Hmmmph… mmm? MMMMPPHH!” She made more noise and wiggled around. Her eyes opened, and then her body completely tensed up and her head was lifted up. She was awake. She pulled hard against the bonds with great strength and was going to yell into her gag. She was trying to lift her head by pulling on her wrist bonds. They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"?

My mother stripped me down to my underwear to sleep in. Grumbling about it, I began to climb into the crib. Just as I got in, my mother said, "Hold on just a minute." Sure… lot’s of fun! Nothing like waking up bound and gagged. I thought you said earlier you wanted to repay me?” I finally was able to go to bed. I climbed into the crib, and my mother put the side up. I tossed and turned for awhile, aware of the diapers and wondering why they felt so good to me. Mrs. Fairchild began to tsk-tsk. I could feel my pen-s, still tightly caught in the vise of her thighs, shriveling. “Now look what my naughty girl has done. We'll have to do something about this, won't we Princess?” I could only shudder, imagining what lay ahead. Please no!” I began to wail. She just crooked her finger again. Shaking like a leaf, I approached her, and she presented the hairbrush.Not another word out of you sweetlips!! su-k your lolly and not a peep!” The woman who was working on me, who was named Sandra, started giggling. She proceeded to give me a full body wax. I did not have very much hair on my body to begin with, what little there was was very thin and wispy, but when Sandra was finished there was not a single hair anywhere below my eyebrows. It was a long laborious process, and when she was finally finished, Sandra rubbed soothing aloe lotion on every inch of by now baby-soft skin. That's too early! At home I get to stay up until midnight!" "This isn't home with your parents. You will abide by my rules now." "And if I don't?" Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone Well I did, you didn’t have to finish cooking. I gave you a little break from all that working over the stove. I gave you, let’s see, 40 minutes now to rest!”

With that the Landlady rose to her feet, towering over me in her gleaming white high-heeled boots, grasping my hand in an iron-grip and pulling me down the hallway. My heart was beating a mile a minute. For all the humiliation I had endured over the past several days, I was terrified of what Mrs. Fairchild's friends would do when they saw me in my hideous baby girl finery.She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still loved him though, I could tell.