princesspottypants

A Firm Hand - Part 1

Published: June 24th 2021, 2:01:02 pm

The start of a new caption series, commissioned by an anonymous Patron. Pictures property of UKDiaperGirls.

'It is so lame being stuck here with my family all summer,' Chloe complained, for what was probably the hundredth time, at least. 'I wish I could be there with you, Daddy.'

'Then come here,' the phone chimed with Mark's reply a few seconds later. 'You know I'll buy you a plane ticket whenever you want.'

Chloe wanted it right then and there, had ever since college had ended for the summer, but she knew it couldn't happen, for a whole variety of reasons. For one, she knew her mom and her step-father would never understand, and, while she was fully an adult, in her twenties now, she did need them to finish paying for her school. She did think she could trust Mark, yet the idea of meeting him was still just as nerve-wracking as it was exciting. 

Would he be everything she wanted him to be? Would she be everything he expected from her? They hadn't met in real life, so it was hard to tell... And, although she had started out being honest with him, she had decided to embellish a few things... Before she'd moved on to full-on lies. They were harmless, really, more a form of role-playing than anything else. She wanted him to think she was a naughty girl, someone who needed his guidance, instead of the boring goody two-shoes she actually was.

It had given her a good excuse to turn him down, if nothing else. 'You know I have to finish up these summer classes,' she texted back. 'I'm not going to be able to graduate if I don't!'

That was definitely a lie; she'd passed all her classes last semester with flying colors, the same way she'd passed every other class she'd ever taken. There was something thrilling about telling him that she wasn't, however, in pretending that she was constantly on the verge of flunking out if she didn't spend her summer trying to fix things with a few classes at her local community college. She was lucky her college's report cards were so plain and simple that it had taken her no more than fifteen minutes to create an exact copy to send to him, to show him just how bad of a student she was, how much she needed him to encourage her to study more, to stop going to parties that she told him she spent all weekend at, when in reality, she avoided them like the plague.

What would he think, if he knew she'd used more effort faking a bad report card than she'd claimed to use preparing for her finals? In its own way, that was pretty naughty of her... She doubted it was quite the kind of naughty behavior he wanted from his much younger, online girlfriend - the one he wanted to call him Daddy - though. 

She was confident it would all work out, in the end. When they did meet, she could pretend that his firm hand and wise guidance had been what got her onto the straight and narrow, even if she'd been on it the whole time. And there was a chance she'd be getting an awfully firm hand, when that time came. 

'I know why you don't want to come,' he teased. 'You're afraid of all the spankings you've earned yourself, young lady!'

That was true... As much as the thought of him pulling her over his lap, yanking down her pants, paddling her like a misbehaving little girl, did turn her on, she was scared, too, not knowing if it would be as fun as she imagined, if she could actually take it. The first time he'd threatened her with that, telling her she deserved one, it had been too enticing for her, however, and she couldn't help herself. That one message had really been the start of everything else, envisioning herself going to his office after every infraction she made up, hairbrush in hand, asking him to punish her for it...

The fantasy had gotten a little muddled since she'd come home, and her step-father was there. She definitely didn't see him that way, couldn't imagine him disciplining her - or her wanting him to - but she wasn't used to having a man around the house at all, especially one who technically was a 'Daddy' to her, even if she'd never dream of calling him that. His daughter, Faith, did, though, every now and then, and any time Chloe overheard it, it left her blushing, squirming in her chair uncomfortably. She knew he didn't spank Faith, or have the kind of relationship she had with her Daddy, yet it still made things weird.

Faith wasn't a bad kid - she couldn't even really be called a kid anymore, now that she was eighteen, and about to be a senior in high school - but it was awfully late in the game for Chloe to get stuck with a little sister. It was only natural that she'd want to spend time with her, since she'd hardly been around since their parents had married, and moved them all in together, and she was in college, and thus probably way cooler than any of her nerdy friends... Honestly, Chloe would rather lounge around her room, texting with Mark and daydreaming, giggling every time he asked why she was messaging him instead of paying attention in class and pondered how many swats it would take to make her behave like a good girl.

'You can't spank me if I'm not there!' she replied, taking a quick selfie of herself sticking out her tongue, glancing at the time to verify that she shouldn't be in class now, since the background made it obvious she was in her bedroom, before sending it.

'That's another spanking,' he told her. 'When you do show up, you're not going to be able to sit down for a month!'

She rolled over on her bed, giggling. 'That's okay,' she said. 'I'm sure we'll think of things to do that don't require any sitting.'

She would have been happy to go on for the rest of the day like that, but she didn't get the chance, as her bedroom door burst open, her step-sister peering inside curiously. "Hey, what's up?"

"Faith!" Chloe set her phone down, face red, even though there was no way the girl could have seen what was happening on there. "What is wrong with you? You couldn't even knock?!"

"Oh, sorry," Faith said, not sounding it in the slightest. 

Chloe rolled her eyes, wishing again that she'd put a lock on her door. When it was her and her mom, she hadn't needed one, her mother having alway respected her personal space, but now that Faith and her dad were here... Faith had been an only child before the wedding, too, so Chloe knew she should try to be understanding; surely the girl had friends with younger siblings, however, and had heard from them how annoying it was when they just burst in whenever they wanted. She wasn't a kid, after all... She was old enough to know better.

So, Chloe didn't feel too bad snapping, "What?!" instead of making an attempt to sound more patient.

Faith looked hurt, and, for a moment, Chloe regretted it. Not enough to say yes when Faith explained, "I was just seeing if you wanted to go to the movies or something," though. "Why not?" Faith whined. "What else are you doing?"

"You wouldn't understand," Chloe shrugged, picking her phone back up.

Faith paused, a smile slowly appearing on her face. "Oh, I wouldn't, huh?" she asked. "Are you making a plan to steal from your mom's purse again?"

Chloe froze, fighting not to show her shock, and failing badly. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she lied. "I would never do that." That part was the truth... She wouldn't dream of doing that; she would dream of telling Mark she had, however.

But how could Faith have known about that?! Her stomach churned as she mentally ran back through her conversations with him, trying to figure out if, somehow, it could have been Faith all along, if she'd been saying all of that stuff to her step-sister. Mark had sent pictures, though she could have found those online... But why? And why keep it going this long?

And then, she recalled a conversation she'd had with Mark last week, when she'd come up with that particular story to tell him. She'd sent him a photo of a pair of boots she'd seen at the store and thought were cute, told him she was thinking about buying them. He'd asked her how, when he knew she didn't have a job.

She'd been planning on asking her mom, to see if they could be a treat for her for doing so well with her grades. She knew she was too old for that, really, that it was kind of silly... But she did want them.

She couldn't tell Mark that, however, not when he thought she was on the verge of failing. So, instead, she'd said, 'I stole the money from my mom's purse. She'll never know!'

She'd fully expected a good chewing out, the usual threat of a spanking, but, to her surprise, he'd simply sent her the money. She assumed it was to pay her mom back, though it worked just as well to buy the boots in the first place. She had found it weird when he'd asked, a couple days later, if she'd bought them yet, if his money had been meant to go to her mother, yet she'd been so happy to show them off, and not have to worry about remembering not to send him any pictures of her when she was wearing them so she could keep her story straight, that she hadn't thought too much about it.

He'd never told her that was what the money was for... What if he'd never gotten that message? Maybe he'd sent it to her just so she could buy the boots, because, without her text, he would think she'd have no way to get them otherwise... Nervously, she began to scroll through her other text messages, her heart thumping as she got to the conversation between her and Faith, and saw there, at the end, the message she thought she'd sent to Mark. 

Sure enough, Faith sat down at the edge of her bed, holding up her own phone to show her the other side. "You don't, huh?" she asked. "Then what was this all about?"

Chloe cursed under her breath, trying to think of an explanation, an excuse to cover her tracks with that didn't require her to tell her step-sister the truth. What reason could there be for her to pretend she was taking money from her own mother?

"It was just a joke," she settled on after a moment. "That's all."

"I don't get it," Faith said. "I think you'd better show me the whole conversation, so I can get the full context of the 'joke'."

Chloe's heart raced even faster. "N-No way," she shook her head, fighting to stay calm, to not show how much she didn't want to do that. "What does it matter?"

"It matters," Faith smirked, "because if you don't, I'm going to show your mom this text."

"So?" A wave of relief hit Chloe. It would still be hard to explain why she'd said that, but her mother would know it hadn't happened. "I told you, I didn't take anything from her. She can just check her purse and know I didn't."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Faith shrugged. "She might find out something is missing... And, since you already confessed to it, there's no reason for her to think it was anybody else. So... Why don't you let me see that phone of yours?"

"Well, well, well," Faith chuckled. "Somebody's a naughty little girl, aren't they?"

"It's not true!" Chloe blushed. "I told you!"

"I don't know," Faith shook her head. "This report card you made looks just like the one hanging on the fridge - and don't worry, I went ahead and sent myself a copy of that picture - and there's definitely some money missing from your mom's purse..."

"Faith!" Chloe huffed. "I told you, the one on the fridge is real!"

"So you say," Faith shrugged. "One of them is definitely real... And why would you bother to fake a bad one?"

Chloe groaned. "I already told you..." There had really been no getting around it, no way to explain it other than to tell the truth.

"Are you going to tell our parents that, too?" Faith demanded. "Are you going to let them know you've been leading on some weird, old perv you met online by promising him he can spank you when you finally meet?"

Chloe nibbled her bottom lip, shaking her head; that definitely wasn't a conversation she wanted to have.

"Well, then, Chloe," Faith continued, "I can either show our parents that report card, and let the make up their minds about which is real, or I can tell your 'Daddy' here that you're just a boring little brainiac that likes to pretend she's a bad girl, and you've been lying to him the whole time..."

"No!" Chloe whimpered, not wanting either of those.

"...Or, we can come to a little arrangement of our own," Faith grinned. "I've wanted a sibling for so long, and I thought you'd be such a great big sister, but you're not really interested in that... And now, I see why. That's okay... I would have rather had a younger sister, anyway. Your Daddy is right, you definitely need a nice, firm hand to help show you how to be a proper young lady. We have some different views on how best to do that, though..."

Faith dragged Chloe by the hand out to her car, making her sit in the back seat and sulk, not knowing what she had in mind, what was happening. Even after they arrived at the store, Chloe was confused, and, when Faith stopped at what seemed to be her destination, a smug look on her face, Chloe still didn't know what to say except, "Huh? I don't get it."

"Oh, of course you don't," Faith said in a saccharine, sing-songy voice. "I don't know why I thought you would! You flunked right out of first grade, didn't you?"

"No!" Chloe blushed, looking around the aisle anxiously, hoping nobody overheard.

"Yes, you did," Faith ignored her. "Poor, dumb baby... I can see why you wouldn't understand that little girls who wet their pants need to wear diapers. Just trust me, though, they do. Which means... You do, don't you?"

"Faith!" Chloe hissed, her cheeks burning brighter and brighter as the mocking continued. "I-I don't..."

But she'd told Mark she had, after a party she'd supposedly gone to. She'd seen one of her hallmates stumbling towards her room, an obvious wet spot on her pants, and she'd thought it would be funny to pretend that had happened to her. What better way to prove she was an immature little girl who needed a Daddy to look after her? She'd debated doing it again, after other 'parties', though she'd always been too embarrassed to go through with it, especially when Mark had suggested she might be small enough to fit into Goodnites, that maybe, if she was going to drink, she ought to wear those.

And now, here she was, standing in the diaper aisle, staring straight at the packages of Goodnites. She might have worn them for Mark, if he'd wanted, perhaps after throwing a little tantrum and getting herself a spanking... But he wasn't there. It was Faith standing there beside her, making her do this, and that made it even more mortifying.

"No way," she shook her head. "Come on, Faith, this isn't funny!"

To her surprise, her step-sister nodded. "You're right... You're a big girl, aren't you? Those definitely aren't going to be enough for you... You need lots and lots of padding, to make sure you don't have any leaks. Let's see what else they have."

"Faith, no!" Chloe stomped her foot helplessly as she was pulled further down the aisle, towards the actual diapers, so much bigger, and thicker, and more babyish than some bedwetter pants... The ones Faith latched on to were so infantile, they had a pattern of baby blocks all over them, ensuring there was no mistaking what they were for anyone who happened to catch a peek.

And it would be hard for anyone not to, once Faith had brought Chloe back home, taping her into one and dressing her up in a tiny skirt that came nowhere close to hiding their bulk. "You are so precious!" she gushed. "We just have to take some pictures!"

"No, Faith!" Chloe tried to put her foot down. "W-We can do this if you want, but no pictures!" If there were pictures, Faith got even more control over her, even more ammunition to use to make her do anything she wanted.

Unfortunately, she already had plenty. "No?" she raised her eyebrow. "So, you want me to send this picture of your report card to your mom, and tell her to count her money? And let your Daddy know who you really are, so you can't go running to him? That's what I thought... Come on, up onto your bed, cutie, I think we can get some great shots of you on there... Hmm, I feel like there's something missing... Oh, I know! Go ahead and wet yourself, Chloe. I'm not letting you into the bathroom anyway, and I bet it'll make your diapers look even better."

It was mortifying, feeling her padding warm up between her legs, knowing she truly was peeing her pants, the way she'd claimed she had a long time ago, hearing the click of Faith's camera as she documented it all... But it was nothing compared to what happened next, after Faith guided her through a few poses, ending with her up on all fours.

"Now, go on," she urged. "Give a little push... Show everyone how much of a baby you really are. Come on, Chloe... I want to get you all cleaned up and changed before our parents get home, but if you want to be a brat about it, you can stay like this for the rest of the day, I guess."

"Faith!" Chloe gasped. She wouldn't really make her face their parents like this, her soggy diaper drooping well below the hem of her skirt, would she? She'd lose some of her leverage then... But nowhere near all of it. There was still plenty she could use to make Chloe do anything she wanted. Chloe couldn't believe she'd been so stupid, that she'd have put herself in a position where one mis-sent text could land her here... Yet, here she was, all of her good grades doing nothing to help her find a way out of filling her diaper in front of her step-sister.