Facing the Music

I wrote a script for a POV video that just may get recorded by a certain professional mommy in the near future 😋

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(Sound of a door closing)

Is that you? Come in the kitchen; we need to talk.

How was your day? … Uh-huh … Good job on your test. Is that all you have to tell me?

(Skeptically) Really? Are you sure? … Mrs. Henderson called me today. Are you sure you don’t have anything else to tell me about your day? … So you’re going to add lying to the list of reasons why you’re in trouble. Okay, have it your way.

You were tardy for the fourth time this month. Four times! When were you gonna tell me about the first three? …

(rolls eyes) I know you already got in trouble at school. That doesn’t mean you don’t in trouble at home too. That means you get in even more trouble at home. Are you gonna come clean now, or do you need me to tell you the story I got from Mrs. Henderson? … Don’t you use that tone with me. Don’t you dare use that tone with your stepmother. I don’t care if you are eighteen. I am the parent, and you are the child so long as you live under this roof.

You got to school late – and believe me, you will be telling me why you’ve been late so often – and got sent straight Mrs. Henderson’s office. Did she make you wait, or did she see you right away? … I bet you were nervous while you waited. You think you’re an adult just because you turned eighteen, but I know you. You were just like any other anxious little boy in trouble with the principal, weren’t you?

When she finally called you in, I bet part of you was relieved and part of you was even more scared. Kind of the way you probably feel right now, but you don’t have to be scared. I’m your stepmom, and I love you, and that’s exactly why you’re in trouble. If I didn’t care, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

Did you know the penalty for four tardies in a month? I can’t imagine the answer is yes, considering what happened. Mrs. Henderson told me all about how you got all angry when she said she was going to paddle you. How you clenched your little fists and stomped your feet and declared you were told old to be spanked. Well, you may legally be an adult, but in this state, even eighteen-year-old high school seniors can get their behinds swatted by the principal.

And you weren’t acting like an adult. Sounds to me like you threw a tantrum like a toddler. You only have yourself to blame; you could’ve taken your two swats and been a little sore until lunch time, but no. You had to pitch a fit like a little boy. Did you really call her a butthead? I mean, what, are you really a high school senior, cuz that’s the kind of thing I’d expect from a second grader. You talked yourself right into two more swats.

Still don’t wanna tell me your version? Is that because Mrs. Henderson’s version is true? She says once you finally calmed down, you started sniffling before she even had you bend over. She called Nurse Kelly in as a witness, and you were practically shaking like a leaf when she bent you over her desk. Why so scared? Not like your butt’s never been paddled before. I mean, you don’t get in trouble very often, but today wasn’t even your first time being spanked since you turned eighteen. Maybe you were scared she’d find out your little secret.

You bent over the desk – you must’ve been so nervous – and Mrs. Henderson pulled the paddle back. She swung it forward. And what happened? Tell stepmommy what happened. It’s okay. I won’t be mad. Tell stepmommy. Use your words … So shy today.

Mrs. Henderson swung that paddle, and instead of a smack, all she heard was a dull thwock sound. “Do you have something down the back of your pants,” she asked. You wouldn’t be the first boy she’s paddled to try get out of a paddling by putting some padding down the back of their pants.

How awful the little ball of anxiety in your tummy must’ve been when she told you to drop your pants. I’m almost proud of you for refusing. Almost. You’re clearly not old enough or mature enough to disobey your elders. You need to do what the women in your life tell you, or you’ll face the consequences.

I know it might not seem like it, but you should be glad Nurse Kelly was the witness instead of one of the secretaries. Sure, she’s only two years older than you, but better a nurse, right? Did she really have to smack your hands away when she went to unfasten your belt? But you didn’t even put up any real right, almost like you knew you deserved what would happen next.

Your pants came down, and there you were in the principal’s office in front of two grown women about to get your bottom paddled wearing just a diaper. A diaper! … O, Mrs. Henderson wanted me to tell you she had a stern word with Nurse Kelly about laughing at you. She was wrong to do that, but put yourself in her position – you’re just twenty years old, and you’ve been called into the office to watch an ostensible adult get his bottom spanked, and it turns out he’s wearing a diaper? I mean, it’s objectively funny.

But she only laughed cuz she thought you were wearing it so the paddle wouldn’t hurt. That would be way more reasonable than the truth. But if you were wearing it to get out of your paddling, it wouldn’t have been wet. You were wearing a wet diaper in the principal’s office. Pants around your ankles. Did she really stick her finger I the leg gather to check your diaper? Like you’re a little toddler in a diaper?

I can picture the look of relief on your face when Mrs. Henderson put the paddle down. You must’ve thought you’d gotten away with it, that your only punishment would be your embarrassment. How your little hopes must’ve been dashed when she said you were getting a spanking instead. An over the knee, bare bottom spanking.

Getting paddled may not be exactly fun, but it’s at least more mature than a spanking. Pulled over a woman’s knee getting your naughty little caboose smacked like you’re six years old. That’s gotta hurt the ol’ pride, not to mention your bottom.

I don’t have any sympathy for you. I’m sorry you’re upset – I’m sorry you started crying before it even started, and I’m sorry you stood there while she untaped your diaper and put you across her lap and spanked you like a little boy. I’m sorry for how embarrassing kicking your feet and carrying on at a hand spanking must’ve been. Crying real tears and everything, but that’s what diaper boys do when they get spanked, isn’t it? Yeah.

But it was for your own good. Rules are for your own good. And what’s the rule about getting paddled at school? … What’s the rule? … You get paddled at home too. Except you didn’t get paddled. You got spanked, so you’re going over stepmom’s knee for a spanking on your bottom.

No … No … No, little boy! (Reaches behind him and swats his bottom four times)

You are not going to argue with me. In fact, you are going to stand there with your hands at your side – cry all you want – while I take your pants down. You’re clearly not old enough for the paddle; you’re not even old enough to take your own pants down for your spankings. Stepmommy has to do that for you.

And look, the diaper Nurse Kelly changed you into. And it’s wet. I guess I should be glad it’s not poopy. Did you make a poopoo diaper today? Did the cute little nurse have to wipe your bottom and change you twice today? Or have you been in this peepee diapie since just after your spanking? She did a good job. Did she do as good a job as me?

Look at me. Look. At. Me. You’ve been lying to me. For months.

Yes you have … Yes you have! Do you want your mouth washed out too? You’ve told me one of two lies – either you never started bedwetting again and faked it so you could get diapers for whatever silly boy reason, or you’ve been having daytime accidents and never told me.

Think really carefully about what you tell me next. Do you need diapers during the daytime? … Do you need diapers at night? … (shakes her head; sighs; glares)

You had me and your father worried sick. Do you understand that? It’s not normal for an eighteen-year-old to suddenly start wetting the bed. Forget about what we spent on the doctor and those tests. Forget about what the diapers cost. We’ve been so worried that something was really wrong and that you weren’t telling us.

And I (shakes her head again) … I’ve been diapering you every night for months all because you said you couldn’t figure out the tapes. I thought that was ridiculous – I thought being a bedwetter in diapers at your age is pathetic but even that’s less pathetic than not being able to figure out the diaper tapes. But still, I thought no way would you lie to me about it because what eighteen-year-old would expose himself to that kind of embarrassment? To being seen naked by his stepmom. To being touched by his stepmom. Having his stepmom rub diaper rash cream on to his private parts. And when you would get excited, I told myself that’s just what happens to boys down there.

Did you get excited with Nurse Kelly? Did she giggle at how small it is, or did she only giggle at your soggy diaper? I don’t have any sympathy for you. You wanted to get diapered by a woman, and now you’ve been diapered by two.

And here’s your punishment – after your spanking, we’re going to go in your bedroom, and I’m going to diaper you again. And you will wear that diaper until it needs changed. And then I will change you into a fresh diaper. And you will wear diapers all day every day until I decide otherwise. And no, I’m not punishing you because you have a fetish. It’s for lying to me.

And you will use every diaper I tape on you. The potty is off limits. You don’t even want to know what will happen if I catch you trying to use the potty. … I don’t care if you don’t like pooping in them. You’re just going to have to get used to poopy diapers, and yes, sometimes you will need to just sit in your messy diaper until its convenient for me or another grown up to change you.

You’d better get used to dirty diapers because I haven’t decided for how long … Until I think you’ve learned your lesson …

Wait, there’s more. You are grounded. You will not go anywhere without an adult or your sister, and we’ll be taking a diaper bag everywhere we go. You can wear regular clothes over your diaper to school. Nurse Kelly will change you, and she’s coming over to babysit for you tomorrow night.

Everywhere that isn’t school, we will make no secret that you wear diapers. If someone finds out, they find out, and people will find out … Because you will not be allowed pants in the house … You don’t have any right to privacy. Babies don’t care when or where they get their diapers changed or who sees or who does it. If I need to lay out a blanket on the grass at Grandma’s Easter party and change your stinky huggies … (shrugs).

Don’t you make uwu eyes at me. You wanted diapers enough to lie to us for months. Well, you got yourself diapers for at least another six months. And you will be on your best behavior because all the punishments we used when you were little are coming back. Timeouts in the naughty corner; taking away your toys; and spanking … No, not paddling. Spanking, and spanking will be like your diaper changes – wherever, whenever and in front of whoever happens to be there when you need one. And right now, you need one.

Yes in the kitchen. What did I just say about privacy? A whole corner of the family room is going to be your play area, and I’ll be changing your pampers there too. Your spanking being overheard is the least of your problems today. Now hold still.

(Untapes diaper; clucks tongue) Little Mr. Pink Bottom, still a little red from Mrs. Henderson. (smacks bottom twice) Alright, over my knee (pulls him over knee)

(pats bottom) Look at me … Stepmommy is going to spank your naughty bottom until you're crying like the little boy we both know you are. Then I’m to get you into a fresh diaper. Then you’re going to tell me why you’ve been late to school. …

(shakes head) When your father gets home – I wouldn’t plan on sitting all weekend. But I want you know something. Stepmommy loves you very much. You wanted to wear diapers; you’re gonna wear them. I’ll always change you, but if you ever lie to me again, the spanking you’re about get will seem like patty cake.

(scene fades as she raises her spanking hand)