An Accident

Elanor undid the tapes of her sopping wet nappy as quietly as she could, her heart beating very fast. Her boyfriend was in the other room. She had to get out of this disgusting thing and into a clean one before he noticed. If Daddy found out she’d wet herself during the day, she’d never get out of diapers!

Her daytime nappy was only supposed to be a precaution. She’d fought so hard against wearing them and now she’d pissed in the stupid thing like a dumb little toddler! Why hadn’t she noticed she had to go?! It was bad enough that she’d started wetting the bed just after she’d moved in with her boyfriend – if he found out she was peeing herself during the day as well, he’d never see her as an adult again!

Her boyfriend had been so calm and understanding when it started happening. Elanor had tried to dismiss her first accident as a fluke (after all, she’d never wet the bed before in her life), but after three days of waking up in pissy sheets, her boyfriend had insisted she wear nappies to bed. And as each day passed and her bedwetting showed no signs of going away, he took charge more and more, inspecting her nappy to make sure she’d put it on properly before bed, slipping a finger into the leg-band to check for wetness in the mornings, even insisting she call him ‘Daddy’ for as long as her ‘babyish little habit’ persisted. A couple of times over the last week, she’d actually woken up to find herself in the middle of a diaper change! She’d blushed crimson to find herself with her legs in the air while ‘Daddy’ worked away at her crotch with a pack of wet wipes, but when she’d squealed and tried to wriggle away, he’d just smacked her bottom and told her to sit still like a good little girl.

A part of her wanted to rage at him for treating her like a baby – but how could she when he’d been so patient with her? How many other men would be so tender and caring if their girlfriend suddenly started pissing the bed like a four-year-old? She was lucky he didn’t kick her out of the house for ruining his mattress! What man wanted to wake up to the smell of pee every morning?

One side of her nappy snapped open as the tapes came undone, and Elanor prayed the sharp, plasticky sound hadn’t reached the room next-door. How was she going to hide her nappy? She looked around the room anxiously. She’d just have to stuff her pissy diaper under the sofa and hope Daddy didn’t notice the smell before she got rid of it later. Then she’d slip a fresh one on, and Daddy would never have to know about her little daytime accident. She was sure it was a fluke. There was no way she was going to start weeing herself during the day as well!

Elanor reached over to the other side of her diaper and undid another tape with a snap. But at that moment she heard a deep male voice come from behind her.

“What do you think you’re doing, little missy?”

Elanor squealed and jumped up in her surprise, spinning around to face her boyfriend. He was looking at her with her arms folded, one eyebrow raised. She felt her heart drop into her stomach.

“I… I… I was just…” she stammered. With another snap, the final tape gave out under the weight of all her pee-pee, and her nappy fell to the floor with a wet smack. She looked down at the sodden, yellow-tinged padding that had been pressed against her pussy not a moment ago. “I just had a nap on the sofa!” she blurted. “And I had another accident while I was asleep, Daddy...”

There were a few moments of silence while neither of them moved. Elanor stared at the floor. She didn’t want Daddy to see the lie in her face.

Then there were footsteps as he walked up to her. He put a finger to her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. “Are you telling a fib, little one?” he asked sternly.

Elanor just stared at him, her eyes wide. She couldn’t speak. She felt like something was stuck in her throat.

“I think my little girl went pee-pee in her nappy while she was awake, didn’t she?” he went on. “Has my little bedwetter become a pants-wetter too?”

Elanor whimpered. It was all the answer he needed.

“I thought so,” he said, and his voice took on the condescending, sickeningly sweet tone that people only use when talking to the littlest of children. “Daddy’s naughty girl was trying to take her nappy off to hide her babyish little wee-wee accident, wasn’t she? Yes she was! And now she’s gonna get her naught wittle bottom smacked like the misbehaving baby she is!”

“No!” Elanor shrieked, blushing furiously at his patronising tone, and at the idea of getting her bottom smacked like a child. He couldn’t spank her! She was a grown woman! “You can’t do that!”

But he’d already taken a seat on the sofa and tugged her over his knee with her bare bottom facing up. Elanor started to kick and flail, but her boyfriend held her down with ease. “Yes I can, baby,” he said, and he started swatting her bottom rapidly with the palm of his hand, alternating between her cheeks. “Naughty little girls need red bottoms. Trying to sneak your nappy off so Daddy doesn’t find out about your accident – you’ve proved you’re too immature to be treated like an adult woman with some problems holding her pee. You’re nothing but a big, bratty baby, and that’s how Daddy’s going to treat you from now on.”

“Ow! Ow! OW!” Elanor squealed. “No! I’m not a baby! I’m not! OWIE! STOP!”

“No more toilets,” Daddy continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “You’re going to be in nappies 24/7, and you’ll be expected to use them for all your potty needs. And I’m not just talking about pee-pee, little one. You’ll be making stinky presents in your pants from now on as well.”

“No!” Elanor wailed, sobbing and hiccupping as her boyfriend continued to rain down sharp, painful smacks onto her sensitive bottom.

“You can consider your potty privileges revoked until you stop wetting the bed like a toddler,” he said firmly, knowing that with the drugs he was slipping into her food and drink, his girlfriend would never have another dry night again. “Once we’re finished with your spanking, your naughty bottom is going right back into that soggy nappy, and it won’t be coming off again until you’ve filled it with a big, yucky mess. This is your life from now on, princess. You’d better get used to it.”

Elanor couldn't do anything but bawl her eyes out over her boyfriend's knee while he turned her tushy bright red. And no matter how much she wanted to insist that she was an adult woman who deserved respect, with the memory of this spanking in her mind she knew she was going to be a very well-behaved little girl for the foreseeable future.