Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 15
Chapter 15

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

Alicia wanted, very much, to change out of her pull ups, now that she was home, but, much as she hated to admit it, she knew that changing into her panties meant risking losing them, and then there could be another day on her calendar crossed out.

Instead, she just changed out of the romper, into a much easier to remove yellow nightshirt with Belle on the front, and made her way to the kitchen. Almost automatically, she reached for one of the bottles, having to stop herself and get a glass from her cupboard instead, filling it with water. Generally, she wasn’t a fan of water, simply not caring for the taste of it, but she forced herself to drink it now. To her dismay, it tasted even worse than usual.

She wrinkled her nose, setting the glass down, deciding to look for something to eat. A few minutes later, she was munching on a handful of baby carrots while she waited for her plate of tater tots and chicken fingers to finish in the microwave. Reflexively, she reached, again, for one of the bottles to wash it down with. "Stop it!" she scolded herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to take another sip of water, either, so she retreated to the living room, away from the temptation, without a drink.

It didn’t take long at all for her throat to feel dry. She felt her body squirming, wanting to get up, but she kept denying it. She kept thinking of the taste of the drink as it filled her mouth, that strange, sweet taste that was so good, so comforting...

As she got up to put her plate in the sink, she did her best not to even look in the direction of the box, grabbing her glass again, defiantly. That sip was even worse, her mind still thinking about the liquid in the bottles, what it really wanted. It nearly gagged as it got water instead, and she was unable to keep her eyes away from her temptation. She edged over, nervously, opened the flap and stared down at the bottle caps. "Just one more won’t hurt," she told herself.

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She always slept late on the weekend, and that Saturday was no exception. She yawned lazily, stretching out, feeling disoriented for a moment before realizing she was still on her couch. She rolled over onto her back with another stretch as Diane bustled into the room.

"Oh, you are up finally, sleepyhead," she said. "Come on, breakfast is almost done."

Alicia got up, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she padded into the kitchen. She could feel her pull up drooping between her legs, but thought nothing of it until she sat down on it with a squish, squirming on the hard, wooden chair as she realized she wasn’t sure when that had happened. Had she wet herself before she fell asleep? She couldn’t remember having done so, but surely she had, since the alternative was that she had wet herself in her sleep. Either way, she really didn’t want Diane to find out.

So, of course, as Diane came to the table with a heaping bowl of oatmeal, she declared, "I’ll change you when you’re done. Guess you didn’t want to wear your Saturday panties too badly after all, did you?"

"No, I do," she whined.

"Well," Diane told her, "I guess you should have thought of that before you wet your little pull ups, then, shouldn’t you?" She chuckled at Alicia unhappy expression, then ordered her to "Eat up."

Without work to worry about getting to, or having just had her mouth soaped, Alicia felt a bit more confident about taking her time with the oatmeal that day. While the texture was still mushy and a little slimy, she did have to admit that it tasted much better without the sudsy aftertaste she’d had the day before. That didn’t stop her, however, from declaring halfway through that she was, "Done."

She began to get up, only to feel Diane’s hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down onto her seat, pull up squelching wetly beneath her. "No, you most certainly are not."

"I’m full," Alicia explained, staring up at her. "I..."

The rest of her words were drowned out as, to her surprise, she found another spoonfull of the oatmeal inside her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it before she could continue, but this time Diane had her mouth fill of mush before she could get so much as a syllable out, and, to Alicia dismay, the woman pulled another chair over beside her, picking up the bowl. Alicia tried to tell her that she would finish it on her own, but every chance she had to speak, she was having to swallow again within mere moments. She tried holding her mouth shut, but that only demonstrated that Diane wasn’t above the old trick of holding Alicia’s nose shut, then shoving in the spoon when she went for a breath.

Somewhere in there, her protests that she was capable of feeding herself became a request that she be allowed to go to the bathroom, and not long after that she felt her bladder give way, releasing into her already quite wet pull up. She knew right away that was going to be trouble, but it wasn’t until Diane let her get up, telling her to go to the sink to get her face washed, that she realized how much. "What a mess!" Diane declared, grabbing Alicia and spinning her around. "Look at that!"

And there was, indeed, a puddle in her chair were her pull-up had leaked. Even knowing it wasn’t fully her fault, Alicia couldn’t keep herself from blushing. "How much did you pee yourself last night?" Diane asked. "If you’re not going to change yourself, we’re going to have to get you something thicker..."

Alicia shook her head quickly. "No, I can change myself!"

"Then why didn’t you?" Diane didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning oatmeal from Alicia’s face. "You were already soaked when I got here - if I’d known you still had to go even more, I would have gone ahead and changed you, but I assumed you could wait ten minutes while you had breakfast - so what was it? Were you just too lazy to change yourself last night, or... Wait, are you a bedwetter, too? How adorable!"

Alicia’s face turned red as she pulled away from Diane. "No, I’m not!" She wished she could sound more confident about that.

"Then do you just like the feeling of your wet pull ups?" She reached down, pressing the sagging padding roughly up against Alicia, smiling as she watched the girl squirm, wrinkling her nose. She removed her hand, washing it off. "I think you’re just a little bedwetter."

"I’m not!" Alicia protested.

"Then you’re lazy?"

Alicia started to deny that, too, but she could tell Diane wasn’t going to let this go without her admitting to one or the other, so she sighed. "Fine, yes, I was just tired and I didn’t feel like going back to my room for a fresh pull up."

Diane shrugged. "Well, either way, obviously you’re going to need some extra protection when I’m not here to take care of you." Diane grabbed her nightgown and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in just her soaked pull up, which was also quickly removed.

"What are you doing?" Alicia squeaked, trying to cover herself.

"Do you really want to drip all the way back to the bathroom?" Diane asked her. "Now go clean yourself up and get dressed."

Alicia hurried back to the bathroom, getting into her bathtub to wash her lower half. She considered taking a shower, but Diane had mentioned the playground, which made her pretty sure she’d be coming back with, at the very least, sand all over herself, so she figured she might as well save that for later.

When she went to her room to get dressed, she decided to be a little defiant. If she was going to wear shorts under her dress to keep anyone from seeing her underwear, it might as well be real underwear. Her Saturday panties were light blue, and had a frog on them. She chuckled a little as she saw it, thinking back to the pair of Thursday panties Diane had shown her, briefly. Those had been pink, and the frog had been wearing a crown, but it was still a strange little coincidence that both packs had a pair of panties with the same decoration.

Despite how silly she was sure she looked in the dress, she walked out of her room feeling rather proud for sticking up for herself, even if it was only in a small way. For a moment, when she walked into the living room and saw Diane standing there with a large, wooden hairbrush, she felt nervous, but Diane just pointed at the couch and told her to sit. Diane moved around behind her, then, a moment later, began to brush her hair, before putting it into twin ponytails, tying them with a length of purple ribbons that Diane took from a bag Alicia hadn’t noticed sitting on the couch beside her. She peeked inside and saw quite a few more ribbons, all colors, and a shoe box.

Diane then went around to the front of the couch, kneeling down and pulling Alicia’s saddle shoes off, setting them to the side and pulling the shoe box out from her bag, extracting a pair of pink and white Mary Janes from inside it, the straps held in place by large flowers instead of a traditional buckle. They were, quite obviously, children’s shoes, and Alicia hoped they would be too small for her, but unfortunately they slipped right on.

Afterwards, Diane got up, sitting down next to her on the couch. Alicia expected her to say something, to give her a lecture about how to act while at the park, but, for a minute anyway, she just sat there, watching her. Then, all of the sudden, Diane grabbed Alicia, flipping her over, forcing her onto her stomach across her lap. Alicia squirmed helplessly as she felt the back of her dress being pulled up, and her shorts being tugged downward.

"Do you see this?" Diane asked, holding out the hairbrush in front of Alicia’s face. Frightened, Alicia nodded. "I can and will use this on your other end, young lady. Some little girls will be good if you just threaten them... But some of them need a good spanking every now and then to keep them in line. And if they think their caretaker isn’t willing to actually go through with them, they’ll just keep pushing them and pushing them. Well, I’m not afraid, and if you show me you’re that second kind of little girl, I’ll be more than happy to give you what you need. Test me one more time, and I’ll prove it. I just want to have a nice, calm trip to the park, but if you’re going to misbehave, I can make it nice and exciting for you. Is that what you want?"

Alicia shook her head, not having any idea what Diane meant, and not wanting to find out. Diane pulled the shorts the rest of the way off her legs, then lifted her to her feet. "Now go and get dressed properly," she instructed.  Any thought of defiance had fled Alicia’s mind, and she could only nod obediently, half running back to her bedroom to put on her pull up, like a good little girl.