Living With A Brat

“How do you put up with her?” Sage whispered, even though Darla was halfway across the restaurant by then, and there was no way she could have overheard. “She is the biggest brat I’ve ever met… And I’ve babysat a lot of four year old girls in my time.”

Tori had to stifle a giggle at that, a part of her wondering if her friend had put it that way for a reason, if she knew… But she couldn’t imagine how that would have happened if Darla hadn’t told her, and she certainly couldn’t imagine the girl doing that. “Oh, you know how it is,” she shrugged noncommittally. “You learn to live with it, I guess… And I can’t afford the rent on my own.”

“You could find a better roommate,” Courtney said bluntly. “Like, I bet you could put an ad on Craigslist and find someone better. There’s no way she actually helps with the chores, right?”

“You’d be surprised,” Tori replied. “I wouldn’t want to kick her out onto the streets anyway… I doubt she’d have much luck convincing anyone else to live with her.”

“Good point,” Sage nodded. “Still… I hate that you have to put up with that…”

“I have my own ways of dealing with it,” Tori smiled mysteriously, but the rest of her friends weren’t able to pry it out of her before Darla returned, looking around suspiciously as the conversation – or, rather, the playful teasing it had devolved into – instantly fizzled out.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Tori told her. “Sit down and eat.”

Darla glared at the rest of the table, a pout forming on her face, knowing they were keeping something from her, but she did as she was told anyway, plopping down in her seat, picking up one of the french fries she’d already made the waitress replace once, when her original order was too crispy. “They’re cold,” she whined as soon as she touched one, lifting a hand to get the waitress’s attention again.

“Don’t you dare,” Tori snapped. “You’re the one who went to the bathroom as soon as she brought them.”

“I was gone, like, two minutes!” Darla huffed. “They should stay warm longer than that! And what was I supposed to do, pee my pants?!”

“Well…” Tori shrugged, chuckling along with the rest of the table at her ‘joke’, and Darla’s flustered reaction to it, squirming in her seat and telling them all they were being mean, her default reaction to anything she didn’t like.

It was, in fact, the same reaction she had when they got back to their house that evening, and Tori ordered her to fetch the paddle. “But I didn’t do anything!” she stomped her foot. “You’re so mean to me!”

“You were very, very rude to our waitress,” Tori reminded her. “And to our friends, after they hurt your feelings. You made a whole scene about your stupid french fries, you kept sneaking sips of my drink after you promised me you were going to be the designated driver so I could really enjoy myself…”

“It looked too good!” Darla complained. “I didn’t even have that much!”

“You don’t need much!” Tori sighed. “You were tipsy after few, so I had to stop drinking because I already knew you weren’t safe to drive!”

Darla pouted, crossing her arms. “It looked so pretty! I couldn’t help myself!”

“You never can, can you?” Tori shook her head. “And that’s why you need this spanking, young lady. Now, go get the paddle, and get into the position, or I’m putting you in diapers afterwards for disobedience.”

That changed Darla’s tune, as it always did, melting her brattiness away in a flash, sending her scrambling to her punishment room to fetch the paddle Tori was going to use to spank her bottom pink, trying to ignore the crib there, the changing table, the high chair, the shelves full of big, fluffy diapers, knowing that any of them could be used on her at any moment… As, thanks to her behavior, they very often were.

Juiced

Florence had never cared much for fireworks, and nobody she knew was having any big barbecues for the holiday, so it only made sense that she’d decide to take whatever extra work she could that day… And yet, she’d never imagined she’d somehow end up here, like this.

“Are you done with this?” she sighed, kicking her bootied feet in boredom, blushing as she heard the diaper that had been haphazardly taped onto her crinkle. “Can you let me out?”

There were a lot of things, looking back now, Flora felt like she probably should have done… Agreeing to babysit for a new family wasn’t that unusual, and, considering the amount of money they’d been offering, it had been hard to say no. She’d assumed they were just rich, or they were overpaying because it was July 4th, and they thought people would need the extra incentive to give up whatever celebrating they might want to do for the sake of looking after a kid.

When she’d called and asked how old that kid was, however, and hadn’t gotten a concrete answer, that should have been a red flag; when she’d gotten there and seen that Adelia was the same age as her, if not older, she should have asked some more questions, especially when she’d walked past framed pictures of what looked like the same girl graduating from high school, and then college, looking smart and mature and grown-up. When Addy had insisted they play dress-up almost as soon as her parents were gone, Florence should have taken more charge, instead of letting herself get overwhelmed by the strangeness of the whole situation, and she definitely shouldn’t have allowed the girl to put her into one of her diapers, or make her sit in the high chair in her nursery.

Now she was stuck there, at the mercy of Adelia, who, nearly at the same moment Flora was in place, seemed to have lost interest in her, taking her sippy cup of juice and finding other toys to play with, toddling around the nursery happily, while Florence tried her best to figure out how to get the high chair’s tray off, and failing.

Flora still hadn’t worked out what Addy’s deal was, why she was so happy to toddle around like this, bulky diaper almost entirely visible beneath something that may have been originally intended as either a shirt or a very short dress. Had something happened to the girl after her graduation? Or was she doing this because she liked it? Ever since she’d arrived, the girl had been acting like a toddler, with no sign, other than her size, that she was anything else, but, at the same time, other than the way she was behaving, there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary about her.

It was a mystery Florence might have dived into, were she not trapped in a high chair, dressed the same way as the girl, if not even more immaturely. She hadn’t even been given a shirt to replace the dress she’d worn here, that Adelia had deemed too grown-up for the game, just a bib, a bonnet, mittens, and her booties, along with, of course, the diaper.

The girl’s ‘parents’ – if that was even what they were – hadn’t given Flora any special instructions, told her that Addy needed any kind of medication or anything, which led her to believe this was more of a choice, but she knew she could easily be wrong about that. Realizing that Addy wasn’t going to bother to let her out of the high chair, Florence sighed, decided that perhaps she should try to get some answers from the girl herself, instead of assuming things.

“So,” she said, leaning forward, looking past the tray, to where her charge was on the floor, playing with a stuffed dolphin. “How long have you been, uh… in…?”

Florence stopped, not necessarily because she was too embarrassed to mention the girl’s diapers – although she was, especially when she was wearing one herself – but because she recognized the girl’s stance, had seen it countless times, on other babysitting jobs. She was on all fours, backside pointed slightly upwards… She could really be about to do what Flora thought she was… Right?!

“Umm… Addy?” Florence blushed on behalf of the girl, hearing soft grunts starting to interrupt the baby babble Adelia was speaking to her toy, seeing the rear of her diaper starting to bloom outwards, a very familiar scent starting to waft upwards. She’d been right after all… And, it seemed, Addy either didn’t notice, or care, what was going on.

Fireworks

“I’m just going out to see the fireworks,” Amber rolled her eyes. “What are you, my mother?”

“Are you sure that’s all?” her roommate, Bea, arched an eyebrow, looking the other young woman up and down, taking in the skimpy bikini she’d ‘just happened’ to pick out for the activity. “We could easily watch them from here, together.”

“Yeah, of course,” Amber shrugged uncomfortably. “What else would I be up to?”

They both knew the answer, but, realizing she couldn’t change her roomie’s mind, Bea gave up. “Whatever. It’s your funeral.”

“It’s our pond, too,” Amber told her. Technically, it wasn’t true… The pond was entirely on their neighbor’s land, and, even if it hadn’t been, it was only the shore, really, that the landlord they were renting the house from owned. That didn’t stop Amber from going swimming in the water once in a while… Especially once she saw the husband of the couple the pond really did belong to.

“I would be careful if I were you,” Bea had warned Amber, more than once. “His wife is pretty scary.”

“I just like to swim,” Amber would claim, as if she didn’t also enjoy the attention she got from him, if he was around, which seemed to be happening more and more often lately.

For the Fourth, they were having a cookout, with lots of their extended family running around the backyard. Amber didn’t care so much about them, but he was, of course, on grilling duty, his grill set up facing the pond. She gave him a little wave after she sauntered out, slipping out of her tiny, red cover-up, which had hardly deserved the name, letting him take in all of her, before hopping into the water.

She swam and splashed around, giggling to herself as she pointed out the smoke rising from his grill, since he was apparently too distracted to notice it on his own. She’d never actually done anything with him before, and she wasn’t sure if she would have or not, should the situation arise… He was a bit old for her, though still hot enough that it was fun to tease, and, from time to time, imagine him walking around the pond to greet her as she stepped out of it, to lay her down on the shore, his wife way off in their house…

His wife generally stayed up closer to the house, and, if Amber saw her at all, it was while she was tending to her flowers, or taking care of the garden. However, as Amber took a break from swimming, climbing back onto the shore, ready to stretch out in the fading light of day, giving him a little show while she waited for the fireworks to begin, there was no mistaking who was waiting there for her.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” the woman demanded, hands on her hips, clasping a couple objects Amber couldn’t get a great look at.

“I”m just swimming,” Amber shrugged, trying to ignore her memory of the warning Bea had given her earlier, and the dirty looks she could feel, even all the way across the yard and over the pond. “It’s hot out today, and I have the day off. Is that such a crime?”

“Oh, so you’re hot, are you?” the woman smirked. “Is that why you’re barely dressed, young lady?”

“It’s a swimsuit!” Amber rolled her eyes. “This is what they look like nowadays. They make them in two pieces nowadays. What, are you mad I’m actually giving your husband something to look at for once?”

The woman’s nostrils flared, her head shaking. “You little brat,” she growled. “You want to give him something to look at?”

Amber took a step backwards as the woman stepped towards her, raising her hands, suddenly regretting her choice of words, and activities for today. “I-I was just joking!” she squealed. “Hey!” She gasped, grabbing for her bikini top after the woman snatched it off her, tossing it aside, Amber’s other hand desperately struggling to cover her breasts. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” the woman asked. “You’re just a spoiled little girl… I promise, you don’t have anything my husband hasn’t already seen.” She dragged the girl over to a tree stump, pulling her over her lap, removing her bottoms as well before delivering a hard swat.

“Ouch!” Amber squealed, squirming, trying in vain to get away. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What your mother should have done a long time ago,” the woman said grimly.

“You can’t spank me!” Amber gasped, wriggling frantically, realizing how wrong she was as her brain processed what was going on, hardly able to comprehend it. “Ow!” She could practically feel the woman’s handprint already swelling, turning red on her backside, as she gave her another smack. “Stop it!”

“Why should I do that?” the woman asked, spanking her again twice in quick succession, switching between cheeks. “You wanted to put on a show, didn’t you? Believe me, you’re getting a nice audience now…”

“No!” Amber blushed, kicking her feet helplessly. “Please, stop it!” She didn’t like the idea of their family seeing her this way, of course, but it was mostly him… After so long, tempting him from afar, she didn’t want him to watch her getting treated like a naughty child.

“So, you do know a few manners,” the woman said. “Or you were taught the magic word at some point.” To her surprise, Amber was released, allowed to stand up, rubbing her bottom. “If I ever catch you near my husband again, little missy, that won’t save you.”

“I-I won’t!” Amber promised, tears stinging her eyes.

“So pitiful,” the woman shook her head, standing up, gathering up the two pieces of Amber’s bikini. “I barely even started, and you’re already blubbering.”

Amber blushed, but the insult wasn’t the main thing on her mind. “H-Hey, give that back!”

“No,” the woman smirked, “I don’t think you deserve it, especially after that sad display. But don’t worry… I have something else for you that I think it far more appropriate. You didn’t think your little show was over already, did you?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Amber winced at the sound of the stair creaking under her foot. She’d known that was the noisy one, too… She’d reminded herself to skip it, told herself she would, yet, the moment she’d gotten inside, fighting to catch her breath without being too noisy after her mad dash across the back yard, all she could think about was getting upstairs to her room without being seen, or heard.

“Back already?” Bea called. “The fireworks haven’t even…”

Amber blushed as she turned to see her roommate step out of the living room, pausing at the sight of her standing there on the steps. She’d been in too much of a hurry to put her cover-up back on after the woman had diapered her, right there on the shore of the pond, with God only knew how many people watching – Amber had hidden her face the whole time, not wanting to see any of them herself – not that it would have done her much good, as small as it was.

“N-No,” Amber shook her head, rubbing her bottom, sore from even the few spanks she had gotten, “I got plenty of fireworks…” Her cheeks warmed further as she saw her roomie raise her phone for a few quick snaps, knowing there was no way to get up the stairs in time, or cover her bare chest and her diaper at the same time – or, probably, even just all of the big, bulky diaper. “Stop it!” she whined again, but, as with the woman from across the pond, she had no luck at all convincing Bea with those words.

“So cute,” Bea grinned. “And so fitting… Maybe she’s on to something…”

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Declaring Independence

“I know your secret.”

It was a disconcerting thing to hear from anyone, although from your lazy roommate, who spent most of her days at the apartment, it was even worse. There was every chance she could have snuck into Ida’s room and found… Well, who even knew what? There were plenty of things that she kept from Brooke, for a variety of different reasons.

“Do you now?” Ida asked, doing her best to act like it was no big deal, telling herself it very well might not be. Brooke could be bluffing, or could have found some silly little thing that didn’t actually mean anything.

“I do,” the other woman nodded. “And, I have to say, I was surprised at first, but then, honestly, it made a lot of sense. Just so you know, I don’t mind… Honestly, it’s kind of cute.”

“O… Kay…” Now Ida was really confused. What had Brooke found out that she would consider cute? “And how did you find out this secret?”

“Well, I was in your closet…” Brooke began.

“And what were you doing in there?” Ida asked indignantly. “I’ve told you, my room is my personal space, and I don’t appreciate you…”

“I was looking for something to wear for a job interview,” Brooke shrugged. “You told me I needed to dress up more if I actually wanted to get a job, and I didn’t have anything clean… I didn’t want to bother you at work to ask…”

Ida still wasn’t happy about it, though it was hard to argue; she had told Brooke that, after she’d gone to her last interview in a miniskirt and t-shirt, and she’d also asked her to stop calling her at work so often, when she would boredly do it all the time, under the guise of asking if it was all right for her to call a repairman when the Internet was being kind of slow, or seeing what Ida wanted for supper, not that she was likely to cook it if it was anything more complicated than mac and cheese. Really, Ida knew she was just lonely, which was why it had taken her so long to say anything about it… But, if she would just find a job, she would have something real to keep her busy.

“And how did it go?” Ida asked instead.

“Oh, I borrowed that one skirt, you know, the black one with…”

“No,” Ida rolled her eyes. “The interview.”

“It was fine,” Brooke shrugged. “Anyway, while I was in there, I found your little stash.”

“My… stash?” Ida frowned.

“Come on, stop pretending,” Brooke urged. “I know already. And, like I said, I think it’s fine… I can see now why you said you wanted so badly to be able to show your real self at work.”

“Do you?” Ida had said that, sure, only because she had to be so strict and no-nonsense, to prove she deserved her promotion, despite how young she was.

“Yes, silly,” Brooke shook her head. “And I thought today was the perfect day for that… It’s Independence Day, after all. Why not declare independence from lying about who you really are, from hiding your true self, from your boring, monotonous adulthood…”

“Wait, what?”

“I have the perfect outfit picked out for you for that little picnic you told me about. It’s nice and simple… It will really get the point across.”

“What point? What the hell are you talking about?!” Ida was truly baffled.

“I know you’re going to argue,” Brooke soldiered on, not bothering with an answer. “But it’s private, right, and adults only? I know you may not exactly qualify, though I bet they won’t mind too much… It’ll be the perfect place to debut the new you!”

“Brooke, would you just tell me what is going on?” Ida insisted. “You aren’t making any sense! There is no new me…”

“You’re right,” Brooke agreed. “It’s more like the old you, isn’t it? Now, I’ll be coming with you, of course…”

“Oh, that’s what this is about,” Ida rolled her eyes, finally sussing out the true motivation. “I told you Tony was going to be there, and you wanted an excuse to go flirt with him…”

“No,” Brooke blushed – just slightly, to her credit. “I mean, that will be a nice little side benefit, but I’m going to support you. Unless you just want to jump right in and let them change you… I thought it would be better if I was there to take care of that, at least for the first few times. You can always ask someone else once you’re a bit more used to it…”

“Change me?” Ida shook her head. “Seriously, what the hell are…?!”

“Sweetie, I let it slide once, because you’re new to this, and it’s a holiday, but if you keep saying naughty things like that, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“You are not punishing me,” Ida told her. “What you are going to do is explain what is happening, and…”

“I already told you,” Brooke said. “I know the truth. Now, here, we’ve waited long enough, we’re going to be late if you keep fussing. Here’s your outfit for the party… Do you want to help me by getting undressed?” She reached down, picking up something from beside the couch and setting it down beside Ida.

‘Simple’ was one word for it… Even before she realized what, exactly, it was, Ida could tell it wasn’t enough, that she’d be, essentially, almost nude. And then, she figured it out.

The hairband, she recognized right away; it was plain, a bit childish, though nothing awful. The second item was far more baffling, although it was what finally helped her piece together what the third one was… She wasn’t sure she ever would have guessed it without the little hint of the pacifier lying on top of it. Even then, she could hardly believe it.

“Are you crazy?!” her eyes widened. “I am not wearing a…” She couldn’t even say it out loud, it was so ludicrous. It took her another moment to recall where Brooke would have even found the thing… She’d bought them a long time ago, as a favor for a friend whose grandmother was moving in with her, then, before she’d had a chance to get them over there, her friend had told her she’d been able to pick some up on her own after all. Ida had thought nothing of it, tucking them away in the corner of her closet, planning on returning them when she had the chance, then forgetting all about them.

The pacifier had been the same; it was part of a baby shower gift, one she’d replaced with a much nicer, cuter pacifier, then stuck in her closet to return, only for it to be lost to the sands of time… Until now.

“No arguing,” Brooke reprimanded her. “Come on, get those pants off, or I’ll do it for you…”

“No,” Ida shook her head. “This is a big misunderstanding, you don’t…” She whimpered indignantly as her roomie stuffed the pacifier into her mouth.

“Stop it,” Brooke said gently. “Today is about declaring your independence from having to rely on those lies… And from those scary toilets.” She giggled. “I think you’re going to look absolutely adorable, and I’m sure all your work friends will, too.”

Ida tried to bat away Brooke’s hands as the other woman began unbuttoning her shirt, peeling away first it, and then the padded bra she always wore underneath. It was impossible not to notice that there wasn’t anything waiting to replace them, in that so-called ‘outfit’.

“Don’t worry,” Brooke smiled, sensing her uneasiness. “Nobody cares if babies run around naked, especially on warm days like today… We’ll just make sure to keep you nice and slathered up with sunblock.”

“Brooke, stop!” Ida whined, spitting out the pacifier as her roommate began unbuttoning her pants.

Brooke grabbed the pacifier from where it had landed on the couch, shoving it back into place. “No, young lady! That is staying in until an adult takes it out, just like your diaper is staying until an adult decides it’s ready for a change. You’re just a baby now, you have no say in what you wear, where you wear it, what you do… And, if you forget that again, I’ll take you over my knee, wherever we are; I packed my hairbrush. The only thing you’re in charge of now is being a cute, obedient little baby.”

Ida gulped, staring up at Brooke, really noticing, for the first time, how much bigger the girl was than her. Ida usually wore heels everywhere, minimizing the difference somewhat, but she had a feeling, like her bra, that was something she’d be leaving behind when they left the apartment for the party… And now, without them, as Brooke went back to work, getting her pants off and starting to slide down her panties, Ida felt truly tiny and helpless. Brooke wasn’t joking… Everyone was going to see her in diapers, and there would be no mistaking them, since they were, basically, all she’d have on. There was no way anyone would be able to think of her as anything more than a baby from then on… She could only hope that the higher-ups’ vague ‘maybe’s about coming to this party meant they wouldn’t be there, that at least only her subordinates would see her this way…

In all honesty, she thought… Maybe this was what she had wanted, after all… Maybe there was a reason she had never gotten around to returning those things… Maybe, somewhere, deep in her mind, she’d wanted someone to take control, to strip away her independence, and all the stress and worry she had to shoulder at work, and turn her into their little baby…

Either way, she realized as the diaper was slipped under her, her bottom nestling into the soft, crinkly padding, whether there was a part of her that wanted it or not, it was already happening… And there was nothing she could do about it, not without getting spanked like a naughty little girl. She squirmed, watching the bulky garment being pulled up between her legs, and, barely even noticing, began to suck on her pacifier, rather than just letting it sit in her mouth.

“There!” Brooke declared, massaging the last tape into place, sitting the stunned Ida up, and slipping the hairband onto her head like a tiara. “Perfect. Now, toddle your little bottom over here so you can see yourself… Aren’t you cute?” She smiled, watching the shocked look in her roommate’s widening eyes in the mirror. “Say ‘thank you’.”

Ida fidgeted for a moment, then reached for her pacifier. Brooke smacked her hand away gently. “No,” she shook her head. “Leave it in… You can talk around it.”

Ida blushed, squirming some more, then, finally, managed a slightly muffled, “Fank yew, Mommy.”

Brooke’s smile widened, wondering if Ida had even realized what she’d just called her, without even having to be told. She’d been sure she was right about all this before, but now, she was absolutely positive. “You’re welcome, baby girl,” she kissed her on the top of the head. “Now… Let’s go to this party!”

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Independence Day

“Mom, please!” Felicity whined, trying to pull away from her mother’s hand desperately.

“Felicity, you remember what happened last year,” her mom told her firmly, her grip only tightening. “I’m not going to let you humiliate me like that again!”

She did remember, though she’d graciously almost forgotten until earlier that week, when they’d gone out shopping… Even then, she’d hoped it was just a joke, not something that they’d actually go through with. Surely, the rest of their family had forgotten, too… But, that morning, her mother had been in her room with them, and now she was wearing them, under a much too short old dress, and her mom had what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder…

“I-It won’t happen again!” Felicity promised, just as she had last year, as she stood next to the blanket with the huge puddle, pants drenched, as her relatives suggested that, next year, she do just what was happening now. It hadn’t even really happened then…

Well, it had… It was hard to deny that, really, but it hadn’t been her fault! Not that anyone had believed her when she’d told them that, especially when her cousin, Val, had marched back out of the house in fresh, perfectly dry shorts, after Felicity had told them all the truth, that Val had snuck away from the family get-together to do some kind of drugs or something, and that was why she’d been so startled at the loud fireworks that she’d wet herself as she sat on the blanket the two of them had been sharing.

Val was the only other person in the family around Felicity’s age, so she wound up spending most of her time with the girl at family parties, whether she liked it or not. The girl had always been bigger than her, prettier, more mature… She was actually a few months younger than Felicity, but when they were younger, Felicity had always looked up to her for doing things she’d never be brave enough to try. As they got older, Felicity had realized she was also kind of a bully, especially to her timid, older cousin. That was really what had eventually convinced Felicity to agree to pretend she’d been the one to pee herself while Val snuck back into her house to change…

She hadn’t been pleased to find that Felicity had backed out after some teasing and tried telling the truth… Not that she’d gotten anywhere with her claims, despite them being true. After all, Val had forced her to wet herself before leaving, so the evidence was pretty clear. And Felicity had only gotten more upset when the actual culprit joined in on making fun of her, which everyone seemed to take as a tantrum, and further proof of her immaturity… Even so, Val had promised her she was going to make her regret turning on her.

Felicity was already regretting getting involved at all, as she toddled her way to the car, heart thumping in her chest as she sat, leaving even more of her diaper visible to anybody who might look through the window on the long drive to her aunt, uncle, and cousin’s house out in the country… She was not looking forward to what else Val might have in mind for her…

Preventative Measures

Red, White and Blue

Celeste could feel her employees staring at her as she strode into the gazebo, but she didn’t care. She was sure they hadn’t expected her to come – they’d only invited her because she’d caught them talking about it behind her back and demanded to know what they were whispering about. After that, they hadn’t really had any choice.

“It’s an Independence Day party,” Bonnie had told her timidly. “Well, my parents are really the ones throwing it, but they told me I should invite everyone from work, so…” The girl stared down at her feet, cheeks turning red.

“Then I’m sure you were just about to come to my office and ask me to come, weren’t you?” Celeste grinned as the girl nodded, knowing quite well that wasn’t the case. She relished the chance to make her workers squirm, to show them who was boss. She had to, really… She was a rather small woman, and quite young to have gotten as far as she had already. If she didn’t show them that she meant business, they’d think they could walk all over her.

“You don’t have to bring anything,” Bonnie said. “You just have to make sure to wear red, white and blue.” Her cheeks darkened a shade. “That’s just my parents’ rule.”

Celeste had snorted at that, rolling her eyes. “All right, sure.”

She hadn’t really planned to go, not at first. She’d been invited to a few little parties her employees threw, almost always as a transparent attempt to get on her good side. Still, as the days had ticked past toward the holiday weekend, she began to reconsider. She didn’t have any other plans for that day, and productivity was always down the day after a three day weekend. If she went to the party, maybe they’d keep their celebrations to a minimum, and thus be better equipped the next day to get right back to work as usual. That was how she justified it, anyway. She knew they had plenty of gatherings without her, and even if she had no interest in going to them, it still hurt a little not to even be invited. So if her showing up ruined their fun, even just a little, well, that was what they deserved for all those other times.

She’d considered wearing one of her business suits, like the one she wore to the office every day, but eventually decided that might be taking things a bit too far. Besides, it was too hot to deal with that without the help of air conditioning. Instead, she threw on a yellow sundress, making sure to pick one that wasn’t one of the colors she was “supposed” to wear, slipping a pair of black strappy heeled sandals on. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she worried it was too casual, but she supposed it would do.

She was quite surprised at the house the directions Bonnie had sent her led to. It was further from the city than she’d expected, quite isolated from the other neighbors, and quite massive. It had two floors, with a massive porch across the whole front, supported by a row of ornate columns, and, she found as she began to walk around it, a gazebo, attached to the main house by a covered walkway. It looked like, and she supposed it probably was technically, a plantation house, the kind she’d only ever seen in old movies. She had to admit, when she’d heard Bonnie was inviting people to a party at her parents’ house, she’d nearly snickered at the idea of a grown woman doing that, rather than throwing her own, but if this was what their house looked like, she couldn’t blame her.

Most of her employees were gathered in the gazebo, though a few were a couple yards away, playing horse-shoes. There was a pair of small children, one of whom she identified as belonging to Sarah from the one time she had brought the little wretch in, claiming not to have been able to find a babysitter, playing in a sandbox a short distance in the opposite direction. In a small spur of the walkway sat a large grill, being tended to by an older man she assumed was Bonnie’s father, and a woman who must have been her mother was holding court in the gazebo.

To Celeste’s surprise, everyone was, indeed, wearing red, white and blue. Not just a little flag pin, either; they’d gone all out. A small part of her felt worried that she’d ignored the instructions, that she was going to stand out so much, but the rest of her was proud of herself. She wasn’t a mindless sheep like her workers – that was why she was their boss, after all, and not the other way around. It was only right that she look distinctive.

She began to make her way towards the gazebo, only to run into Bonnie, coming out of the house in a pair of white shorts and a red shirt, blue flip-flops on her feet, carrying an armful of hamburger and hot dog buns. Her face turned a little pale as she saw Celeste, and Celeste, for her part, couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling a bit of a charge run down her spine at  just how scared this woman, who was probably right around her own age, maybe a little older, was of her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, trying not to sound like she was mocking the girl too much. “You did invite me, didn’t you?”

“W-Well, yes,” Bonnie fumbled. Celeste grinned, drinking up the girl’s fear. “And I’m glad you came, really.”

“Oh, I can tell,” Celeste nodded. Bonnie turned a little paler at this, to Celeste’s glee. It was just so much fun watching her squirm. She always had been one of the biggest pushovers in the office.

“It’s just that… I did tell you about the dress code, right?” Bonnie bit her bottom lip anxiously.

“Yes, you did,” Celeste said, “but this is a party, not work! We’re all grown-ups here,” she wasn’t counting the children, since she barely took note of them, “We don’t need dress codes, now do we?”

“I don’t mind,” Bonnie was quick to note, “but it was my parents’ idea, and they like things done their way. I-I could go get you something from my room. I think we’re about the same size, so…”

“No need,” Celeste waved her off, starting back toward the gazebo. “I’m sure your parents will understand.”

“Well, okay…” Bonnie shrugged, a small grin of her own that Celeste missed, having her back to her by then, crossing her face. “If that’s what you want.”

Celeste marched up the path to the gazebo, walking up to Bonnie’s mother, basking in the glow of everyone’s attention. She hesitated for only a moment when she saw how tall the woman was, and how she towered over her. “You have a lovely home here,” she told her, holding out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m…”

“Excuse me, young lady, but I’m talking here,” the woman brushed her off. “It’s very rude to interrupt like that.”

Celeste’s eyes went wide at the scolding, and the fact that the lady hadn’t so much as looked at her before delivering it, just assuming that she was addressing a child. She saw some of her employees snicker as they watched her being rebuked. That just wouldn’t do.

“I’m sorry,” she said as sweetly, and sincerely, as she could manage. “It’s just that I’m Bonnie’s boss, so I thought I would introduce myself, and…”

“Young lady, I warned you once. Now, please be quiet until I’m done talking.”

Celeste’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, completely shocked at the way she was being treated. How dare she?! She set her jaw, preparing to launch into a tirade to quiet her tittering workers, when Bonnie’s mother finished off her story, earning a round of hearty chuckles, then, at last, turned to her.

“Children should be seen and not heard,” she started off with, which only made Celeste more livid. “But I suppose it isn’t your fault your parents didn’t teach you that. What do you need, dear? The sandbox is right over there, and the bathroom is inside and… What are you wearing?” She shook her head, seemingly only then noticing Celeste’s attire. “Bonnie, you told me you announced the dress code for the party to everyone.”

“I did!” Bonnie squeaked, dropping the buns off at the grill with her father and scurrying up to the gazebo. The other workers chipped in, confirming that she had.

“Did you not have anything the right color, dear? I’m sure Bonnie wouldn’t mind sharing her clothes with one of her friends, would you?”

“I offered to let her,” Bonnie said innocently, “but she didn’t want to.”

Celeste had had enough of being talked over, and about. “I am not a child, and I am not her ‘friend’,” she told Bonnie’s mother, “I am her boss, and a grown woman, and I will wear whatever I please.”

“She’s a willful little thing, isn’t she?” Bonnie’s mother laughed, getting everyone else started. Celeste’s eyes lit up with anger as she stared around the gazebo at her employees, stomping one foot to try to bring them back under her control. “I’ll give you one more chance, young lady. Let Bonnie help you pick out something more appropriate for the holiday, or I’ll give you the one that you so clearly deserve.”

“Excuse me? Are you threatening me?” Celeste drew herself up to her full height, though next to Bonnie’s mother, that wasn’t particularly impressive. “Are you going to kick me out because I’m wearing yellow?”

“Of course not! Kicking you out wouldn’t teach you anything, dear. Honey, could you help me out here?” Her husband turned the heat on the grill down and walked up to his wife. She was tall, but he was even taller – Celeste had to admit that she felt rather childish standing in front of them. “This naughty child is dressed improperly, and refuses to listen. Could you help me with the red part of her new outfit?”

“Yes, honey,” he smiled at her obediently, kissing her forehead. “Bonnie, go watch the grill for me, sweetie.” Bonnie trotted back over there, though she spent more time watching what was going on with Celeste than doing what she had been told to.

Bonnie’s mother pulled an empty chair from the perimeter of the gazebo, setting it down beside her husband, who took off his grilling apron and handed it to her before suddenly grabbing Celeste’s wrist. “What are you doing?” Celeste demanded, feeling herself being pulled toward him. She tried to plant her feet, but the heels made it difficult to do much of anything other than go along without running the risk of falling and twisting her ankle.

He didn’t answer her. He just sat down, then dragged her over his lap. She gasped, purse falling to the gazebo floor as her hands flew behind her to try to push her skirt back down over her bottom, humiliated that she had just flashed half her employees. She could hear the other half moving around, trying to get a better look. She tried to turn to see them, but Bonnie mother knelt down and grabbed her chin between her fingers. “Clearly your mother didn’t believe in spanking,” she said, the word eliciting a gasp and a fruitless squirm from the prone Celeste, “and that’s why you turned into such a rude, disrespectful young woman. Well, we do believe in it, and you’re in our house now.”

With that, Celeste’s hands were brushed away from the hem of her dress, which was then flipped up onto her lower back, fully revealing her black-pantied ass to the world. Then, to her ever-deepening horror, she felt his hand in the waistband of those, pulling them down, away from her pale, round bottom. “No!” she squealed. Had her face not already been as red as it could be, she might have blushed at how childish her tone was, something she tried to correct as she went on. “You can’t do this! I am an adult, and you… Oww!”

Her back arched as the first smack struck, sending a wave of pain through her body. “N-No,” she sniffled, starting to wriggle on the man’s lap as the initial shock of the impact wore off. His hand exploded across her rear again, this time on the opposite cheek, and she cried out again, feeling tears start to fill her eyes. Clearly, despite what she thought, they could do it. “Please, stop…” she begged quietly.

She saw Bonnie’s mother nod as she said it, and suddenly his hand was everywhere, spanking what seemed like every inch of her exposed bottom. Sometimes the strikes were quick, sometimes they were slower, but harder. She never knew where the next would come from, whether it would hit her butt or her thighs, she just knew that it would hurt. She tried, for a moment or two, to maintain her composure, to not show her employees how much it was getting to her, knowing the sight of her lying there, rear turning red and swollen, was bad enough. Before long, however, she was bawling, legs kicking, giving them all a show that was going to be hell to live down.

She didn’t see it – her eyes were too bleary from her tears to see much of anything – but she was sure there was a signal from Bonnie’s mother to stop, and, at last, the sound of her own flesh being paddled ceased, leaving just her own blubbering. She went limp, hanging over the man’s lap. She felt his hand resting on her warm, aching bottom, knowing it was still out on the open, but too exhausted to even try to lower her skirt. There didn’t seem a whole lot of use in that anymore, anyway.

“All right, enough,” Bonnie’s mother said after a few minutes, and she felt herself being lifted up and down on her feet, panties falling to her ankles. Her knees started to buckle – though she knew it couldn’t have been more than five or ten minutes, she felt as if she’d been lying down for hours now – but she managed to keep herself upright, and, at last, was able to pull down her dress, although her fingers brushed against the skin of her thighs as she did so, and she could tell the redness extended down even further. “You know, for claiming to be such a big girl, you sure started crying awfully quick,” she commented, “and it’s taking you a long time to quit. Straighten up, young lady! Your punishment is over, and no amount of boo-hooing is going to stop it!”

“I-I’m sorry!” Celeste stammered. “I’ll go change, I promise, I…”

“Yes, we are going to go change you, but a little girl like you can’t do it on her own. Come on.” Celeste’s wrist was grabbed again, and she hurried after the woman as she was guided back to the house, walking as fast as her heels, and the panties stretched out between her ankles, would allow. On the way, they picked up Bonnie, who looked much happier than Celeste had ever seen her before. When they got to the kitchen, Bonnie’s mother let go of Celeste, ordered Bonnie to undress her, and then vanished off into the depths of the house.

“You’ve really stepped in it this time,” Bonnie gloated, pushing Celeste down onto a hard wooden chair, smiling as she saw the woman wince when her spanked bottom hit it. “I can’t even remember the last time I got a spanking that rough.”

“Y-You can’t do this to me,” Celeste sniffled, watching helplessly as Bonnie pulled off her sandals and panties, setting them aside. “I’m your boss, you can’t…”

“I’m not,” Bonnie replied. “My mama is. I have no control over what she does.” She gave an exaggerated shrug. “Although I maybe might have mentioned what a horrible bitch you were to her a time or two. But it isn’t my fault what she decided to do with that. Now lift your arms.”

Celeste shook her head defiantly, standing up. “I won’t! I’m not putting up with this anymore! I’m going to get my purse, and then I’m getting the hell out of here!”

She started to stomp off toward the door, only to be stopped when Bonnie spoke up. “You can do that,” she said pleasantly. “I hope you do, really. Because as soon as daddy sees you out there without mama, you’ll get a spanking that makes the one you just got look like a walk in the park.” Celeste heard herself give a whimper at that, turning back to see that Bonnie looked completely serious about it. “Now sit your red little bottom down, and lift your arms.”

Celeste trudged back over to the chair and gingerly sat down on it. “I don’t have a separate bra on,” she said quietly.

“You don’t have anything we haven’t seen,” Bonnie informed her. “Lift.”

Seeing no other choice, Celeste raised her arms, blushing and shivering even before her dress was pulled up over her head, leaving her sitting in a strange house, naked as a jaybird, freshly spanked and timidly waiting to see what was going to happen next. How could this have happened to her?

Bonnie’s mother returned, her arms full of supplies, which she laid out on the floor, ending with a pink plastic mat that was spread out and then patted. Celeste was standing almost before she even thought about it. “I had a feeling she wouldn’t keep herself clean,” Bonnie’s mother said to Bonnie. “Come on, stop gawking. Lie down.” Celeste obeyed, lying down on the mat, feeling the plastic clinging to her sweaty skin uncomfortably. Bonnie’s mother pushed her legs apart, leaving her completely exposed, and then reached for a can of shaving gel.

“What’s that?” Celeste asked timidly.

Instead of answering right away, the woman sprayed the blue gel into her hand, then began rubbing it with the fingertips of her other hand before scooping some up and massaging it into Celeste’s groin. Celeste’s face glowed nearly as red as her other cheeks as she felt this stranger touching her there, one of her most intimate areas, going about her work as if there was nothing unusual about it. “A good little girl,” she spoke up once she had lathered up all of Celeste’s pubic hair to her satisfaction and wiped her hand on a towel she had brought, “keeps herself nice and clean down there. There’s no need for all that hair, now is there?”

Celeste gulped as she watched the woman pick up a razor. “Please, no,” she sniffled. “I’ll be nicer to your daughter, I promise. I’ll get her a promotion, I…”

She felt the razor glide across her skin, leaving a bare patch behind. Bonnie knelt down beside her mother, setting down a bowl of water, which the woman dipped the razor into, rinsing it off before moving on. “That might have been fine at one time,” she said, running the blade over the next section of doomed hair, “before I met you. You’re nothing but an overgrown child. The only reason anyone does what you say is because they’re afraid of getting caught in the path of one of your temper tantrums. Well, I’ve already raised a child, and I know just how to deal with them. Take Bonnie here. I was like your mother once, afraid of spanking, or any kind of discipline, not wanting to hurt my little angel. And then, one day, I got a call from the police telling me she’d been arrested on a drug charge. I wasn’t able to see it until then, but suddenly I realized I had been raising a spoiled little brat. Looking back, it was obvious she’d always been that way, and I just kept myself from seeing it, because if I had, then I’d have tried to punish her for it, and I was too scared to do that.”

She set down the razor, its work done. Celeste’s chin began to quiver as she stared down at herself, watching as the woman dipped a washcloth in the water and ran it over her smooth skin, revealing just how perfectly bald she’d been made down there. “So I knew that, to fix her, I’d have to start from the beginning. She resisted at first, but after a while even she was able to see that it was for the best. She’s a good girl now, aren’t you, Bonnie?” Bonnie nodded as she picked up the basin of water and took it back over to the sink. “The only reason she’s even working for you is that I didn’t want her to take all she had for granted. I assumed her boss would be someone she could look up to, somebody trustworthy and mature… Well, when I’m done with you, you will be.”

She reached over for another towel from the stack she’d brought down. The one she’d wiped her hand on had been a faded blue, but these were all bright white, and far fluffier. “And now,” Bonnie’s mother announced, “for the white of your new outfit.”

Celeste was confused by this for a moment, enough time for Bonnie’s mother to lift her bottom and slide the towel underneath, which was just what she needed to come to the sudden, sickening realization of what those towels really were. “No!” she shook her head. “No, this is crazy! You’re crazy! I won’t let you do it! Get away from me, you bitch!” She scrambled backwards, skittering across the floor in horror, away from the soft fabric she’d felt her sore bottom sinking into.

Bonnie’s mother calmly stood up and strode over to her, catching up without even looking as if she was in any rush. She picked up the girl and carried her, squirming, to the nearest chair. “Bring me the spoon,” she told Bonnie. That stopped Celeste instantly.

“I’m sorry,” she pled. “I’ll be good!”

“I know you will,” Bonnie’s mother said, sitting down and forcing the girl over her lap anyway. She only spanked her five times, but Celeste was howling by the second, and all the fight had gone out of her by the end. Still crying, she was taken back to the changing pad and positioned over the diaper, which was joined by another, and another, until all of the “towels” were resting beneath her, making her feel as if she were lying on a pillow. Even knowing the horrible truth about what they were, she still had to admit the cushioning was nice on her aching bottom.

Next came a tub of Vaseline, which was liberally applied. Celeste had thought she was beyond the ability to be humiliated, but she still felt herself blushing as the substance was rubbed into her skin. Unlike with the shaving gel, Bonnie’s mother had no problem applying the Vaseline to Celeste’s most private parts. There was nothing sexual about it, yet it was still embarrassing, feeling herself being touched there by another woman. Once a thick layer of the substance had been applied, it was followed up with a liberal dose of baby powder, surely enough to leave her smelling of it for hours.

Then, at last, Celeste felt the fabric being pulled up between her legs, layer after layer piled up over her bald crotch, then fastened tight around her waist and pinned into place. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Bonnie’s mother produced a pair of white rubber pants, working them over the girl’s ankles and up her legs, stretching them over the bulk of her diaper, sealing her lubricated privates and red tush into their hot new home.

Celeste’s legs naturally splayed outward, leaving her diaper completely visible between them, as she was pulled into a sitting position. She could only sit there, stunned, while Bonnie set about cleaning up the supplies. “Now you just need your blue, and your outfit will be complete,” Bonnie’s mother said. “I was just going to let you wear one of Bonnie’s blue shirts, but considering what you called me, I think I have something better.” She walked to the sink, where Celeste could see a set of shelves jutting from the cupboards on either side. There were carvings laid out on the shelves, mostly different sorts of birds, but a cat as well, and a bear… And the one that Bonnie’s mother picked up.

It looked for all the world like a regular pacifier, except that the bulb was quite full, and clearly not made of silicone or rubber. It was the same material as the rest of the pacifier, which was a pale blue, a color that eerily matched that of the bar of soap sitting beside the sink. Celeste pouted, but didn’t have the strength to protest it any more than that. In fact, when she was ordered to open her mouth, she did so right away, nose wrinkling as the soap filled her mouth.

“If she’s not going to wear my shirt, what is she going to wear?” Bonnie asked.

“Well, she was so insistent that she should be allowed to wear yellow,” her mother answered, leaning down and picking up Celeste’s fallen dress, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to indulge her this one thing.” She smiled as she crossed the kitchen, opening a drawer to take out a pair of scissors. Behind the soapy pacifier, Celeste mumbled unhappily, serving only to dampen the intruder in her mouth and create a nice batch of suds. That was a designer dress! She’d spent hundreds of dollars on that!

And, with a few snips, it was ruined. When it was pulled over her head, it barely covered the waistband of her diapers. Even at full length, she doubted it could have completely masked their bulk, but now her diapers ballooned out beneath it, almost entirely visible to anyone and everyone.

Celeste was pulled to her feet and led back outside. Her legs would have been weak anyway, having to face her employees after they’d seen her spanked, but now, with the diapers, she could hardly even waddle, though that suited her just fine, as it delayed the inevitable moment when they all saw her, and any of the power she might still hold over them vanished. The rubber pants squeaked and squelched beneath her, an audible reminder of something she couldn’t have forgotten about even if she tried.

When she finally made it outside, however, she wasn’t led to the gazebo. She doubted it did much good in terms of hiding her state from the gathered crowd, as she could hear them talking, surely about her. Instead, she was led across the lawn, over to the sandbox, where she was forced down onto her diapered bum in one corner.

“Food’s ready!” Bonnie’s father called nonchalantly.

“Oh, good! We timed that perfectly!” his wife exclaimed happily. “Now, everyone eat up!” She turned to the other kids in the sandbox, who were staring at Celeste, wide-eyed. “Come on, let’s go get you something to eat,” she told them sweetly. “There’s just a few more hours until the fireworks start! Won’t that be fun?” The kids seemed to think so, nodding and bouncing at the thought. “It’s too bad the poor baby here won’t get to see them. She’ll be tucked away in her crib by then. She’s too young to stay up that late… But maybe someday. Now, come on!” She led the kids off toward the gazebo, leaving Celeste and Bonnie all alone.

“I bet you’re getting pretty warm in there, aren’t you?” Bonnie asked. “Oh, no need to answer, I know. As hot as it is out here… You’re going to be swimming in your own sweat. And you’re going to have to pee eventually, and that’s only going to make it worse. I’m sure you’ll be just dying to go to bed, if just to get into the air conditioning. Well, just between us – we’re sisters now, you know – mama’s got a little ritual she does with babies before bedtime. If you don’t mess yourself before then – and trust me, your first day, you won’t, you just aren’t going to be able to talk yourself into it until you feel the consequences for not first hand – you’re going to get a nice, big, soapy enema. Just think of all that water rushing into here,” she poked Celeste’s tummy, “and then, while you’re stuck in your crib, and we’re out watching fireworks, it’ll all come out here.” She patted Celeste’s diaper with that, grinning as she saw the tears in her boss’s eyes.

“I’m pretty sure mama trusts me enough to be a babysitter now,” she said. “So I bet I’ll get to drive you to work tomorrow. Mama might let you wear training pants, but even if she does, you’re not going to be allowed to go to the bathroom without me taking you. And I plan on being very, very busy from now on. That’s what you like, isn’t it? Productivity?” She reached out, wiping the tears running down Celeste’s cheek, and then the soapy water making its way down her chin, drying her hand on the girl’s ruined dress. “Well, I just wanted to give you something to think about while you sat out here, waiting for bedtime. Don’t worry, it won’t be too long now.”

As she walked away, Celeste angrily pounded her fist into the sand below her, frustrated at what she’d gotten herself into, helpless to do anything to stop it. She hit it again, with her other fist, then, before she knew it, found herself in the middle of a full-fledged tantrum, kicking and screaming against her pacifier, tears pouring from her eyes. She half expected to get in trouble, but instead, nobody seemed to notice. When she stopped, glancing over at the gazebo, she saw her employees, their kids, and her new daddy and mama, all eating peacefully, hardly sparing a single glance in her direction. Her employees knew she had no power, that she wasn’t worth paying any attention to anymore; her parents were sure she’d had enough punishment for one day, and she wouldn’t even think of trying anything more daring than a fit of impotent rage.

And the worst part about it was that they were right.

The End