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Ever since Governess Syren Demer started Kym and Veronica on their diaper discipline regimen, every day begins the same way: At mid-morning, the governess enters their room, which their parents have paid to have totally redecorated to reflect the sisters' new status in life. In the crib, the sisters are sleeping, and Syren usually takes a moment to watch them doze, curled up together like a couple of little angels. “OK, darlings,” she says once she’s had enough, “it’s time for all little cuties to wake up and get ready for breakfast!”

     The pair awaken, groaning and pouting about their sorry lot in life, squirming uncomfortably in their diapers, soggy and saggy after a night without access to the toilet. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Kym and Veronica crawl over to the bars and peer over pathetically, knowing that they’re completely at the Governess’ mercy. “Did my little babies have a good sleep?” she coos sweetly, pinching their cheeks.  

     Kym and Veronica grumble an affirmative from behind their pacifiers, humiliated and tired with the routine, yet knowing better than to press their luck-- they’ve had enough sore, red tushies over the last few months to know not to risk a spanking from Syren... at least this early in the morning.  

     “That’s wonderful!” Syren gushes, ignoring their morose looks. “Who needs a diaper change before breakfast?”

     The girls blush, grunting affirmatively, averting their eyes downward, embarrassed as Syren reaches between the bars to squeeze and pat their bulging, crinkling crotches to check for herself. The soggy padding squishes wetly against their pussies.

     “Awww... poor little things,” The Governess chuckles, unlatching and lowering the side of the crib. “Come along... let’s get those soggy butts onto the changing table. It’s time to get you two ready to face the day-- starting with some dry pampers!”


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