Published: September 10th 2021, 2:01:02 pm
"Now, then, Vickie," Sawyer told her, "I think, to thank us all for making you breakfast, and being so nice as to give you yet another chance, I think you ought to do the dishes for us."
"It's only fair," Taylor chipped in. "She needs to do some chores now and then... We do so much for her."
The two giggled to one another; Victoria didn't particularly want to have to clean up, but she wasn't going to argue. That would end with a spanking, probably, or at the very least the return of the paci-gag, and she didn't want either. "O-Okay," she nodded. "I-I'd be happy to help."
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Wow, so well-behaved... I wish I'd known about this years ago!" She gave Vickie's diaper a light slap. "It would have been nice to have her help me clean up after sleepovers, but she was always too good for that."
"That was the old Vickie," Sawyer said. "New Vickie isn't too good for anything... Are you, baby?"
Vickie blushed, not liking the look on Sawyer's face, unsure of what the full implications of her words were, though that didn't stop her from shaking her head, albeit after a moment or two of hesitation. "N-No, ma'am..."
"Go on, then," Sawyer waved her off. "Go get it taken care of. We'll be in the living room when you're done."
Vickie watched them go, then turned to the table, listlessly gathering up her bowls, and the plates the other girls had gotten to eat off of, having real food instead of the gross oatmeal she'd been force-fed, stacking them all up as well she could and carrying them to the kitchen. Her equilibrium was off from the bulk of the diaper, one wrong step nearly making her fall, the precarious stack shuddering for one awful second... Thankfully, she was able to keep it under control, stop them from tumbling to the floor and shattering.
That might have been satisfying; she doubted the girls would believe that it wasn't intentional, however, so she'd probably get an even bigger punishment than refusing to wash up in the first place. And it wouldn't accomplish anything... As much as she'd hated the oatmeal, it was all in her tummy now, and no amount of smashed dishes would fix that. The only thing she wanted to destroy was the tube that went into her paci-gag, and a simple fall wasn't going to do the trick.
Her stomach churned as soon as she stepped into the kitchen and saw the mess her babysitters had left behind. She wouldn't have thought it would be that bad, since oatmeal took, at most, one pot, but she'd forgotten that everything the girls had eaten had to be cooked as well, and, seemingly, they'd used a separate pan for everything. It hardly felt fair that she'd have to clean all of that, when she hadn't gotten to enjoy any of it... What part of all this was fair, though?
She sighed, plugging up the sink and starting the water, squirting a bit of soap inside and letting it fill as she went to fetch the glasses from the table, not having trusting herself to carry those and the dishes at the same time - and for good reason, apparently. By the time she had them all, and had waddled back, there was no more putting it off, and she reluctantly picked up the washcloth and began to work.
This really seemed, to her, like the sort of thing babysitters ought to do... That should be the one benefit of having to have them for the summer, being able to pawn off the household chores on them. Considering how everything else had gone for her this summer, however, it wasn't much of a surprise that they'd found a way to keep her from enjoying even that.
Not that she hadn't used chores as punishments when she was a babysitter... Especially when her charges were a little older. She wasn't typically expected to do that much, but if her clients suggested they wouldn't mind if she found the time to vacuum a bit, or clean up after she made supper, she wasn't against passing those off if the kids gave her an excuse. She had to be careful with the dishes, since a clumsy kid could wind up breaking something, or cutting themselves if there were any knives to be washed, though, when she found someone capable of doing them well, she'd almost always find something they needed to be punished for before their bedtime.
And now here she was, in the opposite position yet again. This wasn't as bad as most of the other things she'd done - and were now being visited upon her in return - but it was another reminder of how thoroughly the tables had turned. She was standing there in her yellow t-shirt and damp diaper doing the dishes, scrubbing greasy pans and a pot that the oatmeal had crusted onto, like a naughty little girl...
She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, blushing at the warmth she could feel growing between her legs at that thought, as it resurrected images from her nightmare in her mind, of Sawyer in that robe, ordering her into the kitchen to do the dishes... Unable to help herself, she ran her hand over the dishtowel, then slid it between her legs, rubbing...
"Come on," she whimpered. She'd blamed the restrictive sleeping bag for not being able to get any relief last night, but the thick diaper wasn't doing her any favors, either, forcing her to really work to be able to feel anything through it. "I-I just want..."
"What do you want?"
She gasped, stopping in mid-stroke, biting down hard on her bottom lip at the sound of Sawyer's voice, as if thinking about the version of her from her dream had summoned her there. Had she seen? Did she know what Vickie had been doing?! Vickie was facing the sink, so maybe she hadn't been able to tell... Maybe she thought Vickie was just struggling with one particularly stubborn dish...
"Th-The pot," Vickie reluctantly pulled her hand away from her diaper, up into the warm, soapy water to grab the oatmeal pot. "Th-The stuff is really stuck on there..."
When she turned to face Sawyer with it, however, she could see how futile her attempt had been. Sawyer was standing there, hands on her hips, eyebrow arched. "Do you think I'm going to buy that?" she asked.
Vickie fidgeted, shrinking back. "M-Maybe?" she chuckled nervously.
"What a dirty, dirty girl you are," Sawyer scolded her, marching over, yanking the pot out of her hands and sticking it back into the water, then grabbing her by the wrist. "There's only one way to deal with you..."
"N-No!" Vickie shook her head, positive, as she was dragged out of the kitchen, that she was about to get a spanking... Though, she had to admit, it was strange that Sawyer wasn't taking her to the living room, where the other girls could witness it, or join in. Instead, Sawyer pulled her to her bedroom, pushing her onto her bed where the vibrator was waiting.
"Did you ever hear about those parents who catch their kids with cigarettes, and then make them smoke the whole carton?" Sawyer grinned.
Vickie wriggled in place, cheeks burning. "O-On TV," she said. "I-I don't think that works in real life..."
"Well, why don't we find out?" Sawyer asked, leaning over and picking up the vibrator, switching it on, pressing it to Vickie's diaper. Vickie gasped, unable to help herself, to keep her hips from moving hungrily towards the buzzing, despite how mortifying it was, having this happen while she was in diapers, having Sawyer be the one doing it... Everything about it was humiliating, yet, after her long, frustrating night, it was still a huge relief.
"You disgusting little diaper slut," Sawyer mocked. "You like this, don't you?"
"N-No," Vickie moaning, shaking her head, her body betraying her as it pressed harder against the humming head of the vibrator. As desperate as she'd been, she thought it would only take a minute or two, but it wasn't happening... She could feel the vibrations, could tell she was right on the edge... She couldn't go over it, however, no matter how hard she tried, how much she wanted it.
"What's wrong?" Sawyer smirked down at her.
Vickie groaned, the pleasure almost turning to torture without a release, with no discernible way to go that last little bit... Sawyer wasn't letting up, though, wasn't moving the vibrator away, just pressing it deeper into the puffy folds of the diaper.
"I bet I know," Sawyer continued after a moment. "I bet you want to be a princess potty pants, don't you? You want to fill your diapers up... Wouldn't that feel nice?"
"N-No!" Vickie shook her head, wrinkling her nose, denying all of it. She didn't want that, not at all... She didn't want to have to mess her diaper ever again, if she could help it. And yet...
"Come on, Vickie," Sawyer teased. "You're in diapers... We won't get mad. This is the one time you can poop your pants without any consequences. Don't you want to do that?" Vickie shook her head, blushing. "Yes, you do," Sawyer disagreed. "Ask me. Beg me."
Vickie wasn't sure why she did it, except that nothing else was working. There was no way Sawyer was right, but... She had to do something. She had to finish up, or this was going to drive her crazy! "P-Please," she whimpered. "P-Please let me m-mess my diaper."
"No, that's not it," Sawyer told her. "You know what to say."
Vickie threw her head back with a moan. "F-Fine! P-Please, let me be a princes p-potty pants! Let me poop my Pampers!"
"So loud," Sawyer giggled. "I bet the whole neighborhood heard that." She watched Vickie blush at that thought for a few long moments, then nodded. "All right, go ahead, if you want it so bad."
"I-I don't," Vickie replied quietly, though, of course, anyone that had overheard that outburst would have naturally thought differently. After the big mess she'd made last night, she didn't think she could go again... But all that oatmeal, and the milk that had followed it up had another opinion. One little push, and she felt a slimy, mushy steak appearing in her padded pants, a fresh accident that was immediately squished around her bottom by the vibrator, making it all the more humiliating.
"Look at you," Sawyer mocked. "What a little princess potty pants you are."
Instantly, Vickie gasped, her back arching as a wave of pleasure washed over her, no doubt amplified by how long she'd gone without an orgasm, yet still, to her horror, so much better than any other she could recall having... How could doing it like this, in a messy diaper, at the hands of her former babysitting charge, be so good, miles ahead of anything any of her boyfriends had ever done to her?
Yet here she was, lying on her bed, panting, overwhelmed... Not least of all because Sawyer didn't turn the vibrator off. "Isn't that better?" Sawyer asked, and Vickie couldn't hide it, couldn't lie, nodding her head... And feeling her body begin to respond again. "Ready for more already?" Sawyer smirked. Vickie hated that the answer was yes... Was Sawyer right? Was she some kind of diaper slut? "We'll see how long that lasts," Sawyer grinned sadistically. "Hold this."
She pressed the vibrator harder against Vickie's diaper, until Vickie took ahold of the device with both hands. "Don't even think about moving, or turning that off," she warned. To Vickie's shame, she didn't, although she knew she ought to. She was content to keep it there, let it continue buzzing away against her dirty diaper, until Sawyer returned with a roll of tape.
"I told you," Sawyer said, "you're smoking the whole carton. I'm sure those batteries will last longer than you." She took the vibrator out of Vickie's hands, positioning it just right, then began wrapping the tape around it and Vickie's thigh, holding it in place.
"W-Wait," Vickie shook her head, sweat starting to drip down her forehead. "Y-You can't..."
"Clearly, I can," Sawyer shrugged, pulling her to her feet. Vickie's knees were weak as she stumbled forward, led by the hand back to the kitchen. "When you're done here, you can come to the living room, and if you have anything you'd like to ask us... Well, maybe we'll be able to accommodate you."
The constant rubbing was almost enough to keep Vickie from thinking straight, from knowing what Sawyer was implying. In fact, it wasn't until Sawyer had left the room that it hit her, that she realized she wanted Vickie to make the same request that had let her finally cum last time... And her churning tummy ensured that she'd be able to follow through if they did give her permission.
She really didn't want to have to do that, of course, but it wasn't long before she was positive that was the only way. She didn't know how, or why - it had, obviously, never been the case before - yet, as long as she stayed there, doing her best to ignore the distraction in her nethers, finishing up the dishes, there was no release... She just remained right on the edge, growing more and more desperate...
Had Tyler done this to her? As she stood in front of the sink, biting down hard on her bottom lip, she found she couldn't exactly rule that out. She had no real idea what all the video Tyler had shown her had been able to do... She whimpered, hoping that, somehow, this was just a coincidence, that it was happening so soon after the woman's visit... And that it was only temporary.
She had to wait much longer this time, terrified that Sawyer would go to the kitchen and inspect all of the dishes and make her do them again if she found so much as a smudge on one of the glasses - and slowed significantly by how incredibly horny she was, with no way to do anything about it - so, when she was finally done, she would have done pretty much anything.
"Pl-Please!" she dropped to her knees on the living room floor, clasping her hands together. "Pl-Please, let me by a princess potty pants!"
"Wow," Taylor chuckled. "She really wants to use her diapers, huh?"
"Quite the change of tune," Sawyer said nonchalantly, as if she had nothing to do with this. "I don't know... What do you think, Kelly?"
Breathing hard, Vickie turned to her former friend. She'd helped her out - sort of - before, surely she'd see how much she was suffering and do it again... Wouldn't she?
"Oh, I don't know," Kelly shrugged. "Shouldn't we be teaching her not to use her diapers? I think for even asking that, she ought to go to the corner."
"N-No!" Vickie wailed. "K-Kelly, please!"
"Such a good point," Sawyer nodded. "Do you not remember, Vickie? You're trying to stay out of diapers, not start using them for everything... Go on, then, go stand in the corner."
Vickie shuffled to the corner, sniffling. Dimly, she could hear the other three girls laughing and talking, but it was hard to concentrate on anything except the vibrator. When she felt a pain in her stomach, she, without thinking, let go, another squirt of mush pushing into her diaper, hoping that would be enough, that she didn't need them to give her permission...
It wasn't. Not only that, but as much as she'd thought they wouldn't notice, or hear over the sound of buzzing, moments afterwards there was a hard swat on the lumpy seat of her diaper. "What happened here?" Sawyer asked. "Another accident? Already?"
"I-I can't drink milk," Vickie whimpered.
"That's funny," Sawyer replied. "Because you definitely did. So I guess you can, can't you?"
Vickie groaned. "Th-That's not..." She stopped, shaking her head. "Pl-Please, Sawyer... I-I can't take this anymore..."
"I bet you can," Sawyer winked, walking away with one more pat to her dirty diaper.
Vickie had no real concept of how long she was stuck like that. To her, it felt like hours, though she doubted that was actually the case. All she knew was that, finally, she heard Sawyer say, "Looks like her parents are almost home. Guess we better get her cleaned up," before the girl walked up to her, switching off the vibrator and leading her back to her room.
The sudden halt to the stimulation did help, somewhat, with Vickie being able to think straight again, but did nothing to sate her desire to have another orgasm to finish off that epic teasing session she'd just been through. Even the contact with the baby wipes Taylor used on her might have been enough to push her over the edge... If she could have gotten there at all.
"Pl-Please, no," she shook her head weakly, seeing a new diaper produced to replace the old one.
"You said you wanted to wear these today," Sawyer reminded her. "So this is what you're wearing."
They put her in a dress that hid the padding as well as any of her clothes could, but it was still a struggle to keep herself from constantly rubbing it, or rubbing it on things, as she sat and waited for her parents to come home. "Kelly!" her mother said when she came in, before she even greeted her daughter. "How nice to see you! It's been so long!"
"It has," Kelly agreed. "Nice to see you, too, but I'd better get going."
"All right," Vickie's mother nodded. "Come over anytime, though! As for you girls..." She turned to the babysitters, and, for a brief moment, Vickie wondered if, somehow, she knew about what had happened while she was gone, and was about to fire them. "Could you stick around a little longer? We could use the help getting her things unpacked."
"Of course," Sawyer grinned. "Come on, Vickie, you should help, too."
She yanked Vickie up off the couch, forcing her to go outside in her dress and diaper, all of them unloading her car, finally back from college, and her parents'. It was so nice to see all of her normal clothes again, after being stuck with she still fit into from her childhood wardrobe, though she couldn't help noticing there was something missing...
"Umm... Mom?" she asked, when it looked like they had finished bringing everything in. "Where's my computer? And my phone, and...?"
"Your father and I talked about it," her mother said, "and we don't think you deserve to have those back yet. Your car, either. That's part of why we wanted you girls to stay... We'd love to have you hang onto some things for us. You spend so much time with Vickie, we thought you'd be the better judges of when she was ready for them. And, of course, if you want to use them in the meantime, you're more than welcome."
"What?!" Vickie squealed. "Mom, you can't let them use my car! It's mine!"
"And we paid for it," her father reminded her. "They've proven that they're more responsible than you are, young lady, and if they're going to be looking after you, it's only fair they be able to drive your car if they need to run errands for you."
"That's not fair," Vickie whined, but it was still an improvement over what Sawyer told her in her bedroom before she and Taylor excused themselves back to their own homes.
"You know what else your mother let us decide when you're ready for?" she asked, Vickie shaking her head. "All of your panties. So I wouldn't count on seeing them again anytime soon, baby... I'll leave it up to you to decide if you wear diapers or your trainers tomorrow, but just know, if Taylor and I find any wet spots in your training panties when we come back on Monday..."
She didn't have to finish the thought. Vickie swallowed, nodded, fidgeting in her diaper, blushing slightly as the padding brushed against her privates, that slight contact enough to turn her on again... Not that she'd even completely cooled off yet.
"I'll be nice, though," Sawyer winked. "I won't take this." She opened up the bottom drawer of Vickie's nightstand, where they'd stashed the vibrator so Vickie's parents wouldn't see it. "You can have fun with it all you want... And if you really want to call me up and ask me anything, feel free."
Vickie's eyes widened, and, for a second, she thought Sawyer was going to take pity on her, let her get off privately, although quietly begging Sawyer to let her be a princess potty pants over the phone when her parents were in the other room would be embarrassing enough. And then, Sawyer reached into her purse and pulled out Vickie's cell phone. "Oh, wait," she smirked. "I have this, don't I? And I definitely don't think you've earned the right to get it back yet... So you don't have any way to get ahold of me, or anyone else, do you?"
Vickie shook her head, waiting to see what Sawyer was going to make her do to get the phone, willing, at this point, to put herself through almost anything... "Too bad," Sawyer shrugged, dropping the phone back into her purse. "We'll see how you do Monday... Maybe you can get it back then... But I doubt it."