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Hotel Humiliation
She wasn’t gonna make it much longer. Her wonderful, glorious “weekend away” with her Daddy had begun, but it had been a long drive to get to the hotel and she had held her bladder … too long.
Standing at the hotel check-in, she leaned forward on the counter, able to pinch her thighs together and clench the right muscles from wetting herself right then and there. But any sudden movement could be it and she would become a wet little girl.
Having had close calls before, she knew what to do to make it to the room before an accident happened. But this was more than a pending close call. It was desperation at its worst.
Added to the dilemma was that when she was with him, she was usually a bundle babbling, giggling littleness … in a diaper. She was his BabyGirl and would assume that role so easily in his presence, but right now, she had to concentrate on getting to the room before embarrassing herself and her Daddy.
“Okay, you’re room is cleaned and prepared for you,” the lady behind the counter said, handing him the room key card. “You’re on the sixth floor, room 635. The main elevator behind you is broken. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. But you’ll have to take the hallway to the end for the other elevator or the stairs. Enjoy your stay.”
This was just her luck. Of course, the main elevator – which was only ten feet away, was broken. If her bladder wasn’t ready to erupt, that elevator would’ve been working fine. Now, she had to take careful steps down the entire first floor hallway just to catch the stupid elevator.
Thankfully, there was a bathroom down the hallway and she sighed softly, grabbing her suitcase and joining hands with her Daddy as they headed down towards the elevator on the other side of the moon.
As if she were being blessed by guardian angels see saw the sign to the women’s bathroom. It was four doors down on the left. Her nearing panic began to lessen as she took careful steps towards the bathroom.
Her nearing panic returned as she saw the “Closed for Cleaning” sign attached to the door handle. Was this a joke? Some sort of cruel trick to get her to wet herself?
She began to get frustrated and then angry. Being a girl wasn’t easy sometimes and all it took was the wrong set of circumstances to make her cry, not to mention that she really couldn’t hold her bladder for long. This road trip may have been a world record for her.
She stopped in her tracks, pinching her thighs together. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why did the elevator have to be broken? And why did they have to be cleaning the bathroom right now?
She began quickly exploring all the possibilities:
- She could run to the elevator and then clench down again when she got there.
- She could take careful steps, smaller ones if needed.
- She could knock on any door in the hallway and beg them to allow her to use their bathroom.
- She could use the men’s bathroom on the first floor.
- Running to the elevator would get her there, but she was certain that she’d start peeing in her sprint.
- She didn’t want to interrupt total strangers to ask to use a toilet that others she didn’t know probably all ready used.
- The men’s bathroom was in the total opposite direction of where they were headed and it was just as far to that bathroom as it was to the elevator.
“Are you okay, Baby,” her Daddy asked as she lowered her chin and shook her head no. “What’s wrong?”
She stood silently, beginning to tremble from the urge to go.
“Princess, tell Daddy what’s wrong?” he asked, gently.
“I gotta pee,” she whispered, looking left and right to see if anyone was in earshot of their conversation.
“Can you hold it until we get to the room?” he asked, seeing her legs beginning to bow inward.
“I don’t think I can hold it another step,” she whispered with forming tears.
Her Daddy looked around for a moment and set his bag down, reaching inside it.
“No, Daddy. Not here. Someone will see us,” she whispered frantically.
He stood back up, holding a diaper stuffer in his hand. He reached for the front of her jeans and she fussed.
“Noooooo,” she whispered as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushed her as he took her pacifier from his shirt pocket and placed it between her lips. “Be a good girl for me.”
Taking hold of the front waist of her jeans and panties, he pulled both out slightly as he slid the diaper stuffer inside her panties. She lowered her chin and nursed on her pacifier as she pressed up against him, hoping anyone nearby might think they were simply hugging.
He slid the stuffer inside her panties half way, pulling her waist bands out a bit further so his hand could guide it in the rest of the way. When he pulled her waistbands out a bit further, her bladder released a little and she re-clenched her groin muscles, but not before having peed a little on his hand.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she mumbled behind her pacifier and through tears.
“It’s okay,” her Daddy said taking his handkerchief out to dry his hand. “You’re just a little girl. You can’t help yourself sometimes.”
He picked up his bag and placed his hand on the small of her back.
“One step at a time, slowly,” he said as they began moving towards the elevator.
Her steps were so tiny that they hardly made much progress and she began to involuntarily release a little pee several times before clamping back down again. Her whimpers were muffled by her pacifier and she lowered her head, allowing her long hair to dangle down along the sides of her face as the elevator doors opened and a mid-aged couple walked out.
It was only a few steps more, but that might’ve been all the further distance needed. He thought about picking her up and carrying her into the elevator, but decided to not push a bad situation forward.
Luck was with her and hope was beginning to fill her as they made it to the elevator doors. Carefully, stepping inside and resting up against the wall, she breathed a partial sigh of relief.
The doors closed and the elevator started moving upwards.
“We’re almost there, Baby,” her Daddy said, preparing his key card to be ready to open the door quickly when they got to it.
She nursed calmly on her pacifier, trying to take relaxed breaths as she kept herself calm.
“It’ll be okay, Princess,” he said taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her forehead. “No matter what happens, Daddy is right here to take care of you. Okay?”
She looked up at him and nodded, but her eyes were telling the tale that her hope was also mixed with realism.
The elevator suddenly jolted to a stop, startling them both. She clenched her groin muscles as tightly as she could, but the trickle had started. He pushed the sixth floor button repeatedly, but nothing happened.
Pushing the call button, he contacted the front desk, telling them they were stuck.
“I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience, sir. This has been happening all day,” the lady at the front desk said. “Hold on one second. We’re going to shut the power off to the elevator and turn it back on. Then push your floor button again and you should get moving.”
The elevator went pitch black as the power was cut off.
“Baby, remind me to never book this hotel again,” her Daddy said in the darkness.
Why? Why did the elevator have to break down? She didn’t do anything to anyone to deserve any of this. She could’ve been in their room by now peeing in the toilet, but instead, she was pressed up against an elevator wall, clenching her bowed legs together as to avoid wetting herself.
What should’ve been a few seconds of darkness became a little bit longer. It was too long and it was now too late to stop what would happen.
“Daddy,” she mumbled helplessly from behind her pacifier as she cupped herself between her legs with both hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Baby,” he said softly.
She could hold it in no longer. Releasing her groin muscles, she flooded the diaper stuffer, feeling it swell as it filled completely. She wept as he felt his way over to her in the darkness.
“Just let it out, Princess,” he said softly as he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her zipper. “Be a good girl.”
She couldn’t have stopped peeing if wanted to and she had accepted that her steps down the hallway of the sixth floor would be just as slow. This time, however, it would be from a crushed spirit and not desperation. Or so, she thought …
She soaked the stuffer completely, but still wasn’t done wetting herself. With no time to react, her pee rushed over the edges of the stuffer and began to soak the outside of her jeans.
She wept harder, feeling the pee roll down her pant legs. Why? Why did this have to happen?
The darkness turned to dim temporary lighting, just enough to illuminating both of them and make visible the dark wet trails on her pant legs.
She walked into the corner and buried her face in her hands as she finished wetting herself. Her bottom was as soaked as her front. She was hysterical and beside herself.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she mumbled through her pacifier and tears.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he said, turning her around as he took her into his arms. “You’re just a little girl. These things happen sometimes.”
He wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks with his thumbs.
“You’re just a little girl,” he repeated with that syrupy Daddy tone which often helped her through difficult moments. “You’re so little that you still need a diaper. Isn’t that right?”
She nodded with a puppy dog-eyed gaze up to him.
“And Daddy loves you … so much,” he said softly as the power returned and the lights came back on.
He reached over to the controls, pushed the sixth floor button and they began to move again.
“When we get to the room, Daddy is gonna clean you up and get you dressed a little more appropriately,” he said, picking up the bags. “Are you done trying to be a Big Girl?”
She nodded timidly as the elevator doors opened. They walked out and looked at the wall plaque pointing the direction of the rooms. Their room, 635, was in the middle of the floor – right next to the broken main elevator.
Turning to face the hallway, they saw at least a dozen different people running from room to room. There was a convention for video gamers in town and apparently this hotel had booked quite a few of them … on the sixth floor.
She looked down at the front of her pants and then back up to the crowded hallway. Her humiliation had only begun.
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