Smart House - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

"You can't do this!" Brigid fumed, but, just like when she'd tried to say the same to Pat about various things, the words themselves did little to stop Carissa.

"This is for your own good, Brigid," the girl lectured as she lathered up the bar of soap, standing in front of the door, leaving Brigid trapped on the other side of the bathroom with no way out. She could have attempted to shove past Carissa, hope that the suds on her hands would make her grip slippery, that Brigid would be able to slide out of it and keep going if she grabbed for her arm when she went past... But even that assumed Brigid had the strength to push her 'babysitter' out of the way in the first place, and as tall as the girl was, she wasn't confident that was happening.

"No, it isn't!" Brigid insisted. "You have to listen to me! I don't know what Pat has told you, or..."

"Pat told me she needed a babysitter," Carissa replied. "And she told me how much she was willing to pay, and for that amount, I'm happy to do anything she wants."

"But that's my money!" Brigid's stomach twisted, her mind wondering how much she was spending on this. She should have known it was a mistake to let Pat have access to her accounts so she could have groceries delivered... Now, she could use that money for anything! 

"Sure, it is," Carissa smirked condescendingly.

"It is!" Brigid stomped her foot. Could the girl really not see it?! "I own this house! I am an adult, and...!"

"You certainly don't look like one, standing there in your little uniform and your wet Pull-Up, throwing a tantrum," Carissa teased.

That shut Brigid up, reminding her of the state of her training pants, and the fact that she'd gone to work like that, been seen by so many people, dressed like a child... She whimpered softly, trying to figure out how she was going to explain this away, when she was able to dress like a normal adult next. The story she'd used on Mr. Humphrey wouldn't work on her co-workers, who would know they had nothing to do with any schools at the moment... It had almost not even worked on him.

"I'm glad to see you are at least able to recognize how ridiculous you're being," Carissa said. "That lets me know that you are aware that you deserve this."

Brigid's eyes widened as the sitter turned, soap in hand. "N-No!" she gasped, clamping her hands over her mouth. "L-Listen! This is my house! It's a smart house, and Pat isn't even real, she's a hologram, and..!"

"Well, of course she is," Carissa snickered. "Do you honestly think I didn't know that, silly?"

"Th-Then you have to know that I'm not a child!" Brigid reasoned. "I'm the only one living here! How could that be the case if I was the little girl she told you I am?! Her... database is corrupted or something, and I have to use that screwdriver to get into her control center to reset it!"

"It doesn't matter to me what you are," Carissa shrugged. "If you want to know the truth, it's more fun this way... I don't have to worry about being too mean to a kid. I'm sure a big, bad grown-up like you can take whatever I throw at you."

Brigid gulped, staring up at the girl, feeling another trickle of warmth in her training panties, fading the guitar further. "Wh-Whatever Pat is paying you, I can pay you more! It's all my money anyway, and...!"

"Brigid," Carissa's tone changed, sending a shiver down Brigid's spine as the girl's voice gained all the authority of a babysitter talking down to their much smaller charge, someone they had complete control over. "Move your hands away from your mouth right now, young lady, and let me carry out your punishment, or I'm going to put you over my knees first."

There was another dribble, her cheeks burning. She hadn't thought about spanking as something that could happen to her in years and years, and now today, it had been threatened twice, once jokingly and this time seemingly not, and featured in her imagination quite heavily. It really did feel like she was slipping back in time, turning into more and more of a helpless little girl... One who couldn't even keep her underwear totally dry...

"Fine, then," Carissa shrugged, setting the bar of soap on the side of the sink. "That's fine with me." 

"No!" Brigid squealed, her bladder letting go one final time, letting loose a deluge, soaking her padding completely as the girl opened up the cabinet and took out Brigid's heavy, wooden hairbrush, all those threats, and Brigid's humiliating fantasy, coming true all at once. "Y-You can do it! You can soap my mouth!" she yanked her hands away, putting them behind her back, though she had to use them to hold on to one another tightly to keep them from returning to her face.

"I know I can," Carissa replied. "I'm your babysitter... I can do whatever I want."

And, to demonstrate, she sat down on the closed toilet lid, yanking Brigid over her lap, the little lawyer unable to stop her as she lifted the back of her skirt. "Oh, my God," Carissa giggled, Brigid squeaking as she felt her warm, damp padding being pressed against her by the top of the hairbrush. "I thought you were only a little wet... You are absolutely soaked, young lady! Have you been piddling your pants while we've been talking? When the toilet was right here?!"

It hadn't fully sank in how embarrassing that was until Carissa had pointed it out, until Brigid was, in a way, on the toilet, even though she had her babysitter, the closed lid, and her Pull-Ups, between her and being able to use it. Of course, she hadn't done any of it on purpose, her body leaking on its own thanks to her nerves, and fear, yet that wasn't much comfort in the moment. "N-No," she shook her head, sniffling, as if denying it was enough to make it untrue.

Carissa clearly had no interest in humoring her. "Yes, you did," she poked at the trainers again. "And now you're lying... I think that deserves some line writing, when we're all done here."

"No!" Brigid wailed, kicking her feet uselessly at the injustice of it all, as childish punishment after childish punishment was heaped onto her, making it so much harder to remember that she was the adult here, that she was definitely older than this girl whose knees she was draped across.

"Yes, I think so," Carissa grinned. "Now, then, I think we'd better get started... We don't want to keep you up past your bedtime, do we?"

That was all the warning Brigid got before the hairbrush came crashing down onto her backside. She yelped as the pain spread, one of her hands automatically trying to rub the spot. "Th-That hurt!" she gasped.

"I'm sure it did," Carissa agreed, grabbing her hand and pushing it away, pinning it, and Brigid's other one, to the small of her back. "And, sweetie? That was just the warm-up."

The hairbrush smacked down again, Brigid squealing, practically able to feel the pinkness spreading across her bottom, the flesh swelling slightly. She groaned, imagining the next day, if she couldn't put a stop to this whole charade, wondering how she was going to explain in the next meeting why she was unable to sit still, why she was fidgeting so much... And that was assuming her skirt wasn't short enough to allow a bit of the red to peek out, to let everyone see exactly what had happened to her, how she'd been treated...

"You are a naughty! Little! Girl!" Carissa punctuated each of the last three words with another spank, the quick succession of them earning louder and louder cries from Brigid, as the sitter moved the brush, being sure to swat every inch of her rear, to ensure there would be no comfortable spot for her to find. "You can't even use the potty correctly, can you?"

"Y-Yes, I..." Brigid protested, desperate to set to record straight, despite her situation, only to be cut off with another swing, her final word dissolving into a wordless wail, tears springing to her eyes.

"If you could," Carissa mocked, "you wouldn't be lying here in a drenched Pull-Up, would you? I guess if that's what you want..."

At first, Brigid was grateful, glad to feel the cool air rushing in, caressing her warm, red bottom. Letting Carissa see her naked was embarrassing, obviously, yet, compared to what had just been happening, it was hard to care too much. And it was nice to be free from the infantile underthings...

Until the hairbrush cracked down on her backside again. She wouldn't have thought the padding would have been enough to make that much of a difference, but it either was, or Carissa was spanking her far harder... Or both. Her eyes had been damp before; instantly, she was bawling, feet thrashing. "I-I'm sorry!" she whimpered. 

"You're getting there," Carissa nodded, though she didn't stop until Brigid was a blubbering mess on her lap, unable to form words, her rear on fire as her sitter helped her sit up, giving her a hug. 

"It's all right," Carissa cooed into her ear. "It's over now."

"I-It..." Brigid sobbed, the two simple words taking far too long for her to get out. "I-It is?"

"It is," Carissa repeated, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair out of Brigid's face gently. "Well... That part of it. But you really have been a very naughty little girl, haven't you?"

Brigid didn't want to agree to that, but looking up at the bigger girl, the evidence of what she'd just done to the lawyer throbbing behind her, she knew she didn't have a choice. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she said.

"So, that's why you're going to stand right here," Carissa told her, setting her down on the floor, Brigid's knees threatening to buckle at first, Carissa's grip remaining strong until the woman had manage to rally her strength, "while I get you a fresh pair of training pants."

Brigid wanted very badly to say she didn't need them, but when she wiped her eyes, she saw clearly her old ones on the floor, soaked, having fallen off her feet at some point in the spanking. She blushed and squirmed in place, nodding meekly. "Y-Yes ma'am," she said again, quieter.

"Good girl," Carissa patted her on the head. "Wait here." She took Brigid by the shoulders, turning her around, guiding her into the corner. Brigid resisted slightly, for a moment, realizing that was yet another punishment she was being subjected to, something else that would be more appropriate for a toddler than a fully grown adult, before giving in, allowing it to happen.

She heard footsteps retreating behind her, the door opening, but not closing. She had no idea how much the cameras in the bathroom were able to see - nothing, according to Pat, or at least nothing more than they needed to keep the systems running properly - though now, there was no doubt Pat would be able to look in, to see what Carissa had done to her... She couldn't really approve of all this, could she?!

She would have liked to turn around to see if Pat had materialized one of her forms there, to try to plead with her... Or to close the door herself, lock it, keeping Carissa away from her... She was too scared, however, to risk it. What if Carissa hadn't left after all? What if this was a test, and if she failed, she'd be in for a second spanking? She whimpered at that thought, rubbing her poor, battered bottom, wincing at the pain even the light brush of her fingers brought. How could this have happened to her?! 

"Here we go!" Carissa chirped. "You can turn around now, sweetie! Good girl!" She was holding a fresh pair of Pull-Ups, kneeling down to let Brigid step into them, sliding them up her legs. "Much better! Now you can pee your pants all you want and not make a mess for me or Pat to clean up!"

Brigid groaned, wrinkling her nose, Carissa snickering at her reaction. "I-I'm not going to," Brigid shook her head. 

"We'll see about that," Carissa shrugged smugly, Brigid gulping in response, wondering what the girl knew that she didn't. "For now..." She picked up the bar of soap, running it under the water once more. "I think it's time to try this again, don't you?"

The only appropriate reply, as much as Brigid hating giving it, was, "Y-Yes, ma'am," stepping forward and obediently opening her mouth. Brigid nearly gagged as the soap was shoved into her mouth, feeling it slide against her teeth, bits of it shaving off, getting stuck in the crevices, guaranteeing she'd be tasting it for a long time to come.

Carissa pulled her closer to the sink, turning her to make her look into the mirror, seeing her red eyes, her tear-stained cheeks, the soap jutting out from beneath her lips, a sorry sight all around. "I hear you were using naughty language this morning," Carissa said. "The kind of words only adults should use... Are you are adult, Brigid?"

She was! Brigid knew she was, and that she should say it, shouldn't let herself be bullied out of her identity this way... But her throbbing backside, the snug embrace of her Pull-Ups, the ridiculous school uniform she'd spent all day in... All of it was taking its toll on her, wearing down on her. She tried to speak, but the mouthful of soap made it impossible, so she shook her head instead.

"No," Carissa confirmed, "you aren't." She grabbed the bar of soap, working it back and forth, to and fro, lathering up the whole of Brigid's mouth, as thorough with it as she had been with the hairbrush. This time, however, Brigid could watch it in real time, could see her mouth fill with suds as they began to dribble down her chin, could observe how pitiful and helpless she looked, standing there, unable - or unwilling, rather, too intimidated by the threat of another spanking - to do anything about it, even when she could feel it start to grow more uncomfortable, to burn slightly, a fire to match the one on the other end of her body, though far less intense.

"You're not going to say any more naughty grown-up words anymore, are you?" Carissa asked finally. Brigid eagerly shook her head. "In fact, you aren't going to use any grown-up words at all, are you?" Brigid hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly what that entailed, prompting Carissa to grab the soap again, moving it back and forth until Brigid shook her head once more, recognizing that it didn't matter, that she was going to agree to whatever her sitter wanted.

Carissa slid the soap out of Brigid's mouth, a deluge of suds coming with it, mostly splashing into the sink beneath her, although that was mostly out of her control. "Look at what a mess you made!" Carissa scolded, examining the front of Brigid's uniform. "We'd better get this off so Pat can clean it."

Without another word, or any permission, she whisked the jumper off of Brigid, setting it on the sink and starting to unbutton her shirt. In no time whatsoever, she had stripped Brigid down to her Pull-Ups, and was shoving her clothes into her arms, marching her out of the bathroom like that. "Oh, Pat?" Brigid called, the hologram appearing instantly. 

"What do you need?" she asked.

"Brigid here," Carissa said, giving Brigid's bottom a swat, the woman gasping in pain at even that light touch, without the help of the hairbrush, and through her trainers, "has something she'd like to say to you."

"What is it, dear?" Pat asked, bending down to look Brigid in the eye. 

Brigid frowned, glancing up at Carissa uncertainly, not knowing what she was supposed to do. "Apologize for what you did to your clothes, young lady," Carissa ordered.

"I-I'm sorry," Brigid parroted obediently. "I-I made a big mess."

"That's all right," Pat told her with a smile. "I expect nothing less from a little girl like you." Brigid stayed silent, having a feeling that protesting that would count as 'grown-up words.' "You can just drop those on the floor there, I'll take care of them."

"No," Carissa spoke up before Brigid could obey, "I think she ought to put them in the hamper herself."

"I'm not sure that's necessary," Pat said, pausing for a second. "If you think it's best, though, I suppose it won't hurt."

Carissa marched Brigid to the hamper to drop off the uniform, then paraded her back through the house, naked except for her Pull-Ups, to the living room, making her lie down on the floor on her stomach with a pad of construction paper and a box of crayons. "I want you to write, 'I will not lie about being a big girl and not needing my Pull-Ups' as many times as you can fit on that piece of paper," she commanded. "And no cheating... If you try to be clever and just write it really big, I'm going to make you fill up every page."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Brigid nodded.

"Very good," Carissa beamed. "Now I am going to take this screwdriver you so helpfully brought me," she pulled it out of her pocket, "and do something useful with it."

"Wh-What...?" Brigid started to ask.

"That's none of your business, is it?" Brigid thought that it was, since it was happening in her house, but she didn't dare say that. "You have your own work to worry about."

Brigid looked down at the construction paper, sighing. It looked so big... She started to scrawl down the embarrassing sentence, grateful that, at the very least, she wasn't having to sit on her bottom and do this. Lying over top of the page provided its own challenges, however, her mouth still dribbling bubbles from her mouth-soaping, forcing her to wipe it every now and then, some sudsy drool making its way onto the paper regardless of her best efforts, as her hands started to hurt slightly from the repeated motion, her cheeks permanently pink at what it was she was writing, over and over.

She knew none of it was true, of course, and that Carissa was aware of that, too... That didn't make it much better, though, especially not when she had to keep writing it, keep admitting to that same humiliating lie... That lie that didn't feel as much like a lie as it should have, with her lying there in a Pull-Up just like the one she'd drenched earlier today, with a spanked bottom and a soaped mouth, and a growing discomfort in her tummy...

"Brigid!" The woman jumped as she heard Carissa's voice over her, having been so engrossed that she hadn't noticed her footsteps. "Look at this mess you're making! Honestly..." She bent down, ripping the page off the pad. "I don't want a wet piece of paper... Start again."

"B-But..." Brigid whimpered, staring at the page she'd been working on, that was almost done, and then down at the fresh one, her hand aching at the thought of starting fresh, tears springing to her eyes.

"No buts," Carissa crossed her arms. "Get to work."

"Actually," Pat appeared, "she needs to take a break to eat her supper, or else she's going to be late getting to bed!"

Brigid never thought she'd be so grateful to have a bedtime at her age, but if that was what she needed to keep from having to write out a second page of lines, she would take it.

"I don't think so," Carissa said casually. "The way she's been behaving today, I think she ought to go to bed without supper... At least, if she isn't able to finish her punishment in time."

Brigid, still on the floor, looked between the two standing above her, deciding her fate. Pat had backed down before... Would she do it again? 

"I need to make sure she has the proper nutrition for each day," Pat told Carissa. "I can't do that if she doesn't eat all of her meals."

"It's only this once," Carissa pointed out. "And you can give her something extra for breakfast."

Brigid stayed silent, knowing she had no say in this matter, even if she was the subject of the conversation. 

"It's a classic form of discipline," Carissa went on. "It's been used for years and years."

"Well," Pat relented, "that does seem to be the case. You don't think she's been punished enough already?"

Carissa smirked, grinning down at the squirming Brigid at her feet, who was realizing who had won this battle. "Not hardly," she said. "Trust me, I know what's best for our little girl... That's why you hired me, isn't it? Now, then, Brigid... Get back to those lines... Or do I need to get the hairbrush again to give you some encouragement?"