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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Part II Holly did her best to reason with the blonde girl as the pair drove away from the school. "Please, Emiko, I know that growing up must have been difficult, but that's no reason to take out your anger on other people. It must have been very tough growing up on a military base, but I'm not going to try and control you. Honest, if you just go back and explain everything to the principal, I'll forgive you." The two pulled up to a stoplight. Slowly, Emiko turned her head and gazed into Holly's chocolate eyes with her own blazing twin emeralds. The smaller girl quickly looked into her lap, unable to match Emiko's gaze for more than a few seconds. Emiko burst out laughing. "One of the things we learned on the base was that deep down, all Chinese are a bunch of cowards. Looks like you do them proud, Holly." Holly's cheeks flared with a red hue as the ethnic insult hit home. She had never been proud of being Chinese, but it was still a part of her identity. Her grandmother had always told her stories of when the Japanese had invaded during World War II when she was a little girl. The stories were so explicit and graphic that they had given her nightmares well into her teenage years. The events traumatized her to such an extent that she had built up an inherent fear and subservience to the Japanese. Emiko certainly didn't look Japanese or talk like it, but in the end she acted like some nightmare that had come right out of Holly's subconscious. She was cool, collected, calculating, and driven, just like the Japanese invaders had been. The wet spot on her panties had only gotten larger with time as she felt another shiver run down her back at the sound of Emiko's laugh. She instinctively tightened her thighs together as Emiko pulled into a mall parking lot. Grabbing Holly's purse, she reached into her wallet and dropped the driver's license into the glove compartment. "Little girls don't get ID," she said. "We'll stop by the bank later and you can have it back for just long enough to give me access to your account." Holly was flabbergasted. "I can't just give you all my money! I'll be broke!" With one smooth movement, Emiko unlatched Holly's seatbelt and forcefully pulled the girl across her lap in the driver's seat. Holly's face was pushed up against the door and she couldn't move in such an awkward position. Worse yet, the parking brake was digging into her crotch, a most uncomfortable position. It almost felt like a cold, metal dildo was pushing up against her panties. The ten spanks that Emiko laid against the girl did nothing to ease the girl's discomfort. With hot tears in her eyes, Holly felt herself pulled up into Emiko's lap. Her legs spread until she was straddling Emiko's slim waist in the seat. Emiko's demeanor appeared to change immediately. Lovingly, she stroked Holly's cheek. "Holly, look. I may not look Japanese, but I know Japanese honor. I'm responsible for you now - look at you. You clearly can't take care of yourself. That means you are my responsibility. I won't run away from you and leave you penniless. I'm responsible for you, which means I'm in charge of your money, your job, your social life, everything. I'll run your life the way I want it run and I won't hear a sobbing little girl tell me what she thinks is best for her. Got it?" Her harsh words rang in Holly's ears. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before the Chinese girl burst out in tears and hugged Emiko tightly, sobbing into her...now Emiko's...skirtsuit. She felt like she was on an emotional roller-coaster that had flown off the track at the top of a hundred-foot-peak. She had been reduced from a proud, happy teacher to a snivelling, emotional wreck in a matter of hours. When Emiko patted her pantied behind and given it a loving squeeze, she almost felt rejuvinated, as if that one simple act had taken all the responsibility for her crumbling life away from her. "Now, let's go find you some new clothes, shall we?" Emiko asked, an evil glint in her eye. --------------------------------- The pair walked out of the mall, Holly struggling with a number of bags behind her with Emiko confidently strolling ahead. The poor girl was exhausted, while Emiko seemed to have an extra spring in her step. Holly had been amazed at the speed by which her new guardian had picked out clothes for her and set a strict timetable for Holly to try on all the clothes she had picked out. If Holly took too long in changing, Emiko would just pull back the flimsy curtain holding her changing room shut and let all the other patrons leer at the shocked girl in whatever state of undress she was in. After the fourth time of being exposed in yet another store, Holly had attracted quite an audience. The fact that Emiko reduced the amount of time she had to change every time that she was caught dressing did not help matters. It was an extra embarassment for Holly that the clothes she was caught in only served to further her childishness. Now Holly, dressed once again in her tiny schoolgirl uniform, felt a fresh dose of humiliation. All the things that Emiko had said in the car had only served to lower Holly's guard. She wondered if she would ever wear a real bra again. Emiko had insisted on training bras for the poorly-endowed girl, saying she should "nurse and treasure what few assets" she had. For Holly, nothing had ever been so humiliating. Or arousing. Her standard-issue white cotton panties were soaked, an important little fact and one that Emiko had figured out after the second time that she had exposed Holly's undress to the kids' clothing store they were visiting. She was constantly on edge. Just when she thought she could relax, Emiko would caress her leg or give her a playful smack on the behind. That would only renew her alertness and cause her body to become more sensitive to the slightest touch. It was clear that the blonde was taking delight in the poor girl's misfortune. Emiko was on top of the world. This morning she was nothing, a transfer student from Japan. Now she was a teacher at a prestigious, well-paying private school, with access to all of Holly's savings along with the small trust fund her parents had given her after a quick stop at the bank. It wasn't much, and not nearly enough to retire on, but plenty to afford more than a few indulgences...like buying a new wardrobe for a teacher-turned-schoolgirl. Emiko smirked as she recollected how easy it had been to convince the girl to change roles with her. Holly had always chosen clothes that were a size or two larger than she was; on Emiko, however, they fit like a glove. "Got to give it to you, little girl," she told the blushing schoolgirl, "You have great taste in clothes." She smoothed the hem of her new pink skirtsuit. As the two pulled into their new driveway, they saw a portly middle-aged man waving at them. Shutting off the car, Emiko opened up the door and greeted the man. "You the folks that just moved in?" he asked. "Yes. My name's Emiko Shinan. I'm a new teacher at St. Aggie's," Emiko said, brimming with confidence. "Thought I recognized that uniform your young charge is wearing," the man replied with a bit of a smirk. "I'm quite familiar with it. I'm Mr. Bottoms, the head disciplinarian at St. Aggie's." He leaned down and gazed at Holly's legs, emphasized by the tiny jumper. "Holly, come out and say hello!" Emiko said with a glare. Mumbling an apology, Holly exited the car and curtsied demurely to Mr. Bottoms. She did not have much margin for error, as the tiny jumper did not give her much room to raise it without exposing her panties. "What a well-mannered girl," Mr. Bottoms said. "You must be very proud." "Not really," Emiko said. "We're home early because Holly broke down after she was spanked in front of the class for being late." Mr. Bottoms grinned and looked at Holly with a predatory gleam in his eye. Instinctively, Holly covered her butt with both hands. "So who was the man lucky enough to spank this truant little girl?" "Ms. Thomas asked one of her students, Brady, to spank the little girl," Emiko replied with a shrug. "Holly was so thankful that she asked Brady out." Laughing, Mr. Bottoms said, "Well, I wish girls would appreciate being spanked as much when I was a young man. Still though, I don't think Holly learned her lesson if Ms. Thomas had young Brady perform the spanking. Students sympathize with their peers, you see, and aren't nearly as assertive as they could be. I know Brady quite well and he needs to improve his technique." "You have something else in mind?" Emiko asked. Mr. Bottoms pointed to a house across the street. "Best let me finish her punishment properly. I wouldn't want Brady to get into trouble because Holly didn't learn her lesson. Besides, I'm recovering from a bit of a cold and I want to make sure I can come back to school without getting rusty at my technique." "What a great idea!" Emiko replied, pushing Holly towards the older man. "I have to unload all this stuff anyways and get settled in. Holly, you play nice with Mr. Bottoms. And don't waste too much of his time - you have a hot date tonight and we need to get you changed. Brady won't like it if those wet panties of yours are still on." The door slamming shut was like a death knell for Holly. She blushed and stammered as the older man approached her. With each step forward he took, she took another back. "Come on, little Holly, don't you want to be spanked?" Mr. Bottoms asked kindly. "You know it's for the best." Holly backed up through an archway, ending up in the kitchen. Her backward movement was stopped by the kitchen island. She defensively placed both hands on her shapely rear under the tiny jumper. "I was already spanked today!" she pleaded. Mr. Bottoms reached out with one hand. His kind tone did not waver. "Holly, you're making things more difficult. Just hand me your panties so I can spank your bare tush and I won't up the punishment any more." The schoolgirl gasped loudly. She was an adult, for crying out loud! The outfit she was wearing was short enough as it was. If she turned at all, the jumper would fly up and show off her nether regions. For her to go without panties would mean the smallest breeze would expose her crotch to the world! "But Mr. Bottoms! This is already so short - what happens if someone looks up my skirt!" Mr. Bottoms bellowed out his laugh. He closed the distance between the two of them. "I planned on giving them back, Holly. I only give bare-bottom spankings. But since you want me to take them, I'll oblige. Little girls like you shouldn't be wearing wet panties anyway." With lightning speed, he spun Holly around and bent her over the island. Holly's panties were down around her ankles before she knew what was going on, and whisked off of her mere moments later. A firm hand on her back kept her firmly bent over as Mr. Bottoms began spanking Holly's tight little arse. She squirmed and fought, but nothing stopped his disciplined hand. Twenty-five painful swats later, he finally let her stand back up. Pocketing her panties, he shook his head. "I'll give them back to Miss Emiko at school tomorrow. You better go and get ready for your date, little girl. I look forward to seeing you in my office in the future." Tears streamed down Holly's face. Mr. Bottoms was a true expert at his craft; her posterior was a bright, bright crimson. Rubbing her sore bottom under her jumper, she slowly made her way out the door and across the street. Remembering she had no keys, she had to ring the doorbell. Emiko answered, still dressed smartly in what used to be Holly's pink skirtsuit. She pulled in the shorter girl quickly. "Did he actually spank you?!" she asked. There was clear excitement in her voice. Holly gave the slightest of nods. Emiko leapt up into the air. "This is so awesome! I can't believe I have my own little China girl. C'mon, let's get you dressed up for your date." Grabbing Holly's hand, she dragged the girl upstairs. Holly felt an awful sense of dread wash over her. She desperately hoped that Emiko would not notice how wet she was, but Lady Luck had not been with her today and it was unlikely to return any time soon. -
By Little Sherri · Posted
Are you going to have a vehicle at your disposal, while you are there? If you have a car, you can probably get by without having to bring it up. I've been on golf trips with my buddies, where we've rented a condo or a cottage for a few days, and I never had to say anything to anyone about being in diapers. I do wear lined plastic pants (now, after bitter experience), just to make sure that I don't inadvertently leak while I'm sleeping. I'd just bag my diapers, and put them into a gym bag, and every couple of days, I'd do a run to a gas station or whatever, and toss them. On the other hand, I stayed with a good friend a couple of years ago, without a car, deep in the suburbs of a US city, in a gated community, and I did not foresee any easy way to dispose of a couple of diapers a day, at least, without putting them in his garbage, so I discussed it with him up front. They had really strict garbage contents HOA bylaws, and he'd had issues with his kids and his contractor getting him fined by throwing out things in an incorrect manner, so I just decided to talk it through rather than rolling the dice on him later having to answer for why there were diapers in his garbage. -
By BabyJilly_S · Posted
Nice, thought Luci was about to get some drugs then rather than a spank, sweet ending. -
By Anniebabygirl · Posted
For you to be telling me all of this gave me goosebumps all up and down my body. I was trying to hide how turned on and how curious I was. "Spank, spankings? oh I see. hmm well well, I enjoy them too...receiving! I dont think im the best at giving." I let out a small laugh "besides, one guy told me I have the perfect butt for spankings." I said nearly choking on my wine as I coulsnt believe those words came out Stirring my wine, "I guess, well most of my life. I would sneak diapers at times. But then when I had big girl money I started to buy them more." "it's not just wearing them that i love. it's the thrill of maybe getting caught. hmm being treated like I belong in them...like a...a bad girl who needs to wear and even use them" was the wine making me say all of this? "but I have other kinks too. I mean, if if you wanted to hear them. Also...mmm maybe you should check? I mean if you want" I said looking away -
By CuriousForPadding · Posted
Wow, funny how time flies! I had forgotten all about this account until recently, and just spent a few minutes reading through what I had written here when I was in the middle of my conversion to true 24/7 diaper wearing. It’s been a little more than a full year since the last time I decided to go all in - you can see my post from early June acknowledging it. I adapted quite quickly to diapers, and found myself losing bed wetting control very early on. This was both scary and exhilarating to me, and was mostly confusing to my wife, and caused a certain amount of self-doubt and insecurity on my side, which I finally pushed through. Honestly, the summer of 2025 was incredible. I learned so much about myself and how uncomfortable I had been without diapers. I finally stopped making my underwear decisions for others’ fears, and started making decisions based on what I wanted. Diapers liberated me! I am happy to say that in the last year, I have almost completely surrendered the (very iron-clad) control I once had over my bladder. I can no longer trust that my body will reliably signal my need to pass urine to my conscious mind in time for me to find a toilet. I cannot trust my sleeping mind to wake me when nature calls. My diapers have become functionally necessary for me at all times. I am finally living the life I wanted, free of fear or shame, and it feels wonderful. I’m debating whether to return to these posts and continue updating my story, as I step across the threshold of my first year and into the next chapter of my life. If there are people who are finding value in these posts, I’d be happy to keep going, and maybe circle back to some of the more notable incidents I experienced on my journey here. If you have thoughts, shoot ‘em my way!
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