Cloth Diapers & Panties

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It was, of course, uncomfortable when she had to adjust her skirt and jacket, but she persevered. And Veronica’s stare did not aide her calm, but she chose to ignore her piercing expression. Katherine expounded on the intercommunication software which featured dozens of applications, but her presentation mainly spotlighted the use of multiple encrypted files which be transferred simultaneously. Katherine continued and eventually fell into the rhythm of her presentation which ended with enthusiastic applause. She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped down off the small platform grateful for her articulate fluidity. But her reverie was interrupted by Neville. “Oh, here comes Mr. Sorgant. Looks like he’s got some big fish with him.” Katherine steadied herself. Mr. Sorgant, the Vice President of Excelsior Global, had gathered several well-dressed men and women. Katherine felt empowered after her speech, but the sensation of inadequacy quickly reemerged. She couldn’t shake the feeling and wondered if it was a side effect. She attempted invisibility but it was too late. Mr. Sorgant waved her to join the group like an overenthusiastic father. Katherine had no choice but to comply. Katherine warily joined Mr. Sorgant and his entourage. Introductions were made and were followed by questions which Katherine answered knowledgeably. As she spoke Katherine felt her confidence return but her rising positivity swiftly diminished. Behind the stocky figure of Mr. Sorgant, a dark- haired presence emerged. It was Veronica and she was smirking. Katherine was well acquainted with Veronica’s devilish nature but opted to ignore her existence. But this did not stop Veronica from interjecting cloaked compliments into the conversation. Veronica used every opportunity to add to Katherine’s accolades with phrases like: “no small job”, “short-handed” and “tiny details”. Veronica’s “compliments” were delivered to the group but directed at Katherine. Internally she bristled at each gibe, but Katherine smiled and fielded the myriad of questions with aplomb. Eventually the men and women concluded and dispersed. Mr. Sorgant, who had hung back to allow the businesspeople to interface with Katherine, stepped up. Veronica remained planted. “Thank you, Miss Emerson. I really appreciate you taking the time. I think that wraps it up,” Mr. Sorgant said as he vigorously shook her hand. “What do you...” Katherine stopped. Her voice sounded funny. She turned politely away and coughed. “Two of those of men were from Lockheed. I think we’re in business. Great job!” he added. “You’re welcome, my...” Katherine halted again. Then it hit her. Her voice didn’t sound funny. It was higher! Katherine nodded and smiled, and Mr. Sorgant drifted away distracted by a nearby vendor. Veronica and Katherine locked eyes. Veronica’s smirk returned and penetrated Katherine. In a ploy to distance herself from the toxicity Katherine rotated and walked toward Neville. Veronica followed but hovered nearby like a watchful shadow. Katherine wobbled toward the computer console irritated her heels had become a challenge. Then, without warning, her right foot slipped sideways, and she pitched forward. She faltered but caught herself on the table. Katherine could feel Veronica’s eyes on her as she corrected her foot in her shoe. Katherine steadied herself and looked down in alarm. Two crumpled balls of tissue sat contemptuously on top of the keyboard. Instinctually her hands flew to her chest. The pressure compressed her suit, blouse, and bra flat against her body. Katherine’s face flushed. In a flash Katherine snatched up the two balls and snaked them back into her bra. It took every ounce of self-control not to turn in Veronica’s direction. She knew she was watching so Katherine adjusted the levels for the upcoming video presentation. She was under a microscope and each movement brought embarrassment closer. She found Neville in a conversation with two other technicians. Katherine coughed to announce her presence. Neville turned. She spoke and falsely lowered her voice to a normal level. But Neville couldn’t help staring at her. She slipped a few times into her higher voice, but she disguised the indiscretion with another cough. It was upsetting. Katherine winced. She realized her voice currently matched her physical changes. However, if she remained silent her power suit disguise might protect her. Katherine’s anxiety dramatically rose. Suddenly she felt very vulnerable and out of place in the adult business world. In addition, it was increasingly more difficult to concentrate. But she focused and managed a brief exchange with Neville concerning the presentation. But the nauseous feeling from earlier bubbled in the background. While Neville described his plan, a habit in which he often overcomplicated the simplest solutions, Katherine noticed Paul Morrison appear in the crowd. He waved in her direction. Katherine panicked. She was in no condition to interact with her potential boyfriend. Another wave of nausea and shyness overtook her. Katherine sprinted into the south corridor to avoid a mortifying encounter with Paul. The walkway traveled to the skyway. From there it was simple matter to weave through the shops and down to the cab stand. The skyway was long, so it employed two modern moving walkways. This allowed travelers to be transported to the various connecting passageways to shops and business meeting rooms. Katherine breathed a sigh of relieve as she stepped onto the gliding platform. She was safe. She rested to the side and permitted the numerous luggage laden travelers to pass. Suddenly a cold breeze blew high on her legs. A few passersby snickered. Katherine looked down and blushed in embarrassment. While confidently gliding on the moving platform her skirt had slipped off her slim hips. Katherine whipped her head around to assess her exposure then snatched up the ring of fabric. She pulled but the skirt resisted. She tugged again harder and heard a ripping sound. Katherine panicked. She was riding on the moving platform practically bottomless. She knelt to inspect the situation. Her skirt was entangled in the connected metal teeth of the moving sidewalk and was slowly being digested as it moved forward! Katherine ignored the soft giggles. She heard a rumble of luggage wheels and glanced up. The sidewalk ended in fifty feet! Katherine pulled harder against the fabric as it was swallowed into the great turning machine. There was nothing to do. No amount of force could retrieve the garment. And even if she were able to rescue the skirt it would be tattered. Resourcefully Katherine removed her jacket and wrapped it around waist and tied the two sleeves together. She looked down just in time to see her skirt disappear into the gnashing mechanical teeth. Katherine’s attention was on her skirt when the sidewalk ground to a halt and the deafening alarm sounded. Katherine tumbled forward onto the carpet and landed prostrate and uncovered. The momentum caused her jacket to flip onto her back which left her tiny bottom on display. Peals of laughter erupted around her. A few teenagers pointed and added to her humiliation as they passed. “Uh-oh, baby went boom!” “Dude, the moon came out early tonight!” Katherine wiped the moisture from her eyes and scrambled to her feet. She judged the various connecting hallways and considered her best route. Several yard behind her a harsh voice rang out. “Hey you!” It was the same hotel security man she had encountered earlier. In any other circumstance Katherine would have confronted the hourly employee with all the confidence of a queen. But she was diminished, not only in stature, but in will. Something in her flipped and she had no desire to negotiate in her current condition. It would be an arduous battle. So, unsure of the impending confrontation, Katherine ran. She sprinted through the crowd and into the nearest corridor. She spotted a metal exit door and slipped through it and blindly bounded down the cement steps. She emerged into another moving crowd. To avoid attention, she slowly walked down two more hallways until she felt alone. She paused and listened for her pursuer. Apart from Martin Denny there was only silence. Katherine had eluded security, but her efforts had deposited her into an unfamiliar and deserted part of the grand hotel. The Montford’s corridors were traditionally adorned in a wine- colored motif. But Katherine’s view was filled with white louvered doors and a predominantly green palette. The palm leaf carpet design, numerous potted plants, and artwork evoked a Polynesian ambiance. Katherine questioned whether she was still in the same hotel, but it didn’t matter. She just needed to get home, regroup, and return. Unfortunately, there was a major obstacle. She was currently half clothed in a downtown hotel brimming with convention attendees. The repercussions of an encounter with one of her colleagues was unthinkable. Katherine had to find some clothes. Gratefully her jacket covered her bottom, but it only wrapped so far. Anyone directly in front of her had a generous view of her underwear. Katherine nervously tightened the sleeves again. A faint humming sound tickled Katherine’s ear. At the end of the hallway a large Hispanic woman stepped out of one of the white louvered doors. In her arms were piles of towels which she deposited into her cart. But it wasn’t the woman which caught Katherine’s interest. Above the cart on a short metal rod hung clear wrapped individual hotel uniforms. Katherine hid to one side behind a tall fern and counted. She timed the cleaning woman’s movements. The woman disappeared back into the room and Katherine compelled herself toward her prize. She wasn’t a thief, but it was impossible for her to exit the hotel and hail a taxi half-dressed without detection. Katherine rationalized she would only borrow the garment to preserve her dignity and career. The hallway was empty. Katherine could hear the woman out into the corridor. Her constant humming would act as an alert if she returned to the hallway. Katherine neared the cart and confirmed the garments were indeed hotel uniforms. They were perfect. Naturally, if she were seen in a uniform, she would be mortified. But it was an ideal disguise. No one would give her a second look as she walked out of the hotel. A quick change into the housekeeping uniform and she could finally leave. Katherine decided the closest exit was the most convenient. Once she was on the street, she could walk a few blocks to a nearby hotel, catch a cab and avoid detection. Katherine listened for the familiar tune the dark-haired woman hummed. She felt bad pilfering the uniform but reminded herself she would return it dry cleaned with an anonymous note. Beyond the louvered doors Luciana Hernandez hummed. She was stout and stood at an unusual five foot six inches. She had been an employee at the Montford Hotel for six years and worked as a housekeeper for seventeen years. She liked her work. It allowed her to be on her own. She only answered to a few supervisors. And if her duties were completed in a timely manner no one interfered. Katherine reached up. As her hand contacted the wire hanger a sharp pinching pain suddenly pierced her shoulder. Katherine twisted as Luciana bent down to Katherine’s face and let loose a barrage of Spanish. Katherine only understood one word. “Robango”. Luciana’s linguistic assault continued as Katherine attempted to explain in a sorrowful mix of Spanish and English. But Katherine’s excuses only infuriated Luciana so she released Katherine’s shoulder and seized her wrist. Katherine resisted but found no foothold. She skated across the mosaic tiled floor of the spa. It was a harsh reminder of when she fell on the moving platform and lost her heels. Spanish pelted Katherine as she was dragged further into the empty spa. Then the woman stopped but did not relinquish her grip. Katherine gulped. In her bare feet their height difference was disquieting. Luciana’s verbal deluge halted, and she leaned into Katherine’s face expectantly. When Katherine offered no answer, Luciana wheeled her around and landed five swift slaps to her bottom. “What the hell lady?!” Katherine shouted. Katherine tried to wrench away but it was futile. Katherine was spun back to face Luciana as she delivered another round of angry Spanish. Katherine tried to respond but instead only stammered. With no result Luciana spun Katherine again. Katherine struggled and lashed out with her free hand which landed a soft blow on Luciana’s arm. “No! No, no, no golpeando!” The tightness in Katherine’s arm increased as she was forced forward. A breeze of cold air rushed up Katherine’s backside as her jacket was ripped from her body and tossed unceremoniously into the room. In a flash Katherine found herself looking at the floor! Luciana’s leg pressed into her stomach. But her realization was instantly interrupted by a sharp pain which erupted on her bottom. She was being spanked! Luciana swiftly landed ten swats on Katherine’s panty clad behind. They were harder than the previous ones and her ass quickly turned bright pink. Luckily, the spanking was brief. The dark-haired woman pulled Katherine backward off her leg. Katherine scrambled to her discarded jacket and clutched the garment close to her body. With one hand she covered herself and rubbed her pulsating bottom with the other. Katherine remained riveted on Luciana. She cowered unsure what she might do next. Katherine hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl. And even then, those spankings were more gentle pats or reminders than punishments. As an adult she was aware of the pleasures of spanking, but she preferred the slow and soft approach. The idea had never appealed to her. But there was nothing sensual in this encounter. Luciana was fuming and her deep brown eyes insisted this was a punishment spanking. “But why?” Katherine thought. Luciana assumed correctly she was stealing a uniform. However, the woman’s reaction was wildly inappropriate. “She had spanked her...” Katherine stopped and the unbelievable thought hit her fully. “...like a child!” That’s how Luciana regarded her. Katherine wasn’t shabbily dressed or impoverished. To Luciana she was a naughty child who required punishment. Katherine peered across the room into the robin blue glass tiles. They were too far to create a proper picture and distorted Katherine’s diminished image further. Katherine’s heart pounded in her chest. She calculated the distance to the door, but Luciana’s tense expression squelched any impulse to run. Instead, Katherine froze as another tirade of Spanish escaped Luciana’s lips. Katherine did not understand Spanish. She had picked up a few words and phrases during her travels to Cozumel. But it was clear the woman did not view Katherine as her equal. Given her current shape and size Katherine trembled at Luciana’s perception of her. Luciana wagged a finger at Katherine. “No te muevas!” she sternly commanded. Luciana plodded into the hallway to her cart. Katherine heard the fuzzy squawk of a two-way radio and the word “seguridad”. Beyond the oversized stalls and to the left Katherine spotted a second door. She listened for Luciana’s movements to cease then shot toward it. Meanwhile on the convention floor Veronica was overjoyed by her revelation. Something was odd in Katherine Emerson’s appearance and Veronica itched to know more. Especially if it afforded her an opportunity to undermine the petite go-getter. If Katherine was hiding some ailment or deficiency she wanted to know. And if she could peel away her upbeat veneer and expose her that was even better. Veronica resented Miss Emerson’s smiling unflappable positivity. And the fact Paul Morrison paid any attention to Katherine infuriated Veronica. The Excelsior Global video presentation began. The giant video wall exploded in a sense overload. The crowd stood shoulder to shoulder and marveled audibly. Each expression of awe stabbed at Veronica. Early in the development Veronica managed the team until Katherine’s suggestions redirected their course. Then the dynamic shifted, and Veronica was replaced. What should have been a crowning achievement for her became Katherine Emerson’s glory. Veronica spotted Neville. He stood with his arms folded and twitched at each segment of the presentation. Anxiously he pivoted his head from the video wall to the computer console. It had been a nerve-racking day and Neville anticipated the next disaster. Veronica followed Neville’s nervous gaze to the computers and smiled. Nestled under the table was a familiar bag. It was Katherine’s purse. Veronica grinned. With attentions on the video presentation Veronica smoothly escorted the purse behind a black curtain and opened it. She wasn’t searching for anything in particular but hoped for at least one item to damage Katherine’s reputation. But there was nothing unusual. No secret keys, illicit letters or inappropriate club memberships were present. Then she spotted the small burgundy wallet. She snapped it open and removed Katherine Emerson’s driver’s license. Veronica was excited but the laminated card revealed little. Even the photo was ordinary. Veronica pulled a few other cards from the small leatherette wallet. There were grocery cards, a few credit cards, and a gym membership card with an equally pedestrian photo. For a moment she had the notion to borrow Katherine’s wallet. She could make generous use of her credit cards, but she wasn’t a thief. Then the table vibrated as Neville’s cell phone received a text from Katherine. The Montford spa was currently under refurbishment which accounted for its lack of patrons. Adjacent to the spa, at the opposite end of the floor, were a series of lounges. Each served a separate function from hot stone therapy to seaweed wraps. Each lounge was independently designed and appointed to reflect the service inside. Katherine panted down the empty corridor and slipped through a teak door marked “Solitude”. It was a good omen. She was certain she hadn’t been followed but peeked out into the hallway and listened intently. There was only silence. Katherine needed clothes. She couldn’t travel through the hotel barefoot and half naked. It was too risky. She pulled her phone from her jacket and stared sadly at the cracked screen. The spa floor had offered no kindness. Her battery was down to three percent and she had almost no signal. Katherine cursed herself for running. If she had been thinking clearly, she might have diverted to one of the hotel shops and purchased clothing. Now she had no idea where the shops were located. Her wild detours through the maze of hotel corridors had left her disoriented. She was lost and confused. Then, as she stood alone in the deserted lounge, a horrible thought abruptly hit her. She had left her purse downstairs! She no money for a cab. She was trapped. Katherine tried to call Neville, but only received error messages. On her third attempt it finally connected but went directly to voicemail. She glanced at her dwindling power and decided to take a chance and sent a text. “Please bring me my purse. And bring me some clothes, anything! I’m in the spa in a lounge called Solitude. Hurry!” A few anxious moments later her phone buzzed. The reply simply read “Okay. Yes.” Katherine started to reply but the phone died mid-sentence. She shivered and hoped he would hurry. Veronica was beaming. She triumphantly strolled through the hotel toward her victory. Her friendly façade was so pronounced a strange woman stopped her for directions. “Can you tell me which way the Catalina Room is?” the woman asked. Veronica surveyed the woman. She was dressed in a dark green skirt and a pale blouse with a large red scarf tied loosely around her neck. She looked like a vintage hiker. Veronica’s pause prompted the woman to explain. “I’m an assistant troop leader,” she said. She gestured to a small group of twenty girl scouts waiting in a clump across the hall. A few eager girls waved while the rest shifted sullenly and leaned against the wall. “Frankly, I’m not doing a very good job. Mrs. Walsh is going to be terribly upset. We’re already late.” Veronica heard the tremble in the troop leader’s voice. “I think it’s down on the third floor. Is there a convention? Are there cookies?”

After a few moments Evelyn got up and took her daughter over to her crib, gently shelowered the teenage toddler on the soft mattress and her pillow before planting a kiss on her forehead, after covering her with a blanket she pulled up the bars and locking them after that she slowly crept out of the room and closed the door. Evelyn cracked her back and rotated her shoulders a bit before finally heading to find her brother and her sister-in-law in order to understand what was going on.

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