P5: Haru and Makoto (Patreon)

Out in the hallway of her apartment complex, Makoto stood nervously with her gaze flicking back and forth down the corridor. Being shuttled out here by Haru was bad enough, but the idea that any of her neighbors could come out and see her at any moment made it so much worse.

Her cheeks burned red, betraying her embarrassment. She wanted to demand to be let back in, to pound on the door, but the sound was likely to bring out somebody to see what the commotion was all about. She didn’t want to risk it.

The click of the door lock had told Makoto that her fifth test of the knob still wouldn’t yield results, but she tried it anyway, hoping against hope something would happen.

Nothing. The knob jingled ineffectually.

With a mousy, humiliation-tinted voice the bookish brunette called out to her partner through the door, trying to keep her volume low. “Haru, pleeeease let me back in?” It was a plea to her auburn-haired housemate but also a question.

She received no answer from the other side.

So many comforts waited inside for Makoto. It was warmer in the apartment—there was a chance for relief in there. Out in the hallway, there was only tension and cold air. Her nipples perked slightly, shocked to attention by the lower temperature of the corridor. The bib she’d been wearing didn’t cover them or provide any warmth, instead just hanging uselessly around her neck.

With a mostly-bare torso and legs a chill ran rampant through Makoto, the extremely comfortable and puffy diaper wrapped around her waist not enough.

One solution stood out to her as the easiest, though it only worsened her embarrassment. Her stomach was cramping violently. The soapy waters of an enema not only irritated her bowel but also warmed within her, rising to meet her body temperature. She could release it, pouring it and the contents of her stomach into the nappy for some comfort.

Makoto knew better though and kept her sphincter held tight. It was a temporary solution at best anyway. She didn’t need to be warm out here—she needed to get back inside.

“One knock won’t seem out of place.” Makoto thought, “I can do it one time and get back inside.”

She took a deep breath, positioning her knuckles against the door. It took another full second before she rapped on the wood, letting out a polite knock.

Haru’s voice came through as a muffled tone that oozed teasing energy. “Yeeess?” she said.

“Please Haru let me back in, I really have to go and it’s cold out here.” Makoto said, keeping her voice low.

“Sorry, I can’t really hear you. Who’s there?”

Makoto knew very well Haru could probably hear her, and was probably listening to every word with sadistic joy but she really wanted Makoto to embarrass herself.

She repeated her plea louder, it was better than standing in the hallway with a round, puffy diaper and a bib that proclaimed her to be a “big baby”.

“Oh, is that Makoto? I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Well I’d love to let you back in but you didn’t even address me with the right name. I’m not sure I want to let a disrespectful brat back in.”

Makoto sighed. “Please Auntie Haru, I’m cold and I want to come back in. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

She could swear she almost heard giggling from Haru through the door.

“Hmmm I don’t know, it feels too easy to let you in.  I think you need to be punished for that attitude you just gave me.”

Makoto couldn’t believe her ears—she wanted to deny the attitude, to refute Haru’s claims, but that would be giving her exactly what she wanted. Instead, she waited to hear what today’s punishment would be. Her stomach gurgled and flipped, the anticipation and the enema working in tandem to cause cramping.

“How about this—I’ll give you a choice: you can either wait out there for a neighbor and ask them to knock on the door for you, or you can let me spank you when you get in. I’d say, hmmm, five swats for every diaper I changed this week is fair.”

Makoto gulped, doing the math in her head quickly. It was Saturday which meant there had been a lot of time throughout the week for Haru to change her. At an average of three diapers a day for six days she was looking at close to ninety swats.

She shuddered, knowing that all that time swinging heavy axes in the Metaverse had given Haru a powerful arm. She never just used her bare hand either—the paddle was bound to come out. Still, was suffering through a few days of a red, bruised rump worse than the embarrassment of showing off her babyish side. The idea of walking up to one of her neighbors with bare breasts and a thick nappy felt infinitely worse. If she did want to go that route she’d need to do it fast, because the more time she spent out here the more likely she was to stain that pure white padding with her own mess.

“What will it be, little baby Mako-chan~?” Haru asked through the door.

“I-I… Please spank me, Auntie Haru. I want to come inside.”

The magic words had been said and the door to the apartment cracked open, causing warm air to spill out into the hallway. Haru stood there with her wide sadistic smile, awaiting her sub.

Relief flooded Makoto as she stepped into the threshold. The warmth of the room washed away the chill and she was away from prying eyes. The tension in her body released, unfortunately including the muscles holding back the enema. A gray stain spread across the core of her diaper showing through the plastic shell as filthy water poured out of her spasming colon. She grunted, releasing a squelching bout of mush in front of Haru.

“Oh?” Haru exclaimed. “Looks like you’re trying to put a little extra cushioning in between my paddle and your bottom. I guess you’ll be fine if my swings are a little more passionate than usual today.”

Makoto just blushed, unable to deny it as the door closed.