Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Two (Patreon)

As always, thank you all so much for your continued support, it really means a lot. I'm hoping to keep these entries a bit shorter so we can update them more frequently from now on. In addition to the poll attached to this chapter (which is more of a broad, general, "where do you want this story to go" type question), I'm also accepting suggestions from the audience about what the next part of Vanessa's punishment should be... if you have any suggestions, just let me know in the comments. 

Vanessa pulled the switch off without a hitch, the ace replacing the two in her hand. The manoeuvre was so smooth, the movements honed via hours of practice, the motions so minute and precise that they almost didn’t exist at all...

     Or so she had thought.

     “Just a moment young lady,” said a stern and booming voice from across the table.

     And before she could react, he was reaching across the table to seize her wrist. “Hey!” She cried, struggling to tear her arm out of his grasp, “Lemmie go!”  Vanessa winced when Howard twisted her wrist painfully in his hand, turning it around to discover the lowly deuce she had cupped in her palm.

     “I thought so,” he said calmly, his handsome face regarding her with cool contempt. His grip on her arm was strong and firm, just short of painful. Vanessa struggled, fighting to tear her arm loose from his grip... to no avail. “You’re very good,” he said, taking the card from her hand and discarding it onto the table, “but not good enough, it would seem.”

     “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she lied pathetically, her attempts to free herself growing more energetic. “I-- it was an accident! Yeah, that’s it!” she insisted.

     “You little liar,” he growled, pulling her to her feet and dragging her across the room. “You’ve got a lot a gall missy... there aren’t too many people who think they can come in here, cheat me, and lie to my face about it!”

     “Let... me... go, you big bully!” She protested, digging in her heels and fighting against him as best she could.  

     “I don’t think so, little lady,” Howard said, “I caught you red handed, and I’m sure a minx like you has all kinds of brushes with the law in your past.”

     Vanessa winced. He was right, of course-- she’d been in all kinds of minor trouble since her teenage years, starting with petty theft and escalating from there. Howard was right about one thing... there was no way the cops would listen to a word she said if she was being accused by a man like him.

     “I thought so,” he said triumphantly. “Yes, I think I’m going to have to arrange a nice chat between you and the boys at the local precinct. But first,” he said, settling himself into a nearby chair and hauling the struggling Vanessa across his lap, “I think it’s time to teach you a lesson about what happens to little girls who try to swindle me!”

     With a surprised shriek, she found herself upended over his lap, dangling over his powerful knee, her neat, rounded bottom pointed up in the air behind her, straining alluringly against the fabric of her dress. Dizzy and disoriented, what had transpired hadn’t dawned on her-- at least, not until his broad, hard hand landed against her wriggling posterior with an echoing POP!

     “OOOWWWW!” she squealed, kicking her dainty feet in the air behind her. Surely he wasn’t actually going to...?

     But her worst fears were confirmed when his palm cam down on her plump backside again, followed swiftly by a third and fourth strike, each one ringing off her bottom loudly in the spacious living room. A prickling heat began spreading across her wiggling tushy, and Vanessa was helpless to do anything but kick her legs in the air behind her in time with her spanking.

      “OW! Oh! Stop! OWIE! STOP YOU BASTARD!” She demanded, her voice as high and whiny as a naughty schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  

     In response, Howard tugged up the back of her dress, exposing her bare buttocks, already turning pink under his assault, and the single, silken strand of fabric running between them that passed for her underwear.  

     “Oh no! Don’t you dare!” She squealed, reaching back to protect her rump with her palm. But it was a simple thing for him to simply take her wrist and pin it at her lower back, leaving her trapped in place and more vulnerable than before. Vanessa frantically pumped her legs, bare buns jiggling energetically in the air behind her.

     “YEEEOOOWW!” she cried, a blistering spank landing across the center of her wiggling domes, sending her plump, womanly flesh rippling beneath his strong, sure hand. After a few minutes, Howard performed the largely ceremonial task of tugging down her almost not existent panties, which quickly wound up tangled around her ankles.

      Vanessa emitted a sharp shriek as the last vestige of her dignity was stripped away from her, kicking and struggling anew when the spanking resumed. “Let me go, you creep!”

      “I don’t think so,” he sneered, roasting her hiney with a flurry of painful spanks. “You’d better settle in, babycakes... your troubles have only just begun.”

What has Howard got planned for Vanessa?

Bonus question: What should be the next part of Vanessa's punishment after her spanking? Let me know in the comments!