The Sleepover From Hell pt.5

The Sleepover From Hell pt.5

  'Good babies do not go to the restroom - good babies use their diapers - it's the only way they know how!' scolds Becky, surveying me as I sit in my soaked diaper, squirming as for the ever growing mass of eager poop building inside me.
  'I know how to use the toilet!' I argue, only to realise my mistake.
  'You - do - not! And nor do you know how to speak in big-girl talk. For this major violation to our rules, we shall have to give you twenty spanks - and a "visit" to the park.'
  I see the devious fire in her eyes as she said those words - longing ever since the start for me to slip up, so she could spank me and then take me into public with my diaper on full show! It was going too far, but now I can't do anything but hold myself back from messing myself to cause further humiliation. I nod to these terms shyly, wiping tears from my eyes.
  'Good,' snaps Becky firmly, 'Stephanie - you are the best at this.'
  The world slows down as I survey the six girls' delighted expressions at my punishment. Somewhere deep inside me wonders if they really will hang out with me after I do this. God I hope so. It seems years have tortoise-trod by before Stephanie had me bent backwards over her lap - the experience not made any better by my drastic need for the potty. Tears fill my eyes as her hand readies - bringing it down like a drumstick to a cymbal. The pain strikes me instantly, wailing with pain - not knowing it was about to get worse.
  'Mmphh!' are the only words I can muster as I feel my bowel muscles slip from control. The mush is promptly spilled out, sagging the back of my diaper. Still shitting, still blushing and crying and wailing, the next spanks are carried out unperturbed. My butt becomes sorer after every powerful pound. Every slap squashes the vile mass of poop against my rear, only whilst I fill it more profoundly. It is not until after the twenty spankings that my seemingly endless gush of poop stops, and my diaper now sags down almost mid-way to my thighs - I am surprised it has not leaked.
  'Has wittle Zoe-Zoe had another accident? We told you you couldn't control yourself!' says Becky. 'Now... where's that stroller?'
  Tears spill from my eyes far worse than when the spankings were occurring - this was almost the only thing that could top something like that. I was about to be taken into public - babied!