Baby Talk

WTF! Who roots through garbage to see what you are sending to the dump? 

Part III "You remember when we first met?"  Emiko said as they entered the former guest room. (Emiko had established in no uncertain terms that it would be Holly's room now.)  It seemed so long ago that they had met, but it had only been that morning.  And now, Holly was dressed up in a tiny schoolgirl uniform, her identity completely turned upside down.   "I told you then I was white," Emiko continued, not interested in Holly's thoughts. "But that was not completely true.  My mother's white; she was a school teacher on an army base in Okinawa. Pretty, but vapid. My father's a Japanese officer -- descended from samurai. So I'm a half-breed, neither one thing nor the other. But the benefit is that, with the right clothes and makeup, I can role-play either one -- whichever suits the situation best. I'm playing white right now, but my heart is still Japanese...." Emiko grabbed Holly's bare arm roughly.  "Whereas...whereas YOU will never be anything but a...Chinese," she sneered.  Holly was speechless.  The cruel words hit home. "So," Emiko continued with a curious note in her voice, "I've invited the Japanese Students' Club over for tea this afternoon. You will serve us -- and you'll do so in a special outfit I picked out for you.  I'm sure the girls will enjoy teaching you a lesson or two about yourself.  As for the boys...well, if they're interested in a Chinese whore like you, maybe you'll get a little fun before your date." Holly couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Emiko hadn't given her a break all day.  Now, with only two hours before Brady was coming over for a date, Emiko expected her to serve tea to a bunch of Japanese kids?  And what was this about a special outfit? Once she saw what Emiko had picked out, Holly wished she hadn't asked. It was a very small French maid outfit. "When did you get that?" Holly asked incredulously. "When you were in the changing room," Emiko said with a smirk. "You still haven't told me your dimensions, so I just kept the same ones I used for your school uniform.  That fits well, right?" "No!" Holly shouted. "That thing's going to be tiny on me!" Emiko frowned. Grabbing Holly by the shoulders, she pushed her hard onto the bed. Holly fell on her stomach, and Emiko was on her in an instant. Before Holly knew what was going on, her jumper had been flipped up, and Emiko was smacking her bare, already crimson bottom. The Chinese teacher pounded her fists on the covers, her butt already sensitive from the earlier spankings by Brady and particularly by Mr. Bottoms. For Emiko to add to that was torment. "I'm sorry, I think you're confusing yourself with someone who has a choice in this house," Emiko said condescendingly.   "I was thinking about a Chinese dress, but you're already enough of an embarrassment that we don't need to call more attention to your pathetic race.  Besides, you're definitely more the serving girl type." So, once more, Holly had to change.  Instead of a cold school bathroom, though, this was her own home. Somehow, it seemed even more forbidding, since it wasn't really her house anymore; the deed was now in Emiko's name. Holly sobbed a bit as she stripped down and stood naked in front of the confident Emiko, who handed her a cheap pair of pink panties with a red cherry print. "Try not to soak these with your juices. You'll just be making more laundry for yourself to do." As Holly dressed, Emiko explained the chores that Holly would have to do to earn her allowance. Tears ran down the woman's cheeks, but what really made her ache was finally seeing herself in the mirror.   She'd been right: the outfit was tiny. It fit her figure perfectly. The cut was too low and the hem too high. The skirt flared out and would provide anyone even giving her a cursory glance a full shot of her panties the moment she bent forward. And that was exactly what Emiko insisted she do. Whenever she put down a glass or picked something up, Holly was to bend over at the waist. Even though no one had arrived yet, with each passing instruction Holly began to feel increasingly humiliated.... And increasingly aroused. In fact, by the time the doorbell rang, she could already feel wetness in her crotch. The boy at the door turned out to be tall, lanky, and clearly Japanese. He introduced himself curtly and looked her up and down. Holly winced slightly, giving him a curtsy and looking at the floor demurely. Following him were five other Japanese students: three more boys and two girls. Holly curtsied as they walked past her. Each of the boys leered, while the girls giggled. The maid felt her face flush as she introduced herself and asked if anyone wanted a drink. All the students snickered and started talking in Japanese to each other. Occasionally, they pointed at Holly and laughed. After a full two minutes of standing there awkwardly without comprehending a word, Holly curtsied and went into the kitchen. She didn't know what to do, so she just poured an assortment of drinks, put them on a tray, and carried them out. Emiko had made her wear three-inch heels. It was a plus in that it didn't make Holly feel as small as she normally did, but she was far from adept at walking around in them. Carrying the heavy tray its cargo made the task exceptionally difficult. Slowly, she made her way to the coffee table. Remembering Emiko's instructions, she bent over fully at the waist and slowly deposited the glasses on the table. Those sitting behind her had a perfect view of her tight little rump in the cherry-print panties, while those in front of her got a look down her slight cleavage. The chattering in Japanese got even faster. One of the girls told her to stop what she was doing. Holly froze in her bent-over position. Within seconds there were three hands on her thighs, groping her. The other girl giggled. "Now you know what it's like for us on trains," she snickered. "Don't move until we're done with our drinks!" Two boys stood up and walked around Holly. They pulled her upright, and one kissed her aggressively on the lips.  The other reached around and began fondling her butt. As soon as the first boy was done kissing her, the two rotated, and she found herself liplocked with another boy. Meanwhile, she heard the two Japanese girls giggling...and it was not long before Emiko's laughter joined in. Emiko made certain that none of the boys went too far. She said that Holly had a big date that night, but that they could "have more fun next time."  Despite that, by the time the boys were done with her, Holly was a sweating, quivering mess. "Next time I want in!" one of the girls said, pouting. "Me, too!" the other chimed in. Emiko shooed them out.  She looked down at the Chinese girl and laughed.  "Hope you liked that for starters.  Now get your scrawny ass upstairs and take a shower.  You look like a bitch in heat, and you don't want Brady to think you're a whore." Holly was exhausted -- physically, mentally, and emotionally spent. She had cried so much she wasn't sure she could even summon the ability to do so again.  Emiko's threats gave her the little energy she needed to crawl upstairs and into the bathroom. Emiko soon followed and forcefully yanked off her maid outfit, followed by her bra and panties. Emiko did not look pleased to see how wet they were. "At this rate, I may not even let you wear panties.  You'll spend too much on detergent getting them washed!" Grabbing the nude girl by the arm, Emiko dragged her into the shower and turned the faucet to its coldest setting. The icy water rained down upon Holly, who shrieked. She tried to cover her small breasts and pussy, but the cold made her skin creep with goosebumps immediately. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Emiko tossed in a fresh bar of soap. "Now clean yourself off, you disgusting little chippy," she said. The frightened, freezing girl washed herself as quickly as she could. The fresh bar of soap still had sharpish corners, so whenever she pressed too hard, it would dig into her sensitive skin. The cold water and the helpless panic she felt made her clumsier. She frequently dropped the soap and had to chase after it on the slippery porcelain floor. Emiko couldn't stop laughing at Holly's predicament. Finally, Holly finished and Emiko turned off the water. The smaller girl's teeth were chattering, and she was shivering violently. Producing a towel, Emiko pulled her out of the stall and began forcefully drying her off. She paid special attention to Holly's crotch, taking each end of the towel and rubbing it back and forth between the tortured girl's legs. At long last, Emiko gave Holly a firm swat on the butt and pointed to Holly's new bedroom. "I'm going downstairs.  I've already laid out your clothes. Be ready in twenty minutes...or else!"                ****************************** "Come on, come on!  Get down here already, Holly. You've been up there for over half an hour!" "Sorry," came the faint reply as Holly looked at herself once more in the mirror. She was shocked at the image she presented, in a very short pink dress with short, puffed sleeves. The extremely - Hide quoted text - high hem of the dress, well above mid-thigh, made her feel like a lolita. Underneath, her yellow cotton underwear, with a flower pattern, only amplified her feeling of childishness. Emiko had demanded Holly put her shiny black hair up in pigtails and wear pink lipstick, which enhanced the illusion. The Caucasian-Japanese girl had gone further, giving Holly only a cheap heart necklace for jewelry. And the simple flat shoes that Holly now wore made her feel even more inadequate. "Holly!" Emiko shouted once more and slammed open the door to the guest room...Holly's new bedroom.  The taller blonde had a look of open animosity on her face as she towered over the smaller woman. "Brady is going to be here any second, and you had better be ready. Don't you understand what I'm doing for you?  I was the one who set this up." "Yes, I know, Miss Emiko," Holly replied, using the title Emiko had insisted she use even at home. "And I am ready. It's just that...well, he's only eighteen!" "So what?  It's not like he's a minor. Jeez, you Chinese are always so stuck-up about your morals." The doorbell rang. Emiko grabbed Holly by the hand and roughly dragged her downstairs. Opening the door revealed two figures that Holly recognized immediately as the two men that had spanked her earlier that afternoon. On the left was Mr. Bottoms, the head disciplinarian at St. Aggie's and the man who should have been a peer of Holly's.  On the right was Brady, the young man who was her peer, now that she was only a student. He was also her date for the evening.  The rose he held out for her certainly confirmed as much. "Mr. Bottoms?  What can I do for you?" Emiko asked. "Why, I'm just here to drop off my son for his date," the middle-aged man replied with a grin, giving Brady a slight tap on the back. "Brady's your son?" Holly asked.  What a coincidence, then, that both father and son had spanked her bottom within hours of each other! The thought made her blush and involuntarily glance in the mirror, making sure she still had her panties on.   Brady stepped forward, handing the rose to Holly. She took it with a bit of a smile. Emiko, however, was all business. Taking the rose, she spun away, muttering something about finding a vase. Brady took Holly's hand and kissed it. "Before you lovebirds go, mind if I chat with Emiko for a second?"   Mr. Bottoms asked Holly. "We're colleagues now, and I'd like to get to know her." Brady began tugging at Holly's hand.  Turning back to the disciplinarian, Holly called, "Umm...sure! Go right ahead!" "Thanks," Mr. Bottoms said, striding confidently into the house and shutting the door behind him. There was a surprisingly loud click as the door locked. Holly paid little attention, though, as Brady pulled her out to his car and opened the passenger door. Holly smiled and stepped in, noting immediately that the dress rode up her thighs even more. There was maybe an inch or two separating her underwear from his gaze as Brady slid into the driver's side. In order to give herself a little more dignity, Holly made the bold move to pull the dress up from under her so she could stretch it a bit forward. There was now nothing separating her from the cool seats of the car except her increasingly damp panties. Keeping a hand on the wheel, Brady let his other hand slide down to rub Holly's thigh. She remembered Emiko's message to her earlier that day: be shy and submissive...in short, "everything a good Chinese girl should be." She had dearly wanted to retort, but had found herself unable to under Emiko's withering stare. So she let Brady's hand rub her bare legs as he began to talk. "I know I saw you just this afternoon, Holly, but, damn, did I miss you." Not letting her gaze stray from his hand on her leg, she replied, "I missed you too, Brady." Brady grinned as the two sped away. The date itself was like something out of a 1950s cliché: dinner at a steakhouse, followed by a movie. Holly was kept off-balance the entire time. Beginning with the obvious leering of the server who kept staring down the top of her dress, and then Brady ordering her a light salad instead of letting her order her own meal, and THEN the growing wetness between her legs, Holly found it difficult to concentrate. She kept reminding herself that she was a mature woman of 24 with a Master's degree in education.  She was not a blushing high school freshman who was so easily flattered by an upperclassman, particularly one with rather amateurish come-ons. All that aside, she found it difficult to deny that Brady did have a certain charm to him.  Maybe she liked being treated like a little girl. The movie was...well, she did not really have much opportunity to pay attention. From the moment the lights went down in the mostly empty theater, Brady was all over her, pulling her into his lap and fondling her from head to toe as he forcefully made out with her. Holly didn't fight or even object: each time his hand went up her dress, what little resistance she was able to muster disintegrated. She had already been a randy little tart by the time he picked up the check at dinner.  His clumsy yet effective flirting had made her clench her legs together more than once. So, when he advanced on her in the theater, her arousal was only racheted that much higher. His attempts to finger her were unbearably aggressive and lacked much in the way of technique, but that didn't stop the Asian girl from orgasming three times over the course of the movie. By the time he was through with her, Holly didn't even so much as utter a whisper of a complaint when he pushed her onto her knees on the dirty theater floor and pressed her head into his crotch. It was the filthiest place imaginable for a blowjob.  As it was, she had never been that predisposed to do that in the first place. But when she looked up at him, her juices soaking her girly panties to near saturation, his face a concoction of boyish anticipation and unchallenged superiority, Holly was only too eager to unzip his pants with her teeth. And never before had she taken as large a cock as his. Her previous relationships, such as they were, had all been exclusively with Asian men.  Her mother had always insisted while growing up that it was only right for a Chinese girl, even a half-breed like her, to "stay within the race."  When Brady placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled her onto his rod, she was in near shock at the size of it. All the same, she swallowed every last drop. The two of them were quite a pair upon exiting the building.  Brady walked tall with a glow about his body and a warm, confident grin on his face, while Holly was gripping his arm for dear life, dizzy and stumbling, sweat covering her lithe body, her girly party dress sticking to her form.  Never before had she felt so filthy, so dirty, so publicly humiliated.... So alive. When Brady suggested a nice "out of the way place...to get to know each other a bit better," she jumped at the opportunity. She knew exactly what he was suggesting and so did he, but she didn't care. She was so aroused that she couldn't even think straight. What is more, she knew she wasn't thinking straight and reveled in it. No longer was she Holly, the shy but well-meaning and well-educated teacher.  Now she was Holly, the randy little freshman schoolgirl, squealing with glee that an upperclassman was taking her to the 21st Century version of Lover's Lane.  The entire date had gone better than anything Holly had ever done or seen before, and it was just reaching its climax now. As did she. Twice more. What tiny little vein of responsibility she had left was whispering into her ear that he wasn't using protection. That last vestige of adulthood died a quick death when Brady penetrated her sopping wet cunt. After he finally pulled out, the two lovers leaned against each other in the back seat for a few minutes before he hopped into the front and began driving them home. Holly remained lying across the back seat, panting heavily, her panties bunched around one of her ankles. Before she even knew what was going on, they had arrived back home. Brady exited and opened the door for her, rearranging her clothes into a semi-respectable state before taking her into his arms. Holly settled comfortably in his embrace as he brought her to her door and opened it. What they saw upon entering shocked both of them. Holly's jaw dropped. Brady dropped Holly.  She fell to the floor with a light thump. "Dad!" he shouted. "What the hell? Why did you tie up Ms. Emiko?" Indeed, there was Mr. Bottoms, his folded belt in one hand. Bent over the kitchen counter, dressed in a St. Aggie's school uniform, was Emiko, tied tightly to the counter.  Her jumper was raised above her waist. Her sky blue panties were bunched around her knees.  Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, and a thick cloth cleave-gagged her quite expertly. Her round, athletic bottom was a bright red. It was quite clear what Mr. Bottoms had been up to while Brady and Holly were on their date. "Don't worry, son," he chuckled. "Just flushin' out a mole, that's all." - Hide quoted text - Holly scrambled to her feet and stood beside Brady. It took him a few seconds to get a coherent sentence out. "Dad...again...what the hell?" "I knew somethin' wasn't right with this one," Mr. Bottoms said with a smirk. "I know pretty girls, and I know how to tell the high school kids from the young adults. He gave Emiko a quick swat with the belt, causing her to mewl into the gag.  Tears ran down her cheeks. "This one was no young adult. She had brat written all over her.  So I started askin' a few questions, talking about my methods.  When her eyes lit up after I described my techniques, I knew how I could snare her. She kept asking me to demonstrate on little Holly there, but I had better ideas. I convinced her to change into her uniform so I could demonstrate on her.  What she didn't know was that with my...persuasion techniques, I got her to blurt out what she's been doing to Holly." "What are you talking about, Dad?" Brady asked. He reflexively wrapped his arm around Holly's waist and pulled her close. "What's she been doing to Holly?" "Mr. Bottoms," Holly interjected meekly, "it's not really a big deal.  Maybe...." "Oh, I'm afraid it is, Holly. You see, Brady, Emiko was the original transfer student.  She is 18 and Holly is 24.  Holly was supposed to be the new teacher at St. Aggie's, but Emiko coerced her into switching roles." The revelation shook Holly to her core, but not at all for the reasons she thought.  She obviously was aware of the situation that had brought her to this point, but what should have been a relief made her heart ache.  She was surprised to find herself deathly afraid that Brady might reject her now.   The mere thought of him turning her away after hearing this story made her feel like someone had just walked over her grave. So when Brady kept his grip tight around her and pulled her close, she sighed happily. "I don't care," he said.  "Holly and I had a great night tonight, and I don't care if she's a freshman or a teacher, I still want to be with her." Emiko rolled her eyes and fought against her bonds, snarling at Mr. Bottoms.  The disciplinarian quickly gave her another swat with the belt, which cowed the blonde into silence. "Well, Brady, that's admirable of you. I always raised you to be a man of chivalry, and you're not disappointing me now. But there are rules at St. Aggie's about student-teacher relationships. If you want to be together, Holly's going to have to stay a student, at least until you graduate.  She doesn't have any family around, so I'll be happy to 'be responsible' for her. But after Brady graduates, by then it would be really awkward for Holly to try to get her teaching position back after being a student for a year...." Holly looked deep into Brady's eyes. Mr. Bottoms continued. "Besides, there's now the issue of what to do with Emiko. The easiest thing to do is just ship her off to a more rigid school as punishment. I'm sure my friend Dr. Lakewood would be more than happy to take on this girl.  He loves...troubled cases. Or, Holly, we could just let bygones be bygones and let Emiko stay at the school with you.  She's already agreed to give you back your home and all your money, so you two would just be students, same as anyone else." Brady smiled and brushed some of Holly's obsidian hair out of her face. "How about it, beautiful? What's it to be?" For the first time in her life, Holly felt sure. Smiling brightly, she hugged Brady tightly and rubbed her head against his chest. "How about...instead of giving me my house and money back...you hold onto it, Mr. Bottoms? A high school freshman like me wouldn't know what to do with it." Brady laughed and kissed Holly deeply and lovingly. Mr. Bottoms smiled. Emiko stamped her foot and renewed her struggle in her tight bonds.  Mr. Bottoms gave her another painful reminder of her current predicament.  "And what about Emiko?" he asked. Emiko and Holly's eyes met for one fateful moment. The Chinese girl turned to Mr. Bottoms.  "As for Emiko, I think we should let her go. I have Brady to protect me now." Brady grinned and gave Holly's rear a squeeze. "We've got all this blackmail on her, so she wouldn't dare cause trouble. But don't be so sure I'll always protect you.  I might invite her over for a threesome every now and again. And something tells me she's got a lot of pent-up frustration she'll take out on you. But don't - Hide quoted text - worry, I'll make sure she uses plenty of lube." Mr. Bottoms grinned. "Well, that certainly settles that. You two can live in your home, Holly. And I'll take Ms. Troublesome here. She can move into your room, Brady." He smiled wolfishly.  "By the time I'm through with her, she'll be a perfect little lady." Emiko bit back a sob. THE END

I’ve been noticing this off and on for quite a while now.  I suspect it happens a lot more than I realise. Like my bedwetting, I’m convinced it is 100% mental vs physiological:  clad thusly, a decision to pee is swift and near-automatic to the point that if distracted, I may not commit that decision to memory.  Suddenly I realise it’s some hours since I’ve changed and I haven’t yet used my nappy.   Confused I’ll have a quick feel down there to discover in fact I HAVE used my nappy. The leaking over the front-top on the BeDry day IS something I’ve experienced.  In my case, the upper front edge of the nappy folds back on itself slightly and can wick to outerwear (in the absence of plastic pants). I blame my svelte figure.  I’m doing something about that though.

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.

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.