Cindy watched as her best friend Linda took her husband Lee by the hand and into his nursery. She heard Linda take the sissy over her knee and spank him, then admonish him for embarrassing her in the store and in front of her friend. She heard his diaper being changed, she heard him whimpering, then heard him being put into his crib for the night.
“Ahh, now I can finally relax for the night!” Linda said when she returned. “Can I get you some coffee.”
“Yes, please,” Cindy said. When they both settled into their chairs, Cindy said, “Linda, look. I just have to say something. I know you have been bound and determined to humiliate and degrade LEe since he cheated on you but I am starting to worry you are going too far.”
“Really?” Linda said. “What do you mean?”
Cindy was kind of shocked. “Um, Walmart today? An hour ago? That scene? Linda. Linda, in the middle of the store at 3 in the afternoon you stopped shopping, yanked down your effeminate, sissified husband’s skirt, pulled down his plastic panties, checked his diaper, told everyone around that he had pooped his Pampers, then slapped his thigh. You screamed at him to stop sucking his thumb like a crybaby. Then with his skirt still hobbling him, you took him by the hand and marched him through the store, his diapers and plastic panties on full display. Everyone was laughing at him or taking pictures. Those girls came up and asked if they could change his diapers. That guy offered you money to fuck your sissy husband. Then you took him into the ladies room, tripped him onto the bathroom floor, yanked off his poopy Pampers, lifted his legs, spanked him, powdered him, put him into new diapers, checked the fitting on his chastity cage in front of all the ladies in the restroom, told everyone how his tiny cock would never cum again unless it was into a pair of Pampers, put his plastic panties on and told him he was so naughty he didn’t deserve to wear a skirt. Then you finished shopping for another hour, him toddling behind you, weeping, sobbing, walking in his humiliating diapers. I mean….you don’t think maybe you’ve gone too far.”
Linda couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she heard her best friend recount their day out with her hubby.
“No, I don’t. Would you like a cookie?”
