Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Ten (Patreon)

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Fuming and pouting, the thermometer protruding proudly from between her adorable buttocks, Vanessa gripped the table with white knuckles, biting her lip to keep herself from sassing the formidable Ms. Prowse... The old biddy definitely had the upper hand, at least at the moment, and considering what she’d been through the night before, she had no desire for any further punishments at the moment!

     She lay there as still as she could, breathing deep. Although the thermometer wasn’t painful, it was invasive, uncomfortable, and very embarrassing... and the way that Ms. Prowse twisted it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger wasn’t helping, either. The anally-erotic Vanessa found her pussy growing involuntarily moist, adding to her embarrassment-- she just prayed the old bitch wouldn’t notice!

     Without warning, as suddenly as the thermometer had been inserted, it was swiftly withdrawn from her hiney. “OOOoo!” She squealed, kicking her feet against the table. Ms. Prowse paid her no mind, casually reaching out to give her bare butt a squeeze while she studied the glass cylinder.

     “Hmmm... everything looks fine to me,” she said simply, like she was commenting on Vanessa’s toenail polish or something.

     “I refuse to stand for this continued humiliation!” Vanessa spat, instantly regretting it when Ms. Prowse fixed her with an intimidating glare.

     “I’m only going to say this to you once, missy,” she growled fiercely, “so you’d better perk up those pretty ears and listen: you’re going to get that chubby butt of yours in gear, go through that door over there and put on exactly what we laid out for you, and then you’re going to follow me down to the car, and then we’re going for a little ride, and if I hear one peep out of your mouth that isn’t ‘yes, ma’am’ or ‘yes sir,’ you are most definitely going over my knee for a good, long while, and I don’t care who sees it... understand?”

     “Yes, ma’am,” Vanessa pouted, too powerless and naked to protest her situation. Under the careful, hawk-like stare of Ms. Prowse, she rose and padded through the door, happy, at least, to get some clothes on.

      She was expecting something outlandish and embarrassing, but to her relief, Vanessa discovered a revealing, but practical pink top and striped skirt combo, which she gratefully pulled on, along with a new pair of simple pink cotton panties... a bit stodgy for her usual tastes, but under the circumstances, she was OK with that.

With Ms. Prowse in the driver’s seat and Alex riding shotgun, talking on his phone almost the whole way, Vanessa was left sitting in the back, staring out the window, brooding, wondering what she was getting into.  

     The city receded into the desert. The sun beat down, the car hurtling down the highway for about half an hour before turning into one of the gated communities that lay just a short drive beyond.  

      After Ms. Prowse punched a number into a keypad, one of these gates opened to allow them access to one of the most opulent neighborhoods Vanessa had ever seen, with homes that looked like gilded fortresses... none more so than the one they found themselves driving towards, which rose above the rest, sitting on the peak of a large hill at the center of the neighborhood.

      Through another set of gates, and the car began the final leg of its journey, up a winding road towards a home that bordered on being a castle-- a sprawling stone estate nestled in the middle of rolling emerald lawns, and Vanessa found herself thinking that she was stepping into a fairy tale.

     Ms. Prowse dropped Vanessa and Alex off and the front door before driving off to park the car. In through the front door, finding themselves in a large foyer, where Alex and Ms. Prowse introduced Vanessa to her fellow ‘contestants’:

- Cindy: Spoiled little rich girl, an arrogant, narcissistic, little brat prone to tantrum throwing when things don’t go her way-- her sophisticated facade, cultivated at expensive boarding schools, generally tends to crumble in the face of adversity, revealing her to be a major a crybaby. Manipulated into joining the contest by an ex-boyfriend.

- Genesis: Former Olympic level gymnast, cut down in her prime by an injury. Having difficulty adapting to regular life, she began seeking out newer and crazier challenges to test her limits... but she may have bitten off more than she can chew this time. Genesis believes she’s filming a reality show.

- Sheri: Wanna-be social media influencer who signed up looking for money, fame, and exposure. A total air head, she’s got no idea what she’s in for. She’s got a hidden kinky side that she’s desperate to keep under wraps.

- Candy-May: A tough farm girl, heiress to a major ranching fortune, local rodeo champ, and state chili eating champion, Candy has always been one of the boys, and she’s always looking for a challenge. She’s got a rough, tough image of herself, and she’s never been much of a girly girl.

- Rachael: Intrepid reporter who’s blackmailed her way into the contest looking for a scoop. What she doesn’t know is that she’s been set up-- her blackmail info is fake, the judges know who she is, and they’re looking to punish her. She’s got no idea that the contest is rigged against her in a major way.

      Vanessa hung back and watched the others, sizing up the competition. Most of them seemed like spoiled rich girls, but the cowgirl looked pretty tough, and the other blonde, Genesis, looked pretty athletic... She knew she’d have to take them down quickly, if possible.

      Further scheming was disrupted as one of the four large doors, one for each wall, opened to allow entrance to an adorable, pixie-faced teen, no older than 20, her pink hair making her look even more sweet... totally at odds with the outfit she wore, a tight leather corset and shiny, tight black leather pants like something a dominatrix would wear.

      “Greetings players,” she said, introducing herself with a cruel little smile. “I’m Ms. Dixie, and you can think of me as the... mistress of ceremonies,” she said with a chuckle. “I hope you’re all ready to start playing.”

      “Just a minute,” Rachel said, hoping she could extract as much information about the proceedings as she could. “Aren’t you going to explain the rules?”

     “The rules will be made explicit as you play,” Dixie said, annoyed at the interruption. “For now, it’s time for you ladies to make your first choice.” She gestured to the two unopened doors, one blue one pink. “Will it be the blue door or the pink door?”

What should be the first event?

Spanking endurance competition

Embarrassing confession contest