Accidents

© 2004 by SamPast

 

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented.  Any resemblance to any real person is coincidental and unintended.

 

This story depicts the spanking of children in a loving parental context.  It also depicts the use of diapers by characters older than usual.  It should not be read by anyone distressed by or unwilling to read such content.  This story, while not sexually explicit, is intended for an adult audience.

 

This story is protected by copyright.  Readers may make one archive copy for their personal use only.  Any other copying, or any reposting or republication, may be done only with the explicit permission of the author.

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Allie was asleep.  Or she should have been asleep.  Suddenly she jumped up and screamed.  Daddy came running in.  “Allie, what’s wrong?”

 

“I had a bad dream, Daddy,” she said, hysterically crying.

 

Daddy came over.  “Oh, it’s okay, baby, it was just a dream.  Daddy’s here.”  He tried to pull Allie close to him, but she pushed him away.

 

“Daddy, I wet my bed!” she wailed.

 

Daddy was sympathetic.  “Oh, honey, it’s okay.  Come, we’ll change you.”

 

Mommy came in and helped Allie change, while Daddy changed the sheets.  Allie was mortified. After all, she was 9 years old, too big for this kind of thing.  When everything was all clean and dry, she climbed back into bed, under the covers.

 

Mommy kissed her cheek, gave her a hug and went back to bed.  Daddy sat on the bed next to Allie and held her hand.  “Daddy? Are you angry with me?”

 

“No, honey, of course not.  It was just an accident.  Why don’t you try to get some sleep now?”

 

Allie did just that; she turned over and fell fast asleep.  In the morning, Daddy came in to wake her for camp.  She didn’t have to get up nearly as early as she did for school.  “Rise and shine!” Daddy called, pulling open the shades.

 

Allie blinked and looked at Daddy.  “I’m sleepy, I don’t want to get up.”

 

“It’s time to get up, baby, come on.”

That night Allie went to visit her grandpa.  He lived just a few towns away and she could see him whenever she wanted.  They were very close.  Grandpa always had a smile for Allie and a snuggle.  They got pizza and rented a movie.  It was a Disney classic.  After the movie, Grandpa said, “C’mon, I’ll give you a bubble bath and then I’ll braid your hair.”

 

Allie smiled.  She loved that.  Home was always so busy, and here she got one on one attention.  Allie watched Grandpa run the bath and pour the bubbles in.  She took off her shorts, t-shirt, panties, and socks, and put them in her bag.  Then she came in.

 

“Hop in, Allie-cat.”

 

Allie beamed.  That was Grandpa’s special nickname for her, and she loved it!  Allie got right into the tub.  Grandpa smiled as he watched her play with the bubbles.  He took the washcloth and washed her body all over.  Allie didn’t mind being babied, even if she was nine years old.  When she was with her grandpa, she was ageless.

 

Grandpa washed her bottom and said jokingly, “Were you a good girl today, Allison?”

 

Allie nodded.  “Yes, sir,” she said smiling.

 

“Well then maybe you can have a good girl spanking tonight.”

 

Smiling, Allie picked up some bath toys and started to play with them.  Allie was usually very well behaved and didn’t need punishment spankings, but every once in a while, Grandpa gave her a good girl spanking and it was nice for some reason.  Allie wasn’t sure why.  She thought maybe it was because it was a way for Grandpa to show her he loved her.  Even though Allie already knew that.  Grandpa washed Allie’s hair and didn’t get a drop of soap in her eyes.

 

After pulling the drain, Allie stood up.  Grandpa wrapped her in a big, warm fluffy towel.  “Ahhhh,” she said, letting Grandpa towel her dry.  They walked into the room that was hers when she was there.

 

“Go find panties and the pajamas you want, honey.”

 

Allie wrinkled her brow and thought of something.  She looked over at Grandpa.  “Grandpa? Can I ask you a question?”

 

“Sure, Allie-cat, you know you can ask me anything, anytime.”

 

“Well, uh,” she started but then stopped.  Mommy and Daddy knew but did Allie dare tell Grandpa?  She had wanted to for a long time, but could never bring herself to ask.

 

“What is it, honey? Just tell me,” Grandpa said sweetly, looking adoringly into his granddaughter’s eyes.  He was beginning to worry that something was wrong.

 

“Well it’s just that, um, sometimes I want, uh,” Allie stopped.  She was so scared to tell her grandfather that she wanted to be treated like a baby.  He would laugh at her or make fun of her, and their special relationship would be ruined.

 

Grandpa pulled Allie onto the bed in front of him, still wrapped in the towel.  He grabbed her hairbrush off the night table and started brushing out her hair.  It felt so good.  And it was good that she wouldn’t have any knots or tangles in her long hair.  “You can tell me anything, Allie-cat, so out with it.”

 

“Well, Grandpa, um, sometimes, well sometimes I like to be treated like a baby.”  There.  It was out.  She had said it.  She hoped she didn’t live to regret it.  Maybe Grandpa would start acting differently around her.  Allie hoped not.

 

Grandpa just continued brushing out Allie’s hair.  “Can you explain how you mean, honey?” Grandpa asked gently.

 

Allie looked up at Grandpa.  He wasn’t frowning; he was smiling.  She took a deep breath and said, “Well, Grandpa, sometimes I like wearing a diaper to bed.”

 

“I see,” was all he said.  Allie held her breath.  She was getting so scared and worried.  She started to cry.  “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have told you.  I’m sorry, Grandpa.”

 

“There, there, honey, it’s okay,” Grandpa said, pulling Allie around to face him.  “I’m not upset or angry.  It’s fine, Allie-cat.”

 

Allie looked up incredulously.  “Really? You don’t think I’m just a big baby?”

 

Grandpa shook his head.  “No, I don’t.  If you want to wear a diaper, then I’ll put you in one, all right?”

 

Allie nodded.  She didn’t know it could be that easy.  Allie stood up, and clutched the towel around her.  She went over to her suitcase and pulled a diaper out of it.  She had been carrying them in her bags the last few times she visited, hoping to get up enough courage to tell Grandpa that it was what she wanted.  She took out her new blue, horse pjs too and handed it all to Grandpa without saying a word.

 

Grandpa took the proffered things from his granddaughter and smiled.  He slipped the pajama shirt over her head.  Then he patted the bed.  “Come here, baby.”  Allie went right over and climbed up on the bed.  Grandpa laid her down on her back.  “Wait, I’ll be right back,” he told her.

 

When Grandpa came back, he was holding two things.  One was a container of powder, the other a wooden spoon.  Allie’s eyes widened when she saw it.  She started to protest, “I was good, Grandpa!”

 

“I know, honey,” he told her.  “This is for your good girl spanking.”

 

Allie was surprised.  Grandpa had never used any implements on her for a good girl spanking before.  But then again, he had never diapered her before either.  Allie decided to see what would happen.

 

Grandpa lifted Allie’s legs, picked up the spoon, and swatted her bottom with it, in the diaper position.  {Whack! Whack!}

 

“Owwwwww!” she cried out.

 

“Oh, come on, Allison Michelle, that didn’t hurt,” he said.

 

{Whack! Whack!} {Whack! Whack!} {Whack! Whack!}

 

Allie started to cry.  What did he know? It did hurt.  But that was it.  Grandpa had used the spoon on each cheek four times.  He then put the spoon down and rubbed the little girl’s bottom.  “Okay, babygirl, it’s all over now.”  He leaned down and kissed Allie’s face, and wiped the tears away with his fingers.

 

Grandpa then slid the diaper under his granddaughter’s bottom.  Allie smiled despite herself; she couldn’t help it.  She loved the feel of a diaper under her bottom.  Grandpa opened up the powder and sprinkled some in.  Then he closed up the diaper and put the horse pj bottoms on.  “There you go, honey, you’re all set.”

 

Allie put her arms around Grandpa’s neck and squeezed tight.  “Thank you, Grandpa,” she practically screamed. 

 

“You all ready for bed now, honey?” he asked gently.

 

Allie nodded but then got a strange look on her face.  She looked over at Grandpa and frowned.  “What is it, Allie-cat?”

 

She bit her lip and looked at the floor.  Then she looked up at her grandpa.  “I forgot to go potty before you diapered me, sir,” she said softly.

 

Grandpa knew exactly what his granddaughter meant by this and he smiled again.  He knew that part was his fault.  He usually always made her use the bathroom before she went to bed.  In all the excitement, he forgot.  He said to Allie, “It’s okay, honey, you can use the diaper and then I’ll change you again.”

 

Allie stared at him.  “Really?” she asked.  When Grandpa nodded, Allie concentrated.  Grandpa watched her as she peed freely into the diaper.  She must have really had to go because it seemed as though she went for a very long time.

 

“All done, honey? Want me to change you now?” Grandpa asked.

 

“Yes, sir, I,” but then Allie stopped.  She had a new look on her face.  She looked at Grandpa again.  “Uh oh,” she said.  “I um, have to,” she started but then stopped.  Her grandpa became concerned again.  He couldn’t read her face…didn’t know what was wrong.  “Grandpa, I need to go poop!” she said suddenly.

 

But Grandpa just smiled again. “It’s okay, honey, you can do that too.”

 

Allie didn’t mean to press her luck.  Could she really use the diaper to poop into? She was nine years old.  Wetting it was one thing, but that?  She looked over at him again to make certain he was allowing it.  He nodded.

 

Allie concentrated.  Her whole face wrinkled up in concentration, and she made a grunt.  She kind of squeezed and looked away.  This was kind of embarrassing.  Grandpa watched his granddaughter with interest.  All of a sudden her whole face relaxed, and stopped turning purple.

 

Allie had done it.  She had made a poop into the diaper.  She felt a little better now.  She wasn’t sure why it had come on all of a sudden.  Usually she knew she had to do that for a while before it came out.  Enough time anyway, to run to the bathroom.  

 

“Are you finished, honey?” Grandpa asked.

 

Allie shook her head.  “No, Grandpa, not yet.”

 

“Okay, baby, take your time.”

 

Allie squeezed again and filled her diaper.  It was a feeling she couldn’t describe.  She liked it yet was mortified by it.  She didn’t know what to do about it.  Finally after a few more minutes, Allie went over to Grandpa and said, “I’m done now, sir.”

 

 

A few weeks later, Allie was back at Grandpa’s, having a special weekend.  He was in the kitchen cooking a nice dinner and she was watching television.  It was Scooby-Doo and Allie loved Scooby.  She was very ‘into’ her show.  Grandpa peeked around the corner of the room a few times and smiled as he watched her.  He loved her so much he could just sit and watch her doing nothing sometimes.  Allie laughed out loud at something that Shaggy said and Grandpa shook his head, smiling.  He then went back to making dinner.

 

A little while later, Allie came into the kitchen.  Well actually she peeked her head in.  “Grandpa?” she asked a little uncertainly.

 

Grandpa looked up from the vegetables he was chopping and smiled at Allie.  “Yes, honey?”

 

“Um, something happened,” she told him, biting her lip.

 

Grandpa knew that she did that when she didn’t want to tell him something.  Her mother had done the same thing when she was a little girl.  Grandpa knew that look well.  “What happened, honey?”

 

Allie came all the way into the room now so that Grandpa could see her.  She looked at the floor and mumbled, “My pants kinda got wet.”

 

Grandpa looked and sure enough there was a stain on the outside of her shorts.  He frowned; Allie was way too big to be having accidents.  “How did that happen, Allison?” he asked wearingly.

 

“Well, ummm, I didn’t realize I had to go so bad.  The show was almost over, and umm, uh,” Allie stopped.  She didn’t want to lie.  She knew lying was a big no no. 

 

“Was this an accident, honey?”

 

Allie nodded.  She could say it was, even if it wasn’t exactly true.  As soon as she nodded, she looked at the floor again.

 

Grandpa took Allie’s hand and led her into the bathroom.  “Well, let’s get you out of those wet things.  I’ll give you a quick shower and get you into some clean clothes.  Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me exactly what happened.”

 

Allie let Grandpa undress her as if she were a little girl.  He gently put her inside the shower stall and turned on the water.  It was a fast shower, and Allie thought in her head how to explain things.  She didn’t want to be in trouble, not on her special weekend trip to Grandpa’s house.

 

Once she was wrapped in a nice warm dry towel, Grandpa led Allie into her bedroom.  He sat her on the bed and looked into her eyes.  “Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened, Allison?”

 

The use of her full name was not good.  Allie had a feeling Grandpa did not believe this was an accident.  She decided that the truth was always best, so she told him, “I was watching my show and I needed to pee.  I didn’t want to miss anything, and I thought I could hold it in, Grandpa.  I guess I couldn’t hold it, because when I finally got up to go, it just came out.  In my pants,” she added.

 

Grandpa nodded.  “I thought it was something like that, young lady.  You know that’s not really an accident, right?”

 

Allie didn’t nod or shake her head; she just stared at Grandpa.  She had a feeling she was in for a spanking.  “I’m sorry, Grandpa.  I thought I could hold it.”

 

“Well now you know better, don’t you, young lady?” he said, scoldingly.  Allie knew ‘young lady’ was not much better than a full name.  Grandpa pulled a t-shirt out of Allie’s bag and slipped it over her head.  He went to hang the towel up.  When he came back, he sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her in front of him.

 

“First of all, little girl, no TV show is more important than your health.  And it is physically impossible to hold in urine indefinitely.  Eventually it will have to come out.  If you try to hold it in, you can mess up your bladder.  You don’t want to get very sick, do you?”

 

“No, sir,” Allie said sadly.

 

“I didn’t think so.  Furthermore, you are not a baby; you are not three years old.  You know better than to not use the bathroom when you first show signs of having to go.  For that, I am going to spank you, understand me?”

 

Allie let a tear slip out.  She was sad that she had disappointed her grandfather.  “Yes, Grandpa.”

 

Grandpa sighed.  He then picked up the little girl and placed him over his lap.  He raised his hand high and brought it down on her bottom over and over again.  {Smack! Smack!}   {Smack! Smack!}   {Smack! Smack!}

 

“Owwwwwwww!” Allie cried.  She knew this wasn’t the hardest spanking she had ever gotten, but it had been a while since she’d had one, and it hurt.  She reached her hand back, but Grandpa pushed it out of the way.  “Oh no, you don’t.”

 

{Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}

{Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}

 

“Owwwww!  I’m sorrrrry!”

 

“You are TOO BIG for this, Allison, and you know it!” Grandpa scolded.

 

“Yes, sir, it won’t happen again. I’m sorry,” she said, sobbing.

 

Grandpa finished up with several swats to her sitspot. {Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}  {Smack! Smack!}  Then he let her up.

 

Allie stood there rubbing her bottom, tears falling down her face.  She looked up into her Grandpa’s eyes and sniffled.  “I’m sorry,” she repeated, in a sad, little girl voice.

 

“Awww, baby, it’s okay, Grandpa forgives you.”  He pulled her up onto his lap then, and let her cry over his shoulder.  He rubbed her back and bottom.  “I know this won’t happen anymore.  Right, Allie-cat?”

 

Allie smiled, despite her tears, and nodded.  Grandpa snuggled her until she stopped crying and had calmed down.  He set her down on the floor and stood up.  Allie went over to her bag and pulled out a pair of panties and shorts to match the t-shirt.  She brought them over to the bed and started to put them on.

 

Meanwhile, Grandpa had left the room.  He came back now with a diaper in one hand and powder in the other.  “Allison, lay on the bed, please,” he said sternly when he saw her about to put the panties on.

 

Allie looked up at what her grandpa held in his hands.  “Why do I need that, Grandpa? Am I going to sleep now?”  Grandpa had been diapering Allie for bed ever since that night she had told him she liked wearing diapers to bed.

 

“No, honey.  You’re wearing one to be punished.”

 

Allie didn’t understand and told him so.  “What do you mean?” she asked, climbing up on the bed as he had asked her to.  She lay on her back, but pulled her bottom up.  “Ouch,” she said as her bottom touched the bed.  It was red and very sore.

 

Grandpa sat down again on the edge of the bed.  He lifted his granddaughter's legs and slid the diaper underneath.  Allie had to smile because even with a sore bottom, she did like the feeling of the diaper.  She didn’t know why.

 

“You are to wear this for the rest of the evening, honey.  But you are not to use it.  Do you understand?”

 

“How come?” Allie asked.  Whenever Mommy and Daddy let her wear diapers, she had been allowed to use them.  After all, wasn’t that what they were for?

 

“It’s to teach you about control.  You will let me know whenever you need to use the bathroom and I will take you.  Then later when I tuck you in for bed, you can have your diaper to use, and your punishment will be over.  Understand, Allie-cat?”

 

Allie nodded. She wasn’t sure she understood, but Grandpa had called her her special nickname and he only did that when she was completely forgiven. 

 

 

The End?