The Most Embarrassing Night of My Life Part Three (New Content)

I had always intended for this one to be more of a short and sweet one with an open ending, so as things stand, this is the last part of this story. I am open to writing more if there's demand for it, but without anybody liking or commenting, it's hard to gauge. Let me know if this is something you want more of.

The plan is to continue one of the longer running stories at some point in the next week or so. Let me know if you have a preference.  

Part Three

Daisy’s mum came into the room and we all fell silent. I know that I was thinking that perhaps I’d taken things too far.

‘Sophie, can I have a word please?’

I followed her outside, expecting to get something of a telling off. It wouldn’t be the first time. Being best friends with Daisy growing up had meant that we spent a lot of time together and our mother’s were also close friends. Daisy’s mum had the blessing of my mother to scold and punish me as she saw fit, and my mother was also allowed to do the same to Daisy. It hadn’t come up for a long time, but given how upset Daisy had been about my telling others about her accident, I suspected it might be on the cards.

‘You’re wearing a nightie,’ she said softly.

‘Um, yes…’ I said, not really following.

‘Aren’t you afraid that the other girls might see?’

‘Uh…’

‘Or are you not worried about that because you’ve decided not to wear it?’

Suddenly, it clicked into place. She was expecting me to be wearing a nappy because of the stupid game of truth or dare that Daisy and I had played before.

‘Um, I am wearing it,’ I lied.

‘Then show me, because Daisy doesn’t think you are. Show me, and I’ll leave you to it for the rest of the evening.’

‘Um, it’s a bit, you know, embarrassing.’

I’d never been a particularly good liar. She saw straight through me. She lifted the hem of my nightie, revealing my white knickers.

‘So you’ve lied to me then,’ she said, dropping the nightie back down into place. ‘I know it’s embarrassing for you but I really thought you were more mature than this. Go in there and get your bag.’

I walked in, the girls were all silent and it was clear that they had been trying to listen in on the conversation. Had either of us actually mentioned nappies? I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t be sure. I sheepishly got my bag and met Daisy’s mother back outside the room. She took it from me and rummaged through it, but was clearly not satisfied.

‘You haven’t brought one?’ she asked, clearly starting to get angry.

‘Well…no. The truth is, I haven’t brought one because I don’t actually need them. It was all part of a dare and …’ I said.

‘I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Go to Cleo’s room and ask her nicely for one of hers, then put it on.’

‘Look,’ I said, getting angry, ‘I am not wearing one. I don’t need to. I’m 18 years old. It’s not happening. You can’t make me.’

That was a mistake. As I found out, she could indeed make me. She grabbed my ear and dragged me into the room with the other girls. They looked on, mesmerized as Daisy’s mum sat down on a chair and pulled me across her lap. I hadn’t been spanked in years; it had been even longer since I had been spanked by Daisy’s mum, yet here I was laying across her lap. The reality of the situation dawned on me and I tried to get up, only for her to show that she was much stronger than I was as she held me in place. Daisy walked into the room and the girls started giggling, but the giggles weren’t directed at her. Her accident had been completely forgotten. No, the gleeful giggles were aimed at me as Daisy’s mum lifted my nightie and pulled down my knickers.

As the spanking started, I began crying almost immediately. It wasn’t the pain, though it did hurt, but the sheer humiliation of being spanked like this in front of my peers. I didn’t think that things could get any more humiliating but I was completely wrong. While spanking me, Daisy’s mum started to lecture me too, about a bedwetting problem that I didn’t have.

‘I was a bit shocked when I found out that you were having problems with bedwetting at your age,’ she said, causing an eruption of laughter from the other girls, ‘but I thought that you were handling it in a mature way, wearing a pull up last time you stayed over.’ This caused more laughter. ‘But your refusal to wear one tonight because you’re trying to impress your friends just goes to show what an immature little girl you really are. So then, it only seems fitting that you are spanked like one.’

She emphasized the last three words with particularly stinging slaps, and I lay there on her lap, with my bright red bottom on display, my knickers at half-mast sobbing like a toddler. 

‘Okay,’ I said, defeated, ‘I’ll go and put on a pull up.’

‘Oh no you won’t. That ship has sailed. Go and stand in the corner. Face the wall.’

I got off her lap and went to pull my knickers back up but she stopped me, so I trudged over to the corner, much to the amusement of my friends. Daisy’s mum left the room.

‘Oh my god! I can’t believe you’re actually a bedwetter!’ said Cara.

‘I’m not,’ I replied, ‘ask Daisy, she knows.’

‘She’s always had trouble with it,’ lied Daisy, ‘I don’t know how she’ll cope when she goes to university. I doubt she’ll be bringing many boys back to her halls.’

‘Daisy! You know that’s not true,’ I said.

‘To be honest,’ said Michelle, ‘it would be less of a big deal if you just owned it. All this denial is not a good look.’

‘But it’s not true!’ I said, with the dreadful realization that nobody believed me. I would never live this down.

Daisy’s mum returned and a fresh bout of giggling accompanied her.

‘Right, lay down on the floor,’ she said.

I turned around to see her holding a packet of nappies and a bottle of baby powder. Not pull ups, you understand, but actual nappies. The kind that you have to tape on.

‘But,’ I protested.

‘You were given plenty of chances to make the right choice and wear pull ups. You decided to act like a baby, so now you’ll spend the evening in nappies.’

‘I want to go home,’ I said.

‘Well you can’t. Everybody here has been drinking, so nobody can drive. You’re just going to have to take your punishment like a big girl. Unless, of course, you want another spanking? Maybe one of the girls would like to volunteer to administer it this time?’

‘Wait, no. I’ll be a good girl,’ I said, realizing after I’d said it just how juvenile it sounded.

Resigned to my fate, I lay myself down on the floor. Daisy’s mum pulled my knickers down my legs and off over my feet and shuffled my nightie up over my tummy. While we were all girls, and we’d all seen each other in states of undress before, I felt more naked than I had on any previous occasion, more vulnerable. Daisy’s mum unfolded the nappy.

‘Be a dear, Alice, and lift her legs up,’ said Daisy’s mum.

Alice took hold of my ankles and lifted them up in the air, lifting my bottom off the ground. I felt the nappy slide in underneath me and couldn’t stop myself from crying. I felt powder on my bottom and then I was lowered down onto the padding. I didn’t resist at all when I was told to open my legs and powder was applied there too. Before I knew it, I had been taped into a nappy, with no regards for my dignity whatsoever, like an overgrown toddler.

‘I know it’s a snug fit, but girls your age don’t normally need to be put in nappies,’ said Daisy’s mum. ‘I’ll leave these here girls,’ she said, gesturing towards the rest of the pack of nappies and the baby powder, ‘and there’s some wipes in the bathroom. You can decide amongst yourselves who gets to do the honours when she needs a change.’

When. Not if, but when. It was at the point that I knew that I was in for the most embarrassing night of my life.