The Bad Apple

Chapter Three: The Punishment

I had no idea how much time went by, it felt like forever as the car drive was silent. Dad didn't say anything, and I didn't either. I was waiting for him to calm down before we could talk. Something I wasn't used to, we always chatted.

Passing five exits and still quiet, I knew at that point, I was in deep shit. Maybe the same level my sister was in last year.

I realized, I left my basket of apples there. I was upset about it, all that time and effort down the drain.

My phone was dead, still bored and continued thinking back what I could have done differently. I was regretting buying that coffee. As I thought about that drink, I had an urge to pee. Normally I could hold it for two hours. But a lot of stressful things were speeding it up. Will I go to the party tomorrow, the ac was giving me the chills, how long will my dad ground me for, and wearing a diaper.

My arms and legs were crossed as I had the chills. I had to break the ice and speak up.

"Um, Dad... Daddy, I'm freezing back here."

He didn't answer but, did turn the ac off.

"Thanks Daddy... Um, I'm sorry for..."

Dad talked over me and told me to, be quiet.

I still had to go but not as bad as before. As I stared out the window, I was sweating for some reason. I felt beads of sweat run down my vagina. I adjusted myself in the seat and felt my butt sticking to the diaper. It was uncomfortable and wasn't going away. The diaper wasn't breathable. I needed to air it out but, I couldn't lift up my butt because of the seat belt.

As soon as I unlocked the belt, an alarm went off from the driver's side panel.

"Put your seatbelt back on right now!"

"Sorry Dad, I was..."

"He talked over me again, "No excuses, just do it!"

I was upset how he was talking to me. I locked my seat belt back and mumbled to myself the letters bs. Unfortunately, I said it too loud, and he heard.

"I can't believe you said that! It's time to teach you a lesson or two!"

"I'm sorry Dad, it slipped out, I didn't mean it... Dad, I'm sorry."

He got off the first exit. Dad pulled into an empty lot then parked it behind some trees, hidden from the main road. He ordered me out as he left the car. I was scared, I had never seen him so angry before. Dad opened my door. I undid the seatbelt and got out. Tears formed as he looked at me with disappointment. At the same time, my sweaty ass was glued to the diaper. I had a chance to air it out, I had to wait until Dad wasn't looking.

"Tina, for saying those words which also meant, showing no respect, no phone until I see your report card."

"What? No Dad, that's too long, I need it... That's two weeks from now."

I was angry and crossed my arms.

"So, what happened today?"

I told him the truth about the history test, leaving the book at school, the skipping class rule, and going to study for the test on Sunday. Hopefully to get a lesser punishment.

He shook his head in disgust. My Dad took hold of my upper arm and pulled down my skirt, exposing my degrading diaper, it was embarrassing. When he tugged on me to follow him, I nearly tripped over the skirt. As Dad led me to the back of the car wearing a diaper for everyone to see, I was whimpering from humiliation and fear.

"No talking unless I ask you a question... Bend over, hands on the trunk."

I was terrified and too scared to think. He let go, as soon as I assumed the position, Dad started spanking me.