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The Babysitter, Part 71
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 05:24:48 +0000 UTCThe bathroom floor was just as uncomfortable as it had been the first time.
And that was before accounting for Miley’s presence. I had so badly wanted to say something about the girl who technically started all of this, but I was in no position to do anything but what Noelle was telling me to do. Noelle was irritated enough that I had yet another accident, not to mention the fact that I didn’t speak up about it. If I caused any trouble while already on her bad side, there was a good chance I’d be over her knee again. Maybe with Miley observing, as an extension of my current punishment.
Even Miley felt somewhat intimidating at the moment; I was lying on the floor and she was standing above me with a hint of a smirk on her face. By contrast, Noelle didn’t look amused or smug in the slightest.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Miley,” she said. Addressing me, of course, since the real Miley had complicated everything by borrowing my name, “Alyssa is going to give you a diaper change. She’s going to do the whole thing herself, while I talk her through the parts she needs pointers on. Is that okay, Alyssa?”
“Sure!” Miley exclaimed, “How else am I supposed to learn?”
“Exactly,” Noelle nodded, “If you can handle doing this with a girl her age, I bet your first diaper change on the job will feel super easy.”
My lips parted, slightly in surprise and maybe to say something. Couldn’t I just take a shower? Or deal with another round of Noelle changing me? I was already too old for a babysitter to begin with, and especially too old for a girl Miley’s age to be treating me like a child.
“Don’t even think about whining, brat,” Miley said, calling me out simply by reading the transparent expression on my face, “You’re bad enough at school.”
“You heard her, Miley,” Noelle said, “Until you’re in clean diapers, Alyssa is your babysitter. Treat her like you would treat me, or there will be repercussions.”
This was all so unfair. It was Miley’s fault I was in wet diapers to begin with!! Even with all that water, I would have been fine if my bladder hadn’t been engaged in such a way. And now, she had spun it like she had only tried to help.
Stepping forward, fully smirking now that Noelle couldn’t see her face, Miley asked, “Can she call me ‘Ms. Alyssa?’ I’m considering doing that for my actual babysitting jobs. Maybe. Still kind of on the fence about it.”
“Hmm,” Noelle mused, “Miley just calls me by my name. But also, I get it. You’re a younger sitter, and that could be a good way for kids to understand that you’re the one in charge.” She glanced up in thought for a moment, then affirmed, “Sure, why not? Miley, you’re to address her as ‘Ms. Alyssa’ during your diaper change.”
“But-” I started to say, but cut myself off. It wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. If anything, it was just the insult to injury that made it so embarrassing.
That was enough for Miley to pounce on. “Shush!” she demanded, “You had your chance to be mature about your accident, brat. Now, what are you going to call me?”
Did I have to say it? Apparently so. A single glance towards Noelle told me that she intended on letting the real Miley run the show as a means of really letting whatever lesson this was sink in. Glancing away with a blush, I muttered, “Ms. Alyssa . . . ”
Miley fucking grinned at how well this was going for her. “That’s better. Now lift your skirt all the way up, unless you want me to take it off entirely.” With that, she knelt down in front of me, grabbing a towel for her bare knees. Like everyone else, she was dressed for the heat. Then, making sure to not be too mean or bossy in front of Noelle, she said, “Don’t worry, Miley. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be out of diapers by the time school starts up again!”
I reluctantly pulled my skirt up and out of the way, fully revealing the padded underwear to the amused younger girl. It was either that, or be bottomless for the impending experience. There was no getting out of this. Not with Noelle towering above me, between me and the door if I decided to bolt.
Shifting right back to stern babysitter mode, Miley said, “Now hold still, brat.” She leaned forward and began undoing the tape on the outer layer, which she commented on a few seconds later. “Oh! Is she wearing two?”
“Mm hmm,” Noelle said, “After her accident earlier, I don’t trust her in anything less.”
Miley’s eyes lit up for a moment, but she bit her tongue about whatever she was thinking. Instead, she took a quiet breath and replied, “Makes sense.” Then, addressing me again, she said, “I told you to hold still, brat. Did you hear me?”
I was holding still. Resisting the urge to scowl, I gave a small nod.
“Use your words, Miley,” she said.
My blush darkened as I muttered, “Yes . . . ” I didn’t realize what the girl was fishing for until she pressed for it.
“Yes, what?” Miley asked.
Right. She wanted to hear me speak to her in the degrading way, and I wasn’t going to be able to get out of it in my current situation. So I begrudgingly said, “Yes, Ms. Alyssa.”
She scoffed, pushing her luck slightly by saying, “No wonder you need summer school.”
Once again not taking things too far, since this was supposed to be about babysitting experience and not insulting a ‘classmate’ of hers beyond what she could get away with in this context, Miley undid the remaining tape on the outer layer and adjusted my legs slightly so it could fall open on the bathroom floor. That was the easy part. Not hesitating in the slightest, she continued with the wet diaper underneath, making short work of the tabs that had kept it flush with my body until now.
I winced as the padding flopped down more dramatically than the dry layer had, staring at the ceiling rather than in the direction of either of the two girls before me.
Clearly not phased by my exposure, Miley briefly commented on my ‘accident’ before asking Noelle how to most efficiently get me clean. Noelle informed her that a changing pad would be ideal, but I could just sit on a clean diaper as I was getting wiped down. “Actually,” Noelle said, “I’ll be right back. If we use a cloth diaper, we can toss it in the washer afterwards. Less wasteful than using a disposable one as a pad.”
Before I knew it, Noelle was stepping out of the bathroom. She left the door cracked behind her after hearing how quiet the main floor was, but still. The last thing I needed was to be left alone with Miley.
Sure enough, the second it was just the two of us, she smirked again and quietly asked, “Think I can get Noelle to spank you when she gets back?”
