“Mommy, I don’t want to wear a diaper to the party.” Camila said, stamping her foot.
She wasn’t giving much of an impression of being adult, she knew. It was hard not to be little around Betty though, especially after their afternoon diaper check. At least they were in Betty’s single-room, so they didn’t have an audience.
“If you really don’t want to, I won’t make you.” Betty said. She looked disappointed. “I think you should at least wear a pullup though.”
“I talked to the other girls, and almost nobody is wearing diapers or pullups to this party.” Camila said. “I don’t want to always be the extra babyish one.”
“Oh, that’s not why I was going to have you wear them.” Betty said. “I was going to have you wear them because you had a couple of accidents at the last party. I didn’t want you to have one the first time you meet the Delta-Bs.”
“That’s because – it’s not um – that’s not fair!” Camila said, biting her lip in confusion.
“I think you get really worked up at our parties. That’s fine, it’s cute! But I think you’re at prime risk for having an accident too.” Betty said.
Camila flailed her arms, too agitated to stand still, and too confused to settle on what to do with them. Betty caught her hand and pulled Camila down to sit on the bed beside her.
“You’re not just doing it to dress me up however you want?” Camila asked sullenly.
Betty grinned. If she noticed Camila’s tone, she wasn’t letting on. “Oh baby-girl, if I was going to dress you up just the way I want, it wouldn’t be a pullup.”
Camila squirmed. Betty’s response was to hold her more firmly. It was the third time her mommy had responded that way. It only made Camila want to squirm more. She gave into the impulse this time, stopping when Betty had both arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against the older girl’s side.
“What – what would you dress me in if you could dress me any way you wanted?” Camila asked.
“Two diapers.” Betty said, in a low sexy tone. “Big fluffy ones. A satin dress with a huge poofy skirt. White tights and Velcro shoes. I’d accessorize it with your pacifier and favorite stuffie.”
“Oh god.” Camila squirmed. She could imagine the outfit in crystal clear detail. Just the mental image gave her a dangerously, deliciously good feeling.
Betty pulled Camila across her lap, turning her to face upward. Camila didn’t give any resistance. She watched her mommy with wide eyes and her heart pounding in her chest.
“I wouldn’t do that to you at this party. Maybe this weekend though.” Betty said, with a sly grin. “To see how deep into little-space you can go.”
Camila gasped. Betty had one hand on her still-dry, diapered butt. The other hand was on Camila’s back. Both were holding her tightly against her mommy. Overcome by the hot feelings in her chest and between her legs, Camila nuzzled Betty’s chest.
It was Betty’s turn to gasp. Hesitantly, she shifted her torso, bringing Camila’s mouth onto her bare cleavage. Camilla kissed the soft, warm skin. With her heart pounding like it was going to come out of her chest, she gave Betty’s breast a little lick.
Betty moaned, shifting again. She released Camila’s butt long enough to expose most of her right breast, then returned that hand to it’s spot, squeezing Camila’s diaper. Camila didn’t hesitate. The horny fog was too much for any thoughts about consequences or boundaries. Her lips pursed around Betty’s nipple, gently sucking.
“Oh, what a good baby.” Betty said, through a soft, panting breath. “That’s my good baby girl.”
Camila went from Betty’s breasts to kissing her. It was slow, sweet, and hot. Really hot. The tiny bedroom was really stuffy when they broke apart, pink-cheeked.
“Was that okay?” Betty asked, huskily.
“Oh yeah. Wow.” Camila managed.
“We should um – get you ready for the party. Pullups, I think you said. Not um – big diapers.”
“No, those are this weekend – m-maybe.” Camila said.
“I hope so.” Betty said, getting up to open the window. “But if not, that’s completely fine. Okay?”
“Okay. Thank you.” Camila said softly.
“I’m going to check in with you a lot. You let people kind of get carried away with you, I’m seeing.”
Camila nodded. It’s not like it was always a bad thing. She wouldn’t have her special relationship with Heather M, or Betty as her mommy otherwise. Still, it was really nice to have someone who recognized that and could put on the breaks.
“What’s going to happen at the party? Is it all like drinking, or what?” Camila asked.
“No, there isn’t much drinking. It’s not like a regular Greek party.” Betty said, laying out a pullup for Camila. “It’s the first of many mixers with the Delta-Bs. We hope both sides will make friends and enjoy hanging out. If you end up with a boyfriend, or a Daddy, or as a Delta-B yourself, that’s great too.”
“I could switch over to the fraternity?” Camila asked curiously.
“If you transitioned.” Betty said. “The Greek system isn’t really flexible enough for more than two genders. If at some point you felt like you were more male than female, you could be a Delta-B instead. We have a sister in the house now who started out as a Delta-B, and they have a brother who used to be a Delta-G. Well, that I know of. There might be more.”
“Oh!” Camila nodded. She ditched her diaper and yanked the pullup over her hips. “I don’t think I’m trans.”
“Lots of people aren’t.” Betty said, nodding. “Just so you’re aware that this isn’t just a safe space for that, but a friendly one too.”
“That’s really cool.” Camila said, grinning. “Okay, so it’s a dry party. Do we play games or dance or something?”
“I didn’t say it was dry.” Betty chuckled. “Some people will be drinking, just not baby-girls like you.”
“What?!” Camila protested.
“As your mommy, I’m in charge of you at the party.” Betty said. “I set the rules and monitor your behavior. You don’t need to be tipsy or drunk, on top of potentially falling into little-space.”
“I don’t want to hang around a bunch of drunk people sober.” Camila pouted. “I did that at the first two rush events. It sucked.”
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty to do. Regular party stuff, like dancing, but you’ll also get to play with other littles.”
“That’s kind of scary. What are the Delta-Bs like?”
“Just like us.” Betty said with a grin. “I promise you there’s a little-boy asking his daddy the same nervous questions right now.”
“Okay.” Camila giggled. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”
She’d pulled leggings on over the pullup, figuring they were discreet enough for the walk over, and nobody would care at the party. A camisole and an open-front cardigan made her look dressy but not fancy.
“That’s about perfect!” Betty said, nodding. “We’ll let you know if it’s ever a super fancy event, or if babies are supposed to dress little.”
“Then let’s go already!” Camila said, giggling.
Betty laughed. They had an hour still, which Betty insisted that Camila use to do some homework. It was a Thursday night, after all. Camila didn’t remember a lot of the essay she had to read for English 101, but at least she’d read it once.
The Delta-B house wasn’t old like Camila’s sorority. It was a converted Mc-Mansion, with faux columns and everything. What it lacked in antique charm, it made up for in a huge entryway and living area that let people mingle without feeling claustrophobic.
The only little-thing that Camila was wearing was her pacifier, clipped to her cardigan by Betty after they’d arrived. She noticed a fair number of her sisters wearing one and as many of the Delta-Bs as well. There were two kinds of drink cups, blue and red. Camila had apple juice in a blue cup. Everyone with a pacifier clipped on had a blue cup, as far as she could see.
Betty had been pulled away almost immediately by a severe-looking Delta-B with slick black hair and a fancy vest on. He had her cornered and was talking to her intensely. When one of the Heathers joined the conversation, Camila relaxed. Especially since it was Heather Rapp, the blunt one.
“Hi, I’m Caspian.” A fraternity boy Camila’s age was smiling shyly at her. He looked tense, like he’d had to work up his courage just to say hello.
“I’m Camila!” She said, putting on her friendliest smile and extending a hand. “Camila Guerrero.”
“Claudio.” Caspian responded, offering a soft handshake. “Caspian Claudio.”
Camila giggled. “How very Bond of you.”
Caspian blushed. “I’m sorry, I – I’m not good with new people.”
“Perfect! I’m TOO good with new people.” Camila said, throwing an arm over Caspian’s shoulder. “You can point me at people, and I’ll introduce us. Like a friendship cannon!”
Caspian laughed. He still looked nervous, but he wasn’t pulling away from the arm. “Well, you should probably meet one of the Seniors at least. Uh – here’s over here.”
Lead tentatively toward the kitchen by Caspian, Camila spotted Ginger talking to a guy who’s clipped-on pacifier was incongruous on his My Chemical Romance shirt. For once, Ginger’s Camila-sense didn’t make her look over. She looked like she was even having a good time. Camila smiled and turned away to see who it was that Caspian wanted to show her.
“Hi Caspian. You find a friend already? Or did she find you?” A hugely broad-chested man in short sleeves and thick jeans asked. He even had a short beard and bushy eyebrows.
“I found him!” Camila declared proudly. “I’m Camila Guerrero.”
“Bernardo Mendoza.” He replied, chuckling. “You’re so formal. Welcome to the Delta Lambda Beta house. If you need anything, just ask.”
“Sorry, is it too much?” Camila asked.
“It’s fine, just be yourself. That’s what this place is for.” Bernardo said. “When you’re done meeting people, there’s a play-area set up in the back room. You don’t have to go back there, but it’s all set up for littles right now.”
Camila blushed and hesitated. It sounded so fun! Another ABDL thing she hadn’t gotten to do yet. But she wasn’t supposed to be all-baby all the time. She was supposed to meet people, and mingle, and have a regular college party, at least partially.
Her hesitation gave Caspian a chance to speak up. He smiled shyly at Camila. “Do you want to go see it? It’s really cool!”
The cute-puppy look on his face broke Camila’s resolve. She nodded, with a grin. “Yeah, let’s go see it at least.”
Caspian stayed tucked under Camila’s arm but took the lead this time. They went through the kitchen, which smelled deliciously of pizza, and through a hallway, which smelled badly of boy. They entered a room that would have been a ‘formal’ room in a regular fraternity. It had all the old-money trappings, like oil-paintings on the walls and an old wooden bust in the center of the room.
Everything else had been made little-friendly. The hardwood floor had been covered by mats and blankets. There were foam bumpers on the corners of the coffee table. Two long bookshelves held stuffies and kids’ toys, respectively. There were posters for cartoon characters and Disney movies down at waist height on an adult, but perfect height for a little on the floor.
“Wow.” Camila said, licking her lips.
“Wanna try it out?” Caspian asked, squirming a little.
“I’m pretty sure you want to.” Camila teased.
“I h-helped s-s-set it up.” Caspian said bashfully. “I th-think it’s p-p-p-pretty c-cool.”
“I think it’s really cool.” Camila said, giving Caspian an impromptu hug.
She wasn’t sure why she was so handsy with him. Maybe because of how unbearably cute he was. He had a faded crop haircut, which would have been trendy if it wasn’t for the mass of bunny-blonde curls on top. Long eyelashes and a pouty lower lip gave his face a soft look.
Oh no. Oh dear. Camila quickly disengaged from the hug, though it was too late to stop a blush. Okay, so Caspian was more than cute. She could behave herself. It wouldn’t be cool to be drooling all over him at a party after meeting him for two seconds. That’d make her as bad as a drunken frat boy – or sorority girl in this case. Camila mentally facepalmed. There was no call to be an ugly stereotype.
“So – uh – what do you want to do first?” Camila asked.
Caspian seemed confused. That was probably because of all the weird signals she was giving off. While the signals were her fault, the slightly-sad amber eyes were all Caspian’s fault. Stupid sexy-cute boy.
“W-well w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w.” Caspian broke off and bit his lip in frustration.
Camila took a deep breath and smiled gently at Caspian. She felt like it would be overkill to tell him to take his time, but she touched him gently on the arm.
“We c-could p-play with the stuffies, if y-you w-w-w-w-want.” Caspian said, still jittery.
“I do want.” Camila said. “Are they like, house stuffies? Do they have names?”
“I’m sh-sure they have names.” Caspian said. “I d-don’t know all of them though.”
“We can give them temporary names.” Camila popped her shoes off and walked experimentally onto the mats. It was so soft! She giggled and bounced on the padding.
“You’re s-supposed to c-crawl on it.” Caspian said, smiling again.
He ditched his own shoes and dropped to his knees on the mats, crawling over to the stuffies. Not that Camila was checking him out, or anything, but he seemed to have quite a bit of bulk to his rear for such a slim guy. Camila crawled after him, delighted to receive a dog stuffie. It was the size of a big pillow and so comforting to hug.
“Caspian, can I ask you something?” Camila asked.
“G-go ahead.” Caspian said.
“Are you wearing – a diaper?” Camila whispered the last bit.
Caspian blushed. “I-i-i-i-is i-i-it ob-obvious?”
“A little.” Camila pulled down the waist of her leggings an inch or so to reveal the pastel yellow of her pullup. “I am too. Well, a pullup anyway.”
“Th-th-th-that’s c-cool.” Caspian said, wrapping himself around a large penguin stuffie. “N-n-n-not m-many of the g-guys are w-wearing. B-but d-d-d-d-daddy said I sh-should.”
“You have a daddy!?” Camila asked excitedly. “I have a mommy. I’m like the only freshman so far that does.”
“I-I-I-I g-g-guess that m-means we h-have something in c-common.” Caspian said with a hopeful smile.
“Yeah! I’m glad I met you!” Camila said brightly.
“R-really?”
“Really.”
“Thanks.” Caspian grinned. “These stuffies I do know the names. Your dog is Baxter, and this penguin is Pablo.”
“Baxter!” Camila gave the dog another huge hug. “They’re friends, of course. Like us!”
“W-we’re friends?” Caspian asked.
“On my end we are.” Camila declared.
“Mine too.” The smile that lit his face up was the sweetest thing.
Friends, Camila reminded herself. She’d said friends. She would NOT jump this poor boy.
They had enough time to play a round of tag with their stuffies and eat some of the Cheetos that had been set out on the coffee table before more littles showed up. The Wong twins waved gleefully at Camila. Between them was a boy with upswept hair so bleached it was almost pure white. He had really expensive-looking headphones around his neck.
“So, we can just play here for a while?” Chun asked the boy.
“Yeah, it’s cool.” He said, nodding.
“You’ll come play too, right Orlie?” Sui Yin asked.
“Hi girls!” Camila said. “This is Caspian, Pablo, and Baxter. Caspian, this is Chun, and this is Sui Yin.”
“You found the baby area right away huh?” Chun asked.
“Yeah, Caspian showed me!” Camila wondered if there was a tiny edge to Chun’s voice in that question, or if Ginger had made her paranoid.
Sun Yi grinned. “Oh, and this is Orlincio, but he usually goes by Orlie.”
“I guess we both found the assertive girls, huh Caspian?” Orlie asked. Caspian giggled and nodded.
“Guilty!” Camila said. “Now that there are more of us here, what should we play?”
“We want to see the stuffies.” Chun said.
“Stuffie tea party!” Sui Yin declared.
The tea party was an excellent idea. They could just relax and chat. It was kind of a party within a party. Baxter was an Oolong tea fan, at least after Chun introduced him to it. Camila drank apple juice until she was bouncy and ate Cheetos until her fingers were bright orange. Everybody looked like they were having just as good a time. Caspian was talking without the slightest stutter.
Not that Camila was paying close attention to him, of course.
In an effort to not end up somewhere on the simp to creep spectrum, Camila turned her attention to Orlie.
“So, why’d you join the Delta-Bs?” Camila asked.
“Seemed like chill people.” Orlie said. He had a bit of a slow drawl to his speech. “Then they told me about the whole AB thing, and I had to think about it.”
“Yeah? What convinced you?” Sui Yin asked.
“I dunno man.” Orlie shrugged. “I was just like, let’s try this.”
“I l-liked the g-games they had at rush.” Caspian said. “One of th-the events w-w-w-w-w”
“Oh yeah, you had musical chairs, right?” Chun interrupted.
Camila shot Chun a glare. All she got back was a shrug.
“Yeah, that was cool because they had a real DJ for it.” Orlie said.
Caspian had shrunk back from the group a bit, his arms wrapped tightly around Pablo. Camila scooted over and pressed her hip against his. He flashed her a tiny smile.
“You should be DJing this party.” Sui Yin said to Orlie. “You’ve done it at real clubs already.”
“That’s true, but then I wouldn’t be able to hang out and meet people.” Orlie said.
“I’m glad you did.” Camila said. “You can show off your skills at another party. Then I can go behind the booth and take selfies, because I know the DJ.”
“Dude that’s super rude.” Orlie said, chuckling.
“Who all is wearing protection?” Chun asked. “Five bucks says that Camila is.”
“No bet.” Sui Yin said, just before Camila raised her hand.
Caspian raised his hand sheepishly. When no one else did, not even Orlie, he blushed and buried his face in Pablo’s fur.
“I wasn’t sure if I should.” Orlie said. “All the people I asked said they weren’t going to for the first party.”
“That’s what Heather told us too.” Sui Yin said.
“Which one?” Asked a deeper voice from the doorway. Camila looked up to see Bernardo carrying a piñata. It was pretty authentic, brightly colored, and shaped like a llama.
“Which Heather?” Bernardo asked again. “Bossy, Hippie, or Snarky?”
Camila giggled, as did the Wong twins. The boys were definitely not in on the joke. Well, they would be after this party, Camila knew. Especially with all three Heathers following Bernardo into the room. Their expressions were exasperated, kindly tolerant, and annoyed, perfectly matching the descriptions Bernardo had given. It gave the girls a fresh round of giggles.
By the time Bernardo had the piñata hung up, there was quite a little crowd in the play room. Mostly littles, but other than the Heathers and Bernardo there were a few big brothers and sisters. The stern looking guy that had cornered Betty carried the bust away from the piñata zone, setting it on its stand at the edge of the mats.
“Alright! First crack at this goes to the littles that were already playing as littles.” Bernardo said, holding up a red baseball bat. It had the Delta-G letters engraved on it. “Who wants to go first?”
All three of the girls raised their hands excitedly. Sui Yin was the one picked. She stood, grinning at the group while making some test swings.
“Careful there.” Said the stern guy, approaching Sui Yin with a blindfold. “There’s some nice stuff in this room. I still don’t know why we’re doing the piñata here.”
“It’s going to be fine Tate.” Bernardo said. “Don’t be so uptight.”
Tate rolled his eyes at Bernardo and tied the blindfold on Sui Yin. It looked a little tight, from the way she winced. He helped her turn around once, pointing her more or less in the direction of the piñata, and stepped back.
“Alright Sui Yin.” Bernardo said, “Give it your best shot!”
Sui Yin’s best shot was, sadly, a huge whiff. She swung the bat with all her might and hit nothing but air. The overbalance sent her staggering over to bump against a wall, next to one of the big paintings.
“Careful!” Tate said. “Bernardo, let’s just move the paintings.”
“They’re huge, it would take forever. It’s fine.” Bernardo said. “Still, if you littles can swing a little less enthusiastically, that’d be good.”
Chun took her turn, getting a good smack in on the piñata, but not doing much more than denting it a bit. Piddly little swings weren’t going to cut it!
“My turn?” Camila asked, excitedly.
“No, you go last before the other littles.” Heather M said. Camila looked at her in confusion. Most of the rest of the room shared that confusion, even the other Heathers.
“You’re going to be our anchor.” Heather said, with a wink at Camila. “I say we make this more interesting. If these five littles can break the piñata, then they get ALL the candy as a reward for jumping in on playing.”
“What do the other littles get?” Bernardo asked.
“Motivation to play at parties and they get to see some very silly, sugared-up littles.” Heather said. “They have to eat the candy here, no taking it home.”
Bernardo chuckled. “I’m game.”
“Me too.” Tate said. “But I’ll see your make it interesting and raise you. Your ‘anchor’ has to spin at least three times. Real spins, not the slow thing they’ve been doing so far.”
“You’re on!” Heather said. “Camila can do it, if your boys don’t finish the piñata first.”
Camila swallowed nervously. She really hoped she could do it. She was good with piñatas, so it should be possible, but she really didn’t want to disappoint Heather. Especially not in front of a crowd. Plus, it would be awesome to get all that candy for Caspian – or rather, their little group.
Orlie went next. Tate pointed him right at the piñata! Camila frowned. So that’s how it was. There was always an uncle who would point his kids right at the piñata. She could play around that game too!
Orlie’s swing was smooth and on-target, but just as languid as his way of talking. The piñata took a good smack, but again, just a dent.
“You got this, Caspian!” Camila said.
Caspian did not look like he had this. Truthfully, Camila didn’t think he could do it, but she wanted to encourage him anyway. Even just meeting him for part of an evening, she was sure he wasn’t wild about being up in front of everyone, expected to perform.
Once again, Tate pointed Caspian right at the piñata after a slow spin. That help was the only reason he hit it at all. A glancing blow from the bat hit the piñata in a leg and sent it spinning. No damage.
Camila got up and rolled her shoulders. The Heathers were cheering for her. Betty was cheering for her. Caspian was looking at her expectantly. She gripped the bat tightly and grinned, hefting it up for the crowd.
Tate put the blindfold on her cruelly-tight. He swung her around, hard. Her feet slipped on the plastic mat as she spun. One, two, three – he wasn’t done spinning her! Five spins and Camila was dizzy. She was sure he hadn’t pointed her at the piñata either.
That was okay. She could hear people still cheering for her. She had to get this piñata in a single, mighty blow! It was just like breaking them as a kid, except for the slippery floor underneath. She turned confidently to where the piñata was and lurched forward.
Some of the cheers turned to gasps, and shouts of distress. Take that, Tate! Camila thought. I figured out your game! She put her whole back into a mighty blow, and the bat connected.
Whatever it connected with was NOT a piñata. It was heavy and hard. A dull thudding sound rang through the air. The shock ran up Camila’s arms and made her drop the bat with a cry of pain. There was another loud thump and a cracking sound.
Camila tore her blindfold off and stared in horror. She’d turned completely around, away from the piñata. Lying in front of her was the pedestal for the Delta-B house’s wooden bust. The bust itself had come off its pedestal and lay on the floor with half the head broken off.
“I’m sorry!” Camila shouted, into the sudden silence.
“What did we say about taking it easy?” Tate asked angrily.
“It’s kind of my fault.” Bernardo said. “You were right Tate, we should have moved the stuff.”
“No, it’s definitely Camila’s fault.” Heather M said. “That was a little crazy hon, you ran and swung really hard. After you were told to be careful.”
“We kind of pushed her into it though.” Heather Rapp said. “I don’t think she should have to pay for fixing the bust or anything.”
“Well, somebody has to pay for it.” Tate said.
“I will.” Heather M said. “Heather’s right, I did push her.”
“I’ll chip in.” Bernardo said. “I should have moved the stuff.”
“Then Bam-Bam here gets off scot-free?” Tate asked.
Camila hung her head. With every contribution to the argument, she felt a heavier and heavier weight in her chest. “It’s my fault. I’m really sorry. I don’t mind paying for it.”
“We like, just established that you’re not going to pay.” Heather R said.
“Maybe a mild consequence though.” Heather Lambert said, wrapping her flower-encrusted braid around one hand. “Something little-appropriate?”
Camila bit her lip. She hoped it wasn’t a time-out. It’d serve her right though. All the excited energy of the piñata game was gone. If they even broke it now, the whole thing would be tainted. It didn’t help that Ginger was looking over at her with a smug smile. You got me, Ginger, Camila thought. You caught me showing off. She felt her gut rumble from sheer guilt.
The whole thing felt horrible. She’d had a chance to do a cool thing for her new little friends. Instead, she’d ruined it for everybody. Camila stared at her toes, awaiting her fate.
“I think maybe that would be best for everybody.” Heather M said. “It’d clear the air and make people feel better. Especially our hangdog little over there.”
Bernardo sighed. “Well, I’m not going to spank her. I feel guilty too. And don’t even ask, Tate, you want to do it too much.”
“I wasn’t going to.” Tate said. “She has a mommy, Betty should do it.”
A spanking!? Camila looked up, nervously. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was off somewhere private, she supposed. Still pretty embarrassing. She squirmed, unable to say anything one way or another. Heather was right, she needed something to keep from feeling guilty for the rest of the party.
“Oh uh, I haven’t spanked her before.” Betty said.
“But you know how to, surely.” Tate said.
“I think Betty is more worried about boundaries.” Heather Lambert said.
“We really should be talking more TO Camila, and less about her.” Bernardo said.
“Fine, then let’s do that.” Heather M said. “Camila, how do you feel about all this? Are you okay with getting a spanking from Betty to clear this up?”
Camila nodded, blushing. She was feeling very little indeed. There were bad flashbacks to the time her cousin had broken a window missing a piñata. She’d nearly died of sympathetic embarrassment at the time. It was even worse to be the one in trouble.
“Yes Heather.” Camila said.
“Okay, if you’re sure.” Betty said, walking over to Camila. “Are you sure?”
Camila nodded again, flashing a strained smile at Betty. “Yes mommy.”
Some of the tension was already going out of the room. The change helped with the knot in Camila’s gut.
The better feeling lasted all of five seconds. Camila felt her insides twist again when Betty took a seat on the coffee table and patted her lap.
“Come on, little one.” She said, kindly, but firmly.
It was going to be in front of everybody. It made sense, Camila thought. Her mistake had been in front of everyone. There didn’t seem to be any way to back out now. Hesitantly, Camila crouched down and laid herself across Betty’s thighs.
When Betty yanked down Camila’s leggings and pullup together, the little girl gasped. She was frozen in place. This spanking just kept getting worse, and it wasn’t even started yet. Now she was bare bottom in front of everyone, even Caspian and Ginger.
Camila whimpered a little and bit her lip. She wasn’t going to break down and cry like a baby! She could keep from doing that, at least.
“Here it comes, little girl.” Betty said.
The first swat was hard! Camila yelped despite herself. The next one was hard too. Her mom had never really spanked. A few swats with the chancla, sure, but she’d never been bent over and had her butt wailed on.
Betty was a serious spanker. The next few slaps were even harder than the first. Camila had totally lost the battle against crying out. Every heavy swat was accompanied by a sharp smacking sound, closely followed by a yelp from Camila.
Her face burning, Camila felt tears drip down her nose. She leaned into the yelping cries, hoping she could avoid sobs. Betty was raining slaps on her butt now, the stinging sensation was blurring into dull pain.
“I’M SORRY!” Camila wailed, throwing her dignity to the winds. Anything to stop the spanking.
Miraculously, no more smacks came down. Camila panted, squirming against the deep stinging sensation on her rear. She flinched when Betty stroked her hair, then leaned into the hand.
“I’m sorry mommy.” Camila said, sniffling.
“I know you are.” Betty said softly. “Do you feel better now?”
“I think so.” Camila said.
The guilt was gone, but she had a raging case of the blushies, to go with a raging case of horny. Being publicly spanked was not something she’d ever thought would be a turn on. It was an extremely unfortunate thing to find out about herself.
Luckily, Betty pulled Camila’s pullup and leggings up right away. Her butt hadn’t been pointed at anyone either, they’d only seen it side-on. Technically it was no worse than seeing her in a string-bikini – not that she’d ever worn one of those either. Still, at least it hadn’t been some kind of lewd porno-shot she was giving the crowd.
Caspian was giving her a super sympathetic look. The twins and Orlie were somewhere between embarrassed and fascinated, based on their expressions. Ginger was smug, of course. Camila had no sympathy for Ginger’s grievances in the moment. She was so happy to see her rival get spanked, she had a happy flush on her face. What a bitch.
Betty stood her up and had her face Tate, Bernardo, and Heather. “Can you say sorry to them as well?”
“I’m sorry.” Camila said softly.
They all nodded, even Tate, who seemed to be satisfied.
“And what do you two say, Bernardo, Heather?” Betty asked.
Bernardo looked sheepish. Heather was floored. She stared at Betty in total shock. The other two Heathers laughed.
“Oh shit, looks like she’s a real mommy.” Heather Rapp said.
“You did admit fault, but it’d be good for you to do it formally now, since Camila got punished in front of all of us.” Heather Lambert said.
“I am sorry for putting you in a situation where you could break something just by being really excited.” Bernardo said. “I’ll do better. I want littles to be able to cut loose.”
Heather Miller sighed. “Sorry for pushing you, kiddo. That wasn’t exactly fair.”
“Thanks.” Camila said softly.
She was drawn in on herself, pigeon-toed and hands clasped in front of her waist. Even if she couldn’t make herself look up and be all smiles again, it was nice that they had apologized to her. It made her feel a lot better about Betty. Safer.
“Let’s take a break from the piñata and come back to it.” Bernardo said. “In a safer spot. In the meantime, we have cake!”
“Do I get cake?” Camila asked, after the general cheer for cake had died down.
“Of course, little girl.” Betty said, giving Camila a hug. “Do you need some quiet time to recover a little?”
“Yes please.” Camila said. “Thanks mommy.”
“Do you want your little friend to sit with you? It seems like he likes it quiet too.”
“If – if he wants.” Camila said. If Caspian still wanted to hang out with an attention-grabbing, troublemaker like her.
“Caspian, would you like to have cake and soda in a quiet room with Camila?” Betty asked.
Caspian nodded, squeezing Pablo the penguin. Camila was surprised and grateful to see a big smile on his face.
“Come with me, and I’ll bring you some.” Betty said, taking both their hands.
The crowd was dispersing as people went in search of cake. Betty lead them the other direction, past the shattered bust that Tate was carefully picking up. He even gave Camila a kind expression, or at least a neutral one.
The quiet room was just a window seat in a hallway, but it was well away from the party. Camila could hardly hear people talking, even the music was reduced to a bassy rumble. Betty got them set up with their stuffies and wrapped a blanket around their shoulders.
“You kids wait here, I’ll bring you your treats.”
“Thanks mommy.” Camila said.
“Th-th-thanks. Uh – ” Caspian stalled out, looking up at Betty.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Betty. Camila’s mommy, but you knew that already.” Betty said.
Camila’s smile was cut short when Betty reached under the blanket and pulled out the back of her leggings and pullup. She squeaked and squirmed, pulling Baxter in tightly.
“Just checking.” Betty said with a chuckle.
To everyone’s surprise but her own, Betty did the same to Caspian. His heavier padding crinkled when she checked him, sending the little boy into a blushy hug on his own stuffie.
“Good kids, nice and dry. I’ll get those treats now, and then I’ll let you alone for a bit.”
“Mommy, that was embarrassing.” Camila whined.
“You’d rather sit in a wet pullup?” Betty said, chuckling. “Of course not. Don’t worry you two, you enjoy your little time. If either of you need a change, I’ll take care of it.”
Camila squirmed and went back to desperately hugging her stuffie. She looked over at Caspian. He was blushing just as much as she was, but his eyes were excited too. The thought of Betty changing them both was – wow.
It seemed like Caspian was just as affected by Betty’s insinuation. The two of them were quiet the whole time Betty was gone, just staring at each other. Even when she came back with cake and soda, they couldn’t get out more than a Thank You. Especially because the sodas were in sippy cups.
With Betty gone, both littles set to work on their cake. The sugar smoothed out the bad feelings, even restored some of Camila’s giggles.
“Would you be okay with my mommy changing you?” Camila asked shyly, when there was no more frosting to scrape off of her plate.
“M-maybe.” Caspian said. “She’s nice and uh – r-really m-m-m-mommy-like.”
“She has huge boobs!” Camila said, giggling.
Caspian giggled too. They leaned against each other, their giggles only intensifying. Somehow, leaning became snuggling. Snuggling became lying under the blanket together, cuddled face to face.
Camila was hyper-aware of the tickle of Caspian’s breath on her cheek, the warmth of his body next to hers. Her brain was processing every detail of his curly hair and delicate lashes, leaving no time for thinking. Especially whenever she looked at the delicate pouty curve of his lips.
Without warning, those lips were pressed against hers. Such was Camila’s thirst that she didn’t hesitate in surprise. She kissed right back, tasting the sweet citrus and vanilla from their treats on his lips.
“I-I-I-I-I-I-Im s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s” Caspian stuttered.
This time it was okay to interrupt him, Camila decided. “It’s okay. Caspian, I liked it. I was thinking about kissing you. A lot.”
“R-r-r-really?”
“Caspian, you are super cute. Like, so cute, that when my mommy comes back, she’s going to think I had an accident in my pullups.” Camila giggled softly.
Caspian blushed, pulling away for a moment. It didn’t last though, he was right back with another sweet, soft kiss. No tongue yet, just super innocent kisses.
“Caspian I um – I should tell you that I’ve kissed Betty. I don’t know – exactly – what’s going on with me and relationships and stuff.” Camila said, bracing herself against the destruction of the sweet thing they had going.
“That’s okay.” Caspian said softly. “I don’t know about me either. I have a boyfriend – I don’t know if he’s still my boyfriend. He went to a different college.”
“More snuggles?” Camila asked, plaintively adding, “And maybe a couple more kisses?”
“More snuggles and kisses.” Caspian said.
He was so gentle and confidant when he wasn’t nervously stuttering. Camila was the one to initiate the next kiss, keeping it innocently lips-only. They snuggled for a while, drifting along the edge of little-space. Then they made their stuffies kiss.
It got silly from there, with stuffie play-fights, wrestling and tickling each other, anything that would give them an excuse to touch the other person. When Betty came back to check on them, they didn’t notice. However long she’d been watching them, it was long enough for some wry amusement to invade her fond expression.
“I’m glad you two are getting along so well.” Betty said.
That statement threw them both into giggles. So much so that they couldn’t stop laughing, even when Betty diaper-checked them.
“Good girl, you’re dry.” Betty said, patting Camila’s head.
“I have to go potty though.” Camila said.
“I can take you to the potty, it’s on the way to the changing room that we’ll need for little-Caspian.”
Camila looked at Caspian with wide eyes. She hadn’t noticed anything. He blushed and squirmed his head onto her shoulder.
“It was just a little accident.” He protested.
“Is that so?” Betty asked. “In that case you must have had more than one. You’re quite wet, little boy.”
“No fair.” Caspian said, squirming.
“That doesn’t even make sense. There’s nothing to be fair or not, here.” Betty said. “Come on, littles, up-a-go.”
Clutching their stuffies, they took Betty’s hands and followed her down the hall. Camila waved sadly at Caspian when they reached the restroom, then dashed for the toilet. She was just on the edge of ending up in the changing room herself.
Which would be hot. So unbelievably, nuclear hot that Camila wondered how good the lock on the door was. Would there be enough time to – take care of things – before Betty was done changing Caspian?
Ultimately, it wasn’t worth the risk. Once she was done with the potty, Camila splashed cold water on her face. A lot of the coldest water she could make the tap put out. It helped a little.
She waited in the hall outside the bathroom, wondering how much party time there was left. Maybe they had already finished off the piñata. Camila hoped so. Then she could just hang out a bit and meet some people. With Caspian next to her, hopefully.