It had been a few months since Mary started wearing diapers to bed. Though the young fox was still insecure about still needing nighttime protection at the age of 10, she knew she needed them and could at least tolerate wearing them.

	However, her mother had told her that if she could go two week without wetting her diapers at night, she would finally be allowed to start wearing panties to bed again. Having woken up the last thirteen mornings completely dry, she was excited at the prospect of finally being rid of diapers for good.

	The fourteenth morning, Mom woke her daughter up. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead"! Mary mumbled groggily and sat up in bed. After stretching and taking a few minutes to get woken up, Mary went to her mother's room.
	
	"Mom, I'm dry again. Can I stop wearing these things to bed now?" Mary asked.

	"Let me make sure", Mom said, tugging the front of the girl's diaper out. "Huh, it looks like you did wet your diaper after all..."

	Mary was shocked. She certainly didn't feel wet down there, but taking a look for herself, she could see that there was indeed a damp spot in her diaper.

	"Oh, come on, Mom, that's nothing! I mean, that's so much better than it used to be, right?" Mary asked nervously.

	"I'm sorry, Mary, but it's still a problem. You're just going to need to wear them a little while longer."

	Mary was now frustrated. Thirteen dry nights all for nothing? Just because of a little dampness? "NO! I hate these fucking diapers! I'm not a baby and I'm not gonna wear them anymore! I'M NOT I'M NOT I'M NO-"

	Before she could finish her tantrum, her mother had grabbed the young girl and sat down on the bed, bending Mary over her knee in the process. Mom pulled down her pajama pants and diaper in one motion and began to spank her bottom.

	*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* "Don't take that tone of voice with me, young lady!" *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* "And don't use that kind of language!" *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* 

	Mom continued spanking Mary for about a minute before standing her up. The young fox was now in tears, her face nearly as red as her butt. "You say you're not a baby anymore? Well, throwing a fit like that is no way to prove your point. Now go stand against the wall, hands on your head, until I say you can come out." 

	Mary tried to pull up her pants, but her mom stopped her. "I didn't say you could pull your pants back up. In fact, why don't I just take them off entirely? You won't be needing them anytime soon". Mom slid Mary's pajama pants and diaper all the way down past her ankles so the girl could step out of them on her way to a bare-bottomed corner time.

	After about fifteen minutes in the corner, Mary was finally given permission to leave, though she was instructed to go downstairs to the living room immediately. Once downstairs, she noticed there was a diaper spread out on the couch, as well as a few other items nearby.

	"Lay down on the diaper", Mom instructed.

	"Moooom nooooo", Mary pleaded.

	"Mary, I WILL spank you again. Now lay down right here".

	Mary pouted and begrudginly laid down on top of the diaper. Her mother sprinkled some baby powder on her private area before taping the diaper up. 

	"Mary, you were very disrespectful to me earlier", her mother explained as she began to unbutton the girl's pajama shirt. "I know you think you're too old for diapers, but if you're going to act so immature, then maybe you deserve them". She pulled the pajama shirt off of Mary's arms, then reached for a blue t-shirt nearby. Pulling the shirt over her head, she continued "So for the next week, I'll be taking away your big girl panties and you will only wear diapers".

	Mary's mouth hung agape.

	"And that's not all", Mom said as she grabbed another object from the table and showed it to Mary. "For being a potty mouth, you will wear this pacifier gag for the rest of the day. When you need to eat or drink, I will unlock it for you. Otherwise, it stays on. We're going to eat breakfast now, so I'll put it on afterwards".

	After breakfast, Mom stayed true to her word and placed the pacifier in Mary's mouth, before pulling it around behind her head and locking it in place with the key. Mary didn't fight it, but she was clearly displeased with the ordeal.

	"M HMMH hmmm, mmm!" Mary mumbled

	"It's just until bedtime tonight. Unless you try acting up again, that is. Now don't forget, it's your turn to rake the leaves in the backyard. Go upstairs and get your shoes on". Mary pouted a little more as she went upstairs.

	Several minutes had passed and Mary still hadn't come back down yet. As Mom went upstairs to see what was happening, she saw Mary in her room with a pile of shorts and skirts, desparately trying to find any that would adequately cover her thick diaper.

	"Mary, you know none of those are going to hide your diaper. Besides, I never told you that you could wear pants anyway. I want you pantsless so I can make sure you're still wearing your diaper at all times".

	Mary's eyes got real big. "Hhm MMM! M hmmh hm mMm hmmmhmm MMMMM!"

	"Sorry, Mary. You'll just have to go outside without them. Nobody's gonna see you. And if they do, well that's just part of the punishment. Now get our shoes on and go". Mary reluctantly grabbed her sandals and slid them on her feet. 

	Once downstairs, Mary peeked her head out of the back door to make sure no one was around. Their backyard was fenced in, but some houses could likely see over the fence from a second story window. Reasonably sure the coast was clear, Mary slowly stepped out of the door, tugging her shirt down just in case. She grabbed the rake and started raking up the leaves. Luckily the weather was still pretty warm for autumn, so her bare legs weren't freezing, but she was still constantly monitoring her surroundings just to make sure nobody saw her. 

	After finishing up and making sure all the leaves were in the bin, Mary did one last spotcheck. From this, she saw one of the neighbor boys, about a year younger than her, looking out his window. 

	"MM!" Mary yelled, tugging her shirt down as far as she could get it while quickly darting inside. She was mortified that another kid might have seen her in such a state. She couldn't confirm he ever actually looked in her direction, but she prefered to think that he didn't.

	Mary looked down at her shirt and realized that the large nipple of the pacifier gag was making her drool all over herself. Just another layer of embarrassment to the whole situation.

	Fortunately, she didn't have any other close calls throughout the day. She did the lunch dishes and relaxed for a little while. However, she was becoming increasingly frustrated with the pacifier gag. It made her feel like a baby, she hated how it made her drool, and trying to ask her mom for stuff felt like a game of charades. She tried to pull the pacifier away from her mouth, hoping to get it just loose enough that she could at least catch the drool dripping from her lips.

	At this moment, her mom walked into the room and saw her trying to loosen her pacifier. "Mary, no!" she reprimanded as she grabbed the girl's arms and began to spank the back of her diaper.

	*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* 

	"I told you to leave that in!", Mom scolded, clearly starting to get frustrated. After a few smacks to Mary's diapered behind, she took the key and unlocked Mary's pacifier.

	"OK, Mary, I'm going to give you a choice here. You can either keep wearing the pacifier, or we can continue this spanking on the front porch, where the whole neighborhood can see. What will it be?"

	Mary hung her head in embarrassment. "...pacifier".

	"Good choice", Mom stated, as she locked it back around her head.

	As afternoon turned to evening, and evening turned to night, it was getting closer to Mary's bedtime. Mom unlocked her pacifier gag one last time. "OK, you're free now. You can brush your teeth and get ready for bed. And remember to watch your language, so I don't have to use this again". Mary went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She came back to see her mother next to her bed with her pajama shirt and a fresh diaper.

	"Hop up, Mary. You've had that diaper on all day, let's get you a fresh one for bed". Though Mary doesn't need to use her diapers during the day, it still had a day's worth of sweat and fur attached to it.

	"Mom, I normally change my own diapers..." Mary said, as non-confrontationally as she could.

	"Yes, but this is still a punishment. You acted like a baby so I'm treating you like one". Mary laid down on the bed, rolling her eyes as her mother powdered her private area and taped her diaper up. She then pulled off the drool-soaked T-shirt and helped her into her pajama shirt. Still no pants.

	Mom tucked her into bed and turned out the lights.

	"Good night, Mary".

	"Good night, Mom". Mary rustled her legs under the covers. She normally wore pajama pants to bed, so the sensation of the fabric against her bare legs was new to her.

	Suppose she has to get accustomed to it.