Naughty Laura (Commission)

This story is a joke. HofBondage was hanging out in the stream chat while I was writing, and we were joking back and forth, and someone suggested a story where Hof gets diapered. Hof requested that the story be about their avatar Laura instead, and this got written. It's very tongue-in-cheek,  though not devoid of kinky content. 

Laura stuck out her tongue, leaning over a drawing pad and finishing up the sketch she’d been working on, adding stink lines and an abstract background. 

“Laura!” a voice snapped. She jumped in alarm, turning in surprise to see a tall, motherly figure walk in. “Why aren’t you wearing a diaper?” 

“Because… I was just working on some commissions?” Laura said, confused. “And I don’t normally wear diapers just randomly.” 

“Well, that’s no excuse. Aren’t you aware that you’re supposed to wear diapers any time you appear in a work of fiction written about you?”

Laura blinked, looking straight into the camera in confusion. “What are you talking about?” 

The woman put her hands on her hips, clucking disapprovingly. “Since you didn’t plan ahead, I’ll just have to punish you.” 

Yelping as she was picked up, noticing that the woman was absurdly strong, Laura could only kick her legs and struggle as she was carried away into the next room. 

“Wait, wasn’t this the guest bedroom a minute ago?” Laura asked, looking around the nursery space she’d just been dragged into. “When did it- mmph!” 

The woman plopped a pacifier in her mouth, and Laura quickly got the sense that, if she tried to spit it out, things would somehow go badly for her. 

Carried to a low chair, she squirmed as the woman sat, pulled Laura down so that her butt was in the air, and flipped up her dress. Who even is this woman? Whose idea was it to make me suffer for no good reason? 

A hand came down on her bottom, hitting hard enough to make her body rock forward a little. Laura yelped into her pacifier, biting down on the rubber bulb as another slap came down, moving back and forth between cheeks, building up a bright red warmth on her tender skin. 

“This is what you get!” the woman declared, hand moving fast and hard as she brought down spank after spank on Laura’s backside. “For breaking the arbitrary rules that were invented to get you into trouble!” 

Laura wriggled in discomfort and embarrassment, but it was no use. Even if she managed to escape, she’d surely end up bound and gagged, or dragged around a public space in revealing clothing, or perhaps magically cursed in increasingly outlandish and humiliating ways. There was no escape from the AB/DL media curse. 

When her butt and thighs were a uniform crimson, the woman stopped the spanking, slowing and finally stopping. Putting a hand on Laura’s shoulder, she pulled her into a sitting position. “Now, do you remember what you got in trouble for?” 

Laura nodded. Not wearing a diaper. 

“So, what should you do to make sure I don’t have to do this again?” 

Groaning, Laura spoke around the pacifier, which didn’t actually make her lisp very much because it’s not hard to talk around a normal pacifier bulb. “Wear a diaper?” 

“See! You can learn genre expectations!” the woman declared, proudly. “Let’s get you changed!” 

It came as no surprise that the changing table was large enough for Laura to lay on comfortably, and it was even less surprising that the diapers stored in a basket beneath were her size, cartoonishly thick, and decorated with pink teddy bears. 

The woman didn’t so much apply baby powder as she created a large, vision-obscuring cloud that made Laura cough, the intensity of the sweet smell choking her. 

“There has to be enough powder that it would show up visually in a drawing!” the woman explained, sliding the diaper into place under her butt. “Legs wide, please!” 

“This is completely unnecessary,” Laura complained as she obeyed. “I don’t actually need diapers, despite what random hecklers on Picarto might claim.” 

“Sure you don’t!” the woman said, folding the diaper between her legs, making the tapes nice and snug. “But, this is a fictional story, so you’ll end up using it one way or another. Just watch - your control will suddenly vanish, or some other contrived series events will ensure you actually need the diaper you’re wearing.” 

Wrapped up securely in the thick diaper, Laura sat up and sighed, feeling her bladder release for no particular reason. “I guess you’re right. So what now?” 

“I’m not sure,” The woman said, looking around the room uncertainly. “The word count of this story is almost out, and