Regression Crisis Issue Forty Four (Patreon)

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As Harley hung helplessly across her knee, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor, the Nanny patted and rubbed the seat of her poopy diaper with a sigh. “What’re we going to do about your behaviour, young woman?” she asked rhetorically before bringing her palm down on the lumpy seat of Harley’s pampers with a gooey squishing sound.

“I donno,” Harley said with a pout, squealing when Nanny’s palm again rose and came down upon her well padded bottom with a muted SPLAT. Though the spanking didn’t hurt, it was squishing the load in her pants even further against her dainty bottom.

“I mean it, young lady!” The Nanny said sternly, emphasizing her point with a firm, open palmed swat to the seat of Harley’s messy pampers, squishing the load up against her buttocks and making Harley whimper miserably. “Every day it’s something new with you! I’m sick of you constantly bullying the other girls!” Again, this statement was punctuated with a solid spank to the seat of the squirming harlequin’s messy derriere. Harley flailed her limbs in a desperate, but doomed attempt at escaping.

Harley moaned pathetically, kicking her smooth, pale legs uselessly in the air behind her. Although both the diaper and the smelly mess inside provided her with ample padding, the sensation of the poopy load squishing against her butt-cheeks and mushing up inside her crack was gross and uncomfortable, and the sensation of dangling over a tall, beautiful woman’s knee to take a spanking in a dirty diaper was horribly embarrassing, even for someone as shameless and kinky as she was. Harley could feel her pale cheeks glowing red as she kicked and squealed, the scent of her messy diaper getting stronger with every blow.

“Well, you can just settle yourself in, little lady,” the Nanny said with a sigh, steadily increasing the pace of the spanking. “You’re not getting up off my knee until I’m sure that you’ve learned a lesson!”

With a groan, Harley braces herself, wincing as more and more of her stinky mess was mushed up her butt-crack with every blow.

A small movement in the window of the playhouse drew Harley’s attention. She wasn’t totally surprised to see Kara’s smiling face gleefully watching her taking a poopy diaper spanking over the gorgeous Nanny’s knee. Pouting, Harley watched as Kara had a good giggle at her expense, covering her mouth to stifle the noise. The whimpering clown kicked her dainty feet in the air behind her, the smell of the poopy diaper enveloping her, her bottom thoroughly smeared with a stinky mess, making her feel babyish and fussy.

“Nanny! Nanny! Stinkergirl’s watching us from the window!” Harley squealed, hoping to score a little revenge.

But by the time Nanny turned and looked, Kara had ducked out of view. Nanny was furious.

“Young Lady! Why would you fib to your Nanny like that?! Now you’re gonna get it!”

“No, she’s there, I swear! OWWW!” She cried, helplessly kicking her legs in the air behind her as the force and speed of her spanking suddenly increased.

“I can see we’ve got a long way to go with you, Harley!” Nanny said, peppering her statement with swats to Harley’s bulging rear end. “I’m going to make a lady out of you yet, you smelly little baby!”

“WWWWWAAAAAAAA!” Harley cried, struggling and squirming wildly in a futile attempt at escaping Nanny’s lap. A reluctant glance confirmed that Kara had returned to her spot at the window, where she stifled her giggles. This time, Harley said nothing, instead resigning herself to taking an embarrassing, poopy-pants spanking with a groan.

Kara watched Harley taking her punishment until her own poopy diaper became too uncomfortable and stinky for her to stand. Then she slipped down to her hands and knees (where she was more comfortable travelling these days, especially when she had a messy diaper) and went to look for someone to change her. Nearby, Zatanna was curled up in the lap of another Nanny (identical to the one currently doling out Harley’s spanking), greedily suckling at her large breast. Out of all of them, the magician was the one who seemed to have accepted her fate most readily. Watching her suck down warm breast milk like a hungry infant, Kara realized that there seemed to be almost nothing of the powerful sorceress she once knew.

Nearby, the obnoxious ex-reporter Angela Chen was seated nude in a large plastic tub filled with water, frowning furiously from behind her pacifier as another Nanny bathed her methodically with a soapy rag. A pacifier had been pushed into Angela’s mouth (presumably to slow the stream of whining and complaining that was constantly flowing from her mouth.) The former ‘journalist’ had been transformed into a reluctant reality TV star, her Adult Baby humiliation filmed 24 hours a day and broadcast to all corners of the world. It was one of the few ‘grown-up’ shows Daddy allowed his adult baby girls to watch... much to Angela’s continued embarrassment. As she passed, Kara couldn’t help studying the reporter’s sexy naked body-- she might have been a brat, but Angela was still seriously cute.

Making her way over to the side of the room, she located another of the Nannies, who was re-stocking one of the supply cupboards, taking containers of wipes and powder and tubes of cream from a nearby cart and stacking them neatly on the shelves inside the cupboard. From her position on her hands and knees, the beautiful woman seemed to tower over her like some sort of goddess... Kara sighed once again, remembering that it wasn’t so long ago that she soared above the clouds instead of crawling around in dirty diapers.

Reaching out, Kara took hold of Nanny’s skirt and gave it a gentle tug to get her attention. The woman turned and looked down at her, favouring Supergirl with a perfect smile that made her heart beat faster. “Hey there sweetie pie! What’s wrong? Time for a change?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, instead simply reaching back to squeeze and fondle the seat of Kara’s pampers, instantly discovering the load within. “Oh dear... we’ve certainly got a messy bottom here, don’t we?”

“Yes ma’am,” Kara said in a tiny, embarrassed voice, shivering as the Nanny chuckled and delivered a trio of firm pats to her bulging rump.

“Come here, pumpkin,” Nanny said, reaching out and sweeping Kara up into her strong arms. The former Supergirl winced and made a humiliated little noise when she felt Nanny’s hand slip into position under her bum, the mess squishing against her cheeks. “That’s my girl,” Nanny said softly “let’s get that smelly bottom changed.”

Kara cuddled up against her, allowing herself to be carried to the tables on the far-side of the room. On a nearby table, Kara saw Batgirl, naked from the waist down but for her yellow baby booties, legs lifted into the air by yet another of the Nannies to reveal a very messy bottom. Glancing up, she looked at Kara and blushed behind her pacifier, wincing when her Nanny passed the cold baby-wipe across her dirty buttocks.

Moments later, Supergirl found herself on the table next to Barbara, looking up at the grinning Nanny, who reached out towards the tapes of her diaper with relish. She was looking forward to giving the blonde heroine a much needed diaper change.