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Part 23

I heard the front door shut behind my cousin and her bratty daughter. Frankie had finally gotten what was coming to her. She was heading out in public, wearing a Goodnite over a very red butt, under her pajamas. A hard spanking and a bed wetter’s Pull-Up was all she deserved after humiliating me as she did.

Only it wasn’t the end for me either. My aunt Sally would see to that. She insisted that I was the bad influence on Frankie, for bringing her to a bar that I wasn’t supposed to be at in the first place, at 19 years old. 

She wasn’t completely wrong, but after all she put me through, was Frankie really the victim here? While she was out to watch the fireworks with the rest of our family with a hidden pair of training pants under her clothes, I had just walked through a bar full of strangers in a fully exposed diaper, for everyone to see that I apparently can’t keep myself dry anymore.

Worse, I still had to pee and I was stuck with Sally, about to administer another one of her sermons on how she’s disappointed by my behavior. I would have to suffer all her speech while wiggling around in my diaper, trying to avoid pissing on myself for the 3rd time that day. Was I un-pottytraining myself?

Sally: Come here Ashley.

Her tone was cold as she sat on the couch, staring at me like the naughty toddler I must’ve looked like. My bottom rustled loudly as I waddled over, ready to be scolded. I really didn’t need that nor deserve this. The public humiliation had been enough. I wanted to tell her that she would get what she wanted : I would leave her and her precious Frankie alone and go back to the city.

Ashley: Aunt Sally, you don’t need to...

Suddenly she grabbed my wrist and I lost my balance. She yanked me over her thighs as if I was a rag doll. My diapered butt sticking up right between her knees and she slapped it so hard it made a resounding ‘’bang!’’ through the living room. Before I knew it, her hand came down a second time on the plastic garment.

As I got over the initial shock, a third slap came across, this time on my upper thigh, where my diaper’s padding didn’t cover me. I let out a shout at the sting.

She kept on spanking me hard, expertly alternating between my diapered butt and the unprotected area right under it. The accumulated tears in my eyes began falling down on my face once again. As if my make-up wasn’t ruined enough already.

Sally: Look at yourself Ashley.

SMACK

Sally: Do you really like what you see?

SMACK 

Sally: A diapered 19 year old who can’t go a day without peeing herself. 

SMACK

Sally: A naughtly little girl who’s getting spanked by her auntie. Bad girl.

SMACK

Sally: First bed wetting. Then pants peeing. What’s next Ashley? Will you mess your diaper too? Where does it end?

SMACK SMACK SMACK

I was now full-on crying. Not just from the pain, but from realizing how low I had sunk. 

Sally: You wanted Frankie in Pull-Ups just like you, didn’t you? You couldn’t stand that she was acting more mature then you are so you had to drag her down to your childish level. Well I see through you Ashley and I won’t let you ruin my family because you decided you didn’t want to grow up! Do you hear me?!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

At that point her tone had morphed into an outburst of rage-filled yelling. I couldn’t do anything but cry and repeat ‘‘I’m sorry’‘ in a muffled tone between each of my sobbings.

Sally pushed me aside and stood up to tower over me as I slid down, sitting on the floor with my back against the couch. At that moment I was broken. Bawling my eyes out in my T-shirt and diaper. It must’ve been pretty pathetic from her perspective. She calmed herself down, letting me breathe for a moment before going back to her cold attitude.

Sally: I’m going to join my family now. You stay here and think about what you’ve done. I will come back to check that diaper of yours before you go to bed and if I find out that you have pissed yourself once again, I’ll ask Frankie to change it for you. Do I make myself clear?

Without even waiting for me to utter a reply, she took off and as she did, I began to notice in horror... the stream between my legs. My diaper was filling up with pee and I couldn’t stop it, it was too late. My aunt berating me had been the final straw.

As I watched the crotch area of my white diaper turning a few shades darker, I wept for my bladder control escaping me.

The word ‘‘baby’‘ printed on the front in colorful toy blocks was fitting my situation now more then ever. A 19 year old baby.

Baby had too many accidents in her Pull-Ups, now baby was back in Pampers. Baby had been crying a lot, now baby wet her diaper.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was literally going crazy. Spending one more day with these psychos would have me brainwashed. Soon I’d find myself shitting in my Huggies and sucking on a pacifier.

My urge to leave that place in the morning was coming back to me full throttle. Once I heard the front door lock behind Sally, I got my red bottom up, feeling the bruises on my upper thigh. My diaper was heavily soaked but I didn’t care.

I made my way down the stairs and into my room, determined to get the hell out of there. Where would I go? I had no idea. I would wait the whole night outside if I had to. I simply needed to tear that wet diaper off and get dressed...

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, my heart pounded. My suitcase was gone. How was that even possible? Everything I owned was in there! I came home with Sally, she couldn’t have taken it away... It must’ve been...

Must’ve been...

Frankie.