CYOA: The Stepdaughter - Chapter 2 (Story) (Patreon)

Janet shook her head, blushing at the very idea of reducing her status for the benefit of this awful girl. If anything, Hazel should be scrambling to accommodate her, to try to make up for the way she'd acted in the past, instead of the other way around. 

"I'm Janet," she informed Zella, crossing her arms, waiting for the glimpse of recognition. "I'm not some kid, I'm twenty-five... And I'm your step-mother, not your sister."

Hazel stared at her for a long moment, long enough to both make Janet pretty sure the other woman had figured out who she was, and to make her a bit uncomfortable. Then, Hazel began to chuckle, though not in the way Janet would have expected her to if her suspicions about being recognized were true.

"That's a good joke, sweetie," Hazel told her patronizingly, patting her on the head. "But nobody is going to buy that. Come on, tell me the truth... What's your name, and what grade are you in?"

"I told you!" Janet stomped her foot in frustration. How could Hazel have forgotten her?! Had Janet really meant that little to her?! It had felt, in the moment, like making Janet's life miserable had been Zella's main goal in life... Or did she know the truth, and was just continuing her torment? "I'm not in any grade, I graduated a while ago, and..!"

"Hey!" Hazel snapped, her tone switching to one that seemed more suitable to speaking to a small child rather than a teenager, or, certainly, someone older than her. "This is a no-tantrum zone, young lady! Don't get mad just because you can't pull a fast one on me... Especially with a ridiculous story like that. I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth, okay?"

"I've been telling you the truth!" Janet rolled her eyes. "We went to school together, you stupid... Ouch!"

She was caught by surprise when Hazel grabbed her by the ear, yanking her off the spot she'd been glued to the whole time, dragging her over to the nearest chair, and, to her shock, sitting down in it herself and pulling Janet over her lap. "What are you doing?!" Janet squealed, squirming helplessly, her legs flopping behind her, heart thumping, knowing what this position looked like Zella was preparing for, despite how insane that was.

"Look, I'd like to be the cool big sister," Hazel shook her head, "but you're making it very hard. I was willing to look past that glass of wine you had, although I would have kept a close eye on you from now on so you didn't do it again... If you won't even tell me your name, though, I guess I'll have to be strict instead."

"You're not my big sister!" Janet spat, thrashing helplessly, Hazel keeping her pinned in place easily.

"Hey, I'm not happy about dad re-marrying, either," Hazel told her. "Especially so quickly, to someone I don't know... But it's already happened, so I was trying to make the best of it. Now I'm going to have to spend my long weekend babysitting a lame little loser like you."

"You do know me!" Janet growled. "You..."

"You know," Zella mused, giving Janet's bottom, wiggling on her lap, a pat, "you do look familiar, somehow... Did I babysit you when you were smaller? Well, younger, I guess... It isn't like you've grown much, is it?"

"No!" Janet blushed at the teasing, making it all the more difficult to be taken seriously the way she wanted.

"No, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense," Hazel interrupted before Janet could try to explain further. "Then you should be very used to this."

With that, she raised her hand, slamming it back down onto Janet's backside before she could fully comprehend that, indeed, this truly was happening. Janet howled in pain and shock, and humiliation, practically able to feel the handprint forming on her skin already, even through the denim shorts she'd thrown on to lounge around the house in, and her damp panties.

"Ow!" Janet wailed. "What the hell?!"

"Now, now," Hazel scolded. "If you aren't mature enough to tell me the truth about who you are, Prissy, then you aren't mature enough for that kind of language."

"No, that's not..." Janet shook her head, cheeks reddening again. Of all the names Hazel could have called her, that might have been the worst she could think of. It was just so... girly... And, considering her little accident, it sounded much to close to another word she wanted to avoid. Not to mention, she hadn't even said anything all that bad, except for a five year old, maybe.

"No, we're done lying," Hazel told her firmly. "I remember you now, Priscilla. You always were a trouble-maker... I guess some things never change, do they? How old are you now, really?"

"I told you, I'm twenty-five, and I'm definitely not Prissy, you..."

Hazel cut her off again, this time with another spank. This one was enough to bring tears to Janet's eyes, which made it all the more mortifying. "Stooop it!" Janet wailed, kicking her legs, having already had her fill of this childish punishment. "You can't do this to me!"

"Oh, I can't?" Hazel's eyes twinkled, delivering another pair of swats, much faster this time. "Because it certainly looks like I am, little girl. What are you going to do about it?"

Janet wasn't in the position to do anything, which was, obviously, the point; Hazel was happy to demonstrate it with a few more spanks, before starting to slide Janet's shorts down.

At first, Janet was just upset about the act itself, about the fact that Hazel thought she could undress her like that, too preoccupied with the throbbing that was already starting up in her backside to think about what else the girl was going to see... In her frenzied fidgeting, however, she remembered her accident, giving her a whole different reason to protest, "No! St-stop it!"

"We can't stop yet," Hazel cooed at her. "I know you, Prissy... You won't get the message unless it's delivered on your bare... What is this?!"

Janet gulped, knowing exactly what the girl was looking at. She tried, futilely, to reach behind herself, to hide it, but Hazel grabbed her wrists, holding them away in one hand, the other tugging Janet's panties upwards, giving her a slight wedgie as the damp cloth was pulled tighter against her skin.

"Prissy!" Hazel shook her head. "Seriously?! I thought for sure you would have outgrown this by now... You were too old for it when I babysat you, but now, it's just sad..."

Hazel lifted Janet up, setting her on her feet, her shorts briefly around her knees, although, when the older woman tried to pull them up, Zella shoved them down further, knocking them down into a heap at her ankles, leaving Janet's lavender panties, with a clear, if not particularly large, wet spot on the crotch, fully visible. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I-I didn't..." Janet blushed, her head automatically wanting to duck down, to stare at her feet. The view there only made her feel worse, however, so she was glad for Hazel to push her chin back up, forcing her to look her in the eye.

"You definitely did," she said. "We can both see that."

"Y-You surprised me," Janet shrugged. "I-I didn't know you were there when I came up from the basement, a-and..."

"And you knew you were in trouble," Hazel nodded. "Did you drop the glass on purpose, too? Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell what was in it as I cleaned it up?"

"N-No," Janet shook her head, then did it again, a little faster. "I-I mean, that's not what happened, I..."

"I really can't believe they left you alone here now," Hazel sighed. "I guess they expected me to look after you, like I used to."

"I-I don't need looking after!" Janet pouted, balling her hands up into fists, unable to stomp with the shorts tangled around her feet. 

"I mean, it's fine," Zella shrugged. "It just would have been nice to get a little head's up. All right, Prissy, I want you to march to your room and bring me one of your diapers."

"D... Di..." Janet swallowed, eyes big as saucers. No... There was no way that was happening... A spanking was bad enough, but there was no way in hell she was going to allow this girl, younger than her, to put her in diapers... 

"Don't act so shocked," Hazel rolled her eyes. "Have you ever not ended up in them when I was babysitting you?"

"You've never babysat me!" Janet whined. "I'm older than you!"

"Priscilla!" Hazel snapped, the use of the full name - even if it wasn't Janet's real one - making the smaller girl snap to attention immediately. "Stop lying! What are you trying to prove?! All you're doing is making me more upset with you, and I don't think you, or your pink little bottom, want that. Now, go get me a diaper right now, and maybe I won't spank you more before I tape you into it."

"I-I don't have a d-diaper!" Janet told her, truthfully, not knowing if she would have caved if she did.

"I find that hard to believe," Hazel shook her head, looking at Janet's wet undies again. "Lucky for you, I still have some spares in the closet of my bedroom, and I'll give you permission to go in there... this time only... to get one. Or get one of your own, since I have no doubt your underwear drawer is still full of them."

Even knowing it wasn't true, that visual made Janet squirm, which probably didn't do much for convincing Hazel she wasn't Prissy. How could this be happening?! Mere moments before, she was a happy adult, ready to enjoy a long weekend alone in her big house, starting it off with a nice glass of wine... Now, she was a little girl, being scolded, spanked, and moments away from being diapered if she didn't do something!

"Prissy!" Hazel huffed. "Why are you daydreaming?! Go get your diaper right now! Or would you rather fetch a hairbrush so I can give you a proper spanking?" She saw the horrified look in Janet's eyes and grinned, leaning closer. "That's right, I probably never did that to you, did I? But you're big enough now... I bet you could take it... And you clearly need it... So, you have a choice, Priscilla. You can go get a diaper, and your spanking can be over, for now, once you're back in Pampers where you belong... Or you can get the hairbrush, and we can forgo the diaper for now, as long as you don't wet yourself on my lap before your punishment is over. Honestly, given your track record, I don't like your chances... It's up to you, though."

Janet felt fresh tears appearing in her eyes. Those couldn't be her choices... She didn't want to have to choose between a spanking and a diaper! There had to be something else, some other way out of this... And, of course, there was. Her driver's license was tucked away in her purse, ready to prove she truly was who she said she was. Her purse was in her bedroom, however, which was much further away than either the nearest bathroom, or Hazel's bedroom, and Zella didn't look like she was in a patient mood.

Should she...

Go get a diaper, and hope she could explain things later?

Go get a hairbrush, and hope she didn't wet herself again?

Or go get her driver's license, and hope Hazel wasn't too mad at how long she'd been gone to look at it?