Sucking Up, by Clinediap

Chapter 18
Chapter 18

Chapter Description: by Clinediap

"Really?" Alicia pouted, sniffling. "What else can you do to me?"

"I can show you the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat in public," Diane told her. Alicia began to open her mouth to protest, but Diane cut her off before she could get a word out. "Don’t you tell me that’s not what you were doing. I babysat enough when I was younger to know. I could tell that was all you were from the first time you walked into the office, even before you seduced Frank because you thought you deserved all the prettiest toys for yourself, but at least now you’re almost the right size to get away with it. Except that never stopped you before, did it? You never outgrew that, did you? You know why? Because your parents were too easy on you. Well, now you’re getting a second chance, sweetie. Maybe this time when you get older, you’ll actually grow up."

Diane grabbed her wrist, tugging her into the kitchen and sitting her down at the table, going over to the sink and grabbing the bar of soap from earlier and a knife, setting them down in front of Alicia. "You’re going to cut off a piece of that bar," Diane told her. "Length-wise." She drew her finger across the surface of the soap, as if she was afraid Alicia was too stupid to know what that meant. "Then cut off any sharp bits. And be careful. I don’t want to have to look for where you keep band-aids in this place, if you even have any."

Alicia looked up at Diane, confused at her assignment, wondering if this was some weird joke, but if it was, Diane was doing a good job of pretending otherwise. Alicia shrugged, picking up the knife and cutting across the bar of soap while the woman observed, then, with a nod, wandered back into the living room. Alicia stared after her, fingers tightening around the handle of the knife. It had a rather small blade, but it was sharp. She’d hated people before, but never had she actually wanted to stab anyone as much as she did right then. And Diane had even handed her the weapon to do it...

Of course, she’d likely done that because she knew Alicia was no threat to her. Even at full size, Diane was bigger than her, and now she was dwarfed by her. If she could get the element of surprise on her side, she might have a chance, but otherwise she’d probably just get herself into even more trouble. Although, if this was the worst that Diane was going to do to her, maybe that wasn’t such a big deal. Alicia let her grip loosen a bit, returning to her task, shaving off the corners from the little stick she’d carved. It was dumb, and a bit tedious, sure, but she really didn’t see how this was meant to teach her a lesson.

She heard a crinkling from the other room, much louder than what came from her damp pull up as she squirmed on her seat, and knew it had to be coming from one of the diapers they’d just bought. That was it, probably, the real punishment. Alicia saw her hands shaking as she thought about it, had to set down the soap and her knife, afraid she would cut herself. Just one week ago, she’d been getting ready to go out and hit the clubs with her friends, pouring herself into a nice, tight dress that showed off her body perfectly, going naughtily bare underneath, not bothering with so much as a G-string. Now she had practically no body worth showing off. That dress would be a tent on her now. Instead of no underwear, she was about to be put into a diaper, thick, plastic coated, infantile. How had so much changed in so little time?

"Hmm..." Diane mused, making Alicia jump a little, having been so caught up in her self pity that she hadn’t heard her approach. "I guess it’ll do." Alicia glared up at her, at the person who had done all of this to her, so close to her, and her hand darted forward, only for Diane to grab away the soap and knife from in front of her at the last minute, setting them both back over on the sink. Alicia could see one of the diapers in her other hand, and as Diane came back to the table, she began to unfold it.

"Look at that," she said, holding out the diaper. "That’s so much thicker than your pull ups, isn’t it? That can hold so much more... Those pull ups were made for girls mature enough to be responsible for getting themselves to the bathroom on time. So they’re really not for you, are they? You’re not even that mature... No, these fit you much better. You should have been in these years ago. Hell, you never should have gotten out of them, should you? Oh, I know you want them... You want to wear them, because then you won’t have to do anything for yourself, will you? You can just relax like the little princess you think you are, and you won’t have to worry about a thing, not even keeping your little pants clean."

"That’s not what I want," Alicia whined. "Stop acting like you know what I want!"

Diane laid the diaper down on the table, spread out. Alicia gulped nervously as she stared down at it, seeing that it was, indeed, quite a bit bigger than what she had on now. The idea of that bulk being between her legs was strange and frightening, but not nearly as much as the fact that she was helpless to stop it. Diane picked up the bit of soap Alicia had cut, laid it inside the diaper, then took ahold of Alicia’s wrist and pulled her up. "Now let’s go get started," Diane told her gently.

"Started?!" Alicia looked up at her, surprised. Diane nodded as she led Alicia to the couch, setting her down and pulling off her shoes and socks, and then her shorts, and, finally, her pull up.

Diane sat down then, patting her knee. "Lay down," she instructed. Alicia froze, remembering the threat from that morning.

"No," she squeaked. "No! I’ve never been spanked before, and I..."

"Maybe that’s your problem," Diane interrupted.

Alicia glared at her, pouting, then continued. "And I’m not going to let you be the first one to..."

She let out a yelp as Diane grabbed her, wrestling her over her lap despite her fierce squirming and kicking, all of which stopped with the first slap. Alicia’s eyes widened at the sudden burst of pain across her backside, sharp and, perhaps even worse, humiliating. "If you’d behaved," Diane told her, giving her another spank, this one on the other cheek, "this would have been much simpler." Alicia could imagine red handprints already forming on her bottom, could feel the stinging that she had a feeling would stick around for a while, making it rather uncomfortable for her to sit still.

Diane gave her a moment with those first two strikes, then, without warning, began in earnest, hand raining down on the girl’s ass, making sure there wasn’t an inch left unpunished. Alicia’s fight came back quickly, as she squirmed furiously, trying to get away, to no avail. After a few minutes, Diane stopped again, rubbing her back gently. Alicia sniffled softly, fighting with herself to keep from crying, not wanting to give Diane the satisfaction.

After a minute, enough time for Alicia to regain a hint of her composure, Diane said, "If you’d just put yourself over your knee like I’d asked you to, we’d be done. But you had to be difficult, didn’t you?"

Alicia’s blood froze in her veins as she heard a crinkling from behind her, another memory from that morning resurfacing. Diane didn’t show her what she was getting out, but she didn’t need to. "No!" Alicia protested. "No! I am an adult, and I will not let you..." The hairbrush landed across her already tender bottom with a loud whap, turning the rest of her words into a cry of pain. "Y-You can’t, I..." The brush came down again, this time on her upper thighs, and all her work of keeping her eyes dry was undone in an instant. Once she felt the first tear, it was too late, and she was bawling.

"You are not an adult," Diane told her. "You do not tell me what I can or can’t do. You are a child. I am the adult. I am in charge. I will do whatever I want to you." She punctuated each sentence with another slap. Each one made Alicia hate her more, and yet each swat only reinforced to Alicia how true the words were. "Do you understand?"

Alicia couldn’t answer the first time, but after another spank and a repeat, she managed to get out, "Y-Yes!"

And then, mercifully, Diane was done. Alicia heard the bag rustle again as the brush was put back into it, and she collapsed on Diane’s lap, sobbing. "Shh," Diane whispered, gently rubbing her bottom, red and aching. "It’s all right."

When Alicia had calmed down, Diane lifted her up and led her, still rubbing her damp eyes, into the kitchen. She stood by, all her resistance cried out, while she saw Diane go to the sink for the soap. She had expected that - it didn’t mean she liked it, but she wasn’t about to do more than give a light moan when she saw it, not wanting to risk anything else. "You said some very bad things today," Diane told her. "And some very mean ones." Alicia nodded weakly, opening her mouth. "You are learning!" Diane exclaimed with a smile. "Good girl!" Alicia wrinkled her nose as she felt the soap being slid into her mouth, past her teeth. "But what you did today is too much for this to make up for."

She walked back to the table, picking up the little stick of soap Alicia had carved, bringing it back over, holding it in front of her tear-stained, soap-filled face. "That’s why you made this for yourself... We’re going to clean you out from both ends." Before Alicia could figure out what that was supposed to mean, Diane’s hand moved downwards. Alicia’s eyes went wide as she felt the soap being pushed against her sore bottom, then even wider as it was guided past her red skin to an even more sensitive area. She squirmed as the soap made its way further into her, slowly, trying to move away from it, to escape. She fidgeted every which way, ending up on her tiptoes when, at last, she felt her body take the last of it in.

She began to squirm even more earnestly, feeling a slight itching inside of her, followed by a burning sensation. She mumbled through the bar of soap pitifully while Diane went to wash her hands, then came back to her, this time holding the diaper. "Shh... Calm down, sweetie," she cooed as she pressed the diaper between her legs, quickly taping it up snugly onto Alicia wriggling, red bottom.

At first, it felt cool against Alicia’s skin, almost comforting, though soon the heat of her body changed that, making it feel more like a sauna. It seemed to be even thicker on her than it had looked off, and she had a very definite waddle as Diane marched her into the living room. Even if she hadn’t been in such pain, she doubted she could have managed to walk normally with all that bulk.

Diane took her to a corner of the room, pointing her nose at it and then pulling up the skirt of her dress in the back, leaving her padded backside fully exposed. "Oh, if you could only see how adorable you look," she gushed. "Actually, I guess you can." Alicia heard the click of a shutter behind her, then Diane held her cell phone in front of her face. The sight was astounding. Even knowing it was her, it was hard to accept. No, the person in the picture, the little girl in the thick diaper, well spanked bottom peeking out from the corners and underneath, couldn’t be her. It just couldn’t be. "This is what a good little girl looks like," Diane told her. "Isn’t it?" Alicia nodded wordlessly, still stunned.

"And that good little girl," Diane continued, pulling her arm back and walking across the room to the couch, "is going to stay there for an hour."

"An hour?!" Alicia gave a muffled gasp. Already, she could feel the suds filling her mouth, trickling down her throat despite her best efforts. Already, the soap in her bottom was making her bottom twitch and squirm uncomfortably, and not only from pain. It was certainly not a pleasant feeling, having it smoldering inside her, but she could tell it was doing more than hurting, could feel her already quite full tummy contracting at its bidding. Alicia couldn’t imagine that effect was an accident, but at the same time, she didn’t think that even she would be a sadistic as that.

"One more sound from over there," Diane said, "and it’ll be two."

Alicia forced herself to stay quiet, standing there, feeling the soap working on her from both ends. She did her best to stand still, but she couldn’t keep herself from fidgeting, from wiggling her bottom, as if that would dislodge the irritating sensation from within her. Though she knew it was coming from deeper than her skin, she tried to scratch the itchiness away, but she couldn’t barely even feel her fingers through the diaper’s padding. And the cramps just kept getting worse.

Then, as she was sure things had gotten as bad as they could, she heard a knock on her door. At first, she thought one of her neighbors had heard her crying and called the police, that Diane would be found here with a clearly mistreated little girl, and she would be saved, until Diane chirped, "Right on time!"

Alicia wasn’t sure what was going on, knew she wasn’t allowed to turn around, so she just stayed there, fearing what new torture had been thought up for her. Her heart nearly stopped as she heard another voice, and it became clear. "Yo, ’Licia, come on! We don’t have all night!"

She burbled a frantic, "No!" through her sudsy mouth, then heard her door being opened, letting at least Rachel, one of her clubbing buddies, see in, straight to the corner of the room she was standing in. Most likely, though, it would be the whole group, everyone Alicia had hung out with, before all this had started.

"You must be Ali’s little friends," Diane said cheerfully. "Well, I’m afraid Ali’s been a bad little girl, and she’s not allowed to come out and play."

She could hear Will chortling, face turning as red as her backside as he said, quietly for him, "Man, I told you she had to be into some kinky shit."

"Is that a diaper?" Marie whispered back, only slightly better at keeping her voice low, though in her case, Alicia had a feeling she meant for everyone to hear. Marie and Alicia had never really gotten along... The only reason they put up with each other at all was that they were both friends with Rachel, and Alicia was only friends with her because her cousin was one of the best fake ID makers around, and that got her a discount.

Alicia had forced herself to stay quiet until then, wishing she could just drop dead, not wanting them to see her as she was now, just a child. But, scared or not, she knew they might be her best chance at escaping this, so she turned, blushing deeper as she heard more chuckles at the sight of the soap in her mouth, which she quickly removed. "This isn’t some game!" she told them. "You have to get me out of here!"

Diane smiled at her, walking over and patting her bottom roughly before re-inserting the bar of soap through Alicia’s protests. "I think she wants another spanking," she turned back to tell the others.

To Alicia’s dismay, they all just ignored her plea for help, Marie even adding a snide, "Little bitch could use it."

Alicia mumbled helplessly as she listened to her friends walking away, door closing after them, Diane pushing the soap in to the back of her throat. She couldn’t believe they would just leave her here, that they’d think she actually wanted this. How stupid could they be?!

"I definitely heard a noise from you," Diane said, giving the soap a good working around, until Alicia could feel the suds dripping from her mouth. "So I guess one hour just wasn’t enough for you, was it?"

Alicia whimpered unhappily, hopelessly, as her knees buckled and she felt her bowels explode into her diaper. "Uh-oh," Diane laughed gleefully, pressing her hand to Alicia’s backside, pushing into the mass forcing its way out. "Is someone having an accident?" Alicia sniffled, squatting down slightly. "Come on, sweetie. Fill your little diaper for me. Fill it up right up to the top. Let’s see how much your nice didees can hold." Much as Alicia would have liked to ignore those instructions, her body had other plans. She bit down into the soap as the mush continued to flow, out into every crevice of her thick diaper, expanding it outwards and downward, leaving it sagging between her legs.

"Good girl," Diane praised her when she was done, sliding her hand down the back of the diaper to the crotch of it, forcing it upwards, into Alicia’s skin, then patting the back of it a few times roughly. "Since you did such a good job, I think I’ll let you sit down for that extra hour of corner time. How about that?"

The thought of sitting in this diaper made her stomach sour, and her bottom still ached enough that she knew she’d be squirming the whole time anyway, trying to find the least painful spot to sit, but Alicia knew better than to argue the point. That would only make things worse, and she really didn’t want to see where Diane was willing to go from there.

"Good girl," Diane repeated. "You’re just a good little baby, aren’t you?"

Wearily, defeated, Alicia could only nod.