Cynthia Doesn't Make It

“It’s very easy to make these promises while you’re over my knee getting your naughty bottom punished,” Margaret scolded. “I want to make sure you really remember. Got that?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Cynthia begged.

Margaret raised her hand, delivering a harsh open-palmed slap on her buttocks. Cynthia screamed at the top of her lungs, the slap radiating over her bottom and her sore pussy. The strength from the slap slammed her bladder into Margaret’s knee- the pressure hitting its peak before Cynthia could do anything to stop it.

Tears streamed down her face as she felt herself let go against her will. Her hot urine soaked the towel over Margret’s knee.

“Fuck… Is she peeing herself again?” Danny scoffed. He folded his arms, his eyebrow raised. “Shit, Cynthia. You really are a baby, huh?”

Cynthia could almost hear the smug look on Margaret’s face. She continued spanking her hard through the shame. No doubt leaving large purple bruises over her backside.

“Of course she is,” Margaret said loudly. “She’s been wetting her bed for years. Every time she makes her way out of diapers during the day she finds herself right back into them, don’t you CeCe?”

Cynthia was crying too hard to reply. Margaret delivered one last slap against her backside before picking her up by her hair.

“Now then, are you sorry for making peepee over Mommy’s knee? Good thing I put that towel down for you, hum?”

Rage flushed in Cynthia’s cheeks at the reminder that Margaret had planned all this. She spotted Gertrude, still filming out of the corner of her eye. And the amused and disgusted look on Danny’s face.

“Yes, Mommy,” Cynthia managed through her sobs. Her throat redraw.

“And what do we say when someone takes the time to correct our behaviour?”

Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut. Preparing for another wave of laughter.

“Thank you for… Punishing my naughty bottom, Mommy.”

“There’s a good girl.” Margaret slapped her buttocks one more time, making her jump. “Now then, lie back and let’s get your diaper on before you make another wetty on the floor. Then you can clean up your mess.”

Cynthia stood there in shame, unable to stop the laughter or the pictures as Margaret laid the diaper down on the floor.

“Please, can’t we do this in private?” Cynthia begged, but it only earned her another slap on her buttocks.

“Of course not! I’m not waiting so you can make another mess! Lie down now!”

Cynthia closed her eyes as she was pushed down onto the floor. Her legs spread wide, revealing her smooth pink pussy to the crowd. Gertrude knelt down, pointing her camera right at Cynthia’s crotch to get a close up of everything.

“Aw, wait until everyone sees this little, CeCe,” She teased. “They’ll see you getting diapered like a good little girl.”

Cynthia bit her tongue, but Margaret just raised her legs up and slapped her thigh again.

“T-Thank you,” Cynthia mumbled out.

Margaret sat to the side, not blocking off the view of Cynthia’s pussy as she powdered her heavily, slipping the thick padded diaper under her hips. Cynthia covered her eyes as the diaper was strapped firmly onto her. Knowing that everyone had already seen everything.

“Now then baby, time to clean up your big, wet mess.”