Double-Dicey and Desperate (Commission)

Thanks to Samantha for commissioning this one! :-)

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Oh, god – what could Josh be planning next?

She'd been bratty, she knew it. All day – and in public, too. Trying to see just how far she could press her luck. Just how many of her Daddy boyfriend's buttons she could push before he finally drew the line. Some might have wondered why on earth she was like this, and what kicks she could possibly get out of behaving in such a contrary manner. Honestly, Alesha herself had a hard time articulating why – but that didn't really matter, did it?

All she knew was that when Josh's handsome face darkened at long last, and he shook his head in disapproval, and that deep voice of his lowered as he called out her full name and informed her in no uncertain terms that she was in big trouble… well, it did something to her. Something squirmy and naughty and heart-flutteringly, panty-dampeningly delightful… even if the consequences were pretty damn unpleasant.

Like right now.

She shifted uncomfortably, as much from the sting of her well-spanked, bare ass and the burn of the suppositories deep inside her as by the thought of what a picture she must make. Here she was: a punished, squirmy, pathetic little girl, standing in the corner as ordered, waiting for Daddy Josh to tell her what the next phase of her punishment would be…

Of course her imagination had a field day with it. And so it was that while she was still silently shivering at the mental image of Josh forcing her to crawl around the room for the benefit of his phone camera, his voice interrupted her wayward thoughts. "Come on, babe. Turn around. Pull up your shorts and have a seat at the table."

She did so – gulping nervously at the sight before her. No gags, no blindfolds, nothing of that sort. Not even a diaper, surprisingly enough. Just a simple pair of dice, standing small and isolated in the center of their little table.

How pathetic was it that she found herself wishing inwardly for a diaper? Or at the very least, a pull-up?

"Umm, what- what's going on?" She blushed at the quavery sound of her own voice, then bit back a tiny whimper of discomfort as she shifted on her still-sore, suppository-stuffed bum. But Josh merely flashed a tight smile. "It's your next punishment, honey," he explained, and his tone conveyed the firm patience of a father explaining to his toddler why she wouldn't be getting that giant stuffed unicorn. "You've been a bad girl today, remember? Mouthing back? Using bad words? Whining and begging me for things when we were shopping? I think this will be a great way to remind you of who's in charge… and how you're definitely not the big, mature young woman you think you are."

She eyed the dice, first with skepticism and then with growing apprehension as he explained the rules to her. It was simple, really. She had those nasty suppositories inside her now – that was part of her punishment. Big girls could hold it in, of course – but if she was really so silly and little that she couldn't, then she'd simply have to earn herself something a bit more forgiving of a babyish mess than her current shorts and panties. How to earn a pull-up? Roll two sets of doubles – one after the other. And how to earn a full-on diaper? Why, another set of two doubles, of course!

Josh's smile grew broader at her clear anxiety. "Oh, I bet you're wondering what happens if you end up having a stinky mess in your pants, huh? Well, let's see. Of course if you're already in a diaper, it only makes sense; I'll definitely tease you, of course, but I'm sure you'll be able to handle it." He glanced pointedly down in the direction of her waist. "If you end up messing in pull-ups? Well, clearly you won't deserve them anymore, so we'll say… hmm… a week in diapers. And if you actually don't even last that long?"

She felt the blood rising to her cheeks as Josh laughed softly and patted her head. "Honestly, I think any grown woman who full-on shits her pants so easily deserves nothing less than being kept in diapers and full-on baby clothes – for a week." Her eyes grew wide at such a humiliating prospect, and as he gently pressed the dice into her hand, she could already feel her heart racing with the urgent need to win such a sadistic game.

"Oh- okay," she managed, but of course Josh didn't accept just that. "Okay what?" he pressed – and she dropped her eyes and stammered out the rest. "Okay… Daddy…"

"Good," he commended with a hum of approval and another pat of her blonde head. "Now roll, baby. Or maybe you really do just want to mess your pants right here and now?" "No, no," she hastened – and with that, the frantic rolling began.

Ugh, what a devious punishment this was! Time after time the dice clattered to the table, and time after time she found herself staring at something that was decidedly not a double. Now and then she'd get one – but even as her heart leapt and her poor, clenching bumhole tightened in anticipation of impending relief, the next roll dashed her hopes to the ground. Minute after minute ticked by, and Josh chuckled knowingly as she whimpered and leaned further forward, growing visibly more and more anxious with every second…

Finally, when she'd least expected it, it happened: double fours, and then, immediately after, double sixes. "Wow, look at that!" Josh enthused. "Now, tell me, Alesha. What is it that you want? Or do you want to keep rolling?" "No, no," she whimpered, her gut gurgling ominously as she shoved her chair back with trembling hands. "Please, Josh, please- please, can I have a- a… pull-up?"

"Of course!" He beamed with paternal condescension… but made no other move. "Well… what are you waiting for? Big girls surely know how to put on their own pull-ups, right?" Oh, god – he was going to make her go find it- She practically leapt from her chair and skittered down the hall, half-bent into the uncomfortable posture of someone whose churning belly threatened to explode at any time…

Where the hell were they? In the dresser? No – nothing but panties there. Wait, hadn't she seen some Goodnites in there just yesterday? Never mind! She had to find some – and fast. Drawers flew open, her shaking hands seizing one after the other in vain search of the juvenile garments. Surely- no, he couldn't have-

After what seemed like an hour but must have only been a minute, she caught sight of the flowered beauties: tucked neatly away, way in the very farthest back corner of her bottom drawer. She cursed Josh mentally, realizing now that he had known exactly what he was doing. For to reach them, she'd have to squat down – bend at the waist – pressure building on her desperately churning belly as she leaned down further and just a little bit further…

Blort. She couldn't help it – that first, horrifyingly wet and sticky explosion into her cotton panties. No- no, no, no! Her fingers closed at last on the papery thickness of the Goodnites, but even as she reached up to jerk off her shorts and with them the panties beneath, she felt another gooey mass slip out through her aching bumhole. She was shitting herself – already. In her adult pants. Like a genuine, pathetic, too-little-to-be-trusted baby.

But… wait. Josh didn't know that, did he?

Her entire body was shaking as she gingerly peeled the shorts down her legs, trying not to gag at the sight and smell of her own oily mess. But no, she rationalized with desperate resolve. This could still work. She could still pull on her Goodnites. Mess in them if she really had to. At least she'd avoid the horrifying possibility of having her big girl clothes taken away for an entire week! All she needed to do was wad these up… stuff them under the bed… clean them up later…

"Hey, honey!" It was Josh, leaning against the bedroom door, smiling gently as she straightened up from behind the bed with guilt-stained cheeks. He sniffed the air experimentally, smile dissolving into a look of bemused concern. "Hmm, something smells a bit… stinky in here, doesn't it?"

Ohh, shit. Alesha's breath caught, her mind racing as she frantically reviewed her options. The pressure had subsided for a brief moment, thanks to her recent indiscretion. She could keep holding it in… but Josh was sure to investigate. He'd- he'd find her messy panties under the bed… know that she'd lost. Before her eyes she could see herself, waddling helplessly out to the car in those babyish corduroy shortalls, a thick, incriminating bulge screaming to the world that she was nothing but an overgrown baby…

She flushed – and, before she could reconsider, tensed her muscles. Sending a hot, gooey burst of her own excrement rushing out into her brand-new Goodnites.

"I- I couldn't help it," she managed at last, sheepishly waddling toward him in her haste to draw him away from the scene of her messy crime. "It just- I really needed my pull-ups-" Oh, he was grinning, and how she flinched as he drew near, his hands now running down along the visibly soiled bulge in her seat. "You most certainly did, baby!" he crooned with a smile, and she winced at the feeling of the mess he was now squishing into her ass and shrinking butt-crack. "You remember the punishment, right? Diapers for a week, honey – so let Daddy restock your drawers with something more appropriate…"

"No- not yet-" she began – but she was too late. For Josh was already striding toward the still-open dresser, drawing ever closer to the soiled fabric under the bed. No, please- don't look down! Don't look, Josh, please-

"Hmm… wait. What's this under here? Baby, is this… your shorts?"

Oh, shit. She was busted.

And as Josh held up the smelly, visibly stained bundle, Alesha felt her heart sink down into her toes. She'd been caught: like a stinky, naughty little toddler who'd made a mess and tried to hide it from Daddy. She was destined for babyhood now – and all because of her genuine inability to control her own bowels.

Maybe bratting wasn't quite as much fun as she'd thought.