AB Sitter (Full Book)

“Tell me again how it isn’t prostitution.” The voice on the phone was more than a little sarcastic. Not that Clarissa had a lot of tones that weren’t sarcastic.

Monserrat glanced in irritation at her phone, hanging on the dash of her car. With an effort she forced her eyes back on the road. “Because, bitch, I’m not having sex with anyone. It’s companionship.”

“Monchi, you think they aren’t expecting it?” Clarissa asked. Notifications flashing on the phone caught the corner of Monserrat’s vision. She rolled her eyes. How many times had she told Lyssa she couldn’t look at memes while driving?

“The client puts up what they’re expecting on the job posting. I don’t pick the ones that are asking for sex.”

“Yeah, you and all the other women on that app. I’m sure dudes learned early not to check that box.”

“I’m not even visiting a guy today. The client is a woman.”

“Uh huh, and I’m sure her boyfriend won’t just ‘happen’ to be there when you show up.”

“If that happens I’ll cancel the job and leave.” Monserrat said, exasperated. “I’m girl bossing this, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m pretty sure that worrying about you is in the best friend job description.” Clarissa said. “Just be careful okay?”

“I am, that’s why we’re talking on the way to the job. You have the address and everything. If I don’t text you in forty five minutes, call the cops.”

“Yeah, I know the plan. The fact that you’re on a job with that kind of plan is what’s making me worry.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s a better way to pay for college than stripping.”

“We should move to Europe so that’s not even a choice we have to make.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that multi-year immigration process. Love you Lyssa. I’m pulling into the driveway now.”

“Love you Monchi. Don’t be late on that text, be safe.”

Monserrat swiped the call closed and let her call roll to a gentle stop in the client’s driveway. The house looked normal enough, painted a sort of algae blue. It was a nice neighborhood too. She sighed and checked the escort app on her phone. EscortQuest made a lot of promises about the amount of money you could make, and how you wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Here’s hoping that’s actually true.” Monserrat said to herself. She checked in on the app and knocked on the door.

There were some odd shuffling sounds before the door was hesitantly opened to reveal a dark skinned woman in a floral top.

“Hi, are you from EscortQuest?”

“That’s me.” Monserrat said, smiling her best customer service smile. “I’m Monserrat. Are you Amira?”

“Yes, I’m Amira. I have my ID here, you need to see it, right?”

“Yes please.” Monserrat checked Amira’s ID, it seemed legit. She showed her own as well. Neither of them were able to legally drink, but Amira was a couple of years older, and doing pretty well to have a house. Or maybe she was just renting it.

“Okay uh, come on in.” Amira stepped back, still shy or hesitant. The fact that she wasn’t straight to business was reassuring. After all, Monserrat still didn’t know exactly what to expect from these escort jobs.

“Thanks.” The house was very clean, with tasteful art up on the walls. It didn’t look like it had been cut into a bunch of tiny rooms for college students. The living room was set up for a kid, with toys and coloring books on a shelf next to the TV.

“Is this a babysitting job?” Monserrat asked in surprise. “There have got to be cheaper babysitting services.”

“Uh, it is.” Amira smiled, blushing cutely. “But I can’t use a regular babysitter. I’m uh, I’m the baby you’re sitting.”

Monserrat blinked and looked Amira over more carefully. She was wearing shortalls that on further examination had been embroidered with teddy bears. The floral top had very short sleeves and was smoothly taut down well past the waist of the shortalls. An adult-sized onesie, but in a kiddie print instead of the usual solid colors.

“Oh.” Monserrat chuckled. “Not what I was expecting, but not necessarily a problem. I guess we should talk about what you want me to do?”

Amira nodded. “It’s pretty easy to explain, but let me know if you have any questions about the details. I want you to treat me like I’m a baby. Well, toddler I guess. Watch me, give me stuff to play with, make a lunch for me, all the regular babysitting stuff.”

“You want to do it like make-believe?” Monserrat asked. “Should I babytalk you? Are you going to babytalk?”

“Yeah.” Amira said with another blush, and a little squirm. Said squirm was accompanied by a suspicious rustle from Amira’s rather bulky rear.

“Are you wearing a diaper?” Monserrat asked, amused.

“Yes but uh, you don’t have to deal with that part if you don’t want to.” Amira said, blushing even more.

“Of course I do.” Monserrat said, taking Amira’s hand to the other girl’s surprise. “If you’re too little to be potty trained you’re going to need some help, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really use them…” Amira began.

“Come on sweetie.” Monserrat interrupted, leading Amira into the living room. She had over a foot on the other girl, and her frame was a lot bigger from the basketball and volleyball workouts. It made it easy for her to slip into the game. From Amira’s expression she was getting into it too, but still had some reservations.

“You can call me Monchi.” Monserrat said, manhandling Amira down to a sitting position on the carpet. “We’re going to have a lot of fun today, okay?”

Amira giggled, squirming as embarrassment and delight warred on her face. “Okay Monchi. I wanna watch TV.”

“Hmm, maybe in a bit.” Monserrat said. “Let’s get to know each other a little bit first and do some coloring. If you’re a good girl we can watch an episode of something after lunch.”

“But I want to watch Octonauts!” Amira pouted. It would have been cute except for the more adult expression of annoyance in her eyes.

“Creature Report!” Monserrat said, crouching down by Amira and grabbing her sides. “Creature report! We have encountered a fussy baby. Check Check Check!” She dug her fingers in lightly, tickling Amira under her ribs.

“Ack, hey!” Amira giggled helplessly. She briefly batted at Monserrat’s hands but fell back as the tickling overwhelmed her.

“Creature Report, tickling seems to improve the baby’s mood, check check check!” Monserrat grinned, relenting on the tickling. She stroked Amira’s belly gently, while sneaking her other hand up the leg of the shortalls.

Amira was clearly caught off guard, lying on the floor with a happy grin until Monserrat dug her fingers deftly under the crotch of her diaper. The little girl squeaked and blushed until her face was several shades darker. Amira froze on the carpet, staring at Monserrat with wide eyes.

“Seems like you’re still dry, good girl!” Monserrat said excitedly. She made it more than a perfunctory check, sweeping her fingers across the bulky padding toward the back. Amira was wearing a real diaper, just sized up a bit for an adult. It otherwise felt exactly like what the actual babies she’d sat had been wearing.

“If you can behave and stay dry until after lunch we’ll watch Octonauts for sure.” Monserrat withdrew her fingers and hauled the smaller girl into a sitting position.

Amira didn’t answer right away. Monserrat watched her carefully. She needed a good review from her first client, after all. The other girl was trembling a little, but she didn’t seem upset. Her breath was coming fast, and her eyes were dilated. She kept her eyes on Monserrat but refused to meet her babysitter’s yes.

She’s turned on by this. Really turned on. Monserrat grinned. This was going to be fun after all. Teasing had always been something she’d enjoyed doing in the bedroom. Now she was going to get paid for it.

Monserrat stretched and deliberately grabbed her chest, hefting her breasts. “Are you staring at these, baby? They’re big, huh?”

Amira jerked her eyes up to meet Monserrat’s in the horniest panic the babysitter had ever seen. “Sorry, I can’t feed you the same way your mommy does, but if you need a snack I can get one started. Do you want a snack, Mira? Huh? Snackies?”

Even through her bra, Amira’s nipples were clearly visible. She nodded.

“Use your words, sweetie.” Monserrat said, patting Amira’s tightly curled hair. “Do you want a snack?”

“Y-yes pwease.” Amira said, shuddering.

“Good girl! Find something to color, I’ll be back in a bit.” Monserrat beamed. She put a coloring book and a small pack of crayons into Amira’s hands before making her way to the kitchen.

There were a variety of items set out on the counter. A baby bottle was present, but so was a sippy cup. There was a child-safe bowl and an oversized kid’s spork as well. Monserrat wondered if Amira hadn’t been able to decide how young she wanted to pretend to be, or if she had been worried that her escort wouldn’t be willing to take the game to a certain level.

I bet it’s the second one, Monserrat thought.

A search of the cupboards and fridge didn’t yield and baby formula. Monserrat resolved to bring some herself if Amira hired her again. She’d certainly be able to afford extras like that with the rates on the app.

There was milk, at least, which Monserrat put in a saucepan to warm. While she waited, she peeked into the living room to see how her baby was doing. Amira was lying on her stomach, coloring away. Monserrat grinned.

I should have gone for an even more baby activity, She thought. Maybe after lunch and the show. Her phone dinged, letting her know that it was time to text Clarissa. She shot off a quick, ‘all clear’ message and put her phone away.

Monserrat tested the bottle full of warm milk on her wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot. If Amira was going to commit to the role, she certainly was as well.

“Snack time!” Monserrat said brightly, sitting down next to Amira.

Amira looked at the bottle. Another big blush crossed her cheeks. Then she shook her head. “I want chips.”

“That’s not a good snack for a baby!” Monserrat declared dramatically. “Does your other babysitter let you eat those?”

Amira rolled her eyes. Monserrat could feel the other girl sipping out of the game. “Just get me some chips.” She said, sourly.

Monserrat brought her hand down to swat Amira’s bottom. The thick diaper made a satisfying POW sound. Amira stared at Monserrat in disbelief.

“There’s more where that came from, little girl.” Monserrat said firmly. “Now come here so I can give you your bottle.”

Contritely, Amira crawled over to Monserrat. She seemed a lot more into the game again.

So she likes it when I take charge, or discipline her, Monserrat thought. I can do that. I’ll have to give her opportunities to misbehave.

In short order Monserrat was braced against the couch with Amira lying on her lap. She had an arm firmly around the smaller girl, with Amira’s ear pressed against her breast. Monserrat could feel Amira’s heart pounding through the embrace as she lowered the bottle to the girl’s lips.

It was clearly a new, or at least unusual experience for Amira. She inexpertly sucked on the bottle, spattering milk on her cheeks and swallowing air. Though she quickly tried to squirm out of Monserrat’s hold or turn her face away, Monserrat held firm.

“Sit still little girl. You’re making yourself such a messy baby.” Monserrat said, relentlessly guiding the bottle’s nipple into Amira’s mouth.

Though she never stopped squirming, Amira resigned herself enough that she didn’t try to dodge the bottle anymore. She still swallowed air, or spit a bit of milk up onto her cheeks. Every time she did, she’d blush some more. It was adorable.

As the bottle was finishing, Monserrat caught Amira sneaking a hand down her shortalls, rubbing at the crotch of her diaper. She took the bottle out of Amira’s mouth and grabbed her arm.

“Bad baby! No playing with your diaper. You’re going to make a really big mess!”

Amira squirmed, “But I…”

“No, I don’t want to hear it.” Monserrat said, lightly swatting Amira’s hand. She spit on a washcloth and rubbed the milk off Amira’s lips and cheeks in a businesslike fashion.

Unable to hide her state any longer, Amira moaned and reached for her crotch again. Monserrat grabbed the girl’s wrists and pulled Amira up to sit straddled on her left thigh.

“Uh oh, feeling too full? Is that it, baby girl?” Monserrat lightly bounced Amira on her thigh, still holding her wrists pinned.

Amira gasped and moaned again. “Oh, Monchi, please, just let me… oooh… BRAP.”

A massive burp sounded out of Amira as the air she’d swallowed was released. Her face froze in an expression of embarrassed horror. Monserrat kept on bouncing Amira on her leg as if nothing had happened.

“That’s it baby, let it all out. That’s a good girl.”

Amira struggled weakly at the hold on her wrists, hiding her face in her shoulder. Her moans were getting louder, all pretense of subtlety abandoned. A few smaller burps escaped, prompting an embarrassed wince every time.

Monserrat bounced the girl until her skin was just starting to shine with sweat and her moans were coming fast and desperate. Abruptly, she stopped and lowered Amira onto her back on the carpet.

“What? No, no, don’t stop!” Amira whined.

“We’re all done burping you.” Monserrat said. “But you look a little bit hot. Let’s get baby cooled off.” She firmly set Amira’s arms over her head and unbuckled the girl’s shortalls.

While Amira writhed in frustration on the floor, Monserrat peeled her shortalls off and popped open the crotch snaps of the girl’s onesie. This time she was even less subtle about the diaper check, hooking her fingers into the rumpled crotch of the Amira’s Rearz diaper. It was more than damp, but not exactly wet.

Monserrat pulled the onesie up while Amira was distracted and arching her hips up. It was a bit of a tussle to get it over the girl’s shoulders and head, but the principle was the same as with a wiggly toddler.

Amira panted, looking at Monserrat, now in just her bra and diaper. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m just making sure you’re comfortable, sweetie.” Monserrat said. “Looks like you got into Mommy’s bras, no wonder you’re all sweaty.”

Brooking no disagreement from Amira, Monserrat unsnapped the bra and tossed it on the couch. “There you go, babies don’t need to wear those.”

“Please.” Amira said. “Please…”

“Please what, sweetie? What do you need?” Monserrat rubbed gentle circles on Amira’s bare belly. She was a beautiful girl, her small breasts heaving and perky. Monserrat was beginning to wonder how strict she wanted to be about the no-sex rule she’d established.

“Please.” Amira begged. “I need. I… I need to cum. Please.”

“Oh no!” Monserrat said with a vicious grin. “That would be a SUPER good girl reward. You haven’t exactly been bad, but you have been fussy.”

“But…” A whine that was almost a cry came out of Amira.

“Oh dear, are you getting overwhelmed, sweetie?”

Monserrat gathered Amira up, pleased to discover that she could lift the smaller girl without having to make a huge show of effort. She sat them both on the couch, Amira on her lap facing forward.

“Let’s watch your show, okay?” Monserrat put an arm around Amira, carefully settling her hand just below Amira’s breasts. She felt the girl stiffen and then snuggle back into her as she turned on the TV.

“This isn’t how I thought we would play.” Amira said. Interestingly she reached for her diaper but pulled her hands away guiltily, without Monserrat having to admonish her.

“No? Am I a bad babysitter?” Monserrat asked quietly into Amira’s ear.

“No, you’re a good babysitter.” Amira said breathlessly.

“Is baby Amira having a good time?” Monserrat asked, shifting her hand up onto Amira’s breast.

“Ahh! Yes Monchi.”

“What a good girl.” Monserrat squeezed Amira’s breast gently before sliding her hand away. “But you still want your super good girl reward, don’t you?”

“Yes please!” Amira squirmed against Monserrat until the larger girl had to hold her tightly to keep her on the lap.

“Silly baby, you know that your babysitter isn’t going to take your diaper off until you’ve used it. Your mommy would be very upset if I wasted the diapers she bought.”

A gasp interrupted Amira’s now-constant whining. “I don’t… really use them though.”

“Sure you do.” Monserrat said. “I don’t see a practice-potty around here anywhere. You’re telling me you’ve never peed in your diapers?”

“Ju-just once.” Amira whispered.

“And how did that feel?” Monserrat asked.

Amira couldn’t answer that one. She squirmed again until Monserrat had to hold her with both arms.

“You know what I think?” Monserrat asked. “I think you’re just pretending to be a big girl. Of course you’ve pottied in your diapers more than once. Let’s watch your show. Don’t worry, babysitter Monchi will change you when you need it.”

As the Octonauts theme song played, Amira calmed down a little. She even started sucking her thumb as the show progressed. Despite her outward calm, Monserrat could feel the girl’s heartbeat and the warm glow on her skin. Baby’s motor was still running pretty hot. The more turned on she was, the more she seemed to want to act like a baby.

On the other hand, Amira didn’t seem to be able to commit to the role fully. That made sense, Monserrat thought. After all, this was their first scene together. It would be hard to relax.

Determined to get Amira the best experience she could, Monserrat gently engaged her about the show, asking her questions about the characters and the sea-creature of the week. She lightly stroked Amira’s body while they watched, soothing her without letting her wind down her desire too much. It seemed to work, Amira’s responses to questions became much more babyish.

As the show was wrapping up with a creature report, Amira suddenly became very squirmy again.

“What’s the matter sweetie?” Monserrat asked, tightening her grip on the girl.

“Nu-nothing.” Amira said. “I wanna get up.”

“Oh?” Monserrat asked with a mischievous grin. “Just wait a bit hon, we’re almost done with the show.” She shifted her grip to firmly hold Amira over her bladder.

“Ugh, Monchi, don’t!”

“Don’t what, baby?”

“I hafta… I hafta…”

“What hon?” Monserrat pushed down more firmly on Amira’s diaper.

“No! I gotta, Monchi, pwease!” Amira thrashed, only to be caught tight in Monserrat’s strong grip.

“You have to tell me what it is or I can’t help you.”

“POTTY!” Amira cried out.

It was too late. Monserrat felt the girl sag in her arms. Shifting her hand to Amira’s crotch, she felt warmth in the diaper as it expanded.

“Oooh, you should have said something before, we could have tried getting to the potty.” Monserrat said, kissing Amira on the temple. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Monserrat lay Amira on the floor. The girl had an unreadable mix of emotions on her face. She wasn’t getting up or trying to do anything with her diaper, and by the looks of it she was still filling it.

Next to the shelf of toys was a very well stocked chest with changing supplies. Monserrat returned to Amira, her heart melting when she saw tears in the girl’s eyes.

“Oh oh, I think baby wasn’t being honest with me.” Monserrat said, unrolling the changing blanket. “Look at all this diaper changing stuff your mommy has for you.”

She scooted Amira onto the changing blanket and dabbed away the tears in her eyes as tenderly as she could. For a few moments she just sat and watched Amira’s face, stroking her hair.

“Are you alright, Mira?”

“I pottied.” Amira said, something like fear or sadness in her voice.

“That’s okay. Babies use their diapers for potty.” Monserrat hesitated for a bit. Deliberately, she leaned down and kissed Amira’s lips.

“You’re a good girl Amira.” Monserrat whispered, looking into Amira’s eyes from mere inches away.

“I am?” Amira trembled, flushing with desire again.

“A very good girl.” Monserrat grinned slyly and cupped Amira’s breast with one hand. “An especially, extra, SUPER good girl.”

Amira’s eyes went wide. She shivered, nodding eagerly at Monserrat. “Good girl get reward?”

“That’s right. You’re my very good girl.” Monserrat firmly grabbed the crotch of Amira’s diaper, squishing it. Amira whimpered, closing her eyes.

“Here you go baby.” Monserrat pressed a set of interlocking plastic rings into Amira’s hands. “Be a good girl while I change you.”

Amira giggled nervously and put one of the rings in her mouth.

Monserrat slid her hands slowly down Amira’s body, tearing the tapes open on the girl’s diaper when her hands reached Amira’s waist. With all the meticulous care she’d give an actual baby, she cleaned Amira with a wet wipe.

Amira was batting at the rings, moaning softly. Monserrat added a generous dollop of lotion to her hands and worked it slowly into Amira’s abdomen. Using the girl’s rising moans as a guide, she spread the lotion across Amira’s rear, her thighs, and finally onto the girl’s crotch.

Sweaty and disheveled, Amira lay on the floor, surrendering to Monserrat. On a whim, Monserrat picked the girl’s ankles up, holding her legs up while she worked the lotion into the girl’s crotch.

Amira arched her back, grabbing her breasts and moaning. The little girl’s breath came faster and faster with each deft circling motion of Monserrat’s fingers. The scream that Amira finally let loose was decidedly not babyish, but the thumb that went straight to her mouth was proof that the game had held.

Monserrat found Amira limp and pliable as she powdered and then diapered the girl back up. She pulled the thick padding snug on Amira and made sure the tapes were set tight and firm.

“It looks like you might need a nap, sweetie.” Monserrat said, brushing Amira’s sweaty forehead.

Amira nodded. “Yes pwease.”

“Okay, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Monserrat checked her phone. The session only had about fifteen minutes left. “By the time you wake up, your mommy should be back.”

It took a while for that to register on Amira, but when it did she focused a genuinely sad look on Monserrat. For a moment Monserrat considered extending the session, then clamped down on her puppy-dog-eyes induced guilt.

“Will you come babysit me again?” Amira asked plaintively.

“Of course sweetie. You’re a good baby. You just need someone to remind you to be good sometimes, don’t you?” Monserrat smiled and patted Amira’s cheek. Her heart filled with warm fuzzy feelings when Amira nuzzled into the pat.

“Yes Monchi. Thank you” Amira said.

“Okay little one, let’s get you to bed.”

Driving away, Monserrat tapped Clarissa’s contact on her phone.

“Girl! I have been sitting here so damn curious! How did it go?”

“It was really sweet actually. Like, I was surprised at the scene, but everything was legit. No hidden boyfriends or weird surprises.”

“For real? No sex either?”

“Uh, not exactly, no.”

“Hah! I knew it was going to be a sex thing. Did you seriously…?”

“No! Look, I’ll meet you for coffee and tell you all about it okay?” Monserrat laughed. “It was unusual all the way down.”

“You buying?”

“You better believe it. Payment already cleared to my account.” Monserrat said.

“Dang, maybe I should get in on this.” Clarissa said.

“Wait on that until I tell you what went down.” Monserrat said. “See you at the Black Drop?”

“Be there in twenty!”

Monserrat swiped the phone call off and smiled as her car rolled down the road. The road was gorgeous with about half the fall leaves on the trees still and the rest scattered across the sidewalks and lawns in a riot of colors.

A notification popped up on her phone as Monserrat pulled into the coffee shop’s parking. She parked and thumbed it open.

“I already have another job?” She said to herself in surprise. “Looks like the client is a guy but I’d be working with just his girlfriend? Ugh, it’s just like one of those Lyssa was warning me about.”

She was about to reject the job when she saw a little star notification on the page. Touching it popped up a message.

• You came highly recommended by a friend, Amira Hulbale. I’m hoping you’ll be willing to watch my girlfriend for an evening.

Monserrat blinked at the message and chuckled. “I’m getting a reputation I guess! Hmm, maybe I should add some stuff to my profile. These kinds of jobs are pretty fun.”

“I get everything you’re saying, Mr. Nguyen.” Monserrat said. “But I can’t really take your word for it one hundred percent, because Fabiola isn’t here.”

“Just call me Nick.” He said. “You’re never going to hit that pronunciation anyway.”

“Sorry.” Monserrat winced. “I thought I was pretty close.”

“You are about as close as white people – “ It was Nick’s turn to wince at Monserrat’s raised eyebrow. “Sorry, as non-Vietnamese can get. Anyway! The whole point is that it’s part of the fantasy that you don’t talk with her about it beforehand.”

“Uh huh. But if she doesn’t actually agree, what you’re asking me to do is criminal.” Monserrat said. “Big downer, I know, but I’ve gotta inject some practicality into the discussion.”

“It’s not really that bad.”

“Really? You’re asking me to enter her home, treat her like a child, strip her clothing off, and physically overpower her if necessary.” Monserrat said.

“Keep it down.” Nick gestured downward with his palm. “Let’s not let the whole coffee shop in on this.”

“You picked the spot.” Monserrat said, though she dropped her volume considerably. “We have to be able to talk about the specifics of this.”

“I agree. I swear I’m not trying to get anyone in trouble or give anyone a bad time.” Nick sighed and took a long drink from his frothy caramel monstrosity. “Look, I specified a couple of safewords in the job description, right? They are posted on the wall, right in the foyer. You can ask her if she knows what they mean when you arrive.”

“That’s – a little oblique.” Monserrat said.

“It’s not easy setting up a CNC-adjacent scene.” Nick said. “Look, full-disclosure, she doesn’t actually know what you’ll be there for, or even that you’re coming.”

“What?!”

“Shhh!” Nick glanced nervously at the coffee drinkers that had glanced their way. “That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t expect stuff like this to happen. It’s not the first time that I’ve brought someone in without her express knowledge. She has explicitly agreed to extra people and scenes like this in general.”

“I don’t know if I feel okay with that.” Monserrat said, which was softening her real feelings by a lot. She was two more statements like that from being out the door and refunding the deposit on the job.

“You said in your profile and in the DM you sent me that your goal is to give the client exactly what they want.” Nick said. “Fabi and I are both your clients, and it’ll ruin things for her if you have a big consent discussion up front.”

“That’s unfortunate but it doesn’t mean that discussion isn’t needed.”

Nick stared Monserrat down. He might as well have stared down a mountain lion. Stare downs from slick dudes with business haircuts had never been a thing in her book. Monserrat held Nick’s gaze calmly, drumming her fingers on the table.

“Okay, fine, I didn’t want to do this because it involves having to trust you more than I’d like, but getting what I want is worth it.” He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times.

“Do what?” Monserrat asked. Nick said nothing, just put his phone down and waited.

Just as Monserrat was ready to verbally tear a strip off of Nick, her phone beeped with a notification from EscortQuest. Narrowing her eyes at Nick, she picked up her phone and checked the notification.

“Wait, what’s going on?” She looked up at Nick in confusion.

“I paid out the job and marked it as completed. I also tipped you 100%, doubling your payday. You’ve got a five star rating for the job too. The app doesn’t let me take that stuff back after twenty four hours, and your date with Fabi isn’t until after then.”

“Why?” Monserrat frowned.

“Because now you can go in there the way I’ve asked you to, and if anything seems off, you can walk.” Nick said. “You still get paid and you keep your high rating. The only thing you’d lose is me recommending you to other clients.”

“You are trying to bribe my principles out from under me.” Monserrat said, her tone full of irritation at the fact that it was working.

“I am trying to make sure that a cute little girl gets to make believe exactly the way she likes to.” Nick said with a smarmy grin. “She’s probably going to be a total brat, by the way.”

Monserrat rolled her eyes. The payout number was still sitting there on her app, taunting her. Nick had just paid her rent. Twice.

“Let’s say I was willing to do this…” Monserrat said, trying to ignore Nick’s triumphant expression. “It’s for almost twenty four hours? Afternoon, overnight, morning, and then early afternoon again?”

“And maybe slightly longer.” Nick threw up his hands at another glare from Monserrat. “Hey, I don’t control planes. If my flight gets delayed I’ll be late. I’ll come home as soon as I can, and if I’m delayed by more than an hour or two, I’ll contact you so you can end the scene.”

Monserrat sighed, and said quietly. “Okay, and you’re positive she is okay with me diapering her, treating her like a toddler, spanking her, and generally controlling her entire life?”

“I do all that stuff myself.” Nick said. “Spank her until she cries if she’s bad. Otherwise it’s not a real punishment.”

“She has her safeword, and I WILL verify that sign with her.” Monserrat said. “What’s the point of me having one?”

“You use yours if she’s going too over the top. An adult acting like a full-on toddler can kind of spiral out of control, or make you do stuff that’s too extreme. So if you safeword, she’ll know to dial it back.”

“But let me guess, that ruins the game for her too.”

“I wouldn’t say it ruins it.” Nick shrugged. “But yeah, it’d be perfect if you didn’t have to do that. Obviously it’s hard to do a note-perfect scene with someone you just met. But hey, Amira said you knocked hers out of the park first time.”

Now he’s flattering me. Monserrat stopped herself from rolling her eyes, for fear they’d roll completely around.

“Alright… deal.”

“I knew you’d come around.” Nick said with a huge grin.

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Yeah, why not?” Nick chuckled. “Anyway thanks. See you in two days. I’ll be heading out the door when you arrive, so don’t be late.”

“You got it.” Monserrat said with a sigh.

She sank back into the booth as Nick waved and left the coffee shop. Her conscience pinged at her. Another notification popped up on her phone, this time from her bank. Nick’s payment had been transferred to her account.

“Why’d I try to be an ethical whore?” Monserrat asked the air with a chuckle.

—–

At 3:25 on the dot, Monserrat pulled up to the address Nick had given her. It was an even nicer place than Amira’s had been. They were all going to be nice places, she realized. High end fetish jobs paid well.

Her boots crunched on the immaculate white path up to a huge oak door with inset stained glass. For this job she’d gone with her ‘butch librarian’ outfit. The pants from her pantsuit were topped by a sleeveless black blouse with sheer gray chevron cutouts. Low-heeled, dressy doc martins on her feet complimented the leather overcoat.

On her big frame, the outfit was impressive. Once the coat came off, her muscular shoulders would make it downright intimidating. More casual clothes were stashed in a leather satchel she carried primly in her left hand. These adult babysitting jobs promised to get more messy the longer they went.

With one more look at the manicured, shrub-fenced lawn that she was sure Nick didn’t maintain himself, Monserrat rapped her knuckles on the door. There was a doorbell and a door knocker, but Monserrat ignored them. If she wasn’t going to get to dent Nick’s smarmy face, she could at least rough up his pretty door.

“Come in!” The door opened to reveal Nick and a short girl standing in a very nice tile-floored foyer.

Nick was dressed in a suit, with a briefcase and carry-on bag next to him. The girl was in a pair of fuzzy My Little Pony pajamas with a diaper peeking out the top. She had a baby-doll t-shirt on top with a puppies and kitty theme. No bra, Monserrat noted.

Seeing the diaper made her feel a little better about the whole thing. Even more-so the framed plaque on the wall that said, “Tectonic” and “Oceanic”. A little grandiose, but they matched the safewords that Nick had given her.

“Who the hell is this?!” Demanded the girl, Fabiola, Monserrat assumed.

“She’s your babysitter.” Nick said, picking up his bags. “I’ve given her all the info she needs to take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Hi Fabio – “ Monserrat began.

“NO!” Fabiola screamed. “This is bullshit! I was going to get a break from this while you were gone.”

“I don’t know why you’d think that hon.” Nick said, totally calm in the face of Fabiola’s tantrum. “You know you need help with all kinds of big-girl stuff.”

“I am not a baby!”

“Of course you aren’t, you’re my adorable little girl, and that’s why I got Monserrat here to watch you while I’m not able to.”

Monserrat stepped in and took Fabiola’s hand. As soon as she had the girl’s attention, she smiled. “Hi, Fabiola, right?”

“Yeah…” Fabiola frowned. Before she could start screaming again, Monserrat physically turned the girl to face the plaque.

“Do you know what those words mean?”

“Duh, obviously.” Fabiola grumped.

“I think we’re all set here Nick.” Monserrat said pleasantly. “Have a great trip.”

“I knew I could count on you.” Nick said with a grin. “See you sometime tomorrow Fabi.”

“Wait, I am not doing this!” Fabiola yelled. Nick was already out the door.

Fabiola moved for the door and Monserrat casually blocked her with an arm across her waist.

“Say goodbye to your daddy.” Monserrat said.

“He’s not my daddy he’s my fiancé and if he doesn’t get back in here he won’t be that anymore!” Fabiola raged.

“This is no way for a little girl to behave.” Monserrat said in a severe tone, closing the door. “You’re going to be sorry later that you didn’t say goodbye to him.”

“I don’t know what Nick told you but – uh – “ Fabiola trailed off her rant as Monserrat took her coat off and hung it and her bag on the coat rack.

Seizing her advantage, Monserrat grabbed Fabiola’s upper arms and leaned down to the smaller girl’s face level.

“Fabi, your daddy put me in charge of you for the rest of today and tomorrow until he comes home. Now you can be a good girl, and we’ll have a really fun time together. Or you can be a bad girl, and it won’t be so fun. You can choose that part, but not if I’m in charge or not.”

“You – you can’t make me.” Fabiola said, her lip quivering.

“Sure I can!” Monserrat said brightly, like she would to a kindergartener. “I might have to spank you a couple of times but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Fabiola whimpered, drawing in on herself. Monserrat wondered if she really should have a more explicit discussion with the girl, until she saw Fabiola’s nipples poking prominently through her shirt.

This is what she wants. Monserrat reminded herself. Don’t ruin it for the client. I could really use another payday like the one I just got, and I don’t have any regulars yet.

Fabiola had gone from quiet and scared to blushing furiously. Either way, with the clothes and the diaper she was feeling a lot like a little kid to Monserrat. Even the tantrums helped the illusion. She’d been hesitant to treat Amira like a kid, but that girl had loved it.

“Okay!” Monserrat said in her best elementary school teacher voice. “Ready to have fun Fabi?”

“Please don’t make me.” Fabiola squirmed, hanging her head.

“Please don’t make you have fun?” Monserrat chuckled. “Okay! I guess I’ll watch the movies and eat the ice cream, and you can do some chores or something.”

Despite her bad mood, Fabiola perked up a little at the mention of ice cream. Monserrat stood up and patted Fabiola on the head.

“Yeah, ice cream sounds fun, huh? Daddy says you don’t get it until after dinner, but we won’t tell him, okay?”

A tiny smile cracked at the corner of Fabiola’s mouth. “I guess.”

“Then it’s decided! We just need to check if you’re poopy or not.” Monserrat unceremoniously spun Fabi about, and pulled open the back of her pjs and diaper. There was no evidence of a mess, though a scent that was either a lot of sweat or a bit of pee did waft up.

“Hey!” Fabiola squealed. “I don’t do… that.”

“Oh sweetie, I know you want to be a big girl.” Monserrat took Fabiola’s forearm and lead her toward what she figured would be the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind changing cute little girls like you.”

“No, really, I don’t! I don’t do number two in my diapers!” Fabiola stumbled along with Monserrat, her voice a little panicked.

“Shh sweetie, it’s okay. I know accidents happen.”

Pleased that she found the kitchen, and by extension the dining room, Monserrat took stock of what she had to work with. There was an adult high-chair in the kitchen, tucked into a corner. Opening the fridge revealed pretty normal contents, except for a row of jars of baby food on the top shelf. The freezer had ice cream, as well as various chicken nuggets, pizza rolls, and other kiddie treats.

“Looks like we’re all stocked up!” Monserrat said enthusiastically. “Now, if you can be a good girl for me we’ll make all kinds of nummy stuff for dinner. If you’re going to be fussy about every thing I say, then I’m sure the baby food is plenty nutritious.”

Fabiola looked at Monserrat in horror.

“Hmm, what do we have here? Strained carrots, split peas, oooh, pureed broccoli.”

Fabiola whimpered and deflated a little. “Okay Monserrat. I’ll be good.”

“That’s great news!” Monserrat beamed. “You can call me Monchi if you want.”

Fabiola giggled, a little hysterically perhaps, but Monserrat took it as a good sign that the little girl was on the verge of breaking into little-space. “Okay Monchi.”

“Good girl! What a good girl!” Monserrat grabbed Fabiola and tickled her sides.

Caught off guard, Fabiola dissolved into helpless shrieks. Monserrat kept up the assault until the girl was writhing on the floor. She relented, giggling along with Fabiola’s final pants and squeaks.

Figuring there was no better time to test her ability to keep up with the fantasy, Monserrat scooped Fabiola up and lifted the little girl onto her hip. It was an effort, but not as much as she’d feared. Fabi was a waif-y little thing.

Fabiola clung to Monserrat’s neck, a confused, disoriented look in her eyes. That look only intensified when Monserrat bounced Fabiola lightly on her hip, squishing the girl’s diaper against her hipbone. There was definitely some bulk there, either some extra padding, or the girl had had an accident.

“What’s your favorite ice-cream, Fabi?” Monserrat asked.

“Uh, strawberry.” Fabiola said, squirming in apparent discomfort.

Wet for sure, Monserrat thought. She grabbed the strawberry and chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and carried Fabiola over to the high chair.

“No, that’s for babies!” Fabiola protested.

“It looks like it’s for you, so what does that make you, little miss potty-pants?” Monserrat asked.

Fabiola blushed profusely, halting her protests long enough for Monserrat to plant her in the chair.

“It’s not my fault.” Fabiola whimpered. “It’s because – “

“I know sweetie,” Monserrat secured the waist strap for the chair around Fabiola’s waist, locking it in the back where the girl wouldn’t be able to reach. “It was an accident, that’s okay.”

Fabiola whimpered and pouted as the chair’s tray came down and was locked into place. “I have a booster seat.” She managed to say, though she was obviously embarrassed by the admission.

“Oooh, I see.” Monserrat grinned. “Well, if you can be a super big girl for me this afternoon, we’ll use your booster for dinner, okay?”

Fabi could only shamefacedly nod and kick her feet idly while she waited for Monserrat to prepare the icecream. When the bowl was placed on her tray with no spoon, in contrast to Monserrat’s bowl of chocolate, Fabiola opened her mouth to make another big protest.

“Ah ah!” Monserrat admonished Fabiola. “You were going to be a good girl for me, remember?”

With a sigh, Fabiola gabbed her ice-cream and tried to eat it as delicately as she could. For the first few bites she managed to confine the mess to her hands. As the ice-cream melted, her efforts became more and more futile. Monserrat watched in amusement as Fabiola raced against the clock. All the little girl succeeded in doing was getting sticky strawberry all over her lips, nose, and the front of her shirt.

I am really enjoying myself, Monserrat realized. There was something about the mix of taking care of these girls with pushing them around that really appealed. It was more fun than she’d ever expected. It was like BDSM, but instead of embarrassing the sub with all kinds of degrading talk, she was telling the girls how cute and little they were.

Monserrat approached Fabiola with a warm glow. “Goodness you’re a mess! Let’s get you cleaned up and changed.”

“Wait uh, only uh, daddy does that second part.” Fabiola said. “I can do it real quick and then we can go back to playing.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m here to take care of you.” Monserrat freed Fabiola from the high chair and picked her up again. It was getting easier as she got used to where the girl’s center of gravity sat. “I’ll be changing all your diapers tonight and tomorrow. If we have a good time together, your daddy said I might get to watch you for a whole week when he’s on a longer trip.”

Fabiola’s eyes got as wide as dinner plates at that last statement. It wasn’t exactly true, but it might become so. After all, Monserrat reasoned, business trips could easily last that long, and she fully intended to get a good evaluation from Nick.

Down the hall from the dining room, second door on the right was a changing room, right where Nick had described it. Fabiola squirmed and hid her face in Monserrat’s shoulder when they entered.

“Aww, no need to be embarrassed sweetie.” Monserrat lay Fabiola down on the changing table. “I’ve got everything here to take care of you, even if you turn out to be a poopy pants.”

Fabiola hid her face behind her hands when Monserrat pulled her pajama pants off and tore open the tapes on her diaper. A few light tickles on Fabiola’s belly got her to peek out from behind her hands enough for Monserrat to press a pacifier against the girl’s lips. The reaction was more surprise than acceptance, but either way Monserrat got the rubber nipple in Fabiola’s mouth.

She handed the girl a stuffed elephant that was tucked into a corner of the changing station and Fabiola’s blushing face promptly disappeared again behind the stuffie. Monserrat pulled the diaper back to reveal a large yellow stain. She’d have to get some water into this little girl.

“Do you still need to go?” Monserrat asked, rubbing Fabiola’s tummy.

“Mph mooh.” Fabiola grunted from behind the pacifier. It sounded like a no.

“Are you sure? Now’s the time, before we get you into a nice fresh diaper.” Monserrat chuckled, putting on an even more babyish tone. “Of course, if you can’t tell when you need to go, that’s okay too.”

“I can too!” Fabiola declared, spitting the pacifier out.

“Then are you sure you’re all done? Big girls can tell when they have to go, and they can sit in a booster seat. Babies can’t tell, and they sit in a high-chair.”

Fabiola stared at Monserrat for a moment before taking refuge behind the stuffie again. A wiff of ammonia reached Monserrat’s nose, and she looked down to see fluid trickling out of the girl, down her butt, and into the diaper. The experience should have been gross, but Fabiola’s helplessness and cute embarrassment gave Monserrat another glow in her chest.

“Monchi is here sweetie.” Monserrat said, working the pacifier under the elephant and back into Fabiola’s mouth. “I’ll take good care of you.”

The only response was some rather aggressive sucking on the pacifier. With a giggle, Monserrat checked that Fabi was done and carefully wiped her down, just as she’d done for any number of babies she’d taken care of.

Fabiola was surprisingly passive as the dirty diaper was taken away and a fresh one slid under her hips. There was a lot of squirming as Monserrat applied the lotion, especially when her hands rubbed it into the girl’s crotch. Fabiola was wet for reasons that had nothing to do with the potty, which elicited another grin from Monserrat. Getting the girl powdered up was fun, as was tenderly pulling the diaper tight and fixing the tapes in place.

“I need your stuffie for a moment hon.” Monserrat said. “We need to get you a new shirt.”

It took some negotiation, and eventually switching the elephant from one hand to another as Monserrat worked the shirt off, but she finally had Fabiola in just her diaper. It was tempting to leave her that way, after cleaning her up of course. On the other hand, there were some pretty cute looking things on a shelf that Monserrat assumed were onesies.

The process of wiping Fabiola’s hands and face down seemed to really slide the girl into a little mindset. There were no protests at all when Monserrat presented Fabiola with a white onesie with pink flowers on it. It was a bit of a struggle still to get it on the girl, as she’d gone non-verbal and wasn’t doing anything to help Monserrat put the onesie on.

“You look kind of tired, cutie.” Monserrat said, stroking Fabiola’s shoulder-length dark hair. “Do you want to go down for a nap?”

That suggestion didn’t meet disagreement exactly, but Fabiola did grab Monserrat’s belt and blouse as tightly as she could.

“Okay, okay. Well how about you and your friend and I go to the living room and watch some TV?”

Fabiola nodded vigorously at that. Monserrat picked the girl up again, this time holding Fabiola to her chest. She was rewarded with Fabiola snuggling into her, laying her head on Monserrat’s shoulder and draping an arm around the other shoulder. Her other arm hung limp but for her hand firmly holding the elephant by its trunk.

This is way too cute, Monserrat thought, as she easily carried the girl down the hall. It took some doing to find the living room, and by the time she did, Fabiola was looking very sleepy indeed. Though she turned the TV on, Monserrat didn’t select a streaming service. Instead she sat on the couch and bounced Fabiola gently in her lap, humming a lullaby in Spanish.

One line into the lullaby, and Fabi’s eyelids were fluttering. Three verses and the girl was out like a light. Monserrat considered putting the girl down on the couch and getting her a blanket. It’d be nice to have a break from the constant scene. Somehow, she couldn’t bear to let go of the warm, adorable girl in her arms.

With a shrug, Monserrat sat back and turned one of her own shows on. She kept the volume way down and the subtitles on. It was an episode she’d already seen, which was good. Having Fabi softly snore in her arms and drool on the shoulder of her blouse took up a lot more attention than she’d expected.

From time to time she’d feel Fabiola get restless. Monserrat just shifted the girl to her other shoulder and hummed more of the lullaby. Eventually Fabiola relaxed completely, going bonelessly-limp in Monserrat’s arms. Monchi cradled Fabi gently, smiling down at the girl’s peaceful face.

The show was long over. Monserrat let herself enjoy the quiet of the house. She could hear Fabiola’s soft breathing and the rustling of the trees in a nearby park. It was the most she’d ever been paid to just relax, that was for sure. A soft crinkling noise drew Monserrat’s attention. At first she thought Fabiola was getting restless again, but the girl was still flopped out in deep dreamless sleep. To Monserrat’s surprise, Fabi’s diaper was crinkling as it tried to expand against her onesie.

She’s a bedwetter? Monserrat wondered to herself. Was that what got her started on this kink, or was it the other way around?

Monserrat found herself slipping into a light doze. She wasn’t tried enough to go to sleep, but Fabiola’s relaxation was contagious. It was a perfect time for a little meditative shut down. So thoroughly did Monserrat empty her mind, that when Fabiola jerked awake it scared them both.

“Uh, uhhhhh!” Fabiola cried incoherently. She was clearly still half-asleep and thrashing around at the unfamiliar situation in which she was waking.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Monserrat pulled Fabiola close. She gave the girl room to wiggle but not thrash. After a minute or so of being firmly held, Fabiola calmed down, nuzzling her face into the crook of Monserrat’s neck.

“Welcome back sweetie.” Monserrat said softly. “That was quite the nap you took.”

Fabiola mumbled some nonsense in reply, snuggling closer to Monserrat. Little by little her breathing picked up to normal levels and she yawned, sitting up to look at her babysitter.

Whatever Monserrat expected from the sleepy cutie on her lap, it wasn’t a yelp of terror and Fabiola leaping off her lap so quickly that she tripped over the coffee table and sprawled out on the carpet.

“Fabi, are you okay?!”

“Fine, I’m fine.” Embarrassment and confusion warred on Fabiola’s face. She stared at the onesie she was wearing and flinched. “I just need a break. We gotta take a break.”

“What we need to do is get some food in you. We’re almost past dinner time.” Monserrat stood up, brushing the dried drool off her shoulder.

“Not hungry.” Fabiola said, immediately betrayed by a growl in her stomach.

“Be a good girl and come to the kitchen with me.” Monserrat said, holding a hand out to Fabiola.

“I can do it myself!” Fabiola scrambled to her feet, taking several steps away from Monserrat.

“Sweetie, are you fussy because you’re wet? It wasn’t too big of an accident. We’ll get you changed after dinner okay?”

“I’m not – “ Fabiola looked down and patted her diaper. Her eyes bugged out in horror. “No, that’s never happened before!”

“Mmm hmmm.” Monserrat advanced on Fabiola and took her hand. “Come on hon, we’ll get you some yummy chicken nuggets.”

“I’m not hon, or sweetie!” Fabiola raged, pulling unsuccessfully at Monserrat’s grip. “Call me Fabiola. I need a break from this game, NOW.”

“Is that all you have to say about it?” Monserrat asked, looking meaningfully at the foyer and then back to Fabiola.

Fabiola frowned and yanked hard, ripping her hand out of Monserrat’s grip. “I SAID LET GO!”

Monserrat sighed. “Fabi, I was really hoping we could just have a nice time together. Your daddy warned me that you might be a bad baby, I’m sorry to see he was right about that.”

“Well too bad!” Fabiola glared hatefully at Monserrat.

Until that moment, Monserrat hadn’t had any reason to use her full strength on Fabiola. The size and leverage advantage, plus Fabi’s general passivity had made things pretty easy. If she was going to assert her authority the way Nick had outlined in the job, she was going to make it absolute, Monserrat decided. Any illusions of being able to physically resist would be gone, and Fabiola could either safeword or go back to being a sweet little girl.

From Fabiola’s point of view, it must have been very confusing. One moment she was raging defiantly against her boyfriend-appointed babysitter, and the next she was hoisted by her crotch on Monserrat’s forearm. Volleyball wasn’t the only sport Monserrat played, it had been a while since women’s wrestling, but she remembered the moves just fine.

Fabiola’s thrashing only got her arms tangled behind her back in Monserrat’s unyielding grip. The little girl had enough time to wail in distress before they were back on the couch with Fabi bent over Monserrat’s lap.

It was effortless for Monserrat to pin Fabi’s arms behind her back with one hand. With the other she popped the snaps on the girl’s onesie and yanked her diaper down to expose her bare, damp butt.

“Last chance to say something specific before you get your punishment.” Monserrat said, raising her hand.

“STOP!” Fabiola screamed. “You can’t do this!”

SMACK! Monserrat’s hand came down hard. Fabiola screamed. Before she was done yelling Monserrat was spanking her again, and again. Though she’d thought she was going to hate having to spank Fabi, Monserrat found a certain amount of satisfaction in knocking the brat out of her charge via the bottom.

Fabiola went through some fascinating phases as the spanking continued. Her initial scream gave way to breathless shock. When she found her breath again she went back to protesting interspersed with yelps as each smack made its sting known. Protests were abandoned in favor of begging Monserrat to stop.

A quick look at Fabiola’s rear showed it was warmed up to a nice pink color. Remembering Nick’s advice on spankings, Monserrat increased the tempo, painting Fabiola’s butt in a progressively deeper blush.

It took only ten more spanks to push Fabiola into tears. She blubbered apologies, no longer fighting Monserrat’s grip on her arms. Determined to really drive the point home, Monserrat delivered six more of the hardest slaps yet, leaving her own palm stinging a bit.

When Monserrat pulled Fabiola’s diaper back up, the girl was a snotty, blubbering mess. Gently stroking Fabi’s hair, Monserrat rolled the girl over and cradled Fabi in her arms.

“There there little one.” Monserrat said. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but you were being a very bad baby. Are you going to listen to your babysitter now?”

The answering nod from Fabiola was very quick. Nick had been right about spankings snapping her out of brat mode. She stroked Fabiola’s hair gently. As the girl’s hiccupping sobs were calming down, Monserrat grabbed some tissue from the coffee table and brought it to Fabiola’s nose.

“Blow.” She commanded. Fabiola obeyed with a mighty honk. A few more tissues got Fabiola’s snotty face wiped clean.

“Ready for dinner?” Monserrat asked gently.

“Are you gonna make me eat baby food?” Fabiola whimpered miserably.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. You certainly haven’t earned using your booster seat, but I think we can have chicken nuggets and fries. Does that sound good?”

Fabiola sniffled and nodded.

“There’s my good girl.” Monserrat stroked Fabiola’s face. “You were such a good snuggler with me earlier.”

That brought out another blush, Fabi turned her face away.

“Aww, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m here to take care of you, just like your daddy.”

“You’re meaner than daddy.” Fabiola said petulantly.

“Fabi, are you already getting fussy?” Monserrat asked, bapping the girl on the nose. “You mean I’m more strict than daddy.”

“I guess so.” Fabiola hid her face again, this time against Monserrat’s blouse.

“Let’s get your onsie off and get you in your high-chair.” Monserrat said, pulling the garment up Fabiola’s torso.

“What? Why?” Fabiola whimpered but didn’t offer any resistance, even lifting her arms.

“Because you’re a messy eater and I don’t want to try to get barbeque sauce and ketchup out of this cute onesie.”

Obviously embarrassed and conflicted, Fabiola squirmed in Monserrat’s grip. By this time Monserrat was well used to carrying a squirmy girl and got Fabi into her high chair without any trouble. As an experiment, she left the waist-strap off and the tray up. Fabiola didn’t seem to even consider escape, she just shifted a bit in her chair to take the pressure off her sore rear.

Though the onesie certainly helped make Fabiola look young, even topless she made a very little sight. Monserrat never thought she’d be having the time of her life making dinner for a girl sitting in a high-chair in nothing but a loose diaper, but here she was.

Dinner was a burger, beer, and fries for Monserrat, nuggets, an extra big glass of water, and fries for Fabiola. Despite nuggets being far more of a finger food than ice-cream, Fabi managed to get a fair amount of sauce on her chin and bare chest. When they were done, Monserrat left Fabi behind the locked-down high-chair tray and cleaned up the dishes.

Just as the dishwasher was loaded, Monserrat heard a distressed squeak from Fabiola. The girl was struggling with her high-chair’s tray and having little success. The bolt-lock was in an awkward spot for anyone sitting in the chair, especially if they had short arms.

“Monchi!” Fabiola cried out in a near panic. “I need to go!”

“Just a second sweetie, I’m just finishing here.”

“No, I really need to – “ Fabiola gasped as her stomach made a mighty rumble. In the time it took Monserrat to walk over to her from the dishwasher, there was a rumble of a different kind coming from Fabiola.

Shocked with her mouth hanging open, Fabiola stared ahead as toots and grumbles heralded her pants filling at a record pace. When it was finally over, Fabi stared at Monserrat, lip trembling.

“Whew! You’re a poopy girl!” Monserrat said cheerfully. “That’s okay, Monchi will get you all cleaned up.”

“No this is – this isn’t – I can’t have – I’ve never – no, no!” Fabiola trailed off into a wail, tears pouring down her face for the second time in an hour.

“Oh sweetie.” Monserrat’s heart went out to the little girl. She clearly had some issues, or was just having a bad night. Whatever the case, she was determined to make everything better.

The first order of business was to get Fabiola onto her changing table, with a pacifier in her mouth and her elephant for company. Monserrat left briefly to get a bath started, coming back to Fabi still whimpering softly.

Steeling herself, Monserrat opened the girl’s diaper. It was not really the same as a toddler, there was a level of biohazard that toddlers could only aspire to going on in Fabi’s diaper. Having her mess exposed started another crying fit for Fabi.

With soothing words and gentle touches, not to mention a large quantity of wipes, Monserrat got the girl cleaned up. She managed to separate Fabiola from her elephant with a little difficulty and picked the girl up, depositing her in the warm bath.

“Let’s get some bubbles going, huh?” There wasn’t any bubble bath, a huge oversight on Nick’s part, but some strawberry scented shampoo and a bit of dish soap did a good enough job. Bubbles managed to stop the tears, but not Fabi’s haunted expression.

The introduction of a rubber duckie along with a thorough scrubbing got Fabiola smiling again. By the time Monserrat was rinsing the girl’s hair with a bowl of warm water Fabi was downright giggly. It was a good, if slightly slippery baby that was wrapped in her prettiest unicorn diaper.

“What do you want to wear for watching TV?” Monserrat asked, popping the pacifier out of Fabiola’s mouth. “Pajamas? Do you have a cute outfit you like?”

“You’re not going to put me in another onsie?” Fabiola asked.

“You can wear whatever you want little one.” Monserrat said. “Even just your diaper if you like.”

“Nooo.” Fabiola blushed and giggled. “I have some pajamas.”

To Monserrat’s delight and surprise, Fabi didn’t go for pj pants and a t-shirt like she’d had on when Monchi had arrived. Instead it was an adorable one-piece pajama with feet and a hood. The whole of the suit was covered in whisps of rainbow ‘fur’ and the hood sported cat ears. Monserrat’s heart melted for probably the tenth time. Doubly so when Fabiola held her arms out to be picked up.

Ensconced on the couch with a chips for Monserrat and a bottle for Fabiola, the babysitter marveled at the range she’d seen out of Fabiola. One thing was for sure, she seemed happiest as a baby. The pajamas were out-of-control adorable. Monserrat had felt the need for a change herself, and was nearly matching her charge for comfiness in a soft cotton t-shirt and a pair of terrycloth shorts.

“How’s your tummy doing?” Monserrat asked, stroking Fabiola’s belly through the pajamas.

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“I’m sorry sweetie.” Monserrat smiled. “In that case, let’s not worry about getting you to the potty for anything.”

“What?” Fabiola dropped her bottle in consternation. “But then uh…”

“But then it won’t be an accident, it’ll just be something that your babysitter helps you with. You can go back to normal with daddy when you’re feeling better tomorrow.”

The little girl’s only response was to bury her flushed face against Monserrat, pressed right into her babysitter’s breast.

With a smirk, Monserrat retrieved the bottle and turned Fabiola’s face enough to get the nipple to her lips. Out of nervous reflex, Fabi went back to sucking on the bottle. After a few minutes Monserrat watched the a realization dawn in Fabiola’s eyes. She was pressed against Monchi’s breast sucking on a nipple. The conflicted expression between comfort and embarrassment was delicious.

They settled into a comfortable rhythm of watching short cartoons and snuggling. With nine-o-clock rolling around, Monserrat unzipped Fabiola’s pjs and squished the girl’s diaper. As expected, she was wet. Soaked in fact.

“It’s about bedtime Fabi.” Monserrat said.

“I’m not sleepy!” Fabi protested. It seemed true too. Fabi’s eyes were alert. She wasn’t actually a toddler, and had already had a big nap earlier that day.

“Your daddy was very firm about your bedtime.” Monserrat said. “But I think I can help you get sleepy.”

“Huh?”

Fabi’s eyes went wide when Monserrat reached down by the end-table for the little surprise she’d grabbed from Fabiola’s room earlier. The little girl licked her lips as Monserrat pressed the head of the vibrating wand against her padded crotch.

“Oh, I see you’ve done this before, with daddy?”

Fabiola squirmed and nodded. “But, is it okay to uh – with you?”

“It’s been a stressful day having someone new take care of you, hasn’t it?” Monserrat said. “Just relax and let me take care of you, okay Fabi?”

No sooner had Fabi nodded then Monserrat fired up the wand on low. The vibrations through the soaked diaper had the girl moaning immediately. Working the wand in slow circles over Fabiola’s crotch, Monserrat worked the girl up until she was panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Monserrat’s hand slipped into Fabiola’s pjs and found her breasts. Her fingers wandered over Fabi’s soft skin, lightly tweaking her nipples as Monserrat came across them. With the wand flipped to high, Monserrat abandoned teasing circles and pressed it firmly into Fabiola’s ever-wetter crotch. If the girl was wetting again, squirting, or just that turned on didn’t matter, she was obviously having the time of her life.

The babysitter kept up the vibration and caresses until Fabiola’s gasps and moans had become little yelps and her breathing was ragged in her throat. A long quiet cuddle got Fabiola calmed down. She was back to a limp noodle, albeit a much sweatier one than last time.

“We have so much fun when you’re a good girl.” Monserrat said, caressing Fabiola’s cheek. “Let’s get you into a nice thick nighttime diaper and to bed, okay?”

“Where are you going to sleep?” Fabiola asked hesitantly.

“Your daddy got the guest room ready for me.” Monserrat said. “Why?”

“Maybe you could sleep with me.” Fabi said bashfully. “Uh, like a sleepover?”

Monserrat laughed. “I’m not going to sleep right now. Will you be able to go to sleep if I have a light on so I can read?”

Fabiola nodded vigorously. “Yes. I can do it, please!?”

“Okay, okay.”

Tickled pink, Monserrat got Fabiola changed and wiped down. The little girl even let herself be lead to bed in nothing but her diaper and a pair of plastic pants. They got situated under the covers, Fabiola’s head on Monserrat’s lap, pacifier in her mouth and elephant firmly clutched in her arms.

Though Monserrat worried that the light would keep Fabiola up, the girl was snoring in minutes. After a few hours of enjoyable reading, Monserrat doused the light and cuddled up to the little diaper-clad furnace next to her. The soft sigh Fabiola gave at being embraced as the little spoon relaxed Monserrat right to sleep.

When morning came, Monserrat was excited to see if she could keep Fabiola in her happy little baby state for as long as possible. That the girl woke up wet helped. Monserrat had Fabiola on the changing table well before the girl had managed to finish waking up. Being diapered as she got her bearings went a long way to enforcing the right attitude.

Breakfast was pancakes, scratch-made by Monserrat, of course. Fabiola dug in with gusto, managing to get syrup in places that her babysitter would never have expected.

How exactly does someone get syrup in their armpit, Monchi wondered, as she cleaned Fabi up and got her into the day’s outfit of shortalls and a long sleeved nightshirt. Monserrat needed a change of clothes herself after that. With her authority firmly established, she went with the comfort of some jeans and a racerback sports top.

The rest of the day flew by, Fabi was even up to play little games like hide and seek, dolls, and putting together building blocks. Everything was smooth as silk until after lunch when Fabiola dropped the stuffies she was playing with and stared at Monserrat in consternation.

“Uh oh.” Fabiola’s lip quivered. “I hafta…”

Without missing a beat, Monserrat gathered Fabi up to her chest and stroked the girl’s hair. “It’s okay, go ahead. Monchi’s here.”

“But I…” Fabiola whimpered and shivered in Monserrat’s arms.

“You’re SUCH a good girl.” Monserrat said, rubbing firm circles on Fabiola’s back. “And you’re being a good girl right now. Go ahead and go, that’s my good little baby.”

Twin tears popped out of Fabiola’s eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Monserrat deftly wiped them away and kissed the girl on the forehead. Fabiola grunted, gasped, and buried her face in Monserrat’s chest as she made another mess.

Monserrat cooed praise to Fabi until she was done and all the while she carried the girl to the changing table. Rather than changing her right away, she tickled Fabiola and blew raspberries on her belly until she’d managed to get a few giggles out of the girl even in a dirty diaper.

No sooner had the tapes come off Fabi’s diaper than they heard the front door open. “I’m home!” Nick called.

Fabi looked ready to panic, but Monserrat was quick to put a pacifier in the girl’s mouth and tickle her tummy again.

“We’re in the changing room!” Monserrat called cheerfully.

“How did things – “ Nick stopped dead in the doorway of the changing room when the smell hit him. Not that it was as bad as a moment ago, with the diaper already in the pail.

“Come on in Nick.” Monserrat said, briskly wiping Fabiola down as if everything were perfectly normal.

“Wow, this is a transformation.” Nick said, stepping up to look down at his squirmy girlfriend who was frantically sucking her pacifier.

“She’s been such a good girl!” Monserrat said gleefully. “A little bit poopy right now but you’re just about cleaned up, aren’t you Fabi?”

Fabiola just blushed and hid behind her elephant.

Since Monserrat was having too much fun to not show off, she put a cute onesie over Fabiola’s fresh diaper and left her clothes at that. Nick looked quite impressed when Monserrat lifted Fabi onto her hip with apparent ease.

“She’s all ready for her daddy, aren’t you Fabi?”

This time Fabi retreated into Monserrat’s chest. Nick and Monserrat both laughed, though Nick’s sounded a touch nervous.

“I need to talk to your daddy for a bit.” Monserrat said. “If I put you in the living room with your stuffies, will you be a good girl?”

Agreement came in the form of a nod, still firmly pressed into Monserrat’s bosom.

“She looks absolutely incredible.” Nick said, as Monserrat was gathering up her things in the kitchen.

“I pride myself on doing a good job, and you paid well.” Monserrat said.

“Yeah, no complaints there.” Nick peeked into the living room. “I’ve NEVER gotten her that uh – “

“Little?” Monserrat suggested. “She’s having a blast right now. You can let her have a break or just keep it rolling until tomorrow if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I will, thanks again.” Nick grinned.

“Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and smaaash that notification bell.” Monserrat said with a wink.

“Haha, no worries. I’ll recommend you to some people I know.” Nick took another look at Fabiola in wonder. “Would you be willing to come back some time?”

“I’d love to.” Monserrat said. “She’s a good baby.”

—–

“So you are fucking them.” Clarissa asserted with her usual tact. She really should be nicer, considering the very expensive coffee in her hand, courtesy of Monserrat.

“Not exactly. Kinda. Look, it’s part of the service.” Monserrat shrugged. “Honestly, it’s fun, and since I’m in charge I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

“I guess the money doesn’t hurt your feelings either.” Clarissa said with a smirk.

“Girl, I paid for your coffee but off that last job I could pay your rent.”

“Dang, why don’t you?”

“Hah, you wish.” Monserrat grinned. “Honestly though, this last girl was so cute. Like, little kid cute.”

“Oh no, is somebody’s bio-clock going off?”

“Very funny.” Monserrat chuckled. “Anyway, it’s hard to describe. It’s like getting a chance to be Disney for someone. I made a whole day magical for a super cute girl, and maybe made her sex life with her boyfriend better too.”

“Is that what Disney does?” Clarissa teased. “Honestly it sounds cool. Maybe I’ll get in on it.”

“If you do, there’s hella research you should do.” Monserrat said. “I did a ton after the first girl, probably would have wiffed it with the second one if I hadn’t.”

“So you’re making this your specialty?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Monserrat shrugged. “I put some key phrases in my bio, my last client pretty much said he’d be a regular, and I already have a job lined up.”

“You’re a busy lady! What kind of people are they anyway? The ones that sign up for this.”

“Hah, you’ll never believe it, but the next client is in one of our classes.”

“Whaaaat?” Clarissa leaned forward eagerly. “Spill that tea, who is it?”

“Uh uh, client confidentiality.” Monserrat smirked in the face of Clarissa’s pout. It had nothing on a practiced little’s pout. “If you start up yourself I can recommend you to the client, but that’s the only way you’re finding out.”

“Dang, there’s some random diaper girl in the engineering department?” Clarissa shook her head.

“I’m beginning to think it’s a lot more common than I ever would have guessed.”

“You should share your location on your phone for these jobs.” Clarissa’s voice was a little crackly over the phone. The gated community Monserrat was driving into apparently had crappy cell coverage.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” Monserrat asked.

“For safety reasons, obviously.” Clarissa said. “I’m your safety buddy on these jobs.”

“Uh huh.” Monserrat smirked. “You suggesting this for the first time today has nothing to do with the fact that you really want to know who my current client is, right?”

“Come ON girl!” Clarissa laughed. “You can’t tell me we have a diaper girl in the Engineering department and expect me to not be curious.”

“Oh, it’s not just Engineering.” Monchi said. “I hear there’s one in the Microbiology grad program too.”

“Is this some big connected secret society thing?” Clarissa asked. “Did you just become the John Wick of diaper girls?”

Monserrat laughed, but Clarissa wasn’t done yet. In a faux British accent she said, “Welcome to the Continental Ms. Navarrete. Will you be checking any diaper girls into the daycare?”

“The way these jobs are paying I wouldn’t be surprised.” Monserrat chuckled. “Though somebody did contact me about a group rate. I guess they want to split the cost.”

“For adult babysitting?” Clarissa asked in surprise. “Girls you haven’t had as clients yet?”

“Yes and yes.” Monserrat said. “Or maybe it’s a pair of couples? I’m not super sure, I haven’t answered yet. I want to encourage more clients but I don’t want to undercharge for groups. Seems like it would be a lot of work.”

“Well if you ever need a backup singer…”

“But then who will be my safety buddy?” Monserrat teased. “Also, I thought you were against all my shameless whorin’.”

“You’re going to keep on me about that huh? Not like you never called me a slut before.”

“Lyssa, you tore a path through the Newport Storms. That baseball team was never the same again.”

“Shut up, bitch.” Clarissa laughed good naturedly.

“You brought it up, not me.” Monserrat pulled into the driveway of a dreadfully generic McMansion. Did it have to be beige? “Anyway, I’m here. Talk to you after.”

“Be safe and have fun. See if this one can get you off for a change.”

“Very funny, that’s not what they’re hiring me for. Bye hon.”

Monserrat closed the call and stepped out of the car. She was excited to see Selena Rai in baby-getup. Her client was one of those right up in the front of the classroom types and had probably never noticed Monserrat in the back. That was to be expected considering the size of the lecture halls.

To be fair, Monserrat had hardly recognized Selena on the app until she looked a bit more closely. On the app Selena was all done up in Bollywood glamour style which she definitely didn’t do for class. The picture had the same golden cord that the girl used to tie her hair back at school though. Once Monserrat noticed the cord, the face clicked.

Something she was probably going to have to work out with her clients was how they wanted her to look. Taking a cue from the profile picture Selena had chosen, Monserrat had gone with the most compatible outfit she could manage on short notice. A British nanny look with a matching skirt and blazer in plum. She had on black nylons with an obvious seam up the back and was wearing pumps.

Stepping out of the car, Monserrat completed the outfit with a pair of cream colored gloves to match her blouse and a black hat. After the Fabiola job she had more than enough funds for a bit of cosplay.

“Mary Poppins, but a dominatrix.” Monserrat said with a smirk at her reflection in her compact. It was easy to slip into the role as her heels clicked in the stone walkway. She primly rang the doorbell and waited with her hands crossed at the wrists.

The door was opened by a very disheveled Selena who looked up at Monserrat in her immaculate outfit and gasped. The Indian girl was wearing Victoria’s Secret PINK sweats and a t-shirt that both should have gone into the laundry yesterday. Her hair was a mess and there was a bit of an odor. Selena looked a little ill too. Her brow was furrowed like she had a headache and her skin looked a bit clammy.

“Ms. Rai, I assume?” Monserrat said, excited that her chosen role was perfect for the situation but keeping her tone formal and almost severe.

“Uh, who are… oh shit, I totally forgot I hired you.” The girl smacked herself on the forehead, flinching in pain. “I was wicked drunk last night.”

“Perhaps it was a cry for help.” Monserrat said dryly. “You could certainly use my services from what I’ve observed so far.”

“I uh.” Selena blinked bloodshot eyes at Monserrat. There was a tiny bit of recognition in her eyes but she didn’t seem to have figured out who exactly was at her door.

“Yes, you ‘uh’.” Monserrat said, wishing she had some glasses to glare over. “Now, shall I come in and put you back in order?”

“Uh, sure.” Selena shuffled out of the way as Monserrat strode in boldly. “What exactly did I hire you for again?”

“I’m your babysitter, Ms. Rai.” Monserrat took off her hat and gloves and hung them on the coat rack at the door. “You may refer to me as Ms. Navarrete.”

“Oh. Hot.” Selena licked her lips.

Monserrat looked Selena over deliberately, taking note of the girl’s blush as she was inspected. “You are a wreck. This won’t do at all.”

“S-sorry. I’m still super hung over and I just woke up like ten minutes ago.”

“I can see that. Come on, first order of business is to put things back in order, and then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Wait!” Selena hung back by the door. “What uh, what were you hired for like, specifically.”

“You want to discuss what authority I have?” Monserrat stepped close to Selena, forcing the girl up against the wall with sheer presence.

“From reviewing the job I was given, I’m here to take charge of you and enforce age-appropriate behavior. Appropriate to the age you’re behaving. While I’m here I’m in charge of your living environment, your clothing choices, your hygiene, feeding you, and discipline.”

Selena’s eyes were wide and her blush had extended all the way down her neck. “That’s a lot.”

“It is, but it’s what was requested. Believe me, young lady, I fully intend to personally make sure that you are clean and well behaved while I’m here. Also there was something about you having accidents. If that happens while I’m here, I’m prepared to take care of those as well.”

Selena was breathing heavily at this point. Monserrat smiled a little and put a finger under the girl’s chin.

“I am at the correct house, yes? You are Selena Rai? Do you agree that I’ve been hired for all of those things?”

Selena nodded a little against Monserrat’s finger in response to each question.

“In that case, if you know what is good for you, you’ll do as I say. Understood, Ms. Rai?”

With a gulp, Selena nodded again. “Yes Ms. Uh…”

“Navarrete.” Monserrat tapped Selena lightly on the cheek. “See that you remember it.”

From the horny, intense gaze in the girl’s eyes, Monserrat was sure she had made quite the impression. She snapped her fingers in front of Selena’s face to bring the girl out of her fantasies and pointed down the hall.

“Let’s see what state the house is in. Give me a tour Ms. Rai.”

“Yes Ms. Navarrete.”

Selena shuffled down the hall. Her posture was nervous and her head hanging down. Small wonder, considering that almost every room they went to was a mess. Most simply had a few belongings or clothes thrown carelessly around, but the kitchen, media room, and Selena’s bedroom were trashed.

The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off and somehow dirtied every plate and pot in the place. Half-eaten food and spilled drinks dominated the media room. The bedroom was on another level however. There was way more than a single night’s debauchery worth of mess there. There were piles of clothes on the floor, wet towels, and almost nothing in its place. It didn’t stink though, which meant this was a recent development.

“Surely you don’t live like this all the time.” Monserrat said disapprovingly.

“No uh, my parents are out of town for a week.”

“Lucky for them that you hired me.” Monserrat said. “Well, you have a lot of work to do. No time like the present.”

When Selena just stood there like a lump, Monserrat gave her a resounding smack on the rear. “Start with the clothes. Armful at a time to the laundry.”

“I have to clean it up all by myself?” Selena whimpered, rubbing her rear.

“If you’re a good girl I’ll help.” Monserrat said. “I haven’t seen much in the way of you being good yet though.”

If Selena thought her resentful glare would have any effect on Monserrat she was mistaken. It took four trips to get all the clothes down to the laundry. In light of the girl’s attitude, Monserrat confined her help to loading the washing machine and turning it on.

Next on the chores list was stripping the sheets from the bed and cleaning up the mess Selena had made of her makeup and nail polish. On her way back from yet another trip to the laundry room, Selena tried to take a detour. Monserrat grabbed the girl’s arm and sharply pulled her back toward the bedroom.

“We’re not even done with your bedroom yet, don’t go wandering off.”

“I have to pee.” Selena said petulantly.

“You have a lot of chores to do.” Monserrat corrected. “I’m sure you can hold it a while longer.”

Selena’s eyes widened in what was rapidly becoming Monserrat’s favorite expression on the girls she was sitting. A mixture of anger, disbelief, and arousal as they realized that Monserrat was not only serious about being in charge but was going to push their boundaries as well.

“Was I unclear? Get moving. You still have to pick up your shoes, put your books back on the shelf, and dust.”

“Dust?” Selena whined. It earned her another smack on the butt, hard enough to force yelp out of her. She scurried to her room.

“Can I go to the bathroom when my room is done?” Selena asked while she listlessly picked up her shoes.

“Perhaps if you get it done well, and quickly.” Monserrat stressed. “We don’t have all day for you to sandbag.”

With a gulp, Selena picked up the pace. It was amazing how fast she could move when she was properly motivated. Shoes were flying onto the shoe rack in the closet. Even so, in the short time it took her to pick them up she was already crossing her legs in discomfort.

It was a struggle for Selena to pick up her books, every time she had to bend down her control was tested. Monserrat waited until the last book was on the shelf and called Selena over to her.

“We’re almost ready to dust, but I think I saw some more mess under the bed. Get under there and grab those things please.”

“Uhhhh!” Selena whined in distress.

All it took was Monserrat raising her spanking hand for Selena to gingerly step over to her bed and carefully crouch down. The items that came out from under the bed should have earned Selena a spanking all on their own. A couple of soda cans, an ancient looking Tupperware container full of moldy something, and a pair of panties that were stained dark yellow at the crotch.

“Give me those.” Monserrat stood in the doorway, blocking Selena’s exit from the room.

Selena complied, standing slightly bent over in front of Monserrat with her hand pressed between her legs.

“This is disgusting.” Monserrat said. “This food has to be over a month old. And these panties. Don’t you have any control over yourself at all?”

“I’m sorry.” Selena whimpered, now in a full-on potty dance. “I really have to go, please.”

“You still have to dust.” Monserrat said. “Really there should be a spanking what was under your bed as well.”

“Noooo.” Selena flinched, her face turning scarlet. She writhed in place for a few more moments before her accident escaped her hand and blossomed across the crotch of her sweats.

Monserrat stood in judgmental gaze while Selena wet herself. The dark patch spread fast even though the absorbent sweat pants. It covered Selena’s crotch, butt, and her inner thighs completely. From the panting and pawing at her crotch that she was doing, Selena was clearly turned on.

Monserrat shook her head and sighed. “I can see you’re not a big girl at all. I’m not sure what your parents were thinking, leaving you home alone. Next time they’re out of town perhaps I should be here full time.”

“Oh god.” Selena squirmed, obviously turned on at the idea.

“In the meantime, we need to switch jobs now that you’re the dirtiest thing in the house.” Monserrat said, enjoying Selena’s blush.

“I believe I saw diapers hidden in your closet. Your parents don’t know that you can’t manage to be a big girl, do they?”

“Nu-no.” Selena said.

Monserrat squatted down and unceremoniously pulled down Selena’s sweat pants and panties. Ignoring the girl’s outraged squawk, she grabbed Selena’s hand and pulled her down. Finding Selena obedient enough at the moment, Monserrat arranged the girl into a cross-legged sit and put her arms behind her back.

“Now, while I get things ready to clean you up, you sit here and think about what you just did.” Monserrat put Selena’s sopping panties on one of her knees and the old stained ones on the other.

Selena wrinkled her nose and opened her mouth to protest.

“Hush.” Monserrat said. “You sit right here and be quiet. If you can’t be quiet, one of those pairs of panties is going in your mouth. If you move from this spot, your rear will be a lot darker color than these.” Monserrat held up the darker pink of the wet sweats for emphasis.

Mouth open in disbelief but eyes wide with arousal, Selena managed to swallow whatever she was going to say. Monserrat patted her approvingly on the head and left to run a bath.

It was pleasing to see that Selena hadn’t moved from the spot when Monserrat returned, though it might have been fun to make good on that spanking. It was still a good time to march the girl down the hall and dunk her in the bath.

Ignoring Selena’s protests, Monserrat took off her blazer and set to washing the girl thoroughly. From toes to hair, every inch of Selena got scrubbed. She was fussy when Monserrat cleaned her ears with a washcloth and squirmy when her privates were washed.

Once the little girl was clean Monserrat insisted on drying her as well, and standing her naked at the sink. The thing that finally made Selena protest was Monserrat putting paste on a toothbrush and ordering the girl to open her mouth.

“I can brush my own teeth!”

“I didn’t ask if you could, I told you to open your mouth.” Monserrat said, holding the brush to Selena’s lips.

“NO!” Selena screamed, the sound echoing off the bathroom’s tiled walls.

Monserrat dropped the toothbrush on the counter and grabbed Selena’s arm. The girl was trying to pull away but she was off guard and slow. She was totally unprepared for Monserrat’s next move. Yanking Selena off-balance, Monserrat stepped over to the toilet and sat on the closed lid. The downward motion pulled Selena further off balance and threw her downward to land on Monserrat’s lap.

Well before Selena could register what happened, Monserrat had both of the girl’s arms behind her back. As soon as Monserrat established a firm grip on the girl’s forearms with one hand, she pinched Selena’s butt with the other.

“Ow! Hey! Let me go!”

“When I arrived you were acting about thirteen.” Monserrat said. “Your accident lowered that to about six. If this tantrum keeps up I’ll treat you like the two year old you’re behaving as.”

Selena quivered but stopped fighting Monserrat. “A-are you going to spank me?”

“That’s right. You’ve more than earned a punishment. If you can take it like a good girl then I think we can stop at six. I’d prefer that, since there’s a lot more games we can play and it’s a pain to puree the vegetables for your dinner.”

“Puree…” Selena made a very little-sounding yuck sound.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“What’s the punishment?” Selena asked petulantly. “Is it just a spanking?”

“Yes, though after your accident I’m going to have to put you in diapers as well.”

“And then I have to clean more?” Selena pouted.

“Toddlers don’t usually do too many chores, though I think you could at least pick up your clothes and toys you have scattered around.”

That brightened Selena’s expression. She even lifted her rear a little. “Okay, I’ll be good.”

That happy spark vanished fast in the face of the spanking. Monserrat started slow, working her hand evenly across the girl’s cheeks. Even as mild as it was, Selena whined and yelped a lot. As the spanking grew more intense, those yelps became moans. The whining became less about begging Monserrat to stop and more about begging her to touch Selena differently.

By the time Selena’s butt matched the shade of her sweats she was desperate. Her sex glistened and she was panting.

“Please, Ms. Navarrete, please, please let me come.”

Monserrat stroked Selena’s butt gently. “Oh no, not during a punishment. If you’re a good girl later, Selena, that could be a fun reward.”

“What happened to Ms. Rai?” Selena asked. Severe frustration from the denial was obvious in her tone.

“Oh no, you’re much too little for me to address you that way. Now, let’s get you in a diaper so that you don’t ruin the furniture with your next accident.”

This time Selena allowed Monserrat to brush her teeth for her. Pouting for all she was worth, the little girl obediently followed Monserrat back to her bedroom. Since there was no changing blanket, Monserrat put down a towel instead. One of Selena’s secret diapers went under her while Monserrat rubbed lotion over her pink rear.

“Now, as I understand it you only have potty accidents. So if you need to go number two, just tell me and I’ll take you to the potty.” That had been specified as a hard boundary in the job description, which was fine with Monserrat. It had pushed her own boundaries a bit to deal with Fabiola’s mess.

“Yes Ms. Navarrete.” Selena said.

“What a good girl you’re being right now.” Monserrat said as she applied the powder. “Perhaps I should have spanked you right when I arrived.”

“You can spank me whenever you want.” Selena said with a horny squirm.

“Oh?”

“If it’s not a punishment then I can get my reward after, right?”

Monserrat pulled the diaper closed and set the tapes. She was getting good at it. The diaper was nice and taut across Selena without being too tight.

“Does that mean I can spank you even if I’m not babysitting you?” Monserrat teased, figuring she should really alert her client to the fact that she was going to run into Monserrat in class.

“Huh?”

“At school.” Monserrat said. “We’re both in Dr. Rencher’s Solid Mechanics.”

Selena froze momentarily. As her blush started she clapped her hands to her face, belatedly bringing one down to cover her breasts.

“It’s okay hon. I won’t tell anyone about our session.” Monserrat said. “Also, I’ve already seen – and touched everything.” She lightly tugged on Selena’s arm, without uncovering the girl.

“I can’t believe I hired a classmate.” Selena said in a strangled voice.

“You hired Ms. Navarrete, who is a nanny trained in the British style.” Monserrat said. “Ms. Navarrete is going to get you dressed and make you clean up the clothes you threw everywhere while she puts the kitchen in order. Then she’s going to make you some lunch.”

Selena peeked hesitantly at Monserrat. “You really won’t tell?”

“Of course not. What kind of a babysitter would I be if I did that?”

“Would you really spank me um, other times?”

Monserrate chuckled and gently rubbed Selena’s belly. “I think that might be a problem for our working relationship. I’m poly, but mixing two kinds of relationship is still a bad idea. I was teasing you before.”

“Oh.”

It was quite flattering to hear Selena so disappointed. Monserrat pulled the girl closer and sat her up for a hug.

“You’re free to hire me to sit you any time your parents are out of town.”

“You’d do it – a lot?”

“I’m having fun so far.” Monserrat said. “Seems like you are too.”

“Yeah.” Selena smiled shyly. “Um, what can I do with you?”

“Mmm, good question. We didn’t work that out when the job was set up.”

“I didn’t realize you’d be hot.” Selena said, turning her face to Monserrat with a look of longing. “Can I kiss you?”

“Let’s set some overall boundaries for behavior.” Monserrat said. “I know, it’s not sexy, but it will prevent problems. Are you asking to turn this scene from a discipline and caregiving scene into a sexual one?”

“I don’t know.” Selena looked down. “I just really want to kiss you. You’re really good at pushing my buttons by being dominant. I like making a top feel good.”

Monserrat pulled Selena onto her lap and thought about it seriously. That the girl was sexy was not in doubt, but it was also the least important factor. She had explicitly gotten into EscortQuest because of the promise of not having to sleep with her clients. It was one thing to get someone off in a wet diaper during a scene, but a whole other to have actual sex.

For one thing, there were her partners to think about. She’d alerted them to what she was planning to do when she signed up for EscortQuest and they’d talked about boundaries. It wouldn’t be the end of the world to do a post-sex renegotiation for them, but it also wasn’t the way that Monserrat liked to do things.

“I think for today for sure the answer is no.” Monserrat said. “It will probably be no in the future as well, but it’s something we can talk about.”

“I wish I’d asked you out instead of hiring you.” Selena grumped.

“If you had, we wouldn’t have been totally focused on your fantasy and we would have had to have a long talk about my lifestyle, the other people in it, and what our expectations for each other were.”

Selena sighed, bumping her head against Monserrat’s shoulder.

“I know, it brings things down to talk about it, but it also keeps people safe.” Monserrat said. “Do you want to go back to the scene? Do you have any changes you want to make when we do?”

“Is it okay if I get off?” Selena asked.

“That is totally okay.” Monserrat agreed. “I can help you get there too, within my limits.”

“I really like wetting.” Selena said softly.

“I noticed. I can keep you hydrated.”

“I like it when you’re bossy.” Selena said, squirming a little. Her voice was falling into the slightly higher tone she’d used after Monserrat had initially taken charge.

“I am not bossy.” Monserrat declared. “I am your babysitter and I am in charge.” She was rewarded by seeing Selena’s nipples perk up.

“I want to wear my swimsuit.” Selena said defiantly.

“That’s not an appropriate outfit. You’ll wear a nice skirt and blouse or I’ll put you in those footie pajamas I saw in your closet.”

“Yes Ms. Navarrete.” Selena said in faux disappointment.

It took a while of combing through Selena’s extensive wardrobe to find something suitable. Monserrat was able to find a simple white blouse and blue skirt that were nicely childish. With Selena forbidden to wear makeup and her hair in pigtails the illusion was very good indeed.

Setting Selena to clean up the odds and ends left Monserrat with a lot more dishes than she’d anticipated doing. It was a good reminder though that as much fun as these gigs had been, they were still work. Things had escalated from Amira to Fabiola. Monserrat was glad she had pulled back from escalating yet again with Selena.

All in all, getting the house clean and some lunch into Selena was a good reset for the scene. One of Ms. Navarrete’s strict rules include a bottle of water that Selena had to carry with her everywhere and drain hourly. When Selena started up her potty dance again, Monserrat pretended not to notice.

“Alright, that’s lunch cleaned up, I think we can finally do something fun. What would you like to do, Selena?”

“Can we play dolls?” Selena asked.

“Of course sweetie.” Monserrat said with a smile. “How do you like to play? Tea party? House? Adventure? Something else?”

“Adventure?” Selena asked, intrigued.

“Well I don’t know about you, but when I was your age, my dollies went on adventures.” Monserrat said as Selena guided her over to a bin of dolls.

There were barbies, some plastic dinosaurs, and some assorted baby dolls in the bin. It was clearly supposed to be an ‘old toys’ bin, but too well organized for discarded toys.

“Adventure sounds fun, let’s do adventure!” Selena plopped down on her padded butt, biting her lip and crossing her legs for a moment.

Monserrat continued to ignore what she figured was a minor accident and pulled the dinosaurs out of the bin. “I think these are a decent size to play with the barbies. Do you think the barbies found a time machine?”

“Ooh yeah!” Selena eagerly grabbed several barbies. “This one is Kendra, she’s a scientist.”

“Is everyone impressed with her time machine, or did she send them back in time by accident?”

“Accident!” Selena said with a giggle. That giggle quickly ended when Selena blushed and grabbed her crotch.

“Uh oh, did you have an accident too?”

Unable to respond right away, Selena squirmed and spread her legs.

“Oh my, you’re still going.” Monserrat scooted closer and pushed Selena’s legs further apart. The diaper was bulking up fast, as expected after Selena had polished off three bottles of water.

“There’s so much!” Selena whimpered with desire.

“You are quite the potty-pants.” Monserrat said. “Maybe you should at least be in daycare when your parents aren’t around.”

The diaper began to sag and fill in the rear as well as the crotch. Monserrat half-guided, half-lifted Selena to her feet and made the girl hold her skirt while they watched the diaper fill up.

“It’s sagging way down between your legs.” Monserrat said, enjoying the little moans she was getting out of Selena with each of her prodding comments.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Selena whined.

“That’s okay hon, you’re only in trouble if you have an accident in your panties. If you have an accident when you’re wearing protection it just means you should be in diapers a lot more.”

That idea clearly appealed to Selena. She leaned into Monserrat and rubbed gently against her babysitter.

“Do you have a toy that you like to play with when you’re wet?” Monserrat said, guessing the answer would be yes.

A very horny Selena lead Monserrat to her bedroom as fast as she could waddle and squish in the saturated diaper. While Monserrat got the wand plugged in, Selena sat on the floor and rubbed at the swollen padding on her crotch.

“Now, now, none of that.” Monserrat said. She sat spread-legged and pulled Selena between her legs, facing outward. “Give me your hands.”

Monserrat tied Selena’s arms back with a length of bathrobe-belt and wrapped an arm around the girl’s torso to hold her firmly.

“Oh god, please Ms. Navarrete. Please let me come.”

“What kind of girl gets that sort of reward?” Monserrat asked, lightly rubbing the wand against Selena’s crotch without turning it on.

“Good girls!” Selena cried out desperately.

“Are you a good girl Selena?” Monserrat pressed in with the wand, still refusing to turn it on.

“Yes, I’m a good girl!”

“Really? Are you a good girl for your babysitter? Are you a good girl for me?”

“Yes! Oh please yes!” Selena arched her back and struggled against Monserrat’s hold. “I’m a good girl for you. Please let me come.”

“You’re right.” Monserrat said low in Selena’s ear. “You’re my good girl.”

The vibrating wand snapped on and buzzed into the soaking padding. Instantly Selena was moaning and writhing in Monserrat’s grasp. All it took was Monserrat to pinch one of Selena’s nipples through her blouse for the girl to scream and shudder. Sensing that she had a lot more in her, especially after all the buildup, Monserrat pressed harder with the wand. She stroked and lightly pinched Selena’s chest through the blouse, even nipped at the back of her neck lightly.

Three more times Selena shuddered and cried out. Hearing Selena’s voice go hoarse on the fourth orgasm, Monserrat turned the wand down, waited a few moments and shut it off entirely. She held the girl tight while they rode out Selena’s aftershocks or additional little orgasms together.

“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Selena said, sweaty and disheveled. She turned around in Monserrat’s grasp to rub her chest against Monchi’s. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do something for you? I can go down on you, fuck you, whatever you want.”

Hearing that from a bound, radiant, thoroughly dominated girl was a hell of a temptation. For just a moment Monserrat entertained the idea of pulling her skirt up, her panties aside, and shoving Selena’s face between her legs. More than a moment, really.

Instead, she got her breathing under control and stroked Selena’s hair. “That – sounds incredible, but we can’t do it today.”

“Any time you want.” Selena said, resting her head on Monserrat’s chest.

Monserrat laughed and untied Selena’s arms. She lowered the girl until her head was resting in the babysitter’s lap and went back to stroking her head.

“Do you want me to clean you up?”

“Actually no, if that’s okay.” Selena sighed happily, beyond embarrassment in her afterglow. “I like to sit in the wet for a while.”

“Whatever you want.” Monserrat smiled. “Our time is almost up though.”

“I know.” Selena sighed and nuzzled Monserrat’s leg. “You’re turned on, I can smell you. Are you sure you don’t want me?”

“I DO want you, you little minx.” Monserrat said. “I told you it’s not happening today. Stop asking.”

“Yes Mistress.” Selena said. “Someday though?”

“Maybe. Very maybe. Don’t push your luck.”

“Yes Mistress. Sorry.”

“You’re fine. I know you’re a little dazed right now.”

Selena relaxed and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of Monserrat and luxuriating in the happy chemicals.

“When do your parents get back?”

“Tonight.” Selena said.

“I totally saved your butt with the cleaning.” Monserrat chuckled.

“Yeah, you did.” Selena caressed Monserrat’s leg.

“You obviously are not responsible enough to be on your own. You’d better hire me next time they’re out of town.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Yes Mistress.” Selena said. “They have a long weekend in a couple of weeks.”

“Send me the details so I can put it on my calendar.”

“I will.”

Reluctantly they disengaged. Monserrat collected her blazer and purse. Selena waited by the door, arms out for a hug. To the little girl’s surprise and delight, Monserrat lifted her up, squishing her diaper against her butt and holding her close.

“You’re the best babysitter.”

“I’m trying to be. Tell your friends.”

“Yes Ms. Navarrete.”

“Good girl. Be good until your parents come home, you hear?” Monserrat smiled at Selena’s answering nod and kissed her on the cheek.

“See you in class.” Selena said with a giggle.

“See you in class, little girl.”

—–

Back in her car, Monserrat took a big swig of her gross, stale coffee to clear the traitorous demands of her body from her mind. It had been hard to walk out of there right down to the end.

“Right on time girl!” Clarissa said, picking up Monserrat’s call.

“Yeah, another job aced.”

“You okay? You sound kinda off.”

“I caught feelings. Horny feelings.”

“What’s this? Didn’t you watch Pretty Woman? Don’t kiss them on the mouth.”

“I said horny feelings, jackass.” Monserrat chuckled.

“She was that hot huh?”

“I’d love to see how much control you have listening to a submissive girl beg to eat your pussy.”

“Fuck.” Clarissa grunted. “Are you sure you can’t tell me who you just saw?”

“Positive.”

“Well maybe you will get to see me in that situation. Do you want me with you on the group job? I signed up for the app.”

“No shit? You’re really serious about this?”

“Yeah, I turned in the STD test results and everything.”

“And they still cleared you?”

“Oh shit, Monchi has claws! You are choked for that girl.”

“Shut up. Maybe I am. I’m going straight home and I’m going to pounce Jenna.”

“Haha, I’d warn her but it’ll be way funnier if I don’t.”

“Anyway, text me your name on the app and I’ll friend you.”

“Will do. Hey uh, can we meet to talk for real about the stuff you do?”

“Feeling nervous?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“No worries, I got you.”

“Thanks girl. Go wear out your girlfriend.”

“Oh, I will.” Monserrat laughed, closing the call.