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The Babysitter - Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2023-04-26 12:00:02 +0000 UTCIt was hard to believe how much Tara missed her Pull-Ups. She had grown to accept them, at the very least, to appreciate them after every bout of punishment diapering, and, from the first day that Momma brought home the thick, cloth trainers she'd threatened her with as her accidents grew more and more frequent, she knew it could get far worse.
"Momma!" she'd whined. "I might as well just wear diapers all the time!"
Momma had raised an eyebrow at that, smirking. "Is that what you want? Because I'd be happy to do that..."
"No!" Tara had squealed, shaking her head, feeling stupid for opening herself up to that, for giving the Amazon such an easy in.
That was the next step, though, wasn't it? If she couldn't hack it in these, if her accidents didn't slow down, or stop altogether... She'd shuddered, knowing she was on the top of a very slippery slope, and she already had one foot dangling over the edge. These were so much bulkier than her Pull-Ups, so much harder to keep hidden, and, somehow, even more childish, giving her that much more of an incentive to do so, for fear of how much her classmates would mock her if they caught a glimpse.
If only Momma would excuse her from PE, she wouldn't have to worry so much, but Momma refused, saying she needed to run around and get her energy out somehow. The most stressful part of any day was getting changed in the locker room, terrified that the two single toilet stalls in the back would be full for all of the short time she had to get ready, that her PE teacher would find her in her street clothes and make her change in front of everyone... That thought was, often, enough to make her dribble into her trainers, especially when it came to her as she was staring at a pair of closed stall doors, gym uniform in hand.
And Momma wasn't backing down, either. She'd held out hope that this would be like the times she was sent back to diapers, a temporary punishment that lasted a week or so, usually, unless she had been particularly naughty. The training panties were definitely better than those, anyway... Right? Compared to them, they were thinner, far less crinkly... On the other hand, with diapers, she no longer had to give any thought to holding it, to making it to the bathroom on time, other than for pooping, but that wasn't difficult. Having to sit on her potty chair was embarrassing; it felt downright mature compared to doing it in her pants, however.
There was no indication Momma was changing her mind, or going back to Pull-Ups anytime soon. It hadn't even been a full week yet, and she'd given away the few extra Pull-Ups Tara hadn't used yet to another Mommy in the neighborhood, and she hadn't bought any more since. Tara would always wait anxiously for Pull-Ups commercials to come on TV, would point them out and say, "Look, Momma! Those new designs are so cute!"
Momma never took the bait. At best, she'd glance over, nod, reply, "Yes, they are, dear. They must be nice for little girls big enough to wear them." Clearly, she did not consider Tara one of those, not anymore. It seemed there was no turning back this time.
Still, Tara was confident that, eventually, if she had to, she'd get used to this. She'd gotten used to everything else about her new life, after all... Was this really that much worse, in the long run?
As it turned out, she was never going to get that chance.
"Hey, Tara!"
The girl's blood ran cold at the sound of the voice, recognizing it right away. She groaned, part of her wanting to break out into a run, another certain that it was already too late, that these cloth trainers would slow her down too much. And surely Kaitlyn wouldn't have revealed her presence until she was confident her prey wasn't going to be able to escape.
Tara sighed and turned around, hands curled around the straps of her backpack. She really wanted to grab her skirt, to keep it tugged firmly down and in place, but doing that was practically begging her bully to notice, to wonder what she was so desperate to hide. "What?" she grumbled.
"Oh, someone is fussy," Kaitlyn teased. "And I bet I know why... I heard a little rumor about you, Tara..."
Anytime Kaitlyn was around, Tara had been extra careful, even in the locker room, waiting until the girl was done changing herself, and busy chatting with her friends. But she should have known that wouldn't be enough... Everyone knew Kaitlyn was mean, and didn't want to get on her bad side, so if anyone heard a juicy bit of gossip, or caught a glimpse of something, there was a good chance they'd bring it to her, offer it in exchange for her hopefully going easy on them for a while as she tormented the subject instead.
Now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Did she deny it, and risk Kaitlyn finding out the truth anyway, probably being all the crueler about it? Or should she bite the bullet and admit that Kaitlyn's intel was correct?
"I mean, I didn't really have to have anyone to tell me," Kaitlyn shrugged, sauntering closer and closer, taking her time, clearly confident she had no reason to rush. "I could tell something was going on, but I assumed your Momma had finally just gone all the way, like you obviously need, and deserve..."
Tara gulped, squirming in place, staring ever-so-slightly upwards at the girl. It felt like Kaitlyn towered above her, though in truth, the difference wasn't that big... Tara, however, was allowed to wear heels, whereas Tara was stuck in sneakers, usually Velcro if Momma didn't feel like taking the time to tie them herself. That was what Tara was in now, the emphasize the real gulf in difference between her and Kaitlyn, which was in their maturity, not their size.
"Why don't we take a look?" Kaitlyn sneered, hand sliding downwards, towards Tara's skirt. Tara wanted to push it away, to stop her... But she'd tussled with the girl enough times to know it was pointless, that she was going to win ultimately anyway, that it was better to give her what she wanted so she would go away. She grabbed the hem of Tara's skirt, lifted it. "Aww, how sweet! They're adorable, Tara! Just like you!" She kept Tara's skirt raised, using her other hand to boop Tara on the nose. "You know what isn't adorable, though? Your attitude. You don't ask me 'What?' when I call for you, little girl... You come running, and be grateful I don't make you crawl. Don't worry... I have something to fix that for you."
She reached into her pocket, pulling out a bottle of suppositories and giving them a shake. "Kaitlyn!" Tara squealed, eyes widening. At the first sign of protest, Kaitlyn let go of her skirt, grabbing her by the wrist, twisting Tara's arm behind her back, bending her over in the process, padded bottom sticking out... A perfect target. "Please, don't!" she sniffed.
"Where's the fun in that?" Kaitlyn giggled. "Not only am I going to do it, I'm going to make you stay right here until you've filled your cute little trainers in front of me, to make extra sure your Momma knows what you really ought to be wearing..."
She was true to her word, sliding a trio of the awful white things into Tara's wiggling bottom. Tara whimpered, certain it didn't matter, that even if she had been allowed to leave right away, she'd never have made it home in time... In that case, would it be better to get rid of them early, on purpose? The idea was mortifying, though it was difficult to judge if it was more or less so than letting it happen naturally, to allowing the cramps to get so bad that she had a genuine accident, the way she had the last time Kaitlyn had given her a suppository.
In the end, she'd taken the risk, squatting down and giving a push, right in the middle of the sidewalk, while Kaitlyn watched from above her, delighted. At least this way, it felt like she had some bit of control over the way her life was falling apart... As soon as she felt the warm mush invading her trainers, however, she started to have second thoughts. By then, it was far too late.
"Good girl!" Kaitlyn praised her when she was finished, hauling her to her feet and giving her a swat on the backside. "I can't wait until tomorrow at school so I can see what kind of diapers your Momma picked out for you."
She sent Tara on her way, waddling the rest of the way home in her messy training panties. Of course it was the one day her Momma beat her home, not that it made a difference - she'd never get herself and her trainers cleaned up thoroughly enough to hide all the evidence - and the Amazon was waiting for her in the kitchen.
"Did you have a...?" she started to ask, nose wrinkling partway through. "Oh, Tara... Really?" She shook her head, bending over, rummaging through her purse, pulling out a spare diaper and a red pen. "Come on, let's go to your room... We need to update your chart... And your underwear."
"It was an accident, Momma!" Tara whined.
"I know it was," Momma told her. "And it proves you just aren't ready for any kind of potty training."
Tara squirmed. "A-Any?" She couldn't mean that... Could she? Was she taking away even Tara's potty privileges of getting to make her messies in her potty chair? She reached back, giving the load in the seat of her trainers a poke, face burning bright red at the thought of having to do that every time she needed to poop from now on...
"Any," Momma confirmed. "I've given you more than enough chances, Tara... This is the final straw."
The spanking Tara got before being taped into her diaper solidified that, as did Momma taking away all of the cloth trainers, filling her drawer with more diapers. She'd never done that, not even for the longest bout of diaper punishment Tara had earned in the past...
There was one more confirmation the next day, when she had to go to a babysitting job. "So," her client, Mrs. Dupond, said, arms crossed, "your Momma texted that you had something you needed to tell me?"
Tara sighed, knowing better than to fib. Word would get back to her Momma, and then the spanking she'd got the night before would be nothing compared to what would happen when Momma got home tonight. She forced a smile as best she could, trying to play it off like it was no big deal.
"Again?" Mrs. Dupond had rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Tara, I'm starting to think you ought to be in those full time at this point! Well, let's see them."
"Wh-What?" Tara blinked.
"Let me see," Mrs. Dupond repeated sternly. Tara maintained her smile as much as she could as she slid down her tights and raised her skirt, standing by for an inspection, knowing she was going to fail. "Soaked," Mrs. Dupond reported disapprovingly. "How long this time?"
Tara's smile faltered as she bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to answer, but afraid not to. "F-For good..."
"Well, that's good, anyway," Mrs. Dupond said, giving Tara a spark of hope for a moment, only to extinguish it the next. "I'm certainly not going to trust you to look after Camila now, though. I guess I'll have to take both of you with me shopping... Come along. Let's get back to Camila's nursery and get you changed. I don't want you leaking on my car seat."
Tara whimpered, mortified at the idea of one of her charges seeing her getting her diaper changed, being treated as an equal... But, unfortunately, it seemed that was, indeed, what she was now.
Comments
Guilend
I wish word would get to her mommy about that bully so she can have a conversation with the bully's mother. Hopefully the bully's mother decides to be a B about it and Tara's mommy can give her a good spanking and suppository lol
