babies walk?”

“Seriously?” Cassidy protested.

“Do we need to take another trip over my knee?”

“No,” Cassidy sighed in resignment and got on all fours. Thankfully the floor in the nursery was pretty plush and soft because children would be crawling around on it all day. Cassidy started to crawl off but was stopped.

“You’re not getting off that easily,” Rhonda but her foot on Cassidy’s diapered butt to stop her. “What are you?” The fluttery feeling in Cassidy’s tummy returned as she easily submitted.

“I’m a baby,” she answered plainly.

“And what do babies do?”

“Babies crawl.”

“And are you gonna be a good baby.”

“Yes?”

“Yes what?” Rhonda sang.

“Yes I’ll be a good baby.”

“We’ll see,” Rhonda took her foot off of Cassidy. She followed Cassidy to the play pen and made a point of locking her in once she was inside. “Right you play with all of your baby toys while I get you num nums ready.” Cassidy sat and pouted. Given the room they were in, Cassidy had a good guess what her num nums were going to be, and it wouldn’t take Rhonda long to get that prepared so Cassidy didn’t feel like getting engaged into any play. She didn’t want to give Rhonda the satisfaction anyway.