A Fresh Start - Part 4 (Patreon)

Peaches blushed as she looked around, seeing that she was surrounded by shelves and stacks of diapers, the very thing that had landed her here in the first place, each new one that she saw reminding her of that, and of everything that had happened the day before, and now today. All she wanted was to get to her interview, so she could get a job and prove she was a responsible adult, despite all appearances to the contrary, yet, every turn of the head made her think about how she had been getting treated like a stubborn toddler.

She wasn't sure where her pants had been taken, and, no matter how badly she wanted to get to the interview, she wasn't going to leave without them; her purse had been whisked away with them, so she couldn't even use her phone to let the person waiting for her know what was going on, not that she'd have told the whole truth anyway. The woman who had brought her here kept glancing back at her, as if trying to remind her that she was being watched, and that her warning still stood.

Peaches had already waited longer than she liked in the lobby, and now, she was being forced to sit still even longer... And, unluckily for her, her bladder was starting to feel all that time. She tried to catch the woman's attention, desperate not to have another accident, not here, in the daycare of the office where she wanted to get a job... She tried to catch the woman's attention, but any time she tried to stand, or wave, or do anything but still and pout, she got a sharp look and a pointed finger, and nothing more.

Just when she was about to lose hope, she saw another woman walk up to the one who had brought her here, saying something Peaches couldn't make out. The original women responded, then left. Quickly, Peaches leapt to her feet, ready to explain the situation to somebody who might actually listen, and be willing to help.

Instead, the new woman marched forward, grabbing her by the ear, twisting it roughly. Shocked, Peaches felt a stream or warmth flow into her Goodnites, drenching them almost instantly, and, just like they had when she'd tried them before, starting to leak, sending yellow rivulets cascading down the insides of her thighs as she blushed, squirmed, and listened to the woman ask, "Where do you think you're going, young lady?!"

"I-I'm not supposed to be here!" Peaches squealed. "I-I have an interview!"

"That's cute," the daycare worker smirked. "Did you hear your Mommy say that word?"

"I do have one!" Peaches insisted.

"You're far too young for that," the woman told her. "And obviously too young for those," she poked at the sodden Goodnites, destroying Peaches hope that she somehow wouldn't notice them. "Let's get you into a diaper, where you belong... And then, I think somebody needs a spanking for leaving their time-out early..."