Published: July 26th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
"Aunt Ronni!" Hillary pouted, looking at herself in the mirror, tugging at the skirt of her younger cousin's old dress, seeing the blaring white of the diaper peeking out, the crotch not hidden at all, even when she was standing perfectly still - or, at least, as perfectly still as she could bear to stand while imagining leaving the room like this. "I-I can't go out there like this!"
Ronni sighed, closing her eyes and massaging them for a moment. "Hillary," she said after a long moment, "that sounds an awful lot like you're saying 'no' to me..."
Hillary gasped, shaking her head quickly. "N-No, not at all!" she insisted. "I-I just..." She groaned, turning back to her reflection, barely stopping herself from stamping her foot. How could this be happening?! How could this be the choice she had to make?! Go along with this and march out into the church with her diaper visible, or submit to a spanking, after which she'd probably have to do the same thing anyway? As much as she hated it, it wasn't difficult to figure out the correct answer.
She could hear giggling as she trudged to the pew Wynter was waiting in, turning to see some of her Sunday School classmates snickering, knowing full well it was about her and her freshly padded bottom. She was very glad to get to her seat and sit, anxiously trying to arrange her skirt to hide her new undergarment, while hissing to Wynter, "You have to tell your mom what really happened!"
"Shh!" Wynter couldn't completely hide her smirk, although she quickly converted it to a smug, holier-than-thou look. "I'm trying to listen."
"Wynter!" Hillary grumbled, squirming in place. The diaper was so big, and bulky... It was probably more comfortable than the hard, wooden pew on its own, but she wasn't sure it was worth it, especially when it crinkled so loud with her every move, making more and more people turn back towards them... And who knew how many people behind them were staring, wondering what was wrong with her, if they hadn't noticed the bulk beneath her dress as she was marched down the aisle?
"Hillary," her aunt snapped. "Honestly, what has gotten into you today? Hush!"
"Tell her!" Hillary insisted, grabbing her cousin's arm and shaking it, only for Ronni to reach into her purse, pulling out the same pacifier Wynter had used on her in the airport, and shoving it into Hillary's mouth. Hillary's cheeks turned as pink as the paci, and she reached up to take it out, not needing one more thing to draw attention to herself, to get people looking at her, to confirm their suspicions when they spotted her diaper, but her aunt smacked her hand away, with a glare that made it clear worse was on the way if she didn't stop.
Thankfully, Ronni led the two girls straight out of church once the service was over, not stopping and talking to her friends for a while first, as Hillary had feared. She was less happy about that when they got home, however, and the woman ordered her daughter, "Normally, Wynter would have to fetch it, but since you know where the hairbrush is, and she might not, I'd like you to get it for her."
Hillary gasped, and, to her horror, she felt a spurt of warmth in her diaper, a fearful reaction, and memory of what the spanking she'd gotten the day before had been like... And that had been with only Ronni's hand! She'd threatened the hairbrush then, too, but, fortunately, hadn't used it... Perhaps she wouldn't this time, either, but Hillary had a bad feeling about it...
"Wynter, please!" Hillary toddled after her, feeling very much like a little kid, totally at the mercy of her cousin, running around in a now soggy diaper. "Y-You can't let her do this! You know I didn't do anything!"
But that didn't stop the girl, and, to Hillary's horror, she felt her diaper grow a little wetter as she watched her open up the medicine cabinet, pull out the large, wooden hairbrush. "Wynter!" she stomped her foot. "This is your fault! Y-You can't let me get spanked for something that's your fault! It's not fair!"
Wynter returned to her mother, Hillary nervously trailing after her, quietly begging her to do the right thing. "Thank you," Ronni told her daughter. "At least I have one good girl here... Now, come along, Hillary." She patted her lap, and Hillary nervously waddled over, giving Wynter one last, desperate look, wincing as she felt the back of her dress being lifted, starting to reveal the seat of her diaper...
"Wait," Wynter finally spoke up. "Mom... I'm sorry. I-I lied... Hillary didn't do anything."
"Thank you!" Hillary breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been nice if the girl hadn't waited this long, but, at the same time, it was far better now than a few minutes from now.
"Are you sure?" Ronni asked. "Or do you just feel sorry for her? I heard her begging you, and I know what a kind heart you have..."
Hillary looked up, seeing Wynter give a little shrug, staring down at the floor. "Tell her it's true!" she kicked her legs frantically, and helplessly, realizing she wasn't out of the woods yet after all. "Wynter!"
But the girl didn't say anything. For a long moment, Ronni held the older cousin on her lap, before, finally, she said, "All right, I'll take your word for it, Wynter." Hillary hated that her aunt wouldn't take hers, instead, since she was the older one - and telling the truth - though she wasn't about to complain. "I still have my eye on you, young..."
She gave Hillary a pat on the bottom, then froze. Hillary's cheeks started to heat up again, realizing her aunt's hand was right on the damp, squishy part of her diaper, knowing she must feel it, know what it was. "Are you wet, young lady? After all that fuss you made about not needing diapers?"
There was no denying this one, no getting out of it... So Hillary wasn't sure why she tried, with a weak, "N-No?" Perhaps, if she hadn't, she could have actually avoided the spanking she'd been so close to getting out of... But, in reality, she wasn't nearly that lucky.
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"I can't believe I have to tell you this," Ronni told her sternly, kneeling down and glaring into her eyes, "but this is your last chance, young lady. Do not make me regret giving it to you."
"I-I won't, ma'am," Hillary promised, although she was already regretting this whole trip, and had been since she'd arrived. Her lost luggage still hadn't shown up, and, after what had happened at church, her aunt had decided it wasn't worth buying her new clothes if she was just going to ruin them. So, as they headed out on what was the main objective of this trip - other than getting to see her aunt and cousin, of course - her bag was filled not with her sexy bikinis, and cute sundresses, each chosen with care to attract the exact right amount of attention as she sunbathed, or lounged in the pool, but a bunch of Wynter's old clothes.
Even the bag itself reminded her of her situation, a pink, plastic abomination with a cartoon puppy on it, which matched the one on the panties she'd, after much begging, been allowed to wear, and that had been the cause of her aunt's latest lecture. The white sailor dress over them, much like the one she'd had to wear to church, barely kept them hidden.
But they were much better than the alternative, than the diapers she knew Ronni had packed for her, just in case. The cruise Ronni had booked for them was only two nights... If Hillary's run of bad luck continued, however, those could be a very long two nights, indeed.
Things were still awkward between her and Wynter, as they rode in the back seat together, Wynter looking very pretty in her far more mature looking sundress. Could Hillary trust her? She had tried to get her out of the spanking, sort of... But, at the same time, it was her fault she'd been in that situation in the first place. If she hadn't gone running off...
It was all very confusing, and Hillary was struggling to make heads or tails of it. Even if it wasn't going to be quite the way she'd imagined, she was glad for this cruise so she could relax, try to take her mind of the first couple disastrous days of this trip...
Wynter seemed innocent enough, for the most part. That morning, she'd even kindly asked, "Do you get seasick?"
"Umm... I-I don't think so," Hillary had answered uncertainly. She hadn't considered that, had heard that, with cruise ships, they were supposed to be big enough that it wasn't likely to be a problem... If Wynter was asking, though, there was probably a reason. She lived here, had gone on these sorts of things with her mom before... She definitely had more experience.
"It might just be an old wives' tale," Wynter told her, "but mom made me this before I went on my first one, and I never had any problems..." She offered a glass of some mysterious drink.
Immediately, Hillary had been suspicious... But she knew that, when she'd been younger, she'd sometimes get motion sick in the car. How much worse would that be on a boat? And Wynter had done her best to stop the spanking... It wasn't her fault Hillary had wet herself. She probably hadn't noticed that had happened, or known that it would be enough to make her mother spank the older girl anyway... Right? Besides, she'd reasoned with herself as she took the glass, what was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like Wynter was going to poison her.
She was pretty certain it was working, too, since she didn't feel anything as she stepped onto the ship, and got led down to their cabin. She might not have anyway, of course, but a little extra insurance never hurt... "All right, you two," Ronni told them, once they had everything situated, "I'll be out on Deck C if you need me... I trust you're both old enough now to be able to entertain yourselves, or you're welcome to come sit with me. It's up to you."
Finally... Hillary could hardly wait to get started, to go enjoy some of the activities she'd been reading about on the website since she'd found out about this trip. She started to head out, then paused, seeing Wynter still sitting on her bed, looking at her phone. "Is... everything okay?" she asked. "Aren't you coming?"
Was this the first time Ronni was trusting Wynter on her own? Was she only doing that because she knew Hillary would be there with her? Would she make Wynter feel bad if she went off by herself? Part of her didn't want to care, after everything that had happened, but she reminded herself she was giving the girl the benefit of the doubt.
"Maybe in a bit..." Wynter shrugged.
"Oh, come on," Hillary rolled her eyes, grabbing her cousin's hand and tugging her off the bed. "You didn't come here to stay cooped up in the cabin, did you?"
"All right, all right," Wynter smiled, picking up a surprisingly childish, pink backpack, which Hillary chose not to comment on, and following her out of the room. She came alive once they were out on the deck, in the sunshine. "Oh, I know where we should go first!" she exclaimed, leading Hillary expertly across the boat.
"Wynter!" an unfamiliar, slightly older girl exclaimed, hurrying over to give her a hug. "Hey, cutie! I was wondering if I was going to see you... I didn't see your name on the list this time around!"
"I aged out," Wynter shrugged.
"No way! You can't be that old already, can you?" she smiled. "Well, you can always come say hi."
"I will!" Wynter promised. "Actually... I'll probably be seeing you quite a bit anyway, since my little cousin is enrolled."
"Wh-What?" Hillary's eyes widened, knowing, from Sunday School, who Wynter was referring to, and not pleased about that happening again, or the idea of having been enrolled in something without her knowledge. "N-No, I..."
"Don't be shy, Hillary," Wynter grinned, pushing her cousin towards the girl. "Here's your stuff." She shoved the backpack into her hands. "Have fun! I'll see you later, Dawn!"
"Wynter!" Hillary stomped her foot, watching her run off, leaving her alone with the older, larger girl. She turned to her, trying to laugh it off. "Th-That's just a joke," she said. "I-I'm not really..."
"Hillary, of course," Dawn smiled. "I just got your registration a few minutes ago! Don't worry... You'll have lots of fun with the other kids."
"But I'm not a kid!" Hillary insisted. "I'm an adult! So I'm going to just..." She started to walk away, only to have Dawn grab her arm.
"Whoa! Sorry, sweetie, but you're signed up for my program, so you're my responsibility, and I can't just let you go wandering away..."
"I told you, I'm a grown-up!" Hillary fumed. Without her ID, however, there was no proving that, so she was led to the group of children, sitting down, making crafts, and set up with her own yarn, and dry macaroni, and markers, to craft a picture of the boat with while they waited for everyone enrolled in the program to show up.
This was very much not how Hillary had envisioned this cruise going... She was supposed to be lounging by the pool, or sipping on some drinks by the bar, maybe catching the eye of some cute boy... Now, when any cute boys her age walked by, they looked over her without a second thought, assuming she was no older than the rest of her childish companions.
And, just when she was certain things couldn't get any worse... She felt it. She groaned, wrinkling her nose, one hand moving away from her art project to her rumbling tummy. Hadn't the drink worked? Was she getting sick after all? But this didn't feel like the motion sickness she was used to... No, it was much more similar to another feeling, one she wasn't accustomed to happening so quickly, or escalating this much...
She gasped, feeling an involuntary push from within, and then a messy smear in the seat of her panties. Oh no... Ronni was going to be so mad at her, if she found out... Without thinking, she jumped to her feet, ready to make a mad dash for the nearest restroom, not realizing how much worse it would get, without the seat beneath her to help her stop the flow.
"No!" she squealed, trying with all her might to clench her muscles as the mush began to pour out, her poor, childish panties struggling to hold it all. She really wished she'd stayed quiet, and still, feeling the eyes of the kids on her, all so much younger than her, yet none of which seemed to have any problems at all with controlling themselves this way... She groaned, frozen in place, helplessly pooping her pants, completely blowing the last chance her aunt had given her.
She was sure this was it, that she was going to get another spanking that night... But that wasn't the worst of it. "Come on," Dawn told her gently, "let's go get you cleaned up."
Dawn led her into the bathroom, taking the backpack with her, opening it up to see if there was anything in there to change her into, Hillary promising, the whole time, that this never happened, that she didn't usually have accidents... And then Dawn found a diaper and wipes. "Sweetie," Dawn said, with surprising patience, "why would you be sent here to us with a diaper if this was so out of the ordinary?"
"Th-That's Wynter's backpack," Hillary protested. "Sh-She packed it. I-I..." But she was the one here, the one who had messed herself... So she was the one who ended up getting cleaned up and diapered by this stranger, terrified that she was going to have to spend the rest of the cruise - and, probably, her trip, once Ronni found out - in them, that there was no talking her way out of them again.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Hillary whimpered as Dawn pulled her dress off as well.
"Sorry, sweetie," Dawn said. "You got it dirty, too, so you need a clean outfit... Unfortunately, all you have is your swim suit, and I don't think these bottoms are going to fit over the diaper. Don't worry, I'll give your auntie a call and see if she can bring you something else."
"No!" Hillary gasped as the tankini top was tugged over her head, keeping her diaper fully exposed as she was led back out onto the deck of the ship, for everyone to see. "She can't know! I-I'll be in so much trouble!"
"Well, she's whose contact number I have, Hillary," Dawn explained. "And I'm sure your cousin is off enjoying herself... And I'm going to need someone to bring you some spare diapers."
"But I don't need them!" Hillary stomped her foot, stopped by a pat to her crinkly crotch, and an increasingly familiar damp sensation there. Her nerves at the idea of how Ronni was going to react must have gotten the better of her... And now, she'd already proven, once more, that she belonged in these things... She just hoped her aunt didn't decide she deserved another spanking, too... And that the rumbling in her tummy was just a residual effect of her first accident, and not a sign that she might have another before Aunt Ronni showed up.