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I hadn’t really given much thought to how I was going to hold this agreement with Daddy with my mom looming over me. On the days I was “working” it was fine as I could just have the accidents in the day while she was working and in the evening around Daddy, but the next two days I didn’t have that luxury. I was around her 24/7, and usually she wants to do something together as we don’t see each other much during the week. So hopefully Daddy has something good planned, because the last thing I wanted was to blow this good deal on the 3rd day. 

After getting all worked up, I needed to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. Not only that, I needed to start thinking about my next “accident”. I wasn’t sure how hard it was going to be to pretend not to feel it, but I hoped it would easier to push out the pee than it was the first time tonight. 

Daddy finished making dinner and we ate. It was a spectacular meal, like a fancy restaurant meal that would cost $100 or something. I was really spoilt, I still couldn’t believe I was getting paid for this. We chatted about our days and talked about our mothers. From what I gathered he didn’t grow up rich, but made one successful website out of college and built a company off of that. 

Before I knew it, I had to pee again. The two glasses of juice I chugged went right through me, and over dinner I finished a third and started a forth. I could have peed right then and there, but I wanted it to be a different setting, and wanted it to be on display.

We finished dinner and I was getting squirmy. Well rather, I was at the point of having to go where I would’ve been squirmy, but I couldn’t show it. Instead I just held my legs tightly together and clenched up the best I could without it being obvious.

Daddy suggested we play a board game and I enthusiastically agreed, I loved board games so it was an easy choice, plus it gave me an opportunity to stand up for a minute during the set up and stop holding. I hadn’t even looked at my watch to see how long I had. To be honest I didn’t really care, for even if I lost control I could still sell it as I didn’t feel it. 

We both got up to put away the dishes and I knew this was my opportunity, but I needed him to be looking at me. I pushed out a little to make sure I was ready to pee on command, and I could feel some automatically soak into my panties. This was it.

I reached down to put a dish in the dishwasher and poked my finger with a knife.

Joanna: Ow!!!

Daddy turned to me.

Daddy: Oh no, what happened?

That was my que. I let go and let everything rush out of me, I really did have to go and relaxing it felt so good. I had to be very careful to not give any indication to Daddy I was feeling it go though, which was actually not as hard as I thought. I just held my finger pretending I had hurt it, while piss streamed out of me into my grey leggings.

Joanna: I got an ouchie from the knife!

Daddy: Oh little one, you’re wetting yourself!

Joanna: What??

Those 4 years of acting classes were really shining through now, I was playing totally dumb and oblivious to my “accident”. I looked down and my legs, now completely soaked and dripping to the floor again. 

Joanna: Not again!! I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t feel it!

Daddy: You didn’t feel it coming? 

Joanna: I didn’t feel anything!

Daddy: Hmm, this isn’t good little one. Wait here.

He stormed off into the other room. When he was gone I smiled, this was actually pretty fun. I think I was starting to like this, a lot in fact. It was a better feeling to be in control and wetting, rather than having no choice but have an accident like the last several were. Plus wetting actually felt...kinda good. The piss rushing into my panties did something nice to my lady parts…

He came back in the room and I put back on my surprised and embarrassed face. 

Daddy: Come with me now.

I nodded and followed him, a squishing sound followed my every step. We were going back to the spare room but when we got there, he had something on the bed. There was a blanket, a bottle of something and a pink package I vaguely recognized.

When I got closer, I knew exactly what I was in for. 

Joanna: Goodnites? I don’t need those Daddy I’m not a baby.

Daddy: Obviously that isn’t the case, as only babies can’t feel when they need to pee. Right?

I hung my head shamefully and shook my head no.

Daddy: This is the second accident you’ve had tonight, and I’m starting to thing maybe you aren’t ready for big girl panties. 

Joanna: No Daddy it was just an accident I didn’t mean to!

Daddy: This isn’t a choice little one, you’re in these now until I say otherwise.

Just like that it hit me, this was his plan for the days I was away from him, this was how I was going to be able to keep the agreement while also avoiding my Moms promise of potty training. 

He grabbed my hand and laid me down. His hands grabbed the waistband and my head shot up to look at him.

Daddy: Is this okay? I’m just going to change you.

Hesitantly, I nodded. I trusted him to not do anything funny with my pants off, and if I didn’t, who’s to say he wouldn’t drop our agreement. He peeled off my soaked leggings and wiped down my legs and groin with baby wipes. There was something really intimate about the whole thing, and I relaxed more and more as it went on, on top of getting a little bit turned on. 

He opened the bottle which was baby powder and sprinkled it all over my crotch. Then he grabbed a goodnite and slide it on me. 

When I stood up, I saw myself in the mirror. I looked small, and felt smaller. I hadn’t worn these in ages, but they fit surprisingly well. I put my hand down and felt the front of it. The soft padding and baby powder felt so nice on my skin.

There was a beep from my watch and I looked to it.

Training Pants Detected: Training Pants Protocol commencing.

It buzzed and I felt what was like an electric shock coming from the watch all the way through my arm to my head. 

Joanna: Ow! What was that?

Daddy: This is phase two of our agreement, granted it came on a little bit faster than I anticipated. Given the circumstances however, we don’t have any choice.

Joanna: What does the Training Pants Protocol mean?

Daddy: Well, you’re just going to have to find out.

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