Victoria's Secret - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Finally, after what felt like a year, Taylor called out, "All right, Vickie, you can try again!"

It was definitely not the old Victoria, the one who had babysat these girls, and been so strict with them, that turned around to face them that time, or even the one from that morning, defiant, and angry, and a little embarrassed to find herself in a diaper after the wild party the night before. After spending a long time in the corner - she had no idea how long, really - as a chastised, well-punished little girl, she was something much different.

"I-I'm so sorry!" she nibbled her bottom lip, squirming in her seat, still wrinkling her nose, feeling the cool, clammy mess squishing against her sore backside. She would have thought, by now, she would be used to it, since she'd been stuck with it for a while now, but every time she gave the slightest movement, she was reminded anew of how mortifying her situation truly was. "I'm just a stinky little baby, and you two are the big girls, a-and I'll do anything you say."

Taylor strutted over to her, grinning down at her, then, finally, booping her on the nose. "Yes," she agreed. "You will." Then she pinched her nose, waving her other hand in front of it. "And you definitely are! I think somebody needs a bath!"

"Uh-huh!" Victoria agreed, very much in support of that idea. She felt absolutely filthy, and couldn't wait to get herself cleaned up and out of this dirty diaper. She had no idea what the girls were going to do afterwards, and had a feeling she wouldn't be happy about it, either... But how could it be worse than what had already happened?!

"I can take care of that," Sawyer declared, grabbing Vickie by the hand. "Why don't you go pick out her clothes for the day?"

"Sounds good," Taylor agreed, heading off, Sawyer giving Victoria a tug, hauling her off the chair.

"Umm, wh-what do you mean you'll take care of it?" Vickie asked, struggling to keep up with Sawyer's longer legs, doing her best not to sound argumentative, or resistant, to act like she was going along with the flow, even if that was the opposite of what she wanted, if she'd understood the girl's words correctly.

"Oh, sweetie," Sawyer smirked. "You can't even keep your diapers clean... How can we trust you to wash yourself up properly?"

"I can!" Victoria insisted as she was pushed into the bathroom, Sawyer following her in, closing the door behind her, trapping her in there with no way out except through the bigger girl. "I-I appreciate the offer, but..."

"You can?" Sawyer arched an eyebrow. "Cleaning up on their own is something big girls do... Are you a big girl?"

Vickie wanted so badly to say yes, that it was so obvious that she was... But she'd only gotten out of the corner by claiming the opposite, and she didn't want to end up back there, especially not before she was allowed out of her mushy prison. "N-No," she shook her head meekly.

"Then you'd better let me take care of it." Sawyer pulled her closer, reaching for the hem of Vickie's crop top.

"No!" Vickie sniffled, grabbing for it herself, not wanting to lose that, to be left standing there in front of her former charge, wearing only a diaper, a messy diaper with the evidence of her spanking peeking out from beneath it... But that was exactly what happened. Sawyer was much stronger than her, easily prying her hands away, despite her death grip, and yanked the garment up and off her body.

"Oh, my God," Sawyer covered her mouth, giggling. "You really are just a little girl, aren't you? Just look at you! I bet I could drop you off at that daycare right now, and nobody would bat an eye!"

Victoria's face heated up, her arms crossing over her flat chest defensively, not daring to deny it, no matter how much she wanted to. "There's no point doing that," Sawyer teased. "There's nothing there! If I were you, I'd be trying to keep people from seeing my poopy Pampers... But I guess those don't bother you, huh?"

"They do!" Vickie insisted.

"I don't know," Sawyer shrugged. "Maybe we can wait on this, and I can just let you crawl around the house like this for a little while longer."

"No, please don't!" Vickie dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together. She wasn't sure she could take much more of this... "I'm sorry! Please, please change me!"

Sawyer chuckled. "All right, all right, calm down. You've been in it long enough... I don't want you getting a rash... Not on the first day, anyway." She leaned over, starting up the water, letting it begin warming up. "Stand up." 

Obediently, Victoria scrambled to her feet, fidgeting at the sound of ripping tape as Sawyer removed her diaper, wiping the worst of the mess off her with toilet paper before pointing to the bathtub. "In."

"Okay," Vickie nodded, doing as she was told, glad she wasn't having to roll the messy diaper up and deal with it. "D-Do you want me to put the plug in, or...?"

"I want you to stand there and wait," Sawyer replied. "I don't trust you to handle anything that complicated on your own. I just don't want you making a mess out here while I'm busy."

Vickie blushed. "Y-Yes, ma'am." She waited, part of her wanting to take over, to handle this on her own, as she was certainly capable of doing, the rest of her not wanting to get Sawyer mad at her for disobeying. So she stood there uselessly, water pattering out of the faucet in front of her, waiting yet again. This time she was standing, at least, and she wasn't in a messy diaper... Too bad she wasn't in anything else, either.

"There we go," Sawyer declared. "Now, turn around."

"Huh?" Vickie frowned. "Why..?"

"Do as you're told, little girl," Sawyer snapped, making the older girl gulp and do exactly that, spinning around. "Bend over."

Victoria could hear the girl doing something behind her, but it wasn't until she felt water raining down on her, making her flinch, that she realized what it was. Her sitters had mentioned a bath, so that was what she was expecting... It was not, however, what she got.

She didn't want to complain; she wouldn't have minded a bath, after her rough night and morning, but they were pretty childish, and time consuming. There was something pretty embarrassing about this, too, feeling the falling water intensify as Sawyer adjusted the output, then letting out a squeal as it was redirected, washing over her backside while her tormentor moved the showerhead. 

"Move a little closer," Sawyer told her after a minute or two, followed shortly after Vickie blushed and squirmed, feeling the relentless water gush inside her for a moment, rinsing her out, by, "Turn around."

She seemed, strangely, only concerned with Vickie's crotch. Victoria, of course, didn't really need her help with even that, much less washing the rest of herself, but she had hoped to get completely clean to wash away the grime of the party, and her hours in jail. This was better than nothing, though, and a huge improvement over the mucky squishiness she'd been feeling around her backside for so long now.

"Hold still," Sawyer instructed, reaching past her, grabbing up a washcloth and running it under the water. Maybe this was it, Vickie thought. She wondered if she should offer to move the showerhead again, although Sawyer was much more suited to it than her, who usually only did it when the tub was dry to keep from slipping, since she had to hop upwards to reach it if she had to do it on her own.

Vickie gasped as she felt the washcloth running over her privates, face turning red at the intimate contact. Despite everything, it had been a while for her, and, to her horror, she could feel her body responding on its own, leaving her struggling not to rub against the cloth, and the fingers on the other side of it, manipulating it, trying to ignore the sensation of warmness growing in her, and the new kind of wetness she prayed Sawyer didn't notice...

"You naughty girl," Sawyer scolded, dashing those hopes. "What are you doing?"

"I-I..." Vickie groaned, blushing as the other girl continued anyway, scrubbing harder. How could this be happening, after what Sawyer had already put her through this morning?! It certainly wasn't a response to that, or the girl herself... She just couldn't help herself in that moment. She'd been planning to spend at least part of the day, now that finals were over, celebrating and winding down with her vibrator anyway... This was very much not what she'd had in mind.

"I thought you said you weren't a big girl?" Sawyer shook her head, still not stopping. "This isn't something a little girl should be doing, is it?"

"N-No," Vickie agreed with a moan.

"Maybe you need another spanking," Sawyer suggested. "Or maybe I should tape that diaper right back onto you. Is that what you want?"

"No!" Vickie whimpered, mortified at the idea, but too far gone to make herself stop, to let it end before...

"H-Hey!" she blushed, staring down at the sudden departure of the washcloth, an abrupt ending that left her unsatisfied, hungry for more, and humiliated at how much she wanted it to keep going, just for a few more seconds.

"I told you," Sawyer said, "that's not for little girls. Now turn around." Frustrated, Vickie obeyed, quivering as Sawyer washed her backside off, finishing up much quicker there. "Out!"

Victoria wanted to ask if she could do the rest of her shower herself, to get it done, but she was silent as she climbed out of the tub, standing on the rug, dripping wet, fighting to keep her hands in an appropriate place since the other girl was standing right there. Sawyer rinsed off the washcloth, then moved the showerhead again, showing Vickie how easy something that was such a struggle for her was to Sawyer, rinsing the tub out and letting that water run down the drain before bending over, switching the flow from the showerhead to the faucet, and putting the plug in.

"A-Am I taking a bath?" Vickie frowned, confused now.

"Of course you are," Sawyer rolled her eyes, pushing past her to dig under the sink, pulling out an old bottle of bubblegum scented bubble bath and pouring some into the rising water. "Weren't you paying attention, silly? That's what I said I was bringing you here to do."

"W-Well, yeah," Vickie nodded. "B-But..."

"No buts," Sawyer gave the girl's a swat. "Except yours in the tub, now!" Victoria stepped back in, sitting down among the bubbles, watching them slowly creeping up her body. "Keep those hands above the water," Sawyer smirked. "I don't want them doing anything else naughty where I can't see them."

"I-I wasn't going to!" Vickie whined, blushing. Honestly, she hadn't even considered it, no matter how much she wanted to, not right in front of the other girl like that! 

Sawyer hung the washcloth up, grabbed a fresh one, pushing the shower curtain all the way to one side to give her a full view of Victoria in the tub. She stopped the water a bit short of what Vickie had expected, though she wasn't going to complain now. It was kind of nice to be able to relax, to lean back, and...

"You know what?" Sawyer asked. "I got so wet from getting you cleaned up, I might as well join you, huh?"

Before Vickie could respond - and she wasn't certain how she would have, anyway - the girl stripped off her shirt, barely giving her charge a chance to see the light gray bra before whipping it off as well and moving on to her shorts. "It's okay to gawk," she giggled, making Vickie blush and make herself look away from the impromptu strip-tease happening in front of her. "I'm sure one day you'll grow up and look like this, too!"

There really was such a huge difference between the two... Sitting there in the bath, it was hard for Vickie to remember this girl was younger than her. Even beyond their heights, seeing her this way only reminded the older girl how undeveloped her own body had remained, how hard she had to try to make herself look a fraction as hot as Sawyer was naturally...

"Oh, wait," the girl smirked, adding her panties to the pile and stepping into the tub, towering over the sitting Vickie for a moment. "You're already all done with growing up, aren't you? And that's all you ended up with?" She shook her head, sliding down into the water, her added mass making the water rise up a bit more, to the height Vickie had expected, making it clear she'd planned this. "That's tough."

"Shut up," Vickie pouted, momentarily forgetting herself, not needing to hear that, not while she had a physical reminder right in front of her.

"What was that?" Sawyer asked. "That didn't sound like something a little girl should say to a grown-up, did it?"

Before Victoria could bring herself to apologize, to go back to playing her part, Sawyer had picked up a bar of soap, dipping it into the water, running the fresh washcloth over it... Then shoving it into Vickie's mouth. "Mmph!" Victoria's eyes bulged, her nose wrinkling as she tasted the suds.

"This is what happens to little girls who use their mouths inappropriately," Sawyer told her. "And if that soap falls out, you're really going to regret it."

Vickie didn't want that, didn't want to find out what it could mean, already having plenty of evidence that the girl was willing to do all sorts of things to her... She bit down a little harder, suddenly - with that threat - terrified of how slippery it was, how easily it might pop out accidentally. Her teeth sank into the soap, scraping more of it up and into her mouth, ensuring that getting rid of it completely would be all the harder, and that, most likely, she'd be tasting it the rest of the day, and perhaps beyond.

Sawyer smugly went about her business, scrubbing Vickie's body, making sure to comment on how, "Oh, you're so cute and little!" or "You must save so much money, just being able to get by buying training bras!" as she went. Victoria tried to ignore them, but the only thing she had to distract herself with was the horniness she still hadn't been able to completely shake, that she couldn't do anything about, and the growing discomfort in her mouth as the soap rested there, lathering up further every time she had to readjust it, or move her mouth at all.

She did feel clean, at least, even if this wasn't how she'd imagined getting that way. Sawyer took her time, washing up every nook and cranny, washing her hair, rinsing it off... A shower might have been better, but this was getting the job done, anyway.

"You know, Vickie," Sawyer finally said, seeming satisfied with her work as she leaned back, "I have a little confession to make. Would you care to hear it?"

Victoria mumbled helplessly behind the soap, although she suspected her answer wouldn't have mattered anyway. She watched as Sawyer's hand did what hers weren't allowed to, vanishing beneath the bubbles with the washcloth, making Vickie blush. It was probably only because of what had happened earlier that she even considered that might be what Sawyer was doing now... Right? She wouldn't really...

The slight moan in Sawyer's voice, and the splashes coming from around her arm where it disappeared into the water, made her thinking otherwise, reminding her again of how close she'd gotten, how cruelly she'd been cut off before she could finish... "You used to absolutely humiliate me when you babysat me," Sawyer told Vickie, reaching over with her other hand, grabbing the soap, pulling it out slightly, then pushing it back in, really sudsing it up. "You made me wear those embarrassing outfits, and you spanked me, and made me sit in the corner for hours..."

"I-I'm sorry!" Vickie burbled, trying to spit it out in the few moments she had when the soap was out, before it was shoved back between her teeth.

"What was that?" Sawyer took her by surprise, pulling the bar of soap all the way out, waiting for a response.

"I-I..." Vickie blushed, feeling the soapy water dribbling down her face, causing her to uncontrollably drool, which only appeared to make Sawyer's other hand pump harder. "I-I'm sorry," she said again. "I-I should have been a better babysitter, a-and..."

"I'm not," Sawyer cut her off. "All of that stuff just made me realize, now that I'm older... I love humiliation. Oh, it's so good... But not for me. No, no... I had enough of it back then. What I love now is humiliating other people. And this morning has been so..." She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head for a moment. Vickie's cheeks flushed, squirming. Was that what this had all been about?!

Sawyer let them get out, draining the tub, drying Vickie off, then leaving her standing there, naked, while she got dressed, the older girl still feeling warm wetness dripping down onto her chest, still unable to keep herself from drooling after all that time getting her mouth soaped. She nearly asked Sawyer for her shirt back, but what did it really matter? They hadn't brought any pants in, other than the diaper which she definitely wasn't putting back on, and, after the girl's confession, she was afraid her begging for it was exactly what Sawyer wanted.

That was a small comfort when she was marched to her room, where Taylor was waiting, smirking at the sight of her standing there, wet and naked, and even smaller compared to her than in contrast to Sawyer. "I found some cute outfits in the back of her closet," Taylor told Sawyer. "But, unfortunately, there's no diapers."

"B-Because I don't need them!" Vickie insisted.

"Just look at her," Sawyer grinned. "I bet a baby diaper would fit her perfectly. I'm sure we could borrow one..."

"No!" Vickie's stomach lurched at the idea. She didn't know if it was true or not, hadn't ever tried it... If it was, however... She'd spent so long as a babysitter, putting those diapers on her charges... To wind up in the very same ones they wore, not ones designed for adults with a medical need, but for real toddlers, ones who just hadn't learned how not to wet or mess themselves...

"She does make a good point," Taylor nodded, to Victoria's surprise. "Those might not be absorbent enough. I'm sure she can wet a lot more than a baby can. We could give it a shot, though."

"The Thompsons haven't finish potty training their son, have they?" Sawyer grinned down at the squirming Vickie, obviously enjoying her discomfort. "We could go over there and have her ask them if they have a spare diaper... She'd have to tell them what it was for, of course."

Vickie whimpered, shaking her head, hating that she was giving Sawyer exactly what she wanted, yet unable to stop her own reactions. Thankfully, after Sawyer let her stew in it for a long, agonizing moment, she continued, "But we'll have to do that later. I think she needs a nap for now."

"That's a good idea," Taylor agreed. "She has been awfully cranky. Can we trust her without any protection, though?"

"I guess we'll find out," Sawyer smirked. "This is her last chance, after all... What do you think, Vickie? Can you stay dry through naptime?"

"Y-Yeah," Victoria nodded, knowing she shouldn't have any issue with that. "B-But..." It wasn't even noon yet; she wasn't exactly tired enough to fall asleep.

"I found this!" Taylor pulled a nightshirt out of the closet, one Vickie had long ago forgotten about. It had Dora on it, and would definitely be closer to a regular shirt on her now. 

"Perfect," Sawyer said, opening up the drawers in Vickie's dresser until she found the one with the underwear. Most of the ones she actually wore had gone to college with her, of course, making it much easier to find an older pair, pink and lined with ribbon, a soft bow right in the middle of the waistband, that the girl hadn't gotten around to getting rid of yet. The shirt barely reached the top of the underwear, but, as a whole, it was a much better outfit than the one she'd started the day in. 

"I-I'm not really tired," Vickie told them as she was tucked in.

"Don't worry," Taylor grinned. "We'll take care of that."

"And Vickie?" Sawyer added, the girl blushing as she looked up from her bed at her, flashing back to what had happened in the bathroom just a few minutes earlier. "If those panties are wet, in any way," the redness in Vickie's cheeks intensified, knowing exactly what she meant with those last three words, squirming in frustration as she was denied the possibility of release yet again, "you're going back in diapers for the rest of summer. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Victoria gulped.

It was almost a blessing she didn't have long to think about it. Sawyer gave her a kiss on the forehead, then Taylor stepped over to the bedside to do the same, following it up with a pair of headphones snapped over the girl's ears. She pushed play on her phone, flooding the headphones with the sound of soft, tinkling nursery rhymes, then, on her way out, set the phone on top of Vickie's bookshelves, where the smaller girl wouldn't be able to reach it without help.

Of course, Vickie wasn't really a child, couldn't be so easily lured to sleep with such babyish music... And all she'd have to do was reach up and take off the headphones, and she wouldn't have to hear it... It was as simple as that... She wriggled under the covers, yawning as she heard her bedroom door click closed. She'd just lift her hands, grab the things, pull them off...

She was fast asleep before she could even try it.