The Babysitter - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

"Daddy, please!" Vicky whined, staring up at him, batting her eyes. "I promise, I don't need a babysitter!"

"I don't know, Vicky," he told her, though his tone made it clear that he did; he just knew that his answer was not what Vicky wanted to hear.

"Daddy!" It took everything Vicky had not to stomp her foot in frustration. "I AM a babysitter now! That means I don't need one myself anymore!"

"You were a babysitter," he reminded her gently. 

"I-It's not like I got fired!" she pouted. "I did a good job! Her regular sitter just came back, and it would have been rude not to hire her back!"

"But nobody else has hired you," he said, as if she didn't know that. "And you are back in Pull-Ups."

Vicky nibbled her bottom lip, squirming, feeling the padding beneath her skirt. "W-Well, I don't hafta be..." she shrugged bashfully. 

He chuckled. "I think you do, sweetie... You've been wetting yourself an awful lot again lately. I doubt anyone is going to want you to sit for their littles when you can't keep your pants dry yourself."

"I can!" Vicky finally lost the battle, the sole of her sneaker smacking against the floor beneath her in anger. "If you'd just get my panties back out of the attic, I...!"

Daddy's eyes narrowed, Vicky falling silent, realizing the mistake she'd made. "Why do you know where your panties are, young lady?" he demanded. She shook her head. "You know better than to do that... When I confiscate your big girl panties, you have to earn them back, and being sneaky only proves that you aren't ready for them again yet."

"I didn't, Daddy!" Vicky sniffed. "I-I just assumed... I-I guessed, that's all!"

"Then I suppose if we were to go empty out the top drawer of your dresser, we wouldn't find anything other than trainers there?" Vicky couldn't answer that, couldn't make her mouth open, couldn't form the words. "I think we'd better do that."

"Daddy!" Vicky's face turned bright red as she scrambled after him, her shorter legs not fast enough to keep up as he stormed into her room, as he pulled open her dresser, began to dig through it. She felt sick to her stomach, watching it, tugging at the hem of his shirt frantically. "Daddy, don't! I don't have any, I swear!"

She didn't, though she had found his hiding space other times he'd demoted her to trainers for a while, had been tempted to sneak some out to wear at school. This time, however, she knew better than to take any chances, not while Kaitlyn was giving him ideas. She felt bad for ever doubting Tara's stories about the girl; she was a terror. Even so, having her Daddy rifle through her bras and her trainers, the closest thing she had to panties for the time being, was humiliating enough.

And that was before he stopped, pulling out a pair of tiny, lacy undies, holding them aloft. "Then what are these, Vicky?" he glared down at her. 

Vicky gasped, genuinely shocked. "I-I don't know, Daddy!" she shook her head. "Th-They aren't mine!"

"I certainly didn't buy them for you," he turned them over in his hand, scowling at their skimpiness. "These are incredibly inappropriate, young lady!"

"Th-They're not mine!" Vicky repeated, growing more and more scared. Not only had he found a pair of panties when she'd insisted she had none, they were the kind he'd never have approved of her wearing even when she was allowed them... She was going to be in big trouble now, unless she could talk her way out of it. But... How?! They had been right there, in her drawer. Who else could have put them there?

It dawned on her, so obvious she was embarrassed it had taken as long as it had. "Kaitlyn," she rolled her eyes. "Kaitlyn put those there, Daddy! She's trying to frame me, to get me in trouble!"

"I'd say you're doing a good job of that on your own, Vicky." She squeaked as he crumpled up the panties, pushed them into her protesting mouth. "I've heard enough out of you... You know you aren't allowed to wear these kinds of underwear, so you must have gone out and got them on your own, which you also aren't allowed to do, and now you're trying to blame it on your babysitter because you don't like how strict she is. Well, that's too bad, because I'd say she has some excellent ideas..."

Vicky groaned into her panties, heart fluttering wildly as he grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it and dragging her over his lap. He couldn't... He wouldn't...

One sharp swat across her backside informed her exactly how wrong she was. She squealed in pain, his spank much more painful than any Kaitlyn had given her, even through her trainers. It was hardly a shock, then, that she lost control, that she felt her bladder emptying itself into her pants so that, by the time her Daddy lifted her skirt, readying to tug her Pull-Ups down, she was soaked.

"Look at this," he sighed. "And you tried to tell me you didn't need these... I think somebody is getting a little too comfortable lying lately. As soon as I take those panties out of your mouth, young lady, so I can throw them away, I'm going to replace them with a bar of soap! Then you're going in the corner to wait for your babysitter, who you clearly absolutely do need!"

"Daddy!" Vicky whined behind the panty gag, feet kicking behind her helplessly.

"Keep it up," he threatened, giving her bottom another whap, "and I'll put you back in diapers. She's been right about everything else so far, so she might have a point there, too."

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The last thing Vicky wanted to do after being sat by Kaitlyn was to see her at school, especially to willingly seek her out; usually, the girl was good enough at finding her, at tormenting her, telling her friends about what she'd done to her, showing off pictures, finding some excuse, if they were somewhere the teachers couldn't see her, to spank her, make her pee her pants, earning her even more time in trainers.

She had to do something, though. At this rate, if she let the girl keep talking to her Daddy, keep influencing the way things ran at her house, she really would wind up back in diapers, and she couldn't let that happen. She couldn't wind up like Tara...

She knew she wasn't likely to find Kaitlyn away from her friends, either, to add an extra bit of humiliation, having to do this with an audience. It took all the courage she could muster to march up to the pack, to clear her throat and say, trying her hardest to keep her voice from shaking, "Kaitlyn, we need to talk."

Kaitlyn turned, smirked. "Aww, what's wrong?" she cooed. "Do you need a change? You know you have to go to the nurse for that, silly... I'm off the clock, and she needs to note down your accident on your chart so your Daddy will be told about it."

Vicky wanted to brag that she was dry, but, really, that should hardly have been note-worthy at her age, and she suspected that, if she did, Kaitlyn would make sure that changed soon enough. "I-I want you to leave me alone," she said, voice quavering despite her best efforts.

"What was that?" Kaitlyn snickered.

"Y-You win," Vicky told her. "I-I'm sorry I stole your client, and it won't happen again. I-I'm going to retire from babysitting, and..."

"You already have," Kaitlyn crossed her arms. "Your Daddy isn't going to let you babysit until you get out of training pants, and that's never going to happen."

Of course he'd told her that... What was it about Kaitlyn that made Amazons want to tell her everything about how they were caring for their adopted 'children'?! She'd have to do something else, then. "I-I'll pay you," she offered. 

"Oh, sweetie," Kaitlyn patted her on the head condescendingly. "Your Daddy pays me plenty, don't worry about that."

"I've been saving up my allowance to buy a new phone." Daddy was making her do it herself, since she was the one who had refused to put a case on her old one until she could find one she liked, one that was cute enough, and then dropped it and cracked the screen before she could. "You can have all of it... You can have all my allowance for the rest of the year, if you promise not to sit for me again."

Kaitlyn paused for a moment. "That is tempting," she admitted. "But I'm almost done with your Daddy at this point, and you couldn't pay me enough to make me miss out on the grand finale."

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That really worried Vicky, sitting in the pit of her stomach for the rest of the day, and week. She was on her best behavior at home - and at school, for that matter, not wanting any bad reports to reach her Daddy's ears - so he wouldn't have any excuses to punish her. She didn't even complain when he told her, finally, that Kaitlyn would be sitting for her one evening, having known that it was inevitable.

"Okay, Daddy," she accepted it out loud, regardless of how much, inside, she wanted to rage against it, wanted to throw a tantrum. "I-I'll be on my best behavior."

He smiled, kissed her on the forehead. "I hope so," he said cryptically.

What did that mean?! Was it as simple as it sounded, or was there a veiled threat there? She couldn't help wondering, reading into it, thinking about Kaitlyn's mention of a 'grand finale.' Was this her last chance?

She was extra sweet and polite when Kaitlyn arrived, giving her a hug in front of her Daddy, pretending that she was happy to see her. And Kaitlyn, as always, was nice, too... Until Daddy left.

"All right," she announced, turning around from the front window where she'd watched his car pull away, waving pleasantly. "No need to beat around the bush, right?" Kaitlyn marched right to the nursery, grabbing one of the extra-thick pink diapers there, carrying it out to the living room, Vicky trailing anxiously after her the whole time, a few steps further behind after Kaitlyn had picked up the diaper.

"I-I don't need those," Vicky told her quietly. "D-Daddy doesn't..."

"Your Daddy is fed up with your accidents," Kaitlyn interrupted. "And I finally got through to him. He told me that if you wet your pants one more time, he's sending you back to kindergarten, in diapers."

"Wh-What?!" Vicky squealed.

"Well, I let him know how much trouble you make for the poor school nurse, who really shouldn't have to deal with changing your wet pants every day when she has so much else to worry about. And big girls shouldn't be having that many accidents anyway, should they? But even if they're supposedly potty trained, it's more expected from kindergartners... I imagine that's what the nurse is doing most of the time there anyway. You'll be so much less of a nuisance. And there's no way anyone would ever hire a silly little kindergartner to be a babysitter."

"B-But..." Vicky's mind reeled. "I-I already said I wouldn't babysit anymore! You don't hafta do this!" Vicky whined. "A-And you know I wouldn't be having that many accidents if you didn't spank me all the time!"

"Yeah," Kaitlyn chirped happily, clearly very pleased with herself. "I do. It's just too bad you've earned yourself another spanking, isn't it? You'd better try your very hardest not to piddle your pants like you do every single time, or I'll have no choice other than to put you back in diapers like your Daddy told me to."

"That's not fair!" Vicky stomped her foot. "I-I haven't even done anything!"

Kaitlyn smirked, looking down at Vicky's foot. "Well, you have now, haven't you? You know better than to throw tantrums... I'd say, for that, you'd better go fetch me a hairbrush, too."

Vicky whimpered, staring up at Kaitlyn, a feeling of hopelessness washing over her. She could do her best to hold it, to keep her pants dry, through a regular spanking, if those were the consequences... With a hairbrush, though?! She knew it was hopeless, that it was designed to be that, that Kaitlyn was going to ensure, one way or the other, that she ended up back in diapers.... And she knew that she was no match for her. The best thing she could do was make it a little pain.

It was embarrassingly easy to let go, to intentionally start to pee, as she lifted up her skirt. "Uh-oh!" Kaitlyn giggled, reaching forward to give the padding a squeeze. "Looks like there's no need for that, huh? Good girl... Now, let's get rid of these big girl clothes, because you won't be wearing them ever again."

Vicky stood by, stunned, as Kaitlyn stripped her naked, cleaning her up, pushing a paci into her mouth and locking it there, giving her a stuffed bunny to cuddle while she finished preparing to diaper her. The diaper was so much bigger than her trainers, so much bulkier... Vicky instantly felt like a baby, even before Kaitlyn made her crawl back to the nursery, which she could only assume would be her new bedroom from now on.

In a way, she had to admit it was kind of nice not to have to worry about her homework, or setting the table, or anything else... All she had to do was play with her baby toys, and then let Kaitlyn feed her a bottle for supper. She knew, immediately, that there was more than just milk in the bottle, and was hardly shocked when her tummy began to hurt afterwards... Or when Kaitlyn refused to let her use the potty.

"You're in diapers now," the sitter told her. "That's what they're for."

And that was exactly where she was when her Daddy came home, lying on the floor of her nursery, naked except for her diaper, softly grunting and groaning into her paci as she slowly but surely pooped her pants for the first time in a very long time, feeling the padding swell behind her.

"See, sir?" Kaitlyn said, leading him in. "I told you this was what she wanted... I'm sure she wet herself on purpose tonight, and probably a lot of those other times, and she practically begged me to put her back in diapers... And now... Oh, my goodness, Vicky! What are you doing?!"

Vicky blinked up at her, almost too lost in the humiliation of filling her diaper to piece together what was happening, what Kaitlyn was saying. She'd tricked her... Kaitlyn hadn't had an arrangement with her Daddy at all! She wanted to protest, but the pacifier was expanded in her mouth, silencing her, her hands feeling too weak as she laid there, messing herself, to try to unlock it.

"It's all right, Vicky," her Daddy told her, kneeling down beside her, giving the back of her diaper a pat. "I probably should have done this a long time ago. I think you'll have a much easier time in kindergarten..."