Sweet Charity - Part 6 (Patreon)

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"Charity!" Tina fumed, storming into the house, not caring about addressing the girl 'properly', or acting sweet and innocent. She was well beyond that now. "Charity, I know you're here! I saw your car!"

"I'm in the bedroom!" Charity called. Tina slung her bag onto the floor, making her way there, every step accompanied by a squish or a squelch, a sensation she'd gotten far too familiar with that day, to the point where, as much as it was possible, she'd nearly forgotten that she was wearing a messy diaper... Until she left one of her classes, and felt every eye in the hallway on her, heard all the whispering and giggling...

"She has gone too far!" Tina announced, bursting into Charity's bedroom. "It's too much!"

She paused, anger briefly abated as she took in the sight before her, saw the other girl lounging there in her bed, half naked, wearing a crop top and lacy panties. Tina would never have had the confidence to invite anyone into her room while she was dressed that way... And it made her extra aware of her own clothes, of the bulky, messy diaper that was so very different from the skimpy red underwear she saw stretched across Charity's rear. She might as well be from an entirely separate species, the way she felt, looking at her.

"What was that?" Charity asked, bemused. "What are you complaining about now, Tina?"

"I'm not complaining!" Tina stomped her foot. That wasn't true - she was very much complaining - but not in the way Charity was suggesting, as if she were being an unreasonable, spoiled little kid. "I'm telling you, your babysitter is out of control!"

"Oh, she's the one out of control?" Charity raised an eyebrow. "This will be interesting."

"She is!" Tina growled. "Just... look at me!" Letting Charity see her, while she was lying around, barely dressed, was one of the last things she wanted, and yet it was the best example she could ask for. "She's supposed to be a babysitter, right? She left me like this all day!" Tina stomped her foot again, when the news didn't get the reaction she wanted. "All day!"

"And why did she do that, Tina?" Charity inquired calmly.

Tina's cheeks began to warm, re-living the event in her mind. She'd told Lindsay she had a big exam today, trying to get her to take mercy on her, to let her use her laptop, where most of her notes from the beginning of the semester were, or at least to keep her from adding her little 'surprise' to her morning bottle. It hadn't helped with either.

The surprise laxatives were the worst of it... It tasted completely normal, no different from the bottle she was given for breakfast every other day, so she had no warning, no way of knowing if, by the end of her first class of the day, whatever that happened to be, she was going to have filled her pants helplessly.

There was no good time for that to happen, but today, of all days, Tina was not ready to deal with it. It was a comprehensive exam, and she'd been too embarrassed to ask any of her classmates for a copy of their old notes, so she was working extra hard to remember what she'd learned, before she'd lost the 'privilege' of her laptop, when she felt it, and knew what her babysitter had done.

"Not now," she whimpered softly, shifting her in seat, praying it was her imagination, or that, for once, she could make it until class ended, at least.

But, by then, it was already too late. She squeaked, horrified to feel a mushy spot already there, in her padding, as she squirmed, to recognize that it had begun without her even noticing... Like a real baby. Now that she had felt it, however, it was all she could think about, feeling it continue to grow, to expand her diaper around her wiggling bottom...

"I probably failed that test thanks to you!" she'd informed Lindsay, in no uncertain terms, when the girl met her in the hall after class. She'd been so distracted, she'd barely gotten through half the test before the announcement that there was only five minutes left, and, while she might have gotten lucky with a few of the questions she'd hurriedly answered, to have something there, it probably wasn't going to be enough to salvage her grade.

"Well, that's no way to greet the person in charge of changing you," Lindsay had answered. "I guess you don't really want one that badly."

"It's her job!" Tina said, as if she really needed to remind Charity, the one paying her to do it, of that. "And she just didn't do it! All day!"

She'd spent a portion of many of her first classes of the day messy, and, thanks to the childish outfits Charity and Lindsay bought for her, having her diaper at least somewhat exposed was starting to become normal... Lindsay had always changed her after the first class, however.

Until today. Today, she'd had to struggle through every class, and lunch, and her free time in between all of it, in a full diaper, giving her more motivation than ever to stay away from her friends, and everyone else, so they wouldn't see her shame. It had been, quite possibly, the longest day of her life.

And it wasn't over yet. "Well, if you were speaking to her the way you're talking to me now, I can hardly blame her," Charity shrugged. "This is exactly what we're talking about, Tina... Do you not see how spoiled and bratty you're acting? Do you think your Auntie Lindsay liked cleaning up your poopy bottom? And then you immediately yell at her, and blame her for your poor academic performance?"

"It's her fault!" Tina raged. "I was a straight-A student before you and her, and..."

"And you only have yourself to blame if that's changed," Charity cut her off. "You want to pretend you're still a grown-up... Take some responsibility."

This wasn't working; Tina wasn't sure why she'd thought it would. Charity always took Lindsay's side... But she was also the only person she could go to if she wanted to complain about her babysitter. "I could have gotten a rash!" she whined.

"Maybe that would do you some good," Charity smirked. "Instead, I'll give you another reason to not be able to sit still..." Tina's fury subsided long enough to notice the paddles sitting beside the girl on her bed, that had surely been there all along... Had she already known about this? Had Lindsay told her about it in advance? "Speaking to your babysitter that way, then coming here and throwing a tantrum? Someone's earned herself a nice, long spanking."

"It's not a tantrum!" Tina insisted, but that didn't stop her from ending up over Charity's lap.

"The proper thing for you to say," Charity informed her, rubbing her lumpy diaper with the paddle, "is 'Please, Auntie Lindsay, could you change me?', followed by a very sincere, 'Thank you.' Since you couldn't get that right, we're going to practice. I want you to count out your spanks, and thank me for each one. You do know how to count, don't you?"

"Yes!" Tina blushed. How dare Charity ask her that?! Her grades had blown Charity's out of the water in high school, of course she knew something as basic as...

"Ow!" she yelped, kicking her feet as the paddle cracked down hard, managing to hurt even through the bulk of the diaper, and its contents, the latter of which made the whole thing infinitely more humiliating.

"No, that's not it," Charity mocked her. "I thought you could count? It starts with one..." Tina huffed, then yelped as she got another smack on the mushy backside. "One..." Charity prompted her.

"O-One," Tina repeated, sniffling.

"One, thank you." Tina groaned, feet swinging as she squirmed. "One, thank you," Charity said again, punctuated by a third spank.

"O-One, th-thank you," Tina caved.

"Much better," Charity nodded. "Now, we'll see if you can count up to fifteen... Any mistakes, or hesitation, and we'll start from the top, until you get it right. Understand?"

Tina could, of course, count to fifteen in her sleep... But she'd just started with one, and already she could feel tears springing to her eyes. If she was crying too hard to speak right away, would Charity take that as hesitation? Tina had a bad feeling those 'fifteen' were going to end up becoming something far more than that...

She had no idea how right she was. "Seven?!" Charity teased, once she'd seen that Tina was too far gone to start over yet again. "Is that really as high as you can count?"

"Y-Yes, Miss Charity," Tina blubbered, willing to say just about anything in the moment to make it stop. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Charity."

"Poor, stupid baby," Charity stroked her hair. "Don't worry... I'm sure your Auntie will help tutor you."

'Tutor' was the wrong word for it... After she'd calmed down, and Lindsay had cleaned her up, gotten her into a fresh diaper and shirt, though, she did do what Charity had instructed her to, certain, if she didn't Lindsay would tattle on her.

"Auntie Lindsay," she stared up at her, "C-Can you teach me?"

"Oh, I would love to," the girl grinned. "Sit your crinkly bottom down right there..."

Tina was positive she was smarter than Lindsay, that, any other time, her grades would be far above anything the other girl could hope to earn... Having to ask her for help was humiliating enough. What Lindsay chose to do, however, was even worse. She returned to the chair she'd had Tina sit in front of with a picture book, reading it out loud to her like she would any toddler.

"Can you tell me what this letter is?" she'd pause and ask, every couple of pages, pointing one out from the sparse words sprinkled across the pages, acting surprised, and proud, when Tina, of course, got them right.

Tina wanted, very badly, to tell her that she wasn't in kindergarten, and that she had real studying she should be doing... Instead, she played along, trying to be obedient, to keep from giving Charity any reason to spank her again. "Thank you, Auntie Lindsay," she chirped politely, when it was done.

"You're very welcome," the babysitter smiled down at her. "Now, let's get you some supper, and then into bed."

"Bed?!" Tina gasped. "B-But I haven't even started..." She fell silent, seeing the look Lindsay gave her. "Y-Yes, Auntie Lindsay," she sighed, hoping she'd get to class early enough tomorrow to get a little of her homework done then. "Th-Thank you."

But when the next morning rolled around, she was greeted by a more pressing matter. "Miss Charity tells me you need help with your counting, too," Lindsay said. "And I think I know just the thing."

Enemas were a very rare thing, the punishment for only the most severe of transgressions... Until now. First thing in the morning, as she whined and protested, and then gulped down her morning bottle sulkily, her quivering, sore bottom was filled up with warm, soapy water.

"Here you go!" Lindsay grinned, putting a clock down in front of the miserable girl, her tummy already churning, wanting to empty itself. " I want you to watch this, and count out every minute... If you make it to fifteen without having an accident, that'll prove you know how to count that high, and I'll change you before we head to school. If not... Well, we'll see how well-behaved you are after your first class."

"I-I can count to fifteen!" Tina insisted. "I-I can do it right now! One, two, three..."

"Tina!" Lindsay scolded. "You already messed up... It hasn't even been one minute! Oh, well... We can try again tomorrow."

"N-No, I wasn't..." Tina shook her head, wriggling uncomfortably. "Th-That doesn't count, right?"

The look on Lindsay's face made it clear that it did, that she'd forfeited her first attempt... And lost by default. Maybe it would be nice, in a matter of speaking, she told herself... At least she wouldn't have to wonder if she was going to mess herself in the middle of class, not when she was going to be starting off already messy. Of course, it wasn't going to do any favors to her concentration, spending the whole time fidgeting in her seat, between her sore bottom, and the squishy mess...

And, to make matters worse, she held out as long as she could anyway, to delay the inevitable, and get an idea of how hard it would be to 'win' tomorrow... And barely made it five minutes before she was squatting down, pooping her pants. Five minutes... Maybe, knowing it was coming, she'd be able to prepare herself mentally a little more... But was she really going to be able to last three times longer?!

She wrinkled her nose, blushing as she stared up at Lindsay, having a very bad feeling that she ought to get very used to starting her days off this way. And to making herself say, "Th-Thank you for trying, Auntie Lindsay. I-I'll do better next time."