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The Gambler: Chapter 10
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Tucked into a small nook next to the changing table, Blake recognized that as humiliating and potentially foolish as it would be to give himself over to Clara, the idea of being stuck here until next weekend was too much to bear. Who knows what would happen if he was stuck here that long? With a shaky voice, he muttered, “I-I’m over here.”
Clara sighed with relief as Blake gave himself up. She was beginning to think she’d never find him. She rushed over to the source of his voice and looked down at Blake in his hiding spot. Upon seeing him, she instantly went to the ground in hysterics. “OH, MY GODDESS! Look at you! You look like a mismatched baby dolly,” she said in between gasps and involuntary giggles.
Clara’s laughter made Blake regret his decision almost instantly. “I-It’s not funny!” he shouted as he tried to bury his blushing face away from Clara’s sadistic eyes. Unfortunately, this cute, subby behavior inadvertently added to the levels of cuteness he was putting out; something that Clara couldn’t get enough of.
Holding up her phone and grinning like an idiot, Clara decided to snap a few photos and selfies so that this moment could be remembered in its entirety. “Say diapees!” she cheered jubilantly as she leaned in and wrapped Blake up in a hug as she took one final photo, “Alright, I think I’ve got it out of my system. You ready to go home?”
“Dear Goddess, please!” yelled Blake, climbing to his feet only to fall forward thanks to the broken heels. Mercifully, Clara was quick to undo the straps on his shoes, allowing him to kick them off, “Ugh! I never wanna wear high heels again for as long as I live. Here, help me with these mittens,” he said, holding out his hands to Clara.
Biting her lip with a wicked smirk forming, Clara shook her head. “Oh no, you’re not getting out of this bet that easily. I may be cutting the bet short, but tonight is still far from over. You’re coming home with me as is, little missy.” She gave his butt a hardy smack, watching with glee as he shrank to the floor with an involuntary “eep!” thanks to the plug she’d lovingly inserted into his rectum earlier that night.
Blake whimpered, trying to think up a good reason for her to let him out. Sadly, his mind was drawing nothing but blanks. Hanging his head, he pouted and returned to his feet, something that was easier said than done given the sore state of his colon. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be going back to Clara’s for even more babying, but it definitely beat staying here, so he wasn’t inclined to argue. “Fine, whatever, let’s just get out of here.”
“Hold it right there you two!”
Suddenly, both Clara and Blake’s attention was drawn toward a booming male voice. Standing in the doorway of the nursery was a large security guard with an unhappy look on his face. “Think you can sneak out of your cribs after dark, huh?” he said, placing his hands on his hips. He slowly approached him, making it apparent that he was head and shoulders above both of them. He focused in on Clara, looking her up and down, “And you, I don’t know where you found those clothes, but you should know better than to be wearing something so grown up.”
“Um, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” said Clara, letting out a nervous laugh, “This is my sissy baby and I’m his Big. We were just about to get going and…H-HEY!!” Her words were cut off as the security guard stepped in front of her and placed his hand on her crotch.
“Just as I thought. You should know better than to remove your diaper,” said the security guard as he quickly pinned Clara’s arms with one hand and began to remove her jeans with the other. Clara tried to fight back, but the hulking security guard proved too strong for the minimal physical strength she possessed.
The security guard picked Clara up and tucked her under his arm as he wound his other arm up and back to deliver her a wallop of a spanking. “And as for your excuse, do you really expect me to believe such utter nonsense? Visiting hours are already over! You Littles are such terrible liars,” he said, as he brought his hand down on her exposed rump.
*SMACK!*
“AHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Clara, nearly in tears after only one hit. She struggled to place her hand in front of her butt before the next impact came down, but the way that the security guard was holding her kept her arms pinned tight. “C-Call Darla! She’s the one who let me stay here to look for Blake! P-Please!!!”
After listening to enough of Clara’s “lies”, the security guard wasn’t inclined to believe anything that Clara said. His hand came down on Clara’s backside again and again until she was nothing but a quivering mess. “This’ll all be over soon if you hold still,” said the guard, his words far from comforting. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t the caregiving type.
All the while, Blake looked on in horror. Just watching Clara’s butt be brutalized caused his own posterior to ping with pain, though that was mostly to do with the plug he’d been wearing for several hours. He wanted to run, knowing that nothing good was going to come from where this situation was headed. His leg refused to move though, which left him buckling like a scared deer as he stood frozen in place.
With one final smack to Clara’s bottom, the security guard walked passed Blake as he made his way over to the changing table. “Be a good little girl and stay right where you are and I promise you’ll be rewarded for good behavior,” said the guard, giving Blake a headpat before setting Clara down on the table.
“S-Shtawp! Pwease! I’m notta baby and I don’t bewong here!” cried Clara, unaware that her tearful pleas only cemented her infant status in the guard’s mind. By this point, she was already reduced to a mess of tears, but the moment he yanked her panties out from under her was the moment she truly lost it. She could barely sit still atop the foam-covered surface thanks to her bare, aching hiney.
To make matters worse, a wet spot had formed on the front of Clara’s panties, making her look like she let a stream of pee slip out mid-spanking. “I can’t believe you tried to convince me you’re a big girl when you can’t even stop yourself from piddling after only a half-dozen spankings. You are exactly where you belong, little miss,” said the guard, snickering as he pulled out three diapers and stacked them one by one just below her crotch.
Clara’s mind went back to when she diapered Blake only a few hours ago and how powerful it made her feel. To take the Tower of Terror down to the opposite side of that power spectrum was a mortifying experience, to say the least. Gazing upon the moistened panties in the guard’s hand, she could think of no excuse that would sound even remotely believable.
As the security guard advanced on Clara’s diaper area with a large glob of baby lotion, Blake sat back and considered his options. He could make a break for it while the guard was distracted with diapering Clara. Knowing Clara, though, he was certain she’d alert the guard to his escape attempt before he could get very far.
Blake’s other option was to stay and place and wait for a better opportunity to make his move. The guard did say he was going to reward him if he remained where he was. He didn’t really care what the reward was, but the sheer fact that he would be rewarded was enough to make him believe that this security guard would show him leniency for good behavior.
Additionally, Blake did have a third option, but there was no guarantee of its success. Considering once again that the security guard wanted to reward him, he could request a diaper change and for his butt plug to be removed. It would mean suffering through an embarrassing change but it would come with the added benefit of getting out of his soaked diaper, as well as taking away the inflatable booty toy that had been a bane to every step he’d taken all night long.
It was a difficult decision, but one that Blake knew he’d need to make soon. The security guard had already moved on to powdering, meaning that Clara’s change was passing the halfway mark. With little time, he narrowed his eyebrows and made his choice.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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