Verbal Humiliation

"Now then," Margaret said loudly, popping open the button on Cynthia's jeans. "What just happened then, little CeCe?"

Cynthia let out a quiet whimper, seeing the flashes of cameras around her.

"Please, ma'am," She tried to beg. But was only rewarded with a harsh smack on her buttocks. She bowed her head, hearing Gertrude cackling as she filmed everything.

"We're waiting, little girl," Margaret snarled.

Cynthia sniffed loudly, hugging herself tightly.

"I wet my pants."

The laughter in the room echoed around her making her wince.

"You certainly did." Margaret tugged Cynthia's jeans down her legs. Her stepdaughter shivered in front of her.

"Oh my God, she's so bare!" A shrieked voice called out. "She doesn't have any hair at all."

Cynthia tried to cover up her shaved pussy, but Margaret just grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. She whispered loudly into Cythia's ear, using a sickly sweet voice.

"Are you ready to tell everyone here that you are a little panty-wetting baby?"

Cynthia bit her lip, shaking uncontrollably at the laughter. Her eyes were closed shut, not wanting to see the eyes that stared at her. Margaret reached down, grabbing her bare buttocks hard.

"Hurry up young lady!" She hissed. "Or I'll whip your bottom until my belt snaps!"

Cynthia swallowed again, but knew what she had to say. She raised her head, even if she kept her eyes shut.

"I'm a little panty-wetting baby."

"Louder!"

"I'M A LITTLE PANTY-WETTING BABY!" She wailed. "Please put me in diapers!"

Gertrude was about to pass out from laughter as the crowd started cheering. Applauding Cynthia's shame.