Until today, I had been ordering Hannah's diapers online. However, since Little Miss only wears them when she has wet her bed or when she is being punished, they're not delivered regularly. This morning, when I reached into her drawer to pull out a thick diaper for her as part of her current two-week punishment, I realized that it was our last one!
Fortunately, it was a nice day and we weren't too busy, so it was the perfect day to run to the store. Part of Hannah's punishment is that I pick out her daily outfits, except when she works in person. When we're working from home, she usually just gets a shirt and her diaper. But when we go out at night and on weekends, her outfits can vary. I like to remind her that it's an incentive to behave during her punishments. The fussier she is, the less she's going to like her outfit.
This morning, I dressed her in a cute white shirt with flowers that I like a lot when we're at home because it's short enough that it doesn't go past her belly button, leaving her diaper completely visible to me. For our errand, I grabbed her denim shortalls.
Hannah wasn't surprised when I walked into the living room holding clothes since it was normal for us to go out on a Sunday. However, she'd never worn these shortalls with her thickest diapers, and as she stepped into them and I pulled them up her legs, we realized we were going to have to unbutton the sides to get it past her thick bum. When I clicked her shoulder place into place, she immediately frowned. Sure, it was definitely more revealing than what she usually wears, but practically, no stranger was going to notice. But as soon as Hannah looked in the mirror, she began whining and asking me to change her into something else.
"Please, everybody is going to notice!" she begged. But I knew better than to give into her and ignored her as I got the rest of our things together.
We got in the car and took off. Hannah still didn't know where we were going, but that wasn't abnormal. I had made it clear to her that girls who still wear diapers don't get to ask a lot of questions. They just go where they're brought and do as they're told. We reached the grocery store and I leaned over to her, "We ran out of your diapers this morning, so we have to go shopping for some more!"
Miss Crinkle Pants was NOT thrilled. She started squirming and looked over at me. I tried to reassure her. "Sweetie, nobody is going to know that the diapers are for you! We could easily be buying them for someone else."
She still didn't look convinced. "But they're going to look at me closer, and then it will be obvious," she said. I almost felt bad for her, her cheeks were already blushing. I couldn't help but feel a bit turned on by her utter humiliation.
We walked into the store and I made sure to remind her of our purpose. "Where do you think they keep diapers for baby girls who wet the bed?" I asked her, not making any effort to lower my voice. She looked around, horrified. We walked towards the pharmacy section and found the adult diaper aisle. She couldn't stop squirming, pulling up the denim so the top of her diaper wasn't visible, only for it to fall back down again the second her fingers left her waistband.
"Sweetie, what diapers do you think are best for a little girl who can't behave?" I asked her again. A couple on the end of the aisle walked by us. The man was looking ahead, but the woman suddenly looked at Hannah and then to her crotch before whispering something inaudible to her husband as they passed.
Hannah was bright red at this point, standing in front of the options. I smirked at the top of her diaper poking out over her waist. Going forward, I think we're going to restock in person all the time. If she is going to misbehave and earn herself time in diapers, she can deal with the humiliation of having to shop for them too.
