The Bad Apple

Chapter Three: My New Low and Then some

The next thing I noticed, we were back on the highway. I was whimpering from pain and weeping. The front and crotch of my diaper was warmly-damp and swelled up so much, it forced my legs apart. The constant feeling of that gruesome diaper against my skin was horrible. It was humiliating that my diaper was in plain sight too. Since I was sitting behind him, my dad wouldn't see me if I decide to air it out.

I grabbed the front of my puffy-padded diaper. I tried pulling it but, my fingers slipped off the plastic. I tried the leg cuffs next. As I pinched the ruffled leg cuff to stretch out, Dad scared me, and I removed my hand.

"Tina... For your information, this used to be an FBI car, there are cameras in the back seats."

I was so embarrassed, I wanted to cry.

After time passed by, I became angry as I thought about what happened when I tried getting my skirt. I was very upset that Dad spanked me that last time. I decided to give him the silent treatment, that will show him.

It took me a long time to calm down but still in pain in which I could handle. My butt cheeks were throbbing, and my headache didn't go away. As I looked out the window, I told myself to do better and comply whatever he tells me to do. I didn't want to feel that pain ever again.

The time went slow as we drove. I had nothing to do but stare out my window and daydream. The Sun was going down behind the mountains. I hated not knowing the time, I guess it had to be around 5pm.

My butt was numb from not moving. I carefully adjusted myself and cringed, my miserable diaper was clammy. I wiped away that tear and went back looking out.

"Tina?"

I crossed my arms and kept looking out the window.

"Earth to Tina?"

I continued ignoring him.

"Is my naughty little girl upset at Daddy?"

"Yes!"

"It's been a long time since you went potty, do you need to go?"

"No, Daddy."

I didn't know what to do about my used diaper. I was ashamed that I did it and too embarrassed to tell him. I'm hoping our house was near so I can hop in the shower.

A while later, Dad got off the highway. Even though the back windows were tinted, I was embarrassed how I was. Dad pulled into a gas station and parked it at the gas pump. He tossed me the skirt.

"Put it on and come outside."

As he got out, I cleared my throat and answered, "Yes, Daddy."

I took off my belt and slipped on the skirt then got out. The weather was much cooler than before. It felt good, it cooled my warm sore butt cheeks. My disgusting diaper kept my mood low as I walked to Dad. How wet it was, the crinkling sounds were the same loudness. My emotions were overflowing, I was on the edge of crying from that point on. Also, the unwanted feeling of slimy stickiness against my skin, what I was wearing and, dad's treatment, my tears continued.

Dad gave me $30 and told me pump 1. I have done this with him plenty of times but, this time it was totally different, and I didn't want to. I walked to the gas station uneasy and embarrassed, praying the music was loud to cover up my diaper sounds. As I went through the door, there was no music and a long line. Tears filled my eyes as I forced myself to get behind the last person. The crinkling sounds was constant, and I tried to focus on the person in front of me. I quickly wiped my tears as I felt warm from embarrassment. The situation became a little bit better, the line was slow so, I barely heard it.