The Babysitter - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

"No, ma'am," Vicky said into the phone politely. "I understand. I-If she ever goes on vacation again, though, or can't make it for any reason..."

"Of course, sweetie," Ms. Caldwell replied. "I'll keep you in mind."

Vicky had wanted to ask about that, to inquire why she'd put it that way, if she'd meant anything by it or not. It was hard to tell for certain, though it made her stomach churn either way. She'd thought she'd done a great job babysitting Tara, and Tara definitely seemed to have enjoyed it... Why wouldn't her Momma want to bring her back when she could? Did she disapprove of Vicky's caregiving methods?

Or was she overthinking it? Vicky did have a habit of that... It was hard not to, growing up at her size, struggling to be taken seriously, to make people understand that she wasn't a little, even if she might look like it at times. She could have taken the path of being mean, showing that she was a 'tweener by overtly dominating the actual littles, but she'd decided to go the opposite way, and be as nice as she could.

In her mind, anyway, it was a good choice; unfortunately, it didn't seem to get many results, at least not the kind she wanted. At school, if somebody bumped into her, and stole her stuff, she laughed it off, usually apologizing herself, making it seem like it was her fault. After all, she was so small, it wasn't as if she was going to intimidate anyone who would dare bully her, so why not hope that they felt sorry for her? And when it came to babysitting, she wanted to be a friend to her clients, to help them work through their problems, since she could empathize with a lot of them.

It was a good theory. At school, however, that just appeared to encourage people to be mean to her more... And she had only ever gotten one babysitting client. It didn't help, she assumed, that she was so short herself, prompting anyone who had been on the verge of hiring her to demand an interview beforehand to be sure she knew what she was doing. They'd say it was due to her lack of experience, though she was confident it had more to do with her appearance. And once she told them about her philosophy, something magically always came up, either their usual babysitter becoming available after all, or them having to move date night to another day of the week.

She'd been nearly ready to give up when, finally, Ms. Caldwell had told her yes. She'd really believed this was the break she needed, her gateway into getting more jobs, now that she had a reference... But that 'I'll keep you in mind,' rather than an immediate, enthusiastic, 'Any time!' made her worry that she was right back where she'd started.

She could always ask Tara at school, see if she had any insight; she had to be careful, though, find a way to bring it up without making it obvious what she was talking about. She didn't want to embarrass the poor girl further, especially not with all the difficulties she'd been having with her potty training lately.

Of course, according to Tara, most of those weren't her fault... They were Kaitlyn's. Vicky wasn't sure if she bought the stories the girl told completely or not, as much as she wanted to, and said she did to Tara. It sounded, to Vicky, like she wanted something to blame her accidents on, and her usual babysitter was the most convenient scapegoat. Vicky had heard some horror stories from other classmates Kaitlyn had babysat, and the girl did seem to enjoy humiliating them - and especially Tara - at school when she could, but she had her doubts that Kaitlyn was behind every single time Tara had peed her pants, which had happened enough to land her all the way back in diapers.

Or at least she did until she had an encounter of her own, on her way to the bathroom in between classes. She kept her head down, keeping one hand tight around the strap of her backpack to keep anyone from yanking it off of her shoulder and sending it falling to the floor of the hall, making her stop and gather its contents back up, potentially delaying her long enough to keep her from being able to use the toilet before her next class, so she didn't see Kaitlyn approaching in time to worry about her, or the angry expression on her face.

"There you are!" Kaitlyn snapped, Vicky's head raising at the sound, her heart racing as the girl grabbed her, pushing her against a nearby locker. "What do you think you're doing, you little brat?!"

"I-I..." Vicky shook her head, eyes widening, unsure how to answer, or, in the moment, even what had Kaitlyn so upset. "I-I don't... I-I'm sorry?"

Kaitlyn scoffed. "Oh, I bet you are... How dare you try to steal my client?!"

"Ohh." Foolishly, Vicky felt a tiny wave of relief at that. Had she not been taken so by surprise, she probably would have worked it out on her own first. "W-Well, you were on vacation, so Ms. Caldwell...."

"'W-Well...'" Kaitlyn repeating mockingly, Vicky blushing, hearing the other students around them giggling. "Well, if you're going to steal my clients, I guess somebody ought to teach you how to do it properly!"

Vicky gasped as she was spun around, shoved against the locker again before, out of nowhere, she felt an explosion of pain across her backside. She let out a squeal, one foot kicking behind her, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oww! Wh-Why..?"

"Oh, my God," Kaitlyn snickered. "Are you kidding me?!"

Vicky squirmed, hearing the laughter spreading from Kaitlyn to the rest of her audience, feeling the sense of unease inside her doing the same, not knowing what was going on... Until she felt the first drip from her shorts, down to the top of her knee socks. "Oh, no," she whimpered, wiggling her bottom, wondering now how she hadn't noticed the warmth spreading through them, quickly soaking through her cotton panties into the shorts over top of them until it was too late.

She tried squeezing her thighs together, making it stop, but it didn't do her any good... All she could do was sniffle pathetically as she peed her pants, right in the middle of the hall.

"One spank!" Kaitlyn crowed. "That is so pathetic! Are you sure you aren't a little? I guess not... Even they can hold it longer than that!"

"I-It really hurt!" Vicky whined.

"Aww, did it?" Kaitlyn teased, grabbing her by the wrist. "Poor thing... We'd better get you to the nurse so she can make sure you're okay."

Vicky shook her head in indignation, though it didn't matter, didn't keep Kaitlyn from dragging her through the halls. Vicky hoped there would be a line, that Kaitlyn would give up and leave her there, but they got right in, and Kaitlyn was still there when the nurse took a look at Vicky and sighed, "All right, let's get you into one of your Pull-Ups."

"Well, isn't that funny?" Kaitlyn smirked when Vicky was done, shuffling out of the nurse's office in training panties and a spare skirt. "The nurse just so happened to have a Pull-Up and extra clothes on hand for you."

"N-Not just for me," Vicky protested. "Sh-She has..."

"Then why did she say 'your' Pull-Ups?" Kaitlyn demanded. "And why didn't she seem surprised?"

Vicky groaned, squirmed, feeling trapped. "I-I did have accidents when I was younger," she confessed. "A-And now my Daddy always makes me take that stuff in to the school nurse at the start of every year, even though I haven't done it in so long..."

Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow. "Sure," she said skeptically, but, thankfully, the bell rang, keeping the conversation from going on any longer.

Vicky was certain things were going to get worse for her at school from then on; she had no clue how right she was, or how soon it would happen. She was grateful to see her Daddy's car wasn't in the driveway when the bus pulled up to her house, knowing that would give her time to formulate a story, try to find a way to keep him from overreacting to the phone call the nurse must have made to inform him of her accident.

Instead, she'd barely had time to take off her backpack before she heard the front door open. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, hurrying to meet him, positive that the longer it took for him to find her, the more angry he'd get. "I know what it sounds like, but...!"

She froze as she reached the foyer, nibbling her bottom lip as she saw Kaitlyn standing there. "But what?" she asked. "What were you going to say, Vicky?"

Vicky gulped, shook her head. "I-I don't know," she lied. "Wh-What are you doing here?!"

"Don't you know?" Kaitlyn stepped in closer, Vicky backing away instinctively. "I gave your Daddy a call this afternoon to tell him that I saw your accident, and I was worried about you and how upset you looked, and I asked if maybe he might want to get a babysitter for you for tonight."

"H-He didn't!" Vicky gasped.

"He did," Kaitlyn grinned. "And he's going to be so very disappointed in you when he finds out you had another accident."

Vicky frowned, confused. "B-But I..." Before she could even finish, Kaitlyn was hauling her into the living room, to the couch, dragging her over her lap. "No!" she struggled hopelessly, doing her best to get away, to keep the girl from giving her another spanking.

She should instead, she realized too late, have braced herself, preparing for the inevitable. Perhaps then she wouldn't have had a repeat, wouldn't have felt her Pull-Up's padding warm and swell as soon as Kaitlyn gave her a single spank. That might have wiped the smug look off the girl's face as she lifted Vicky's skirt and gave her trainers a squeeze.

"He didn't tell you that you could spank me!" Vicky glared at her. "I'm telling!"

As Amazons went, her Daddy was far from the worst... He didn't spank her, didn't force her to wear diapers. There was no doubt that he wasn't opposed to at least the latter, however, and she suspected he was more on the fence with the former than he let on to her.

"Then I'll tell him you're lying," Kaitlyn shrugged, giving Vicky's bottom a pat. "You're such a baby, there won't even be any evidence of it left by the time he gets home... There's barely any pink left now."

There was plenty of pink, however, in Vicky's wardrobe, much to Kaitlyn's delight. Vicky was careful to wear as little of it to school as she could get away with, but Daddy hadn't left her many other options. Clearly, Daddy had talked to Kaitlyn about what to do if there was another accident, because the girl went straight to her dresser first, opened up the drawer with her cloth training panties.

"You definitely need these," she declared, holding up a pair of pink ones. "I can't believe your Daddy let your wear big girl panties to school at all! I bet after you peed your pants twice in one day, he won't do that again."

"Yes, he will!" Vicky whined, nibbling her bottom lip anxiously, hoping that Kaitlyn wasn't right.

"Aww, look at this," Kaitlyn cooed as she grabbed a pink t-shirt as well. "These match pretty well, don't they?"

"I-I didn't leak!" Vicky protested. "I-I can stay in...!"

Kaitlyn ignored Vicky, stripping her out of the clothes she'd picked out for herself, particularly happy to take away her bra. "So much padding!" she mocked. "I don't think you need these, sweetie... The only padding you need is in your panties."

She seemed quite proud of herself when she was done, looking down at Vicky in her trainers and t-shirt. "C-Can't I at least wear some shorts, or...?" Vicky pouted, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Definitely not," Kaitlyn told her. "I have to know the second you piddle in your pants again!"

"I-I'm not gonna!" Vicky stomped her foot in frustration.

Kaitlyn giggled. "Are you sure you aren't a little?" she asked, tapping her on the nose. "You fit the part so well... And I haven't even taken a look at your nursery yet."

Vicky's eyes widened. "I-I don't have...!" she squealed, hurrying after Kaitlyn as she walked out of the room, down the hall. "Kaitlyn!" she groaned, watching her walk straight towards that dreaded doorway, so confidently that her Daddy must have told her about it, probably 'just in case' she needed anything from in there.

"This is so much better!" Kaitlyn declared, throwing open the door. "How adorable!"

Vicky sighed, fidgeting in the doorway, not wanting to set a foot inside. She was lucky her Daddy didn't make her stay in there... But it was always there, right down the hall from her room, a constant threat...

"Is this your blanky?" Kaitlyn picked up a blanket draped over the bars of the crib. Vicky shook her head, though it didn't stop the sitter from shoving it into her arms, or from putting her into a pair of booties, leading her up to the mirror to look at herself. Vicky whimpered at the sight of the toddler staring back at her, feeling, and watching, her thumb slowly creep its way into her mouth.

"You sure you aren't a little?" Kaitlyn asked again. Vicky couldn't make herself speak, merely shaking her head. "That's too bad," Kaitlyn told her, leading her away from the mirror finally, over to the changing table, where her Daddy had stacks and stacks of diapers ready and waiting. "That might make what I'm going to do to you a bit less humiliating..."

Vicky felt a little light-headed, too much so to fight back as Kaitlyn grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it up and off of her, then picking her up altogether and laying her down on the changing table. "Wh-What are...?" she could barely talk, wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer anyway.

"I think you know," Kaitlyn grinned, reaching down to grab a diaper, holding it up in front of Vicky, who shook her head in horror. "Yes," Kaitlyn countered. "I'm going to have you in these in no time, you little brat... And there's nothing you can do about it."

The worst part was the wetness Vicky could feel spreading through her trainers at the mere thought of it, making her worry that much more that the other girl's words might, in fact, be true.