princesspottypants

The Chart - Part 2

Published: June 30th 2020, 2:01:00 pm

 Pictures property of Pampered Penny and Little Sophie Studios. 

"Oh, come on!" Sophie gritted her teeth, squirming desperately in front of the bathroom door, hardly able to believe her luck, that, on the day she'd decided to skip using the restroom before she left school, she'd come back to find the one in her home closed.

She'd known as soon as she got into her car that it was a mistake, but the house wasn't that far... And it wasn't like she was a little or something. Surely, she could hold it until she made it home, before she started on her daily chores. She had, too.... For the most part. She'd dribbled a bit at the last traffic light, something that had started happening more and more lately, although, thankfully, this time when she looked down at the crotch of her jeans, none had leaked all the way through.

She had felt so proud of herself, so triumphant, when she burst into the house on time... Only to run down the hall, and find this. She'd told her mom they needed a second bathroom long before Penny had moved in; now that there were three women in the house, it seemed more essential than ever, even before today.

"And where do you suggest I put it?" her mother would ask, any time she brought it up. "Are you going to give up part of your bedroom?"

"No," she'd always pout. "But there has to be something we can do..."

In this moment, bladder screaming for relief as she cupped her hands to her crotch, bouncing in place, Sophie would have gladly sacrificed a few feet of her room. "A-Are you almost done?!" she whined.

She'd been so frantic, parking her car crookedly in the driveway, running up to the front door, fumbling with her keys, she hadn't paid any attention to who else was there. She hoped it was her mom, home early for once, who would certainly take pity on her; it wasn't.

"I'll be done when I'm done, young lady!" Penny replied back through the door. "The longer I have to listen to you out there, the longer this will take."

That woman was the last person Sophie would expect to have a shy... anything, really, but bladder in this instance. She suspected it was a lie, that Penny was saying that just to make her go away. Some defiant, willful part of her wanted to stay, to wait it out; the rest of her knew better than to test her mother's fiance.

"Fine!" she grumbled, shuffling off to her room, gasping as she felt her bladder spasm, sending a fresh dribble into her already damp panties, feeling it through her pants this time before she could move her hands in disgust.

"Ugh!" she stomped her foot. "Stupid Penny!" It was a good thing the woman was shacked up in the bathroom... It would give her time to change, and get her pants and underwear into the laundry basket. Of course, doing that wasn't going to help her desperation in the moment, and if she put on fresh panties now, there was a good chance she'd wet them, too, unless the bathroom became vacant very, very soon.

Why had she come in here?! It was her first instinct, the one place she normally felt safe, and like she could get away from the tyrannical Penny... There was nothing in her bedroom to help her with her current situation, however. There really wasn't anything anywhere that would, except the bathroom... Perhaps she should have gone outside, waited in the back yard, but then the neighbors might see her, in her wet pants, in the middle of a potty dance...

"All right," Penny snapped. "The bathroom is yours."

Sophie jumped in shock, too lost in her thoughts, and her fight to keep her bladder contained, to have heard her door open, or noticed Penny's presence. How long had she been standing there in the doorway, watching?

It didn't matter... What mattered was the college girl's tenuous grip on keeping her pants from getting any wetter than they already were, and how quickly and catastrophically she failed at it when taken by surprise by the person she blamed for this.

"Sophie!" Penny scolded her, while the girl blushed and groaned, squirming in place, feeling the warm wetness dribbling down her legs, right in front of the woman. "It's been two minutes, if that! I swear.... Well, come on, let's see how bad it is. Turn around... No, take the coat off. I want to see all the damage, young lady. Oh, my goodness... How old are you, young lady? All right, go clean yourself up, then bring me the hairbrush."

Sophie was still squirming on the naughty stool in the corner, on her very sore bottom, when she heard her mother come in the front door.

"Hi, there," she said to Penny, with a kiss, and the rustle of a plastic bag. "I brought the things you asked for... What is all this about?"

"Come into the living room," Penny told her, "and I'll explain."

Sophie blushed as they walked in, finding her there in the midst of her punishment, not helped at all by her mom asking, "Sophie! What did you do this time?", just assuming that, whatever it was, Sophie probably deserved this.

"You can turn around, Sophie," Penny called. "Tell her."

Sophie almost didn't want to do the first part; she definitely didn't want the second. After that spanking, however, she didn't have the strength to deny Penny either. She stood up, head bowed as she spun to face the two older women, gaze firmly on her own feet. "I-I wet myself," she admitted.

Penny snorted. "She soaked herself. I've been cleaning the rug in her room since I finished tanning her backside."

"Sophie!" Andrea sighed, shaking her head. "What has gotten into you lately?"

"She wouldn't let me in the bathroom!" Sophie pouted, trying to defend herself as best she could. "I told you we needed a second one!"

"Ahh," her mother nodded, an expression of realization sweeping over her face, giving the girl hope for a split second. Was she going to take her side on this one, for once?! "I see why you had me get this."

She raised the shopping bag she was carrying, setting it on the coffee table. "Exactly," Penny smiled. "From what you tell me, she's been whining about this for years... So, don't you think it's time to give her what she wants?" She reached into the bag, sliding it down over the contents, pushing it aside to reveal...

A plastic potty seat. "What the hell is that?!" Sophie gasped, without thinking.

She got to go in the bathroom then, but not to use the toilet... "Come on," she sniffed, squirming as she watched Penny getting the special bar of soap out, lathering it up. "It's not even that bad a word..."

Unfortunately, that didn't matter. She'd cursed, and she knew that meant getting her mouth cleaned out, Penny scrubbing her clean until her tongue burned, and she was dribbling helplessly on her shirt as she blubbered about how sorry she was, and how it wouldn't happen again, just like she had every other time.

It ended much differently, however, as Penny yanked down the shorts and panties she'd changed into after her shower, sitting her down on the closed toilet lid and removing a can of shaving gel from beneath the sink. "Wh-What's that fow?" Sophie mumbled the best she could, tongue still not feeling fully functional after the punishment.

"Clearly, I need to take more control over your bathroom habits," Penny said, rubbing her hands together, working the gel into a lather before reaching down, towards Sophie's bare crotch. Sophie gasped, tried to push her away, but a threat of, "Do you need another spanking?" made her stop. "I'm going to start with hygiene," the woman continued, taking out a razor. "There's no reason someone who still wets herself needs all that hair there... It's only going to make it harder for you to get properly cleaned up. So I'm afraid it has to go."

Sophie was mortified, getting marched back to the living room, bare from the waist down, her freshly shaven crotch on full display... But the humiliation wasn't nearly over yet. She had to stand by while Penny dug further into the shopping bag, taking out a package of panties, opening them and removing a single pair.

Sophie wrinkled her nose, staring at them. They were thick, and white, and cotton, and childish... She wasn't incredibly adventurous with her underwear choices, but she never would have chosen these.

Nevertheless, when Penny opened them up, holding them down at her feet, Sophie obediently stepped into them, allowed them to be pulled up her legs, snapped into place. "These are what you'll be wearing from now on," Penny informed her. "I'll be getting rid of all those other nasty, slutty panties you have. They really aren't appropriate for someone with your... condition. These are much better, and will make it far easier to tell when you've had an accident."

Sophie's eyes widened; not that long ago, before Penny had shown up, that wouldn't have been a problem. Now... She wasn't so sure. She'd have to be extra careful about those little dribbles, and not just worry about whether they were bad enough to show through her pants or not.

"And now, for what you've wanted for so long..." Penny lifted up the potty. "Your own, private bathroom! This one is all yours, Sophie... And, since you have one of your own, I think it's only fair that it be the only one you're allowed to use, so that your mother and I can just share the other one. You can still brush your teeth, or take baths, or get your mouth cleaned out, in ours, but if you need to use the toilet..." She gave the plastic seat a pat. "This is where you'll be doing it."

Sophie's cheeks burned, staring at the little, green potty. This was obviously not what she'd wanted, not in the slightest... But it didn't matter. "Of course, I don't think I can trust you to keep track of this, or keep it clean, so anytime you want to use it, you will come to me, or your mother, and ask permission. We'll check your panties to see if you've had an accident already, and then we'll set it up for you, and you can use it... Then, you'll clean it out and return it to us."

"B-But..." Sophie whimpered. This was even worse than she'd imagined! This whole process was far more involved that her just waiting her turn to use the toilet... And it wouldn't have helped her one bit today, since she still would have had to wait for Penny to get out of the bathroom.

"This isn't up for discussion, young lady," Penny told her firmly. "Now I think you'd better march back to your corner to finish up your punishment. I'll let you know when you're done, by taking you straight to bed."

Sophie pouted, but nodded, trudging back to the stool. If nothing else, she thought, trying to cheer herself up, she had gotten out of having to do her chores for the day...

"Please, please, please!" Sophie groaned. "Just hurry!"

That was a dangerous thing to do, and there was a good chance it could end with Penny denying her entirely, but, in the moment, Sophie didn't care; she needed her potty right away. "All right," the Amazon rolled her eyes, standing up and grabbing the hem of Sophie's dress, lifting it to reveal her white panties. 

"I'm dry!" Sophie pouted. "Come on!"

Penny didn't take her word for her, running a hand over the thick, cotton undies. "You actually are," she admitted. "Good work."

Penny - or Andrea, if she was home, in which case, Sophie almost always went to her - got to pick where the potty went. Sophie had put in requests, when this had started, but they were usually ignored. Penny loved making her pee in the middle of the living room, which was pretty humiliating, of course, although few of her other options were much better.

Just having the potty on the floor, so much lower than a normal toilet, and the gaze of whichever of the Amazons was with her, reminded her of how mortifying and childish the whole situation was, how far she had fallen since this woman had invaded her life. She was certain the potty seat was small enough to fit on her desk chair, which would, at least, be a bit more similar to the size of the toilet.

It wasn't perfect... She wasn't sure if she wanted to think about peeing anytime she sat at her desk from then on, after all. But it might be better than the floor... It was too bad she didn't get to find out, Penny ignoring her every time she brought it up.

Until now. Sophie trailed along behind her, hand clutching her dress as she fought to keep her panties dry for this final stretch... And nearly having an accident from happy surprise when she saw where the Amazon put the potty. She hadn't taken the extra height into account, so Sophie couldn't get onto it on her own, which meant Penny had to lift her up, which might have negated some of the benefits, but she couldn't help smiling as she sat there, her demands having finally been heard.

And then Penny sat down on her bed. "Now, Sophie," she said, in a tone the girl knew meant nothing good, "I'm afraid we need to talk... We've been doing this for a while now, haven't we?"

"Y-Yeah," Sophie nodded. "A-And I've been doing pretty well, right?" Penny raised an eyebrow, Sophie's stomach twisting. "I-I haven't failed any panty checks in, like, a couple weeks!" 

"That's true," Penny agreed. "But, Sophie..." She sighed. "Let me say, I didn't do this intentionally, at least not at first. I was just dropping something off in the laundry hamper, and I noticed a pair of your underwear right on the top, with a wet spot on them." Sophie gulped, squirming in place. "I thought the same thing you just said, that you'd been doing well on your checks, so I was confused. The only thing I could think was that it must have happened overnight, before you took your shower and changed into your clothes for school."

"N-No!" Sophie shook her head, blushing. "I-I'm not...!"

"Hush for a minute," Penny raised a finger. "I decided to pay a little more attention to the laundry after that, and, strangely enough, even when you kept passing all your inspections, I kept finding more damp panties in there."

Sophie swallowed nervously. She wasn't a bedwetter, never had been... But her attempts to control her daytime dribbling problem hadn't gone as well as she'd hoped. After suffering through the humiliation of being caught in wet panties a few times, she'd discovered it was easy enough to just change into fresh underwear, drop the wet ones off... Doing the laundry was part of her chores, after all, so it should have been safe...

Admitting to that now, however, was basically saying she'd been lying, and Penny wouldn't be happy about that. Pretending to be a bedwetter was humiliating for someone her age.... But having those accidents when she was awake was far worse, right?

"O-Okay," she sighed. "I-I might have wet my bed a couple times..."

"Oh, Sophie," Penny grinned, the girl's stomach lurching again as she realized she'd just walked into a trap. "That was weeks ago... And I've been checking, and keeping track of, this since then." She walked out of the room for a moment, returning, plopping back down on the bed smugly, holding up a clearly labeled Bedwetting Chart, covered in X's, with a smattering of hearts. "This is the past six weeks," she said. "The hearts are the number of times I didn't find anything... Do you see how many there are? Why don't you count them for me?"

Sophie's eyes scanned the chart, adding up the hearts once, twice, three times, hoping they would come up different. Had she really been wetting herself this often?! It seemed impossible... Of course, Penny could be lying, but Sophie knew Andrea would believe the other Amazon over her, if they went to her. She didn't know for certain if it was accurate or not - and, in fact, the count could be low, since there had been days when she had to change her panties more than once - however, her mother would be.

"How many are there, Sophie?" Penny pressed. "How many days in the past six weeks have you woken up dry?"

Sophie stared down at her feet, dangling there, far off the floor thanks to the potty seat. "N-Nine, ma'am," she replied quietly.

"That's not even a full week and a half out of those six weeks," Penny said. "I'm sorry, Sophie, that is just not acceptable... I hate to have to do this, but I'm afraid we're going to have to do something about this."