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A Firm Hand - Part 2

Published: July 8th 2021, 2:00:05 pm

Pictures property of  Wetting Her Panties and UKDiaperGirls/Chloe's Toy Box.

Chloe stared down at her plate intently, focusing very hard on her food as she squirmed on her chair, not feeling up to looking at anyone else at the table after what had happened that afternoon. She couldn't face her mother, knowing that Faith had ammunition, however fake, that would ruin the woman's trust in her; she couldn't face her step-father, because he made her think of Mark, and how she was having to deal with the consequences of lying to him for so long, making up stories about another, naughtier version of herself.

She really couldn't face Faith, not after the girl had made her buy diapers, and then... Chloe blushed, stabbing a piece of broccoli extra hard, recalling what else had happened, how it had felt to grunt and push and poop her pants.

"Oh, my God!" Faith had giggled from behind her phone. "I can't believe you're actually doing it!"

"Y-You... Y-You told me to do it!" Chloe had whined, in between groans. She'd tried to stop it, after hearing that, but she was too far gone... And what difference did it really make at that point? Her diaper was already plenty messy... All she was doing was making herself feel even more helpless and pathetic, seeing that she was at her body's mercy.

Faith had smirked. "And you just do whatever anyone tells you? It really is a good thing you have your big sister here to help you out, or who knows how you'd end up!"

Of course, Faith didn't mention that the only reason Chloe was going along with this was that she was being blackmailed... It had seemed pointless, especially when she was in the middle of giving the girl more blackmail material. Chloe didn't want her mom to think that she had stolen from her, or that she'd almost flunked out of college, and she didn't want Mark to know how lame and decidedly un-naughty she was, but she didn't want anyone, ever, to see what she'd just done.

It presented quite a conundrum... She was willing to do just about anything to prevent that, yet, by doing so, she was providing Faith with even more material she could use to humiliate her. Faith made her crawl around, diaper drooping, squelching between her legs as she moved, eventually leading her to the bathroom, although, for that journey, she was glad to be on her hands and knees, since there was a nice, big window in the hallway that would have given anyone outside a perfect view of her if she was standing.

She had felt such a huge wave of relief, seeing Faith put the plug into the bathtub and start filling it with water, squirting in a bit of bubble bath. Faith was finished, and now she'd be able to clean herself up, get out of this filthy diaper... 

"Go ahead," Faith had given the closed toilet lid a pat. "Have a seat and wait for the tub."

Immediately, Chloe's eyes had widened. "A-A seat?" 

Faith had rolled her eyes. "Yes, a seat... Do you not know what that is? I thought you were supposed to be smart." She perched herself on the edge of the toilet lid for a moment. "See? Now you do that."

Chloe had squirmed, feeling the load in her pants shift. "I-I'm okay down here..."

"Right now," Faith had snapped. "Or I drain this tub, and you stay like that until tomorrow morning." 

Reluctantly, Chloe had obeyed, nose wrinkled as she felt herself sink into the mush, reminding her anew of what she'd done, what her step-sister had made her do, the fact that she was on a toilet making it so much more embarrassing. And then, the phone had come back out. "What's going on, Chloe? Why are you getting a bath?"

Defeated, Chloe hadn't even fought it. "B-Because I need a diaper change," she confessed.

"Oh? What's wrong with your diaper, Chloe?" 

Chloe had wiggled, the answer incredibly obvious to her. "I-It's dirty..."

"And how did that happen?"

There was no need for Faith to make her say it... She had the footage of it happening. Of course, the words themselves were pretty mortifying, and she suspected making her say them was just another way for Faith to assert her dominance. "I-I messed my diaper," she'd mumbled.

"No!" Faith had pretended to be shocked. "Not you! Let me see, sweetie." Chloe had to get back up from the toilet, turn around, showing off the lumpy seat of her diaper, posing some more until the bath was ready. By the time that happened, she'd barely had it in her to try to fight when Faith insisted on cleaning up her mess, then giving her the bath, herself.

And now, here she was, trying to act like everything was normal, that she hadn't done all that, no matter how much her room smelled like baby powder now, and that she knew there was a nearly full package of diapers in her closet.

"You know, dear," her mother spoke up, "I was thinking... I saw your grades on the fridge again, and I thought it might be nice if you gave your sister some studying tips while you're home. She's been having a little trouble..."

Chloe wasn't sure what to say to that, how to respond... Faith, on the other hand, began to giggle at the mention of Chloe's grades, which, in turn, made Chloe blush harder.

"It isn't funny," Faith's dad said gruffly. "You really ought to try to be more like your sister, Faith."

Chloe peered up from her plate, accidentally catching the eye of Faith. Right away, she knew that those words had sealed her fate, had guaranteed that this was far from over between them.

To her surprise, despite how hurt and angry Faith had appeared at being compared unfavorably to her, the girl had left her alone the next morning, not bothering her, or saying much of anything to her at all when they accidentally ran into each other in the kitchen, fetching breakfast for themselves. Chloe had almost made a break for it, abandoning the half-cooked toast she was working on, but Faith had given her a half-hearted, "Morning," grabbed a package of Pop Tarts from the box and, seeing that the toaster was occupied, took it with her cold.

Was she having second thoughts? Did she feel bad for what she'd done to Chloe? Chloe was too scared to ask, so she let Faith be, eating her toast and texting with Mark, happy to let things go back to normal.

Except, of course, that wasn't what was going to happen, as she discovered when she headed to the bathroom to pee. Faith peeked her head out of her door when she heard Chloe's footsteps in the hall, then, seeing where she was going, slipped out. Chloe's pulse quickened, and her pace did the same, even as she hoped she was wrong, and Faith was just going to the bathroom as well.

She never really had any hope of beating Faith to the door; her step-sister's room was much closer. Faith walked past it, barring Chloe's path to it, easily blocking her every attempt to bypass her. "Come on, Faith," she sighed. "This isn't funny."

"No," Faith agreed. "It isn't. I'm starting to think you might have a serious problem, Chloe... Wetting your pants two days in a row! I have a feeling you did it more than just that one time at school, didn't you?"

Chloe frowned, looking down at her pants, confused for a moment. "I didn't..." 

"But you will," Faith informed her. "Because you aren't getting into this bathroom unless you need a change."

Chloe stomped her foot in frustration, having let her hopes get up a little too high. She was older than Faith, and smarter, so she should be able to find a way to reason with her, but, so long as Faith had all that blackmail material, Chloe was drawing a blank as to how she'd do that. She was bigger than Faith, though not by much, and Faith was more into sports than studying, so there was a very good chance she was stronger anyway, so Chloe didn't like her chances of physically moving the girl out of her way.

"Fine," Chloe rolled her eyes, seeing the writing on the wall. "I'll go get in a diaper, and..."

"No," Faith shook her head. "I didn't say you wet your diaper... You wet your pants."

"Faith!" Chloe gasped, half turning, looking at the window behind her. "Come on, you can't... Not here!"

Faith held up her phone, pretending to look through it. "It is such a hard decision," she mused. "Do I send these videos to your mom first, or my dad, or to your boyfriend, or...?"

"Ugh!" Chloe huffed. "You are such a little brat, you know that?!" 

"Aww," Faith sneered. "Maybe I'm more like you than our parents think, then. Now, go on, Chloe... Pee your pants for me."

It was so much worse than doing it in a diaper, to Chloe's surprise. At least there, it had been contained, the warm wetness spreading through the padding, but going no further... Here, she could feel it soaking through her panties in an instant, cascading down her legs, pooling around her feet... Not to mention the fact that the diaper was made for this. It was only natural she'd do that in them... Now, she was dressed normally, like the adult she was, which made what she was doing all the more humiliating.

"Again?" Faith clicked her tongue disapprovingly, as if any of this would have happened without her guidance. "I think we'd better get you back in a diaper."

"Fine!" Chloe didn't want to be in one, but at least it would give her a reason to get out of the hall, away from the window.

Faith chuckled when her sister started to move towards her bedroom door. "Where are you going? I'll get it... I don't want you dripping all over the place. Go ahead and get undressed... I'll change you here, and then you can clean up your mess."

"Faith!" Chloe's eyes widened. "I-I can't take my pants off here! What if somebody sees?!"

Faith nodded, as if she hadn't thought of that. "You are so right... Here we go." She shoved Chloe back, closer to the window. "There we go! Now they'll definitely see your wet undies if they look in! Be sure to give them a nice, polite wave, like a good little girl!"

Luckily, in the few minutes - far longer than it should have taken, leaving Chloe to wonder if Faith was stalling on purpose, or snooping through her things - it took for Faith to return, Chloe didn't see anybody through the window. She thought she'd be safe, although, as close as they were to the window, there was still a chance somebody could catch a glimpse, but to her surprise, Faith didn't make things that easy for her. 

"Let's get you all cleaned up," she declared, wiping Chloe off, keeping her standing, turning her around and taking her time as if the other girl wasn't standing half-naked in front of a window. "Now, I think we'd better get you back in diapers, where you clearly belong."

"Okay, fine, whatever," Chloe squirmed, happy at the thought of sitting down and letting that happen. 

Instead, Faith threaded the diaper between Chloe's legs, ordering her to, "Hold this here," giving the back of the garment a shake. 

"Faith!" Chloe squealed. Was she seriously going to diaper her like this?! 

"The longer you whine," Faith pointed out, "the longer you stay here. It's up to you."

Chloe groaned, but grabbed the rear of the diaper, holding it up. "Tighter," Faith instructed, making Chloe pull it up higher, adjusting it until she was satisfied and put the first tape in place, repeating the process on the other side, Chloe's padded posterior on display the entire time. "That's better!" Faith gave Chloe's seat a swat. "Now, you can clean up your puddle."

Chloe hoped that, after that, Faith had gotten it out of her system, and she'd leave her alone. She kept her diapered the rest of the day, of course, sitting on the floor of the living room in her diapers and watching baby shows, but after her last change, before their parents got home from work, Chloe thought that would be it.

After how she'd spent her day, she didn't feel up to watching a movie with the rest of her family, even after Faith cheekily offered to sit on the floor so Chloe could have her usual spot on the sofa, as if there wouldn't be room for both of them there. She went back to her room, coming out only to get some water and say goodnight before going to brush her teeth.

When she returned to her room, Faith was waiting, a diaper open on the bed. "Come on, Chloe," she grinned. "With all these daytime accidents you're having, I'm not sure I can trust you to stay dry all night."

"Faith!" Chloe hissed, staring at the door, as if their parents were right outside, not all the way in the living room. "Not now!"

"Yes, now," Faith glared at her. "Whenever I want, and I want you to spend the night in diapers."

Hearing her say the word with their parents in the house, no matter how far away they were, sent a shiver down Chloe's spine. If they argued about it, she had no doubt Faith would do it again, and she had no reason - other than perhaps losing her plaything - to avoid the word, or to stay quiet... With a sigh, Chloe climbed onto her bed, and let it happen.

It took quite a while, the first time, getting used to the feeling of her diaper beneath her PJs, but, as Faith repeated the act night after night, she started to grow more accustomed to it. And Faith was making her wear them during the day, too, treating her like the little sister she'd claimed to want, with a few extra humiliations now and then. Chloe was beginning to resign herself to her fate when the inevitable happened, and they ran out of diapers.

She didn't dare suggest that should be the end of it, knew that wasn't likely, but when they returned to the store and the baby block diapers were gone, she did feel a glimmer of hope. The other brands were much more boring and medical-looking, not giving off the same toddler vibes as what she'd been wearing. They were still diapers, of course, although maybe not as fun for Faith as the old kind.

Maybe that was why Faith decided they needed something else to spice things up. "Get your shoes on," she told Chloe the next morning. "We're going for a walk."

Chloe knew better than to ask if she could take the diaper off - that was, no doubt, the entire reason they were doing this. It was slightly cool, for a summer morning, but definitely far too warm for the oversized hoodie and coat she put on along with the shoes, to help hide the bulge of her diaper. To her surprise, Faith didn't question it, just let her keep them on as they walked down the sidewalk, to the park.

It wasn't until they arrived at their destination that Faith asked, "So, how's your diaper doing?" 

Chloe blushed, still not used to Faith talking about them like that when they weren't alone in the house - or, really, even then, completely. "Fine," she replied quietly.

"Hmm... I'm not sure I can trust you. And I can't see through all those clothes... Come on, diaper check time!" Chloe didn't see anybody else around, though she was still less than eager to show off her diaper. "Do you think your mom would rather see you mess a diaper, or pee your pants first?" she mused when Chloe hesitated.

That got Chloe moving, pushing her hoodie aside, pulling up her diaper, letting her pants slide down over them slightly, revealing perhaps a bit more than she intended. "Good girl," Faith praised. "That does look okay for now... But why don't you take off that hoodie? It's a nice day out, isn't it?" 

Chloe knew it wasn't a suggestion, and it was starting to get warm. The tank top she was wearing underneath was short, and made her have to constantly tug at her pants to ensure the waistband of her diaper wasn't showing, but at least she still had her coat to cover it all up in the back.

Or so she thought. She was used to Faith not letting her use the bathroom during the day, so she didn't even think to ask about it when her bladder felt full, doubting that being outside would change her stance. Faith was used to it, too, however, and knew right away what she was up to as she wriggled on the bench they were sitting on.

"Chloe," she cooed. "Did something happen? I think you need another check." Chloe tugged the waistband up, blushing as the soggy padding at her crotch was pulled tighter around her as a result. "No, that's not good enough... Pants down. I need to see how bad it is."

"Here?" Chloe squeaked, as if she really needed to ask. Nervously, she slid her pants down, staying on the bench to try to minimize how visible she was, revealing her diaper while Faith got up from the bench.

"Say cheese!" she teased, snapping a picture. "Wow, that does look wet... Why don't we get you home, and into a dry one? And, Chloe... I think you'd better take that coat off. I don't want you getting overheated on the walk back."

More likely, she wanted to watch Chloe squirm whenever they passed anyone, her diaper a pants-slip away from being exposed. But, considering everything Faith had on her, Chloe knew there wasn't much she could do about it.