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Chapter 1

The nights were colder now and there were no more leaves in the trees. The streets of our college town were buzzing with excitement. We lagged behind, away from the loud group of students who were still celebrating this new chapter in their lives. The beginning of college, the new friends we were making, the classes they had started taking a few weeks back.

I had never been a fan of going out much. I learned at a young age to stay away from the obnoxious party people and boozy evenings that turn into comatose mornings. I’ve found my own peculiar way of having fun. This year would not be an exception.

Melissa smiled at me and I smiled back. She and I had known each other for a long time, spent our whole high school together. We shared a lot of firsts, new experiences, some more pleasant than others. I hadn’t always been nice to her, but she was one of the few who had remained by my side and followed me to college. She studied nursing, which suited her well considering her caring nature. Melissa was from a small town a few hours away. A friendly, but very shy girl, immediately drawn to my more outspoken personality. She knew I enjoyed bossing people around and she enjoyed being led.

At that particular moment I was leading her through the door of a quiet Irish pub on the outskirts of the campus. A place where wannabe philosophers and intellectuals hung out to debate their countless socialist theories and plot the end of capitalism around a few pints of dark brew. I knew the frat bros wouldn’t harass us there.

My hand brushed on Melissa’s and we smiled at each other once more as we seated ourselves at a booth, silently.

‘’Did you know they’re taking a vote about adding a new safe space on campus?’’

We overheard a conversation and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

‘’What about this time? Another reserved area for them to hide and cry?’’

‘’You’re kidding, but you’re pretty close. Get this: they want students to be able to freely wear diapers! Have changing tables installed and everything! It comes from that girl who started the movement to raise awareness around incontinence. Crazy, right?’’

It was hard to see in the low light of the bar, but I could tell Melissa’s cheeks were blushing from the look on her face. The redheaded girl would get so red that you could hardly distinguish her freckles anymore. I smirked and kept browsing the menu, but under the table my hand was slowly reaching towards my shy friend.

‘’Wow! What a bunch of literal babies. They’re never going to get this passed. This whole thing is a cash grab from pharmaceutical companies looking to make a buck on their diaper products.’’

‘’If you say so… but some people really do have issues. Don’t you think they should have access to the necessary equipment to deal with it? What if you were the one who needed diapers, would you want to change in the same bathroom as everyone else?’’

‘’Dude, who wears diapers in college? Really?’’

This fascinating conversation was interrupted by the waiter who came over to grab our orders. My hand slid away from Melissa’s knee as she ordered a white, fruity beer and I asked for a stout. Befitting our respectively sweet and bitter personalities.

When the drinks finally arrived at our table, our booth neighbors had already moved on to other mundane conversation subjects. Melissa had remained somewhat silent, paying attention to the musicians in the corner of the pub, or perhaps focused on something else.

She simply followed along as I kept droning on about my first classes, my new teachers and one particular classmate I caught staring at me throughout the morning lecture. She nodded and laughed and mumbled a few interjections here and there, but it was obvious something was on her mind, as if she wasn't quite comfortable in that setting.

It was only after our third beer that I finally confronted her about her selective mutism.

''What's going on? Are you even listening to me?''

''I'm trying...'' She butted in. ''It's not that easy with people around.''

''Don't tell me you just... ''

''Shhh! Stop. I did not! ''

She partially hid her face behind her hands, visibly embarrassed.

'’Do you want to get out of here?''

Without waiting for her answer I got up and proceeded to pay for our drinks. Melissa was still struggling with her putting her coat on when I returned to our table just in time to pat her on the butt as she managed to zip it up. She glanced back at me with a frown that could barely conceal a half smile. She was adorable when she pouted like a little girl.

***

The streets of our small college town were mostly empty now, save for a couple of smokers in front of the more crowded bars. We made our way through the park and into our dorm, where Melissa and I shared a small 2 bedroom apartment.

I could tell she was already apprehensive of what would come next when I stared at her with a mischievous smirk in the elevator. She looked down at her feet, cheeks beet red like a bashful schoolgirl who had been caught red handed. I loved watching her squirm when she became vulnerable.

I switched the light on in the living room. We lived in your average college dorm. Nothing too fancy. Walls all white we were forbidden to repaint. Piles of dishes in the kitchen sink.

‘’Aw are you sleepy Mellie? Maybe you should get ready for bedtime?’’

She blushed harder at my condescending suggestion. She knew why I wanted her to undress. The childish language was just to pour salt on the wound.

‘’Sure, why don’t you hum… find us a movie to watch? You know I hate making these kinds of decisions and it always takes forever to pick one. I’ll… go get ready and join you in a second.’’

‘’I’ll come with you. I replied, I want to make sure you don’t forget anything.’’ 

‘’But.. Alright’’ she blurted, walking as slowly as she possibly could towards her bedroom, to avoid the inevitable, as I tagged along.

‘’Were you a good girl tonight Mellie?’’ I inquired with a serious tone that made her freeze. At this point she became silent again, as she did whenever she found a situation to be embarrassingly arousing. 

‘’No answer? I guess we’ll have to check for ourselves then. Let’s get those pants down, shall we?’’ 

I unbuttoned her black jeans and proceeded to slide them down the girl’s legs, until they reached her knees. I could hear her breathing slowly as I exposed her shamefully childish underwear.

You see, under her dark and edgy big girl clothes, this college girl was wearing a pair of pastel purple Pull-Ups covered with tiny hearts and butterflies, designed for teenage girls still struggling with bed wetting. 

‘’What’s going on, Mellie? Are you embarrassed that I’m checking your training panties right now? Or maybe you’re embarrassed because you had a little accident in them while we were out at the pub... did you?’’

I was only teasing her. Of course I already knew she had an ‘’accident’’.The wetness had spread across the front, all the way to the padding on her butt, making her Pull-Ups sag between her legs, unmistakably soaked. I pressed my hand against the darkened garment, I could feel it squish under my fingers. It served to remind her of what she had done. 

‘’Didn’t you tell me you weren’t wet, little girl? Why did you lie to me?’’

‘’I wasn’t… yet.’’ She timidly squeaked. 

‘’Well you certainly are now… look at you. Peeing in your Pull-Ups like a clueless toddler. Why didn’t you tell me when you had to go?’’

‘’But… I thought you… you wanted me to…’’

‘’Don’t you talk back to me. You just peed your pants and you never even told me you had to go to the bathroom. As if you hadn’t even noticed. What would’ve happened if you had a second accident after all those beers? You would’ve leaked in the bar and everyone would’ve witnessed what a big baby you are. Is that what you want? Walking out in the cold in your wet pants?’’

‘’I’m sorry…’’

‘’That’s not good enough, sweetie. You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?’’

‘’Please, you don’t have to do this…’’

I could see it in her eyes how aroused she was becoming all of a sudden. This is what she craved. The authority, someone to put her back in her place and treat her like a dumb little girl. The diaper part was my own twisted addition to our kinky lifestyle. It probably had never crossed her mind before that one day she would be back to wearing them, but here she was, squirming in what was essentially a panties-shaped diaper, and a wet one at that.

The first time I introduced them, she was skeptical to say the least, but my enthusiasm and my condescending attitude had worked wonders on her. She later confessed that this humiliating element was growing on her. Not only because she could see how much it turned me on, but also because the very fact that it wasn’t an intuitively sexual part of our relationship made it work as an actual punishment.

Spankings were fun, but we both knew it wasn’t a truly effective method to keep her in line. She enjoyed them too much. If anything, it encouraged her to be even more bratty and suffer the consequences. Whereas a diaper was sure to humble her, highlight the fact that I was in charge of every aspect of her life, including the most private. It gave me power over her like nothing else could. In a diaper, she was my little girl. My accident prone, clumsy, lisping little submissive. It was out of her control, there was nothing she could do about it.

As for me, I had been into this for as long as I could remember. I loved the power dynamic it created. I enjoyed every minute of fending off all the shy protests a grown woman could muster when being forced to go back in these embarrassing underpants, made for children. I was delighted by the sad pout on their faces as they slowly accepted the fact that they weren’t in charge anymore, demoted to nothing more than a glorified diaper, treated as mere bed wetters. 

I savored the moment, sitting down on the bed, as Melissa slowly climbed over my knees, yielding to my authority, with her pants still hanging between her ankles. Her freckled cheeks were bright red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment at her own compliance and immediate acceptance of this punishment.

I let my hand rest on her butt, feeling her squishy Pull-Up with the tip of my fingers. I pressed on the yellowed, faded pattern that covered it, tracing the shapes of the cartoon leaves and flowers along with the word ‘’back’’ printed on a label, reminding our little diaper wearer that she was too dumb to put it on the right way otherwise.

I could hear Melissa’s breathing getting deeper and louder as my hand ventured down between her legs, caressing her crotch through the soaked padding.

‘’You couldn’t help it, could you?’’ I whispered in her ear. ‘’What a dummy… You should thank me for putting you in one of those. Had I trusted you earlier, your panties would be ruined now. At least those are made for you to pee in them.’’

She gasped when I grabbed her private parts through her Pull-Ups, teasing her before releasing my grip and unceremoniously sliding down the back of her underwear, while leaving the front part in place, as if she couldn’t be trusted to stay even a moment without protection. 

My hand came down hard the first time, breaking the skin cells on her butt in a loud clap that echoed on the bedroom walls, accompanied by a suppressed shout from my submissive, taken by surprise. She knew well enough she’d better contain herself.

‘’Remember what I told you, I added, if you can’t stop screaming, once we’re done I’m sending you to knock at each door of this floor with a diaper under your PJs to apologize to each of our neighbors for making so much noise.’’

She shook her head in fear. I wondered if she knew I was bluffing. Part of her probably did, but it was clear she did not want to find out if I truly was.

‘’Do you want your paci to help you?’’

Melissa paused for a second before reluctantly nodding slowly. I reached out to the bedside table and picked up a blue pacifier, slipping it through her lips as she bit on the rubber to mute herself.

My second slap was a bit more gentle. So were the third and fourth. Then I progressively increased the strength and speed of the spanks until she started whining through her pacifier once again.

My hand was starting to hurt as I plastered its print all across her reddening butt. Each slap sinked in the humiliation a bit deeper. Reminding her it would stop only when I wanted it to stop, that she was mine to torment, forever my diaper-dependent little bitch.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

When I was finished, she thanked me. I smiled back at her, grateful for such a good submissive. I slid her wet Goodnites back on her butt and gave it one more pat that made her squirm before lying next to her and gently rubbing her back. She clutched my shoulder and buried her face in it and for a moment we just contemplated the silence.

My name is Frankie, I’m 20 years old, and I’m currently in bed, with a girl who’s wearing a diaper.