Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

"I-I'm really sorry!" Holly blubbered, squirming futilely across the maid's legs. "I-I'm not going to tell your supervisor, or...!"

Her words ended with a squeal, her protests doing nothing to stop the younger woman from delivering another sharp smack to her tender bottom. Unsurprisingly, the maid was nowhere near as strong as Holly's Mommy, unable to deliver anywhere near the same level of spanking - and, thankfully, she'd left Holly's Pull-Up on her, so that dulled the sting even more - but it had still been enough to reduce Holly to tears.

Like with any spanking, it was the emotional aspect that hurt just as much, if not more, than the physical one; the idea of who it was that was doing it, how she'd earned it... How she was supposed to be using her time here to show herself, and Elizabeth, that she didn't belong in diapers, that she could go back to being a grown-up at any time. She had been rude to the maid, more than she should have been, and for no real reason other than her own embarrassment over having wet her bed, and having gotten caught. And it was Holly's fault for not putting the sign out, not signalling that she didn't want anyone to come into her room, and for oversleeping until housekeeping was starting their rounds...

"I know you aren't," the maid said, Holly wailing as the woman's hand crashed down on her, this time hitting her bare thigh. "That doesn't mean you don't need to be punished for acting too big for your britches and trying to threaten me, though. You'll never learn not to do it if you don't face the consequences."

"I-I won't do it again!" Holly promised, kicking her feet. "Never, ever... Ow!"

There were worse punishments out there than spankings, things that were more humiliating, and even more painful. There was just something about spankings, however... Perhaps it was knowing it was something used on actual children, or that it had been used on her when she was a kid... No matter how many times it happened to her, it always made her feel so tiny, so helpless... And having it being done to her by a stranger only amplified that.

"You have no idea how many entitled brats like you I have to deal with on a regular basis here," the maid lectured, swatting Holly's wriggling backside again and again. "Or how many times I've dreamed of doing this to them... And you've given me the perfect opportunity."

"I-I'm sorry!" Holly yelped. "Th-That's not me! I-I don't...!"

And then, somehow, things got worse. She wouldn't have dreamed it was possible, although she should have. She knew her body's schedule, knew what happened every morning... She'd assumed, maybe, that not having her usual breakfast of oatmeal had slowed it down, and it might have, but it was also later than normal now, not to mention the fact that she generally went in the evening as well, and had fallen asleep before she could, after a big supper of adult food that she wasn't used to. She didn't typically get much of a warning; now, if there had been any, it was drowned out by the pain of her spanking.

In fact, she didn't realize anything was happening at all until the spanking stopped, the maid sitting still, gawking down at her in disbelief. "What are you doing?!" she demanded, while Holly sniffled, composing herself as best she could, wondering if this meant it was over.

"I-I'm... b-being a good girl?" she tried, unsure what the woman wanted from her, yet ready and willing to deliver whatever it was.

"No!" the maid scoffed. "That!" She gave the back of Holly's trainers a poke, and only then did Holly feel the growing lump there, realize that her body was pushing, sending a load of squishy mush into her Pull-Ups.

She was pooping her pants, right on the maid's lap! She made an attempt to stop it, of course, but unsurprisingly, now that it had started, there was nothing she could do, no way to stem the tide, to do anything other than wait it out, burying her head in her hands, hoping the maid didn't hear the soft grunts coming from her, unbidden.

"Oh, my God," the maid scoffed, reading Holly like a book. "You didn't know?! Are you still going to pretend like those diapers aren't yours, or that you shouldn't have been wearing them?"

Holly felt her hands being pried away from her face, her body being lifted and turned, force to sit on the maid's lap, a slightly better position than lying over it, other than being forced to look the woman in the eye as she kept helplessly filling her trainers. There hadn't really been any doubt about who was the adult here after the spanking, regardless of physical age; this just hammered it home.

"N-No, ma'am," Holly shook her head, wiping her eyes. "Th-The diapers are mine... A-And I should have been wearing them..."

"And what else?" the maid asked, bouncing Holly on her knee, Holly wrinkling her nose as the mess in her pants squelched and shifted.

"I-I shouldn't have been rude to you, yesterday or today," Holly sniffed. "I-I'm really, really sorry, ma'am..."

"That's okay," the maid smiled down at her. "Judging by how much you're going, I bet you were just cranky because you were all backed up." She reached down, massaging Holly's tummy. "Go on, no need to hold back now... Get it all out..."

Holly couldn't believe this... She couldn't believe she'd wet the bed enough to leak, couldn't believe she'd been caught, couldn't believe she'd gotten spanked, couldn't believe she was pooping her pants... And couldn't believe that the maid was encouraging her, telling her to keep going - not that she had any choice in the matter, at this point. Mortified, she felt her thumb drifting up to her mouth, and couldn't stop herself from starting to suck on it.

"Aww," the maid cooed. "What a little cutie you turned out to be... I bet you'll be even cuter once I get you into a diaper, where you belong."

Holly wanted to protest, but how could she, after all this? After proving she needed them, and tearfully declaring how she ought to be wearing them? Maybe she should tell the woman she could do it herself... She couldn't find the strength for that, however, not when she saw the maid's eyes gleaming, knew that this was, most likely, something else she'd fantasized about doing to rude customers in the past... All she could bring herself to say was a meek, "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

Holly was helped down off of the woman's lap, set on the floor, knees wobbling, though ultimately holding, while the maid got out a diaper, opening it up, laying it across a dry part of the bed, preparing. "Are you all finished?" she asked.

"I-I think so?" Holly mumbled past her thumb, honestly incapable of judging accurately at the moment, with all the emotions swirling through her mind.

The maid raised an eyebrow with a, "Hmm," but that didn't stop her from hauling Holly up and onto the waiting diaper... And then starting to pull it up between Holly's legs.

"W-Wait!" Holly gasped. "A-Aren't you going to...?!"

"You might not be done," the maid countered, Holly unable to dispute that. "Besides, I don't think you deserve clean pants quite yet anyway, I just don't want you leaking all over the place."

"W-Well, you should probably cut some holes in the cover of the Pull-Up, then," Holly pointed out. 

The maid gave her a suspicious look, then shrugged. "I suppose that makes sense," she conceded, walking over to her cart, parking just inside the door, and grabbing a pair of scissors. "You know a lot about this for someone who wanted to pretend these diapers weren't for her."

Holly blushed, sucking her thumb silently, grateful when the woman didn't press the issue any further. There was no need... The fact that the diapers were there, that Holly had wet her bed, and now messed her pants, told the story on their own. The maid made some slits in the Pull-Up, then tugged the diaper back up through Holly's thighs, taping it snugly in place. It was good to know she wasn't going to leak again anytime soon, that the maid wouldn't get mad at her if she dribbled, but this had just been all the embarrassment of a diaper change, with none of the tangible benefits to her.

The maid took Holly by the hand, leading the toddling smaller woman into the bathroom to wipe off her legs, clean her up there at least, before taking her back to the main room and into the corner. "Go on," she ordered, pushing her in that direction with a pat on the swollen seat of her diaper.

A time-out, too, on top of everything else?! Holly whimpered, nursing her thumb even harder as she mumbled, "Do I hafta?"

"You can stand there, or out on the balcony," the maid shrugged, the suggestion more than enough to encourage Holly to waddle her nose into the corner like a naughty little girl. "I thought so."

"I-I could help clean up," Holly offered.

"This is my job, remember?" the maid shot back, Holly wincing at the reminder of one of the things that had landed her in her current position. "Besides, I don't trust that someone who doesn't know how to keep her pants dry will know how to properly clean up after herself."

That was, Holly had to admit, fair. Mommy had her help with chores every now and then, but it was mostly folding laundry, or other very simple tasks. Mommy had so much experience with diapering people, and caring for them, that on the rare occasion Holly leaked, she saw that as her failing more than Holly's, that she'd gotten distracted and not been able to change her in time, so she'd always taken care of the clean-up personally. Holly had no idea what it would take to handle it, to ensure that she didn't leave any stains.

"Could you bring me a plastic sheet?" the maid asked, after a few minutes, and a lot of rustling behind Holly.

"Huh?" Holly furrowed her brow, turning away from the corner. "I-I don't have..."

"Back in the corner!" the maid snapped, Holly obeying instantly, though not before she saw the radio in the woman's hand, and realized she hadn't been speaking to her in the first place. 

"Uh-oh," a crackly voice came over the radio in response. "Did somebody have an accident?"

"They certainly did," the maid replied. "And I didn't expect to have to deal with that this morning. And some bed rails wouldn't be a bad idea, either. And a spare uniform I can change into once I'm done with all this."

"Sure thing, Kristi!" the voice chirped. "I'll bring them right up! What room are you in?"

Holly whimpered, squirming as she listened to the maid give out her room number, realizing that this meant somebody else was going to come up, was going to see her like this, unless the maid - Kristi, apparently - met her out in the hall, didn't let her see inside... The room wasn't tiny, but it was small enough that it would be difficult for somebody not to spot her if they so much as peeked in the door...

"K-Kristi?" she spoke up after a moment or two of mounting dread, positive she was going to hear a knock on her door at any moment. 

"Excuse me?!" Holly flinched, even knowing the maid was on the other side of the room, half expecting her to come flying over to start another round of spanking from the tone she used.

"M-Miss Kristi!" Holly corrected herself. "Ma'am!" 

It wasn't fair... She'd been so excited, last night, to have room service call her 'ma'am', and now she was back to using it herself, desperately hoping that sign of respect would be enough to protect her from being punished for acting like a big girl. 

Thankfully, Kristi accepted it. "That's better," she said. "What is it?"

"C-Could I... go to the bathroom?" Holly asked.

"Are you serious?" the maid scoffed. "How could you possibly have to go any more than you already have?"

Holly blushed, wiggling her mushy butt, glad Kristi couldn't see how red her face was getting. "I-I don't," she admitted. "B-But... C-Can't I wait in there, until the plastic sheet gets here?"

"Oh, I see," Kristi replied. "All right, you can come out of the corner for now."

Holly let out a sigh of relief, turning her head. "Really?"

"Really." Kristi nodded. 

"Thank you!" Holly exclaimed, letting the rest of her body turn as well, shuffling towards the bathroom gratefully.

"Hold on," Kristi grabbed her by the arm as she tried to pass by, holding her in place. "I said you could come out of the corner."

Holly frowned in confusion. "Y-Yeah, and..."

Finally, the knock she'd been fretting over came, sending a shiver down her spine as her eyes darted to the door, trying, in vain, to pull free of the maid's grip. "C-Can I...?"

"You wanted to help, didn't you?" Kristi asked. Holly swallowed, nodded, starting to feel light-headed, a part of her knowing where this was going, while the rest prayed she was mistaken. "Well, then you can go answer the door and get the plastic sheet for your bed. That would be a big help."

"B-But..." Holly pouted, her free hand tugging at the hem of Elizabeth's shirt, nowhere near long enough to hide her diaper.

"Go on," Kristi pushed her in the direction of the door with a swat on the diaper, hard enough to squish the mess inside the inner-most layer, to remind Holly of just how much she'd already humiliated herself in front of Kristi, of how much the younger woman owned her in this moment.

The bathroom door was on the way to the room's exit... She'd pass right by it. She could, in theory, duck inside, lock herself in, wait it out... Would she be fast enough to do all that before Kristi could catch up with her, though? She could stay in the bathroom for a while, but not forever... And Kristi obviously had access to her room, so she could always come back later to punish her for her disobedience...

"Y-Yes, ma'am." It almost felt like a dream as the words drifted from her mouth, and Holly began to toddle towards the door hardly able to believe this was happening. She saw the open door into the bathroom, turned her head just enough to peer inside, to see the toilet there, not all that far from where she'd been when she'd filled her diaper, surely a manageable distance, had she gotten enough warning - and not been in the middle of a spanking - before she felt her thumb popping back into her mouth.

She should take it out before she opened the door, was aware enough to know that, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, to pry it free. It was the only comfort she could find in this moment... And it wasn't like she was going to look that much more mature without it, standing there in a shirt and dirty diaper. She paused, giving one last look to Kristi to see if she'd changed her mind, if this was a test to see if she'd be willing to do it without the intention of actually making her go through with it.

"Go on," Kristi urged. "Don't be rude and leave her waiting."

Holly sighed and, bracing herself, opened up the door, revealing another girl around Kristi's age, in the same uniform. For a moment, the girl seemed confused, and then she let out a giggle. "Aww, look at you!" she gushed, bending down to pinch Holly's cheeks. "Aren't you adorable?" 

"That's how she looks," Kristi scoffed.

"Oh, don't be grumpy," the other maid scolded her. "She can't have made that big of a mess!" And then her nose twitched, and, before Holly could react, she was being spun around. "Or maybe she did," she quipped. "At least it's in a diaper, though!"

"Yeah, now," Kristi said. "I had to put her in it."

"Aww, that's no fair!" the other maid whined. "I bet that was so cute!"

"Feel free to change her, then, Paige," Kristi shrugged, Holly's eyes widening in shame at how casually she offered it, how she hadn't so much as asked Holly's opinion on whether or not she wanted yet another stranger changing her diaper. "I have to clean up this huge wet spot she left."

"Did you leak through these?" Paige gave Holly's diaper a squeeze. "That's kind of impressive! How much did you have to drink?"

"No, she wasn't wearing them," Kristi grumbled.

"Ohhh," Paige nodded. "That makes more sense. That's very naughty! Is that why your bottom's all pink?"

Holly blushed, realizing that, considering how much of her spanking had been aimed at her thighs, it must have been quite obvious what had happened when the girl had gotten a look at her bottom. She nodded bashfully, seeing no point in denying it now.

"Wait, seriously?" Paige giggled. "Kristi, you didn't do that, too, did you?" Kristi smirked proudly. "Kristi! You could get in a lot of trouble for that!"

"I could," Kristi shrugged. "But she's not going to tell anyone, are you?" Holly gulped, shook her head. "And she's not going to be making any more messes for us to clean up, either... Between the two of us, we should be able to make sure she stays in her diapers, where she belongs, at all times. And if we can't, we'll just find someone else to help."

Holly gasped, feeling her Pull-Up, and then the diaper beneath it, warming. This couldn't be happening! She was supposed to be proving she didn't need her diapers! She was never going to do that if she had to wear them all the time! "B-But...!" she protested, turning to Paige, hoping she'd be on her side, that she wouldn't want to go along with this.

"Hush," Paige told her, patting her on the head condescendingly, a huge smile on her face. "The grown-ups are talking, cutie."