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The Babysitter, Part 72
🕑 Added 2025-02-23 22:04:18 +0000 UTCMiley reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone, which she immediately trained on me as I lay on the floor with my legs slayed and my now smooth crotch blatantly on display.
“NO.” My hand darted down to cover my most private area. I was solely focused on my modesty, rather than an incriminating photo of me in wet diapers, meaning I completely failed to consider the recent accident as I cupped my crotch. Grimacing as I felt the gross dampness on my fingertips, I lifted my hand ever so slightly to avoid further touching myself down, but made sure I was still fully covering myself. “Miley. Delete that, right now!”
“Stop playing pretend, brat,” she said, playing coy as she sat back and tapped her screen a couple times, “I’m Alyssa. Ooh, this is a good one. And it would be so easy to send to all my friends.”
My eyes widened in horror. “Don’t!” I exclaimed. While I highly doubted that any of Miley’s classmates knew me, I still didn’t want a half naked photo of me circulating around our area, or the internet in general if anyone posted it. “Mi- Alyssa,” I conceded, looking up at her, “Please, don’t.”
“Hmm, what’s in it for me?” Miley asked, pausing for a moment before referencing what she had teased a few seconds ago, “Oh, I know.” She paused again, this time to glance over her shoulder and listen for footsteps before lowering her voice and saying, “I want to see Noelle spank you. Get her to do that, and I’ll delete it.”
Wait, but- As in, I had to actively misbehave, badly enough that Noelle would punish me like that again? That went against everything I had been working towards. For the last few hours, I had done Miley’s summer work, kept my head down, and had tried my best to get on the strict babysitter’s good side. The only thing that had been a problem up until now was the pull-ups/diapers, thanks to Ruby, Paige, and, most recently, Miley. Getting into trouble for some bullshit the young redhead spun was one thing; purposely getting myself in trouble was something else entirely.
Before I had a chance to respond or further process Miley’s terms, we both heard Noelle coming back. Miley didn’t say another word. She just pocketed her phone and gave me a knowing wink.
Beyond frustrated, and not wanting to let a girl Miley’s age–the girl who started all of this by somehow sending her babysitter to the wrong house–screw me over with a blackmail photo, I decided to call her out instead. The second Noelle turned the corner, I blurted out, “Alyssa took a picture of me!” Despite how I was putting my foot down, I was still too tangled up in all of Paige’s lies to insist on too much beyond the current problem.
“Umm, what?” Miley asked. Playing dumb, of course. Giving it a beat, she then scoffed and added, “Oh. Paranoid much, Miley? I was answering a text.”
I could tell exactly what she was doing, being an older and more mature girl than Noelle believed. ‘Admitting’ that she had her phone out, just in a way that wasn’t at all what I was accusing her of. “No, she wasn’t!” I snapped, “Check her phone.”
To Noelle’s credit, she didn’t side against me. Though I was the ‘rebellious girl’ she was in charge of, it didn’t change the fact that teenage girls could be both mean and opportunistic regardless of how they came across on the surface. She had left Miley alone in here with me, and wasn’t going to outright ignore my claims. “Alyssa? Do you mind?” Noelle asked, “It’ll be easier than fifty rounds of ‘she said, she said.’”
“Whatever. I’ve got nothing to hide,” Miley said. She offered her phone to Noelle, “Password is 4-5-9-2.”
As Noelle took the device and unlocked it, I kept my hand in place, hovering a couple inches over my private area and the wet padding below. I really didn’t like how easily Miley gave her phone up. Did she not actually take a picture? Maybe her intention all along was to get me to cause a scene over nothing. That, or she was used to her phone being confiscated and/or searched, and had a system for hiding what she didn’t want others to access. My bet was on the latter, though I would have no way of proving it if Noelle didn’t find anything at first glance.
Either way, it only took ten or fifteen seconds for Noelle to return the phone and say, “There’s nothing there, Miley.”
“But-” I protested, realizing as I did that I was responding a lot more quickly to the wrong name, “Did you check all the folders? What about her texts?”
“I did a quick skim of her recent messages,” Noelle informed both of us, “Anything more than that would be violating her privacy. Also, I wasn’t gone that long. Alyssa’s right; you just made a paranoid assumption.”
“Told you,” Miley smirked. She was still on her knees in front of me, facing away from Noelle and too low for her reflection in the mirror to give away the smug expression. “Did you find those cloth diapers? We should probably get Miley out of these wet ones before she gets a rash!”
Unlikely. Noelle had used so much powder earlier. I was pretty sure the quantity had been for the sake of embarrassing me, whether or not she believed I had used the diapers on purpose. Would the redhead before me do something that extreme to spite authority? Honestly, I had no idea.
Taking the layer of padding that Paige had specifically made a trip for, Miley unfolded the diaper and laid it out next to me. Her deviant nature meant that it took her next to no effort to keep our names reversed. “Scoot over, Miley!” she instructed me, “And move that hand. We’re both girls, plus I already saw everything a minute ago.”
I was still hung up on the blackmail thing. While the real Miley had succeeded in making me look bad in front of Noelle, I wasn’t sure if I was still on the hook for purposely getting myself in enough trouble to be spanked. If I couldn’t prove to Noelle that the photo existed, I was going to be stuck going along with what Miley had demanded of me.
Humiliating as this weekend had been, pictures hadn’t really been part of it until now. Paige and her friends had managed to coerce me in other ways, and I had talked Ruby out of snapping anything of me earlier. I very much wanted to contain all of this, but that wasn’t going to be possible if Miley had such a revealing and mortifying shot of me.
Either way, I had to temporarily put those thoughts aside. Between Miley’s ‘babysitting practice’ and Noelle expecting me to behave, I reluctantly lifted my body up and shifted over to the makeshift changing pad. It did feel better than the sponge I had been sitting on before, though I also felt a bit more exposed despite how my awkwardly splayed position was more or less the same.
Acting as if all of this was completely normal, Miley grabbed a wet wipe from the counter and said, “This is going to take forever if you don’t listen to me, brat. Now, move your hand, and then hold still.”
She wasn’t wrong. And now that she had succeeded in making sure I was solidly on Noelle’s bad side, it was way too late to talk myself out how this diaper change was playing out.
So, perpetually blushing at this point, I did as I was told and once again allowed myself to be bared to both the girls.
