Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Three (Patreon)

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“AAAOOOWWW!” Vanessa cried, a particularly searing spank landing in the dead center of her hiney,  making her smooth white buns jiggle. Kicking her feet in the air behind her as best she could with her panties tangled around her ankles, the gorgeous blonde realized she had a secondary source of discomfort that was unrelated to her spanking, but was quickly becoming an even more pressing concern-- a growing pressure in her bladder that seemed to come out of nowhere and was rapidly becoming uncomfortable.

     “Stop!” She demanded, trying to look him in the eye over her shoulder. “You’d better-- OW! you’d better let me go, asshole!”

     “Oh really?” he said with a chuckle.

     “You-- YEEOW! You’re going to regret it!” she said through gritted teeth, gripping the carpet with white knuckles.

     He snorted dismissively. “What are you going to do?” he said, bringing his firm, strong palm down against her soft bare bottom, “call the cops?”

     “All I can-- OW! All I can say is that if you don’t stop spanking me, you’re going to be sorry!” She forced herself to stop kicking and pressed her thighs together against the growing urgency in her bladder. She clenched and tightened as best she could... but he wasn’t making it any easier with the steady beat of his spanking.

     “You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said coolly, and he emphasized his point with a stinging spank to her already glowing tushy, making her squeal and writhe her sexy body over his lap.

     A brief trickle of pee dribbled loose-- no more than a drop, but she could feel it between her thighs, all slick and uncomfortable. “OHMIGOD! You hafta let me up, mister-- I gotta go to the bathroom!”

     “Oh, come on,” he said rolling his eyes. He rubbed her throbbing, burning bum with his hand, grinning with satisfaction when she hissed and squirmed in response. “You can’t possibly think I’m going to fall for that old gag,” he admonished, punctuating his statement with a medium hard swat.

     “OW! Oh! Believe what you want, you big bully!” She squealed, beating her fists against the shag. “All I can tell you is you’d better let me up, unless you want a wet patch on that fancy suit of yours!”

     “Frankly, I’m disappointed,” he said sardonically, handing out another hard spank. “I would’ve thought a girl like you could come up with a better line than that to get yourself out of this.”

     Vanessa let out a frustrated growl, then winced when she received a stinging swat in response. It was at that moment that the pressure on her bladder finally overwhelmed her. With a long hiss, and a large dollop of spiteful satisfaction, she released a powerful jet of pee that instantly soaked Howard’s lap.

     “Oh God!” He cried, genuinely surprised. He’d been so sure she was fibbing to get out her punishment... won’t make that mistake again, he thought sourly to himself, feeling the material of his suit go wet and cling uncomfortably to his skin.

     “I told you so!” she cried, hot yellow piss gushing uncontrollably from her bladder. Beneath her, the thin, gauzy material of her dress was instantly saturated, soaking through tp both her spanker’s lap and dripping down onto the carpet below them.

     Vanessa blushed, humiliated to have actually wet herself during a spanking as a grown woman... but she couldn’t deny that she felt not only relief, but a certain glee at having so successfully spited her tormentor, though she was sure it would probably come back to haunt her.

     He hauled her off his lap in a matter of seconds, but it was too little too late... by the time he’d lifted her from his lap and set her on her feet on the floor, the damage had been done... both of them were soaked from the waist down, and the carpet beneath them had been significantly splashed as well. Further, she was still wetting, and although she could have easily stemmed the flow by this point, she maliciously allowed it to continue, a stream of urine hissing from between her legs and striking the rug with a strong pittering sound, collecting in a pool between her feet.

     Howard sat in disbelief, watching her piss on the rug in stunned silence. The stream finally dribbled to a stop, and he fumed as he watched her grin and breathe a sigh of relief to herself.

     “AAAhhhh!” Vanessa groaned cheerfully, the relief in her bladder almost orgasmic. She gave him a cheeky look, giggling to herself when she saw how mad he was.

     “You--” he stammered angrily.

     “Hey, don’t blame me,” she said cheekily. “I told you I had to go!”

     Furious, he stood up and grabbed her by the wrist, looking fiercely into her eyes. “You little brat!” he spat angrily, dragging her down the hall. “I know just what you need!”

What does Vanessa need?

A frothy baby bubble bathroom

A thick, fluffy diaper