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Chapter 1 Erica wakes up, once again, to a cold, clammy bed. Realising what she’s done, she lets out a tiny groan and groggily rolls out of her bed. After taking some time for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, she she pulls away the bedsheets to ‘inspect the damage’, making sure to be quiet to avoid waking her little sister, who was still peacefully asleep on another bed next to her’s. For the third time this week the twelve year-old has wet the bed. Last night’s accident seems to have been particularly severe, with much of her mattress soaked in pee. Bemoaning the earful that she was about to get from her mother, Erica peeled off the wet sheets and left them on her bed. She then exits her room, looking for mama, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family. “Mama…” she greeted her mom. “Eri, good morning–” replied mama. As she turned to face her daughter in her wet pants she immediately realised what had happened. “Oh, Eri, dear… this is the third time this week, isn’t it?” she commented in a slightly exasperated tone, as she continued preparing breakfast. “Did you remember to pee before going to bed last night?” she asked. Mama never blamed Eri for any of her accidents – she couldn’t help it after all, she thought. But nevertheless, hours of cleaning bedsheets has become a source of frustration for the homemaker. “Yes, I did.” replied Erica. But it was a lie. Since it was the summer break, the girl had spent a fair bit of time after dinner just lazing around on her bed, and when it was finally time for bed she was much too tired to care about emptying her bladder before going to sleep. But telling the lie was an easy escape for Eri. Erica – or Eri to her family – is a rather meek, yet somewhat stubborn and headstrong girl. And despite being the older of two sisters, she has perhaps been coddled a bit too much by her family. Erica had always struggled with bedwetting, or anything potty-related for that matter. She was only fully out of diapers at age five, and even then, accidents – both day and night – were a fairly frequent occurrence. She’d been improving somewhat as she grew older, but recently it’s gotten a lot worse again. She did feel a tiny bit of guilt over her potty issues – mainly because the cleanup was always an arduous process. When it wasn’t as frequent she didn’t feel as bad about it, but with her accidents becoming so much more common, it was starting to wear on her, too – especially since she knew that her parents already had their hands full with potty training her younger sister. “In any case, why don’t you wash up, dear? Breakfast will be ready once you’re done.” said mama. “We’ll handle your sheets later.” *** Just as Erica comes out of the shower, six year-old Anna emerges from the bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Anna was Erica’s younger sister. Cheerful and bubbly, her earnest, adorable character has endeared her to everyone in the family – including Anna. This morning she was wearing a cartoon-themed pair of pyjamas, and through her pyjama pants, there was the very obvious bulge of a soaked pull-up. Anna, like her older sister, was proving to be just as difficult to potty train. At six years-old, she was still in pull-ups. And although she was sometimes able to make it to the toilet, she still mostly depended on diapers. “Good morning, Anna,” greeted mama. “Did you sleep well?” “Good morning, mama” replied Anna. “Yes, I did.” “Good morning, Eri” Anna greeted, this time directed at her older sister. Upon waking Anna had immediately noticed the state of Erica’s bed, so she couldn’t help but ask: “did you pee the bed last night, too?” Anna’s question was meant with absolutely no malice. The girl had nothing but affection and admiration for Erica, but nevertheless it still caused quite a bit of fluster for the older sister. “Yeah, I did,” groaned Eri, in a somewhat defeated tone, “but I couldn’t help it.” “It’s okay,” consoled the younger sister. “Look, I peed last night too!” she said, as she unabashedly tugged her pyjama pants downwards, revealing her pull-up. It was yellowed and sagging; a clear sign that the younger sister had indeed wet herself – heavily – last night. “That’s okay, dear, why don’t you come over and have some breakfast, and we can change you after that.” mama chimed in, as she began plating breakfast for her two girls. “And after that, we can get your sheets sorted out too, Eri.” *** Breakfast was an uneventful affair. Although Erica was slightly thankful that the scolding that she’d been expecting didn’t come to pass, the girl couldn’t help but begrudge the fact that her morning had begun on a lousy note – and that thought continued to occupy her mind throughout the meal. The three of them adjourned to the living room. Eri occupied herself with her phone, while mama proceeded to change Anna’s diaper. It was a simple, unassuming routine. “Oh my, you sure soaked your pull-up,” quipped mama as she helped the girl out of her pyjama pants, revealing the wet diaper. “Looks like it’s going to be a while before you’re ready for underwear.” “Yes mama, I peed a lot!”, replied Anna innocently. “Last night, and then just now, while eating breakfast too.” “That’s nice, dear.” said mama, as she ripped the sides of the pull-up and began wiping the girl. Eri observed the whole process play out, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. Her younger sister never got scolded when she’d peed or messed herself – only reminders and the occasional light teasing. How nice would it be, she thought, to be like her – not having to worry about soaking the bed; or getting nagged at or scolded; all while getting all the love and affection from mama. But no – she was the big sister. And as the big sister she needed to act like one, she thought to herself. Chapter 2 “Oh dear, last night was pretty bad, huh?” sighed mama as she viewed Eri’s pee-soaked bed. Erica had already stripped off the bedsheets earlier, and all that was left was a large urine stain. Mama placed a dry towel on the bed and started pushing, trying as best as she could to squeeze as much pee from the soaked mattress. It was tiring, time-consuming work. “You know, Eri dear, this bed isn’t going to last much longer at this rate” said mama jokingly, as she continued to press on the mattress. “I know, mama…” replied Eri sheepishly. She grabbed the wet sheets and rolled it into a ball, to prepare to bring it to the washer. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, it’s not your fault – but I’ve been starting to think that maybe I should start buying some diapers your size.” she half-joked. Erica was quick to react. “But mama, please don’t – I’m twelve years old!” she argued. “I’ll get better eventually, I promise!” “I know dear, just poking some fun,” consoled the mother. “But wouldn’t it be nice, being able to sleep at night not having to worry about wet beds? It sure would give me a much easier time.” It sure would, thought Erica. It was an idea that, at the very least, intrigued the girl, who envied her little sister who didn’t need to worry about keeping her pants or bed dry. But her pride was not having any of it. *** Erica lazed on the living room couch, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. It was slightly past noon, but the girl so far had no plans, nor any motivation, to do anything productive with her time. Today she found herself lost in thought, unable to shake herself away from the conversation that she had with mama that morning. Occasionally, she would glance down at her sister Anna – who was nestled comfortably on the floor – just to make sure that things were alright. Anna was watching a cartoon on the television, and was clearly engrossed in the show. Mama had put her in a comfortable t-shirt and shorts, and since she was slightly hunched forward, the waistband of her pull-up peeked adorably through the top of her shorts. With her eyes still on the television, Anna shifted her position slightly – from a cross-legged sitting position to now resting on her knees, bum lifted slightly off the ground – before proceeding to fill her pull-up. It was a subtle act, but with Erica all too familiar with her younger sister’s habits, she knew all too well what was happening. Not to mention, the smell had also begun to permeate the room. “Mama,” Eri called out casually to her mother, who was folding clothes in their bedroom. “Anna’s pooping.” “Alright,” she replied, “I’ll be over soon.” A short moment later mama joined the duo in the living room, and focused her attention on the younger sibling, who was still grunting and pushing out the remaining mess into her pull-up. “Anna, dear,” mama spoke gently to the girl, “I hear you’re poopy?” “Yes, mommy–” replied Anna, stopping in-between her pushes. “I’m still going.” Mama waited until the girl looked about done, and then gestured at the girl to lie down in front of her, where she had laid down a changing mat. “Now let’s see what we’ve got here…” said mama as she pulled down the girl’s pants, leaving the girl’s heavy pull-up in full view. The diaper was obviously messy, but its soggy state also made it clear that Anna had peed in it as well. “Anna, dear, your pull-up is soaked too.” commented mama, as she tore the sides of the pull-up and began wiping her down. “Yes mama,” Anna replied contentedly. “I just didn’t want to stop the show.” “Well then it’s a good thing that you had a pull-up on, huh?” teased mama. Done with her wiping, she then rolled the dirty pull-up and disposed of it, before helping Anna into a fresh pull-up. “There we go, all clean and dry.” said mama. “And thanks, Erica, for letting me know.” All this while Eri had been observing the process. She’d always pondered why Anna had appeared so content – so happy – in her diapers; and how patient and affectionate mama was with her. If I were in that same position, maybe – just maybe – I’d be just as happy, Erica thought to herself. *** “Mama,” Erica approached her mother, somewhat tentative. It was late in the evening, and mama was on the couch nursing a hot tea, with the sounds of the television softly playing in the background. “About what you said this morning…” “I’m sorry, Eri,” mama interjected, in a slightly concerned tone. “I really didn’t think it would bother you this much. I’m really not mad about your accident.” “Thanks, mama,” she replied, and continued in an even softer tone, “but… I was thinking that maybe I should wear diapers.” Slightly taken aback, mama gingerly placed her mug on the tea table and shifted to look straight at Erica, her gaze gentle. “Dear, I wasn’t being serious when I suggested the diapers,” mama started. Truthfully, she didn’t quite know if she’d wanted her twelve year-old back in diapers. But she saw her usually stubborn daughter, now blushing from ear to ear, looking close to tears. It clearly wasn’t something that Erica had taken lightly. She gently hugged the girl, and continued, “For now, why don’t you get to bed? We’ll sleep on it, and then tomorrow we can decide what to do next.” “And don’t forget to pee before going to bed.” Chapter 3 Today Erica woke up dry. It wasn’t much consolation for the poor girl, though, who immediately recalled the events of the previous night. Groaning, she turned and buried her face in her pillow. What was I even thinking, asking mama for diapers? She thought to herself. Having had a night of rest the girl now had a clearer mind, and she found herself deeply embarrassed at what she said last night. But along with that she also felt a sense of relief, after laying bare her feelings to mama. Nevertheless, she dreaded what she might face in the day ahead. She rolled herself out of bed, and, after taking a moment to ready herself, she came out of her bedroom, knowing that mama would be out there to greet her. “Good morning sweetie,” greeted mama warmly, after she heard the footsteps of her elder daughter. She took a cursory glance at her dry pyjama pants and smiled. “Looks like you managed to stay dry last night, great job.” “Thanks, mama.” replied Erica with a small blush. “Good morning.” Mama had her hands full with breakfast prep, and so she didn’t bring up the conversation from last night – which was somewhat of a relief for Eri, as she wasn’t quite ready to have that conversation, either. Wanting to distract herself from her thoughts, the girl decided to help mama out and started setting the breakfast table. “Erica,” mama called out from the kitchen. “Could you help wake Anna up, please?” she asked. Heeding her mother’s request Eri went into her bedroom, where her little sister was still sleeping comfortably on her bed. Her nightdress had ridden up all the way to her belly, allowing Eri a full view of her pull-up. Even in the dark room Eri could tell that the swollen, squishy pull-up was very wet. As gently adjusts the hem of her younger sister’s skirt, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d end up in a similar position soon enough. “Anna, wake up, it’s time for breakfast.” says Erica as she gently pokes at Anna’s cheeks. Slowly, the young girl rouses from her sleep and sits up on her bed. “Good morning, Eri.” greets Anna, while she rubs her eyes, and the two of them head out to the breakfast table. “Thank you, Eri dear.” praised mama as she began brewing some coffee for herself. “Always such a helpful big sister.” It was a simple, off-handed comment but it still managed to put a small smile on Erica’s face. Perhaps today wouldn’t be that bad of a day, after all. *** “I was thinking that we could go get some groceries after breakfast.” said mama casually as she bit into a waffle. “And, if it would make you feel better, Eri,” continued mama, “we could get some diapers for you too.” Before Erica could react, Anna jumped into the conversation. “Eri’s wearing diapers, mama?” she asked excitedly. “Yes, Anna. Since your older sister has been wetting the bed recently, she thought it might be better to wear a diaper to bed until things improve.” replied mama matter-of-factly. “That is, unless Eri changes her mind?” she says, glancing over at Eri. “I, uh–” Eri stuttered. She hadn’t expected mama to be this straightforward or casual about it, especially so in front of little Anna. And she wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate the embarrassment of going diaper-shopping with mama. “Must I follow along?” she asked meekly. “You should, dear.” mama replied gently, not wanting to force Eri. “That way it would be easier to pick something suitable.” “Alright, then, I’ll go along.” replied Erica, with some trepidation for what was to come. Chapter 4 The grocery store was, mercifully, fairly empty. It was a weekday morning after all, which meant that they could have a comfortable time shopping for what they needed, and more importantly – less potential for embarrassment for poor Eri. Erica helped with the trolley, trailing slightly behind mama, who was browsing the shelves while holding on to Anna’s hand. Mama went first for dry foodstuff, then some detergent, before finally arriving at the diaper aisle. “We’ll get Anna’s pull-ups first…” muttered mama, as she grabbed two packs of Anna’s usual pull-ups from the shelf and placed them in the trolley. The packs had a light blue colour, with the image of a young girl smiling brightly, standing in just a shirt and the pull-up. The front of the pack also advertised features like snug leg gathers and 12-hour absorbency. Slightly higher on that shelf were more of that same brand of pull-ups, but in larger sizes. “...And we’ll get two of these, too.” said mama, who picked out another two packs of pull-ups, this time in Eri’s size. These packs had the same blue colour as Anna’s, but the image of the smiling young girl was replaced with a girl that looked slightly older – still smiling, but this time just sitting down conspicuously without a diaper. A tasteful design tweak for a diaper aimed towards a child who might be slightly more conscious about her diaper-wearing – but still undoubtedly pull-ups from a baby diaper brand. “These ones should work just fine.” mama said to Eri. “Or would you like to pick something else?” “No, mum, I’m good, thanks.” replied Eri, who really didn’t want to prolong her embarrassment any further. “But these are baby diapers, I don’t know if they’d fit.” “Well Eri, there are some pretty big babies out there.” mama replied warmly as she started walking towards the fresh produce section. Erica blushed slightly and followed closely behind mama, hoping that no one around them would notice that there were two differently-sized diapers in her trolley. *** “Alright, that’s the last of it,” commented mama, after they’d brought in all the groceries from the car into the kitchen. Erica then helped to stock them in the cupboard and fridge – mama had other things to attend to. “Let’s get you sorted out, Anna.” mama said, as she grabbed a hold of the little girl’s shorts and pulled them down. As expected, Anna was fairly wet and due for a change, which mama performed with ease. With her little one settled, mama then focused her attention on her older child, who had just returned to the living room after having completed stocking the food. “Why don’t you wear one right now, Erica?” offered mama as she tore open the pack of bigger diapers. Confused, Eri asked, “Why, mama? I only need them at night!” “For today I thought it would be good for you to try one on first, so that you can get used to the feeling – you might struggle to sleep otherwise” mama replied. “And I’ll need to show you how to put them on.” she said, as she pulled out a pull-up from the pack and gestured at Eri to come over. “Ehh…” sighed the girl as she reluctantly approached mama. “Can’t I do this myself?” she asked. “I’ll help you out just this once, then you can do it yourself next time, okay?” said mama. Gently, she pulled down Eri’s shorts and underwear, leaving her feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable, especially since Anna was so close by – although she was already occupied with a colouring book. “Can we at least go in the room?” pleaded Eri, hoping for some privacy. “It’s okay, Eri dear. It’s easier if we did it right here.” mama said. All this while Anna had always had her diaper changed in the living room, so that’s where all the supplies were kept as well – and mama didn’t seem too keen on having to change this routine. “And don’t worry about Anna,” she consoled Eri. “I’m sure she won’t be mean about it.” “No, I won’t!” the younger sibling agreed. “Now, before putting it on you need to make sure you’ve got it on the right way,” instructed mama, as she showed Eri the pull-up. “This side’s the front – you can tell because it’s got a little ribbon at the top” she said, pointing to the little image of the ribbon. “And at the back there’s a small piece of tape – before throwing away the diaper make sure you roll it and tape it up.” Mama then carefully slid the pull-up up Erica’s legs, and adjusted the leg gathers for her. “Oh my – this fits you perfectly,” said mama cheerfully “and you look adorable.” The pull-up felt nothing like how Erica expected it to be. It was way thicker than her regular underwear, and it was fluffy and soft – it brought Erica a sense of comfort and security that she’d never experienced before. “Now we’re matching!” claimed Anna excitedly as she saw Eri in her diaper. Indeed, the older sibling was wearing the same pull-up, just in a slightly larger size. “Yes, I guess we are.” replied Eri. She couldn’t help but blush at the thought of wearing the same diaper as her sister who was nearly six years younger than her. *** “Now since you’re in a pull-up, it’s okay to go ahead and pee in it when you feel you need to. Or if you want to use the toilet, that’s okay too.” assured mama, as she pulled the girl’s pants back on. “But if you do wet, please make sure you change before it gets too soaked – I wouldn’t want leaks all over the place.” “Okay, mama,” replied Erica. Even with pants on, it did little to hide the bulk of the pull-up underneath. “But I think I’ll still use the toilet during the daytime.” “We’ll see.” replied mama, with a wry smile.

Chapter 1: Old-Fashioned Seat Warmers Julia Thompson gripped the steering wheel of the family minivan, her eyes scanning the endless highway ahead. The move from Pennsylvania had been draining, physically and emotionally, and though she tried to stay optimistic, it was becoming harder with each passing mile. The kids, cooped up in the back for hours, were fraying her last nerve. Meghan sat in the very back seat of her family's minivan, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Fluffkins, as the scenery of West Virginia or maybe Ohio whizzed by outside the window. The big move from Pennsylvania to Texas had been tough on all of them, but Meghan felt it the most. She missed her friends, her dance team, her school, and the familiar sights of her old neighborhood. Julia tried to reassure her girls that Texas would be an adventure, a fresh start. Deep down Julia worried most for her second oldest. In the months after the final separation, 10-year-old Meghan had started wetting the bed again. And after several wet accidents during the day, Julia became even more concerned. After several doctors visits and counseling sessions, no physiological reason could be found. Meghan’s therapist explained that sometimes kids when faced with trauma like divorce start to regress back to when they feel safe. Being Meghan had wet the bed until she was almost 7, her therapist advised that it was a phase that she would grow out of at some point and that until now she needed protection during the night and supported her as much as they could. Then, Meghan started having day accidents as well. Julia even carried a small training potty in the back of the minivan, something she had done hopefully to encourage McKenzie but was great for all the girls in the event of an emergency. Meghan was mortified the first time she had to use it in a parking lot but she used it instead of wetting her pants. So every night and for most long car rides, Meghan wore goodnites. She glanced at her oldest daughter Kaitlin, who at thirteen seemed to have adapted quickly to the sudden uprooting of her social life or had yet to fully process the move. She was lost in her airpods and phone. She had been before and she would be popular again. It just would take time but for now, she was watching TikTok trying to not strangle her middle sister. From the shotgun passenger seat, she lorded over the rest of the minivan. Her arch nemesis, my charming beautiful, third child, hellion sat behind constantly tormenting her for the first portion of the trip. Four-year-old McKenzie seemed blissfully unaware of the change, giggling in her car seat as she played with a toy. In the middle row behind Julia, she watched Bluey and kept eating snacks. Julia was most worried about her fussing, but so far, she had been the most content passenger of the morning. Still dressed in her nightgown and diaper from the night before. With all the stress of the divorce, Julia had not had time to consistently potty train the almost five-year-old. The soaked diaper was in need of change Julia could see from the back. Meanwhile, eight-year-old Caroline sat in front of Meghan, bouncing around with restless energy. Never the dancer, gymnast, she was Julia’s All Sport athlete. From soccer to softball, she hadn’t tried a sport she was not good at. She had been Greg’s favorite, something he did not hide. She was the most like him. Compared to Meghan, she took the divorce hard, but she took it out on others by bullying Meghan and McKenzie or stealing Kaitlin’s things. She particularly liked to make fun of her sister bedwetting and Goodnites which had earned Caroline more trips across Julia’s lap than she could count. “Mom, Caroline keeps kicking my seat!” Kaitlin complained, turning around with a glare. “Caroline Marie, stop it right now!” Julia said, her tone more tired than stern. She was trying to hold it together, but the bickering was getting to her. Julia was growing more and more frustrated. It was a difficult enough morning for everyone, saying goodbye to the only house and life they had known. However, Caroline had been acting out all morning. She had already gotten in trouble twice during the drive for pestering everyone, and the three day trip was going to be even longer if this continued. She had a feeling she would have to break out her hairbrush at some point but it was a horse race to see who it was going to be first across her knee. In the back of the pack was Meghan, Meghan had already been spanked this morning because she refused to wear her goodnites in the car. It wasn’t a hard spanking but just a gentle reminder to behave and that when she was told to wear her goodnites, she needed to wear her goodnites. Since then, she had been quite quiet and contemplative. McKenzie was too young for the hairbrush, but she hated long car rides but unlimited screen time was keeping the child quite occupied. Kaitlin, who was spanked less frequently these days, was very, very close to an attitude adjustment if her behavior and tone did not get more respectful and kind. She really hoped she did not have to “hand” deliver a spanking to an almost-middle schooler before they made it to their new home. And in the lead for the soonest Thompson to be spending the next hours of the car ride with a sore heiney as always was her Caroline. She was normally that kind of mom that was pro-spanking, or at least not until the divorce with Greg. She had always been more of a gentle parent than a “traditional parent” but when her angelic children act gentle and kind, they receive the same back but when they are mean, cruel, or allow their emotions to dictate how they treat others, she did not hesitate to discipline the girls. Generally, she just needed to threaten them with a spanking but all the girls had been pushing the limits. Things had gotten out of hand out of late, and the only thing that seemed to keep them all together right now was Julia in charge and that meant she was making decisions for everyone. The girls had been tasked with packing their own travel bags. She hoped they had everything they needed. Most of their clothes were packed in the moving truck leaving only room for small luggage in the back of the van. She had packed McKenzie and checked Meghan’s because she did not trust Meghan to not “accidentally forget” her Goodnites. Caroline and Kaitlin had been left on their own. “-Momma, did you hear me? I asked you a question!” called Meghan from the back row. Suddenly pulled back into the moment, Julia adjusts the rearview mirror. “Sorry Megs! What did you say?” Julia calls over the radio, turning it down that Kaitlin had slowly been turning up. Meghan frowned and hugged Mr. Fluffkins tighter. "Do you think I'll make friends here, Momma?" she asked quietly. Julia glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. "Of course, you will, sweetheart. You're kind and fun to be around. Just give it some time. It's going to be an adjustment for everyone." “It’s going to be an adjustment for everyone…” Caroline mimicked Julia’s words in a sing-song voice, which earned her another sharp look from her mom. Caroline loved pushing her buttons and Julia couldn’t afford to lose her temper right now. “Caroline Marie, I’ve had it with your attitude and constant picking on your sisters. You are running out of strikes, young lady. I suggest you find something to do on your tablet before I get really angry and upset with you. You are millimeters aways from getting a spanking young lady, so get it together.” Julia warned from the front seat. Caroline, of course, rolled her eyes and slumped back into her seat. She pulled out her tablet and watched several videos. Bored, Caroline turns around to Meghan. Julia caught the shift in her rearview mirror and braced herself. Caroline’s mischief was easy to spot, and she knew what was coming next. “You know, moving isn’t so bad,” she said with a mischievous grin. “You get to make new friends. Maybe this time they won’t think you’re so weird.” Julia's heart sank. She had tried to explain the move to all of them, but she knew Meghan was having the hardest time. Her sensitive, introspective middle child was struggling in ways the others weren’t. “Shut up, Caroline,” Meghan mumbled, clutching Mr. Fluffkins, like a lifeline. “Ooh, I’m telling!” Caroline shot back, clearly enjoying herself. "That's enough from both of you," Julia warned, her voice growing more stern. She couldn’t afford to lose her temper right now. The move was stressful for all of them, but it was wearing her down too, and the constant fighting wasn’t helping. She saw Caroline smirk before delivering the next blow. "I’ll tell all your new friends about how you cried at your last birthday party? They’re all gonna think you’re a big baby." Julia caught a flash of emotion across Meghan's face—a mix of anger, hurt, and something else she couldn’t quite place. That word stung, but not in the way Caroline intended. Meghan face went flush as she clenched her jaw. She hated how Caroline could push her buttons, and that single word—baby—brought a flood of complicated feelings for her. “Stop it!” Meghan’s voice rose. She turned in her seat and gave Caroline a shove. “Meghan, don’t push your sister!” Julia said, her eyes narrowing in the rearview mirror. “But she started it!” Meghan exclaims. Caroline retaliated by yanking Mr. Fluffkins out of Meghan’s arms. "Maybe you should just stay a baby forever with this dumb toy," she taunted. “Give him back!” Meghan lunged for her stuffed animal, and soon they were wrestling in the back seat. Caroline smirked and said loudly over the scuffle, "You know, maybe I should tell everyone you still wear diapers at night." Meghan’s face turned crimson. It was true—since the move, Meghan had started wearing diapers at night and for long trips because the stress had caused her to start wetting again. And on this car ride, she was wearing one under her shorts. She felt the dampness against her skin, reminding her of her predicament. “Shut up, Caroline!” she yelled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I’ll be like Hey, everyone! Did you know Meghan wore a diaper on the trip just in case she wets her pants?” Caroline announced loudly, cackling. Meghan’s face burned with humiliation, and she felt tears stinging her eyes. “I didn’t want to wear it!” she protested, her voice breaking, “Momma made me!!” Meghan then turned her rage at Julia, “I HATE YOU! I TOLD YOU CAROLINE WOULD PICK ON ME BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN!” Meghan in frustration threw her tablet at Caroline missing and hitting her mother in the back of the head, narrowly missing McKenzie as well causing the van to almost swerve onto the shoulder. That was the final straw. Julia felt her patience snap. "That is IT! I’m pulling over!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She didn’t care that they were in the middle of nowhere; she had had enough. Her pulse quickened as she signaled and pulled the minivan off to the shoulder. Instantly, panic set in for both Meghan and Caroline. “No, Momma, please don’t! I didn’t do anything. It was all Caroline.” Meghan pleaded, her eyes widen. “Did Caroline just throw a tablet at me while I’m going 80mph young lady?!?” Julia countered coldly. “No ma’am, that was me. But I wasn’t aiming for you, it was an accident!?!” Meghan sobbed desperately trying to talk her way out of the spanking she is about to receive. “So, you did intentionally throw it? Do you want to be in trouble for lying as well”, Julia threatened. Meghan looked at the ground, realizing that she had gone to far. “We’ll be good, we promise! For the whole trip” Caroline chimed in, her bravado evaporating. “We mean it!” Meghan said frantically. “We’ll stop, we’ll stop!” But it was too late; mom was done. She put the car in park, unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her hairbrush from her purse, and turned around with a look that meant business. "Both of you, out of the car," she ordered, opening the back door. "No, Mom, please!" Meghan begged and pleaded. Caroline, who had been the instigator, now looked even more nervous, her eyes brimming with tears. "Now," Julia repeated, her voice leaving no room for argument. The two girls slid out of the van reluctantly, their feet crunching on the gravel as they stood by the side of the road. Julia didn’t want to spank them, but she had no other choice. They needed to understand there were consequences for this kind of behavior. Kaitlin rolled her eyes and groaned, muttering something about how she just wanted to get there already. “Unless you want a spanking as well young lady get out of this van and move to the back while I spank your sisters.” snapped Julia, no patience or time to give another roadside spanking. Kaitlin quickly scrambled to the rear seat desperate to avoid angering her mom more. Meghan's eyes filled with tears, and Caroline looked down, scuffing her shoe against the ground. Julia wasted no time. She sat on the front seat with her legs out of the open door. She took Meghan’s arm first, feeling a pang of guilt knowing that Caroline was the instigator but Meghan could have taken a different route. "Meghan Claire, over my knee," Julia commanded. Meghan's cheeks burned with shame as she obeyed, her damp diaper crinkling as she bent over her mother's lap. Without another word, Julia pulled down Meghan's shorts exposing Meghan’s swollen, yellow Goodnite. Normally, Julia would have spanked the girls on her panties before baring their bottoms, but she had a message to send quickly. Julia lifted Megan’s hips to rip one side of the goodnites. “Mommma- please no!! Not on the bare-” The soaking wet Goodnite dropped the ground with a soft splat. Julia adjusted her across her lap, and preemptively hooked her leg over Meghan’s legs holding her in place. “Meghan Claire, why are you across my lap?” questioned Julia Meghan’s feet kicked the air nervously as she started to cry. SMACK! POP! SPANK! “Meghan! I asked you a question.” “A spanking!” Meghan yelps as Julia lands four swats to the middle of her bottom. “Why are you getting a spanking young lady?” Julia questions. “...‘Cause I fought with Caroline and got frustrated and threw my iPad..” Meghan admitted Meghan. Julia landed a dozend “OOOOOOOWWWWW MOMMMMAAA!!” Meghan squeals, “IT HURTS-” “Spanking are supposed to hurt young lady.” Julia explained as she reaches for her hairbrush. “Young lady, keep your hands off your heiney young lady. I do not want to hurt you.” “Momma, please not the brush!” Julia readjusted Meghan, pinning one hand behind the girls back. She landed two spanks with brush. “And what happened when you did that?” “I almost hit you and I’m sorry! I made a mistake” stammered Meghan. Julia started spanking Meghan’s bottom all the way around. With each swat, Meghan kicked her feets and cries out. Tears streaming down her face. “Momma! Please! I’ll be good! I’M SORRY. Please I don’t need a spankin-” As she lands more and more spanks. “I told you both to stop bickering!” Julia scolded as Meghan yelped and tried to hold back tears. “This behavior is unacceptable. You know better than to fight and argue like that." Julia quickly finished up Meghan’s spanking with a dozen more paddles with hairbrush. Meghan reduced to a ball of tears, laid limp across her mother’s lap. When she was done with Meghan, Julia set her back on her feet, tears streaming down her face, Julia looks her daughter in the eye. “Meghan Claire Thompson. This behavior today was unacceptable. Are we going to have any more issues today?” “No— Ma’am, “ Meghan said quietly through tears. Julia pulled Meghan into a hug and kissed her on the forehead. “Now go stand in timeout in the van while I spank your sister.” With Meghan taken care of, Julia turned her attention to Caroline. “Caroline Anne. Your turn, young lady,” she said firmly. Caroline gulped, knowing she was in for it. She lay over Julia's knee, and Julia didn't hold back. She pulled Caroline’s athletic shorts down with one swoop exposing a pair of pink cotton briefs. Wasting now time, Julia pulled down her panties and started Caroline’s spanking. “Ow! Mom, I’m sorry!” she cried, twisting around as Julia gave her a few swats on her bottom. “I promise I’ll stop!” Caroline yelped, but Julia could tell her daughter was trying hard not to cry. There was something deeper in Caroline’s reaction, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but now wasn’t the time to figure it out. “Young lady. YOu have been told so many times to leave your sister alone, have you?” “..Yes” Caroline mutters. SPANK! Caroline yelps. “Yes Ma’am” “What is your consequence for picking on your sister and taunting her? Julia asks as she delivered six rapid fire smacks to Caroline’s sit spot with her hand. “A spankin’.” Caroline cries out. Wasting now more time on a lecture that Caroline had heard more times than she could count, Julia delivered 20 smacks with her hand. Caroline at this time was openly crying and kicking her legs over her mother’s lap. Each spanking driving home a much needed lesson about respect. Julia stopped and reached for the dreaded hairbrush, and Caroline started pleading. “Momma! Not the hairbrush please!!!! It hurts so much.” cries Caroline. The hairbrush landed on her bottom with a loud smack, and Caroline squealed, tears immediately springing to her eyes. “This is what you get for teasing your sister and causing all this trouble,” Julia scolded, landing a dozen swats to her sit spot which would be a painful reminder for the van ride to the hotel. Julia continued spanking her soundly until Caroline was sobbing like Meghan. Once both girls had been thoroughly spanked, only wearing their shirts, with four very red cheeks on display. Meghan cried softly, and Caroline rubbed her stinging bottom, tears rolling down her cheeks sobbing. Cheeks flushed from a mix of embarrassment and tears. Julia took a deep breath, kneeling down to look them both in the eye. “I’m not doing this for fun. I need you two to understand that this behavior has to stop. We are all dealing with this move, and I expect better from you. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am,” Meghan mumbled, rubbing her sore bottom and feeling thoroughly chastened. “Me too,” Caroline muttered, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She glanced at Meghan, and for once, there was no teasing in her eyes—just a silent agreement to call a temporary truce. “Good. Now wheen we get back in the car, and I don’t want to hear another word or anymore fighting, got it?” Both girls nodded. “Now, Meghan,” Julia said, turning to her, “let’s get you changed. I know you need a fresh Good nite.” Meghan nodded, sniffling, and Julia took out the diaper bag from the trunk. She laid out a changing mat on the floor of the van and helped Meghan lie down on her back. Julia opens up a fresh goodnite diaper from the diaper bag and preps it for Meghan. “Up please!” wiping her down gently before putting a clean one on. She opens the baby powder and sprinkles a generous amount. Meghan was mortified, but she felt relieved to be dry. Her mother helped her slip back into her cotton leggings and back into her seat in the van. “And as for you, Caroline,” Julia continued, “since you think it’s so funny to tease your sister about wearing diapers, you can wear one too for the rest of this trip.” “Rest of the trip! You mean tomorrow and the next day too?!? No, Mom, please no!” Caroline protested, horrified. But Julia was firm. “You can spank with the big paddle you spank Kaitlin with or even the belt, but I don’t wanna wear baby diapers!” “Lie down,” Julia ordered, pulling out another diaper from the bag. “They are not baby diapers unless the person in them is a baby. So if you want to continue acting like a baby, I treat you like one or you can act your age and maybe try to understand why its so hurtful that you tease your sister.” “Do I have to use them?” “If you need to, we will be stopping periodically so you can try to go.” Caroline, still sniffling from her spanking, reluctantly obeyed. Julia reached for the baby powder. “NO! I don’t need baby powder. I’m not a baby!” screamed Caroline as she tried to escape the van. Julia, surprised by the outburst, grabbed Caroline by her ankles and delivered eight more spanks. “Young lady. You need powder to keep you from getting a rash!” Julia explained as she applied the powder to Caroline’s diaper area. “Lift your tushy, “ Julia sternly commanded as she slipped the goodnite up Caroline’s legs. Julia then pulled up her nylon athletic shorts. Caroline’s face was bright red, and she couldn’t look at Meghan. Taking advantage of the stop, Julia quickly removed McKenzie from her carseat. She quickly changed her soaking wet diaper and put on another overnight diaper. Without much of a fuss, McKenzie was pack in her carseat, with a fresh diaper and juice box. “This should remind you to be kinder to your sister,” Julia said sternly. “Now, both of you, back in the car. And I don’t want to hear another word of fighting, got it?” Both girls nodded and climbed back into the car, their bottoms sore and their pride wounded. As Julia started the engine and pulled back onto the road, the car was noticeably quieter. Kaitlin put her headphones on, and even McKenzie, who had been watching with wide eyes, seemed to sense the tension had lifted. In the back, Meghan hugged Mr. Fluffkins tightly, her face still streaked with tears but softening as she glanced out the window. Caroline sat quietly, the crinkling sound of her Goodnite audible with every slight movement. For the first time on the trip, there was no teasing, no snide remarks—just an uneasy peace. Meghan stared out the window, holding Mr. Fluffkins close. Her bottom hurt, and she felt embarrassed, but she knew her mom was right. She’d have to find a way to get along with Caroline, at least for the rest of the trip. The atmosphere in the van was significantly calmer. Julia exhaled deeply, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. She hated having to resort to such discipline, but she also knew her girls needed structure and clear boundaries—especially now, during such a tumultuous time in their lives. McKenzie, blissfully unaware of the tension that had just erupted, reached for a snack from her little pile, her focus still on Bluey. Kaitlin stayed in the back, headphones firmly on, trying to pretend she wasn’t affected by what had just happened. Julia glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes lingering on Meghan and Caroline. “I know today’s been hard for all of us,” she said, her voice softer now. “But this move is a fresh start. We all need to be there for each other, not tear each other down. I love you all, and I’m doing my best.” For a while, there was peace. At least until Caroline, after some time had passed, whispered just loud enough for Meghan to hear, “You didn’t have to cry like that, you know.” But Meghan, too sore and tired to react, just sighed and turned away, deciding to save her energy. Thanks for readign and I look forward to your feedback! ❤️ Josey