The original story was cc's.  He sent it to me with blanket 
permission "to add, revise, and break up into chapters."

So I did.  Extensively.







                     STRESS MANAGEMENT       

                             by

                   C. Lakewood and c532c 



Part 1

Kumiko Frost led a stressful life.  At 24, she was an entry-level 
manager -- on the fast track to make mid-level before she turned 
30 -- for a small but prestigious PR firm, McMahon and Tate.  And, 
as such, she was expected to perform on a high plane for long 
hours and to uphold both the profitability and the spotless 
reputation of the company.
 
She had recently married an American, but she was still only 
a resident alien.  And, though she had gone to college in the 
United States, it was also true that Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, 
was very different from L.A., where she now lived.

Finally, at her age she lacked the variety of life experiences 
that might have made her more capable of shrugging off the 
accumulating stress.  

She wondered if she could ever achieve traditional Japanese 
serenity in this very untraditional, go-go Western world of 
business.  Still, she did try.  And, when she heard about the 
new public swimming pool that was only a short drive from the 
ultra-modern office building where she worked, she decided it 
might be a relaxing alternative for her lunch hour that 
Friday....

The drive to the pool was a quick one.  After steering her new, 
champagne-colored Lexus into a parking space, she realized that 
she had no idea how trustworthy the pool's security might be.  
So she tucked her car key into a hidden pocket in her jacket and 
locked her valuables (watch, jewelry, cell phone, credit cards, 
ID, and most of her money) in the trunk.  With her towel, swimsuit, 
and just enough money to pay the pool fee, she strutted across 
the parking lot in her smart business attire -- jade green 
designer skirtsuit, white silk blouse, heels, and hose.  She 
self-consciously preened, caressing the posh fabric of her 
suit.  (The garment, tailor-made and very expensive, was so 
much more appropriate than anything she could ever find among 
the "junior petites," where she'd had to shop during her college 
years.)  Her makeup was impeccable, and her long hair was pinned 
up in back in a French roll.  

In the changing room, she undressed at a locker near the showers.  
The place was full of jabbering girls, apparently a college 
freshman swim team.  Kumiko felt awkward and more than a little 
self-conscious as she removed her sophisticated outfit, because, 
without it, those girls all looked much more mature than her, even 
though they were each perhaps five years younger.  (Small, thin, 
and nearly flat-chested, she was a bit less than 5' tall, 30-22-31, 
and quite devoid of pubic hair.)

She frowned at a sign that read, 

	EVERYONE MUST SHOWER BEFORE ENTERING POOL AREA  

Unaware that most people showered in their swimsuits, she left her 
towel, suit, and locker key on the bench and walked into the 
shower room nude. 

The shower area was steamy and crowded.  Kumiko shifted nervously 
about, waiting her turn, and feeling very shy and vulnerable.  
Then she was jostled aside by a couple of trashy young women 
pushing in front of her.  One of them laughed, "You can just 
wait, little girl.  We're in a hurry."  Kumiko fumed, but held 
her tongue as the girls went on to speculate about her age.  One 
said that she looked about 14, but the other insisted she was no 
more than 12.  

Finally, showered and soaking wet, Kumiko padded on bare feet back 
to the locker...only to find it open...and the two trashy girls 
pawing through her clothes! 

"Hey!  Those are mine!" 

"Don't be silly, little girl.  These must belong to a grown-up.  
Now go on and get dressed while we take 'em to the lost and found." 

"But they're MINE!" 

Luanne Jefferson, the stout black woman who was in charge of the 
women's changing room, was attracted by the commotion.  She bustled 
up and curtly told Kumiko to stop her nonsense and go get dressed. 

"But I haven't any clothes!  They took everything!"  

"These are NOT your clothes, little girl," Luanne said firmly.  
"Someone's going to be coming in and claiming them!"  

Kumiko gulped, knowing she had no ID with her -- or, indeed, 
anything else.

"But I-I'm N-NAKED!" she wailed, hugging herself in embarrassment.

"Well, there must be something here...."  Obviously ticked off, 
Luanne rooted through a battered cardboard box and finally came 
up with a pair of training pants with "Finding Nemo" pictures on 
them, and a really TINY t-shirt. 

"I can't wear that stuff!  I'm an adult!" 

"You can wear these things or go naked, little girl."  When Kumiko 
reluctantly reached for them, Luanne nodded.  "Here, let me fix 
your hair...."  She arranged Kumiko's long hair into two pig-tails.  
"There.  Isn't that cute?  Now go on out to the pool!"  And she 
pushed poor Kumiko out into the pool area. 

The adults and the college girls smiled condescendingly at the 
little girl dressed like a toddler.  The trailer park girls 
laughed outright at her appearance and speculated loudly about 
how she was probably being punished for some childish misbehavior. 

Kumiko blushed furiously and wondered what to do.  Maybe if she 
could get to a phone?  She looked around for one, took a few 
steps.... 

Suddenly a bunch of rough-housing boys bumped into her, knocking 
her to the edge of the pool.  As she teetered on the brink, one 
of them grabbed her t-shirt.... 

R-I-I-P-P-P!

She felt the flimsy t-shirt tear away and then immediately a 
sudden chill as she toppled head first into the waist-deep 
water, bare feet waving comically in the air.  Coughing, 
blinking, and spitting chlorinated water, she stood up to 
discover herself topless in a public pool. 

"Ooooo!"  Blushing furiously, she flung her arms over her tiny tits 
and floundered toward the shallow end, with the idea of scrambling 
out of the pool.  But she hadn't considered her brightly-colored 
training pants -- which now filled with water.
 
As Kumiko ran into the shallows, the pants sagged down over her 
narrow hips, slid over her pert little bottom, and finally slipped 
down her scissoring legs, tangling around her ankles.  She tripped 
awkwardly on them and went face-down with a "splash!" near the edge 
of the pool -- right where the two girls who had started all this 
were standing. 

"Be careful, little girl!" the red-head snapped. 
 
"Can't you watch where you're going, stupid kid?" the stocky 
bottle-blonde admonished.  "And you're not supposed to swim 
naked!"  

Kumiko looked down at herself, horrified -- totally naked in front 
of all these staring people.  She clasped one hand over her smooth 
crotch, crossed the other forearm over her chest, and ran for the 
changing room. 

Or, rather, she TRIED to run.  Within half a dozen steps, a 
lifeguard grabbed her arm. 

"Hey, little girl!  No Running!" 

"But-but...."  Embarrassed by her nudity, ashamed of her girlish 
appearance, and totally humiliated by her sudden loss of adult 
status, Kumiko blurted out the obvious yet again.  "But I'm-I'm 
na-aked!" she squealed. 

Heads turned. 

Grown-ups grinned. 

College kids laughed. 

The lifeguard glowered as more and more people stared. 

"I can see that you're naked, you silly kid.  Now get into the 
changing room....  BUT WALK!" 

Blushing from head to toe (as everyone could see), steaming 
inwardly, and still clutching her hands over herself for some 
semblance of modesty, Kumiko trotted obediently into the changing 
room. 

Inside, Luanne frowned at seeing this pesky little brat once more 
-- and naked again. 

"What is this?" she growled suspiciously.  "Are you trying to work 
some con, little girl?" 

"Pleeese!" Kumiko wailed in frustration, seeing her adult business 
suit hanging neatly in Lost and Found -- just out of reach.  "Give 
me my clothes back!" 

"And what happened to the clothes I just gave you, young lady?  
If you can't take care of things any better than that, you're 
certainly not ready for nice grown-up things." 

"Please!" Kumiko wailed again.  "Can't you see I'm naked?" 

"I see a little girl trying to cover up what she hasn't got," 
Luanne said, firmly.  "But I suppose I can find you something...."  
She shrugged and opened a cabinet drawer.  Here...put this on." 

It was a disposable diaper. 

"NO!" Kumiko screamed.  "Not a diaper!  I won't wear that.  
I WON'T!"  She stamped her bare foot and hopped about in a 
childish tantrum, while still trying to cover her nudity.  
People in the changing room turned and stared at the sight 
of a naked little girl defying the woman in charge. 

Then.... 

The next thing she knew, Kumiko was being hauled across Luanne's 
ample lap, bottom-up! 

Slap! 

"Oooww!" 

"So you're too old for diapers, eh?" 

Slapp! 

"Eeee!  Stop it, you-you fat bitch!" 

"Smart mouth, too, huh?" 

Swackk! 

"Ooooo!  Don't!"

Smack! 

"Aaah!  Please!  Please stop!" 

"NOW will you wear what I give you, girl?" 

"YES!  Yes, I will!  I'll do anything!  Please!" 

		******************************  

An hour later, Kumiko was sitting alone in the play area reserved 
for little children at the pool, where the pre-schoolers were to 
be supervised by pool staff.  She huddled in a corner of the big 
pen, wearing nothing but a diaper, striving to get a grip on 
herself.  But she was so humiliated, having "lost face" to such 
an extent, that it was difficult to think straight. 

She had, however, at last realized something that had been drifting 
about in the back of her mind like a half-submerged log for a long 
time, but which she had never articulated, even to herself.  
Without her status symbols -- her power suit, high heels, Rolex, 
Blackberry, Lexus, and all the other accoutrements of power -- she 
was simply incapable of projecting authority.  Without them, either 
literally or figuratively naked, she might as well have been the 
child that everyone was treating her as.   

Increasingly stressed out, desperate, and depressed, but having 
been given permission to "phone home," Kumiko had tried to get 
hold of her husband, but there was no answer on the land line, 
and his cell phone was out of range.  Nor could she reach any 
of her few friends.  In the end, she'd had to call her work-place. 

So it was that her young assistant, busty Stephanie Simon, 
eventually found her boss, naked save for a diaper, crouched 
in a play-pen. 

"Stephanie!" Kumiko hissed in a low voice, totally ashamed of being 
seen this way by a low-level underling.  "Get my clothes!  And get 
me out of here!  My clothes, the key to my car...everything's...." 

Stephanie signalled her to be quiet. 

"Yeah, this is the girl I'm baby-sitting," she told the woman in 
charge.  "She slipped away from me and snuck off to the pool." 

"A brat, eh?  Well, I think you should take her home dressed just 
like that." 

"Good idea." 

As Stephanie led Kumiko off by the hand, she whispered, "I know 
this is embarrassing, but I'm afraid if we told everyone you're 
really an executive at McMahon and Tate, it'd reflect badly on 
the firm.  Right now, you're merely some anonymous delinquent.  
Let's just get you out of here...." 

Kumiko cringed at being led around in nothing but a diaper in front 
of all these people, but she knew that Stephanie was right.   

Stephanie didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, however, as she 
led Kumiko along.  Moreover, once outside, they couldn't get into 
Kumiko's car, and Stephanie's didn't have enough gas to drive all 
the way out to Kumiko's suburban neighborhood. 

"We'll have to go to my apartment and get gas money," Stephanie 
said.  "Don't worry.  You'll fit right in.  I babysit little kids 
every weekend for extra money."  

She glanced at Kumiko and gloated silently.  Energetic and 
fastidious, Kumiko was considered by most in the office as a 
pretty good boss, if sometimes too punctilious.  But Stephanie 
had taken an immediate dislike to her -- indeed, she had always 
tended to resent taking orders from anyone, much less an "alien 
runt" like Kumiko.  And she was determined to make the most of 
this unexpected situation. 

Kumiko felt increasingly helpless as Stephanie drove them out of 
the pool parking lot, farther away from her clothes, her car, her 
money, her ID...and everything else that could confirm her as an 
adult.  Clad in nothing but a disposable diaper, she crouched in 
the back of the car as Stephanie blithely steered them through 
the downtown traffic. 

		******************************

Stephanie was renting a modest house on a tree-lined street in a 
quiet neighborhood -- but it seemed far too busy and crowded for 
Kumiko's comfort, as Stephanie parked and gestured for her to get 
out of the car. 

"But I'm practically naked!" Kumiko protested, looking desperately 
up and down the street.  "Someone will see me like this!  Can't 
you bring me out a dress or something?" 

"Someone certainly WILL see you if you stay out here in the car," 
Stephanie said.  "Now get your little heinie in gear and come 
inside.  No one will see anything if you don't dawdle.  After all, 
your bottom's well-covered, and you can cross your arms over your 
chest...not that you have much of anything to hide up there." 

Kumiko fumed inwardly at the slighting comment on her flatness, 
but she obediently scrambled out of the car and dogged Stephanie's 
all-too-slow footsteps from the curb to her front door.  There 
Stephanie spent an inordinate amount of time fumbling her keys 
while poor Kumiko practically danced on the front step beside her. 

At last, however, they got inside. 

"Thank god!" Kumiko sighed.  "Now, please get me something to 
wear."  She stood trembling, knees half-bent, arms over her 
chest, and it was all Stephanie could do to keep from laughing 
out loud at the sight. 

"I don't think I have anything that will fit you," she said, 
doubtfully.  "But I'll go check my closet.  You wait here...and 
be a good girl." 

Stephanie was gone for several minutes.  Kumiko huddled miserably 
on the couch until she noticed the telephone.  Though Jack was 
planning to spend the weekend at a family reunion, he surely 
wouldn't have left yet, so she decided to try calling him again.  

After half a dozen rings, a breathy female voice answered.  Kumiko 
hesitated.  Of all the people in the world, the last person she 
wanted to speak to now (as always) was Valerie Fiore -- "Cousin 
Valerie."  Kumiko had never really gotten along well with Jack's 
family, but she was particularly at odds with Valerie.  (In fact, 
Valerie wasn't actually a relative at all.  Her parents and Jack's 
had been close for years, and, for a long time, everyone had 
assumed that they would marry some day.  It was an open secret 
that Valerie still had designs on him.) 

"Um...Valerie?  It's Kumiko.  Let me speak to Jack....  Please."

"Sorry.  He's busy packing right now.  We'll be heading out 
shortly."

"It's important that I speak to him."

"I SAID he's busy.  But...maybe I can help.  What's the problem?" 

Kumiko just then caught sight of herself in the big mirror over the 
fireplace -- wearing nothing but a diaper, with her hair still in 
childish pig-tails -- and realized she was in no position to make 
demands.  

"Well, c-could you...um...bring me s-some clothes, please?" she 
meekly asked. 

"Clothes?  Why?  What happened to the clothes you wore to work 
today?" 

Kumiko hesitated, wondering how to explain everything to this 
bitch...when suddenly the receiver was pulled from her grip.  

Stephanie had heard enough of the conversation on the extension 
to be able to guess what the relationship between the two women 
was like...and so she knew just the tack to take. 

"This is Stephanie Simon.  I work with Kumiko.  And...um...I'm 
afraid our little girl has lost all her clothes at a pool." 

Kumiko reddened at the sound of laughter coming from the phone. 

"ALL her clothes?"

"That's right," Stephanie answered.  "Everything from purse to 
panties!  I guess the silly little twit went into the showers 
naked -- that's right, naked! -- and when she got back to her 
locker, no one would believe those adult clothes were hers.  
Can you imagine?  Well, I guess you're right.  She DOES look 
awfully immature, pre-adolescent maybe....  But apparently 
the lady in charge made her wear a toddler's things....  Yes, 
but then she even lost THAT, and all they gave her then was a 
spanking and a diaper....  That's right: a bare-bottom spanking, 
right out in public.  Can't you just picture it?" 

Kumiko wished she could melt right through the floor, hearing this 
young snip and hateful "Cousin Valerie" laugh so at her misfortune.  
But all she could do was crouch pigeon-toed in her diaper, knees 
bent and arms hugging herself. 

Stephanie chuckled and said, "Yess, I suppose I could....  I DO 
babysit here....  How much?  How long?  OKAY!  It's 949 Peach 
Street....  Right.  I'll see you then.  I do so look forward to 
meeting you." 

And she hung up the phone. 

"That nice Miss Valerie said she'd bring you some clothes," she 
said, rather condescendingly, to Kumiko.  "But, in the meantime, 
you'll have to wait here and be good.  It was very naughty of you 
to use my phone without permission, you know." 

That was the last straw.  Shamed beyond endurance, Kumiko exploded. 

"GIVE ME SOME CLOTHES!" she shrieked.  "I'm NOT a little girl!  I'm 
your boss, and I WON'T be treated like this!  I shouldn't be stuck 
here in just this awful diaper!  I want my own clothes back...and 
my keys and money and phone and ID!  And you better start acting 
like the underling that you are.  Don't you DARE tell me how to 
behave!" 

"Okay," Stephanie smiled.  She grabbed Kumiko's ear and tugged 
her over to the back door. 

"Ouch!  EEEK!" 

"My house, my rules.  And, if you don't want to behave, young 
lady, you can just leave." 

She flung open the back door and pushed Kumiko through and outside.  
Kumiko was stunned.  And, as she staggered across the tiny rear  
porch, she felt Stephanie grasp the back of her diaper...heard 
the sibilant "rrassspp!" as the tape parted...felt the godawful 
"swisshh!" between her thighs as the diaper was pulled completely 
away.  By the time she could collect herself, the door was shut 
again, and she was standing in Stephanie's sunny back yard...NAKED. 

"Oooo!"
 
She climbed back onto the porch and, finding the door locked, 
dropped to a half-crouch and danced about on the hot concrete, 
glancing wildly around to see just how bad her situation was.
 
Stephanie's back yard was a small one, filled with typical suburban 
stuff -- a play house, kiddie toys, a swing-set, and a sandbox.  
There was a waist-high hedge around it that might offer her SOME 
protection...but not while she was up there on the porch, where 
anyone in the neighboring yards or walking down the sidewalk could 
see her -- all of her!

Quickly, she hopped off the step and crouched down in the bushes, 
looking imploringly up at Stephanie, who was standing regally 
behind the door. 

"Pleeeese let me in!" 

"I thought you didn't want to stay here with me, little girl." 

"Ohhh, but-but I'm naked out here!" 

"And whose fault is that, young lady?" 

"Ohhhh!  MINE!  It's my fault!  Now please let me in!" 

"Do you promise to obey all the rules and do as I tell you?" 

"Yes, ANYTHING!" 

"Promise?  I mean, it's a very important decision, little girl, 
and I don't want you just rushing into it...." 

"YES!  I Promise!  I'll do whatever you tell me!" 

"Very well."  Stephanie smiled triumphantly.  "You do just as 
you're told, and I'll keep you safe.  For starters, I want you 
to go out there and play in the sandbox till 'Aunt Valerie' gets 
here." 

"But-but...." 

The look in Stephanie's eye quieted Kumiko instantly.  Defeated, 
she scurried to the sandbox (which was ALMOST hidden by the 
hedges) and began listlessly pushing the sand around. 

Crouching in an outdoor sandbox...completely naked...miles from 
home...and at the mercy of a resentful junior, Kumiko wondered 
miserably how things could possibly get any worse.

"I told you to PLAY in the sand, young lady," Stephanie called 
sternly.  "Are you going to mind, or must I take you out to the 
front yard and give you another public spanking?"

Disconsolately, Kumiko picked up a gaudy plastic bucket and a tiny 
shovel and and began making sand castles.  The white sand felt 
gritty on her bare bottom, so she had to squat.  Even so, she just 
knew that it was getting into places it shouldn't...but she also 
knew she had no choice.  She MUSTN'T get Stephanie any madder, so 
she HAD to stay here till Valerie arrived with her clothes.

		******************************

Part 2

Time passed as Kumiko continued fooling around in the sandbox, 
bent low to hide her nakedness from neighbors and passersby.  
She tried to calm herself, to soothe her frazzled nerves, to 
form some sort of plan.  If she could just get something halfway 
decent to wear, she should be able to escape somehow, and then....
   
Hearing voices approaching along the sidewalk, just on the other 
side of the low hedge, she tried to scrunch herself into the 
smallest ball possible and, scarcely daring to look up, peered 
nervously through the hedge.

Two middle-aged women, apparently neighborhood ladies, were 
strolling along and gossiping animatedly.  She knew they 
might glimpse her if they chanced to glance her way.

"Oh god!  They're LOOKING!  They're seeing me n-naked!" 

But they weren't really seeing much.  As they passed by, one of 
them remarked, "I guess that Stephanie Whats-her-name's got a 
new kid staying over."

"Stephanie Simon.  Yes, well, good luck to her.  I'm happy that I 
have an empty nest at last."

Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief as the women moved on down the 
street.

Then she glanced back at the house...and saw Valerie standing 
there.  Rescue!

Well, not quite.
 
Valerie was in fact standing on the porch with her digital camera 
and snapping photos...photos of Kumiko!  Blushing furiously, she 
scrambled out of the sandbox and dashed to the edge of the porch.  
She felt the grass between her toes and the sand clinging to her 
crotch.  She hugged her body in a futile attempt at modesty and 
scurried up the porch steps, but halted in despair as Valerie 
retreated unhurriedly inside the house...and locked the door. 

Valerie smirked as she continued to use her camera through the 
glass panel, recording Kumiko's embarrassment for posterity.  
Meanwhile, Stephanie was saying, firmly, "No one said you could 
come inside, little girl.  And aren't you ashamed of yourself, 
standing there on the back porch where just anyone can see you, 
stark naked?  Now get back out in the yard and play -- like a 
good little girl -- until you're called."

Kumiko couldn't believe her reddening ears.  Was Stephanie really 
serious?  Did this snippy young bitch really mean to leave HER, 
her superior, out here like THIS?

"Better do as she says," Valerie laughed.  "Stephanie seems to be 
in charge of you now.  I can't help you until she says so."

Kumiko's head was spinning and her stomach fluttering.  Stephanie's 
in charge?  Oh, god!  For a moment, she danced about on the hot 
concrete undecided.  But then she heard someone coming down the 
street, and her mind was made up.  She jumped off the porch and 
hustled her naked butt back into the sandbox.

"And I want to see you PLAYING!" Stephanie snapped.

So the poor, naked executive huddled there, sweating and shoveling 
sand into a clown-colored plastic bucket with a little plastic 
shovel.  Inside the house, she just knew Stephanie and Valerie 
were sipping cool drinks and talking of grown-up things, giggling 
occasionally at some joke.  Well, she'd have to bide her time, and 
let them have their fun -- because there WOULD be a reckoning....  

A car pulled to the curb in front of the house and switched off.  
Then there was the sound the sound of a car door and heels on 
the paving....  

"All right, young lady," Stephanie's commanding voice interrupted 
Kumiko's jumbled thoughts.  "Play time's over.  Come inside."

Kumiko didn't have to be told twice.  She sprang to her feet and 
again sprinted to the back door.  This time she was allowed in.

But what greeted her inside was far from reassuring.
 
Besides Stephanie (gazing down at her with cool authority), and 
Valerie (just terrifically amused), also present was Stacey, 
Valerie's 18-year old daughter.  She was stylishly dressed and 
looking smug. 

"That's my purse!" Kumiko squawked, managing to appear both 
indignant and humiliated, with a scowl on her face, an arm 
across her tiny tits, and a hand down over her smooth pussy.  
"How did YOU get it?"

"YOUR purse?" Stacey mocked.  "Not any more.  I simply described 
your stuff -- ex-stuff -- in detail, and the lady in charge turned 
everything over to me.  She got a nice tip, too.  I can use the 
jewelry, watch, and purse (Prada!), but the clothes were all much 
too small, so I left them at an up-scale consignment shop...where 
I got this outfit."  She pirouetted proudly.  

"Kumi," Stephanie said, patronizingly, "you must admit that your 
former clothes are much too grown up for you."

"That's right," Valerie smiled.  "A little girl like you is much 
more at home in diapers and a play-pen than pretending to be a 
mover and shaker in the grown-up world...."

Kumiko was suddenly felt very small, quite powerless, and 
incredibly NAKED!

"P-please," she begged.  "Please give me some clothes."

"Later maybe," Valerie said.  "But you must promise to be a 
good little girl."

"I-I...promise."

"Promise what, exactly?  And to whom?" Stephanie asked.

"I promise...to be a-a good little girl, for you and...A-aunt 
Valerie.  Please."

They had Kumiko provide some entertainment: operate a hula-hoop -- 
naked -- while singing "Itsy-bitsy Spider," "I'm a Little Tea Pot," 
and "Old McDonald."  Every time she dropped the hoop, she got a 
brisk spanking.  In the end, Kumiko had a red and painful bottom, 
and Valerie many more photos.

"Well, we really should let little Kumi take a nap.  And we all 
have important things to do, I think," Stephanie announced.  

"Oh, yes," Valerie said.  "I'm off to the Frost family reunion with 
Jack.  I'll see that he doesn't get lonely."

"And I'll use Kumi's car and credit cards for a shopping spree," 
Stacey giggled.  "This outfit's nice, but it's just not up to 
the standard of my new purse.  I need shoes, especially."

Stephanie smiled.  "I'm sure you both will have fun.  Me, I'll 
be spending a lot of time working this weekend, accessing Kumi's 
business accounts and interoffice correspondence and plundering 
them for inside information.  I plan on moving up -- and moving 
quickly.  Maybe in this company...or maybe I'll just sell out to 
the competition...."

She turned to Kumiko, who was on the brink of exhaustion and had 
barely understood about half of what the others had been talking 
about.

"You'll spend the weekend here, being baby-sat, Kumi," Stephanie 
said.  "You'll wear what I tell you (not that you'll get all that 
much to wear).  You'll dress as you're told, do as you're told, 
and obey every order I give you.  And you will act like a little 
girl at all times...or you'll be punished.  Eventually, you WILL 
learn to do as...Simon says."  She giggled.  

"And IF you're good for the next couple of days, you can join us 
on Sunday," Valerie added.

"But we couldn't FORCE you to do any of this," Stacey grinned.  
"So...if you have any hesitation at all -- if you don't really 
WANT to be a good little girl all weekend -- just say so now.  
And I'll take you downtown to the Juvenile Detention Center, 
while Mom e-mails those pictures of you to the whole office."

Kumiko had a dizzying vision of herself in some grim facility, 
vainly trying to convince a butch matron that she was really 
an adult, trying to explain her nakedness and juvenile 
appearance...and, later, facing her whole office staff with 
pictures of her playing naked in a sandbox...or hula-ing....

"Noo-oo-oo!" she moaned.  "I-I'll do it!  Whatever you say...."

"You'll do what?  Say it again, you nasty little brat," Stephanie 
demanded.

"I'll be a g-good little girl....  I really WANT to be your little 
girl...your GOOD little girl...all week-end....  Please, M-miss 
Stephanie...." 

"You should call me 'Auntie,' too," Stephanie grinned.

          ***********************************************

Shortly thereafter, Kumiko was dutifully paying Stephanie to 
baby-sit her, crouching naked on the floor and signing checks 
under the watchful eyes of the three women.

Despite their other plans, Valerie and Stacey did stay around 
to watch Stephanie bathe the blushing Kumiko in a little tub.   
Stephanie's hands teased Kumiko's sensitive nipples and smooth 
pussy, exciting her despite herself.  She was not allowed to 
cum, however, but in fact was roundly criticized being "naughty."  

Then they dusted Kumiko's crotch with some sort of silver-grey 
powdery stuff, diapered her, secured her hands behind her (to 
prevent further "naughtiness"), and put her in a big crib in an 
alcove off the kitchen.  Long before she was down, her cunt and 
asshole had begun to tingle and then to itch...maddeningly. 

"Stay out of trouble, Sweetie," Stephanie smiled down at her, 
ignoring her whimpers and squirming.  "And don't make any noise 
while Auntie Steffi's guests are here."

GUESTS?

Stephanie gave Kumiko a bottle, securing it so she could suck on 
the nipple.  "Fruit juice," Stephanie said.  "It's good for you.  
And I'll expect you to have finished it by the time I'm back with 
another.  Be a good girl, and you can stay here out of sight.  If 
you're bad...don't drink all your juice or fuss or fiddle with 
your diaper...I'll just have to bring you out and punish you in 
front of EVERYBODY.  Think about that."

Stephanie's house gradually filled up with her friends: college 
kids, young singles...and co-workers.  Oh, god!  People from the 
office!  Kumiko curled up into a tiny ball under her baby blanket 
for fear of being seen and recognized.  She dutifully emptied each 
of the successive bottles she was given and stewed silently, 
tormented by fear and anger and humiliation and despair...as well 
as a screaming crotch and an increasingly soggy diaper.

		******************************

Eventually, the party quieted, and "Auntie Steffi" stopped bringing 
Kumiko fresh bottles.  The torment in her crotch also settled down 
a bit, though the itch continued, to a degree.  (She wanted so 
badly to finger herself, but the bonds and the thick diaper 
prevented that.)  Huddled in her crib, miserable and horny beyond 
imagining, the stylish executive a fading memory, she gradually 
drifted off to sleep...and dreamed disturbing dreams.

		******************************

Saturday morning, Stephanie stripped off the soaked diaper and 
gave Kumiko another sound spanking, this time because the diaper 
had leaked some and soiled the crib's sheets.  Then Kumiko had 
to drain another bottle, after which Stephanie seemed to soften 
a bit, for she allowed her to use a little red plastic potty.  
(Of course, more pictures were taken.)       

Kumiko spent most of the morning, however, out in the back yard, 
naked, hiding in the play house, while "Auntie Stef" worked on 
the PC, looting her boss's private files.  

Actually, that wasn't so bad, for Kumiko proceeded to spend hours 
doing what she had burned to do all night: masturbate.  The morning 
passed in a welter of orgasms.    

At lunch, Kumiko was fed oatmeal and stewed prunes and then allowed 
to "go potty" again.  It was hard to tell whether she had lost the 
will to resist or was just biding her time, waiting for a suitable 
opportunity.  Stephanie decided to take it at face value, however. 
 
And the two of them went shopping at the mall....

		****************************** 

About noon on Sunday, Stephanie and Kumiko arrived at the family 
reunion party in Jeaudeau Park.  Though Kumiko was sure that her 
husband would rescue her from this awful situation, Jack seemed 
to be nowhere in sight...and she didn't dare create a scene.  She 
had to keep as low a profile as possible, because of the way she 
looked.

Her hair was done up in two be-ribboned pig-tails, and she was 
sucking (loudly) on a pacifier, having been spanked twice on the 
trip up for not sucking vigorously enough.  Her white baby doll 
dress was so short that it showed off her bulky diaper even when 
she was standing still -- and so sheer that her nipples were 
clearly visible right through it.  The diaper made her waddle, 
of course, and the silly, too-tight, white plastic sandals caused 
her to walk more awkwardly still. 

And, dressed like this, she had to toddle around, holding 
Stephanie's hand. 

Though Kumiko's husband was nowhere to be seen, they encountered 
plenty of other in-laws, all of whom were anxious to hear all 
about the babysitting adventure.

And Stephanie was more than happy to oblige.

"She slept in a crib Friday night, of course, wearing just a 
diaper.  She didn't want it, but...let's just say it turned 
out she really needed it!"  She sighed, sympathetically.  "I'm 
afraid that our little Kumi still wets the bed...though she IS 
learning to "go potty" in the daytime."

Everyone grinned down at the blushing, 24-year-old wife and 
businesswoman reduced to toddler-dom.

Stephanie continued, "She behaved well enough Saturday that I 
thought we could go to the mall in the afternoon.  Luckily, 
one of the...um...OTHER kids I baby-sit left this outfit that 
fits her nicely."

Kumiko squirmed.

"We visited a bunch of places, including a really nice clothing 
store, Marie's Boutique.  But, while my back was turned, Kumi 
tried to get the saleslady to give her some grown-up clothes.  
Naturally the lady explained that she can't just GIVE clothes 
away, and that Kumi was obviously much too young to wear adult 
things anyway.  So the little brat started insisting that she 
WAS grown up and had to have those clothes.  Things escalated, 
and pretty soon she was crying and stamping her feet....

"So I gave her something to cry about!  Those pig-tails make very 
convenient handles.  I just sat down, pulled her across my lap, 
tore off her diaper, and gave her a spanking."

"Mmmm," Valerie smacked her lips approvingly.  "You mean everyone 
could see her bare bottom?"

"They sure could," Stephanie nodded.  "Especially the way she was 
wiggling it around over my lap.  By the time we left that store, 
she was bawling her eyes out and promising to be 'a GOOD little 
girl, Auntie Stef.'  And I just left her diaper behind in a 
trash bin...."

Kumiko's blush darkened, as she remembered how it felt to be led 
through the mall bottomless, trying to walk in those damn sandals, 
hold her dress down over her bare bottom, and hang onto Stephanie's 
hand....

(It had been painfully humiliating...but something more, too.)

"Wherever we went, laughter followed.  We would pause to window 
shop, and people walking by would stop and stare.  Of course, 
nobody imagined she was actually a toddler....  She was clearly 
older than that -- a teenager, probably -- undergoing punishment.

"I decided to prolong the scene for a while and not be forthcoming 
with another diaper.  Kumiko had to toddle along beside me, in a 
half-crouch, frantically begging for mercy, while desperately 
trying to cover herself with one hand...."

("Yes, I WAS trying to cover myself with that hand," Kumiko 
thought.  "But also....")  

"I eventually left her in a deserted kiddie play pen and hired a 
couple of brassy 18-year-old black girls to watch her.

"I took my time shopping.  I mean, I really didn't think I'd have 
to worry about her running off, being supervised as she was -- and 
with her bare butt hanging out."  

Everyone laughed.  

"But then, as I was about to get on the escalator down to the main 
floor, I noticed Kumi leaning up against the plastic play pen rail, 
talking to those two black girls.  That was a little surprising, 
you know.  I mean, they didn't really seem the type that Kumi would 
get friendly with.  They were dressed, well, 'ethnically' I suppose 
you'd say, in neon clothes, gaudy plastic jewelry, and strange 
hair -- dreadlocks and corn rows.  And they themselves were loud 
and hip-hop.  I could see they were really amused by whatever Kumi 
was saying to them....   And then I saw that Kumi was playing 
rock/paper/scissors with them.

"At that same moment, one of the girls took off a shoe and handed 
it (somewhat reluctantly) to Kumi.  They were playing for their 
clothes.

"Well, you can just imagine how I felt.  The little brat was 
trying to take advantage of these women, just because she didn't 
like the nice dress she was wearing.  But, as I rode down the 
escalator, I saw Kumi give the girl back her shoe...and then, 
after another round, hand over one of her sandals.  The black 
girls were were laughing loudly and gesticulating.  A few 
people were looking on....

"By the time I got closer, Kumi had lost her other sandal.  
I couldn't help smiling, and I paused, kind of easing out 
of sight behind a pillar, just to watch what would happen 
next.  I mean, the only thing she had left was her cute 
little dress, and...you guessed it...she lost the next round."

Kumiko's sister-in-law, Madeleine, howled with laughter.  
"You mean this supposedly grown-up lady actually got beat out 
of her clothes?"  Kumiko squinted at the chunky, slightly tipsy, 
bottle-blonde, who seemed oblivious to the fact that she herself 
was almost spilling out of her cut-offs and halter.

Kumiko silently added Madeleine's name to the Revenge List.

"That's right," Stephanie gloated.  "I could hardly believe my 
eyes when that girl just reached over and pulled Kumi's dress 
right off.  And suddenly, there she was, bare naked at the mall."

Kumiko hung her head remembering those shameful events -– all 
because she tried to get some adult clothes (no matter how 
tasteless they were).  And the humiliating sequel as Stephanie 
marched over, bought back her clothes, then took her by the hand 
and led her off to a secluded corner for another prolonged 
spanking (which the two black girls seemed to enjoy immensely).  

She heard comments and fragments of comments...including:

"You know...she looks kind of familiar.  There's a lady at 
work....  Naah, it couldn't be...surely...."

Oh, god!  

(But Kumiko did learn that it wasn't so bad if she frictioned her 
cunt against the spanker's knee....)

"Afterward, I gave her back the dress, and she was ever so grateful 
to get it.  But I wasn't sure that she'd completely learned her 
lesson yet.  There's a big play house in my back yard, and our 
little girl spent the night there -– tethered securely," Stephanie 
smirked.

("The mosquitos were maddening, but my fingers were sooo nice," 
Kumiko remembered.  "And then...and then...a mosquito bit my 
clit!")  

"By this morning, when I let her in and washed her off in the sink, 
she actually seemed glad to be treated like a little girl again.  
It was all 'Yes, Auntie' and 'No, Auntie.'  She's been a nice, 
mannerly, obedient little girl all morning...except when she 
doesn't work her pacifier hard enough -- like now...so I dressed 
her up, and here we are.  Still, she's just earned another 
spanking...."

Laughter burst from Kumiko's assembled in-laws as Stephanie 
finished her account and reached for the diaper. 

"Well, I never would have believed that she'd ASK to be treated 
like this," said a male voice.  "But, after seeing the check she 
signed....  And no one would keep losing all her clothes and 
getting treated like a kid unless that's what she really wanted."

It was Kumiko's husband.

"No way!" Kumiko cried.  "I'm not a little girl!  I'm NOT!  I'm 
a mature businesswoman, and I mustn't be treated like this."  
She stamped her feet so forcefully that her diaper came loose 
and slipped easily over her hips and down her legs...and she 
was suddenly quite bare-bottomed.

"No!" Kumiko tried to kick, but her sandaled feet got caught in the 
diaper around her ankles and the whole thing came off, along with 
her sandals, leaving her standing in front of everyone in just her 
baby doll dress.

"I told you she'd get feisty," Valerie said, standing with one arm 
around Jack.  She smiled down at his humiliated wife.  "Obviously 
hyperactive, poor thing.  But she'll get used to having me around 
to keep her in line.  I can be just like her new mommy!"

"Oh, NO!"

"Well," Valerie said, airily, "obviously little Kumi needs to be 
taught not to throw a tantrum every time something doesn't suit 
her."

Jack shook his head in apparent sympathy, but couldn't help 
grinning.

"A wonderful idea," Stephanie said.  She had noticed what the 
others, dulled with alcohol, had not -- that Kumiko was wet, very 
wet, so wet in fact that her cunt was drooling.  Stephanie's mind 
was racing.  Maybe...just maybe...her thing with Kumi could turn 
out to be longer term than she had thought....

She grinned.  "Well, Kumi can just stay like that the rest of 
the afternoon.  I'm sure that Valerie and Madeleine -- and 
others -- can think of lots of fun games to play with her."

Kumiko mentally sighed.  She gave up -- for the moment.  Vengeance, 
she realized, would have to wait.  And she was also thinking that 
serenity may manifest itself variously.  "At least I haven't had 
to fret about executive stress for two days...." 


