Published: April 22nd 2021, 2:00:04 pm
Here's the start of a new short story, continuing the First Break story from a couple months back, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.
"No, Mom, we're going to be super safe," Fawn promised. "Nobody's bringing any alcohol or anything..."
"What fun is that?" her father teased, earning a glare from his wife. "What? She's not a baby anymore, Catherine... It's going to happen eventually."
Fawn blushed, pretending to check a message on her phone as she squirmed, pretty sure her dad didn't mean anything by phrasing it that way, but still uncomfortable anyway, and especially glad she hadn't bought Goodnites, the way she'd almost convinced herself to before remembering that there was no way the pesky little sister she shared her room with wouldn't find them. "I-It's just for a day, really," she shrugged, staring down at her phone. "W-We can't even really get into that much trouble..."
"A day is more than enough time for that," her mom lectured, lifting Fawn's chin with one finger, in a way that reminded the girl a lot of the way Angela had done it, which made Fawn's cheeks burn even hotter. "But I trust you," she said, kissing her daughter on the forehead. "I'm glad you're going and having fun, sweetie. Just be careful."
"I-I will," Fawn nodded. And she was sure she would... Though, it wasn't going to be anything like the kind of fun her father thought she was having, or what her mother feared.
She'd done her best to craft her story in a way that wouldn't raise too many questions, but kept her from having to give many specifics, either. She'd seen enough TV shows to know how easy it was to make a mistake, to claim you were going to sleep over at a friend's house, only to have your parents discover you weren't there after all... The people doing that were usually a good bit younger than her, of course, and yet she was still worried it might happen. So, she hadn't given out any names at all, telling her parents she and a couple new friends from college, who they hadn't met yet, were going on a day trip in the middle of the week of their spring break.
She wished it could have been longer, but she'd been saving up since her last trip, and one full day was all she could afford. Even that hadn't quite been enough... She was pretty sure Angela had taken pity on her, suggesting she come during the week, instead of the weekend, because her rates were lower then, something Fawn hadn't found any evidence of on the woman's website.
"It'll be a better time anyway," Angela had told her. "The school district here will have already had their spring break by then, so things should be pretty quiet."
Fawn wasn't exactly sure what Angela meant by that, but she was choosing to trust her. Now that the time was approaching, she was starting to get butterflies in her tummy, just as bad as her first time, if not worse... She knew now what she was in for, how much fun it was; she was also nervous that, somehow, the magic would have worn off, or that doing it for longer might not be as fun as she thought.
She came pretty close to stopping at a store on her drive over, picking up those Goodnites she'd been debating about. The thought of walking through the store carrying them, however, worrying that another customer, or her cashier, would realize they were for her, was terrifying... And then, where would she change? Was she going to try to do it in her car? Was she going to walk into the bathroom, and then walk out with slightly puffier shorts, and hope nobody who had seen her with the package of Goodnites spotted her, and put two and two together?
She squirmed, blushing, imagining the many ways that could go wrong. It did help that this was another town, one she was just passing through to get to Angela's place, so she'd likely never run into anyone in there again, unless she did the same thing next time she made this trip... But, rather than pulling off, she kept going, on to her real destination.
She'd really only paid for one day - the next day - but, in order to let her get the full benefit, without having to worry about getting up early to drive there, and driving home afterwards, Angela was letting her stay there overnight, and go home the morning after, free of charge. Angela had given her a time range of when to show up, though, in her excitement to get there, Fawn wound up arriving early.
She waited in her car a few minutes, not wanting to be a pest, or impose any more than she already was, but, eventually, she couldn't contain herself any longer. She walked up to the door, knocking tentatively, hoping she wasn't interrupting another one of Angela's sessions, or anything like that. How close together did she book them? Fawn fidgeted, imagining having some random person show up at the end of her session, and how much she would have hated that... She had nearly convinced herself to go back to her car and wait - or go drive somewhere else to kill time, to really give them some privacy - when the door opened.
"H-Hi!" Fawn chuckled nervously, waving. "I-I hope I'm not too early, I-I can..."
"No, it's fine," Angela smiled. "Come on in."
Fawn stepped in, feeling calmer just seeing Angela, knowing that she had everything under control. That quickly evaporated once the door was closed, however, and Angela reached over, started to unbutton Fawn's shorts. "H-Hey!" the girl blushed.
"Oh, Fawn," Angela shook her head. "We talked about this, didn't we? What do you think you're doing, coming over here in big girl panties when you're not anything close to a big girl?"
"Umm..." Fawn hadn't been expecting this... She'd assumed, since Angela was 'off the clock' that this wouldn't start until tomorrow. "I-I almost got some..."
"Almost," Angela sighed. "Almost doesn't count for much, does it, Fawn? If you 'almost' made it to the potty, but wet these big girl undies, you'd still make a mess all over my floor, wouldn't you?"
Fawn blushed bright red. "I-I wouldn't, though!" she insisted. "I-I don't..."
"You don't wet your pants?" Angela raised an eyebrow. "That's funny... I certainly remember changing your soggy diaper last time you were here. I guess somebody needs a little discipline right off the bat."
"Wh-What?!" Fawn squeaked. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't..."
"Too late now," Angela told her, taking her by the hand, leading her through the house, her shorts still unbuttoned, slowly sliding further and further down Fawn's legs as she shuffled along beside the larger woman, her heart racing. Ever since Angela had threatened to spank her last time, the image of that kept flashing back to her, at the worst possible time, like in the middle of class... Fawn hadn't gotten up the courage to tell Angela that her stance on it might have changed, but the woman was so intuitive... Had she figured it out on her own?! Was she about to put Fawn over her lap?!
Fawn didn't realize she was holding her breath until she let it go, after Angela took her to the changing table, sliding a diaper under her backside. She didn't even get to choose it this time - which was fine, since there was something nice about having even that choice taken away from her - and, as Angela started to get her into the crinkly garment, she had to assume that she wouldn't be bothering to powder her up like this before a spanking.
Still, it was hard to be disappointed as she felt the diaper get pulled up, tugged snug around her waist, taped into place, giving her that sensation she'd been craving since her last time here. Angela smiled, watching the blissful smile cross Fawn's face as she wriggled on the table, listening to the crinkles, feeling the padding rubbing against her.
"I almost forgot this," she chirped, sliding a pacifier between Fawn's lips, the girl instantly starting to suck on it, not giving it a second thought. "Now, let's see... You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, so I think I'd better make sure you get plenty of rest."
She pulled a pink, fuzzy footed sleeper out of her closet, helping Fawn into it. Fawn felt so soft and sweet and tiny... She almost forgot about the promised punishment as she wiggled in her new outfit, giggling softly to herself behind her paci.
"All right, young lady," Angela said, after giving her a minute or two to enjoy herself. "For not doing as you were told, I think you need a little corner time."
"C-Corner time?" Fawn stared up at her.
"That's right," Angela took her by the hand again. "You're a babysitter, aren't you? I'm sure you're familiar with corner time."
Fawn was... It was such a childish punishment, something she'd only use on the littlest of kids... But, of course, that was what she was now; she was in diapers and everything! As much as she might have fantasized about spanking, this felt more appropriate... And, in a way, more embarrassing.
Angela took her to the kitchen, where she set a bar stool up in one corner for Fawn, one that was tall enough that her feet came nowhere close to the floor while she was sitting on it, only make her feel smaller. "Umm, Miss Angela?" she mumbled, as the woman prepared to go start cooking.
"What now, Fawn?" she asked sternly.
Fawn blushed. "I-I didn't stop anywhere on my way here... A-And I didn't use the bathroom before you..."
"I see," Angela nodded. "I guess we'll see how truthful you were being about not wetting your pants then, won't we?"