Learning to Be Billy Ch. 5 (Patreon)

“What do you think they’re talking about in there,” Lily asked.

Mrs. Klein had come back downstairs from tucking Billy in, reminded Isabel not to shout, and asked Emma to come with her to the other room. She didn’t seem mad exactly, but she was giving off disappointed-mom vibes.

“I wonder if she’s going to tell her to go home,” Harper speculated.

“She won’t … I didn’t mean to get her in trouble,” Isabel said. “I just … This is all her fault,” she grumbled and sunk deeper into the sofa to sulk.

smack … smacksmacksmacksmack

All four girls sat up and strained their ears, glancing from one to another searching for confirmation they were hearing what they thought they were hearing.

“O my …”

“Is she …”

“Yep,” replied Harper. “Emma is getting spanked.”

“I can’t believe my mom,” a cross Isabel said. “How can she even … It’s like she’s gone insane!”

“It’s like she has two little girls who have a problem being honest and not stealing other people’s things,” Harper said under her breath but not so far under the others didn’t hear it.

“She’s really letting her have it,” Lily remarked. “Can she even do that?”

SPLAT!

“She can if Emma lets her, which apparently she is. Does your mom have a paddle,” Harper asked.

“What? No.”

“Then splat was a hairbrush. Ouchers.”

“You’d know,” Cara said back.

“Heck yeah I would … Not that Mom’s hairbrush ever stopped me from having fun.”

“Dammit,” Isabel hissed.

“What’s the matter,” Harper said. “So you both got spanked? Don’t act like you didn’t earn it. And you got off easy compared to Emma. Hairbrushes fucking hurt.”

A blushing Isabel quietly said, “I’m not talking about that. I have to … pee.”

The spanking in the next room ended, and the family room was awkwardly quiet as the four of them waited for whatever was going to happen next.

“Maybe I can sneak into the bathroom without Mom finding out,” Isabel wondered aloud.

“No you may not ,” Cara said seriously. “I may not be officially babysitting, but you are not going to break the rules around me, kiddo.”

“Are you serious? And who are you calling kiddo? We’re the same age.”

“Yeah, I’m serious. If Billy wanted to disobey your mom around me, I’d stop him even if I wasn’t babysitting. Same goes for you until your punishment is over.”

“That’s … hmmph!”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just pee,” Lily chimed in.

“Easy for you to say. You’re a bedwetter. Two beers and you can per in your sleep,” Isabel shot back.

Cara gave Isabel a dirty look. “Everyone has been nothing but nice to you. I know you’re upset, but don’t take it out on Lily. There will be no making fun of anyone by anyone.”

“Was a bedwetter,” Lily corrected her, “and it’s more like four beers. Besides, it doesn’t feel bad.”

“How would you know? You’re asleep when it happens.”

“Sometimes I had to go before I fell asleep. When you’re taped in, you’re taped in,” she said defensively. “It even feels kinda nice.”

“OMG - are you like Emma,” Harper asked. “Do you like diapers?”

“What? No. I mean, if I did, I’d still wear them, which I don’t.”

“Unless you’ve been drinking.”

“Those are pull-ups. Call them what they are.”

Harper, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, replied, “Pull-ups are just diapers that get pulled up instead of taped on. Not that I’m judging.”

Cara looked from friend to friend. “Guys, can we please just be nice to each other?”

“We are,” they said back.

“Mostly,” Isabel added with the edge of an attitude. They were all silent for a moment. Isabel tried to relax her bladder, choosing comfort over pride. Years of potty training refused to just give way. She tried to push. “I hafta go,” she whined in growing discomfort and frustration.

“Just go, honey,” Cara gently coaxed her. “No one will make fun, and you’ll feel so much better.”

“I’m trying,” she whined.

“Here.” Cara scooted next to her and placed her hand over Isabel’s bladder.

“What are you doing,” Isabel demanded as she jumped back.

“Trying to help,” Cara said calmly and put her hand back over Isabel’s bladder. “I’ll be changing you this week. You’re gonna hafta get used to my hands.” She pressed, and Isabel squirmed. She groaned, her face flushed with embarrassment and effort. Her shoulders slumped forward, and she held very still.

“Feel better,” Lily asked sympathetically. Isabel nodded. They sat through another silent pause, Cara rubbing Isabel’s shoulder.

“Can … Can I have a change, please?”

“I’m proud of you for asking,” Cara said. “I know that’s hard for you, and I’m really happy you trust me enough to ask.” She had assumed Isabel would resist being changed, but she could also understand how she’d be so desperate to get out of her wet diaper that she’d ask her best friend to get her into something dry. She even thought it was mature of Isabel to accept her punishment, not trying to sneak away to change herself, assuming the thought even occurred to her.

“But those diapers can hold a lot,” Cara continued, “Billy can go four hours without a change, sometimes much more. And your mom does have two in diapers now; don’t want to be wasteful, especially before your own diapers arrive. And it’s best you get used to the feeling … Is it like Lily said? Not that bad?”

Isabel chose not to answer.

Harper filled the silence. “Can I just say - and sorry in advance - that it feels good to not be the only one of us who still gets spanked? I was so afraid for years you’d all find out. It’s kinda … cool.”

“Cool!?!” Isabel did not find it cool.

“I just mean it’s something else we have in common.”

“It’s just for break. Mom’s not gonna … I mean, when my punishment is over … I mean, I’m not even gonna get spanked again. I know how to behave myself. I’m not like Billy or …” She trailed off, blushing again.

“Or me? I know how to behave myself too. My parents are just more strict, and I wouldn’t count your butt as safe. Heck, I wouldn’t count any of our butts safe. Your mom just spanked not her daughter. Who even does that anymore? And why is Emma even letting her?”

“This is so weird,” Isabel plaintively shouted. “What is even happening anymore?”