Emily's Punishment (Completed!) - Now available as an ebook :)

[daddyamadeus]

(edit) It's been a while! But I finally finished writing my story 'Emily's Punishment' and it's been released as an ebook for Kindle  

Seriously can't believe it's been 2 years since I started it  ?

The story follows the relationship between a young girl and her boyfriend. What starts with a humiliating punishment for wetting herself, slowly becomes something she longs for, as she spends more and more time being babied and cared for... 

 

PART 1

Emily was getting ready to leave the office for the day. It was a warm Friday afternoon in mid July and it had been a long and uneventful week of work. As she shut down her computer and checked she had all her things, Emily thought about her plans for the evening. She’d nip into the pub, to make a brief appearance at a colleges leaving do and then catch the bus over to her boyfriends for dinner, movie and snuggles. A standard Friday night, just the way she liked it.
Emily entered the busy pub and briefly looked about for her co-workers, before catching the eye of Sally from HR. She took an empty seat next to Sally and was instantly greeted by Bill from accounting. Bill placed two large cocktails on the table in front of her, loudly announcing ‘it’s happy hour Em! Drink up!’
‘Great!’, thought Emily, ‘so much for a quick drink before catching the bus’
Emily sipped her first drink while casually chatting with Sally about office politics. Deep into conversation, she barely noticed how easily the first drink had gone down, and how the second one went down even more easily. Checking the time, Emily realised she only had a few minutes to catch the bus. She made her goodbyes and quickly left.
Hurrying to the bus stop, Emily was starting notice an increasing pressure in her bladder, which seemed intensify with each step. Arriving at the busy bus stop, there was no sign of the bus. Emily sat down on the bench, crossed her legs and waited. She checked her phone.

‘Hmf, it’s 10 minutes late already. Where the hell is it?!’ she thought to herself, leaning forward and crossing her legs a little tighter.

‘If it takes much longer, this is going to become an emergency’.

Emily was starting to lightly rock back and forth, shaking her foot in an agitated motion, when, all of a sudden, the bus arrived. Emily presented her ticket to the somewhat elderly driver, who seemed to take an eternity to check the validation of the ticket, before making her way to an empty seat at the back of the bus. The bus pulled away and Emily felt slightly relived that she’d soon be at her boyfriend’s and able to use his toilet, but almost as soon as she had that thought, the bus came to a halt in the rush hour traffic... ‘I’m in trouble’ Emily thought to herself nervously.
Twenty minutes had passed with barely any movement in the traffic. By now, Emily had given up trying to look discreet and was now leaning forward with her legs under her seat and her hands pressing firmly against her crotch. She was gently rocking back and forth and looking about her desperately for some kind of solution.

‘I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it’ she repeated in her head, like some desperate mantra. ‘I’m 26 years old. Far too old to be having accidents’ she thought.

Finally the traffic began to clear, and Emily felt another wave of relief, quickly followed by something else. As she briefly let down her guard, a sudden, short hot spurt escaped from between her legs, instantly soaking into her underwear and spreading, creating a small wet patch in the cotton fabric between her legs.

‘Oh no, please don’t let it be noticeable’ She thought, desperately feeling under her butt to check for a wet patch.

To her relief, everything felt dry and more importantly, inconspicuous to the casual observer. But Emily knew it wouldn’t be long before her situation was much more desperate. She gazed out of the window, fidgeting and shifting her weight about like a little girl waiting for permission to go to the toilet. As she gazed, she tried to figure out the best way to resolve her situation. It was 3 more stops and a 5 minute walk to her boyfriend’s and the traffic was now starting to move freely. Emily contemplated jumping off at the next stop and searching for a public bathroom or a pub to quickly nip into. She thought about what a relief it would be to let the pressure off her bladder and how much happier she would feel… but then she considered having to fight her way through the packed bus to the front, only to have to wander for an unknown period of time, looking for a suitable place to go for a wee.

‘No’! she thought. ‘It’s not far now and I can hold it. I’m not a baby, I’m a grown woman!’.

Emily sat and fidgeted and crossed her legs and tapped her foot and bit her nails for what seemed like forever. Finally Emily’s stop was approaching and it was time to make her way to the door. She slowly and carefully stood up. Without wanting to draw attention to herself, she calmly manoeuvred herself past her fellow passengers and to the door. She stood waiting impatiently for her stop, while subconsciously pressing her knees together and occasionally pressing her hand against her crotch. Emily knew she’d make it and everything would be ok.
The bus stopped, Emily thanked the driver and hopped off as quick as she could, then began walking with great pace. Every step she made bought her closer and closer to the bathroom, but unfortunately at the same time, made her desperation feel more and more intense. As she walked she felt less and less able to compose herself.

‘I can do this’ she thought over and over and over to herself.

All of a sudden, about 2 minutes from her boyfriend’s flat, Emily felt another short little spurt of pee. She tried to ignore it and keep walking, but it was quickly followed by another slightly longer one. Emily kept walking. She felt a trickle run all the way down her inner thigh, tickling her as it went, before stopping just below her knee.

‘Must keep going’ she thought to herself.

Step after step brought her closer and closer to her destination. But with every few steps, another little spurt and another little trickle. As B tried to hurry up the steps to her boyfriend’s the trickles were starting to turn into little flows. She made it to the front door, rang the bell and knocked frantically… Nothing.

‘ Where the hell are you? What are you doing??’ she thought, desperately.

By this point, the spurts and trickles were become more and more frequent. Emily was painfully aware of how damp her knickers had become and how wet her legs were starting to feel. Another warm trickle snaked its way down her leg, soaking into the fabric of her sock.

"Pleases answer the door, for god sake", she muttered under her breath.

Emily was now blatantly doing the potty dance and there was no point trying to hide it. She looked around frantically to see two young girls pass and giggle at her. Emily flushed red with embarrassment, but it didn’t help her situation. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, pressed her hand firmly into her crotch and squeezed her knees together. Finally, she heard the latch of the front door turning as her boyfriend opened the door.
The door opened and before a word was said, Emily looked him in the eyes before looking back down at her feet and watching as a puddle started to form. Her boyfriend stared in disbelief as Emily stood there and completely wet herself in the doorway to his flat. It was a steady stream, running down each of her legs, soaking into her socks and down into her shoes. It felt warm and relieving but unbelievably humiliating at the same time. Emily just couldn’t stop herself. She felt the pee fill her shoes until they overflowed. Her legs were now soaking wet and the puddle was huge. All she could do was stand and occasionally glance up at his face, before looking down at the floor again.
When it was finally over, she looked up at her boyfriend and mumbled,

“I’m sorry”

An overwhelming feeling of helplessness overcame her as she stood there feeling exposed and humiliated. Emily just stood there waiting for something to happen. She usually felt in control, but all of a sudden the rug had been pulled from under her. She didn’t know what to do, other than wait for her boyfriend to do something.
After what has felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“Get in the flat Emily, before someone sees, you for god sake”.

And with that, he grabbed her hand and pulled a now tearful and humiliated girl, into his flat and slammed the door. He led her through to the living room and turned her around to inspect the damage.

“Honestly Emily? Again?”, he said sharply.

Emily was briefly reminded of an embarrassing incident 2 weeks prior, where she’d wet her boyfriends bed after a heavy night out… but this paled in significance, compared to what had just happened. She just stood there, still too humiliated to talk properly. Her boyfriend led her over to the corner and lifted her skirt.

“Absolutely soaking! You can stand there in the corner and think about what you’ve done, while I go and clean up the mess you’ve made. I honestly can’t believe you!”

and with that, he spun her round to face the corner and walked away to look for the mop and bucket.

“Don’t you dare move” he shouted from the other room.

Emily wanted to speak up and tell him to stop treating her like a child, but she still felt too mortified from what had just happened. So she just stood there, feeling a mix of anger, embarrassment and helplessness. After 15 minutes or so, Emily’s boyfriend returned.

“Ok Emily” he said, “I think we’re going to have to take some precautions while you’re staying over”.

Emily looked at him blankly.

“What do you mean?” she said, sheepishly.

“Emily, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Hell, it’s not even the second time! While I was cleaning up after you I had time to think and make a decision I’ve been thinking about for a while.

“What decision?” asked Emily, nervously?

“ Emily. You keep acting like a baby, involuntarily it seems… so I have no choice but to treat you like a baby. Like the baby you keep behaving as”.

Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand and led her swiftly through to the bedroom.

“NO!” Emily protested, as she tried to struggle.

“You’ve bought this on yourself Emily” he said as he led her over to the bed and pushed her down.

 

Emily sat on the edge of bed, wondering what he had in store for her.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again! I promise!” She pleaded, watching him open the wardrobe and start rummaging in the bottom for something.

“No it definitely won’t happen again young lady” he replied.
Hearing this, Emily suddenly felt very nervous about what he might be looking for.

“Please! I’m not a baby, you don’t need to punish me”.
He stood up and turned to face her.

“No, it’s too late for pleading. Now be a good girl and lie down so we can get you clean and changed”

Emily didn’t hear what he said. Her focus was entirely on what was in her boyfriend’s hand. A full pack of adult nappies. Emily stared in disbelief as she felt her cheeks flush red. She wanted to protest, but part of her felt excited and curious. She watched him open the pack and slowly slide out a white nappy, with cartoon teddies and bunnies around the waistband. It looked so babyish. He started to unfold the nappy and walk over to her.

“No!” She suddenly yelped, and crossed her legs. “I don’t want to wear it”.

He looked at her disapprovingly and calmly said “Be a good girl, or you’ll get a spanking as well”...

 

PART 2
Emily looked at him pleadingly.

“Please! I’ll be good, just don’t make me wear a nappy! I swear I don’t need it! Just give me a chance to show you I don’t need it. Please!”

Emily continued to squirm and keep her legs firmly shut.

“Emily!” he said, in an authoritative tone. “It’s come to this after because it’s not the first time you’ve done this sort of thing”.

Emily briefly cast her mind back to 3 weeks ago, when she’d come home after a night of drinking and peed the bed. Her mind raced and her cheeks felt flushed. He continued;

“As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had your chance to show me you don’t need to be in nappies, and now you’ve shown me that you do. So stop complaining and struggling and accept it. You have no choice in the matter”.

Emily cried out in desperation

“Noooooo! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”

but her cries fell on deaf ears. Her boyfriend gave her a sharp, stinging smack across her left buttock, which momentarily shocked Emily into submission. Before she could process what had happened, he’d whipped the nappy under her butt and pulled her legs apart, holding them in place to stop her from struggling.

“Emily! I won’t tell you again” he warned.

“If you continue to fight against me, I’ll restrain you and leave you to calm down. It’s as simple as that”.

Emily settled momentarily, not wanting to be punished further. She lay there, arms folded, and cooperated. She felt a cold sensation of a baby wipe around her thighs and her tummy and then around her butt and pussy. It felt cold and she instinctively wanted to cross her legs, but at the same time she was becoming increasingly aroused by the sensation. Of course she knew she could never let him know. She refused to give him the satisfaction. Then she smelled a familiar smell, and a light tickling sensation all around her groin. It was baby powder! Emily’s cheeks flushed red once again with embarrassment. The humiliation of the situation was all getting too much for her. She couldn’t take it anymore and once again struggled and crossed her legs.

“Noooo!” She cried. “I don’t want to wear a nappy!”

Her boyfriend looked at her, with a disappointed frown.

“Ok Emily, clearly we have to do this the hard way”.

He went back over to the cupboard and took out a set of cuff restraints. Before Emily could kick up another fuss, he flipped her over and gave her 5 hard swots on her bare bottom.

“That’s for continuing to be disobedient, you naughty little girl”.

The effect of this spanking was enough to subdue Emily, enough that he could fit her and ankles and wrists into the restraints and secure them to the bedposts.

“Now, let’s try again, and this time we’ll have no more struggling. Do you understand?”

Emily huffed and looked away, as he finished applying the baby powder and gently massaging it around her butt and her pussy. Then he took the front of the nappy and pulled it up tight between her legs, pulling it all the way up to her belly. Emily tried to close her legs again, but the restraints prevented her from doing so. All she could do was lie there, humiliated as he pulled in each side of the nappy and firmly taped it up securely. Then he ran his finger around the leg cuffs and gave her a gentle kiss above her belly button.

“There we go, doesn’t that feel better now? Baby Emily”.
 

 

 

[D503]

Nice! ???

[daddyamadeus]

18 hours ago, Apache Raccoon said:

Good start: look forward to reading more

 

Thanks, will hopefully find some time to write part 4 soon

2 hours ago, D503 said:

Nice! ???

Thanks

[lookingfordad]

Loved

[daddyamadeus]

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