Alexa gets the paddle

“Please! No!” Alexa sobbed.

“Alright, that’s it missy,” Margaret said as she turned Alexa onto her stomach. “You could have avoided this.” Margaret pulled Alexa forward until she hung off the side, butt hanging off the end of the table, a stool placed for her to stand on.

Alexa squirmed in fear and embarrassment as Margaret pulled out a pink paddle and began smacking down on her bottom. “M-margaret please! I’m not a little girl! I’m not! Please no! Stop!”

“You will behave, Abby!”

“I’m not Abby!”

“You will behave. You will wear your diapers, Abby! You will be a good little girl! Promise me! Promise me you’ll be good!” Margaret yelled.

“No! Please! Please! I’m not a little girl! I’m Alexa! I’m an adult! I’m here to take care of you! Please! Please stop!”

“If you don’t behave I’m going to have to get Ms. Ginger out! Or maybe I’ll soap that dirty bottom of yours!”

“W-what? No! Please! I’m not a little girl! I’m not Abby! Please! I’m not! I swear! I’m not! I don’t need diapers! Please!” Alexa shouted.

“Last chance, Abby! Or am I going to have to take other measures!” Margaret yelled.

Alexa cried as her bladder was pretty full and her bottom was very sore.