The Stepdaughter – Chapter 4

All of Janet’s attempts to get Hazel to listen, or see the truth, were rapidly and spectacularly failing, so, despite how little she wanted to, she climbed up onto the bed, wincing as she lowered her bottom onto the diaper, hearing it crinkle beneath her. Was this seriously about to happen?! Was she going to let herself get diapered by her stepdaughter, a girl who had tormented her in high school?

The answer, obviously, was yes. Janet swallowed, watching Zella open up a bottle of baby powder, sprinkling it liberally onto her crotch, massaging it into her skin. “H-Hazel…” Janet sniffled, shaking her head, waiting to wake up from this nightmare, or to find the courage to tell the girl off.

“It’s okay, Prissy,” Hazel promised. “It’s just like old times.”

No, it wasn’t, but, since Zella refused to believe she wasn’t Prissy, she couldn’t convince her of that, or, more importantly, to stop what she was doing. “Lift your bum,” she ordered playfully, giving Janet’s knee a pat.

Janet’s eyes widened, a modicum of hope appearing. Was it a bluff all along? Was Hazel just trying to scare her, or show her who was in charge? Maybe she knew who Janet really was, too, and that was part of it?

“That’s better,” Zella smiled, readjusting the diaper. “We don’t want you to leak, do we?” She grinned, waiting for a response that didn’t come. “All right, back down,” she shrugged. “Prissy, down,” she repeated when the older woman hesitated.

“I-I’m not gonna have an accident,” Janet mumbled. “I-I really won’t…”

“I know,” Hazel nodded. “Because if you do, you’re wearing them all weekend, and I’ll have to tell your Mommy.” She shrugged, pushing Janet down, the girl’s wobbling knees collapsing, dumping her back onto the waiting diaper, pulling the front up between her legs.

“Zella, please,” Janet shook her head, feeling the crinkly bulk raise up, spreading her thighs as it went, preventing them from closing all the way again.

“Please, what, Prissy?” Hazel smirked, smoothing the diaper out against Janet’s tummy, then leaning forward, over her. “Please tape you up nice and snug into your big, baby diaper? Why, I’d love to!”

The rip of the first tape made Janet’s stomach twist, and feeling it getting pushed down onto the front of the diaper, rubbed in to ensure it was nice and stuck, brought tears back to her eyes. This was real… It was happening, and there was nothing she could do to stop it at this point.

“Don’t be sad, Prissy,” Hazel told her, tugging the other side up, pulling it tight, sticking the first tape on, effectively sealing Janet into her crinkly prison. “It’s only for tonight.”

But Janet couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop herself from sniffling, from crying, from wiggling, trying to escape, even as Hazel quickly got the other tapes into place, holding the garment closed tighter, more inescapably. She felt like a toddler compared to the younger girl, like she was completely and utterly helpless.

“You know,” Zella mused, staring down at her, “you do look awfully cute in these. They really suit you! Maybe you should wear them to school, to show them off to your little friends?”

“No!” Janet squealed, the thought mortifying, despite being fully aware she didn’t go to school anymore.

“We’ll see,” Hazel taunted. “All right, Prissy,” she helped the spanked, diapered, and humiliated girl up off the bed, Janet wobbling in place, shocked at how little give the diapers had, how much they changed her stance, forced her to waddle as Zella led her out of the room. “Let’s finish up your punishment, okay?”

Finish up? Janet frowned, confused for a moment until she realized they were headed to the bathroom, having forgotten all about the second part of Hazel’s threat. She whimpered as Hazel pushed her in, closing the door and standing between it and her, trapping her there as she pulled out a fresh bar of soap, unwrapping it, then running it under the tap, getting a good batch of suds going.

“Open wide!” Hazel exclaimed, and, when Janet didn’t comply, she grabbed her cheeks, pushing them together until she was forced to open her mouth slightly, just enough for Hazel to shove a bit of the soap in. Once she had an opening, it was all over.

Janet burbled her protests, the soap pinning her tongue down, keeping her from being able to get any actual words out. Hazel pulled her closer to the sink, both so she could see herself in the mirror, and so she was over the sink as she started to work the soap, thrusting it in and out, back and forth, lathering up every inch of her mouth.

Janet blushed and fought in vain, feeling bubbly drool starting to drip from the edges of her mouth, dribbling down her face. Bits of soap were shaving off on her teeth, getting caught behind them, while her tongue was getting scrubbed. It tasted bad right away, but, before long, it started to almost burn, making her even more alarmed, determined to make Zella stop… And unable to get out a single word, or squirm out of the larger girl’s grip.

The diaper was still the worst part of all this – it was still there, still happily crinkling along with every wriggle and struggle, a constant reminder of her lost adulthood. It was also the only part she could admit she might deserve, even a little. The spanking had been for drinking wine, something she was more than old enough to do; this mouthsoaping was for ‘lying’ and saying her ID was, in fact, her ID. The diapers, at least, were the consequences for a thing she’d done, undeniably, although she still maintained it wasn’t entirely her fault.

“There,” Zella declared at last, stepping back, letting Janet snifflingly get a clear look at herself in the mirror, at the red-eyed, drooling little girl with a mouth full of bubbles, and a big, bulky diaper around her waist. “You know, it’s almost too bad you didn’t push me any further… It would have been fun to finish this off with a nice, big, soapy enema.”

Janet gulped instinctively, then gagged as she nearly swallowed a mouthful of suds, staring up at Hazel in shock, wondering if she was telling the truth, if she actually would have done that to her… Honestly, after everything else, she wasn’t sure why she’d doubt it.

“You did decide to be a good girl, finally, however,” Hazel told her, patting her condescendingly on the head. “I guess I won’t do it… Yet. The weekend is still young, though. Just know I’ll do it, if I have to. And, with that in mind, I want you to stay here and think about your behavior, and how you’ll be improving it for the rest of the weekend. You don’t move from this spot, or take that soap out, until I get back. Understand?”

Janet nodded, watching Zella walk out of the bathroom, leaving the door open, allowing Janet to see her in the mirror – and Hazel to turn back and catch a glimpse of her – until she turned the corner and vanished.

Where had she gone? Janet stared into the reflection of the hallway, then down at her big, pink diaper. Was this a test? All Janet really wanted to do was rip the diaper off, then run off and lock herself in her bedroom, and call her husband, or the police, to sort this out. It probably wouldn’t make Harrison happy if she got his daughter locked up… But Janet wasn’t happy about what the girl had done to her, either.

The police were a last resort; Harrison could explain it all to the girl, make her see how insane she was acting. It would be even more awkward, once Hazel realized she knew Janet from school, and not babysitting, but that was going to have to happen eventually… Perhaps Zella would be so embarrassed, she’d go back to wherever she’d come from, and leave Janet alone for the quiet weekend she’d been expecting.

Of course, her phone was in the living room, in the opposite direction of her bedroom. Harrison still had a landline, but the only phone was also in the living room – not that she could remember his phone number off the top of her head anyway, although she could have used it to call 911 if there was one in the bedroom – so she might as well get her own phone, if she went there.

She’d be out in the open there, though… If Zella was lying in wait to see if she misbehaved, Janet might not have time to call her husband, or talk to him, before the girl caught up with her, and probably took her phone away. There was a lock on her bedroom door, so she’d be safe there… If Hazel didn’t know where the spare key was, in the kitchen junk drawer. Even if she didn’t, there was no way for Janet to reach the outside world in there, and no bathroom she could get to without unlocking the door and heading outside, so she’d have to leave at some point, especially if she wanted to avoid using her diaper.

She could try to do both, to creep to the living room, grab her phone, then get up to her room and lock herself in until she got ahold of Harrison, and could put him on speakerphone to yell at his daughter. That would be another awkward moment, deciding how much of what had happened to tell him… She could cross that bridge when she came to it.

However, doing that would take the most time, and have the highest risk of being caught mid-way. Even if Hazel wasn’t watching for her to slip up, there was more of a chance of her happening to run into Janet, if the girl was running all over the house, or returning to the bathroom to find her gone before Janet could make it to the safety of her bedroom.

Or… She could do as she’d been told. She blushed, looking at her pathetic reflection, squirming there, pink, sore bottom wrapped snugly in a thick, pink diaper, soap still firmly lodged in her mouth, clearly just a naughty, well-punished little girl. So far, she’d been no match for Zella, and she knew what the next punishment was likely to be… Did she really want to risk that? If she behaved herself, hopefully her stepdaughter would be true to her word, and let her out of diapers the next day with no further muss or fuss…

There was a lot to consider, and plenty of options. What she didn’t have – or, really, what she didn’t know if she had or not – was time. How long would Hazel be gone? She had no idea, only knew she needed to make her choice as quickly as possible, just in case. So… What was she going to do?!

Go to the living room, and try to call Harrison there?

Go to her bedroom, and lock herself in, away from Hazel?

Go to the living room to grab her phone, and then her bedroom?

Or stay there and wait, like she’d been told?

 

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Valentine’s Cards

“What are we, in third grade?” Penny rolled her eyes as she stared out at the Valentine’s cards spread out in front of her on her desk. Signing them, distributing them, at all was dumb enough… Being forced to make one for everyone in her class was even worse.

She wasn’t sure, if she’d had the choice, she would have given them to anyone, but there were three people specifically that she really hated the thought of being nice to, of handing some sugary sweet card telling them how much she wanted them to be her Valentine when, in reality, she wanted nothing to do with them. Just thinking about them made her blood boil as she sat there, squirming in her desk chair, punishment diaper crinkling beneath her, reminding her how all this had started.

She didn’t even need the stupid, bulky things… But when she acted up, her step-mother was convinced making her wear them was the only solution to fixing her behavior. And, if she was really bad, she wasn’t allowed to sleep in her own room anymore… The crazy old bat had set up a nursery just for her – an adult! – and only for when she ‘deserved’ it, which, perhaps since the woman had paid for it and had it there, was more often than seemed fair. Penny genuinely thought she’d gotten good at hiding them while she was at school, at wearing things that disguised them, kept anyone from finding out… She’d been wrong.

Thinking of the faces of those three girls, she clutched her pen a bit tighter, began to imagine what she’d actually like to write in their Valentine’s cards… And, almost without thinking, started to scribble away. It was nearly a shock to look down and see it, angry black words staring back at her, barely even looking like her own handwriting.

She paused, frowning slightly. It really didn’t… Honestly, if she didn’t sign it, she could hand it out, and nobody would be the wiser. She knew she shouldn’t actually do that, and yet… She glanced over at the pile of cards she’d already finished, debating whether to slide this into an envelope, add it to the stack. They were the same kind of cards as the other, but they were cheap ones, whatever she could grab at the dollar store. More than likely, multiple people would be using them, right? Or, if somebody wanted to hide their identity, these would be the ones they used, probably… If she sent them regular, nice cards, too, nobody would ever be the wiser…

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“Are you trying to tell me this isn’t your writing, young lady?”

Penny gulped, staring down at the card Mr. Fletcher had slapped down on her desk, recognizing it right away. “N-No,” she fibbed. “It doesn’t look like mine at all… I don’t know who would write such mean stuff, but I…”

He raised an eyebrow, sliding another card next to the one already there. Penny fidgeted, feeling the eyes of the whole class on her as this happened. “That’s funny,” he said, “because this is the other card you sent to Vanessa. It’s the same design, and, other than the penstrokes being a bit heavier, this writing looks exactly the same to me.”

Seeing them again now, side by side, perhaps the penmanship wasn’t as different as she’d originally thought… And there were only a few different designs in that box; she should have made an effort to do those three girls’ ‘real’ cards back to back with the more sincere ones, to know they didn’t match. She’d written the ones that told them how she really felt, then put off the others until the end, too close to bedtime to take a moment and check what was in those first envelopes.

“Th-That’s just a coincidence,” she defended herself weakly.

“Get up,” he ordered, perching on the edge of her desk once she’d nervously followed orders, tugging at her skirt. “Over my knee.”

“Wh-What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“Your mother has given me permission to discipline you in any way I see fit, and right now, I think you deserve a spanking.” Penny could hardly believe her ears, nor could, it seemed, her giggling classmates. She shook her head in horror, only to be grabbed, pulled closer to him, bent over…

“N-No!” she gasped, feeling his hand on her skirt’s hem. He wouldn’t do that… Not here, not now! “Pl-Please, don…”

But it was too late. She heard the giggling stop for a second as she felt cool air, blowing far further up than it ought to be able to reach, just to be replaced by more laughter, and whispers about how the rumors had been true. “What is this?” the teacher asked, poking the girl’s padding as she squirmed, face beet red. He didn’t wait for an answer, pushing her skirt downwards instead, letting it slide over her diaper with a rustle, pooling around the girl’s ankles, leaving the infantile garment beneath fully exposed. “Well?”

“Umm… U-Uh….” she stammered, not wanting to say it out loud.

“Little girls who still need diapers shouldn’t be saying things like this,” he told her, pushing the card into her hand, sliding the diaper down, exposing enough of her backside to start her spanking in earnest.

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 3

The further she got away from Hazel, the more annoyed Janet got at the whole situation. She couldn’t wait to see the girl’s face, to watch her realize her mistake, and ask for her forgiveness, beg her not to tell her father about this.

She wouldn’t, of course; she didn’t want anyone else to know about this if she could help it. Being mistaken for a child and spanked at her age was bad enough… Getting threatened with a diaper made it far more mortifying, and ensured she’d keep this experience a secret, if she could manage it.

But Hazel didn’t need to know that. Janet could easily pretend to be ready to call Harrison, to rat her out… After tonight – and everything that had happened back in high school – it would be a nice change of pace to have Janet at her mercy, ready to do anything she asked to keep from getting in trouble. She was an adult, yes… Hazel knew she still depended on Daddy’s money, however, and wouldn’t want to get cut off.

She didn’t know how, but Zella was going to pay for her throbbing backside. Janet would figure something out… At the very least, the girl would be her slave for the weekend, do everything she wanted. That wasn’t enough, though, not for their whole history together. Janet smirked, thinking to the diaper Zella had admitted to having in her closet… Perhaps that would be a good place to start.

She wasn’t about to start out with that, however; if she returned, diaper in hand, there was no guarantee Hazel would pay attention to her long enough to look at the license. For now, she had to hustle back to her and Harrison’s bedroom, dig through her purse, and get out her ID.

“Where exactly have you been, young lady?!” Hazel demanded, arms crossed, when Janet returned. “And I don’t see either of the things I asked for… You’re really asking for it, Prissy.”

“Here,” Janet shoved her driver’s license at Hazel with a smirk. “See? I’m not Priscilla, I’m…”

“Oh, please,” Zella rolled her eyes, taking one, brief look at it before walking over and tossing it into the garbage, Janet gasping and rushing after her, wincing as she watched the card fall down onto the broken glass Hazel had cleaned up earlier, then slide down beneath it, ensuring it would be difficult, if not impossible, to retrieve without cutting herself, or making a big mess.

“What are you doing?!” Janet yelped.

“I’m sure you paid a lot of money for that,” Hazel said. “I know I got ripped off when I bought my first fake ID.”

“No!” Janet shook her head. “That isn’t fake! That’s mine, and…!”

“I almost admire the boldness,” Zella admitted. “If I wasn’t in such a bad mood, I might have let you keep it, Prissy… I mean, I can’t imagine anyone falling for it anyway. You really should wait another couple years before bothering with that.”

“It’s not fake!” Janet repeated. “And I’m not too young for it! I’ve had it for years, and…”

“Prissy!” Hazel snapped. “There’s no point trying to keep this up. You’re caught, and you’re in big trouble. The more you whine, the more I’m going to have to punish you.”

“You are not punishing me!” Janet insisted. “I am your stepmother, and I will not tolerate any more…”

“No, I’m the one who’s done putting up with you,” Zella grabbed her by the ear, yanking her forward, back down the hall, having little choice but to follow obediently. “Just give up, Prissy… You already know that I know the truth. Pretending otherwise is only going to make things worse for you.”

“I’m not Prissy!” Janet whimpered, wanting to sound more authoritative, yet finding it difficult when she was struggling to keep up as she was dragged towards the bathroom for a hairbrush.

“Do you think you’ve outgrown that nickname?” Hazel teased. “I think it fits you perfectly. And I’m in charge, so that’s what you’re getting called.” She pushed Janet into the bathroom, closing the door, standing in front of it as she opened the medicine cabinet, taking out a large, wooden hairbrush.

“No!” Janet whimpered, hands moving to cover her already sore backside. “Please… J-Just go to my bedroom, there are pictures of the wedding, a-and…”

“I’m sure you were a very cute flower girl,” Hazel told her.

“No, I was the bride!” Janet insisted.

“It’s fun to pretend, Prissy, but this isn’t the time. I don’t want to see your room right now… You’re clearly too immature for it. Now,” she sat down on the closed toilet lid, patting her lap, “let’s finish up your spanking.”

Janet shook her head, tried to make a mad dash for the door. Hazel caught her by the wrist, tugging her backwards, sprawling her out on her lap in one, smooth motion. Janet hardly had time to process what had happened before the first swat, her eyes widening, filling with tears, as the hard, wooden hairbrush smacked down hard on her already tender behind. “Ow!”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Zella smirked. “This is how big kids get punished. If you would have just brought me a diaper, like I asked, you wouldn’t have to go through this… But you proved you hadn’t learned your lesson yet, so here we are.”

Janet did her best. She braced herself, waiting for impact, not wanting to make a sound, or show any sign of the pain, to show she wasn’t some kid who could be so easily manipulated.

It did her no good. Perhaps Hazel noticed and made the second spank harder than the first, or maybe, thanks to the hand spanking she’d already gotten, Janet’s resistances were already compromised. Whatever the reason, she couldn’t stop the yelp of pain, or the tears that started to trickle down her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry!” she squealed.

“That’s a good start,” Zella nodded. “I don’t think you really are yet, though…”

By the time she was done, Janet definitely, truly, was. Her legs were kicking wildly, beyond her control, face streaked with tears, bottom blazing. In the moment, she would have done anything her stepdaughter asked, if it would make the spanking stop.

“All right, I think that should do it,” Hazel nodded, setting the brush down on the sink, helping Janet to her feet. The older woman’s knees shook, not quite ready to hold her up yet, so Zella pulled her back onto her lap, this time into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay, Prissy… It’s over. For now. You’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

Janet gulped, nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” she stammered, trying to get the words out as fast as she could, while still crying.

“That’s what I thought,” Hazel nodded, stroking her hair. “If you do a good enough job, maybe I won’t tell our parents about this. I don’t think they’d be happy, would they?” Harrison wouldn’t, Janet was sure, although probably not for the reasons Zella thought. “They might even spank you again if they found out what you were up to.”

That seemed unlikely; if anything, Hazel might get a spanking. That would be nice to watch, but it would involve Harrison knowing that Janet had been spanked first, by his daughter – her step-daughter – and she wasn’t sure that was worth it. She just hoped her red behind would heal before he returned from the trip.

“Now,” Hazel announced, once Janet had calmed herself down a little, “we’re going to get you into a nice, thick diaper.”

“W-Wait!” Janet squeaked. “B-But you gave me the spanking already…”

“Oh, you noticed?” Zella chuckled. “I said I’d only give you one or the other if you chose. Since you didn’t, you’re getting both.”

“B-But…” Janet whined.

“Prissy, I don’t want to have to spank you again already, but I will. The spanking was for sneaking around, trying to drink wine at your age. This diaper is for peeing your pants. And we’re not using your regular ones, either… I’m sure you have some Goodnites, or something that isn’t too thick or babyish… You are going into punishment diapers, young lady.”

Janet didn’t know what that meant, and wasn’t sure she wanted to… She found out, however, as Hazel took her into her bedroom, went to the closet to fetch a bag, thrown into one corner, and take out a huge, thick, bright pink diaper, covered in a babyish pattern of kittens and unicorns.

“N-No,” Janet whimpered, head spinning as she stared at the thing, mind unable to process the idea that it was about to be put on her.

“Yes, Prissy,” Hazel countered, unfolding the garment, Janet’s skin crawling at the loud crinkling noise it made. “You’re clearly trying to grow up too quickly… This will remind you that you’re still just a little girl, and…”

“No, I’m not!” Janet stomped her foot. “I am a grown-up, and…!”

“Priscilla!” Hazel snapped. “I’ve already told you this is a no-tantrum zone, young lady… One more outburst, and you’ll be wearing those diapers all weekend, not just tonight, and losing your potty privileges. Is that what you want?”

“N-No,” Janet shook her head, feeling slightly better. “I-I only have to wear them tonight?”

“If you don’t use them,” Zella clarified. “Obviously, if you prove you need them, you’ll stay in them. If you can show me you really have learned your lesson, then maybe we’ll see about letting you out of them. You’re going to have to be on your best behavior, though… And this diaper had been better be completely clean and dry when I take it off you. Understand?”

Janet nodded eagerly; she didn’t want to wear it at all, but this was clearly the better of her two options.

“Good,” Hazel nodded, too, giving the diaper, spread out on her bed, a pat. “Now, climb on up here and let me get this on you so we can finish your punishment and get this over with.”

“F-Finish?” Janet frowned, not liking how that was phrased. “Th-This is it, right?”

“No,” Hazel told her. “It would have been, if you’d done as I asked… Since you didn’t, and tried to lie to me with that silly fake ID, once you’re in that diaper, we’re going back to the bathroom to wash your mouth out with soap.”

“What?!” Janet’s eyes widened. “That’s not..!”

“Prissy!” Hazel cut her off. “Young lady, you know you’re already on thin ice… Do you think trying to get out of your punishment is your best behavior?”

“B-But I didn’t…” Janet pouted.

“Prissy, get your little bottom up here right now,” Hazel ordered. “Or I’m going to find somewhere else to put that soap, too.” She gave Janet’s bottom a smack, although it seemed more like a hint as to what she had in mind, rather than purely to get the girl moving.

For her part, however, Janet wasn’t sure what to do. She’d been willing to wear the diaper for the rest of the evening, confident she’d have no problem keeping herself from using it – she was an adult, after all, who had been potty trained for decades – but she hadn’t expected this… She’d already been through more than enough, she certainly didn’t deserve another punishment. How was she going to get Hazel to see that? Could she?

“Prissy…” Zella said warningly, crossing her arms. “Come on…”

Janet gulped. What was she going to do?!

Try one more time to explain who she really was, as calmly as she could?

Raise her voice, and inform Hazel she had no right to treat her this way?

Or give in, and climb up onto the diaper and hope for the best?

 

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