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The Babysitter's Dream 2: Second Edition By: Professor Bob (With Love and Thanks) Owned By: DragonicKnight

• * * With only a week's passing since Michelle had completed her goal of getting to baby-sit little Jessie, she was blessed with yet another opportunity. As far as Jessie's parents knew, Michelle was a great babysitter and were impressed by her ability to handle their occasionally defiant daughter. Winning her place as the family's babysitter, Michelle found herself wearing a familiar, sly smile as she stepped through the raptor's home after saying goodbye to Jessie's parents. Her handbag over her right shoulder filled with everything she felt she could need or not, the dragon stepped into Jessie's room to see what she was up to. What she found, was something she had not expected... but was very pleased to see it with her own eyes. Sprawled across her bed on her belly, the seven year old raptor was sobbing deeply into her pillow, not even knowing she had stepped into her doorway. Most all of her brown scales and bluish-green markings were bare to the open air of the child's room, all except for what a tight pink diaper was covering. The poor thing's tailbase looked like it was being suffocated, with the diaper being too small for her, but Michelle figured that was not was making Jessie cry like she was. Stepping her footpaws quietly across the soft blue carpet, the green, reptilian skinned dragon knelt down alongside of Jessie's bed and ran her paw across the tight elastic waistband of the diaper. The sudden touch made the raptor girl jump with something of a wince, rolling onto her left side to see who it is that had touched her when she thought she was crying in private. With the raptor on her side, the dragon was able to see the white and pink cloud and rainbow motif on the front of the diaper. Enough to make her nether lips swell before she even got a whiff of the little one's young scents. "M-.. Michelle!", Jessie had cried in a tone that sounded half surprised, and the other half sounding like a sharp embarrassed whine. The eyes of the little girl dripped a fresh set of tears that was not absorbed by the pillow now, rolling softly down her brown scaled cheeks as her jaw quivered and she sputtered out a sob as she tried to stop crying. "Why are you crying Jes'? And what are you doing wearing that?", Michelle tried to ask in something of a parental manner, though her voice sounded too peppy and she smiled too much while trying to seem concerned. The dragon enjoyed the sight of the raptor's bare scales and that adorable diaper hugging her pelvis and hips. Though, knowing she wasn't sounding all too genuine, she reached her right paw out and stroked the sides of Jessie's snout, stroking her smooth, damp scales with her fingertips to soothe the raptoress' tears. Clamming up slightly, Jessie bit her lip softly, showing her sharp, tiny teeth in embarrassment. Her brown scales glowed a red through her cheeks and the sides of her muzzle, looking as if she'd cry harder from being asked that. Her teary eyes spoke of shame and humiliation, even before she spoke. "I had an accident.. an' mommy put this on me. She said it was p-punishment.. ", the girl answered her sitter with great difficulty, sputtering out another tiny sob once she reached the word 'punishment'. Michelle snickered only slightly on the inside, finding Jessie's mother's idea to be very smart. At the age of seven, taking away the little girl's pride of wearing underwear would promptly shame the girl into using the potty all the time, every time. The diapers must have been on hand from a while ago, cause the one Michelle was eyeing certainly did not fit the raptor all to well. Looked reasonably uncomfortable and probably added a stronger effect to forcing Jessie to wear it instead of 'big girl' clothes. She decided to remember this if she ever had a cub go and wet the carpet on her. "Well your mom did the right thing Jes', for you wetting yourself like that. You know better! In fact.. I am going to let you keep wearing it all night, even after your bath. You have to use your diaper, and no potty, understood?", the older dragon began as something of a scold, though keeping her voice light as to not upset the raptor for the order she was about to give. As she gave it, the look on Jessie's muzzle as she laid on her side dulled rapidly, going limp in shock that Michelle would continue on this punishment. It brought her panic on the inside, with a lump in her chest. It felt so humiliating to be wearing this bright pink padded thing in front of her sitter. She deserved her panties! "No, no! Please dun' Michelle, I hate wearing this! I-it's tight, an'.. I hate it!", the child pleaded, scrambling her legs to sit up onto her knees as she sobbed twice, hard, from being told she was going to be punished further. The raptor's claws clasped together in front of her, literally begging as she sat on her footclaws with the seat of the diaper. Michelle sighed slightly, 'aww'-ing at the sad, pathetic look on her young charge's face as she stood up and slipped onto the bed. Sitting beside the little girl, the dragon wrapped an arm around her bare back, with her paw coming to rest across the raptor's flat young chest. With her right paw, she held Jessie's muzzle and head, cradling it into her side and chest, to allow the girl to lightly cry for a few moments. Jessie knew she wasn't getting out of anything, and feisty or not, the girl felt defeated and small in this diaper, and decided not to protest her babysitter's decision. Michelle finally got to feel Jessie's warm against her reptilian skin again, and spent the time comforting the girl letting her mind and left paw wander. It stroked the cub's chest, up and down, with gentle caresses from the tips of her fingers, which Jessie didn't seem to either notice or mind. After what the two had already done, she had earned trust that she could exploit if she ever needed. Jessie held herself to the dragon and rubbed her muzzle against her shirt, even as she felt her scales rubbed across her chest, with a slow movement down her tummy... it felt relaxing, even if the soft touches reminded her of all those scents, feelings, and sights from a week ago. It became even more apparent as she felt her sitter's fingers slide across her sensitive lower belly, causing her groin muscles to contract, feeling a press into the front of her soft, yet tight diaper. Her hips shifted where she sat cuddled, curling her raptor toes and letting off a soft, barely audible whimper as she lifted her muzzle and stroked it across Michelle's side, before lowering it back down with a sniffle from her nostrils as her tears slowed. She watched the larger green paw press it's fingers into her groin, stroking up and down the crotch of her diaper... even if the embarrassing crinkling noise made her wince and hold onto the dragon more tightly, gripping her shirt with the tips of her sharp ebony claws. "There you go. Calm down by little baby", Michelle cooed like a mother soothing her child, even if this child was not hers, and was certainly not a baby. Taunting Jessie like that made her grin as she massaged the thick crotch of the raptor's diaper, rubbing down between her legs and the base of her tail. She could not feel much but the diaper, but as the tips of her fingers warmed, she knew she was rubbing a lot of soft padding against the little girl's supple slit scales, and stroking it across her pink flesh in between her lips. Jessie's mind raced as she whimpered out a soft growl of pleasure and distaste, with her body gently squirming and reacting to the tingling of her girl-slit, even if she looked up to the dragon with her still damp eyes glaring disapprovingly. Treating her like a baby and forcing her to wear that degrading and irritating diaper, much less use it, had not made the raptor so willing for her sitter's play. "Stop it, I don't wanna' play", Jessie whined and protested like a fussy child only half her age, huffing through her reptilian nostrils as her paws slipped back around to Michelle's side she was snuggled up against. Pressing against the older girl's side, she tried to push away, even while her small young legs quivered, and her toes clenched, turning her longer raptor claws towards the bottoms of her footclaws. Not about to have any of that, Michelle strengthened her grip, to hold the child to her side more firmly, and to press her paw into the scales of the girl... smiling to her own pleasureful thoughts and whims, not caring how fussy Jessie wanted to be. Since the girl did not seem so cooperative, her paw upon the child's diapered groin cupped and squeezed the tight crotch of the diaper, to take hold of the young reptilian vagina in her palm. All the rubbing had made the diaper very warm, and to make it warmer, she pressed the fingers of her paw down flat, and with a press, began briskly rubbing them up and down the diaper. Jessie's sorrowful whimpers filled her ears, as the raptor began shifting her legs in small kicks against the bed sheets, as if she wanted to close her legs, but the muscle tension in her pelvic area simply wasn't going to let her. The dragon knew Jessie was aroused in some form when she saw that, and imagined the soft inside of the diaper being coated in the little one's musky feminine scents. Was enough to make the teenager rub her own groin against the bed a couple of times as she sat there, sort of wrestling with Jessie against her side, all so her right paw could tease the poor defenseless slit that was only half the size of her own. Moments pass, filled with the sounds of the raptor's stimulation and disdain, even is she wasn't loud, and only making a fuss, till they grew longer and heavier as the reptile panted slightly. Michelle saw Jessie's thighs tense as she dragged her fingertips down the crease of her puffy vaginal lips, rubbing the diaper padding across her labia enough to give the girl a lot less to complain about. Even so, as she finally began winning a hint of cooperation, she pulled her paw from the now hot crotch of the pink diaper. "Time for your bath! Bet you need it now, huh baby?", Michelle announced abruptly, leaving the slit of the raptor tense from the sudden loss of touch. Her inner walls contracted a couple times, sort of pumping, as the girl felt what it was like to be denied masturbation for the first time. Jessie looked up confusedly as Michelle began to stand, before looking down at the diaper again once she shifted her weight and heard that familiar crinkle her sitter's fingers were making. Being the baby wasn't fun when you were seven years old. With a quiet frown, scaly lips curling on her small raptor muzzle, Jessie slid on her diapered bottom across the cool, smooth bed sheet, till her footclaws were on the floor and following Michelle. Jessie was now mildly regretting saying she didn't want the paw between her legs - cause she got her wish after she had changed her mind. The soft steps of four footpaws and the jingle of the dragon's handbag against her hip were the only sounds in the quiet house as the orange glow from the windows began to fade, and night was slowly setting upon the home. It was time for young girls to get their bath and be tucked into bed. At least that was the order given to Michelle. Stepping into the bathroom, Michelle placed her bag on the toilet lid and positioned Jessie so the girl was facing towards her, with her ridged raptor tail just touching the cool side of the tub. It felt chilly and send a shiver up the little one's spine, but she stood still as her eyes watched over Michelle. Kneeling down, the older girl placed the sides of her paws on the younger's hips, with the sound of tearing adhesive straps filling the small bathroom as the tight diaper was removed. The front fell from Jessie's pelvis, and a sigh of relief came across the raptor's muzzle as the tightness on her groin and legs eased, while the tab above her tail was un-strapped. With the diaper free of her tail, it fell to the ground with a soft thump, leaving the girl bare. Being rid of the constricting diaper she was being punished with was enough for her to feel slightly excited about being naked in front of Michelle. Though, she was forced to hum aloud once Michelle maneuvered herself lower by spreading her legs out, using Jessie's own thighs as leverage. In front of the dragon's blue eyes was the young slit she had missed the past week, looking as young and puffy as ever, after her initial tease. "Poor thing.. I bet you didn't like me stopping, did you?", Michelle spoke softly, but in a teasing tone, as she took the role of a naughty parent. The breaths from her nostrils and speaking flowed warmly across the little raptor's pubic scales, making the girl shift her legs slightly at her moist lips feeling the air. Her slit's lips were open just barely from arousal, with the pink of her vagina showing in between the pink-hued brown scales. Along that tender line was a glisten of fluid in the light of the bathroom, showing just why the girl's thighs had tensed up here and there. Jessie refrained from answering, and simply kept up her pout even if Michelle was not looking up at her muzzle. The act was quickly brought to an end as the dragon's right paw slipped itself around and under her tail, cupping the underside base of it as she pressed her muzzle in between the younger girl's legs. The raptor gasped sharply and let out a childish growl of pleasure, sounding higher pitched and more cute then deep and menacing, at the sudden feeling of something wet and warm tickling the zenith of her slit between the lips upon her swollen clitoral hood. Her scaly paws found themselves sliding her fingers through Michelle's hair, as her knees locked and she accepted the tongue, gently arching her back at the slow motions of the tongue as it increased how much pressed to her lips. It had started with the tip, but her tongue was beginning to work it's way down, all the way across her slit in mere moments. All Jessie could see was the green dragon's muzzle pressing to her groin, and the tip of her snout disappearing between her legs. It felt like being wiped with a smooth, wet sponge of some kind, to the little girl... easing her eyes closed and straddling the muzzle as it licked it's way between her lips in simple, firm motions. The stroking across her feminine opening was driving her insides to contract pleasurefully, while the return stroke across her labia, urethra, and clitoris only served to give a sharp jolt of stimulation to seal the deal. The way Michelle began running the tip of her tongue across her clitoris was making her pelvis clench hard, and though it felt great, it was also putting a lot of pressure on her belly. The raptor was still so new to this, feeling those muscles ache out of deep arousal and the need to orgasm was foreign. It made her grunt and groan aloud, whimpering on occasion as she got up on her tippy-toes and and used her paws on Michelle's shoulders to learn foreward. Spreading her legs a bit more, Michelle could see the little lower tummy and groin of the little girl clench hard after every skillful and teasingly slow stroke across the fleshy nub of the girl, and using her very opening and urethra to her advantage, to send nerve pulses up and around to different organs and make her muscles tense harder, and harder. It was like rubbing the head of a little boy's shaft, but nothing more. Sharp pleasure, but a lot of muscle clenching. "Mmmff! Michelle, I can't take any more!", Jessie whined out from her muzzle, baring her teeth from the mixed array of emotions and feelings she was trying so hard to process. Her tight and tiny opening was leaking a slight, yet steady stream of little girl cum as if it was being painstakingly milked from her adolescent insides. What did not pool between her scaled lips, leaked down them and slowly dribbled down her smooth inner thighs as time passed. Her teeth grit harder and harder, becoming more vocal about her plight, as her footpaws would tremble and lift from the floor before being slowly settled back down. Michelle had her eyes closed and was only enjoying the rough tease she was giving the girl by not focusing on one area, and licking so slowly. Her tongue was pulling the tastes of the girl right into her mouth where she rolled it around like fine wine - even if she did swallow once she tasted it. It felt so warm inside of her maw, and her tongue and lips felt hot from the little girl's supple vagina flesh. What was pink seemed increasingly red as the raptor grew more aroused then she knew to handle, and Michelle was feeling similar. The dragon was intoxicated from the aroma her nostrils had been blessed with, and felt like she was making quite the mess of her underwear even without touching herself. Her own muscles were pumping in a steady rhythm with her tongue, convulsing the walls of her slit with each lick, and feeling as if her own feminine parts would burst with cum with each tiny swallow of little Jessie's juices as it came barely a teaspoon at a time. Giving the child a bit more, with a firm press of her muzzle to the nether lips of the raptoress, she shoved the end of her tongue into the tight opening in the back of the little one's slit. An act that elicited a squeal from Jessie as the tip of the tongue wiggled and teased around the opening, as the muscle around the entrance of the raptor's sex squeezed around the tongue with several hard, orgasmic pumps before a moderate gush of fluids splashed across the tip of that hot tongue. The cum ran straight down it and dribbled onto the cream colored throw rug the raptor was standing on, as she quivered and used Michelle's shoulders for support. The drip was silent as it hit the shag rug and diaper padding, being absorbed slowly into the fabric below as the girl whimpered just a little, huffing and breathing through her nostrils to get her energy back. Michelle licked her own lips and eyed the tiny slit and the drips of semi-thick fluid falling from it... pressing her nostrils into the scales at the tip of her slit to take one last deep breath before looking up at the eyes that were peering down at her. The dragon grinned to the raptor, slipping her right paw from under the little one's warm tail, to place both her paws on Jessie's own, to ease the girl up to her own feet. "Feel like acting pouty now Jes'? I got what I wanted, and you got your diaper off a bit longer then just your bath. Win - win, isn't it sweetie?", Michelle encouraged in her own way, putting a positive spin on her molestation, even as her breath smelled like Jessie's young flower, and the nectar it produced. Jessie could have sworn even the dragon's teeth looked shiny. She could not muster such a grin or smile in her condition, and kept her weak expression as she recomposed herself and nodded in response to what she was told. She was not in the position to argue, or even talk for that matter, till she got her wind back. Michelle did not ease her into that, as she was last time. Once standing on her own, she leaned against the side of the tub even if it felt cold, as her babysitter began running the bathwater for her. Michelle set the water to be lukewarm for the girl, so it would not be too hot or too cold, idly rubbing herself between the legs as she watched the water. Her own vagina felt tender after such a spectacle, and she was smearing fluids that had leaked out onto her panties all over her reptilian skin. She even felt a hint of it on her tailhole it had worked it's way around enough, and soaked a good bit of her pink cotton lace panties. Once the tub was filled, she reached out and shut off the water, with Jessie climbing in without a protest or evening being told. Unlike Michelle, Jessie didn't like the feel of her legs basting in her own secretions. The cub cased herself down onto the base of her tail, sinking down into the water till the water level was mid-chest. She held her lower tummy with both claws, curious about the dull ache from her muscles. She had used them like she never had before, and strained herself. Made her pubic muscles feel stiff, and as she stared down into the clear water at her nude body, Michelle stared down into it as well. A sly grin crept across her maw, as an idea hit her. "You okay? Feeling kind of bad?", Michelle was certain to ask lightly, to make it appear to be an honest question. Still breathing heavier then normal from her nostrils, Jessie shook her head. "My tummy aches. I think..", the raptor was quick to reply, idly rubbing the scales of her lower belly down to her pelvis, an inch or so above her slit. Michelle made something of an approving sound as she ran her right index finger through the lukewarm water, to hear it's sound before turning herself around where she knelt, to her handbag resting on the toilet lid. Jessie sat in the water and stared quietly, not certain of what she was looking for in that bag, with her paws digging through it to find an item. What she slipped out of her purse made the raptor cock her head to one side. An old mercury thermometer that her mommy used to have, which the dragon used to look professional, tapping the metal end with one of her claws and giving the thermometer a shake. "Stand up real quick Jes', so I can take your temperature and make sure you're okay", she was told by her sitter, not really minding having the thing in her muzzle when her mom did it. So, the bare girl stood back up onto her footpaws in the water, getting ready to open her maw when directed, without so much as a peep. But, that was not what Michelle had in mind, watching beads of water run down the scales and soft curves of the girl in front of her. It was going to be an excuse to get naughty with Jessie without her knowing. Thermometer in her left paw, she reached across the tub and took a green washcloth into her right and dipped it in the water, before rubbing it against a bar of soap at her side, on the edge of the tub. That part made the raptor raise her right eyeridge, but there was little time for personal confusion and imagining what was going on. Her answer came quickly as her small, young eyes stared at the creamy soap caked into the cloth's fibers, lathering slightly even without being scrubbed anywhere but the bar. "Do you remember getting the thermometer under the tail when you were younger? Well, you're the baby tonight. My little girl, and you get to do everything my way", Michelle sounded more then proud to announce, motioning with her paw and the soapy cloth for Jessie to approach the side of the tub. Even without that pink diaper clamped to her hips and chaffing her scales and pride, it seemed the girl had little escape from the punishment her mother devised and Michelle continued. Instead of protesting, the girl took a step through the water and placed her paws on the side of the tub as directed by Michelle, giving her a look to show she was displeased. Wrapping her left arm around to little Jessie's back, she placed her wrist against the raptor's lower back to bend her foreword enough to get the young one's tail up. Before starting anything, Michelle turned her green muzzle down to touch the tip of it to the side of Jessie's brown raptor snout, and to give her a cross look into those pouty eyes as if to say, 'I kept your secret last time and didn't say you had to be punished. You had better listen!'. "Hold still girl, I'm going to wash you under the tail first so I don't get my thermometer dirty", the dragon announced as her intentions, taking her muzzle from Jessie's to look over the child's shoulder and down to the curved rump covered slightly by the raptor's stiff tail. Her bluish-green stripes went down her back and tail to accent her brown scales, and her curves were so smooth and appealing to the eye - with that bearing no matter as Michelle placed her idea into motion and thought only of how she once licked under that tail eagerly. Cloth slipping between the supple cheeks of the child's rear, Michelle held the child to herself and the edge of the tub and scrubbed slowly under the cub's tail. Jessie's muzzle twitched as she shifted her eyes downward, standing as told even as her body encountered more touches from her sitter, regardless of the reason. The dragon was able to feel the young backside once again and it's shape, as the base of her tail was lathered and cleaned with the cloth, even if it was nothing more then a ploy to massage the base of the little girl's tail. In gentle motions, she squeezed at the raptor's tailbase with the soapy cloth gliding slickly across her scales, and giving her tiny, pink hued tailhole a twinge from the strokes across it. While the motions themselves were fine, the soap burned at the entrance to her pucker, and it was not the most comfortable. For several moments of Michelle's groping and stroking through the washcloth, she delt with it like the 'big girl' she wanted to be viewed as, even as her tail shook and lifted occasionally out of natural reflex to the stimulation to her tailhole; positive or otherwise. Michelle could not be satisfied long with the massaging of the child's raptor tailbase and adolescent, baby-fat laden girlish cheeks. It felt so firm and gentle under her paws, but there was more to be had. Curling her middle finger, she aimed it upwards towards the crease at the base of the little one's tail, and shoved it upwards with a hint of force. Jessie's toes curled immediately, and she let off a sharp while and gripped the tub as Michelle began to wiggle her finger to work the cloth inside of her young pucker of muscle. Pressing her pelvis and groin to the side of the tub, water sloshing slightly from her movements, the burn increased. What was once a dull sting, was now an aching burn to the soft pink flesh inside of her, thanks to the drying effect on her mucus membranes. It made her wince and clench her tailhole, essentially rubbing the ring of muscle against the cloth and her sitter's finger, much to Michelle's delight. But, once the child's backside was cleaned thoroughly, like a proper little girl, Michelle removed her paw and the soapy cloth from under Jessie's tail, setting it on the edge of the tub for the moment. Jessie whimpered slightly, muzzle stuck in a wince as she delt with the slight soap-sting from the cleaning and scrubbing, trying to be quiet as she could. Eyes clenched, it brought her much relief as the dragon's right paw began splashing water up underneath the base of her tail. In moments of the cool water being splashed under her tail, soap lather being washed away, she began to feel much better, as if the water put out a small fire. There was no denying her backside was plenty clean enough to have her temperature taken, but opening one of her eyes slightly, Jessie quivered her lower lip and bared her teeth just barely afterwards, to speak up for herself. "I really don't like being the baby. Don't wanna' get in any more trouble.. can we stop? I'm sorry I wet my underwear", she spoke quietly, whining more wholeheartedly now that she had enough reminders to remember why she wanted to grow up. She had finally obtained a degree of independence she didn't enjoy losing, being treated this way and told to control her bathroom habits and reserve them for her diaper. She needed to pee as it was, and standing there in the tub, there was no way she could go and not get caught. For the moment she'd have to hold it, which now that she was paying more attention to her bladder, it was not too difficult a task to start with, even if it got tougher as minutes moved by. Michelle, at least in her current mindset of lusting over Jessie, was not in the mood to humor the little girl's plea with an answer. Reaching behind the raptor, she pulled the thermometer from her left paw, allowing it to rest on the raptor's back instead of only her wrist. It stroked up and down her scales softly, till coming to rest between the girl's arms... pivoting and maneuvering the tip of the thermometer down under her tail. She moved it up and under till she hit fleshy scale, and Jessie gave a twitch at the cold metal's contact to inform her sitter she found her mark. Not blessing the raptor with any Vaseline upon the metal end of the glass thermometer, she relied on any residual soap lather to allow the insertion to go smoothly... but as the expression and bare teeth of the raptor showed, the pressure of pushing in the thermometer was uncomfortable, if not very embarrassing. She couldn't even remember the last time she got a thermometer back there, much less in a standing position. She forced her stiff tail upwards and relaxed her tailhole as best she could, to help the thermometer along, for her own best interest. Looking down with a blush in her reptilian snout, the thermometer was inside of her an inch, and the dragon simply held the free end of it to allow the girl's temperature to be taken. She knew nothing was wrong, but if she was going to amuse herself with a rectal thermometer, she felt she ought to actually read the child's temperature. Standing in the water as the two minutes passed, Jessie tried to breathe normally, even if her tired body was feeling pressure from anxiety. The water was cooling the more it sat there unused, and she wanted to use the bathwater before it got cold. Standing there quietly with a thermometer clenched in her tailhole felt like more of a punishment then she first thought, and it seemed feeble now that her pelvic muscles had relaxed and she didn't feel strange any longer. With the time needed to take the girl's temperature expired, and having gotten to stare long enough at the pink hued pucker of scale and flesh with the thermometer's metal tip completely hidden in the bowels of the young raptoress, she slowly slid it from her reptilian tailhole without a warning. The girl's thighs clenched, which made the motion of the thermometer against her sensitive flesh that much more unexpected. "Let's see..", Michelle began to speak with that motherly voice to humor herself, flicking the thermometer in front of her eyes, ".. You look fine to me! Now why did you go and fuss when nothing was wrong?", she went on to prod, grinning playfully as if trying to hint to the little one that she was in no danger and had messed with her the entire time. Not a single scent reached her nostrils as she took the thermometer from her line of sight and sat it down on the bathroom counter behind herself. Being told that made Jessie make a face; vague at that. In moments she had time to drift her adolescent mind off as she was seated comfortably back down into her bath and allowed to play. Jessie has a rubber duck she was fond of, and poked the floating toy around the water while she was washed by the same soapy washcloth. Michelle was content enough with getting to wash the child that she didn't add anything special to make Jessie displeased, not wanting to drop out of the raptor's good side so she could continue this sexual games and tricks for years to come. Getting to watch her chest bud would be a memory of a lifetime. Being washed was simply a gentle massage to the little raptoress, as the cloth washed her back, legs feet, tail. Michelle even washed the girl's slit with only water, to make the bath more comfortable. Seeing the raptor's smile gave her a different kind of arousal, as she splashed water up between the tight, un-aroused vaginal lips to clean the little one out. In minutes, with a couple extra to watch Jessie bat the yellow duck around the tub, she was pulled from the tub by her underarms and set on the throw rug adjacent to her diaper to not get it wet. Michelle planned on using it still. Toweling Jessie dry from the scales of her head to the dewclaw on her big toes, with slow, soft emphasis to patting her slit dry, Michelle stroked the left side of the child's snout with the backs of her fingers. "Wait here Jes', I'll go get you a nightie so I can diaper you and get you into bed", she told her charge with a smile, since the bath went without a hitch and the raptoress happened to smell rather nice. The dragon had enough small orgasms into her underwear and jeans to stop her from 'crotch diving' a second time. Leaving Jessie alone to wait for her to come back and get her ready for bed, with the young one's approval, she left the bathroom to Jessie's room right next to it. Thumbing through Jessie's wooden drawers to pick out a nightie, she was distracted by a sudden sound after several moments. With a small white, frilly nightie in her two paws, she winced and shot her head upwards from the open drawer. She didn't? No, not after what she had been told. With a stomp in her step, Michelle walked back into the hallway and into the bathroom doorway, to see Jessie standing right where she left her, even if she was looking guilty. The dragon gave a cross look with her eyes, stepping foreword with her arms crossed, and the nightie in her right paw. She knew what she heard. Uncrossing her arms quickly, her left paw flung to her handbag on the toilet lid, dropped it on the counter and opened the lid with a step backwards from the raptor cub. All she had to do was look at the tint of the water to drop the nightie on the floor and grasp Jessie by her left upper-arm, which incited a fearful cry from her. "Jessie, I know for a fact I told you the toilet was off-limits and you were supposed to wet your diaper!", Michelle snapped at her, even if the dragon thought in her head it sounded strange. But more often then not, 'strange' to the lesbian dragoness meant 'erotic'. Jessie tried to tug her arm away, but at seven, she was only half Michelle's size at best. "I didn't have it on! I needed to go!", Jessie tried to defend herself with, since she did need to go and did not have her diaper on. That much was true, even if she did break the rule placed on her by her babysitter. Michelle reached over to the toilet and flushed it, giving the lid a smack from the tips of her fingers to place it back down. With an agitated flick of her tail, she threw the long green thing out of the way and sat down on the lid of the toilet with the raptor standing unwillingly in front of her scornful stare. "That excuse doesn't work, cause you could have waited. You know what happens when you don't listen, Jes'? You remember?", came the inevitable scolding and consequences, as the dragon's paw reached up onto the counter to fetch her small paddle from her handbag as she stared into Jessie's eyes and kept the girl still. Jessie did indeed remember that first spanking she got, even if it was brief. Being a more immature seven year old, she squealed aloud tearily, pulling away as much as she could and using her footpaws as leverage, even if she stomped them as she began to cry and have a tantrum. Seeing the thin wooden paddle pulled from her sitter's bag was more then enough to have her pleading in tears for what she had done, kicking her legs even before she was smacked once. Not willing to have any of that, Michelle yanked Jessie upwards by her arm and towards her, to put the girl between her legs. Supported up against her, her left paw grasped Jessie's tail and swung the paddle before taking any aim, just so she could stop Jessie before she knew what was happening. The first sudden crack of the thin wooden paddle on the base of her tail made Jessie's cries fall silent as her maw opened wide, going onto her tippy-toes as the small swatting device continued to find her rear and undertail without fail. Being so small, it stung much worse then Michelle's paw alone, and the young raptor quivered as she tried to get her air back. By the third spank, she finally let out a deep cry, howling it out and squirming painfully on her legs as her backside stung. Her claws tried to reach behind herself and cover her rear, but that was not removing Michelle's paw from her tail. Once steady on her footclaws, Jessie lowered her head and began crying in long pitiful sobs, while Michelle tapped at the backs of the raptoress' paws with the smooth face of the paddle. "You're going to stand there and take it Jessie, I mean it. I will spank those paws away if I have to. Put them at your sides, on my knees, right now", Michelle was quick to scold crisply and sternly, un-phased by the raptor's tears and her quivering lower jaw. These kids had to pay a price when they disobeyed. Michelle had been spanked to learn, and her young charges were no different. Jessie, with heavy reluctance, slowly moved her claws from under her tail and wiped at her eyes. She knew her sitter was downright mad, and not taking her seriously would be a big mistake. There was nothing left to do but submit to Michelle's parenting, or at least what Michelle made it out to be. Her claws reached down to her sides and held onto the pant legs of the dragon, lowering her head so she could stuff her face into the bosom of the one spanking her. Michelle couldn't help but take a deep breath once the little one decided to cry between her pert breasts, but with a duty to perform, she gripped the child's tail tightly and swung her right arm. The small swatter paddle whistled through the air since it was so light, and struck the soft scales of the raptor with a loud slap upon impact. It made Jessie wince hard against Michelle, pressing herself into the dragon and stepping back and forth on her footclaws as she tried to stand still. Spanking slow like that, one spank at a time since Jessie's pain tolerances were low, Michelle taught the little girl to listen - the hard way. Each spank was hard and bit deep into scale and the flesh beneath, across the cheeks of her rear, and into the bottom-side base of her raptor tail. Her tailhole that had once burned with the light sting of soap and a rectal thermometer, was now burning with the hot sting of the wood tool's fury. Her brown scales, and even the pink-ish spot at the base of her tail, was all turning a shade of red with every loud, crisp sounding swat the girl had to endure. Four... five... the swats came, with each one making Jessie cry louder and made different, sadder whines and sounds. Her thighs squirmed, calves ached from moving her legs, and her footclaws couldn't keep their bearings the more she shifted them and scuffed her ebony claws against the linoleum. Her body shook from the pain of the spanking, but she couldn't be the baby! She had to stand and be a good girl! "I'll use.. my dia'per Mi-.. Mi-..!", Jessie tried to reassure as a plea, crying and trying to speak, but her pitch was so high and her sobs and squirming intense enough that she could no longer get out the syllables for her babysitter's name. Spank number eight had her bending her left knee, while her right leg fell out from under her. Michelle had to hold her tail and keep her up while she swung paddle swat number nine, right into the base of her left cheek, where she could bypass some baby-fat and whap it hard into some muscle, to give little Jessie something to think about. She assigned a number of swats in her head when this began, and be damned if she wasn't going to meet it. Jessie howled out sharply, catching herself with her right leg and leaning more foreward as her left footclaw lifted up into the air behind her, as her leg flexed naturally and quivered from the aching sting to her scales. It was hard to stand, as Michelle spanked the paddle hard into the same spot below her left cheek, making the sting much harsher, and making Jessie tense up painfully and cry out into the dragon's shirt as she bawled into it. One more, Michelle thought... and placed that spank right onto the base of Jessie's tail once more, crisp, solid, and loud enough to sound like the crack of a belt as it smacked the meaning of obedience into the now reddened pucker of the cub. Ten slow, painstakingly drilled swats into the raptoress' backside, Michelle took the paddle from under her tail and set it on the counter next to her bag. Jessie screamed out her cries into Michelle's chest, and while the dragon believed in what she did, and was upset at what Jessie had done, she could not help but genuinely wrap her green arms around the cub and give her a squeeze. Her paws stayed clear of Jessie's tail, to let it sting for now, but she stroked up and down her young charge's back, while her left paw cradled her scaly head into her shirt. "It's all over now Jes', calm down.. It's okay", Michelle said soothingly, nuzzling her muzzle up against the left side of the cub's head, while she cried. Jessie's claws left Michelle's knees to hug back and pull at her shirt, out of reaction to the pain. She had regained her footing, even if keeping weight on her left leg did not feel entirely comfortable. Her rear felt hot, as if it was radiating from her tail. It took a minute or two of the dragon's gentle rocking hug as she sat there on the porcelain toilet, to calm the stinging little girl she had spanked. But eventually the cries dulled and the tears began to ease up. When Jessie lifted her head from between the breasts of her babysitter, there were two distinct wet spots from all her tears, and perhaps a bit extra from her childish spittle. Claws wiping her eyes and nostrils, she tried to get her composure back, reaching back with one of her claws to rub the swatting welts once she thought she was safe and hopefully allowed. Once she began rubbing her scales and tailhole, the heat was heavy, and it stung to the touch. Made her cringe, but ultimately, it began to ease away the sting her scales were holding. Looking up, she met Michelle's light smile and frowned a bit harder as she looked through her wet and cloudy eyes. She felt well punished, as well as guilty. It's not like Michelle had ever told on her. "I'm sorry! Really!", Jessie was able to say without sobbing and breaking the words, even if they sounded very teary. The teary nature made them sound quite repentant, for only three words. Michelle simply stroked the wet cheeks of her raptor, and gave her a lick across the tip of her snout as she held the cub. "Forgiven. Let's go get you more comfortable. I think you'll behave now", she was replied with, receiving a pat on the back before being released. Michelle collecting the nightie she dropped, and the pink diaper, Jessie followed her sitter's lead back to her own room, ready for a change of scenery to finish getting ready for bed. She was sick of being in the bathroom and figured Michelle agreed. Once back inside her cool room, the dragon gestured for the end of Jessie's bed, for her to hop on up. "Diaper again?..", Jessie asked quietly and somberly, trying to get her voice recomposed all the way. So soon after a spanking, it still did not sound right even if she tried to compensate and act tough. She was too little to do a good job of it. "You got it Jes'. On your back", Michelle ordered, though lightly since she knew there was not going to be a compliance issue. Jessie wanted to be let off the hook, but that did not seem to be happening. So, she laid down on her back, wincing slightly from the sting in her rear. She kept it off her bed with her legs spread, and footpaws keeping herself propped up. Hurt her knees and hips to hold that position, but figured she could since she needed to be diapered anyway. Sliding the backside of the diaper underneath the seven year old raptor, the dragon secured it to her tail using all the room she had to work with, making it snug with the adhesive tab. Staring at the closed, warm feminine lips of the girl, she wondered just how hard it would be to get that diaper on. Her mother must have really made Jessie uncomfortable, but, this was what was available and it had to be done. Getting Jessie to lay down entirely to get ready for the rest, she looked like she'd protest about having pressure on her rear... but she remained good as she promised, even if her muzzle already spoke of discomfort. "Sorry Jessie, but you'll learn this way. Then no more Pull-Ups at night! I know you hate those. Take your punishment and learn.. maybe I'll give you something of a treat for this", Michelle actually encouraged, petting across the bare front of Jessie's right thigh, fingers resting on her right girl-slit lip, with the tips of her claws at the cute, young crease. Jessie hummed curiously, since it sounded like Michelle had an idea. Raising a finger to tell Jessie to wait right there, Michelle left the room to fetch something from her bag. Only took a second and the dragon was back with a toy of hers, that she held behind her back and did not let the cub see. Holding it low, she slipped it between the raptor's legs, and stroked it up and down the length of the girl's smooth, clean slit. Jessie didn't seem to mind the strokes, but they weren't anything she wasn't used to. What happened next was odd though. Michelle spread the little girl's vaginal lips with her free paw, and pressed the tip of the device against her small opening below. The pressure made Jessie grunt, but it slipped in very quickly with a push from Michelle. So soon after a spanking, the pain from her poor entrance being spread made her sob once, squirming her thighs once it popped in. From there, all Michelle had to do was slide it down into the little raptor... deeper and deeper into her female crevice till it was three inches in. Lifting her head and squeezing a sole pair of tears from her tired eyes, Jessie saw something pink with a black end sticking out from her 'special place'. She had been fingered before, but this was a bit wider then Michelle's fingers. Maybe almost two fingers wide! It hurt a little but not too badly at least when compared to the paddling, and with her virginity already taken by Michelle's tail, there was no blood or howl, though she did wish she had more self-lubrication before that was placed between her legs. "What.. is that?", was all Jessie could really think of to ask, bewildered by what Michelle was doing. This was supposed to be a treat, or at least that is what her sitter said. It felt less discomforting as it sat there in her young passage, but it wasn't doing anything grand either. "Something special. It's something I use for myself, even if it's small for me, lil' one", Michelle actually giggled at her thought, even as she prepared for the harder part of diapering the cub. Jessie bit her lip and tensed up once the dragon took the front of the diaper into her paws, and did so even harder when she pulled. Making pained whines and discomforted whimpers, Jessie tried to stay still as Michelle stretched the too-small diaper up and over her hips. Took muscle to cram that thing against her hips and pelvis, keeping it pulled all the way up till her other paw could strap the tabs and pull them as tight as she could. Even if she wanted to cry, Jessie held them back till the deed was finally done, and the diaper was again tightly clenching her legs and poor little crotch. This felt pretty close to how tight her mother got it, but now with the crotch of the diaper pressing hard into her tiny slit, it was pushing up at the device still stuck in her passage, being clenched upon to try and keep it from being forced any further in. It felt long and smooth, and that's all she could really feel besides the pressure the diaper was causing her lower extremities. Reaching behind herself to undo her jeans, the dragon slid the well-snug jeans from her legs and off her draconic footpaws to kick them aside. As wet as she had made her underwear, it had leaked past the pink fabric and made her inner thighs glisten, and even a bit of her rear end from what Jessie could see as she slid up into the bed with her. Michelle went to the head of the bed and motioned for the young girl to follow, as she propped herself up with her legs spread as the two had played once before. But, she had a new game. Sitting on the upper base of her tail, with her back against the wall, the thicker bits of draconic female cum stuck to her tail and the crotch of her cotton panties, with her personal scents getting strong, even for herself. Jessie's nostrils flared at the scent and she slowed down her crawl up the bed for a moment, till she finished doing as directed. Michelle got the girl at her side, laying down on her back as before, but had her pull her knees back towards herself to keep her legs in the air, and the tight crotch of the diaper sticking out at her. "Do your babysitter a big favor sweetie. Get some pee ready, I want to see you wet your diaper. I'm sure you can muster some", Michelle said with a grin across her maw, right paw going between her legs to rub through the cum and fabric at her swollen slit. Jessie blushed crimson across her muzzle at such an order, but... she didn't wet them like she was supposed to the first time and was spanked, so she could not much deny Michelle again. Closing her eyes, the cub thought about waterfalls and streams. Swimming, toilets, those urinal things boys used that confused the hell out of her. Took a couple moments but the dragon did not mind, seeing the little girl's paws clench and her try to release her bladder so badly. Once her bladder let go, Jessie huffed through her nostrils since there was pressure on her urethra from the toy shoved into her, as well as the diaper itself. She had to push to get it out, as if there was a plug shoved into her 'pee hole'. It hurt and made her whine a little, but Michelle moaned aloud from her open muzzle as she masturbated more quickly at her clit and hood through her panties as she watched the little raptor's diaper change color. As small as the diaper was, it took little to soak it and turn the crotch of the diaper yellow-ish, and dull the pink. The wet cummy fabric made he dragon's feminine jerking feel sharp, since her underwear had ticklish fibers her fingers did not, and it made her want to cum not once, but a good four times. But since the girl had wet her diaper as told, it was time for that treat. Easing up on her own vagina for a moment, she slid a small controller from her pocket and pushed a slider with her thumb from off to full. The device was her small remote vibrator, perfect for the cub's slit. The sudden activation of the vibrator within her lips and passage made Jessie want to squirm, but she stayed in her position, letting the device do was it was intended to do. It felt wonderful! Her teeth grit and even a smile crept across her blushing snout, with the tip of her tail curling towards the sky as her legs twitched as she held them from the strong pleasures her sex was enjoying. Her young walls clenched tightly on the new object and pushed at it, with her diaper serving to keep it in, no matter how hard she pushed. So, she continued those pleasure muscle clenches to 'push it out' and allow it to vibrate her girl place. The watching Michelle actually hit orgasm before the child once she began rubbing her fingers hard into her mature slit, still she cummed hard enough to squirt a bit of it through her panty fabric to land on her tail. The thick portion stayed, but the more watery cum slid down the side of her tail. Rubbing away with the tips of her fingers, and even her claws to add a slightly painful prick to her lips at times, during her second orgasm, with her walls convulsing in glee, the little raptor had her own orgasm. As testament to the little girl's age, as strong as the raptor came, squeezing on the vibrator enough to make the diaper bulge out slightly, she only made a little cum. Since her diaper was already wet, it simply coated the wet material and coated her lil' vagina, right down to her tailhole as it spread. At least she had her lubricant, and the vibrator was indeed a treat, even with that diaper on her. Exhausted, she released her legs and her footpaws flopped over Michelle's left leg. The vibrations had been numbed by her orgasm, so it only served to aid her afterglow, laying there panting and heaving cutely for something so small... but old enough to where seeing them in a sopping wet diaper was a sight to see. Fumbling over her shaking paws, Michelle got the remote back into her paw and shut off the vibrator for the girl now that she looked exhausted. Not to mention quite ready for bed. If only she could masturbate every cub at bedtime, they'd never argue. Simply pass out. Her own slit, coated in it's milky girlish juices, had it's fill. After seeing so much as she did, Michelle was pent up rather badly, and all she needed was a couple of tact strokes down her labia. Her clitoris just made it that much more powerful. "Can.. I get my diaper.. you know, changed?", Jessie was sure to ask soon after the two had began resting, with her ankles still resting on her babysitter's left leg, footpaws bare to the eyes of the dragon. She was too tired to think about indulging in any more of her fetishes, and simply gave the raptor's right footclaw a pat and shook her head as she slid off the side of Jessie's bed on the topside of her tail, as to not coat her bed sheets in cum. "Diapers aren't Pull-Ups sweetie, you can't just pull them off and change them like a big girl. You can ask me for a change in the morning", Michelle was able to respond after a couple seconds of getting on her feet and getting her bearings. Her legs stayed together to ensure she didn't drip anything on the ground, even if cum ran down her tail in the process as she waddled towards the corner of the raptor's room to use a towel she saw laying discarded. Jessie didn't like the idea of laying in a diaper that was cramming the wet crotch up into her, but she figured she'd be fine till morning. If anything, the vibrator helped keep the urine soaked material away from her slit where it'd cause problems. Ugh, the vibrator. She figured she'd have to wait till morning for that too. Even her own cum felt warm and slick, sticking to her scales and making her feel gooey between her tiny lips. Too tired to argue, she quietly turned around and laid her head down on her pillow tiredly. Once Michelle had finished wiping at her underwear, thighs, and tail, and turned, the dragon found the raptor already asleep. She had to stifle a giggle at the little one passing out from her orgasm. Didn't take her forever to clean up, even if it did take a couple minutes to be thorough and attempt to dry her underwear so she wouldn't totally ruin yet another pair. "Well, you don't need that nightie then I guess..", Michelle whispered, placing the backs of her paws on her hips. With a quick smirk and shake of her head, she stepped over to the edge of the bed and pulled the thin sheet up and over the little raptor's legs. She couldn't bear to cover her all the way and remove that sweet pink diaper from her view, or the scent of sweet fluids and the young one's pee. In fact, she leaned over the bed and took a whiff of the girl's groin just for kicks, before kissing her muzzle and saying goodnight by only moving her lips. Ready to relax herself, the dragon sat down on the floor in her shirt and panties, legs spread for her underwear to dry. Book in her paws, she leaned against the wall to bask in her own aromas and that of Jessie's, before she'd have to get some rest and clean everything up before the raptor's parents got home. She was going to have another glowing review and praise of the diaper punishment, to ensure her place at her favorite cub's side next week. Michelle grinned slyly across her muzzle, lowering her book and looking down at her own vagina through the damp, semi-transparent fabric of her panties. Oh all the things she could do to Jessie.