Published: August 15th 2020, 2:01:01 pm
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My name is Stu Atkins and I have been writing ABDL content, on and off, for a few years. However, up until recently it has gone on the backburner more often than not because, unlike my other writing, it wasn't generating any income. Patreon has given me a chance to change that and allow me to dedicate more time to this kind of content. On my Patreon, you will find stories that involve women/girls in humiliating situations. These usually involve nappies, spankings and various other staples of ABDL stories. You will also find that I seek out other content creators so that we can share samples of each other's content, hence why you're seeing this posted by the legendary Princess Pottypants. You can find my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/user?u=3954284
If you aren't familiar with my work, some of it is available for free. Most notably, good sized chunks of two stories which you can find here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/28390-white-tights/?tab=comments#comment-1126537 and here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/40892-hangover/?tab=comments#comment-1392442
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The Most Embarrassing Night of My Life
Part One
It all started a couple of weeks beforehand, to be honest. I stayed round at Daisy’s house often, and she mine. It had always been that way growing up. Of course, sometimes as kids we’d had proper sleepovers with a number of other girls over and ordering pizza and staying up late and all the usual clichés. In fact, we’ll come to one of those later. It’s very important in this story. However, we need to start with a smaller affair that took place a couple of weeks before, where I was the only guest staying over at Daisy’s house.
You might think it juvenile, and in hindsight, so do I. I certainly wish we hadn’t been, but we were playing a little two-girl game of truth or dare.
‘Truth or dare?’ I asked
‘Truth,’ replied Daisy.
‘You always go for truth!’ I cried
‘I’m allowed to,’ she protested.
‘Fine. Are you scared about going away to university?’
‘A bit, I suppose. But excited at the same time. It will be hard at first, I think. I’ll miss home, miss my friends. I guess I’m scared that nobody will like me.’
‘I know what you mean,’ I said.
‘Truth or dare?’ she asked, ‘though after lecturing me for picking truth, you’d better go for dare.’
‘Fine. I’ll take a dare. I’m not chicken.’
This the first of three major steps towards my downfall.
‘Oh, I’ve got a good one. Wait here,’ she said scurrying from the room with a grin.
When she returned she was holding something behind her back and had a devious look in her eye.
‘Your dare,’ she said, ‘is to wear this until you get home tomorrow.’
She brought a nappy out from behind her back. Or, on closer inspection a pull up.
‘Where on earth did you get that from?’ I asked. ‘Nobody in your house still wears nappies do they?’
‘Don’t tell anybody, but Cleo still wets the bed sometimes. She wears these just in case.’
‘Isn’t she nearly fifteen?’ I asked, shocked that somebody that age would still need to wear such an infantile garment. Aside from the clear purpose of it, it was bright pink with Disney princesses on it.
‘Yeah, but some people just struggle with that sort of thing. I seem to remember that you had a little accident not so long ago,’ so teased.
‘That was different!’ I protested, ‘I’d had too much to drink and you promised not to bring it up again.’
‘Okay, sorry, sorry,’ she said, raising her hands and showing her palms. ‘Look, are you going to do the dare or not?’
‘Fine,’ I said.
With just the two of us there, I saw no need for modesty. We had seen each other naked before. So, I slipped down my pajama bottoms and grabbed the pull up from Daisy. I opened it up, stepped into it and slid it up my legs until it was resting over the top of my underwear.
‘Um, Soph, I don’t think they work too well if you’re also wearing knickers underneath them.’
‘I don’t need it to work well. I’m not a bedwetter. Also, the dare only said I had to wear it. You didn’t say anything about having to take my knickers off.’
‘True, I suppose.’
I slipped my pajama bottoms back on and we both giggled when we realised that the waistband of the pull up was clearly visible.
‘Truth or dare?’ I asked.
‘Truth, obviously,’ said Daisy. ‘I wouldn’t want to end up dressed like you.’
‘You can’t say truth every time!’
‘Sure I can. You could have too, and then you wouldn’t be wearing a nappy.’
She had a point.
‘Okay,’ I said, ‘When was the last time that you wet yourself?’
She blushed.
‘Can I swap it for a dare?’ she said, which surprised me.
‘Well if you do, I think your dare will be to pee your pants, given the effect that the question had on you.’
‘Okay, I’ll answer the question. But you can’t tell anybody, ever. Promise?’
‘Okay. I promise.’
‘Year ten. On the way home from school.’
‘So you weren’t drunk or anything?’
‘No, I just … couldn’t hold on. Okay? Can we move on now?’
‘Does anybody else know?’
‘Just my mum and sister. It’s your turn.’
‘Fine. I’ll have another dare, because I’m not a coward.’
‘Fine then, nappy girl. Your dare is to go downstairs and get a glass of water.’
‘But your mum will see me. She’ll see what I’m wearing.’
‘Yes and when she does, you’re going to let her see that you’re wearing it, and when she asks you about it, you’re going to tell her that you’ve been having some issues with bedwetting recently.’
‘What if she doesn’t say anything about it?’ I asked.
‘Then you come back upstairs and your dare is complete. But I think she’ll ask.’
***
At first I didn’t think Daisy’s mum would say anything. She was sat at the table reading something on her laptop. I’d managed to get my glass of water and was almost to the door when she spoke.
‘Sophie, love,’ she said, ‘why are you wearing a nappy?’
I froze. Even though what I was about to say to her was completely untrue, it was still deeply humiliating.
‘Well, um, recently I’ve been…’
‘Wetting the bed?’ She asked, finishing my sentence for me after seeing that I was struggling.
‘Yes,’ I said, blushing furiously, despite the fact that I’d only wet the bed once since I was a little girl, and that had been the result of drinking too much vodka.
‘Cleo has problems with that too. I know it’s embarrassing, but you’re doing the right thing. Wearing the nappy I mean. It might not feel like it, but it’s the grown up way to deal with the problem. Can I make a little suggestion though?’
‘Um, I guess.’
‘You might want to wear different PJ’s for the big sleepover that’s coming up. Daisy won’t give you a hard time, but the other girls might if they find out.’
‘Oh, right, yeah.’
And this was the second step towards my downfall. You see, as a final sendoff before we all went off to university, we were having one last big girly sleepover. Not just Daisy and me, but all our friends from school as well. And now, Daisy’s mum, who happened to be hosting the whole thing, was expecting me to wear a nappy for it.
Part Two
Soon enough, the big day arrived. When I got to Daisy’s house, Cara and Alice were already there, but we were still waiting for Michelle to arrive. The wait wasn’t a particularly hard one though; we passed the time by drinking wine and reminiscing about our previous sleep overs, when we had been more young and innocent. By the time Michelle arrived, the rest of us were already fairly tipsy. We had decided beforehand that we’d get changed into pajamas once everybody was there, even if it was early. We wanted to set the mood. The plan was to lounge around in pajamas, play truth or dare, order pizza, maybe watch some trashy films, that sort of thing.
As always, Alice was a prude and decided to go and get changed in the bathroom. The rest of us just got changed in Daisy’s room. I slipped off my jeans and T-shirt, followed by my bra. I then put on a nightie, but kept my white knickers and socks on. I turned round to see that Cara and Michelle were engaged in a habit that they’d had since getting changed for PE in primary school, and had never grown out of. They’d started to get changed, then began nattering to each other and just stood there in a state of undress, making no moves whatsoever to remedy the situation. Cara had taken her skirt off, and had her tights halfway down her legs, blue knickers on show. Michelle was stood in just her black bra and thong. They were so caught up in their conversation that they had no idea that Daisy and I were already changed. Daisy strode over in her green pajamas and delivered a playful slap to Michelle’s almost bare bottom.
‘Put some bloody clothes on, you two,’ she said, not unkindly.
By the time Alice returned from the bathroom wearing her pajamas, Michelle had managed to get into hers but Cara couldn’t find her pajama bottoms. She was wearing her pink pajama top, but only her knickers and socks on her bottom half, rummaging through her bag.
‘I was sure they were in here but I can’t find them anywhere,’ she moaned.
‘Never mind,’ said Michelle, ‘you’re wearing big pants. You’re fine as you are.’
‘She can’t spend the evening parading around in her knickers!’ said Alice, who clearly found the very idea to be ridiculous.
‘Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud,’ said Daisy. ‘It’s fine. We’re all girls here anyway. Plus, I don’t want to wait any longer. I want us to get in a round of truth or dare before our pizza gets here.’
***
‘Dare,’ said Alice.
‘Okay then,’ said Cara. ‘Take off your pajama bottoms for the rest of the night.’
‘What? I can’t do that!’ said Alice, horrified.
‘Why not? I’m already doing it,’ said Cara.
‘You have to,’ said Michelle, ‘that’s how dares work.’
‘Fine,’ said Alice, in a tone that suggested it was anything but fine.
She stood up, put her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and then immediately pulled them out again.
‘Sorry girls, I just can’t. I don’t want…’
But as she stood there dithering, Daisy lost patience and pulled them down for her, eliciting a shriek from Alice. There she stood, desperately using her hands to try to cover up a pair of pink, frilly, and undeniably juvenile, knickers.
‘To be fair, if I was wearing baby pants like that, I’d want to hide it too,’ I said. Another step on the path to my humiliation, though I hadn’t quite sealed the deal yet.
‘Well, unless I am mistaken,’ said Alice, trying to regain her composure,’ it’s your turn now Sophie. What’s it going to be? Truth or dare?’
Well, knowing that my last comment might have earned her ire, I opted for what I thought was the safest option.
‘Truth,’ I said.
‘Okay,’ said Alice, sitting herself back down, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you know about Daisy?’
This is really where it all went wrong. The third and final step that sealed my doom. Daisy was glaring at me, clearly having something that she desperately didn’t want me to reveal. I remembered our little game from a couple of weeks ago.
‘Well,’ I said, taking my time, ‘it just so happens that I know that Daisy had a wickle accident in her knickers. She was walking home from school and couldn’t hold on and piddled herself like a toddler…in year ten!’
The other girls burst out laughing but Daisy simply looked betrayed. She got up and left the room, face bright red, much to the delight of the other girls. I later found out that she had gone to her mum and simply said: ‘Mum, Sophie hasn’t got her nappy on.’
Part Three
Daisy’s mum came into the room and we all fell silent. I know that I was thinking that perhaps I’d taken things too far.
‘Sophie, can I have a word please?’
I followed her outside, expecting to get something of a telling off. It wouldn’t be the first time. Being best friends with Daisy growing up had meant that we spent a lot of time together and our mother’s were also close friends. Daisy’s mum had the blessing of my mother to scold and punish me as she saw fit, and my mother was also allowed to do the same to Daisy. It hadn’t come up for a long time, but given how upset Daisy had been about my telling others about her accident, I suspected it might be on the cards.
‘You’re wearing a nightie,’ she said softly.
‘Um, yes…’ I said, not really following.
‘Aren’t you afraid that the other girls might see?’
‘Uh…’
‘Or are you not worried about that because you’ve decided not to wear it?’
Suddenly, it clicked into place. She was expecting me to be wearing a nappy because of the stupid game of truth or dare that Daisy and I had played before.
‘Um, I am wearing it,’ I lied.
‘Then show me, because Daisy doesn’t think you are. Show me, and I’ll leave you to it for the rest of the evening.’
‘Um, it’s a bit, you know, embarrassing.’
I’d never been a particularly good liar. She saw straight through me. She lifted the hem of my nightie, revealing my white knickers.
‘So you’ve lied to me then,’ she said, dropping the nightie back down into place. ‘I know it’s embarrassing for you but I really thought you were more mature than this. Go in there and get your bag.’
I walked in, the girls were all silent and it was clear that they had been trying to listen in on the conversation. Had either of us actually mentioned nappies? I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t be sure. I sheepishly got my bag and met Daisy’s mother back outside the room. She took it from me and rummaged through it, but was clearly not satisfied.
‘You haven’t brought one?’ she asked, clearly starting to get angry.
‘Well…no. The truth is, I haven’t brought one because I don’t actually need them. It was all part of a dare and …’ I said.
‘I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Go to Cleo’s room and ask her nicely for one of hers, then put it on.’
‘Look,’ I said, getting angry, ‘I am not wearing one. I don’t need to. I’m 18 years old. It’s not happening. You can’t make me.’
That was a mistake. As I found out, she could indeed make me. She grabbed my ear and dragged me into the room with the other girls. They looked on, mesmerized as Daisy’s mum sat down on a chair and pulled me across her lap. I hadn’t been spanked in years; it had been even longer since I had been spanked by Daisy’s mum, yet here I was laying across her lap. The reality of the situation dawned on me and I tried to get up, only for her to show that she was much stronger than I was as she held me in place. Daisy walked into the room and the girls started giggling, but the giggles weren’t directed at her. Her accident had been completely forgotten. No, the gleeful giggles were aimed at me as Daisy’s mum lifted my nightie and pulled down my knickers.
As the spanking started, I began crying almost immediately. It wasn’t the pain, though it did hurt, but the sheer humiliation of being spanked like this in front of my peers. I didn’t think that things could get any more humiliating but I was completely wrong. While spanking me, Daisy’s mum started to lecture me too, about a bedwetting problem that I didn’t have.
‘I was a bit shocked when I found out that you were having problems with bedwetting at your age,’ she said, causing an eruption of laughter from the other girls, ‘but I thought that you were handling it in a mature way, wearing a pull up last time you stayed over.’ This caused more laughter. ‘But your refusal to wear one tonight because you’re trying to impress your friends just goes to show what an immature little girl you really are. So then, it only seems fitting that you are spanked like one.’
She emphasized the last three words with particularly stinging slaps, and I lay there on her lap, with my bright red bottom on display, my knickers at half-mast sobbing like a toddler.
‘Okay,’ I said, defeated, ‘I’ll go and put on a pull up.’
‘Oh no you won’t. That ship has sailed. Go and stand in the corner. Face the wall.’
I got off her lap and went to pull my knickers back up but she stopped me, so I trudged over to the corner, much to the amusement of my friends. Daisy’s mum left the room.
‘Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re actually a bedwetter!’ said Cara.
‘I’m not,’ I replied, ‘ask Daisy, she knows.’
‘She’s always had trouble with it,’ lied Daisy, ‘I don’t know how she’ll cope when she goes to university. I doubt she’ll be bringing many boys back to her halls.’
‘Daisy! You know that’s not true,’ I said.
‘To be honest,’ said Michelle, ‘it would be less of a big deal if you just owned it. All this denial is not a good look.’
‘But it’s not true!’ I said, with the dreadful realization that nobody believed me. I would never live this down.
Daisy’s mum returned and a fresh bout of giggling accompanied her.
‘Right, lay down on the floor,’ she said.
I turned around to see her holding a packet of nappies and a bottle of baby powder. Not pull ups, you understand, but actual nappies. The kind that you have to tape on.
‘But,’ I protested.
‘You were given plenty of chances to make the right choice and wear pull ups. You decided to act like a baby, so now you’ll spend the evening in nappies.’
‘I want to go home,’ I said.
‘Well you can’t. Everybody here has been drinking, so nobody can drive. You’re just going to have to take your punishment like a big girl. Unless, of course, you want another spanking? Maybe one of the girls would like to volunteer to administer it this time?’
‘Wait, no. I’ll be a good girl,’ I said, realizing after I’d said it just how juvenile it sounded.
Resigned to my fate, I lay myself down on the floor. Daisy’s mum pulled my knickers down my legs and off over my feet and shuffled my nightie up over my tummy. While we were all girls, and we’d all seen each other in states of undress before, I felt more naked than I had on any previous occasion, more vulnerable. Daisy’s mum unfolded the nappy.
‘Be a dear, Alice, and lift her legs up,’ said Daisy’s mum.
Alice took hold of my ankles and lifted them up in the air, lifting my bottom off the ground. I felt the nappy slide in underneath me and couldn’t stop myself from crying. I felt powder on my bottom and then I was lowered down onto the padding. I didn’t resist at all when I was told to open my legs and powder was applied there too. Before I knew it, I had been taped into a nappy, with no regards for my dignity whatsoever, like an overgrown toddler.
‘I know it’s a snug fit, but girls your age don’t normally need to be put in nappies,’ said Daisy’s mum. ‘I’ll leave these here girls,’ she said, gesturing towards the rest of the pack of nappies and the baby powder, ‘and there’s some wipes in the bathroom. You can decide amongst yourselves who gets to do the honours when she needs a change.’
When. Not if, but when. It was at the point that I knew that I was in for the most embarrassing night of my life.