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Part 4

After dinner I decided not to forgo my tradition of spending time with the kids, even after the events of the day. Though I have to admit that I was relieved to see Frankie wasn’t there. She was out for a walk around the lake with aunt Sally and her mom. 

I sat in the livingroom with the group and we watched Spy Kids together. It was a somewhat funny movie but I cringed so bad when we learn the big sister character wears diapers to bed. It made me feel weird and reminded me of my own diapered state. 

I looked around and none of the kids seemed bothered by it. It was as if it meant nothing to them. I wondered if they even made a link with their own bedwetting situation… or lack there of. 

My cousin Joyce walked through the door when the movie was over. 

 Joyce: Alright kiddos, time to get ready for the night! Now remember what grandma Sally said: if you wake up dry tomorrow, no more Pull-Ups to bed! So make sure you go to the bathroom so you can prove you’re big kids okay? 

I got up with the others and walked over to the hall. 

Joyce: Ash, you know I was talking to them, right? 

Ashley: Oh. Yeah, of course. I just want to help. 

Joyce: Finally my mom got a bit of reason. I heard Frankie talked her into making that offer. Smart kid. Can you imagine my mom wanted her in freaking diapers… She paused at the disapproval look her son gave her. Joyce: Sorry, “Goodnites” for the summer? The kid is gonna be 16 for Christ sake she’s not a baby… I mean, no offense to your own problems when you were her age… I know it’s not the same for everyone hum… Yeah anyway I’m glad she finally got some sense into her. Speak of the devil, here she is. How was the walk?

 Frankie slithered by. 

Frankie: Fun. I got to talk with grandma Sally for a while. So you’re getting the kids ready for bed aunt Joyce? 

 Joyce: I am! Not that this big kid needs any help, does she? 

She playfully gave me a pat on the back. Frankie smiled at me. 

Frankie: Oh I’m not so sure about that. Which makes me think I meant to tell you Ash, grandma Sally is waiting for you in your room, She wants to talk to you. 

Joyce: Ooh sounds like you’re in trouble Ashley, hope you’re not in for a spanking, haha she used to give us the meanest slaps on the butt when we were kids, geez. Anyway, I’ll go see how our little friends are doing in there! See you later. 

She left and I was alone with the brat again. She winked at me.

Frankie: Ready for your spanking? 

I walked away from her without saying a word, I didn’t want to hear any more of her comments, but I have to admit I was a bit worried. 

I walked into my room and Aunt Sally was sitting on my bed. She had my Goodnites bag in her hand and was looking rather serious. 

 Sally: I spoke with Frankie earlier… She’s worried about you. She said you ran away in a hurry today and I was wondering why… 

She showed me the pink package next to her.

Sally: There is supposed to be 8 Goodnites left in this bag of 12. Why is there only 7?

 I was speechless. 

Sally: Frankie wore one, you used two and are currently wearing the fourth pair. Why is there a missing Goodnite, Ashley? 

Complete silence. 

Sally: Lift up your skirt. 

Ashley: Aunt Sally she… 

Sally: LIFT UP YOUR SKIRT. 

I complied quickly at the menacing tone she used. Showing off my purple zebra-patterned Pull-Ups. 

 Sally: Just like I thought… These are not the Goodnites I picked for you this morning. You wet your Pull-Ups in broad daylight and tried to hide it from me. I’m deeply disappointed. 

 Ashley: I wanted to say something but I knew you wouldn’t believe me! 

Sally: What, are you gonna blame Frankie again? Did she pee in your Pull-Ups this time too? Come on Ashley, that’s a toddler’s excuse. Even our 6 year olds don’t lie about their accidents… not that they have any during the day either. That’s another thing. I thought having you putting on Pull-Ups for a day would teach you a lesson, but it turns out you actually needed them! You’re obviously keeping them on tomorrow. I’m so cross with you, young lady, you have no idea. Maybe if you can’t tell when you need to go potty we should remind you? Since you left Frankie in charge today she’ll remain in charge. And tomorrow I expect you to behave with her or you’ll face worse consequences is that understood? 

Ashley: Y-yes… Aunt Sally. 

Sally: Good. Now are you still dry or do we need to change your Pull-Ups again? 

Ashley: I… I’m dry. 

She spun me around and bend me over a bit. She tucked the hem to the top of my skirt and pulled the waistband of my Goodnites, peeking at my bum. She put her hand against the padding to inspect it, then let go of me with the sound of the waistband smacking against my butt. 

My cheeks were burning red. The humiliation was so intense.

Sally: Since we obviously can’t trust you anymore, we’re gonna have to check you periodically. Put on your pajamas and go to bed now. It’ll give you some time to think.

She left the room. I did as she told me, still in shock after what happened. As I was taking off my skirt, the door opened up again, but this time it wasn’t Sally.I quickly hid my Pull-Ups by holding my pajama pants in front of them.

Frankie: Don’t mind me sweetheart, I just came to say goodnight.

She hinted at the Goodnites pack still on the bed.

Frankie: I see your diaper bag is almost empty. I guess that’s understandable with you wearing them day and night now… Don’t worry we’ll get you some more tomorrow. You better play nice with me now, you heard what grandma Sally said? If you don’t behave I’ll let her know… and she’ll make it worse for you.

Once again I couldn’t say anything.

Fankie: Oh well, let’s leave it at that. Time for you to go to bed, honey. I’ll go hang out with the grown ups upstairs. I’ll see you tomorrow diaper-butt.

I was furious. I could’ve just left right then and there. I could’ve gotten away from this messed up place, this crazy woman and this evil brat. Maybe I should’ve. But I wanted revenge, now more then ever.