In a peculiarly fitting response, Mistress Nemesis flung her rotten little client to the floor, briefly glaring down upon the midget before succeeding to pick him up again, hauling him aloft by the ankles and holding him upside down. She then span him round, slowly at first, but quickly gathering speed, whirling him with such velocity he eventually became suspended in midair. Stig concluded that his Dominatrix treated him like a toy when she finally let go, hearing her whoop with delight and clapping her hands like some excitable child as she watched him rocket across the room, crashing into the changing table and knocking various baby paraphernalia onto the floor. He clambered to his feet and, figuring the woman had gone mad, frantically tried to identify a means of escape. Yet she was upon him again, grabbing the Pampers, felling him easily. What was she going to do next? Bounce him like a basket ball perhaps? Pitch him through the window even? However instead she merely lifted him up until his face was level with hers, playfully grinning at him and emitting a short "hmm" sound as she rubbed her nose against his. "Let's get you out of those mucky Pamps," she said, eventually returning him to the carpet. She undid the tapes with a mother's proficiency, sliding the copiously filled nappy out between his legs and holding it up in front of her with both hands, closely inspecting its contents. "What puzzles me," she said, "is how a midget as wee as you could produce so much cum." She chuckled heartily, cuffing him about the head before reaffixing the nappy to that part of his anatomy and making him march around the nursery with an affectedly purposeful gait, wearing the Pamper like a funny sort of hat.
    "I'll just go and get the paddle," she said, disappearing down the hall in the direction of the 'school room'.
    She returned with it promptly, undoing the bands in her hair so as to allow her voluminous locks to fall forth, leaning against the nursery door and stroking the paddle in a lewd and suggestive manner, all the while regarding him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Botty time!" she triumphed, racing over and ensnaring him.
    Not a single one of Stig's sessions had been surmounted without him being roundly paddled, and whereas Mistress Nemesis was usually in the habit of plonking her lowly client in school boy's uniform before flinging him over a desk, she appeared perfectly content to whip his butt au naturel. He endured the pain commendably, assuming the role of martyr would you believe, fancying himself as shouldering the evils of all men. Meanwhile Mistress Nemesis thwacked his backside with gusto, as if she were beating him for womankind, and Stig emitted not a whimper as he suffered it, conceiving this to be a testament of real manliness.