Annaliese PT.whatever I don't fucking know
A few days later the daytime accidents still hadn’t stopped. Annaliese had soaked two pairs of jeans and one pair of leggings since the mall, and the Goodnites at night were no longer enough to keep her parents from looking worried. When they announced they had to leave town for a long weekend an unavoidable family obligation three hours away her mother sat her down at the kitchen table with a soft but firm expression.
“You’re eighteen, but right now you’re having too many accidents to stay alone. We’ve already called someone to stay with you.”
Annaliese’s face crumpled. “Mom! I don’t need a babysitter! I’m not a little kid!”
The protest quickly turned into a full tantrum stomping feet, crossed arms, and big, frustrated tears. She was still mid-meltdown when the front door opened and Mia walked in carrying an overnight bag.
The moment Annaliese saw her, the stomping stopped. Her lower lip wobbled, but the angry fire in her eyes softened into something much smaller and shyer.
Mia gave her a gentle smile. “Hey, you. Looks like I’m on babysitting duty this weekend.”
Her mother handed Mia a short handwritten list.
“She’s to stay in pull-ups the entire time, We’ve left a whole pack of the daytime ones on her dresser, plus the thicker nighttime ones. When she needs to go, she uses the little training potty we put in the upstairs bathroom. No regular toilet for now. If she has an accident or gets bratty, you’re allowed to correct her. We’ve already told her the rules.”
Annaliese’s cheeks burned bright pink, but she didn’t argue again. She just clutched the hem of her shirt and peeked up at Mia through her lashes.
Once the front door closed and the car pulled out of the driveway, the house felt very quiet. Mia set her bag down and turned to Annaliese with a soft, playful smile.
“All right, little one. Let’s get you changed into a fresh pull-up so we can start the weekend properly.”
Annaliese huffed, suddenly bratty again. “I’m not little. And I don’t need you to change me.”
Mia raised an eyebrow. “That sounded an awful lot like talking back. Come on. Upstairs.”
In the bedroom Mia had her step out of her clothes and into a soft white pull-up, smoothing the sides snug around her hips. The padding was thicker than ordinary underwear and made a quiet crinkle when Annaliese walked. She immediately started testing boundaries refusing to pick a movie, whining about the training potty when Mia reminded her, and finally sticking her tongue out when Mia asked her to come sit on the couch.
Mia sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted her lap. “Okay. That’s enough bratting for one afternoon. Over my knee.”
Annaliese’s eyes went wide, but after a second of hesitation she shuffled over and draped herself across Mia’s lap. Mia tugged the soft shorts and the back of the pull-up down just far enough, then delivered a series of firm, stinging smacks across Annaliese’s bare bottom. Each one made Annaliese squirm and let out little watery whimpers, her legs kicking lightly.
Halfway through the spanking Mia paused. Her nose wrinkled.
“W-what?” came the muffled reply.
“Did you poop in your pull-up?”
“No!” Annaliese answered too quickly, voice high and defensive. “I didn’t!”
Mia’s hand rested on the warm, slightly squishy padding. “I’m going to check.”
She peeled the back of the pull-up open carefully. The inside was completely soiled messy and heavy and the front was soaked through as well. A soft, unmistakable scent filled the quiet bedroom.
Mia let out a gentle, almost fond sigh. “Oh, dear… you made a very big mess. And you fibbed about it.”
Annaliese buried her face in the bedspread, ears burning, the thick, ruined pull-up still hanging open while Mia reached for the wipes and a fresh one from the pack on the dresser.
“Stay still,” Mia said softly, already beginning the cleanup. “We’ll get you cleaned up, into a fresh pull-up, and then we can talk about what happens when little girls poop their pants and don’t tell the truth.”
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