The Babysitter
Part Three

Days had gone by, and Kerry had somehow lost track of them.  

At first, acquiescence to Gretchen had been very difficult: after all, this
was something that turned their relationship 180 degrees.  Kerry, the mother,
had now become the daughter--even more, she had become one of Gretchen's
babies, someone the German girl had been hired to watch and take care of.  

In the morning, after Jim had left for work and Gretchen had Lisa in front of
Sesame Street, she would bring Carly up to Kerry's room.  While Carly played
on the floor with some toys, Gretchen busied herself with her new charge.
 Kerry was usually already dressed for work by this time, but was under
strict orders not to change her own diapers, so the bulky plastic was usually
soaked beneath her skirt.  Gretchen would order her onto the bed, slip down
her stockings (the new ones she had had to purchase that first day, the ones
with extra room in the waist), and slide the wet diaper off, unfastening the
tapes slowly, one at a time.  

After a fresh diaper had been laid beneath Kerry's humiliatingly naked
bottom, out would come the wipes and the baby powder.  Gretchen meticulously
cleaned all of her babies; no one in her care would get diaper rash.  With
Kerry, it seemed that she lingered a bit long as she wiped the moist
towelette along the opening of the vagina, making sure, as she said, that it
was really clean.  Then the sprinkling of the powder: that fresh, soft, baby
smell enveloping Kerry, and Gretchen pulled the diaper tight around her and
fastened the tapes.  After the babysitter pulled Kerry's stockings back up,
her employer was allowed to slide off of the bed.  And always, as she
crinkled past Gretchen, the German girl woud give her a gentle pat on the
behind, a reminder (as if she needed one) of her condition.

Lunch times were about the same, except that, since the girls were both
napping, Gretchen insisted on changing Kerry in the living room, right on the
carpet.  It did not take Kerry long to realize that she could do nothing
about this: whatever Gretchen wanted, she had to give it to.
 Otherwise...well, "otherwise" was too much even to contemplate.  

In the evening, she hurried home instead of lingering at the office, forced
both by her inevitably wet condition and the thought of Jim finding out to
beat him home so that she could be changed before dinner.  So far, Jim had
not suspected.  When he had been interested in sex, she had gone into the
bathroom first, pleading that she had to use it, and removed her diaper to
make love.  Somehow the very fact that her secret was now so much larger
excited her, made the lovemaking that much more powerful.  When she was
through, after he had (as he inevitably did) fallen asleep, she went back
into the bathroom and replaced her diaper.  

The only real problem she had faced in these first days was having to mess
her diaper.  This was new to Kerry, who had not ever engaged in that kind of
thing before.  But Gretchen had insisted after the first couple of days.  At
lunch on the third day, as she changed her new baby's diaper, she asked
whether Kerry had been constipated lately.

"No," she had replied.  Then, cautiously, "Why do you ask?"

Gretchen continued cleaning her bottom with the wipe, and reached for the
powder.  Without looking upo, she said, "Because you have not needed to be
changed from a poopy diaper all week."

Kerry was stunned.  "But I don't do that," she stammered.  "I never have."

This time, as she fastened the first of the tapes, Gretchen did look up.
 "Yes, you do, Kerry," she said.  "I told you that you were one of my babies,
and that I was to be responsible for all of your toilet needs.  Unless you
wish to terminate this arrangement, in which case our secrecy agreement is
off, you are to do everything you need to do in your diapers."

Kerry lay on the thick carpet as Gretchen pulled her stockings over her
diaper.  "But..."

"There are no buts, Kerry.  Do we still have an arrangement or don't we?"

A small tear rolled down Kerry's cheek as she realized how much in thrall she
was to this teenager.  She gently nodded her head.

"Good," Gretchen responded.  "Now if you need to come home more often to be
changed, I will certainly understand.  I wouldn't want your little butt to
get raw."

So they had begun a new routine.  If Kerry needed to mess herself, she would
call home and tell Gretchen she was on her way.  The actual evacuating took
place in the car--she refused to do it at work or to allow Gretchen the
pleasure of seeing her do it at home.  The first time, Kerry had to struggle
to move her bowels; she had not done so anywhere except on a toilet since
early childhood.  After that, though, she discovered that if she waited long
enough to call home, she could move them easily while watiting for a traffic
light.  The smell was powerful--the diapers held some of it in, but it was
clear whenever she shifted--and, when she was changed, it took Gretchen many
wipes to get her clean, but the babysitter didn't seem to mind, and Kerry was
soon on her way back to work with a clean, fresh diaper.

So far no one had noticed anything.

to be continued...