A Firm Hand - Part 4 (Patreon)

A continuation of this series from last year, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.

"Daddy, I promise," Chloe pouted, nibbling her bottom lip as she stared up at the selfie camera on her phone, trying not to pay attention to the skeptical expression, looking back at her from the screen. "I wouldn't break the rules! I told you, I'm a good girl!"

"Yes, you've said that," her Daddy nodded. "But I've seen very little evidence of that, so you'll have to excuse me if I need a bit more than your word to go on."

As much as she would have liked to pretend otherwise, to blame her step-sister, Faith, Chloe knew that was her fault. Faith hadn't helped things, but Chloe had been the one who started to tell her Daddy made-up stories about her naughty exploits, finding the threat of him spanking her thrilling... At least, when she'd thought she'd never seen him in person, and he'd never actually be able to follow through on them.

That had all changed at the start of this school year, however; Chloe squirmed, blushing as her diaper crinkled, practically still able to feel her bottom throbbing after the punishment she'd gotten when he'd come to visit, when Faith had given him her address... And when he'd left her with a underwear drawer full of diapers.

"But... Daddy!" Chloe whined. "Why don't you trust me?"

"I'll apologize once you show me," he said sternly. "Now, do it, or I'll have to assume that you're lying, and act accordingly."

Chloe cursed silently. How could she not have been prepared for this?! She should have known better... Then again, how could she have guessed that he'd somehow see through her this easily? Sometimes she was ready, just in case, but there were some days when she got lazy, and she honestly didn't recall which it was, what she'd done after she'd gotten back to her room after supper, before Daddy had called.

"I-I'm wearing one now," she lowered the camera, lifting up her skirt to flash him the diaper. "See?"

"Very good," he told her. "But I still need to see more."

She sighed, running out of options. "Okay," she resigned herself, toddling over to her dresser and pulling open the top drawer, bracing herself. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw how she'd left it, having not quite been able to remember. "See?" she repeated smugly. "All diapers!"

Indeed, that was all you could see inside, stack after stack of bulky, white plastic bundles. The sight sent a shiver down Chloe's spine, one of embarrassment, yet also excitement. She'd dreamed about that, of course, but the reality was very different from her fantasy. 

"Good girl," he praised her. "Could you move the first layer for me?"

Chloe gulped, feeling a tiny trickle in her diaper. "Wh-What for?"

"Chloe," he glared through the phone. "Do as you're told."

"Yes, sir," she grumbled, pushing the diapers aside. The first few revealed only more diapers beneath them, and she hoped that would be enough, that he'd assume he was being suspicious for no reason... And then, she felt cloth under one as she started to pick it up. "Y-You see?" she tried. "Do we have to do this for all of them? It's going to take all night!"

"I have time," he replied. "And if you weren't fibbing and you finished all your homework already, then so do you... Trust me, I know when your bedtime is." Obviously he did; he was the one who had set it. "Keep going."

Chloe attempted to fidget with the other diapers, to rearrange them with one hand, without Daddy seeing, but she could tell it was a lost cause. With a deep breath, she lifted the diaper, showing off the small stash of new panties she'd bought.

"Chloe!" Daddy scolded. "You know better, young lady! You are not ready for those!"

"I-I know, Daddy," Chloe squirmed. "I-I just needed them to motivate me to do better with my potty training. I-I don't wear them..."

"Then show them to me," Daddy ordered. Chloe moved the phone closer to the drawer. "You know that's not what I meant," he told her impatiently. "Pick them up and show them to me."

She changed her story instantly. "I-I had to try them on to see if they fit, but that's all!" But as she held them up in front of the phone's camera, she could see the stains in them. Just like what had happened a few moments earlier, when she'd had an accident in her diaper, she'd found herself growing so used to her padding that, even after she'd gone out and bought herself some new underwear, she sometimes found herself with a wet spot in her undies.

That was part of why she'd done this in the first place, because she could feel her control starting to slip, and knew that, if she spent too much longer diapered constantly, it might go even further, and she might genuinely need to be potty trained again, as mortifying as that would be... So, what she'd told her Daddy wasn't entirely a lie. On the other hand, she also hadn't gotten over being self-conscious about wearing her diapers to class, and was scared that people were starting to suspect something.

"Either you tried them all on, and you're so bad at holding your pee-pee that even the few seconds it took you to see if they fit was too long for you," Daddy commented, making Chloe blush bright red, "or you're fibbing."

Chloe didn't want to admit to either of those, though she knew she didn't really have to... He must know the truth. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she sniffed.

"I think you'd better come for a visit this weekend," he said. "And we can discuss it then."

"Daddy!" Chloe wiggled her bottom, positive she knew what that discussion would entail. "I-I said I was sorry!"

"You must think that you're ready for big girl panties again," he told her. "And I have all your old ones... It would be cheaper for you to get those than to buy yourself new ones."

Chloe narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Y-Yeah, it would be," she admitted, feeling a 'but' coming on.

"Looking at the evidence, I'd say that you aren't, but I'll be fair, and give you a chance to prove it in person." That meant he'd have a chance to punish her if she failed... She wasn't going to do that, however! She was an adult... If she really concentrated, and did her best, she could make it through a couple days without an accident! There was no way she was that far gone!

"Umm... Daddy?" she asked before they hung up, unable to help herself. "H-How did you know?"

The answer shouldn't have surprised her, except for the fact that she was in a whole different city, miles and miles away. "Your sister told me I ought to check in."

"Are you spying on me?!" Chloe demanded, calling Faith as soon as Daddy hung up. 

"Hello to you, too," Faith smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you shouldn't get so worked up, or you might have..."

Chloe cut her off, cheeks pink, knowing she'd already had an accident. "I got a call from Daddy," she explained. "And he said you told him to check in on me..."

"Maybe I was just worried about my baby sister," Faith shrugged innocently. "Is that a crime?"

"How did you know?!" Chloe fumed.

"And maybe I made friends with someone from your school online," Faith said. "Maybe I asked her to keep an eye on you, and she told me you'd started wearing tighter jeans again, and shorter skirts, and..."

"You are spying on me!" Chloe shook her head. 

"I'm sorry," Faith told her, not sounding totally convincing. "I was concerned."

"Well, now you've earned me a spanking," Chloe informed her, "so thanks a lot!"

Faith giggled, making Chloe wonder if trying to guilt her had actually been such a good idea, or if she should have kept that to herself. "It's because of something you did, so you can't really blame me... I am sorry, though. I'll make it up to you!"

Chloe didn't know how she was going to do that until, a few days later, right before her trip to Daddy's place, she got a package in the mail. She opened it up to find a small tin of homemade cookies. It didn't totally make up for things, of course, but it was nice, and they were a good snack for the drive. 

She was feeling better about the whole situation, too... Daddy would probably spank her, sure, for lying to him, but he'd already set this up as a chance for her to prove she was potty trained. She'd been working harder at keeping herself from having accidents, at proving to herself that she still was, and she was confident she wouldn't have any problems. Things might not be completely back to normal after that, though being able to go home with all her old underwear would be a big step in the right direction, at least.

"You made it!" Daddy smiled, greeting her at the door with a hug and a kiss on the top of her head. "Did you have a safe trip? Are you hungry?"

"Uh-huh," she answered. "And no, not really..."

"You didn't eat a bunch of junk, did you?" he asked suspiciously. She hadn't... She had gone through the whole tin of cookies, however, and, while there hadn't been all that many in there, her tummy was feeling very full...

"Well, that's all right," he said. "We can wait until suppertime to eat. This just means we can get right to our discussion about lying."

"Y-Yes, Daddy," she nodded, following him nervously through the house, into the bathroom, where she fully expected him to bring out a hairbrush. 

Instead, he asked, "Do you need to use the potty?", then helped her out of her diaper and set her on the toilet. She was glad to see that he wasn't cheating, that he was giving her a fair shot... She was less happy when she was finished, and he produced a fresh bar of soap, lathering it up. "This is what happens to naughty little girls who tell lies to their Daddies," he lectured, shoving the soap into her mouth, working it back and forth as she whimpered and drooled, knowing how much she deserved this, considering all the lies she'd told him since they started talking. "We're going to wash all those lies away... And then you're going to stand in the corner for fifteen minutes to think about what you did."

Fifteen minutes... That wasn't so bad. She could do that! The mouth-soaping was embarrassing, of course, having him scrub her mouth out, suds dribbling down her chin, but soon enough, this would all be over, and she could get on to proving she should be allowed back in panties...

It didn't take long after she was put into the corner for her to feel it; she might have noticed it earlier, if she weren't being distracted by her punishment. She shifted in place, that fullness in her tummy starting to seem like something else... "D-Daddy?" she sniffed. "C-Can I...?"

"No, Chloe," he cut her off. "I don't want to hear another word from you. You're in time-out."

Chloe swallowed, biting down on her lip. "B-But Daddy, I need..."

"There's nothing you need that can't wait until you're finished," he said. "You just used the potty, and you said you weren't hungry... It's not that much longer..."

He had let her sit on the toilet, and she'd peed... He hadn't left the bathroom, however, so she'd been too embarrassed to do anything more, and it hadn't felt so bad then... But it was coming on so much faster and stronger than she expected, than she was used to... Almost enough to make her wonder if there was something extra in those cookies, if they hadn't been an apology, so much as an assurance that she wouldn't be able to make it through the weekend without proving that she ought to stay in diapers for a long, long time...

"Daddy!" she squealed, bouncing frantically, seeing the writing on the wall, feeling the warm mush inside her straining to get out... To her surprise, Daddy got up, walked over to her, and she thought she'd done it, she'd convinced him, that he'd take her to the bathroom and she'd be fine...

And then, instead, he pushed an oversized pacifier into her mouth. She felt herself start to suck on it automatically as she turned her head to watch him go, a sense of hopelessness washing over her. She heard the sound of crinkling first, her diaper starting to expand behind her, before she even realized it was happening, and knew that it was too late. It wasn't fair! She didn't even have trouble with this, hadn't had any messy accidents whatsoever! It had to be those cookies... She shuddered, wondering how long they'd last, if this was going to be the last time this happened this weekend. She might not even be feeling the full force of them yet... Next time, it might come even faster, be even harder to control... 

No doubt, by the end of the weekend, she'd definitely prove that she was nowhere near ready to be out of diapers, if she hadn't already, filling them less than fifteen minutes after being taken out of the bathroom... There was no way Daddy was sending her home with any big girl panties after this... And no way he was going to believe her when she tried to blame it all on Faith, even if it was the truth.