Published: October 14th 2022, 12:00:07 pm
There was definitely a part of Holly that wanted to go out, to try out a restaurant that didn't have children's meals, or at least that wouldn't hand her a pack of crayons at her Mommy's insistence to keep her occupied while she waited for her meal. A club would have been cool, too, though it was even harder to imagine how many of the ones she'd liked before all this would still be open, or be the same as she remembered them anyway, after so much time.
In the end, however, her accident had spooked her too much to risk that. She could wear a Pull-Up while she was out and about, but even so, she wasn't sure she was quite ready to be out and about like that, with nobody there to spot her, tell her when she was starting to get squirmy... Especially at the club, when she was distracted by the loud music and the dancing...
She could have fun in her room, she decided. She could hang out here for a day or two, get used to using the bathroom again, and then she'd be more prepared for going out in public. And this gave her a good excuse to get some room service... She never did that as a grown-up the first time around, outside of one business trip she'd taken, where she could charge it to her company credit card; Mommy definitely wouldn't do that, certainly not for Holly. She always had spare baby food on hand, just in case.
The menu was folded up neatly in the desk drawer, and she spent a while flipping through it, legs swinging, mouth watering at all of the possibilities. Was it pricier than a restaurant would have been, probably? She couldn't really say when she hadn't had to worry about prices in so long, having Mommy constantly around to handle that, although it did seem that way. She'd promised not to go too crazy with Elizabeth's cards, but... Eating was a necessity, and she deserved at least one nice meal, didn't she?
She was looking at the nice - or, to put it another way, expensive - part of the menu, too, staying far away from anything Mommy might have let her have as a treat on the rare occasion she got anything more than baby food and oatmeal. No hot dogs, no chicken fingers, no macaroni and cheese... She wanted something a grown-up would eat.
The salmon did sound good, and there were some more mature preparations of chicken with names that sounded familiar. She knew she'd had most of them in the past, but which ones she'd liked, she couldn't recall with any certainty. As soon as she saw the steak, however, there was some part of her that knew that was what she was going to order.
She couldn't imagine this hotel's steak would be the best she was going to find - an actual restaurant would definitely do it better - yet it sounded so adult to her that she couldn't help herself. Mommy loved to get that, to tease her with it, savoring each and every bite, while Holly sat in her high chair, spooning up bland mush... This would be the perfect way to prove that she wasn't a baby anymore!
As novel as it was for her to be in a normal hotel room, free of any baby accoutrements, it didn't take long for her to realize that there wasn't much to keep her entertained there. It was good to be somewhere she wasn't expected to be enthralled with a bunch of blocks, or a dollhouse, but at least those were something to do; as it was, she had a desk and dresser to open up and see if there was anything inside, other than a Bible - there wasn't - and a bathroom to explore, and nothing else, other than the TV.
She was apprehensive about that at first... She still did get to watch TV in her nursery, though, of course, only stuff meant for little kids. Any time she asked to see anything else, Mommy, or her babysitter, or whoever was with her, would tell her that it was too scary, and, perhaps there was a part of her that believed them, or worried that might be true. After so long being exposed only to the gentlest, sweetest content, moving on to something meant for adult might be a bit much, and she didn't want to risk any nightmares...
But not everything that was on would be like that, would it? She knew there had to be more innocuous stuff, too... Perhaps she was just scared that, in flipping through channels to find it, she'd see a flash of something that would creep into her dreams that night. There probably was a way to turn parental lock on for the TV, to keep those away... Then she'd be right back where she was at home, though! She didn't want kids' shows, she wanted something safe.
Finally, she did turn it on, out of boredom and morbid curiosity, sitting nervously on the edge of her bed, wriggling in her trainers. Like most things, it wasn't nearly as bad as Mommy had made it out to be, and she was safely able to flip through some cartoons, and news channels, and settle on a cooking show. "Mmm," she giggled to herself, mouth watering as she stared at the yummy looking stuff, happy to stick with that for now... And, if she was being honest, still a little nervous about what would happen if she went on to the next channel, or the next...
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock on her door, groaning as she felt the dryness of her Pull-Ups instantly end. She was definitely grateful she'd worn them now, not even wanting to think about how humiliating it would have been to pee her big girl panties like that, right before she scurried over to answer the door. It was hard to judge for sure, but she was pretty certain she'd gone more this time, so the wet spot would have been even worse, potentially extending to her bed...
A blush washed over her as she called out a stunned, "Give me a second!" towards the knocking. She'd been so distracted, she hadn't realized she needed to go... She had, apparently, been holding it, to some degree, since she hadn't dribbled any out unknowingly, but that was a small comfort when the first shock to her system had her instantly letting it all go. She poked at the sodden padding beneath her pants, judging that it wasn't soaked, anyway, that she was in no risk of a leak right away, although she couldn't say that she particularly relished the thought of letting anyone else see her this way nevertheless.
She didn't want her food to go away, however, so she tugged her shirt down and her pants up and opened up the door, pleased to see a tray of food waiting for her on a cart. "Oh, that smells so good," she wiggled in place.
"Well, I hope you enjoy it," the young man on the other side of the cart smiled. "Would you like me to bring it in?" She nodded, stepping aside so he could wheel the cart in, lifting up the tray and setting it on her desk. "Enjoy, ma'am."
'Ma'am'... How long had it been since anyone had called her that? She said the word quite often herself, but it felt so foreign now, being directed at her... A part of her almost assumed, automatically, that it was sarcastic, that he was making fun of her. Why would he do that, though? He didn't know anything about her, and, in Elizabeth's clothes, there was no reason for him to think she was anything other than a normal paying customer, one he probably wanted a tip from.
She'd never used to really like being called that; it made her feel old, especially hearing it from teenagers, people she'd like to have thought might still think she was kind of cool. Now, on the other hand, as soon as she convinced herself he might actually mean it, it was a huge ego boost, knowing that he recognized her as a grown-up, and not a baby in disguise.
"Hold on," she told him, picking up Elizabeth's purse and rifling through it to find her cash. What would be a good tip for room service? She wasn't sure she would have known that before becoming Nanny's baby, and she definitely didn't remember it now. Was it based off of what she'd paid for the meal, or was it just for the delivery? She hoped it wasn't the former... That was some kind of a percentage thing, and she recalled enough to know it was simple, yet nowhere near enough to be aware of how to calculate it. It had been years since she'd been expected to know any math beyond the most basics of addition and subtraction, and even then, if she got it wrong, that only gave her caretakers something more to giggle at her about.
In a panic, not wanting to seem too cheap, or too desperate, she grabbed a bill, almost at random, to hand to him, his reaction telling her nothing about how well she'd done, which was just as well, really, seeing as she wasn't positive how much she'd given him. "Thank you, ma'am," he nodded. "Enjoy your supper."
"I will!" she waved, immediately feeling silly as she caught herself doing so. Everyone always did that to her, when they left a visit with her in her nursery, and she was encouraged to do the same... Grown-ups didn't do that, normally, though, did they? She had to assume not when he wasn't quite able to hide a chuckle before raising his hand slightly to return the wave, then walking out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
She could have beaten herself up about the way that went, but, in reality, it could have gone far worse... And her tummy was already grumbling at her from the scent of her food. She sat down at her desk, taking the cover off of her tray, letting out a little squeal of delight. There had been a part of her, however small, that had been afraid that she'd open it up and find more baby food, that this was all a dream, or that Mommy, somehow, had found out and had told the hotel all about who she really was. It was exactly what she'd ordered, exactly what she'd wanted, with no sign that either of those were true.
She fumbled her knife and fork, the latter much thinner than the chunky plastic spoons she was used to, yet not totally unfamiliar. The former was closer to that... Mommy would never let her hold anything like that, anything that she could hurt herself on, nor would she let her eat anything that she might need to use it on in the first place.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she stared down at her steak, struggling to remember the right way to cut it up, not wanting to ruin it. She'd seen Mommy do it, of course, so it should have been fresh in her mind, but being on the other side was completely different. Everything Mommy did always seemed so easy, so graceful....
She poked at the meat with her fork, sawing lightly away at it with the knife. It took a moment or two for it to start coming back to her, for it to feel natural, and not strange and clumsy, having to use two utensils at the same time. It definitely wasn't as casual as Mommy could have done it, though it wasn't as bad as she'd feared, showing her that, no matter what Mommy might tell her, she was capable of feeding herself something more complex than baby food.
"Oh!" her toes curled as she tasted it, a wave of happiness and pleasure washing over her. It was far tougher than her usual mush, obviously, and more filling, but it was more than worth the trouble of chewing it as much as she had to, and she couldn't stop herself from eating more and more of it, her cuts growing more confident as she kept going, her jaw getting a little tired, yet more used to solid food again with every bite.
When she was finished, she was tempted to order another, to keep going, although she knew that was a bad idea. She would have eaten it, most likely... Her tummy was feeling very full already, however, and it wasn't until she'd plopped back down onto her bed that it hit her how heavy it had all been, in comparison to her normal supper.
She'd intended to stay up late for once, to find a safe movie or something and enjoy, with nobody to tell her when she had to go to bed. After stuffing her belly full, however, and then laying down for what should have only been a minute or two to let it settle, she didn't stand a chance... Not with it already verging on what her version of 'late' would have been, back home in her nursery.
Would she have remembered to put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, if she hadn't fallen asleep? The thought had crossed her mind, briefly, when she'd first arrived, but, with all of the excitement, it hadn't returned. Perhaps, while she'd been getting ready for bed, debating whether she wanted to put on a diaper or not, brushing her teeth, doing all of that, it would have struck her that she'd forgotten that one specific thing about staying in a hotel... Or, more likely, she would have gone to bed anyway, completely oblivious.
In the end, it didn't matter, because she drifted off before any of that could happen, curled up peacefully in the middle of her bed, television still playing softly in the background, lights still on. She was used to that; if Mommy had friends over, she'd hear them talking in the other room after she was tucked in, and, during the summer, her bedtime was long before the sun had set, and Mommy loved leaving her curtains open, rubbing it in how she was being put to bed while it was still so bright out.
There was nobody to wake her up the next morning, either, and, after the long, exciting day she'd had, it was hardly a shock that she slept in until the faint sound of the door opening struck her ears, stirring her just enough awake to frown, to squirm, confused at how uncomfortable the bed was suddenly, blushing slightly at the wetness she could feel around her crotch...
"Well, well, well," a voice declared loudly, snapping her the rest of the way out of her slumber, "look who it is."
Holly blinked, staring up, and up, at the housekeeper she'd seen the day before in the elevator, who she'd tried, unsuccessfully, to close the door on, the woman looking positively gigantic... Which was, Holly realized after a few moments, because she was no longer on her bed, but on the floor beside it. It wasn't a huge surprise, really... How long had it been since she slept in a bed without bars?
"Looks like somebody had a late night," the housekeeper sniffed, shaking her head.
"I'm not used to something this tiny," Holly shot back haughtily, pretending she was so fancy that her bed was even huger than this one, before glancing down at herself, bashfully tugging at the hem of her shirt as she saw the wet spot on her pants where her Pull-Ups had obviously leaked. It didn't seem that bad, really, which was a bit of a pleasant surprise; she still didn't want this woman to see it, however.
The housekeeper rolled her eyes. "I'm sure," she scoffed. "But I was talking about that."
She pointed at the bed, Holly anxiously peering up at it, unable to see anything from the floor. She'd pulled a blanket down with her, apparently, so she grabbed at it, all knotted up beside her, started to pull it over herself as nonchalantly as she could manage, before spotting the wet spot on it and dropping it immediately in disgust, her stomach churning as it hit her what had happened, what the maid was looking at.
"I-I was having some water, a-and I spilled it!" she stammered, sitting back down, not wanting to see what a mess she'd made of her bed. "A-And I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I just decided to sleep on the floor!"
"How very thoughtful of you," the housekeeper sneered. "It's too bad for you that I have a nose, so I can tell that's not what this is."
Holly shrank back, mortified at having this woman find out that she was a bedwetter, like a pathetic little girl. "I-I wasn't..." she shook her head. "I-I don't... I-It was an accident! A-Accidents can happen to anyone, and...!"
"Give me this," the housekeeper sighed, bending down to pick up the fallen blanket, pausing as she caught sight of the shopping bag Holly had left on the floor, the top having fallen open, revealing a bit of what was inside.
"N-No, don't!" Holly's eyes widened, seeing the housekeeper reach towards it. "That's mine!"
The maid had obviously had enough of her, barely even acknowledging her protests. She pushed the sides of the bag down, confirming what she'd thought she'd seen inside. "Look at that," she mused. "Just an accident, huh? Then why do you have diapers?"
"Th-They're not for me," Holly told her meekly. They hadn't been, not really... She hadn't been sure if she should wear them at night anyway, however, even if they had been bought for Elizabeth; clearly, she had her answer now.
"They aren't, huh?" the housekeeper crossed her arms. "Because it looks to me like you knew this could be an issue, you had something to prevent it from getting out of hand... And then you still didn't do anything."
"Y-Yeah, well..." Holly sputtered, wanting to defend herself, to do anything to not look like a baby in front of this woman who already disliked her after the previous day. "It's your job to deal with this kind of thing! You're here to clean up any messes I make, so why don't you shut up and get to... Oww!"
She'd known she was taking it too far, but she was embarrassed, and overwhelmed, and didn't know what else to do, other than to lash out. It was hard not to feel like perhaps she'd earned it when the housekeeper grabbed her by the ear, dragging her onto her feet, and over to the desk chair, where the woman sat down. "Wh-What are you doing?!" Holly squealed, a pit forming in her stomach from the growing certainty that she already knew the answer to that.
"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were a spoiled, disrespectful brat," the housekeeper told her, "and all you've done since is prove me right. Well, it's too bad for you that I know exactly how to deal with your kind..."
"St-Stop it!" Holly gasped as the younger woman began to unbutton her pants, reaching down in an attempt to stop her, only to have her hands brushed away like they were nothing more than a slight nuisance. "You can't do this! I-I'll get you fired!"
"Fine," the housekeeper shrugged, glaring defiantly at Holly. "You can tell my supervisor all about what I'm about to do to you... I'm sure she'll be very interested to hear that story. That just means I'll have to really make this worth it..."
"N-No!" Holly shook her head. "I-I'm sorry! I-I won't! I-I'll clean it up myself!"
She whimpered as her pants were tugged down, revealing the soaked training panties underneath, to the housekeeper's amusement. "Those diapers aren't for you, huh?" she teased, hooking a finger into the waistband of the Pull-Ups, tugging them out and letting them snap back against Holly's body. "Well, you clearly aren't ready for these..."
"Yes, I am," Holly sniffed, right before getting yanked down across the maid's lap.
"I've had enough lies and bad behavior out of you," the woman told her, giving the back of her thighs a slap.
"Ow!" Holly squeaked, kicking her feet helplessly, hardly able to believe this was happening. She was supposed to be attempting to be an adult again, to prove she could do it! How could she have wound up back here, back over somebody's lap, on the verge of a spanking?! It wasn't fair! She had no doubt that, if Mommy had found herself in this position - which sounded absurd enough as it was - that she'd have some way to get herself out of this, that she'd never let it actually happen...
For Holly's part, however, as panic began to flood her mind, she had no clue what it would be, what she could do, or say, to avoid it, to not simply make it worse. It looked like, she thought unhappily, bracing herself as the housekeeper raised her hand again, readying for another swat, she still had a lot more to re-learn about how to be a big girl...