princesspottypants

The Chart - Part 5

Published: September 6th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

 Pictures property of Pampered Penny and Little Sophie Studios. 

Sophie wasn't sure what she was expecting to do, but she still jumped, had to swallow a curse word that she knew - thanks to the rules - would lead to a mouth-soaping, when she saw Penny at home, waiting for her, right after school. 

"O-Oh!" she exclaimed instead, eyes wide. "Wh-What are you doing here?"

Penny smirked. "I live here now, remember?"

"Well, yeah," Sophie rolled her eyes. "I-I didn't expect..." After a particularly bad day at school, where, thanks to a rather stressful exam, she could tell her trainers were on the verge of leaking, she'd decided to skip her final class of the day, see if she could get them washed, dried, and back on before anyone else got home. 

She would have been pushing it... Penny got home early now and then, and if that happened today, she might walk in and find Sophie going commando, if she decided she needed to be checked. That was the woman's fault, though... Just like she'd taken away Sophie regular panties, long ago, she'd now stolen back the childish, white underwear she'd given her to replace them. 

Opening her underwear drawer to get a bra, or to get things ready for Penny to prepare her for bed, was an awful experience now, staring down and seeing stacks of thick, cloth diapers in there, instead of her normal undies. Frustratingly, Penny refused to give her more than one pair of training pants at a time, which made her deception increasingly difficult to maintain.

"With all those diapers, there just isn't room," the woman had told her; Sophie had a bad feeling there was more to it than that. Thankfully, if Penny suspected anything, she'd stayed quiet so far... But for how long?! "I'll keep them for you. You don't need them anyway, remember? One pair per day should be plenty."

Today - like many days - that wasn't true. "I'm sure I told you," Penny shrugged, "I'm not working until after the honeymoon, so I can finish getting things ready for the wedding. Now... How did you do today, dear? And why are you back so soon?"

"M-My professor was feeling sick," Sophie fibbed, "so my last class was called off."

"I see," Penny nodded. "And how are your pants?" 

"Th-They're fine!" Sophie squeaked automatically, hoping the woman would let it go at that, that she'd be so busy with her preparations she'd let Sophie start the laundry, and the rest of her chores, without looking for herself.

Of course, it didn't work out that way, Penny lifting a finger, beckoning the girl over. Sophie winced, feeling the cloth squish between her thighs as she toddled over, heart racing, another trickle squeezing out, as she prayed the sodden padding could take it. "I-I fell asleep in class again," she lied, before Penny could lift her skirt and say anything.

"That's happening a lot lately," Penny observed. "Maybe we need to take you to the doctor and see if there's a reason for that."

Sophie shook her head; she didn't like the doctor normally, but she definitely didn't want to go now. It was possible there was something wrong with her, and the doctor could help... If there was, however, and she was able to tell how long Sophie had been dealing with it, Penny might realize Sophie had been lying to her for a while, which she wouldn't be happy about. And, if the doctor found nothing... Well, what did that mean about Sophie, and all her accidents? If there was no underlying reason for them, did that mean she was just a baby after all?

"Oh, my," Penny sighed, giving the soaked trainer a pat. "Did you sleep through the whole class?"

"A-Almost," Sophie stared down at her feet."

"Well, you're going to write an apology note to your teacher for that," Penny informed her. "Go get cleaned up... I'll get you some fresh training panties." 

That didn't go as badly as it could have, Sophie thought to herself as she took a quick shower, Penny bustling in partway through to leave the dry trainers on the closed toilet lid for her. After everything that had happened, she always expected the woman to be angrier when she found Sophie wet... Instead, she barely seemed surprised at all. 

Sophie did the laundry after all, swallowing as she saw how many soggy trainers were there, waiting for her. Had Penny counted them? Could she sneak an extra pair out after they were dry? Just one might be enough to keep her problem hidden a little longer...

She never got the chance to find out. She was still in the midst of her other chores when Penny appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. "I sent your teacher an e-mail, telling her I hoped she got better soon," she said, "and she didn't know what I was talking about. She did tell me she hoped you were feeling all right, though, since you didn't show up to her class."

Sophie kept dusting, gulping silently, struggling to keep herself from having a nervous accident, not trusting herself to speak up in the midst of that. 

"Well?" Penny demanded. "What do you have to say for yourself? We pay good money to send you to college... We expect you to make the most of it, or at least go to the classes you signed up for."

Sophie let out a tiny shrug, wanting to point out Penny had nothing to do with that, that her mother was the one who had paid for it... She really wasn't sure what was going on between the two of them, however, after that strange encounter the morning she'd been put into training pants during the day officially. 

"And you lied to me," Penny continued, "which is even worse. Are you not even going to apologize?"

Things were already bad... Sophie knew, if she stayed mute, they'd get even worse. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I-I guess I read the e-mail wrong..."

"Hmm," Penny raised an eyebrow. "Well, why don't you let me see it? If it's worded that badly, perhaps I can talk to your teacher and convince her it isn't fair to mark you as absent for today, since I wouldn't want it to affect your grade..."

"I-I deleted it," Sophie's stomach twisted as she pushed deeper and deeper into the lie.

"It should still be in the trash," Penny countered. "Unless you emptied it right away for some reason."

"I-I... did?" Sophie's hand clenched into a fist around the feather duster, feeling the worst happen while she was distracted, and she dribbled into her trainers again, right in front of Penny.

"Then show me the empty trash can in your e-mail," Penny demanded. "Or are you lying to me, young lady?"

For the briefest second, Sophie wondered if she was slick enough to empty the trash as she opened it up, without Penny noticing... But, before she could, her nervous, guilty expression gave her away, and she was being marched into the bathroom to get her mouth soaped for lying, then into her bedroom.

"If you want to be lazy and not go to your classes, you might as well go to sleep early," Penny told her, getting out one of Sophie's night-time diapers, then adding an extra layer, and another. "And, since you're such a big bedwetter, I'd better make sure you're extra protected, considering how long you'll be staying in bed."

She'd threatened it before, but never followed through... In the moment, Sophie was more worried about her wet trainers, but Penny barely appeared to care. "Oh, is that why you were squirming so much?" she asked. "Were you trying to get over to the toilet? Sorry, dear."

The diapers were truly humongous, so big and bulky, Sophie wasn't sure she could stand up in them, much less walk. In fact, after Penny finished with her, she had trouble sitting up, helplessly reaching upwards to Penny for help, like a very tiny baby.

"There's no need for you to get up," Penny said. "I'm sure you can still roll over onto your tummy so you can write out your apology letters... Not only to the teacher whose class you slept through, but also, now, to the one whose class you skipped. And then, once you're done, you're going right under the covers, and you aren't getting out until tomorrow morning, when I get you up for school."

"Sophie!" Penny scolded, squeezing her eyes shut in frustration. "Why are you not ready yet? I asked you to get dressed an hour ago, young lady!" This was, Sophie realized, not the day to mess with the woman... Not that any day really was. 

It was finally here, the day of the wedding, and the whole church where the ceremony was being held was a flurry of activity. Sophie had tried to help, but Penny told her she that her only jobs for the day were to get into her dress, look pretty as her mother's maid of honor, and behave herself. 

Penny still wasn't in her dress yet, either, although Sophie knew she had plenty of people around to help her with that, and she was busy bustling around, making sure everything was going smoothly. From what Sophie had seen, it all was... Except, of course, for her. 

It wasn't that she didn't like the dress... It was pretty, and fit her well enough. It was, perhaps, a little childish, but she knew she likely only felt that way because she'd gotten it fitted alongside her mother and Penny, who were so much bigger and more mature than her already. She was worried about it being white, however...

Already, she'd had an accident in her trainers, and not a small one. Just one more, and, if she was wearing the dress, she might leak all over it... And then she'd be in huge trouble. Leaking at all would be bad, obviously, and she knew she was eventually going to have to tell Penny, and pray she'd brought along an extra pair of training pants for her, but she was putting that off as long as possible.

Which, it turned out, was only until this very moment, as the woman unzipped Sophie's pants, sliding her hand inside. "I thought so," she smirked, making Sophie wonder if she somehow really had been able to tell, simply by looking at her, that she'd peed herself, or if it was a lucky guess. "Tell me, Sophie... When did you manage to fall asleep long enough for this to happen?"

"W-Well..." Sophie started.

"Don't lie to me," Penny warned. "I've been having my friends keep an eye on you, little lady, just in case, so I know the truth. I've been suspecting it for a while... You seemed to be taking an awful lot of naps lately, and only when nobody was watching..."

"I-I've been tired!" Sophie whined desperately. "I-I'm not used to all these chores, a-and with the wedding..."

"Wow," Penny shook her head. "You really had to pile one more lie on there at the last minute, didn't you? I thought I could put this part off until after we got back from the honeymoon, but I guess not."

"H-Hey!" Sophie gasped, squirming as Penny pulled her out of the sanctuary, where she'd been watching the decorations get put up, into the private room that had been set aside for Penny to get ready, so she and Andrea wouldn't see each other in their dresses before the ceremony. There, all alone, Penny stripped Sophie out of her pants and wet trainers, sat down in a chair, and pulled the girl over her lap.

"This is it, young lady," Penny informed her, punctuating it with the hardest spank Sophie had ever felt, her eyes immediately tearing up. "The last straw. I've been waiting to see if you would tell me the truth, ask for help with your condition, but you aren't even mature enough to do that. Clearly, you not only need your diapers, you deserve them... And you'll be getting them. You can say goodbye to your trainers, Sophie, because you won't wearing them again for a long time... And you'd better do the same with the potty."

Sophie wanted to protest, to tell the woman she couldn't do this... But she was already blubbering too loudly to get a single coherent word out. Penny's other spankings had never felt like she was going easy on her, and yet, compared to this one, it was obvious she had been. Sophie was completely at the woman's mercy, completely helpless.

She was still sniffling hard as Penny pulled out the diapers she'd brought along with her, laying them out, then laying Sophie down on them, pinning them into place, capping them off with frilly plastic pants. "If I can't even trust you to keep your pants dry, I certainly can't have you in charge of anything important at the wedding," Penny said. "I've been working too hard on this. Your aunt was upset when your mother asked you to be the maid of honor anyway... I'm sure she'll be happy to step in."

"B-But..." Sophie finally managed to speak up.

Penny was pulling her to her feet by then, leading her by the hand - in just her diaper and shirt - down the hall, to the room where the bridesmaids that weren't helping Andrea, or decorating, were getting ready. Sophie blushed, hearing them coo over how adorable she was, trying in vain to hide the bulky diaper with her hands, feeling it start to dampen already, proving how badly she needed them.

"Sorry to trouble you ladies," Penny said, "but could you help our little flower girl get ready? I'm not sure why I thought she could do it on her own."

They were all Amazons, though, even if they weren't, after that spanking and diapering, Sophie doubted she could have resisted them for long. In no time, she was in her dress, just waiting for the ceremony to start, trying, and failing, to rub away the soreness in her bottom, even though, through the thick diapers she was now expected to wear full-time, she could barely feel her hand at all.