Copyright © 2000, H. Grant. 

COMMENTS: WARNING! This story is not for the faint of heart. It includes 
graphic descriptions of child abuse and scat related activity. If you 
are sensitive to this type of erotic literature - DO NOT proceed to read 
this story!

STORY CODES: Mg,extreme pedo,nepi,toddler,diapers,oral,spanking,ws,scat

STORY INTRO: Mr. Jones is a respected pastor at the local church within his 
community. Nobody could ever suspect his secret life as a pedophile who 
enjoys perverted sexual practices with small children - especially toddler 
girls. This dark tale of child coercion and manipulation begins when a 
happily married couple entrust their only daughter (Betsy) in the care of 
the evil pastor.


Diapering Betsy

by H. Grant



   "Follow me Betsy...that's my lil' darlin!" Said Frederick Jones as he
led the little toddler girl by the hand toward the nursery room located in
the basement of the small church.

   Betsy was the prettiest little girl the pastor had ever lay his eyes on.
She had short blonde hair that had been adorned with cute little ribbons
and the sweetest little outfit composed of a pink T-shirt with the words
'Sweet Little Thing' emblazoned on the front. Down below, she had on a nice
pair of matching pink pajama pants concealing her shameful toddler
necessity and an adorable pair of furry slippers.  Mr. Jones felt like the
luckiest man alive right now.  Betsy's parents had entrusted her to him
while they were away on a business trip for the weekend. It was Saturday
evening and the pastor had taken the little girl with him to his church to
watch over her while he prepared his Sunday sermon for the next day's
gathering.

   "Betsy's just the sweetest little girl aren't you Betsy?" He continued
as he led her slowly down the long hallway filled with kids drawings and
decorations.

   Mr. Jones was a pedophile of the worst sort. He had conveniently
become a pastor in order to grow close to the community and satisfy his
insatiable desire for toddlers - especially baby girls. Little Betsy was
now at the ripe age of two and still learning how to talk.

   Mr. Jones' cock grew huge as he stared down at the stupid little
toddler holding his hand. He looked at her cute pajama pants and imagined
the sweet little treasures that awaited underneath. He could hear her
diaper make a rattling raspy noise as she walked. Mr. Jones made sure
that all the doors to the church were locked so no one would get curious
about some of the lights being on and try to come in. Now he had cute
little Betsy all to himself and there was no limit to the endless erotic
possibilities he had stored away in his evil mind for her. 

   Finally, he reached the nursery room door and opened it - leading the 
dumb little girl inside. He pulled down all the shades and turned on the 
lights. The room was filled with small toys, a rocking chair, several small 
shelves, a hobby horse, and a changing table with a clean white mattress on 
it and child restraint straps. Some babies didn't like being changed - 
often struggling which resulted in the need to be strapped down. Little 
Betsy was familiar with this room because this was where she resided during 
Sunday church service with other children her age. Now however, she felt a 
little strange being the only child in the room with only the pastor being 
present. She had never been alone in the nursery room with a grown man. 
There was always a grown 'nanny' in there to take care of her wants and 
needs just like her mommy.

   Mr. Jones sensed her uncertainty and got down on his knees so that his
face was nearly level with Betsy's.

   "Now Betsy we're going to have lots of fun tonight." He said tenderly.
"We're going to play some really sweet games - you like sweet games don't
you Betsy darlin?"

   "Uh huh...horsey!" the young toddler replied - sticking her fingers in
her sweet little mouth and drooling on the front of her pink pajama shirt.

   "OK. Let's ride horsey. You don't mind if pastor Jones picks you up
and puts you on the horsey do you Betsy?" He asked knowing full well he had
all the time in the world to play his 'special' games with her.

   The little blonde nodded her head and allowed him to pick her up and
carry her over to the hobby horse in the corner of the playroom. Mr. Jones 
was careful to put one arm around her waist and another underneath her 
sweet little bottom. His cock grew rigid as he felt the softness of her 
baby pamper underneath her pink pajama pants. He had all kinds of nasty 
games in mind - disgusting games that nobody could even think about.

   Mr. Jones loved toddlers because they were not wise to the world and 
could easily be coerced into anything. Little girls around Betsy's age were 
too stupid to use the potty and it provided him with an excellent motive for
undressing them and looking at their cute little pee pee holes and pink
little hineys.

   The cunning pastor placed Betsy on the hobby horse and gently rocked her
back and forth on it.

   "Can baby Betsy give pastor Jones a nice little kiss for letting her
ride horsey?" Asked the middle aged man.

   The little tot leaned over without hesitation and planted a cute little
peck on his cheek.

   "That's not good enough Betsy. Pastor Jones wants a nice long kiss
right on his mouth." He said as he placed his huge hand on her tiny chin
and tilted her head in his direction.  "Now you be a nice little darlin'
and give pastor Jones a nice long kiss and let him know what a sweet little
girl you really are."

   The cunning pastor leaned his face toward the toddler's tender innocent
mouth. She had the sweetest baby breath a little girl could have and the
cutest little tongue.

   "Now open wide Betsy dear. Let pastor Jones inside." Said the grown
man as he darted his tongue forward and into the child's waiting lips. 

    Betsy was a little startled at first. Her daddy had never kissed her in
this way before.  But the pastor had placed a firm and commanding hand on
the back of her sweet little head - guiding it forward and pushing her
toward him. Even at the tender age of two, Betsy could sense the heavy
hint of authority that pastor Jones was projecting. He had been very kind
to her and she didn't want to make him angry. She didn't like being
spanked and she was afraid that he had the power to spank her. In truth,
pastor Jones had the power to do anything he pleased with her, and he
intended to use it however forcefully he needed to in order to accomplish
his perverted goals.

   The pastor's ugly tongue wormed it's way inside the baby girl's mouth
and sloshed around like a snake slithering in and out. His firm hand
pressed the child's head against his face so that she couldn't withdraw. 
Mr. Jones tasted the sweetness of her baby mouth - all slimy and slippery
with infant drool and saliva. Her baby breath smelled so fresh and sweet
as the little girl's tongue lay dormant in her mouth. She hadn't the
faintest clue how to return a French kiss. She just sat on the hobby horse
and let him play with her mouth. While he was kissing her, she began to
make tinkle in her pamper. A few drops of urine escaped her baby cunny and
spilled into her waiting diaper. The tiny drops of piddle turned into a
large jet stream as she continued to kiss the pastor. Her diaper was now
full of wee wee and she shifted uncomfortably on the hobby horse. At first,
the pastor chalked this up to her being nervous about his method of
kissing, but he soon sensed otherwise.

   Withdrawing his disgusting tongue from her sweet baby mouth he reached
down between her soft little legs and felt her pajama pants.

   "Pee pee...pee peeeeeee!!" the child whimpered as she felt his large
hand press against her crotch.

   "Yes that's right Betsy. You made a pee pee. Cute little girls like you 
are not supposed to make pee pee in your pants. You're supposed to be cute, 
sweet, and adorable.  Now you're just a smelly little girl who needs to be 
changed." He stated as he lifted her off the hobby horse and placed her on 
her feet on the ground below.

   "Now you hold still while pastor Jones pulls down your pants...good
girl...nice and passive just the way I like little girls to be." He said
soothingly.

   Little Betsy held still while he took off her pink furry slippers and
began to tug at her pajama pants.  Her sweet little face grew pink with
embarrassment as she felt her pajama being pulled down to expose her Mickey
Mouse diaper. The white puffy material was bunched up in the crotch area
and looked so sexy and adorable. Mr. Jones not only enjoyed sex games with
children, he loved to degrade and humiliate them in the process. He wanted
Betsy to see her pee pee accident with her own eyes. He wanted her to
smell her own piddle and look inside her diaper.  

   Slowly, he peeled back the tapes on each side of the disposable diaper 
while she stood still - feeling shameful. Gently, he placed one hand around 
her tiny waste and tugged at the front of the pamper with the other - 
pulling it forward and downward - exposing her childish accident. A yellow 
puddle of girlie piss resided at the center of the diaper around the white 
cotton base. The sweet scent of baby powder and the odor of wee wee 
engulfed his nostrils as he pulled off Betsy's diaper and held it open to 
look at and examine her accident.

   "Well well well...look at what we have here Betsy. A pee pee diaper! 
Isn't that cute?" He asked tenderly as he observed her embarrassed
expression. "You're just a stupid little girl aren't you Betsy?  Cute and
dumb the way all girls should be."

   Betsy nodded her head shamefully - not knowing what to say or what to 
do. She just stood there with her pants pulled down and her diaper off - 
her sweet little pee pee in plain view so that pastor Jones could look at 
it and examine her fully.

   "Now spread your cute little legs for me Betsy...that's a good little
girl. Pastor Jones likes it when you behave yourself and do what you're
told." Cooed the pastor.  "Now pastor Jones is going to reward you for your
good behavior. You wanna feel good don't you Betsy?  You want to forget
about your little pee pee accident don't you. You want it to be our
special little secret don't you Betsy?  You don't want anyone to know what
a stupid little girl you are making wee wee in your sweet little pamper. 
Well you just keep your tiny little legs spread nice and wide and let
pastor Jones play with your smelly little pee pee hole and make it all 
better."

   Mr. Jones proceeded to poke his index finger against her soft pink
cushion - feeling the dampness of her accident and arousing her baby
clitty. Betsy felt a warm rush come over her as she felt his fat finger
poking against her fleshy little pisser. It sort of tickled and felt funny
at the same time. Mr. Jones still held her diaper in his other hand
wrapped around her waste. He pulled it back around and looked at the
inside of it again. Then he put it up to his nose and smelled the disposable
elastic material. He buried his nose in the white cotton area that was
filled with her precious wee wee piddle and inhaled deeply. His cock was 
nearing orgasm just smelling the combined scent of innocent baby powder and 
naughty wee wee at the same time. He placed another finger against her baby 
cunny and began tickling her again. Ever so gently, he ran his fingers up and
down - left and right - zig zagging them around her soft wet pee pee hole.

   "Does Betsy wanna look at her wee wee accident? Of course you do my
child. You're just the cutest lil' thing just like your undershirt
says..that's a girl Betsy darlin'...look at your wee wee...that's
it...look at your stupid little accident." Said Mr. Jones as he placed
the diaper near her sweet face. "Smile for me Betsy...pastor Jones loves
little girls who smile for him. It makes him feel all happy inside. You
wanna make me happy don't you Betsy darlin'?"

   Betsy managed a smile despite her shameful potty accident. She looked
inside the disposable diaper and saw the damp yellow patch of piddle inside.

   "That's right Betsy. You made that. That's your special creation. Aren't 
you proud of your stupid little spot of wee wee?" Asked pastor Jones 
soothingly.

   "pee wee!" the little child said matter of factly - still smiling for
the pastor.

   "That's right Betsy...pee wee...you made a pee wee in your
diaper...isn't that special?" Asked the pastor knowing full well she
couldn't answer. "Wanna play another game darlin?"

   The evil pastor continued playing with her cunny with his fingers -
gently pressing, messaging, and probing her cute little pisser. Betsy's
tiny vagina began to expand and puff outward with his soft touch. Her tiny
little nerve endings were fully engrossed with toddy pleasure. She nodded
her head - signaling her willingness to continue playing more special
games.

   "Good girl Betsy...pastor Jones likes little girls who cooperate and
don't ask questions. In fact, most men like little girls to be this
way. You wanna cooperate and be a nice, sweet, and happy little girl
don't you Betsy? Of course you do! You'll do anything I ask won't you
Betsy?" Said the pastor as he got out a fresh disposable diaper and 
smeared fresh baby powder on her soft lil' cunny.

   Gently, he placed the new diaper on her tiny bottom and fastened the
little tapes on the side. This diaper was nice and pink with teddy bear
designs on it.

   "Now we're going to play another game called 'Pop Sickle" said the
pastor.  "I'm going to put a nice little blind fold over your eyes and your
going to try a figure out what it is I'm putting in your mouth. Of course
you're a stupid little potty girl so you won't be able to answer - but
we'll play anyway."

   The grown man took a pair of scissors and cut a piece off one of the old
blankets in the nursery room closet and tied it around the little girl's
forehead - draping it over her eyes. Then he withdrew some chocolate from
his pants pocket that he had brought along just for her and put it up to
her mouth.

   "Open up Betsy...this is the first mystery object." He stated as he
inserted a small piece of chocolate into her waiting mouth. "Now the rule
is you are not allowed to bite down on it. You can only lick it and try
to guess what it is...you understand darlin'?"

   Betsy barely understood what he had said.  She clumsily bit down on the
chocolate.

   "NO Betsy!  No biting." The pastor raised his voice just high enough to
startle - but not scare her.

   Again, he placed another piece of chocolate in her mouth - testing her,
teaching her, and convincing her to obey. This time little Betsy's baby
tongue darted out like a good little girl and she began to lick at the
piece of chocolate.

   "Good girl Betsy. You deserve a reward." Said the evil pastor as he
messaged her diapered crotch area with his large hand.

   Betsy smiled as she felt her cunny get all excited again. She sensed 
the pastor's approval and remembered to use her mouth and tongue to taste 
the object - not her teeth. Mr. Jones smiled to himself as he reached for 
her wet diaper lying on the floor next to him. He continued massaging her 
baby crotch area as he scooped his other finger inside and coated it with 
some remnants of her moist stale urine from her pissy accident. Then he 
placed the pee stained finger up to her mouth and gently pushed. Betsy 
opened her sweet little mouth and tasted his finger. It didn't taste like 
candy.  It was bitter and moist.

   "Good girl Betsy...use your sweet little tongue like pastor Jones
showed you...that's a good girl."

   Little Betsy was behaving like the sweetest little girl she could be. 
She sensed the pastor's tone of voice had an approving sound to it and she
desperately sought his approval. The evil pastor smiled to himself. Betsy
was one of those girls that showed every symptom of feminine submissive
instincts that most men in the world cherished but were afraid to admit -
thanks to the women's liberation movement. Mr. Jones hated the direction
the world was going in and felt powerless to stop it. He took his
frustrations out on small children Betsy's age in order to satisfy his
dominant needs. It was the only way he could still maintain some form of
control.

   Betsy continued to run her sweet baby tongue along his fat smelly 
finger - tasting the stench of her own piddle. Finally, the pastor 
withdrew his finger and stood up to unbuckle his trousers. He slid down 
his pants and underwear to reveal a fat throbbing pecker - fully erect 
and ready for action. Small drops of pre-cum were already leaking out of 
it's ugly head as it make it's way toward the sweet toddler's mouth.

   "Open up Betsy. You've been a good little cunt so far. Just open your 
sweet little mouth and taste your next special treat.  Remember - use
only your cute lil' mouth and baby tongue like a good girl...that's 
it...open nice and wide for pastor Jones."

   Little Betsy opened her sweet little mouth and was greeted with a thick
smelly cock right in her face. The thick purple vained worm slid inside
and moved around slowly. Betsy's baby cheeks ballooned outward as she
took his large cock about half way in. She was to little to swallow the
entire shaft. Mr. Jones understood this and didn't try to push any
further. Instead, he prodded the stupid little tart with soothing words of
approval and encouragement - sliding his cock in and out of her sweet
little mouth while he did so. Betsy couldn't finger out what it was inside
her mouth. It didn't taste like candy at all. It was soft and large and
tasted weird. She did what she was told and ran her tongue up and down his
shaft - driving the sick pastor into sweet oblivion.

   Mr. Jones almost lost himself to orgasm, but quickly withdrew his cock
in the niche of time. He didn't want to come in her mouth. He wanted to
give her the facial of his dreams. Mr. Jones withdrew his thick throbbing
cock and aimed it at her face. He took off the blind fold and instructed
little Betsy to smile as he splashed her face thick with smelly sperm. A
large glob of jizz landed on her left eyebrow and another one just below
her baby nostril. The young toddler tried to back away but was commanded 
firmly to stay put like a good girl and receive her "reward." Thick ropes 
of goo splashed down her baby cheeks and onto her pink pajama shirt.

   When he was finished, Mr. Jones wiped his cock off with her sweet
blonde hair and carried her out of the nursery - making sure to throw away
the pee stained diaper and clean up his evidence. The night was still
young and there would be plenty of time to go back down there later in the
evening for some more fun and games. For now, he just wanted to finish his
sermon while little Betsy played on the floor of his office. He made it a
point to leave his jizz on her face. He wanted to look down at the jizz
stained toddler and degrade her from time to time - all the while stoking
his appetite for more sexual activity later on.

   Several hours passed and Betsy had fallen asleep on the small blanket on
the floor of his office. Mr. Jones knew full well how energetic toddlers
were and he wasn't in the least bit worried about Betsy waking up in time
to satisfy him again. He was just about done his sermon when he heard
little Betsy stirring on the floor. The little toddler awoke from a scary
dream sobbing and rubbing her jizz stained eyes. She crawled to her feet
and toddled over to Pastor Jones.

   "Ah...my sweet baby Betsy is awake. Wanna play some more games in
the nursery again little one?" Asked the pastor smiling down at her puffy
jizz stained cheeks.

   The sweet little girl nodded her head excitedly and jumped up and down.
She smelled like an infant slut with her face all covered with dried up
semen. The cunning pastor looked down at her pink pajama pants that
concealed the teddy bear diaper he had placed on her earlier. He finished
the last remaining lines of his sermon and closed the folder of papers. 
Then he took the small child by the hand and led her out of the office and
down the stairs to the basement of the building again.

   "Betsy's going to be a good girl and let pastor Jones play with her
again isn't she Betsy?" Asked the pastor in a high pitched tone that made
little Betsy gurgle and coo with infant pleasure.

   The evil pastor smiled to himself. He knew just how to push all the
right buttons with little Betsy. A warm and gentle tone went a long way in
convincing her to do his bidding. When he opened the nursery room door he
led the toddler in by the hand and turned on the lights. The nursery room
was exactly the way he had left it. Thank goodness the church custodian
only worked on week days. He was the only other person who had a key to
the building besides the nursery school staff - all of whom worked week
days as well. Once again, Mr. Jones locked the door behind him and pulled
down the shades. Then he turned to see little Betsy playing with some
blocks on the floor.

   "Now Betsy - pastor Jones loves to watch you play, but only when you
look sexy...pastor Jones wants to see that cute little diaper of yours
while you play. It reminds him that you are a stupid little toddler slut
that hasn't been potty trained. Now come over here and let's take those
cute little pajama panties off you so we can see your sweet, pink, baby
girl diaper...that's a good girl...come here."

   Little Betsy came over and let the pastor pull down her pajama pants -
revealing her tiny pamper with teddy bears on it.

   "Now Betsy...pastor Jones likes his little girls to play a special game
called 'Chocolate Fudge'...do you know how to make chocolate fudge?" Asked
the pastor.

   Little Betsy shook her head no. Anticipating this response, the pastor
gently lay the child on her back and took off her pink pajama shirt. Now
little Betsy was naked accept for her little pink disposable diaper. Mr. 
Jones told her to lie still while he showed her how to make "chocolate 
fudge."  

   He pulled down his trousers and took off his underwear - revealing his 
naked body to the little girl. Baby Betsy giggled when she saw his nude 
cock and hairy crotch.

   "That's it Betsy...keep smiling and giggling...I'm going to show you
how to make chocolate fudge." Said the pastor as he positioned himself over
the toddler and lowered his butt over her chest.

   Little Betsy was curious about how to make fudge. Her daddy had let her
taste some at a carnival not long ago and somehow she remembered how good
it tasted. She watched with curiosity as the pastor spread his ass cheeks
with his hands revealing a menacing brown hole. Little Betsy didn't know
what to make of this so she lay still and watched carefully.  

   Slowly, the big brown hole in the pastor's butt began to open and 
something dark and brown began to emerge. It was only a little head of mush 
at first, but soon it began to slither out faster - forming a huge brown 
snake. The smelly "fudge" broke off and plopped down on the toddler's baby 
chest. 

   She was being pooped on!  

   Betsy wiggled uncomfortably and felt a little nervous. The fudge she 
remembered at the carnival did not smell or look like this.

   Another big glop of poop landed on her belly as Betsy continued to 
receive a very dirty brown shower. A little bit of the poop oozed and 
slithered to one side of her belly and off onto the nursery room floor. 
The "fudge" coming out of the pastor's anus felt warm and mushy. Not 
knowing what else to do, the little girl began to play with it. She 
scooped some of it up in her tiny hand and mushed it around with her tiny 
fingers like brown clay. The clay smelled very familiar. It was the same 
smell that Betsy detected during some of her diaper changes. Her mommy 
called it "poo poo" and often scolded her for it. Suddenly Betsy realized 
what the pastor wanted her to do. He wanted her to make poopies in her 
sweet little diaper! Little Betsy blushed with shame as she realized what 
was being done to her. The pastor was making poo poo on her. The little 
girl began to cry while the rest of the pastor's BM landed on her tiny body.

   "poo poo" she whimpered out loud.

   "That's right Betsy. You've been a good little potty so far. Pastor
Jones likes using you for his potty. You wanna make pastor Jones happy
don't you Betsy?"

   The little toddler nodded her head - still sobbing.

   "Then you be a good little toilet and let pastor Jones have his way with
you. I want you to stop crying this instant. Pastor Jones likes happy
toilets that smile and giggle for him. That's a good little girl...smile 
for Pastor Jones." Said the hairy pervert as he lowered his bottom to her 
face and instructed her to play "Pop Sickle" with his anus.

   The little girl stopped sobbing and smiled as she remembered how to play
"Pop Sickle." She felt so proud of herself that she remembered how to use
her tongue and mouth properly that she forgot about how disgusting and
shameful it was to lick poo poo from the pastor's dirty bottom. 

   Slowly, the pastor lowered his dirty bottom right over the little girl's 
sweet face and pressed his open anus against her tiny tender lips.

   "Use your baby tongue Betsy...that's a good girl...awwww that feels so 
nice and soft...just like a baby wipe." Said Mr. Jones grunting
with pleasure.

   Little Betsy darted her sweet baby tongue out of her tiny mouth and
wiggled it around her beloved pastor's anus - tasting the fowl odor of the
grown man's dirty poop. The creamy brown fudge entered her mouth and
engulfed her tiny taste buds - turning her pink tongue into a disgusting
brown color. The taste of BM was bitter and the smell was awful. Betsy
dutifully licked and sloshed her baby tongue around the grown man's hairy
asshole - swabbing it up and down like toilet tissue and cleaning it
thoroughly and with tender loving care. 

   When she was finished, Pastor Jones' penis was rock hard again. He 
rewarded her by cleaning his mess off of her body and disposing it into an 
empty diaper which he in turn placed into the diaper pale at the far end of 
the room - next to the diaper changing table.

   Now it was Betsy's turn to make "Chocolate Fudge." After wiping her 
chest and stomach down thoroughly with several baby wipes, he picked her up 
and carried her to the changing table and lay her on her back.

   "Now Betsy...Pastor Jones wants you to make chocolate fudge in your
pretty little pamper like a good little girl. I'm going to hold your
pretty little legs up and play 'this little piggy went to market' until you
make a special brown present for me inside your sweet lil' diaper darlin."
He said soothingly.

   Baby Betsy knew exactly what the pastor wanted. He wanted her to make
baby poopies. She wanted him to be happy and she desperately sought his 
approval. 

   Slowly, Mr. Jones raised her cute little legs in the air and began to 
tickle her toes. Little Betsy lay on her back and smiled sweetly at the 
grown man above her. She loved it when he played with her toes and she 
giggled loudly when it tickled too much.

   "Good girl...sweet little darlin'...that's right...stare at the
cartoons on the ceiling and make poo poo fudge for Mr. Jones." Said the
evil pastor soothingly - enjoying his sick game thoroughly and sporting a
raging hardon.

   Betsy wiggled around like a stupid toddler on the changing table
giggling out loud and drooling down her baby chin. 

   Suddenly, she felt the first hint of baby poo creeping down her lower 
intestines. Mr. Jones stared intently at the child's up raised bottom. 
The pink diaper was still fastened securely and the little teddy bears 
smiled up at him - just like Betsy! He continued messaging her little 
baby toes as the first hint of baby BM engulfed his nostrils. The little 
pink diaper began to bulge outward slightly and Betsy let out a slight 
farting noise as a small piece of poo poo squeezed out of her tiny bum 
and into her waiting pamper. Little Betsy giggled with glee as she felt 
the creamy brown fudge spill out onto her bottom and smear itself all 
over her soft fleshy crotch. The warm sticky feeling crept outward along 
the base of the diaper and spread itself all around the contours of her 
soft little hiney. Mr. Jones inhaled deeply as the scent of the child's 
messy poo poo engulfed the entire nursery.

   "Oh Betsy...pastor Jones is so proud of his sweet lil' girl. You're so
special. Why don't we have a look at the special mess you made in your
pretty lil' diaper. Ummmm...so nice and stinky!"

   With those words, the pastor unfastened the tapes on each side of Betsy's
warm mushy diaper and pulled down the front. The child's cute little potty
mess greeted him warmly. It smelled so naughty, so awful, and yet so 
wonderfully intoxicating at the same time. Slowly, he raised the child's 
sweet little legs in the air - exposing her poop smeared bottom to the open 
world. Her dirty little hiney was coated in chocolate brown clay and it 
smelled so disgusting. 

   Mr. Jones loved every minute of it and he began to jerk off with his 
free hand. Betsy just lay there with her filthy brown bottom exposed for 
the evil pastor to look at, admire, and examine. She was no longer cute, 
sweet, or innocent. Her hiney hole was now covered with icky brown 
"potty poo" and she had been a very naughty girl. The pastor finished 
jerking off and spilled his semen all over the floor of the nursery. He 
would have to clean all this up later in order to hide what had gone on 
this special evening.

   "Betsy has made poopies. Betsy has been a bad girl. Betsy needs to
be spanked." Teased the evil paster as he picked up the smelly toddler and
bent her over his knee. Betsy began to cry as she realized what was about
to happen to her. Her poop smeared hiney stared up at Mr. Jones
invitingly - begging to be smacked hard. The evil pastor obliged by
bringing his large hand high in the air crashing it down on her dirty
bottom.

   WACK.....WACK......SPLAT!!!

   "Agggghhhhh.....ooooohhhoooooooo!" Betsy cried out wiggling and
struggling to get free of the pastor's strong and heavy grip.

   The pastor held her down firmly and smacked her smelly bottom several
more times. He cared nothing for the pain she was experiencing. She was
now just a dirty little tramp who had made a smelly brown mess inside her
diaper. He spanked her several times until her sticky brown bottom had
turned red. He was careful not to blister her or do any permanent damage
that would leave marks. He did not want her parents to find out about any
of the activity that had taken place in the nursery.

   When he was finished spanking her, he took the sobbing toddler by the
arm and led her to the little girl's room to clean her up. The disgusting 
poop smeared itself all over Betsy's hiney crevice every time she took a 
step. She tried to spread her legs wider when she walked to prevent this, 
but it was no use. She had pooped her diaper and the mushy filth was 
smeared all over the inside like chocolate icing on a cake. 

   Mr. Jones made it a point to change her diaper last.

   After he cleaned her up, he tidied up the nursery and led her back 
upstairs to take her home. When he tucked her in bed around 2 am in the 
morning, he appeased her by reading her favorite story - 'Winnie The Pooh'.  
Then he turned off the light and left the room to join his unsuspecting wife 
in the master bedroom. Betsy fell asleep feeling satisfied. She loved it when
the pastor read 'Winnie The Pooh' to her and she quickly forgot about the
traumatic events that had taken place back at the nursery. A nice clean
diaper had been placed on her tender bottom and she felt all nice and dry.

   Mr. Jones turned out his bedroom light while his wife lay snoring next
to him - confident that all evidence of his evil doing at been erased not
only within the church nursery, but also in Betsy's mind. It was going to
be a peaceful sleep for him indeed.

   'Next time I'll film it' He thought to himself as he drifted off to
sleep.


                         
                                  THE END

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