Camila hung her head as she sat in front of the Heathers. Wearing shorts that barely covered the pink diaper she was wearing, she felt like a naughty kid. Even with Betty next to her, stroking her back, Camila was so embarrassed she felt dizzy.
It had been bad enough to wake up in an actual puddle in her bed. On top of that, her frantic efforts to scrub the mattress clean had apparently been exactly the wrong thing to do. By the time she’d asked Betty for help, the sorority had no choice but to pay for professional upholstery cleaning to try and save the mattress.
The Heathers had taken everything out of Camila’s hands, from taking her sheets to the laundry to putting her mattress on the enclosed porch to dry. The one silver lining was that though they were obviously upset with her, they weren’t making fun.
“Camila, we’re not going to yell at you. We need to talk about how to keep what happened this morning from happening again, but nobody is going to shout at you or be mean.”
Camila looked up at Heather Miller and nodded miserably. “Thank you.”
“It like, happens.” Heather Rapp said. “Just take care of it before it damages the house.”
“Bedwetting and accidents are sensitive issues anywhere. We want to support you and take care of you.” Heather Lambert said. “Part of that is you recognizing when you need help, and letting us in to support you.”
“I understand.” Camila said, in a tiny voice.
“I want to go over what happened really briefly, so you have a chance to correct the record on anything that’s been distorted.” Heather Miller said. “You had an accident last night, and accidents have been a problem for you in the past. Is that right?”
“Yes.” Camila squirmed and blushed.
“Your Mommy spotted your accident and offered to help you, but you turned her help down, correct?”
Camila’s throat was so tight she could only nod.
“When you woke up after a big bedwetting accident, you tried to fix it yourself instead of asking for help, even though you didn’t know the right way to clean a mattress, correct?”
“Yes Heather.” Camila dropped her head, dripping a couple of tears on her peach shorts.
Heather M sighed. “First off, nobody is mad that you had an accident. Every person in this room has worn diapers and used them. If you had no potty training at all, we’d love and support you.”
Camila sniffled and nodded. She didn’t dare raise her eyes. There was a ‘but’ coming.
“But, with this many people using diapers, we have to be vigilant about taking care of potty issues. If everyone is lax about diapers and accidents, the house would be unlivable. Do you understand, Cammie?”
Do you understand, Cammie? Camila flinched internally.
It was the same thing her mom would ask when she’d explained why it was a bad idea for a girl who had accidents to go to a sleepover. She’d really wanted to go over to Ginger’s house… but Mom was right then, just as Heather was right now.
“I do.” Camila said resolutely.
“In these situations, we usually let the sister pick her punishment from a couple of options. Punishments should be memorable and connected to the behavior that was a problem.” Heather Lambert said.
“So like, here are your choices.” Heather Rapp said. “You can take a spanking for three nights, because you acted like a kid refusing help. You can do the whole house’s laundry for a while to make up for work you made. Or you can have plastic on your mattress for the rest of the quarter because some embarrassment is better than making messes you can’t clean up.”
Camila swallowed. In a way, the choice itself felt like a punishment. What if she picked the wrong one and the Heathers lost respect for her? She reviewed Heather’s list in her mind again. They’d each come with a reason attached to them.
I’ll do the laundry anyway. Camila thought. That’s not so much of a punishment, and it’s right to do.
That left just the spankings or putting plastic on her mattress. Both would be embarrassing. The plastic was the milder punishment for sure. Lamara wouldn’t care if Camila walked around the room in nothing but a diaper, she wasn’t going to care about plastic on the bed. All Camila had to do was not invite people to her room and that punishment was gone.
Because you acted like a kid and refused help. Camila sighed.
That was the real thing she’d screwed up. She’d been upset about having an accident while she was out with Belén and wanted everything to go away. It was irresponsible, just like trying to clean a mattress with hot water and hand-soap had been.
“I’ll take the spankings.” Camila said, lifting her gaze nervously.
The Heathers all looked satisfied. Camila relaxed a little.
“Betty, do you want to do it, as Camila’s Mommy? If that’d be uncomfortable for you two, I can do it.” Heather Miller said.
“I’d have a different approach to this.” Betty said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to do it.”
“That’s fine.” Heather M said. “Camila, come see me before bed tonight, and the next two nights.”
“Yes Heather.” Camila nodded.
“It sounds like your mommy wants to talk to you about this too, but it’s important for you to know that as far as we’re concerned, your punishment ends completely with those spankings.”
“Yeah, like, clean slate for you.”
“Everyone makes mistakes. You’ve done a good job taking responsibility. You can get out of this uncomfortable conversation now.”
“Thanks Heather, Heather, Heather.”
“Ugh. You can just say Heathers.”
“Everyone refers to us as a unit, we don’t mind at all, sweetie.”
“Heather, Heather, you are such nerds.”
The laughter that broke out was infectious. Camila was feeling good enough to maintain a little smile on her way out of the room. That feeling blossomed into full warm fuzzies when Betty gave her a big hug.
“That was tough in there, I’m proud of you, Little Girl.”
“I’m sorry I made so much trouble.” Camila sighed.
“I’m sorry you had to get grilled like that. You made a mistake, but I think the Heathers blew it up into a much bigger thing than it really was. That said, I did want to talk to you a little. Do you have time to come to my room?”
“Yes Mommy.” Camila said. Betty hadn’t explicitly said they were playing – but she was in a diaper and taking instruction from the older girl. If anything, being Little made it less embarrassing.
In Betty’s room, with her head on Mommy’s lap, Camila felt the rest of the tension from the disciplinary committee session slip away. Betty didn’t get into whatever she wanted to say right away either. They spent some happy snuggle time together, with Betty stroking Camila’s hair.
“Feeling up to talking yet, Little girl?”
“Yes Mommy.”
“I want to talk about your potty issues. I know I said a break from diapers was a good idea, but the first day we tried that you had two accidents.”
“I – know what you’re going to say. I think I should wear diapers at night too.”
“That’s part of what I was going to say. I actually think you should be wearing them all the time, for a little while.”
“What? Even to class?”
“You had an accident on a date, sweetie. I can’t think that class will be a situation that is any easier for you to deal with. I don’t want you to have accidents in public. You were really upset last night.”
“But – how can I – everyone will know!”
“I’m sure we can find you some cute outfits that don’t show off your diaper.” Betty said. “You may have to be a little careful, but the reminder will hopefully help you concentrate on making it to the bathroom.”
“What if I say no?”
“I don’t think you should.” Betty said firmly. “But we can put a time limit on it. It’s Sunday. This time next week, if your accidents are under control, we can get you out of diapers or at least downgrade to pullups.”
“What if… my accidents get worse?” Camila whimpered.
“Then I don’t think that’s the fault of the diapers.” Betty said. “We could try potty training at that point, I could make you a little calendar…”
Visions of many, many potty training calendars flashed in Camila’s mind. Humiliating sad faces sprinkled among the stars, taunting her. She sat up and shook her head.
“No please. I can do it on my own.”
“I know you can.” Betty said with a smile. “You’re such a good Little girl. You managed it before you came to school – mostly, right?”
“I did!” Camila insisted.
“Then the diapers are just backup. You work hard on making it to the potty when you need to, and if you miss, the diapers keep you from having a bad day.”
“Okay. I guess so.”
“I’m going to be checking your diaper a lot too.” Betty said. “In fact, let’s check it right now. Open your legs for me, baby girl.”
Camila whined as she shifted her legs apart. Having Betty hook her fingers under the crotch of her diaper was dangerously hot. It felt like the precipice of one of her wildest fantasies. Even if it was for a limited time, she was Betty’s twenty-four-seven diaper baby now.
“Good girl, you’re dry. Do you need to go to the potty?”
Camila considered. It took too much effort to realize that yes, she did.
“Yes Mommy.”
“Do you want to go and use the potty, or do you want to use your diaper?”
“I thought I was trying to get to the potty.” Camila asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
“Deliberately wetting yourself is different than an accident. It’s another way to take control. Either way, the point is that you recognize when you need to go and dictate when it happens. It doesn’t come out as an accident without you noticing.”
“But why – I mean, is that something I should do?”
“Just because you’re having potty issues doesn’t mean you can’t have some ABDL fun.” Betty said with a grin. “What’d you join this sorority for anyway? If you want to wet, I’ll show you a way to feel very good in a wet diaper. If you want to use the potty, go ahead and use it.”
“Is it really okay? We were taking a break from all the Little stuff.”
“It’s okay if you want it. We’re going to have to take a break from everything but the diaper wearing starting tomorrow anyway. Classes are going to get serious for both of us. There won’t be a lot of time to play as my Baby Girl.”
Camila licked her lips, feeling a sexy blush spread across her nose. “Do you want me to wet in front of you?”
Betty grinned. “Yes baby girl, I’d love to watch you wet again. Actually, this time I want to have my hand on your diaper while you do it.”
Camila giggled and scooted a little closer to Betty. “I’m ready.”
With Betty’s hand down the front of her shorts, cupping her crotch, Camila suddenly found it difficult to go. That Betty would know the instant she started wetting – that she’d feel it sent butterflies racing out of Camila’s belly into every finger and toe.
It took some pushing and a little grunt of effort, but once the gates were open there was no more resistance. Camila’s blush deepened when a slow smile spread across Betty’s face. She was happy to close her eyes as Betty leaned in for a kiss, accepting the older girl’s tongue while she finished her accident. It was hot and wet in Camila’s shorts, but she was the same all over. Prickles of sweat were breaking out across her rapidly warming skin.
“That was a big one! What a good baby.” Betty cooed. “It’s perfect for what Mommy has in mind.”
“What are you going to do?” Camila asked with hushed breath.
“Take control of you. Make you feel good.” Betty kissed Camila gently again. “Can I hold you down, or tie your wrists?”
Camila’s heart went THUD, THUD, THUD in her chest. “O-okay.”
“You tell me if you want out of these, and I’ll take them off right way.” Betty produced a pair of pink cloth cuffs that secured around Camila’s wrists with Velcro.
“Yes Mommy.” Camila said, trying to keep herself from openly panting. The heat in her diaper was cooling and spreading out, supporting her on a warm soggy cushion.
With the handcuffs secured to each other and around one of the headboard’s vertical metal bars, Camila was feeling trapped. Deliciously, teasingly trapped. The anticipation was raising goosebumps all over her skin.
“You look pretty warmed up, but let’s make sure. No sense in rushing to the main event.”
Betty straddled Camila, leaning down for a long kiss. Camila cried out into the kiss when Betty massaged her breast. She wasn’t sure how much more warm up Betty thought was necessary, she was ready for Betty to take her right there, in any fashion her mommy desired.
Nibbles across Camila’s neck lead to her shirt and bra bunched up around her neck. Kisses across her bare chest had Camila begging for anything or nothing. Without knowing what Betty had planned for the ‘main event’, all she could do is ask, “Please, Please” over and over.
Something solid and thick pressed up against Camila’s crotch, smashing the wet padding against her. There was a click – then fireworks. The vibration from the wand was thought-shredding. The few times Camila had used a wand on her own, it had been intense enough on bare skin, or through panties.
Now, with all the wet diaper shuddering along with its vibrations, the wand was driving its pulses directly into Camila’s nerves. She was screaming, or moaning, or both, it was hard to tell. Pressure built up in her whole body, to be released with a soundless tensing of her body that made the headboard creak in protest.
It didn’t end! The moment Camila thought she was coming down, Betty had the wand pressed to her diaper again, working it in small circles. Faster than it had ever happened before, there was a second flash. That one took away sound. The wand kicked up to high speed and the next flash took away colors.
Camila had her eyes open but she wasn’t seeing. She couldn’t hear or taste or touch. She could only receive the consuming vibration that took her across rolling peaks of ecstasy again, again, and again.
She was sore-throated and sweaty when she came to in Betty’s arms. Her muscles jangled like she’d touched a power outlet. She’d never felt such a mix of sore and gentle pleasure on her crotch before. Betty had her in a clean diaper, lotioned and padded up.
“Mommy, what the fuck was that?”
“Hey now, no cursing.” Betty said, lightly swatting Camila’s diapered butt.
“Sorry but – wow ow.”
Betty giggled. “I’m glad you liked it. Did that help fix your morning a little?”
“Yes Mommy, thank you.”
“I have to do some grocery shopping for the house today. We can cuddle a little longer, but not much.”
Camila sighed and stretched out. The cuffs were off too. She wasn’t sure if she missed them or not. They had been interesting and new for sure.
“I’m going to go help with the laundry.”
“It’s not your week for that.”
“I know, but I think I should.”
“This is why I didn’t want the Heathers to grill you. You’re going to be too hard on yourself as it is.”
“I want to contribute and make things right.”
“You’re such a good girl. You know I’m a lucky mommy, don’t you?”
“You really think so?”
“I do. Give me a kiss, and we can go do our chores.”
Happily, Camila leaned in for a slow, sweet kiss. Along with getting dressed, it made for a nice transition out of the edges of Little space.
Still feeling a bit floaty, Camila trundled down to the laundry room. It was as much of a wreck as it had been last Sunday. Saturday night generated a lot of laundry in a sorority, apparently. Lots of sisters seemed to save their baskets for the weekend anyway.
Two of the three washers were running. All the dryers were. Grabbing the basket at the head of the stack, Camila stuck the magnetic name tag to the washer and loaded the clothes. She had just added detergent and was starting the cycle when someone scoffed behind her.
“What are YOU doing here?” Ginger asked. She had a bundle of folded blouses in her arms, fresh from the folding and ironing area.
“I’m helping out.”
“Oh, is this your punishment, because you ruined a mattress?”
Camila bit back the very vulgar words that jumped to her tongue.
“No, it’s not. I’m helping anyway.”
“Oh yeah, what IS your punishment? Getting patted on the head and told how great you are for pissing all over house property?”
“I’m getting a spanking okay?! From Heather M. Tonight and tomorrow and the day after, before bed.”
“Makes sense. Baby punishment for a useless baby.”
“Why are you even here if you hate all this stuff so much?”
“Because I thought you were joining Alpha Kai!”
Ginger’s shout echoed off the laundry room’s concrete walls. Their eyes were locked, Ginger defiant and angry, Camila confused.
“What?”
“You would have been perfect for them to recruit. I rushed the sorority furthest away from them.”
“You came to Delta G to…”
“To get away from you! And here you are, the queen-fucking-bee of the place!”
“That doesn’t even make sense. I got grilled by the Heathers this morning.”
“Oh yeah, big deal, three spankings. You’re still their golden girl.”
“Why’d you stay? You could have taken the NDA money and walked out.”
“Rush was already over, dumbass. I’m not like you, I don’t have Doria recruiting me. I didn’t have other options.”
“I don’t get it, I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me all the time.”
“And you never will. Fuck this. You want to help with the laundry, you can take my shift.” Ginger threw the folded blouses to the floor, scattering them among the dirty clothes that had escaped their baskets.
“Ginger, why…” Camila growled in frustration. Ginger had already turned her back and was at the door. “We used to be friends!”
“Yeah. We USED to be.” Ginger said, looking darkly over her shoulder. “Wonder why THAT didn’t work out.”
Camila was left staring at the laundry room door. Not only was her feud with Ginger inexplicable, it was getting worse than it had been. It’d been getting worse every year since they stopped hanging out in Freshman year of high school.
For the hundredth time, Camila searched her memory. She couldn’t remember anything that should have Ginger so angry. One day, they’d just stopped hanging out. Camila sighed angrily and snatched up the blouses Ginger had tossed. Luckily, they wouldn’t need to be re-washed.
Later that evening, Camila knocked hesitantly on Heather M’s door. In a way, the uncomfortable anticipation of the spanking was nice. It had finally gotten her altercation with Ginger off her mind.
“Come in.” Heather said.
Camila stepped in and closed the door behind her, standing contritely with her hands behind her back.
“Oh, hi Camila. I heard you were helping in the laundry today. Did you want to switch punishments? That’s okay to do.”
“No, I’m going to do both.” Camila said.
“You’re a stubborn one.” Heather said, chuckling. “I can relate. I won’t try and talk you out of it. Come on, bend over my lap.”
Camila approached while Heather took a seat on her bed. Even though she’d picked the punishment, it was embarrassing to lie down on Heather’s lap. It was worse when Heather peeked in the back of Camila’s diaper.
“Nice and dry, that’s good. You don’t want a spanking on a wet butt, trust me.”
Camila didn’t have a lot to say, she could only squirm, trying to stay balanced.
Shorts went down to her knees. The diaper came down next. Camila bit her lip and closed her eyes when Heather stroked her bare rear.
“Why am I spanking you?” Heather asked.
“It’s my punishment.”
“What did you do to deserve being punished?”
“I acted like a kid… instead of asking for help.”
“That’s exactly right. Good girl. I don’t know what you’re expecting, but this isn’t going to be a sexy spanking. This is your last chance to switch your punishment to laundry.”
Camila shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
Heather hadn’t been kidding. Her hand came down, hard and fast. The slap rang in the small room. It was followed by another on the opposite cheek, then another, and another. Camila’s resolve to be quiet failed almost immediately. She went from biting her lip, to whimpering, to softly crying out in the space of five smacks.
Ten spanks and Camila was crying. Her butt was on fire. She had her fists balled up in Heather’s comforter, hanging on desperately. In all it was twenty hard, echoing slaps that Heather counted out. Camila was panting and sobbing openly by the end of them.
There wasn’t much comfort offered either. Heather pulled Camila’s diaper and shorts up, got her back on her feet. Only then did she wipe Camila’s tears away with a handkerchief, and offer it for the girl to blow her nose.
“I’m sorry.” Camila whimpered.
“I know, Cammie. You won’t make a mistake like this again. You’re a good girl, and you want to be one.”
“I do. I… Heather, do you give me special treatment? Am I the golden girl?”
“What? Where did that come from?”
“One of my sisters thinks I get special treatment. It’s not – I didn’t ask for it.”
“Ginger.” Heather said. It wasn’t a question. Camila shrugged and looked away, refusing to confirm.
“You get the treatment you earn. You’ve been enthusiastic, brave, and hard working. I’m proud of you and I’m glad you decided to rush with us.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Heather stroked Camila’s hair. “You’re my favorite new sister, but you earned that.”
“I don’t want to be the favorite.” Camila said, feeling sobs in the back of her throat.
“It’s not a bad thing to be the favorite. Welcome to the political world. We – humans – treat people differently. People who work hard and rise to the top will get the best of everything. Sororities exist to create those kinds of connections. Lots of them also exist to maintain networks of power, but I like to think the Delta Gs are more merit based than that.”
“I just want to be good. I want everyone to be proud of me.”
“Oh darling.” Heather pulled Camila in for a warm hug. “We are so proud of you. I’m sorry that one of your sisters is jealous, but don’t think that means you’re a bad person. You’re a great person, sister, and Little Girl.”
Camila cried gently into Heather’s shoulder until the older girl gently disengaged.
“Here’s proof that you don’t get special treatment.” Heather said, wiping Camila’s fresh tears with a tissue. “As sweet as this was, you’re still finishing your punishment. I expect you back tomorrow night and the night after. Those spankings will be just as hard as the one you got tonight.”
Camila touched her sore rear involuntarily. Despite the way that thought made her rear flinch, she nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Thanks Heather.”
“You’re a good girl. Don’t let people get up inside your head. I think you do that enough to yourself as it is. Now go to bed. You’ve got class tomorrow.”
“Okay Heather. Thanks again.”
Camila sighed as she walked slowly back to her room. She hadn’t expected college to be so much. She didn’t know what Ginger was talking about, Camila’s life didn’t feel easy at all.
Next week will be better I’m sure. I’ll make everybody proud of me.