princesspottypants

The Top of the List

Published: December 23rd 2020, 3:00:04 pm

Here's this month's Community Caption! The naughty list idea won, but the Christmas outfit one was pretty close behind, and made sense as a part of it, so I decided to incorporate some of that, too. I know The Plan was close, too, but that was a lot harder to try to make work on top of everything else.  Pictures property of ABDreams.

"Ugh, really?" Luna rolled her eyes as she stepped into the living room, seeing her stepmother, Cassie, there, waiting for her. "That's what qualifies as a 'Christmas outfit'? After... everything?!"

"Come on, now, Luna," her stepmother sighed. "It's Christmas morning... Do you really want to start it off like this?"

She did; she grumbled, staring down at herself, and the silly, frilly dress her stepmother had dug out of the depths of her closet for her. It was too small, really, only barely long enough now to keep her panties covered, and dripping in laces and bows... She had felt absolutely ridiculous in it from the mom her stepmom had presented it to her.

"Well, maybe you should have brought more than some yoga pants and dirty sweaters," her stepmother had told her. "I told you I wanted us to dress nicely when we go to your aunt's. It's our first Christmas together as a family..."

She had, although Luna had insisted that wasn't true, until her stepmother scrolled through their text history and shown her the evidence. Luna definitely had forgotten about it, had planned her wardrobe based more on comfort, assuming she'd spend most of her time at home for the holidays lounging around. "Isn't there something a little more... recent?"

But, even looking through her old things herself, that was the best she could find. "We could go buy something new," she'd suggested. That had, somehow, turned out even worse than she could have imagined.

And now, after all that, she'd come down and found her stepmother wearing a plain, black dress, while she looked like a four year old, running down to see if Santa had come in the night. Of course this was what Cassie wanted... This made her look so much more mature than Luna, for once. "Can I go change, if we can get away with that?" she pouted, gesturing at her stepmom's outfit. "I definitely have a little black dress in my closet..."

"Luna!" her stepmother snapped. "I've told you a hundred times, that dress is perfectly fine. Now, I want you to come over here... I have a very special present for you."

Luna groaned inwardly, then slumped over. Her stepmom had put the gift bag in front of the empty space on the sofa, and, when Luna tried to move it to sit down, the woman - if Luna could even consider Cassie that, when she was barely older than her - held the bag in place, pointing down at the floor instead.

Luna glared at her, stopping herself from stomping her foot only because she didn't want to wake her father, knowing that he was going to take his new wife's side. He always did... "Fine," she sank to the floor. Maybe Cassie had bought her a new dress after all, after... everything. She reached for the bag, which definitely looked big enough for that, but her stepmother beat her to it, sticking her hands in, and pulling out...

A teddy bear. Some cheap, childish toy. Luna touched it anyway, hoping that perhaps it was a joke, that the insides were filled with money, or jewelry, or something... But, giving it a squeeze, it didn't feel like anything more than fluff.

"Do you like it?" Cassie smiled down at her. "Honestly, he told me I shouldn't get you anything... That felt too mean, though. I thought you should get something..."

Luna's brow furrowed, confused. "Why did dad say...?" she asked, hoping the answer was that he'd bought her something big, and he'd thought that should be enough.

"Oh, not your father," her stepmother chuckled, pointing behind Luna. "Him." Luna turned, eyes widening at the figure she saw standing there, watching her, the last person she wanted to see right now, like this. 

Santa Claus.

It wasn't really Santa, of course; Luna was an adult, she knew Santa wasn't real. That made it all the worse, however, to see him standing there, still in his red and white outfit, staring at her.

"Wh-What are you doing here?!" she demanded, scrambling to her feet, feeling a bit better not to be seen sitting on the floor like a little kid, after what had happened, not realizing that she was still holding onto the bear, which somewhat negated the effects.

"Merry Christmas, Luna," he told her gravely, taking a step forward, closer to her.

Luna blushed, her other hand drifting to her skirt, pulling it downwards, ensuring it kept her panties covered. "Wh-What are you doing here?" she asked again, wiggling in place anxiously.

She knew it had to be the same one... It could be hard to tell, since they all had the white hair and the beard, but she could see it in his eyes. It was hard to forget her first encounter with him, after all...

"I'll see if they have anything that seems appropriate," Cassie had told her, dropping her off at the end of the line in her red dress, some thick, white tights, and shiny, red Mary Janes. "You get a nice picture for me, okay? It'll be a nice souvenir for us."

"Why can't I just go with you?" Luna had whined, looking at the line, at all the little kids she was being left among, as if she was one of them, all dolled up like the other girls. "You know this is a racket... This will probably be more expensive than the dress!"

Her stepmother had sighed, shaken her head. "Just do this for me, Luna, please?"

She'd felt absolutely stupid, but Luna had endured the line... For a while. The dress had no pockets, and Cassie had insisted that, if she could find a dress she thought would be better than what Luna already had, she'd buy it for her herself, so she hadn't brought her purse, either, so there was nothing to do except look around, watching the line in front of her slowly move, and the line behind her far more quickly lengthen. 

Part of that was what kept her there so long, despite the growing pressure in her bladder. If she left now, there was no way she'd get back as close to the front of the line as she was now by the time Cassie was done shopping. Really, it was a matter of weighing if that mattered to her or not, if she was bothered by her stepmother not getting the dumb picture she seemed to care about so much...

Eventually, it wasn't. She was almost there, almost finished... But she was getting dangerously close to something else, too, and it was getting harder and harder to contain herself, since she was too afraid to do much squirming in the dress, and risk flashing the kids, and parents, behind her. Cassie would live without the picture.

When she tried to slip out of the line, however, one of Santa's elves appeared. "Where do you think you're going?" she'd asked.

"It doesn't matter," Luna had rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it... I'm not going to try to get back into the line."

"Your Mommy already paid for your pictures," the elf had said. "And asked me to keep an eye on you, so you aren't going anywhere."

"Screw you," Luna had sneered down at the shorter woman, hearing some gasps from the kids behind her, as if that had even been a real swear. "You're not in charge of me, and she isn't my 'Mommy' anyway, so she can't..."

"Luna," a male voice had boomed, making her shut up and turn around, realizing the rest of the line had fizzled out, and she was holding things up as she argued with the elf. "Come here," Santa had demanded, patting his lap.

There was no real way around it then... She could see the parents behind her getting impatient, watching her bicker with the elf, and they'd only get madder if, after all that, she left without so much as speaking to Santa. Although, she had to admit she was pretty creeped out that he appeared to know her name, somehow... But Cassie must have told them that when she paid for the picture.

"Fine," she'd glared at the elf, storming up to Santa's chair. "I'm not going to," she'd wrinkled her nose, looking at his legs.

"Sit on my lap, Luna," he'd ordered, and, despite herself, she found her legs bending. "Now, Luna," he'd said, "tell me, do you think you deserve presents this year?"

That was a strange way of putting it... Wasn't he supposed to ask her if she'd been good? This sounded far more ominous, and negative... "Y-Yeah, sure," she'd shrugged, wanting to get this over with, looking around and praying none of her old friends were back home and shopping today to see this. "Can we just...?"

His hands tightened around her, holding her in place. She'd gulped, squirming, bladder really starting to hurt, to ache for relief. "Do you really think so?" he'd asked. "You don't have any regrets? Don't want to apologize to anyone for anything?"

"I want you to let me go!" she'd struggled, trying to break free. "This is really weird, you fat old perv..." She froze, cheeks blazing as she felt something happening in her panties, a wet patch appearing and spreading, quickly soaking through them and moving on to her tights. "N-No!" she'd protested as she saw the flash of a camera, taking a picture of her at the worst possible moment... Though, to be fair, it was also the moment she'd sat still finally.

Cassie had, of course, not been pleased with her; Luna hadn't been happy, either, since her stepmother hadn't found another dress. She'd thought she'd at least gotten out of having to wear the red one, until it had shown up in her room, freshly laundered, on Christmas Eve.

"L-Listen, I'm sorry about what happened, okay?" Luna stammered.  "It wasn't my fault! That stupid elf wouldn't let me go to the bathroom, so..."

"That is the least of my concerns with you, young lady," he informed her. "If that had been the worst thing you did, you'd still easily be on the nice list. But you spent the whole year on the naughty list, working your way up higher and higher.... You were at the top well before that little accident... Or the one you just had."

"I-I didn't...!" Luna's face burned. "How dare...?! Hey!"

She gasped as her stepmom lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her underwear to this stranger, right in the middle of the living room, showing off the tiny wet spot that had, indeed, appeared thanks to her shock at seeing him there, having hoped she'd never have to face him again after peeing her pants on his lap.

"What is wrong with...?!" she growled at Cassie, looking over at her... Then freezing, seeing what the woman had resting on her lap. "Wh-What is that for?!"

"Santa always knows," Cassie chuckled. "And he knows what's best for you, sweetie... I'm afraid a lump of coal is just not enough this year..."

"No," Santa agreed, reaching into the pocket of his red coat and pulling out a paddle. "It certainly isn't."

"No way!" Luna shook her head vehemently. "You're not going to get away with this! Dad isn't going to be happy about you letting some weirdo into his house to threaten his daughter, you know!"

"Your father will be asleep until we finish," Santa informed her. "And, when we're done, he's going to find all of this just as normal as the rest of the world. Now, come over Santa's lap..."

Luna hadn't wanted to do that in the first place, though now, she could tell he meant it in a very different way. "No!" she stomped her foot. "No, I won't! You aren't Santa! Santa isn't real! I don't know who you are, but you can't do this to me! I am an adult!"

"You certainly aren't acting like one," her stepmother said. "Look at you, throwing a tantrum like a toddler... I think this is going to do you a lot of good, Luna."

"Oh, shut up!" Luna glared at her. "What do you know?! You're just some dumb, gold-digging bimbo who... Ow!" She squealed as Santa's white-gloved hand closed around her ear, pulling her away from Cassie, over to the sofa she'd been so upset at not being allowed to sit on moments earlier... Now, Santa sat down in the space she could have used, and pulled her down over his legs, lifting up the back of her dress. "Don't you dare!" she kicked her feet, heart racing as she realized they didn't reach the floor, that she didn't have the strength to break free of his grip, that she was totally helpless to keep him from sliding her soggy panties down... "Pl-Please, no!"

"This is for your own good," Santa told her. "Maybe if this had happened a long time ago, you wouldn't have gotten to this point."

And, before Luna could say, or do, anything else, the paddle crashed down hard on her bare bottom. She howled, pain shooting through her, tears springing to her eyes instantly. "Do you think I'm real now?" he asked.

She had no idea who this was, if he actually was Santa, as silly as that sounded, but what he'd done was absolutely real. "I-I'm sorry!" she blubbered again. "I-I'll be good from now on!"

"I know you will," Santa said calmly, giving her another swat, waiting for her yelping to die down. "Your stepmother here has never slipped onto the naughty list once in her entire life... She's going to help you."

"I-I'll do whatever she says!" Luna promised, squealing as the paddle swung down again, the pain already feeling like it was engulfing her entire backside, her jiggling bottom warming, swelling slightly under the assault... And it had just begun. "Y-You don't hafta..." She squirmed, turning, seeing Cassie unfolding the diaper she'd had waiting on her lap, spreading it out on the floor under the tree. "A-And she doesn't hafta..."

"I am Santa Claus." He delivered another mighty spank. "I know you better than you know yourself, Luna... But even you know that isn't true. If I left you to your own devices, you'd be back to your old ways in no time. This is what needs to happen, my dear."

And, with that, the spanking began in earnest, Santa falling silent as he picked up the pace, paddle striking quickly and moving on hardly giving her a chance to recover from the last strike before the next came. By the time it was over, she would have done whatever he said, barely batting an eye as he stripped her out of her dress and underwear, laying her down right onto her stepmom's waiting diaper.

"Here you go," Cassie smiled at her, handing her the teddy bear again, Luna sniffling and cuddling it automatically, throbbing backside wriggling on the diaper, listening to the soft crinkles, almost grateful for the padding. "It's all right, sweetie... You'll see, this is going to be so much better for everyone..."

Luna nodded weakly, watching as she was cleaned up, powdered, and taped into the bulky diaper, too worn out to even try to stop it... Especially with Santa standing there, paddle in hand, overseeing the whole thing.

Or so she thought, until Cassie looked up. "Good morning!" she chirped. "I'm just changing her out of her nighttime diaper, and then we can start presents, okay, honey?"

Luna didn't turn her head, her face burning almost as hot as her bottom, realizing her father was there, seeing her get diapered like a toddler. "Perfect," he replied, not sounding surprised by the sight that had greeted him at all. "Thank you. You're such a good Mommy..."

As much as she'd disliked the Christmas dress before, it was far worse now. A hem that barely hid her panties did nothing to disguise her diapers, and, while she was happy to have her chest covered with it in front of him, she still couldn't look her father in the eyes, knowing the thick, crinkly things were peeking out from beneath her skirt.

He, on the other hand, didn't bat an eye. "I'm glad she likes her teddy," he commented, seeing her clinging to it as she sat on the floor, squirming on her sore bottom. "I guess it was nice of Santa to bring that for her after all."

"I knew he'd bring her something," Cassie gave Luna a wink. "No matter how naughty she's been."

"If you just behave yourself this coming year," her father said, Luna wiggling back a little too slow to avoid a condescending pat on the head, "I'm sure he'll have lots more things to give you next Christmas!"

"I have a feeling she has one very special gift she wants then," Cassie smirked. "But she's going to have to be very, very nice to earn it."

She didn't fully realize how much things had changed, not even when she was led to the dining room for breakfast, and found an oversized high chair there that she was lifted into, and that her stepmother spoon-fed her oatmeal in. It wasn't until she got to her aunt's - after a long ride in a car seat that had also appeared in the back seat of her father's car - that it started to sink in.

It wasn't only her father who accepted her outfit... Everybody did. Not a single member of her family found it strange that one of the oldest kids was now the youngest, the only one still in diapers, now that her younger cousin had just graduated to Pull-Ups. She was so little, in fact, that she didn't even get to sit at the kids' table... She had a high chair there, too, next to her stepmother's seat, where she spent the whole meal fidgeting, thanks to the spanking she'd gotten, unable to sit still as spoonful after spoonful of babyfood was shoveled into her mouth.

"I-I'm really sorry," Luna told Cassie, once they were back home, and she'd been taken directly to the bathroom so she could start being gotten ready for bed, despite it barely being seven in the evening. "I-I learned my lesson, okay?"

"I'm glad," her stepmother smiled at her, gently washing her off. "But that's not how it works, Luna. You were at the top of the naughty list, sweetie... That doesn't just go away after one day."

Luna wanted to ask how long it did take, but she was too worried she'd already gotten her answer, that it was the special present she was supposed to hope for... next Christmas. That couldn't be... They couldn't want her to spend an entire year like this!

As she was led into her bedroom for the first time since she'd left it that morning, however, that did feel like more of a possibility. Gone was her bed, her desk, her posters, anything that indicated she'd grown up here, had last actually lived there as a teenager... She gawked in horror as she was led, naked, freshly washed and dried off, into a nursery, past a crib and playpen over to the changing table, where Cassie already had a nighttime diaper open and waiting.

"Wh-What do I have to do?" she asked quietly, as she was taped into it. "J-Just get onto the nice list?"

"Oh, no," Cassie chuckled. "He might let you grow up a bit if you manage that... If you want things to go all the way back to normal, though, you've got to get to the very top of the nice list."

"Th-The top?!" Luna whined. That was impossible! If she was at the top of the opposite list now... How could she completely reverse her position in one year?! 

"That's part of why he did all this," her stepmother told her. "So you can start over from the beginning, and let me teach you... And so that you have nothing to distract you. Not even potty training."

"B-But I am potty trained," Luna protested, staring up at the woman as the last tape was rubbed into place, sealing the padded garment shut. "I-I don't have to worry about it, because it's already done..."

"Since it's Christmas, you can stay up and play for five more minutes," Cassie helped her off the table, wearing only a diaper. "Then you're going  straight to bed."

"Can't I just go to the bathroom real quick?" she sniffed. "Y-You ignored me when I asked in there, but... Hey!" Cassie ignored her again, walking out of the nursery, shutting the door behind her. Luna groaned, squirming in place, a whole day of mush starting to catch up with her. She didn't want to do that in her diaper, no way... She didn't trust herself to make it all the way through the night, however, and once the side of that crib was up, she doubted she'd be able to climb out.

"Cassie!" she yelled, but it was already too late... It had already been too long of having all her requests for it ignored. She gasped, hands shooting to the back of her diaper in disbelief as she felt a pain in her tummy, and then an involuntary push. "N-No!" she wrinkled her nose, feeling the warm, squishy mass filling her pants, showing her, once and for all, what a baby Santa had turned her into for the next year.

Or so she thought... What really brought it home was Cassie and her father coming in, seeing her in her droopy diaper, Cassie pulling a footed sleeper over her head, ignoring her attempts to point out what had happened, while her dad watched. "No, I need a change!" she insisted, humiliated to admit it in front of her father, but desperate to make them understand.

They didn't seem to, plopping her into the crib for the night, messy and sniffling, and kissing her goodnight. "I told you," Cassie said, after Luna's dad had left. "You were going straight to bed after your five minutes. This is for the best, Luna... The sooner you get used to it, the better. Besides, the first rule of being nice is to follow the rules, without being fussy. You want to be nice, don't you?"

Luna stared out from behind the crib bars, her still-sore bottom squelching in her dirty diaper. "Y-Yes, Mommy," she nodded. She wanted that very much... She definitely couldn't risk another visit from Santa like the one she'd gotten this year, no matter what it took to avoid it.