Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 21

Camila gets her punishment... well, the start of her punishment. Spanking is going to be part of her life for the next few chapters at least.

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Camila hadn’t expected to return to the Delta Lambda Gamma basement so soon. As far as she knew, it was used only for initiations, transfers of the house leadership, and a mysterious annual sisterhood ritual. She could now add disciplinary trials to that list. All the cute pink decorations from initiation were gone, leaving the grim foundation stones of the sorority’s ancient house. Though the room was brightly lit and clean, standing on a flagstone floor in front of a literal tribunal of senior sisters had turned Camila’s insides to jelly.

The Heathers weren’t dressed in their ritual robes, but they all wore severe outfits in dark colors, even Heather Lambert. Heather Miller was seated at the center of a heavy oak table in a striking black dress. The dress set Heather’s pink hair off perfectly, but Camila didn’t think the compliment would be appreciated under her current circumstances.

“This disciplinary action of the Delta Lambda Gamma sorority is called to order.” Heather Miller said. “Camila Guerrero, do you understand why you’re before this committee, and do you agree that the sisters gathered before you have the right to judge you?”

“Y-yes. I’m really sorry, Heather, I didn’t mean to…”

“Just yes for now is fine, Camila. You’ll get a chance to present your side of the story, I promise.”

Camila’s belly rumbled with alarmed distress. She half-listened as Heather Miller called roll and Heather Lambert took down notes of the committee proceedings. Belatedly, she remembered to not lock her knees. The last thing I need to do is pass out in the middle of this – if I keep my sorority membership I don’t want it to be as a pity case.

“Camila,” Heather Miller brushed a stray hair away from her face. “by your own admission, you revealed the sorority’s ABDL secrets to someone outside the sorority or our brother fraternity. Do you agree with that statement?”

“Yes.” Camila felt tears rise in her eyes and blinked them away.

“This is very serious, sister.” Heather Lambert was wearing the darkest colors Camila had seen on the girl, a forest green turtleneck over navy blue pants. The severity of her outfit was especially shocking in light of Heather’s usual bright plumage, and it blunted the effect of Heather L’s sympathetic smile.

“It’s literally the sorority’s foundational rule,” Heather Rapp said dryly. Of all the Heathers, she looked the most normal in her black pantsuit. Her affect hadn’t changed at all either, she had the same flat speech and resting bitch face that she always did. “Luckily, you didn’t violate it in a major way, or you’d already be out and there would be lawyers involved.”

“To be clear, sweetie, that’s not happening.” Heather Lambert leaned over the table and cast a concerned look at Heather Rapp.

“It’s not forbidden to tell a trustworthy person about the sorority, though we prefer that out sisters imply that ABDL is unique to them, when talking to someone they’re dating.” Heather Miller’s flinty eyes were killing Camila. She’d never seen the top Heather so disappointed, or possibly furious.

“I know that you were aware of that rule, because you had permission from your mommy to tell your girlfriend that you wear diapers.” Heather M sighed. “Then, the first time you two played with ABDL, you did it in public. Things went too far, you panicked, and outed the entire sorority to Belén. You also implied that the Delta-Bs have the same culture, potentially outing them as well. Is that accurate?”

“That’s not – inaccurate.” Camila hated that she was whimpering, but she was agonized by the degree to which she’d disappointed Heather. “You said I’d get to tell my side of the story?”

“I did, and you can do it now.” Heather Miller motioned to Heather Lambert, who nodded and switched to a fresh page of notes.

“First off, I’d like to say that I was in Littlespace. I didn’t intend to be Little in public, but Belén caught me off guard and before I realized it, it was too Little to easily get back to being Big.” Camila took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to say that my being Little excuses everything but…”

“We recognize Littlespace as impairment, Camila.” Heather Lambert said gently. “You’re right that it’s not an instant excuse, but it is considered in disciplinary situations.”

“Okay.” Camila wiped her eyes. “I know I made a mistake, but Belén is a trustworthy person. She said she’d make a solemn promise to the three of you to never reveal our secret, and I believe her. I – I wish she was here to tell you that instead of me. I know you’d see how sincere she is.”

“That’s for later.” Heather Rapp said. “But we will talk to her for sure.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to add, Camila?” Heather Miller’s judgmental gaze flayed Camila’s heart.

Camila cast her eyes down. “Only that I have loved being a sister of Delta Lambda Gamma. I’m very sorry for telling Belén our secret, it wasn’t something I did intentionally.”

“You don’t want to say anything about Bernardo?” Heather Miller pressed.

“No. He didn’t make me confess our secret to Belén in the bathroom. He’s not at fault at all.” Camila kept her gaze on the flagstone that was gathering splotches from her tears.

“Hard disagree.” Heather Rapp said.

“I second Heather’s statement.” Heather Lambert said. “Bernardo was in a position of leadership, both in his House and at the event. He should have recognized Camila’s Littlespace and made sure she was in control of her situation instead of joking about it.”

“Agreed. I motion that we send a formal complaint to the Delta Lambda Beta fraternity regarding Bernardo’s conduct.”

“Second,” Heather Rapp said.

“Supported.” Heather Lambert added the motion to her notes. “I’ll send the complaint as soon as this meeting is done.”

“No!” Camila looked at the Heathers fiercely. “I’m not asking someone to take the blame for me!”

“He’s not taking the blame for you.” Heather Miller’s calm manner was unruffled by Camila’s outburst. “He’s taking his own blame. You have plenty of your own. Tell us about Amanda Phung.”

“I – I…” Camila wobbled on her feet as the blood drained from her face. “She’s my lab partner…”

“She knows about your diapers, doesn’t she, Camila?” Heather Lambert’s smile had a firm edge to it.

“We talked to Lamara,” Heather Rapp said. “She was surprised we didn’t know you’d told Amanda.”

“But she doesn’t know anything about it having to do with the sorority!” Camila took a step forward before she remembered herself.

“Doesn’t she?” Heather Miller sighed. “She knows that Doria tried to recruit you, but that you were adamant about joining the Delta-Gs. She knows you wear diapers and would like to keep it a secret. She also knows that your roommate, a fellow sister, is so comfortable with the idea of you wearing diapers that she brought a diaper bag to an outing for you.”

Camila felt sick to her stomach. Laid out with Heather’s logic – the situation with Amanda sounded really bad. That means it ISreally bad. Heather is right. She’s always right. She’s so smart, pretty, and confident. I wish I was like her. I wish I wasn’t such a screw up.

“Nothing to say, sweetie?” Heather Lambert asked gently.

“N-no. Except, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize all that. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“You say that, but…” Heather Rapp’s face was terrifying with the addition of a frown.

“Our biggest concern is the amount of care that you take with the sorority’s secret.” Heather Lambert said. “It seems low.”

“Zero low.” Heather Rapp added, to Heather Lambert’s exasperation.

“No one is accusing you of outing the sorority to the world.” Heather Miller folded her hands together on the table. “But this is a bad pattern of carelessness or inattention. I’m worried that because you discovered our secret on your own before joining, that you don’t really respect it. Your sisters deserve to explain their ABDL lifestyle to whom they want, at the time they choose, and no one else. It’s not for you to take that away from them.”

There was nothing Camila could say in response to that. She bit her lip and let tears stream down her face while she awaited Heather’s judgement. I’ll miss this place if they kick me out. It’ll hurt to not see Betty and Lamara as much. I’ll miss Sui-Yin and Yesenia – even Ginger. At least I’ll still have Belén.

“I have two punishments to propose to the committee.” Heather Miller sat up and straightened her shoulders. “One is intended as a deterrent to revealing our secret while Camila is in Littlespace, and the other is intended to make her think about how easily our secret can be revealed in her day to day life.”

Heather Miller took the notebook from Heather Lambert and wrote two quick lines. She showed them to Heather Rapp and got an immediate nod. Heather Lambert was slower to agree, but after some internal deliberation she nodded as well.

“The committee is in agreement. Camila, your punishment will be as follows. You will receive a spanking right now, from the disciplinary committee. Further, every night for the next week a randomly selected sister will give you a spanking. You need to remember your sisters when our secret comes up, not just yourself.”

Camila swallowed around a lump in her throat. Randomly chosen sisters? I guess they’d have to agree, so it’d be mostly people who don’t know me well or don’t like me. It’s not the end of the world – as long as Ginger’s name doesn’t come up. “I understand, Heather.”

“Good. Your second punishment is total revocation of toilet or potty privileges for the duration of the week. You’re not to use a toilet for any reason, in the House, on Campus, or off Campus.”

“What?! But how will I – manage my classes? Won’t that make it more likely that people find out?”

“Not if you’re careful.” Heather Rapp said grimly.

“As Heather said before, sweetie, this is to make you aware of how fragile our secret is, and to encourage you to be more vigilant in protecting it.” Heather Lambert sighed. “I’m not as big a fan of the spanking punishment, but I understand it. This one I support completely.”

“But I’ll have to – to – I don’t mess my diapers!”

“You do for the next week.” Heather Miller’s implacable expression broke Camila’s heart. She sobbed once before she regained control of herself.

Heather Miller handed the notebook back to Heather Lambert. “There are genuinely incontinent people on campus that have to use diapers or other aids. If they can do it, so can you. In the meantime, I think you’ll be able to identify a lot of situations in which you were being careless. Most sisters don’t out their secret to two people before the first quarter is over.”

Oh god. A whole week as a diaper-dependent baby. What’s Belén going to say when she finds out I’m messing? How am I going to get through classes, do I have to start skipping lunch? I know this is a punishment, but couldn’t they have picked anything else?

“Is – is that everything?” Camila watched the Heathers through miserable, teary eyes.

“Everything except your spanking,” Heather Miller said.

“Then can we do that now?” Camila walked to the table and bent over it at Heather’s direction. When Heather Miller took Camila’s pants and diaper to her ankles, the other two Heathers took hold of Camila’s wrists.

“Let go! I won’t fight. I can take a spanking properly.” Camila twisted her wrists, managing to free her right wrist from Heather Lambert’s grasp.

“She’s telling the truth. Let go, Heather.” Heather Miller’s command had immediate effect – Heather Rapp released Camila. More than that, she nodded approvingly to the soon to be punished girl.

“Do you feel like my favorite now, Camila?” Heather Miller gave each of Camila’s cheeks a quick rub.

“No.”

“That’s because you aren’t. I don’t invest in you because you’re my favorite, I invest in you because I think you can make a great Delta-G sister. That’s something I still believe. I want you to take this punishment in the spirit it is intended, and focus on the community of your sisters.”

Heather slapped Camila sharply once across each cheek with quick staccato strikes. “We could have helped you with Amanda and Belén, but you didn’t come to us. You tried to act alone, but you’re not alone. You’re a Delta Lambda Gamma sister, and we value you enough to work to keep you.”

Four more strikes on each cheek landed with punishing force. Camila’s resolve to grit her teeth and take it quietly fell away on the last hit with a cry of pain that bounced sharply off the basement stones.

Heather paused, resting her hand on Camila’s tailbone. “You need to value us enough to come to us when you need help. It doesn’t make you weak to rely on others. There’s nothing in this world stronger than a group of united Delta-Gs. Be part of that strength, Camila, don’t chip away at it.”

The spear of guilt that impaled Camila’s heart was worse than the spanking had been. Heather’s next ten strokes, five to a cheek, left Camila’s rear burning in some spots, numb in others. She still preferred the pain in her rear to the ache in her heart.

Heather Miller stepped away, with Heather Rapp and Heather Lambert stepping in to either side of Camila’s stinging rear. They each delivered five slaps on their respective cheek. The unevenness of it was brutal, Camila’s mind was overwhelmed by the combination of Heather Rapp’s brutally solid strokes and Heather Lambert’s whip-fast spanks.

All semblance of dignity left Camila when Heather Miller braced her hand on the small of Camila’s back. Though she knew the big finale had arrived, Camila wasn’t ready for the relentless slaps that Heather rained on her rear. The spanking went on and on endlessly, while Camila sobbed until her tears and snot pooled on the polished oak table. At the end she was so bruised and distressed that she wouldn’t have been able to tell if she’d wet herself during her punishment or not.

Heather Lambert applied lotion to Camila’s rear with touches as gentle as her spanks had been vicious. Heather Miller put Camila’s diaper back on her, adjusting the tapes before fitting the girl back into her pants. The biggest surprise was Heather Rapp, who put her arms around Camila and squeezed her with as much caring intensity as she’d ever felt from Betty.

“You did good.” Heather Rapp gave Camila’s face a few perfunctory wipes.

“I know we’re not your favorite people right now.” Heather Lambert stroked Camila’s arm. “But please come to us if you need help. Not just with this punishment, but always.”

“You’re our sister, Camila.” Heather Miller kissed Camila on the forehead. “Those aren’t just words. We will always have your back, even when we’re upset with you. This punishment is part of that. You need a course-correction so that we don’t lose you.”

Sobbing from emotional overflow instead of pain, Camila reached for the Heathers. They all gathered around her for a hug, mercifully staying clear of her branded bottom. They sent her up the stairs after wiping her face again. It was a long, painful trek up the stone stairs, every step a reminder of the thrashing Camila had gotten – and earned.

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“Dios mío.” Belén closed Camila’s bedroom door behind her. “That Heather Miller can be a bruja when she wants to be.”

“Don’t say that.” Camila tried to face Belén and almost dislodged the ice packs she’d balanced on her bare rear. “I want to be her when I grow up.”

“You want to grow up?” I thought you were going to be my Little girl.” Belén took a careful seat on the bed and played with the hair at the nape of Camila’s neck.

“You can still joke about that? You know what my punishment is.” Camila buried her face in her pillow. “You don’t want to deal with my mess.”

“It’s truth that I’m not ready to change that kind of diaper for you.” Belén slipped her hand under Camila’s shirt and ran her fingertips over the small of her girlfriend’s back. “I think maybe you underestimate me. Did you think I didn’t know that you pooped, before your punishment?”

“Don’t make fun! This is different!”

“Only until you clean up. Then you’re the same girl that I like taking to bed.”

“You don’t get it, it’s a punishment.” Camila whined. “I’ll be messy a lot, I won’t be able to run off and fix it easily.”

“Bajarse de la cruz. Os falta la leña.” Belen chuckled. “Okay, how does that one go in English? Climb yourself down from the cross, we don’t have enough timber.”

“You think I’m being dramatic?” Camila beat her feet against the bed, regretting it instantly as her ice packs slid off her butt.

“Dramatic is too small a word for what you are doing, but my English is failing me.” Belén wrapped the ice packs up in Camila’s sheet and tied it loosely around her waist before pulling her girlfriend’s head into her lap. “Maybe small is the issue. Do you want to be a small girl?”

“The word is Little.” Camila pouted petulantly.

“¿Estas melindrosa? How do you say it in English?”

“I’m not fussy!” Camila fussed.

“Good thing your niñera is here.” Belén spread Camila’s discarded diaper out and scooted it under her hips. She put her finger to Camila’s lips at the Little girl’s first protesting noise. “You have accidents. Don’t argue.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“I’m not calm.” Belén returned Camila’s head to her lap. “I agree with keeping the secret, but not the way they enforce it. Americans are barbarians. You are my Little barbarian, and you need me to take care of you. I can be angry at the Heathers later.”

“Okay.” Camila closed her eyes and clung to Belén. “But if I have to – mess, you have to leave the room. I don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“I don’t think I would…”

“Please, Belén.”

“Okay. Your Mommy will take care of you for mess, right? If that comes up, I’ll go find her.”

Camila nodded. “Thanks for fixing my ice packs.”

“My pleasure. I’m understanding more and more what the mommies like about this. All I want right now is to protect you.”

“Protect me and play with my breasts?” Camila peeked up at Belén hopefully. “Lamara isn’t back from her engineering club for an hour.”

“There is my greedy brat of a girlfriend.” Belén laughed and tugged on Camila’s shirt. “Give me your shirt, brat.”

“Yes niñera.”

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The first day of class while Camila was on punishment was brutal before it started. Her thick diaper, heavily powdered, made pants an impossibility. Taking a cue from her frumpy skirt, Camila dressed to avoid attention. As she put her backpack on, she winced at the soreness in her rear. She had another spanking coming that evening and for six more after. There was no way to know who would be spanking her, or how hard they’d do it. All the Heathers had said was that they’d give the sisters a chance to opt out of being in the spanking drawing.

That means that the entire house knows, since they had to know what they were oping out of. Camila sighed and trudged down the campus path from her sorority house. I wish I knew what, exactly, the Heathers told them. It’s going to be hard enough to face my sisters without not knowing what they heard.

“Camila! I’m so glad I bumped into you.” Amanda waved over-enthusiastically at Camila. She was standing next to a tree like she’d been there for a while.

“Yeah, how random,” Camila said dryly. “What a coincidence that we bumped into each other on the path between my sorority house and my first class.”

“Okay, I was waiting for you, come on, I’m trying to be subtle here. I need your help.”

Camila stared at Amana for a moment and shook her head. “Trust me, you don’t want my help. Especially if it’s sorority-related.”

“That’s exactly what it is!” Amanda stepped close and lowered her voice to a hissing whisper. “I think Doria suspects that I’ve been wearing diapers.”

“Been wearing?” Camila made air-quotes. “How often have you been wearing them? Where did you get them?”

“I got tired of waiting for you to invite me to that store and went on my own.” Amanda fidgeted nervously. “I’ve been wearing them – a lot.”

“So you want me to – help you keep your diaper secret?”

“Yes, please? You’ve been wearing them longer, I figured you’d be good at keeping people from finding out.”

Camila chuckled. Amanda looked nonplussed, which prompted Camila into a full laugh. Her friend’s growing annoyance had Camila guffawing, until she was doubled over and crying. It didn’t matter how irritated Amanda was, the situation was hilarious. She laughed until she felt shaky inside, but relieved.

“You found out about me on the first day of class. I suck at keeping this secret. I’m a disaster.” Camila grabbed Amanda’s arm and set off down the path with their elbows linked. “Amanda, baby, you and me are going to be disasters together. We’ll cover for each other and keep a lookout, okay?”

“Uh, this sounds like it’s going to be more dangerous than just working it out on my own.”

“Nope, and do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you have a super simple solution if you don’t want to get caught.” Camila fixed Amanda with a look out of the corner of her eye. “You could just stop wearing them.”

“I uh – well, you know, it’s not like I didn’t think of – look, the thing is…”

“We’re going to wear them to class for a whole week. By the end, we’ll be stealthy as hell.”

“Every day?!” Amanda quickly covered her mouth to cover her loud squeak. “You’re crazy, no way.”

“I’ll change you,” Camila offered casually.

“What?” The Vietnamese girl’s expression had gone from panicked to greedy in a moment.

“You haven’t had anyone to do that for you. Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” Camila shrugged. “I’ll do it, but only if you wear with me for a week. I have to wear this whole week. If you want my help, I want solidarity.”

“Is your – issue getting worse?”

“Something like that.” Camila sighed. “Anyway, deal?”

“You’re ruthless. Doria was right, you’d be an amazing Alpha-Kai.”

Too bad I make such a crappy Delta-G. “Still happy where I am. Now, tell me what you think Doria knows.”

“She’s made comments about my clothing choices – and my weight. Specifically about my butt being bigger. Then I caught her other favorite – Harmony – in my room.”

“Do you think Harmony found your stash?”

“No way. I’d be out of the Kais right now if she had.”

“Are you sure it’s Doria that’s your problem, instead of Harmony?”

“I think they both are.”

“The easiest way to fix this is to let them find something.”

“Did you not hear the part where I said I’d be out of my sorority, instantly?”

“Not – the thing you’re actually hiding.” Camila glanced around. They’d joined the general press of students as they approached the classroom buildings. It’d be better to cut out the word “diaper” with people around, even in whispers. Helping Amanda is almost as good for keeping my mind on my secret as wearing all the time is. Yeah, I can do this!

Camila squeezed Amanda’s arm. “How are you doing for money?”

“I’m fine. Why?”

“Buy butt-pad panties, and let Harmony find those. Act embarrassed about them to Doria if she brings them up, tell her you don’t like how flat your butt is.”

“My butt isn’t flat!”

“I mean, you’re not exactly smuggling cake back there.”

“Holy shit Camila, what got you up on the bitchy side of the bed this morning?” Amanda laughed. “It’s a really good idea though – I just wish you hadn’t picked something that hits a sensitive spot.”

“Come on, that makes it even better. It means there won’t be any acting required when Doria questions you.”

“Ugh. I hate you for being right and smart.”

Camila grinned. “Come with me, my padded-butt apprentice. I have much to teach you.”

“Okay, stuff like that is going to cost you all your cool points.” Amanda peeked behind Camila and tugged her sweater down over her waistband. “Anyway, thanks. I have to get to English.”

“Math for me.” Camila nodded. “Meet here after and head to chemistry together?”

“Sounds good.” Amanda squeezed Camila in a quick hug. “We should hang out more. You know, for stuff other than our little conspiracy. See you in an hour!”

Camila waved to Amanda and traipsed to her math class on light feet. Maybe this week is survivable after all. The first steps up to the building reawakened the soreness in Camila’s rear and made her wince. As long as I don’t get a really hard spanker tonight – or Ginger. Bleh, please God, don’t let Ginger get picked to spank me.