2011

Based on @LittleSusieQcomment, I'd guess she means getting up and standing when you pee. Or laying down so the wetness will wick towards the back more. And yes, controlling the flow so you don't oversaturate any one spot.

No, the slowest vehicles on any multi-lane road are, by law, required to keep right. The left lane is for passing only. It's supposed to be kept clear except or for those vehicles that are constantly passing all others. It's also the lane emergency vehicles use, so long as traffic isn't backed up. Though granted, if traffic is heavy and everyone is going slow then that's a different story. And yeah, everyone does seem to ride everyone elses bumper. As if that will somehow make grandma go faster. Who's a mile ahead and slowing even more for an upcoming merge.

Chapter 6 – Living with Grandma The next morning, Lucy woke up and looked at the clock. She was amazed to see that it was only 8:30am. She had never been awake this early in a long time. Lucy felt the urge to pee and slowly climbed out of bed whilst adjusting to the daylight. As she stood up, she instantly felt the thick bulky diaper underneath her PJ’s. The events of yesterday started to come flooding back. There was no way that she was going to wet herself again. Lucy made her way to the bathroom where she once again found it locked. She pulled on the door handle in frustration before giving up. That’s when she came up with a plan. Lucy could hear Grandma making breakfast downstairs. She knew that after eating breakfast, her Grandma would allow her to take a shower. It wasn’t ideal, but she would be able to pee in the shower again and avoid using her diaper. Lucy tried to forget about the pressure in her bladder and went downstairs. ‘Good morning’, beamed her Grandma as Lucy walked into the kitchen, ‘how did you sleep?’ ‘Fine’, Lucy replied bluntly. ‘Would you like some cereal?’ asked her Grandma. ‘Yeah’, answered Lucy. Her Grandma put her hands on her hips, ‘is that how we use our manners?’ Lucy rolled her eyes, ‘could I please have some cereal?’ she asked. Her Grandma shook her head as she placed a bowl of cereal in front of Lucy along with a glass of fruit juice. Lucy felt very thirsty and gulped down the juice before starting her cereal. ‘How’s your diaper doing?’ asked Grandma, ‘do you need changing?’ ‘NO’, Lucy snapped back, ‘I haven’t used it’. Grandma was surprised that her diaper was still dry but didn’t say anything else whilst Lucy ate. She had already worked out the kind of mood that Lucy was in and knew that a conversation with her would be hard work. Instead, she started tidying up the kitchen. Lucy continued to eat her cereal until she stopped all of a sudden. The need to pee was now becoming more of an issue and she could feel the pressure on her bladder. ‘I don’t want anymore’, said Lucy, ‘can I take a shower?’ ‘You’ve hardly touched your cereal’, replied Grandma. ‘I’m not hungry’, said Lucy as she began shuffling in her seat. ‘You need to keep your strength up sweetheart’, replied Grandma, ‘have a few more mouthfuls’. ‘Please’, Lucy begged, ‘I just want to take a shower’. Grandma looked at Lucy suspiciously as she watched her granddaughter frantically shuffling in her chair. ‘Do you need to pee?’ she asked. ‘Yes, I need to pee’, Lucy replied desperately. ‘That’s what your diapers are for’, smiled Grandma. ‘I’m not using a stupid diaper’, she snapped back. ‘Well, you don’t have a lot of choice’, informed Grandma. ‘Please can I have a shower’, Lucy begged. Grandma raised her eyebrow, ‘why are you so desperate to have a shower?’ Lucy stopped complaining and suddenly felt herself blushing. She saw her Grandma’s eyes opening wide. ‘Lucy, please tell me you haven’t been peeing in the shower’, her Grandma said whilst looking mortified. Lucy started crying. Not only had her embarrassing secret been revealed, but she had also lost the battle with her bladder as she felt a stream of pee hitting the front of her diaper and her crotch started to feel warm. She quickly stood up to see a yellow stain growing on her diaper. ‘That’s better’, her Grandma smiled as she saw the state of Lucy’s diaper, ‘that’s where you’re supposed to do your pee pee’s’. With that, she took hold of Lucy’s hand and led her back upstairs. This time, Lucy didn’t fight back and wanted the wet diaper removed as quickly as possible. As they entered the bedroom, Lucy was confused when she was told to remain standing up rather than lying down on the bed. Her Grandma began to undo the tapes of her diaper before letting it drop between Lucy’s legs with a wet squelch. Lucy stood there awkwardly as her Grandma began cleaning her with baby wipes. After she was satisfied, her Grandma sat down on the bed before taking hold of Lucy’s wrist and gently pulling her over her knee. ‘What are you doing?’ Lucy asked angrily as she tried to stand up. Suddenly, she felt a familiar pain on her bottom. SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘OW!’ Lucy howled. ‘You’re not to pee in the shower’, her Grandma told her before continuing the spanking. SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘It’s disgusting!’ her Grandma exclaimed. SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘I’m sorry’, Lucy begged, ‘I won’t do it again’. ‘I know you won’t’, Grandma assured her. SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘Dirty girl’, Grandma said in a stern voice SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK ‘I’m so sorry Grandma’, Lucy cried as the tears rolled down her cheeks, ‘I promise I won’t pee in the shower again’. ‘Where will you pee?’ Grandma asked. Lucy continued sobbing, ‘in…in…in my diaper’. ‘Good girl’, replied Grandma, ‘speaking of which, I think you’re due a clean diaper’. Lucy was allowed to stand up before laying down on the bed. She watched as her Grandma picked up a pacifier. ‘If you’re going to act like a baby and go around peeing everywhere, then that’s how I’ll treat you’, she said before putting the pacifier into the crying girl’s mouth. As Grandma diapered her, Lucy started to feel like a baby because there was one thing that she really wanted. She wanted her Mommy. - Later that day, Lucy was allowed to watch TV. As her Grandma walked in, she noticed the pacifier on the coffee table. ‘Did you not want your pacifier?’ she asked. Lucy’s eyes widened in fear but her Grandma smiled. ‘It’s alright’, she said, ‘let’s see if we can go without it’. Lucy sat awkwardly as her Grandma sat next to her. ‘Why do you even have all this baby stuff?’ asked Lucy. Grandma turned to Lucy and sighed. ‘You remind me a lot of your mother’, she said, ‘she was exactly the same as you at your age’. ‘She was?’ Lucy asked curiously. ‘Oh yes’, Grandma replied, ‘she was rebellious, grumpy and an absolute nightmare some days’. ‘Are we talking about the same woman?’ Lucy asked, ‘my mother is one of the calmest people I know. She doesn’t even know how to raise her voice’. ‘I guess I’m responsible for that’, Grandma smiled, ‘I knew that she was out of control and since my husband had walked out on us, I knew I had to take control’. ‘What did you do’? asked Lucy. ‘Exactly what I’m doing now’, replied Grandma, ‘it’s called tough love’. Suddenly, everything made sense to Lucy. She couldn’t picture her mother being rebellious but the more time Lucy spent with her Grandma, the more she realised exactly why her mother had turned out the way that she was. ‘You mean, you kept my mother in diapers as well?’ asked Lucy dumbfounded. ‘Not for long’, smiled Grandma, ‘she soon sorted out her behaviour after a week or two in diapers’. Lucy couldn’t believe that her mother had gone through the exact same punishment that she was now enduring. ‘Anyway’, said her Grandma, ‘dinner won’t be long’. With that, she went into the kitchen. Lucy prodded the thick diaper between her legs and was counting down the days until she could wear her regular underwear again. After another half an hour of watching TV, Grandma called Lucy into the kitchen. As she walked in, she was told to sit down at the dining table. Her Grandma placed down a plate of chicken with potatoes and vegetables on it. Lucy’s diaper crinkled as she moved around in her chair. She was hating the fact that she was getting used to being diapered. Lucy sulked and ate her dinner. - Lucy took one final mouthful before putting her knife and fork down. ‘Are you finished?’ asked her Grandma. ‘Yeah’, mumbled Lucy. ‘You haven’t even touched your vegetables’, said Grandma. ‘I don’t like vegetables’, Lucy stated. ‘Nonsense’, replied Grandma, ‘vegetables are healthy for you. Eat them please’. ‘No’, scoffed Lucy. ‘Excuse me?’ asked Grandma. ‘I said no’, Lucy replied bluntly, ‘I’m not eating them. You can’t make me’. ‘Oh yes I can young lady’, said Grandma standing up from the table. As she walked over, Lucy suddenly feared that she was about to receive a spanking. Instead, her Grandma picked up a spoon from the table and scooped up some of the vegetables. ‘Open up’, instructed Grandma. ‘What?’ Lucy said confused. ‘If you’re going to be difficult then I’ll have to feed you like a baby’, replied Grandma, ‘now open up’. Lucy locked her lips tightly shut and shook her head. ‘Final warning’, Grandma said sternly. Lucy felt her bottom lip begin to quiver as she feared what her Grandma would do if she refused again. Lucy looked down at the spoon full of peas, carrots and broccoli in disgust. She reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted the spoonful of vegetables. However, as soon as the taste hit her, she immediately spat it out. ‘It’s gross’, Lucy complained, ‘I can’t eat it’. Her Grandma put the spoon back down on the table and shook her head in disappointment. She left the room for a second before returning with something in her hand. ‘What’s that?’ Lucy asked curiously. ‘It’s a bib’, her Grandma replied. ‘I don’t need a bib’, Lucy complained. ‘Look at the state of you’, said Grandma. As Lucy looked down, she saw that there were not only vegetables all over the table but they were also all down her top. ‘If you’re going to eat like a messy toddler then a bib is exactly what you need’, said Grandma as she tied the bib around Lucy’s neck. Lucy began sobbing, ‘I don’t want a bib’, she cried, ‘I’m not a baby’. ‘You could have fooled me’, replied Grandma, ‘you’re sat there crying all because you don’t want to eat your vegetables. Shall we try again?’ Lucy looked up at her defeated and nodded her head. Her Grandma scooped up another spoonful of vegetables and brought it to Lucy’s lips. She reluctantly accepted it. Despite the taste, she was determined to prove that she could do it and managed to swallow all of the vegetables. ‘You see’, smiled Grandma, ‘that wasn’t so bad, was it?’ ‘I guess not’, Lucy replied quietly. She felt embarrassed that she had made such a big deal out of nothing. ‘Right then’, said Grandma, ‘just a few more mouthfuls and you’re free to go back to watching TV’. Lucy started sobbing again as she forced another spoonful of peas down her throat. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to miss her Mom more and more as the hours passed by.

are you going to be posting more chapters?

Could we please drop the politics?