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Yeah, I mean it’s all excessive though. Also, she’s not getting spanked too hard. It’s just a hand spankin. Just enough to take the stubborn out of her and snap her outta her nonsense.

Part 7: “Honey, your shorts are wet,”, her mom said, sympathetically but continued like she was explaining something very simple to a little kid. “When your pull-ups leaked the pee pee got on your shorts, remember?”, she continued condescendingly. “We can take them to uncle Luke’s and wash them there”, she said, sealing them away in a clear garbage bag she had procured from somewhere, tying a knot into the top. “B-but MOOOOMMMM!!!!!”, Cara whined, reaching for the bag, which her mom simply shifted away from her grip by lifting it higher. “MOMMM! I NEEEEEED PANTS!!!!”, Cara whined desperately, still trying to grab the bag as her mom easily kept it out of her reach. A quick “thwack” on her butt was enough to make her lower her arms, hands reaching to cup her pull-up-clad rear, rubbing where the spank had made contact with her bare skin. Who knew she would be so grateful for the pull-ups again so soon? “Mommmm!!!!” She wailed. “CARA MAE! Stop this whining right now”, her mother countered, poised to deliver another spank, Cara knew, even as she rested one hand on her hip. But Cara wasn’t going to let this go. There was no way she would be leaving this bathroom wearing only her tank top and pull-ups with her socks and sneakers. She would be a laughing stock. Who cared that no one knew her here, the internet was still a thing and all it would take is one photo to circulate to ruin her social life for good. A knock on the door ended the showdown briefly as Cara jumped nearly out of her skin and scampered to hide behind her mother. Chuckling, Patrice dropped the stern demeanor and moved to open the door, even as her daughter squealed, “Mommy nooooo!”, moving to hide herself further in the corner of the room. How could her mom open the door?! Whoever it was could wait until they had figured things out to get inside to change their kid or use the toilet or whatever, Cara thought, imagining a toddler facing a much worse change than she herself had just undergone. The thought of such a mess in her own padding made her blush a new shade of deep red as she started to nibble on the tip of her finger, not knowing what to do with herself as her mom eased the door open, smiling. “Delivery”, came a familiar male voice on the other side of the barrier that Cara couldn’t see. “Thanks honey, we’ll be done in a minute and we’ll meet you in the car”, Patrice said, leaning towards the partially open door to give Cara’s dad John a kiss on the lips as she took the bundle in his hands then closed the door again. Breathing a sigh of relief, Cara felt suddenly like a fool. Of course her mom wasn’t going to make her walk out of here like this. She wasn’t insane. Cara was an adult, after all, damnit. She should have known that wasn’t even an option, that she could just send someone in her family to fetch new shorts for her. Somehow her earlier spanking, the way her mom was treating her, it seemed to be making her think of things as though her parents were the ultimate authority when… that’s not how it really worked in their house. Cara could and would continue to do whatever she wanted and they couldn’t do anything about it, other than help her out, she thought, smirking as her mom helped her thread a pair of bright pink shorts up her legs and over the bulge of her pull-up, before allowing them to snap into place. Glancing down smugly, Cara was suddenly livid at the help, and her tone showed it, “Mooooom! These don’t work, you can see everything! Tell dad to go get a different pair!” Indeed, the small cotton shorts, that Cara normally loved for how they hugged her butt and showed off her trim figure, were failing to conceal the pull-up on all fronts. The waistband came up too low to conceal the top of the two pull-ups beneath, but at least for that issue Cara now had the embarrassing experience to know that she could simply fold it down. The real problems came lower down, where there was such an obvious bulge in the front that you’d have to be blind not to know Cara was padded. Turning to see herself in the mirror as her mother mutely crossed her arms, Cara voiced her discontent with a “hmph” at the sight of her butt, unnaturally smoothed in the middle and oddly squared off. As she bent and twisted to inspect, she could just make out the leak guard of the pullup on the edge of her buttcheek where the shorts flared a bit and cut off. “Mom, tell daddy to go get the black denim shorts. Oh or maybe one of my sundresses”, Cara ordered, still pouting at the obvious pull-up outline. She could even see a bit of pinkness peeking out at the back of her thighs where she had been spanked earlier. At least that wouldn’t be so obvious in the other clothing options either. She couldn’t believe her mom would be so careless as to leave a pink spot for anyone to see she’d been spanked. And what was her dad thinking with these shorts?! It was just like her parents to do something stupid like this and then complain when she sent them back to do it the right way. “Cara, if I were you, I would turn that attitude off before you find yourself over my lap or your father’s again. Those shorts are just fine and dad is certainly not going back and forth just because you couldn’t make it to the potty”, Patrice was saying, and as Cara turned, appalled at the response, the small girl blushed at the sight in front of her. “Now, mommy is going to use the toilet, then we can both wash our hands and go back to the car together”, her mother said, while already lowering her own black lacy panties beneath her dress and lowering herself onto the porcelain throne. Cara felt the comments like a slap to the face, and blushing, she felt like a chastened little girl waiting for her mommy to finish on the big girl toilet while she waited there in her thick padding. No need for her mother to even ask Cara if she needed the toilet, she had just been changed out of her wet pull-up moments before. The threat of another spanking was enough to keep her quiet as her mom finished her business then flushed, but when she was called over to the sink where her mother took her hands and helped her wash, Cara had had enough. “MOM! I’m not some stupid little kid, stop treating me like one!”, she blurted, pulling her hands out from her mom’s grip and splashing soapy water all over in the process. “Cara, stop!”, her mother scolded, pulling paper towels from the dispenser and blotting up the mess. Once that was finished, she took her daughter’s hands again, and pushed them back under the faucet before saying, “Cara Mae, you are being treated the way I feel you need to be treated based on your attitude and actions. If you show me that you can behave like a girl your age should, then that is how I will treat you. For now, I’m treating you like a child because that is what you are showing me you need”. Once the water stopped running, Cara stood there noting the large wet spots on her own tank top as her mom stepped aside and got more paper towels which she used to dry both her own hands and Cara’s. Once that was finished, Patrice looked around and found a small stool, probably for smaller children to reach the sink, and pulled it over. Sitting herself down on it, she pulled Cara closer, reaching for her shorts just as Cara realized what was happening. “Mom, no! No! I didn’t even DO anything! Mom stop!”, Cara sputtered as her shorts and pull-ups were lowered, albeit not much, the thick double padding not allowing much movement, though still allowing her mom to bare her butt cheeks. Yeah it hasn’t been letting me post today, that’s actually why I didn’t post the story section until now. I’ll try to edit it!

Exactly, you only hear Cara. That’s something I love about writing/reading. It’s a whole different story if you take it one way vs another. Do you side with Cara or the parents? Do you take it as only what you see within the narrative… and her behavior is immature and rude, but maybe the response is strong, or do you assume they had prior reasons to reach a tipping point and find themselves at a loss for dealing with their bratty adult child? It’s fun that way! Every reader can take the story differently. To one person the parents are insane, to another Cara is super difficult and immature and reaps what she sows. In terms of perspectives and narratives, Cara is as unreliable as they come. Also, a pinch of suspension of disbelief is always needed. There’s really no real-life situation where diaper discipline or infantilizing someone is going to be a reasonable response to things. The failure to both make it to the bathroom and take accountability and accept protection for it is just underlining Cara’s immaturity and creating a semi-reasonable catalyst for such treatment. If mom were in her spot with the smaller bladder and more accident-prone, she would simply wear protection for the ride without fuss. And if she leaked she’d double herself up no doubt or find better protection. Problem is that Cara is immature and stubborn. She won’t do the things a reasonable adult would do so she needs to be coerced. The method of coercion may be questionable, but it’s a diaper story 😂 At the end of the day it’s like ramming your head into a wall dealing with someone like Cara when you actually care, and her parents do. They want her to live a happy and successful life in the real world. As it stands she is nowhere near ready for that so they’re taking some different approaches to try to resolve that and get her there. The refusal to handle her bladder issues maturely are the catalyst but not the only issues. Hey, maybe she’ll grow and change. Here’s hoping! Or not… depending on how you like stories like this to go 🤣. In my head it is already written pretty far, but I’ve been known to follow character whims. For me they’re usually pretty real with backstories and opinions on things. Like I could hear a song and know, without actively deciding, whether a certain character would like it or not. I’m weird that way 🤷🏼‍♀️

I mean if she would just give anyone the benefit of the doubt, Cara would see they’re not trying to make things harder for her. She’s just so immature and stuck in her own head she doesn’t see it and brings on more and more consequences… many of them natural consequences. Mom is just hoping this is done once they get done with the trip and they can double up for the trip home, but beyond that she’s hoping this has all been enough of a shock to the system that it will have a wake-up-call effect. It’s funny you should say that… I actually tend to write a sibling relationship as positive in these instances. Often the main character can’t see it that way at first but with time… 🤷🏼‍♀️ Ryan is just kind of staying out of it, just now, but she’s human too. Ugh I needed that today, thanks so so much. For that I am posting another chapter tomorrow.

Part 6: The car had barely stopped in a parking spot when Cara was ripping off her seatbelt and jumping from the car. The force of standing, however had been all it took to convince her bladder that it was safe to release. Not caring that she was a grown woman in the middle of a crowded parking lot, Cara thrust her hand back into her crotch and pleaded with the gods to stop the flow that had started. By whatever grace, she could feel it ebb as she awkwardly ran towards the building ahead of her. She could feel the fresh warmth in her absorbent underwear and knew that this was much worse than the tiny leaks of the morning. Those had been mere dribbles where this was a legitimate loss of control. She knew that the only thing standing between her and complete disaster was the pressure she was still holding with her hand. It was like all of her body’s defenses had been breached and now the only thing in the way of the flood was her right hand. Even so, she could feel small spurts escaping into the padding with each step. “Comeoncomeoncomeon!”, Cara willed herself as she felt even more pee seeping into the padding with each step up to the front doors to her salvation. The joy of reaching the front doors was quickly dashed as she was forced to pull open on the handle, not even thinking about reaching with her dominant hand. “No!”, she squeaked, as the removal of her last defense and the effort of pulling the heavy metal door open combined to spell her fate. She couldn’t help but feel a physical sense of relief as her bladder released completely into her pull-up, even as she tried with all of her ability to stem the flow and her face turned the deepest shade of crimson yet. Here she was, 21 years old and peeing her pants in the doorway of a rest stop, families and strangers flowing by as her pee flowed out. Speaking of, things felt different in her pull-up. And she hated that she had the experience to compare it to, but this felt… wetter than earlier, she could feel a puddle of pee soaking into her padding and it seemed to be coming out faster than the padding could absorb. Panicking, and afraid to move lest her pull-up leak, she stood there, holding the door open, seemingly ushering others into the building where they, unlike her, could relieve themselves like proper adults in the restroom. She shook her head at the woman who offered to take the open door from her, cringing as she asked again, saying, “Don’t you want to go find your mom, sweetie?”, as though Cara were a child, lost and waiting on her mommy. She did the same to the older man who offered, and she blushed bright red at the little old lady who patted her on the head and called her “such a sweet little girl”. By the time her family got to the door, she had stopped wetting herself, not of her own ability to regain control, but rather because her bladder seemed to have emptied itself fully. Thankfully the padding was catching up to the task as well. “I thought you were in a hurry?”, her dad asked, looking quizzically at her stationary form in the doorway as Ryan said, “thanks”, and walked past, phone in hand, texting. “I-I…”, Cara stuttered, not really sure what to say or do. She wanted to casually check on the state of her shorts, but with her parents right there it would be too much of a giveaway to her predicament. “I-I…I was waiting for you guys”, she said lamely, taking her first step since the wetting had started in the now-swolllen padding, and wincing as her dad held the door open with one arm extended over Cara’s head. Her mom, bringing up the rear, it seemed, just gave her a sympathetic look and took her hand. “She was just waiting for Mom, John”, Patrice said, with a look heavy with meaning, patting her large purse, currently serving as Cara’s diaper bag. “Actually sweetie, can you do me a huge favor and grab me something from the car?”, she said, leaning back towards her husband and whispering into his ear. Still trying to adjust to the overly full pull-up, and using her free hand to subtly feel her butt, Cara couldn’t hear what she was asking, but she was more concerned with the way her mom seemed to know what had happened without her saying a word. Once her hand brushed against her butt, she knew immediately how her mom had known and she felt her face turn redder still. The padding seemed to have swelled dramatically and worse was the damp patch she could feel at the edge of the pullup in the back. How many people had walked past her and could see that?! Had Ryan seen?! “Alright ladies, I’ll be back in a jiffy”, her dad said, smiling sympathetically down at Cara, who was doing her best to turn her back away from the open door while still being held by the hand by her mother. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get you changed”, Patrice said, mercifully using a quiet voice. The walk through the dining and shopping area was excruciating. Cara was forced into somewhat of a waddle from the swollen pull-up, and her mother, with her regular underwear and much-longer legs was moving much more quickly, leaving Cara to be pulled along by the hand like a little girl who couldn’t be trusted to walk alone. As they approached the ladies’ room however, Cara suddenly overtook her mother as she made her way straight for the doorway… until she felt herself being pulled back and off to the left. “Mom, what the hell-“ Cara shouted, before noticing a third sign she hadn’t realized was there before. ‘Family Restroom’, it said, with a small symbol of a few stick figures, including one in a wheelchair, and a baby being changed. Cara felt like all the eyes in the building were on her, a grown woman, being led by the hand into this room. And it felt like they all knew exactly why she was being led in here, exactly which stick figure was her, and exactly what was in her mom’s purse. She was so lost in the humiliation of the moment, she didn’t even protest her mom taking control, locking the door before setting her purse down on the counter. She didn’t protest, that is, until she saw her pulling out a pack of baby wipes, and another offensive flower-adorned pull-up. “Mom, no! I don’t need that!”, Cara whined at her mother, who was still digging in her bag. Looking unimpressed, one eyebrow raised and glancing down at Cara’s waist, Patrice said simply, “Cara, we aren’t playing this game. You are standing in a leaky pull-up right now, young lady. Imagine if I had let you wear your panties?! Wouldn’t it have been more embarsssing to have an accident like this without your pull-up?” Her pullup. Cara imagined how much more humiliating it could have been, peeing her pants in the doorway to the rest stop, pee soaking through her shorts and quickly streaming down her thigh, her calf, before dripping into her socks and sneakers, pooling on the tile so that everyone could see. Having to find someone to clean up her urine, The small wet patch on her shorts felt much less horrific just then. “B-but it won’t happen again!”, Cara whined, regardless of her internal admission. She wanted, more than anything, to keep this embarrassment private, to avoid showing up in a pull-up to see the rest of her family. She only saw them twice a year, and she already had to work to be viewed beyond her childish mishap of last summer. Showing up padded? That would be even worse. Sighing, Patrice set her bag down on the counter and strode towards her daughter. It seemed, from her sympathetic face, that she was going to cave in, give Cara her way like she usually would. Instead, she shook her head and said, “you said that this morning and I bet you’re glad I didn’t listen. Now, are you going to cooperate and get yourself changed or am I going to have to do it?” Crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at her mother, Cara wanted to scream. She thought her whining, “Moooom! I’m not wearing them again, you said it yourself, we’re only like an hour from uncle Luke’s. I can hold it!”, was actually quite calm, considering. Her mother didn’t seem to share this opinion. Stepping forward she began to wordlessly unbutton Cara’s shorts, easily swatting away the small girl’s attempts to block her access. Cara’s protests became meeker when the shorts were slid all the way off and her mom handed them to her, pocket-side first, to see the damage first-hand. “Cara, this isn’t a discussion I’m having with you. You are wearing pull-ups for your own good”, Patrice said gently, turning back to her bag on the counter and pulling something out. Cara was too busy blushing to focus on that as she stood there in her soggy pull-ups, staring down at the two huge half-moon wet patches that were so large now they nearly met in the middle. Glancing down she could see how much the goodnite had swelled in the front, poofing out and forcing her thighs a bit further apart. Looking up at the mirror was even worse. As her mother busied herself with something near the counter, Cara did her best not to be obvious about it but she couldn’t stop looking at herself in the mirror and blushing. The pullup had definitely yellowed and as she shifted uncomfortably, she watched her reflection as a golden droplet trickled its way down her inner thigh to soak into her sock just like she had imagined earlier. She looked like an overgrown toddler standing there in her flowery, soaked pullup, baby blue tank top, and sneakers. Like she was fully dressed. Cara cringed at the horrifying realization that with a big stain on her shorts she might just be that! Even if her mom was making her wear another stupid goodnite, she wouldn’t be able to wear those shorts with the big pee spots on the butt. She couldn’t be expecting Cara to walk back to the car like this, could she?! “Mommmm!”, Cara whined, not even trying to sound calm. “What am I gonna wear?!”, she gestured to her bare legs dramatically. “Calm down, Cara, I have fresh pullups for you, you’re not going to be stuck in those any longer. Now it’s gonna be easier for me to do this for you, can you stay still while I get you cleaned up?”, her mother asked, arching an eyebrow like she didn’t fully trust her adult daughter to behave for a diaper change. Considering the experience that morning it was, perhaps, fair. Not that Cara would admit that. “Y-yeah but-“, Cara started, but she was cut off by her mother’s firm, “no, Cara, no buts. Except for yours staying still and letting me get you clean”. So Cara stayed quiet as her mother fiddled with the side of her pull-up before tearing it open, the cool air hitting her and causing her to shiver despite the heat creeping down her cheeks and neck. The same was done for the other side and soon Patrice was pulling the saturated garment out from between her legs, balling it carefully then leaving Cara there to drop it into the garbage can in the corner of the room. Returning to the task at hand, Patrice set to work pulling baby wipes from the container on the counter and using them to thoroughly cleanse Cara’s legs where the urine had dripped and down to her ankles. Next she set to work on her butt and front, embarrassingly asking Cara to bend over or spread her legs to get better access to clean her up. “A bit more, Cara, baby”, she said while cleaning her most sensitive parts. “You know I always hated these pull-up diapers. It doesn’t make sense, it’s just so much easier to clean a baby up laying down on a proper changing table”, she said, and Cara took this as a reason to widen her stance and even bend her legs a bit to make sure this was easy enough that her mom wasn’t going to change her mind, make her lay down on the marble slab set against the wall. When Cara was fully scrubbed and declared, “all clean”, her mother turned away and rejoined her daughter with not one, but two pull-ups in hand, both opened up and stuck together. “Let’s get you dressed, yeah? I’m sure you’re sick of standing around naked”, Patrice said, smiling sympathetically. And on the one hand, she was right. After the embarrassing cleanup process, Cara would take almost anything her mom offered that would cover her up, and the idea of a new dry pull-up had become almost a positive somehow. But two?! “Mommmm, but… why two?!”, Cara whined, even while stepping obediently into them one leg at a time as her mother threaded them up her thighs. “Because”, her mother began, working the first pull-up up over her bottom, then the next, “you just leaked all over yourself and we don’t need a repeat of that. Clearly these aren’t absorbent enough for you but I don’t have time to stop and look for something that is”. Cara’s lower lip jutted out a bit as she felt her mom adjusting the leak guards on both layers. “B-but isn’t it the same thing? It’s just another pull-up on top, not like making it more absorbent really…” Cara hedged, hoping reason would win out here. “Nope, mommy cut some holes in the first pullup so once that one is wet your peepee will have another layer to soak it up rather than your pants and socks”. With that, Patrice patted her daughter on her bottom with a muted “thwack thwack”, and kissed her on the head. “All dry, pumpkin. All better”. Cara took stock of her situation as her mom cleaned up the counter, repacked her bag and washed her hands. She could feel the added thickness even standing still in how it forced her thighs apart, similar to how it had felt to wear the wet pull-ups earlier, only more stiff. It was weird to admit that she preferred the former in a way. It had at least been warm and conformed a bit. This felt a bit too stiff, a bit too tight. It was nice that it wasn’t sagging like the other had when her shorts came off but- “Wait! Mom! What about my shorts?!”, Cara snapped herself out of her thoughts with the realization that she WASN’T a toddler, fully expected to wander around like this in public. Her mom couldn’t expect her to do that could she?!

Ryan can be for anyone! I love a good gender neutral name! Cara is just Cara because it was in my brain already. Ryan is just Ryan for the same reason 😂 they are who they are. It’s like naming stuffies, sometimes you just look at the em and they have a name in your head and then you can’t change it. She will be fleshed out more later. Right now she’s just a peripheral character. As for dad, I don’t think he’s been treating her like a child for some time but they have talked prior to the trip and she doesn’t seem to be thriving with the free reign she has had. Mom’s “talk” with her this morning was not off the cuff, but planned and discussed together as a parenting team. And as a team they know they’re going to need to do a bit more hands-on parenting with their oldest. I think when you behave childishly you evoke that reaction from people. The “sleepyhead” comment is more just to show that there is genuine love there.

Part 5 That nail? It came in the form of a simple sentence meant to reassure her of her mother’s preparedness. “If you have an accident all you have to do is let me know and we can get you all changed”, Patrice said, patting her bag. Wait, Cara thought. D-did did she not know then? A wave of relief washed over her followed almost immediately by an equally intense wave of utter mortification. “Wait, MOM! What do you mean!? What’s in your bag?!” Cara asked. “Sweetie, it’s not a big deal. I just grabbed a couple of extra pull-ups in case you need a change. Plus some baby wipes for cleaning you up. I’d much rather that you tell me when you have an accident so I can give them to you than that you sit in your own pee pee and get a diaper rash”. Pee pee? Change? DIAPER RASH?! Cara’s brain nearly collapsed in on itself as her face blazed and her mouth started of its own accord with a whining, “MOOOOOOOM! No! This is too far! Put them back! Put them back now! I’m not a little kid and I don’t need more pul-more of… them!” A quick smack to her butt was all it took to pull Cara up short, releasing her third surprised spurt of pee into the pull-ups and ironically proving how much she truly did need those backups. It hadn’t hurt too much, mostly because the pullup and shorts were protecting her sore behind. What it had done was shock her out of her whining and remind her of what was at stake if she continued with that course of behavior. Damn, was her mom onto something?! Was this… effective? Maybe if Cara had a bit more of that guidance she wouldn’t have failed her two community college courses from last semester, she thought . She hadn’t mentioned that to her parents, of course. Only taking the two classes and working a few hours a week doing basically nothing at the office, it would be hard to break it to them that she hadn’t applied herself at all. But that was a conversation she would definitely not be bringing up until this ridiculous power trip of her mom’s was over. Sure it was their money, but hey, they’re the ones who said she had to go to school or get a job! She would have been happy to just hang out. Cara was so lost in thought that she didn’t even think to protest as her mother again began leading her by the hand to the car, even going so far as to buckle the stunned girl’s seatbelt for her. It was only when her sister chuckled next to her that she snapped out of it and sent a scathing look that way. “-know we were aiming for 9, but we had some… things to handle. Sorry, hon”, came the end of Cara’s mom’s sentiment. “So you had trouble getting her into the pull-ups?”, her dad asked in slightly hushed tones, though not quiet enough that Cara, and surely Ryan could hear it a few feet behind. It wasn’t an especially large car. “We’ll talk more when we get there, but trouble is an understatement. I did what we talked about and we are going to be keeping her on a short leash this weekend”, Patrice said back, not quite as hushed. Cara blushed deeper and just looked out the window at the passing trees as they made their way towards the highway. Normally she would bark back at them for talking about her like she wasn’t even there, but the slight soreness in her butt was enough to make her bite her tongue. “Ah, so that’s why she’s having trouble sitting still”, her dad whispered, to Cara’s absolute horror. And she realized, with even more embarrassment, that he was right. She had been having trouble getting comfortable and part of that was the sore butt. Some of it was also the fact that she hadn’t had a chance to pee since waking up. She had been on the way to the bathroom when her mom had stopped her and after everything she hadn’t gotten a chance. The most embarrassing reason for her wiggling, though it was a close call, was the slight squishiness she could feel now cool beneath her, reminding her that she had indeed used the padding. Although it hadn’t been much, she was convinced she could smell the slight ammonia scent and she couldn’t escape the idea that her mom was right and she was going to get a rash. No chance in hell was she going to be telling her mom that she needed another pull-up. Maybe she could ditch this one in the rest area when they inevitably stopped. Showing up commando would be significantly better than in a pull-up, even if it were completely dry. Despite the rough start, she was eventually able to tune out her parents’ conversation in the front and settle into a comfortable enough position to doze off. She had had a long morning after all. Waking up, head pressed against the window, drool sticking her hair to her face, Cara felt disoriented. Wiping her face and blinking, she looked around and remembered where she was… and all that had transpired this morning. The first reminder was the slight soreness still in her rear, and the strange sensation of the slightly damp pull-up. “Morning, sleepyhead”, came the jovial voice of her dad, smiling at her in the rear view mirror. Cara was too preoccupied to smile back, she was too preoccupied to even blush. All she could think about was how much she had to pee. Her bladder was aching for release and she knew that she would need a bathroom sooner rather than later. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had slept through over half the trip. Good, this would be a totally reasonable time to ask for a bathroom break, she thought. “Hey dad?”, Cara asked, “can we stop at the next rest area?”. A look was exchanged in the front seat between her parents. Beside her, Ryan was mercifully dozing. Cara, meanwhile, was squeezing her thighs together and bouncing a leg. “Honey, do you have to go really badly or can you hold it a bit longer? We were kind of hoping to make it without stopping. If we do that we might just catch the family at the house. We only have an hour and a bit to go…”, was her mom’s response. Ugh, stupid big family and their equally Amazonian bladders! Cara knew which answer they were hoping for, but there was no chance she was going to make it that long. She was starting to worry that she wouldn’t even make it to the next rest area! “It’s an emergency!”, Cara said, now pressing a hand to her crotch to physically hold her urine inside of her. She didn’t have the bandwidth to even worry about how childish she must look and sound. She couldn’t even find the focus to blush, she was instead clenching her teeth and trying to prevent a disaster. Sighing, her dad answered this time in a calm yet disappointed voice. “Okay sweetie, we will stop at the next rest area”. Cara felt badly but she was so grateful to hear that. Every second ticked by like an hour and every bump caused her to press her fingers more deeply into the padding beneath her. Cara didn’t want to be seen as a little kid who couldn’t hold it, but… she couldn’t hold it. “Dad, I can’t hold it! Is the rest stop coming up soon?”, she asked in a panic. “Oh, honey this is what we were talking about this morning”, came her mom’s response. “This is why we wanted you to wear your pull-ups. Try to hold on and if you have an accident before we get there you can just let me know and we can get you cleaned up and changed into a fresh pullup”. Cara felt a small spurt of pee sneak out past her digging fingers even as she whined back, “mooooooooom! Stop talking about them! They’re not mine and I don’t need them and I’m not gonna use them and I don’t need a change and stop talking about it!!!!!”. The volume and force with which she expressed this only served to wake Ryan and open the conversation to one more. Ugh, stupid mom!, Cara thought, even as she could feel another spurt of pee sneaking past her defenses. The agonizing wait for the rest area felt like the longest of Cara’s life, though it was only about twelve minutes according to the passive aggressive digital numbers set into the dash, switching as slowly as possible. Clearly there was something wrong with the clock. When they finally pulled off the main highway and into the service area, Cara nearly cried with relief. She only needed to hold on til she was inside and she would be able to not only relieve this pain but even ditch the stupid garment altogether.

I don’t think so, though it’s a natural stopping point for a hiatus! Other stories are coming more easily right now, but I have plans to revisit this to see Ivy’s next steps. After all, she has a new job to do!

Anime and video games are totally fine for adults! I like play dough and dolls and cartoons and coloring!

It is blindingly obvious that this poor girl can’t handle dairy. Obviously the diary is going to reflect that. Whether that impacts the rule about 7 sun stickers or not, I guess is yet to see. Meanwhile, a few hours in and that’s either a rainy sticker on the daytime or nighttime part, depending on which you’d call it. You could argue she was awake and therefore day or it was “during a nap” and therefore night. Poor bug. My guess is she just stops bothering with the potty today since she’s convinced she already lost the day and doesn’t want to deal with sitting on the potty with a paci and a baby book. If so, even if she would have gotten a pass on the dairy impact she will dig her own grave. Like with the waterpark poop. Mom can probably let her know when she comes to drop off extra diapers since potty training is likely gonna be done till after the trip… 😬

I’m so sorry you had to deal with that! It is never right for a parent to hit a child. I want to make clear that Cara has agreed to this in a way and is an adult. Her agreement: She doesn’t want to deal with missing out on the trip, let alone having a plan for adulting (she also completely knows based on who her parents are that if she were to seriously say, “I’ll work on getting out of the house, it’ll take me a few months to save up”, or even, “I’ll work on taking on more responsibility”, her mom would happily give her extra shifts at her office and help her figure things out. Cara intrinsically knows they wouldn’t just throw her out. But she’s not that mature. She doesn’t want to miss the trip. She doesn’t WANT more shifts or a different job or any job. She doesn’t WANT to save up or take on more responsibility or adult. And the difference between her and us is that she thinks it’s fine to avoid that and also be a selfish lazy brat to her parents). She doesn’t WANT to do anything. She WANTS to be a child. And yet she thinks she can also be the boss. She needs to figure out how to show some more respect at the least and be reasonable and listen to her parents. For her, a quick hand-spanking is more of a psychological reminder and break from her thought/action pattern rather than just a punishment. I guess I just don’t understand the whole defiant, bratty, difficult thing. I just… did what was expected of me as long as it made sense (and lots of dumb crap made sense in that my job/grade/social standing/etc. was contingent on me playing by dumb rules sometimes). But like… if my parents asked me to do or not do something, I would listen. Even when I did less safe things, I considered the risks and costs of doing them. I mean, I was a teenager and pretended to be one place but snuck in my boyfriend’s window, or drank or smoked weed but a) I made sure to be safe and had multiple trustworthy people who knew where I was at all times, including who I was supposed to be with and my parents had numbers for my friends and b) I used protection and birth control, c) my friends and I monitored how much we drank and always hydrated, moved breakables and stayed in and together, and if I had been caught I would have owned that it was wrong and on me. And the kicker is that if I had a convo with my parents they honestly probably would have let me stay over my boyfriend’s sans sneaking past his parents) or drink with my friends within reason. Because I was a good kid who made good choices and listened to reason. So I got a longer leash because it was safe to do so. I have zero sympathy for Cara. She’s entitled and lazy and rude and doesn’t deserve a long leash. She’s not even ready for a leash, she needs to be held. It’s not that hard to just… listen to reason! You had an accident, let’s be safe. im writing the parents as though they’re more like mine, super reasonable and unconditionally loving. Assume that at any time if Cara is getting a consequence it is because they have tried all reason and nothing has worked thus far and they honestly believe that this will help her. And it will.

Part 4: Rubbing her stinging butt through her shorts and the dumb pullup, Cara winced at the soft crinkle. Not wanting to disobey her mom, Cara wasn’t planning to stop on the way down to the car, but when she saw her reflection in the full-length mirror at the top of the stairs, she stopped dead in her tracks. The first thing she noticed was her tear-streaked face and red eyes. She was usually the kind of girl who spent lots of time on her makeup, not to make it look gaudy, but to enhance her lacking visible maturity. The mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks and her red-rimmed eyes, paired with what she saw below was not doing her any favors in that arena. Her mom had made no effort to hide the pull-up and the outfit Cara was wearing was not up to the task at all. The tank left about an inch and a half of trim abdomen showing above her skimpy shorts… or at least that’s what usually happened. Right now, the waistband of her pullup was filling the gap, ruffled plastic designed to feel and look like fabric… it wasn’t fooling the mirror. And the slight bulge beneath seemed so obvious to Cara as well. Glancing quickly behind her, she could hear the toilet flushing from her mom’s room and the water running. She knew she didn’t have time to deal with everything, but she could at least handle something. There was no way she was going out to her sister and father looking like this. So quickly slipping back down the hall and into the bathroom there, Cara grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water before attacking her face with it. Setting her backpack down on the closed toilet, she rummaged inside finding her makeup bag. Thankfully she had put most of her important stuff where she could get to it quickly instead of stowing it in the trunk with the rest of their stuff. Because she was a grownup! Sure, her dad had asked that they keep stuff inside the car to a minimum, and he was always so ridiculous about planning where every last thing would fit, but she couldn’t share a suitcase with her little sister and not be expected to bring a bag of her own! Her parents could figure out how to fit it in. They always did, after all. It served them right for being so annoying. Finding her makeup remover, she quickly set to work undoing the damage the span-the uh conversation… with her mom had done. Had… had that really happened?! Cara pouted a little as she removed the last of the eye makeup and moved on to where her lipstick had been decimated. She knew she wouldn’t have time to redo everything but maybe she could quickly do a bit of foundation and coverup to take away a bit of the youthful freckle-look, the ruddy pinkness her crying and everything else had caused before she faced the car of family. She could always redo the rest of her makeup in the car and- The rest of that thought was cut off when her mom’s voice boomed from behind her, shouting, “Cara?! Where are you?! We’re waiting!”. Not wanting a repeat “conversation”, Cara knew she was out of time. Thankfully she had closed the door to the bathroom behind her. She could pee and wash her hands and just play it off and deal with looking like a scolded kid in front of her family until she got the makeup going. Less thankfully, she had failed to lock the door. Cara realized that mistake with a very mature “eeep” and a spurt of pee into the pull-up that she was momentarily grateful to be wearing, as the door swung open and her mom entered. Her bag clattered to the ground, makeup bag tumbling loose inside. And yet Cara made no move to grab it. Somehow the spanking from earlier had seemed to give her mom’s demeanor a bit more authority. At least that’s what it seemed like to Cara. “Cara, what are you doing? We’re going to be so late and it isn’t fair to your dad”, Patrice scolded, frown deepening as she saw Cara standing there seemingly wasting time. “N-nothing! I-I was just… uh… just going to the bathroom”, she ad-libbed, rushing to tuck the pull-up’s waistband into her shorts and blushing as she realized that it been true in a way. It was only a small wet spot, but somehow her stupid pull-up, which she had been adamant she wouldn’t need, had been the only thing between her and needing new panties. “Well it looks like your hands are all clean, did you really need to get the whole towel wet though?”, her mom asked, moving to hang the facecloth Cara had washed her face with. “Okay, well let’s get a move on then, it’s past time to be in the car”, Patrice said, taking Cara’s hand and pulling her from the room. In the doorway, Cara pulled up short, dragging her feet and saying, “wait!” She needed to pee still, and ideally change into a dry pull-up. Or maybe she could even sneak some panties on, she thought, realizing she didn’t know where the grey pair she had been wearing had ended up. “Cara, come on, we need to go. This is getting ridiculous”, came her mom’s scolding tone. There was a sense of finality and a hint of demand in it. Cara had better figure out a really good reason for wasting more time if she wanted time to pee and change. “Ummm…I… I n-need…”, Cara started, but trailed off as her mom shook her head and started pulling her again through the bathroom door. They were already in the hallway before Cara dragged her feet again, pulling the pair of women up short. “M-mom! Wait!” Cara squeaked. She still didn’t know what to say, so she just went with the truth. Or a partial truth. She wasn’t going to admit she was planning on changing out of a slightly damp pullup. But if all of this was about her accident last year and making sure this wasn’t like last year, then surely her mom wouldn’t deny her a final trip to the bathroom. “I-I just n-need umm I mean I just wanna go to the… the bathroom again real quick. To be safe”, Cara stumbled over her own words. Her mom’s look of frustration turned to one of loving pity. She stopped trying to pull them forward and put her hands on Cara’s shoulders, bending down to look her in the face. “Baby, but you just went potty”, she started, and Cara nearly collapsed. H-how could she know that!? The revelation that her mom was aware of her slight accident was enough to produce another quick spurt into her pull-up before she regained conscious control of any of the muscles in her body. But Patrice wasn’t finished. “I’m so sorry if I made you stressed about it, I didn’t do this to make you so worried about having an accident again, it’s the opposite”. She patted Cara’s padded behind and the small girl jumped a bit. Could she feel the accident like that?! “I know it’s hard for you to hold in your pee pee sometimes, and that’s okay. That’s why your pull-ups are there though, so it doesn’t lead to a whole scene and a big mess like last year”, Patrice said kindly. The whole thing couldn’t have been worse, from the sincere words to the tone, to the final nail in Cara’s maturity coffin that came next.

Part 3: Patting Cara gently on her bare bottom, her mom said, “then let’s finish your spanking and get you dressed. I said we would only be a few minutes and your father really wants to catch the family before they head to town”. Wait…f-finish?! She must have misheard. Nope. That hope was dashed in the first bare-bottomed *thwack* The unwarranted assault that followed on her unprotected bottom was really entirely uncalled for if you asked Cara, which her mom did not do again. She literally said, “I’m not going to ask again, so if you decide you’re not okay with the way things are going you’re going to need to make that very clear. And that means telling me you’re going to be making some very big changes”. Not ready for those changes, Cara just lay over her mom’s lap and waited. It appeared that Cara was not, in fact, too old to be spanked. Nor too old to cry or too old to be layed down on her parents’ bed and to have her legs threaded through a pull-up before it was slid over her sore bottom. She also, it appeared, was not too old to be cuddled on her mother’s lap and rocked until her tears slowed down to hiccups. “Now Cara, I didn’t want to have to do that, I love you so much sweetie, and it’s all okay now, you’re my good girl and mommy is here”, Patrice soothed her crying daughter. If only it had stopped there. “But there need to be some changes in your attitude and behavior”, the larger woman went on. “I think we both can see that letting you pretend that you’re an independent adult while indulging your childish attitude and unhealthy behaviors is not working for you. So we are going to be doing this every time you throw a tantrum like that from now on. You can listen and do what you need to do when we tell you, or Dad or I can give you a little attitude adjustment and then we can try again”, she said in a loving tone that still somehow carried finality. Wait, what?! She meant she would seriously spank her like that again?! Was she crazy?! “M-mom”, Cara sniffled, still breathing in that stuttering post-sob way that made her feel even more like a toddler, “y-you don’t mean you’re gonna sp-gonna do that again!?”, she squeaked in surprise. Surely her mom was just trying to drill her point home, whatever point it was…? She was wearing the stupid pull-up. This whole thing was about the pullup! It was done! There wasn’t anything more to spank her over! “Yes Cara, if you need it I will spank you again. Or put you in timeout or whatever I think will help you most. I love you too much to let you keep behaving like a spoiled brat. I should have done this a long time ago, I see that now”, she said, lifting Cara by the armpits so she was standing, in just her blue tank top and purple floral pull-up, then lifting her chin so the smaller girl was looking up into her face. “I know you know this wasn’t simply about the pull-up. It’s about so much more than that. Of course you wouldn’t have a sore bum under the pullup if you had just listened to Mommy in the first place though…” Mae raised a brow at the girl, trying to drill home a concept that was completely lost on Cara. Well, there would be time to get through to her. “All you need to do to keep out of trouble is to listen and make good choices, sweetie”, she said, smiling and then kissing her daughter on the forehead before hooking one finger on the underwear, now pooled at Cara’s ankles and saying, “step”. Cara complied without conscious thought. She just knew that her pride and her butt couldn’t handle much more and wanted to leave all this behind. She could listen! If only that was enough to convince her mom she was overreacting, that she was taking things way too far. “Now, please put your shorts on and get in the car. We’ve left your dad and Ryan waiting long enough.” And as Cara scampered towards the door, glad to be leaving, Patrice glanced down at the small dark patch on the light grey fabric of her daughter’s underwear and sighed. After tossing the garment into the hamper and using the bathroom herself, she stopped to pull a few more rectangles loose from the soft plastic packet on the counter. They joined the single waiting pull-up in her purse that had been set aside already for the car ride home. Better to be safe than sorry, she thought.

Nothing Cara will be happy about. If Cara sat up and said, “wow, you’re right, I have been immature and unreasonable and see the error of my ways. I can’t believe you dealt with my ridiculous attitude this long”, there would be no need for anything else from mom. I mean there would also be no story though, so thank goodness she isn’t that mature...

Eh, she is pretty immature honestly. Maybe she does need a little attitude adjustment. Nothing is her fault, everyone else is being unreasonable when they don’t accommodate her or ask anything of her, and she doesn’t do much of anything for herself or others. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the girl, but she really might be a case where a little re-raising is necessary.