Emily's Punishment: Part Two

Chapter Nine - Dreaming of You

Chapter Nine – Dreaming of You

Emily stood with her feet apart, staring into the bathroom mirror. Her toothbrush buzzed and sputtered as she mindlessly ran it across her teeth, all the time gazing at her reflection as the day's events replayed through her mind.

I still can't believe he kissed me, she thought as she moved the toothbrush from her bottom teeth to her top ones. Why do I feel so guilty though? It's not like I encouraged him, or even kissed him back.

Emily pushed the thought from her mind, distracting herself by spitting a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and rinsing with mouthwash. Instinctively, she glanced over at the toilet, ready to pee as she always did after brushing her teeth before bed. She looked down at the thick, bulky outline of the diaper that stretched through her thin pyjama bottoms and sighed.

I should be used to this after a week of it, she thought, as she turned and walked away. But it still feels wrong to leave the bathroom without using the toilet before bed.

She waddled back through to the bedroom, the thick padding rubbing against her thighs as she moved. She glanced over at the highchair in the corner of the room and scowled resentfully, her attention focusing on the darkened wet patch on the ground beneath the seat.

"Stupid highchair!" she grumbled, rubbing her sore bottom as she waddled past it towards the bed. "How could he spank me like that? What did he expect, leaving me sitting there for so long?"

Emily pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed. For a moment she relaxed, briefly forgetting her worries and savouring the soft comfort of the mattress and duvet. She let out a deep sigh before rubbing her bottom again, as the soreness broke her moment of tranquillity. Soon enough, her mind was filled with troublesome thoughts again.

What did he think would happen, spanking me when I'm not allowed to use the toilet? He knows I sometimes wet myself when my bottom is spanked hard, and he did it anyway! Fuck, he's such an asshole. I just know he did it on purpose.

Emily shut her eyes and began shifting her hips back and forth. Barely realising what she was doing, she slid a pillow down under the sheets and began to hump and grind against it, pressing the padding in her pyjamas firmly between her legs.

He knows I have accidents when I'm spanked...ugh! Snap out of it, Emily!

She pulled the pillow back to where it belonged and rolled onto her side to look at the clock.

"Only eight O'clock. Can't believe he's making me go to bed so early tonight. It's still light outside for fuck's sake!" she muttered, turning her head to see the light bleeding in around the edges of the blinds.

With a frustrated huff, she pushed her hand between her legs and felt the large bulk in the palm of her hand.

"Two booster pads are excessive," she mumbled, holding her hand between her legs for longer than was really necessary. "How can he punish me for something he made me do? He should be wearing the nappies, not me." She pulled her hand away again, but not before giving herself a quick, sensual rub. She sighed. "At least it's Friday tomorrow, and this ridiculous charade can come to an end. I'm pretty sure he said it was just for a week."

Emily flicked off the bedside lamp and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, which was still partially lit by the sunlight from around the window. It wasn't long before thoughts of Tom re-entered her mind. She imagined an alternate scenario where their kiss hadn't been interrupted.

Still trapped in the stationary cupboard, with no sign of rescue, Tom slowly leaned forward and kissed Emily for a second time. She shut her eyes and welcomed his tender touch. She noticed his sweet-smelling cologne; it was a little different from Alex's, but the difference was pleasant none the less. She felt his hands slowly caress their way down her back and was briefly panicked as she remembered the nappy that Alex had sent her to work in. However, she was too caught up in the moment to care, and she submitted, letting him feel his way down to her buttocks. He ran his hands over the thick, warm padding, tracing the outline of it through her skirt, as if trying to figure something out. Then he pulled away, as if unsure of how to proceed. He looked into her eyes and was about to speak when Alex's voice boomed from the other side of the bedroom door.