Sierra rolled over, unconsciously sliding her thumb into her mouth and curling up a little tighter, cuddling with the blankets wrapped around her. "Come on," Robin said gently, giving her another small shake. "It's time to get up."

"Okay," Sierra sighed obediently, trying to sit up. She whimpered as the blanket tangled around her made it difficult, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes until Robin helped get her free, and then again as she sat on the corner of her bed and felt a damp squishiness in her diaper.

"What's wrong?" Robin asked.

"I-I had an accident," she confessed, staring up at Robin with watery eyes, afraid she was going to be mad.

"That's okay, sweetie," the woman reassured her, giving her a hug. "We know you need your diapers at night, it isn't a big deal. We'll work on that after we go home, okay?" Sierra nodded. "Can you find your swimsuit for me? You can change into that."

"Okay!" Sierra hopped off the bed, shuffling over to the bags of clothes and starting to sift through them, feeling very proud at first that she was being helpful, then quickly growing bored. "Are we going swimming?" she asked.

"Yes, we are," Robin answered. "I wish I would have thought to get you some goggles to wear over your glasses, but I forgot. Do you think you'll be all right without them for a bit?"

Sierra nodded. "Yeah! I don't even really need them!" she said without thinking, her magically altered mind not realizing that her mouth changed it to, "Yeah! I really, really need them!"

Robin looked at her, confused. "Well, you never wore them around me, so I thought..."

"I'll be fine!" Sierra chirped.

"All right," Robin sounded even more uncertain, but Sierra's interest in her quest had rekindled itself, sending her back into the bags of clothing.

After a few moments, she rose, victorious, holding a modest, childish bikini top, adorned with ruffles, bows, and Ariel. "Here!" she exclaimed, showing it to Robin.

"Good job!" Robin praised her. "Now, can you find the bottoms?"

"Oh, yeah," Sierra giggled at herself, hardly able to believe she hadn't thought of that herself. She looked down at the bags, already forgetting which one she'd just taken that from, since she'd made a bit of a mess of all of them in her search. She knelt back down and started digging again, though her excitement was quickly waning. It had taken her a long time just to find the top, she didn't really want to have to go through that all over again for the bottoms! She sighed, sitting down on her squishy bottom and looking half-heartedly through the clothes all over again.

After what felt like an eternity, Robin asked, "Still haven't found them?" Sierra shook her head, her thumb popping back into her mouth, afraid Robin would be mad. "Why don't you just wear these?" the woman suggested instead, holding up a package that Sierra proudly realized she could read as 'Little Swimmers' without her glasses. "Look, they have a little bow on the front, so they look like a swimsuit bottom, and they have Ariel, too, so they match!"

"Yeah!" Sierra nodded, staring at the picture on the package. "I'll wear those!"

"Such a good girl," Robin beamed, tearing open the package and pulling one out, handing it to Sierra. "Can you go get changed?"

Sierra frowned as she took the thing, not liking that it felt an awful lot like a diaper, but she'd already agreed to it, and the alternative was looking through the bags some more. "All right," she sighed, trudging off to the bathroom. She was glad she hadn't had a shirt on for her nap, since those could be hard to get off. Instead, she just slipped on the swimsuit top, beaming at herself for doing such a good job, although something didn't look quite right about it.

She looked downward, at her diaper, and poked at it. She wasn't sure she remembered how to change it, but she'd already agreed to get dressed, so she had to try. Clumsily, she pawed at the tapes, only to find they wouldn't budge. It took another couple tries before she remembered big, mean Samara, and that she'd done something to the diapers so Sierra couldn't get them off.

"Ohhh..." she whined, tugging at the diaper some more, tears starting to drip down her face. It wasn't fair! She already told Robin she could do it, but now she couldn't! She stomped her foot in frustration, annoyed that she wasn't able to prove that she was a big girl.

"Everything all right in there?" Robin called from the other side of the door. "Do you need some help?"

Despite having just had a demonstration that she couldn't say it, Sierra still found herself trying to shout, "No!" anyway, instead, just as enthusiastically yelling, "Yes!", then being surprised when Robin burst in.

"Having trouble with your diaper?" Robin asked. Sierra pouted for a few seconds, then gave in and nodded. Robin smiled, marching over to her and picking her up, setting her on the closed toilet seat. In no time, she grabbed for the tapes and ripped them open.

"I-I can handle it from here!" Sierra insisted, the magical fog instantly lifting from her mind, making her fully aware of how humiliating a situation she was in. Robin didn't listen, grabbing some baby wipes and starting to clean her up, lifting her down from the toilet to get her backside before pulling open the Little Swimmer.

Sierra paled at the sight of the thing. A couple minutes ago, it had felt babyish, but she'd been sure it looked like it belonged with her bikini top. Now, it was blindingly obvious exactly that this was a swim diaper, not an actual swimsuit. Her stomach churned at the very idea of walking out of the room in it, much less going all the way to the pool.

"Come on, just step in," Robin urged.

"C-Can I look for the bottoms some more?" Sierra asked, trying to slip past Robin.

Robin grabbed her, holding her in place. "We're already running late because you slept longer than I expected. You can look while I change, but you're still going in this in the meantime." Sierra tried to break free, but Robin just grabbed at her foot, forcing one of them up and then sliding the swim diaper onto it before switching to the other one, then pulling it up and into place. "There, that looks just fine!" she declared. "Now, go look if you're going to."

Sierra was scooted out the door, which Robin shut in her face. Sierra stared at it defiantly for a long moment before turning to the bags of clothes. She'd made quite a mess of them all, but if she was going to get out of here in anything other than a diaper, she'd have to search. She experimentally pulled at the Little Swimmer, and, to her surprise, unlike her normal diapers, she was able to move it, though without anything to replace it, she thought it was probably better to leave it on.

She sat down in the center of the bags, hurriedly flipping through childish outfit after childish outfit, searching for the bottoms, sure they had to be in there somewhere. It was only when she glanced up to see herself in the mirror that she realized that might not be true.

After seeing her reflection, she glanced down at herself, cheeks reddening at what she saw. Her chest had never been impressive, but Samara had put a spell on the training bras she'd had Robin buy her to shrink it down even smaller. It wasn't a huge surprise that she'd apparently done the same to the bikini top, because, to Sierra's horror, all traces of her breasts had sunken away, leaving her completely flat-chested. With that, and the swim diaper, she looked like a toddler sitting there, ready to go to the pool. It hardly seemed like a coincidence. Samara had probably never even given Robin the bottoms to buy. She'd probably wanted this to happen!

She felt even worse when the bathroom door opened and Robin stepped out in her own bikini. Sierra, still sitting on the floor, could only stare up at her for a few moments, stunned. Samara's stupid spell had left her flat-chested, in what was obviously a little kid's swimsuit and Little Swimmers. Robin, on the other hand, had on one of the skimpiest bikinis she'd ever seen, straining to contain her gorgeous body, far more voluptuous than Sierra would have ever expected. Then again, she'd seen nursery robots expand their breasts as they prepared to breastfeed. She wondered if Robin had done just that, since she was almost sure that, judging from the woman's last outfit, they hadn't been that big the last time she'd seen her.

"Did you find them?" she asked. Sierra couldn't even answer at first, until she asked again, "Sierra, do you have your bottoms?"

"S-Samara took them," she gulped.

"Your friend took part of your swimsuit?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have fit her."

"Sh-She..." Sierra's mind reeled as she tried to think of a way to phrase what she was saying that the spell on her braces wouldn't twist. "She 'forgot' to put them in your cart," she said finally.

"Sierra," Robin shook her head, bending down to pull Sierra to her feet, "you really need to learn to take responsibility for your own actions. I'm sure they're here, somewhere, in this mess, but if they aren't, you were at the store, too. If they were left behind, it wasn't just up to her to remember them." She pulled a pair of flip-flops from a pile of clothes and set them in front of Sierra. "Step in," she instructed, before turning towards Sierra's bed.

Sierra had been so taken aback by the sight of Robin in the bikini that she hadn't even noticed her carrying something out of the bathroom and setting it on the bed, but now, as she picked them up, she clearly saw the pair of pink water wings, matching the rest of her get-up with Ariel.

"I-I can swim!" Sierra protested.

"Not according to your friend," Robin told her, ignoring her and putting them on the girl. "And, quite honestly, I believe her over you at this point. I don't want you to get hurt." To be fair, Sierra had swum very rarely, and really wasn't very good at it at all.

"I look ridiculous!" Sierra whined, the image in the mirror now complete, showing her as a toddler heading to the pool for the first time, beside her mother, or maybe older sister.

"You look adorable," Robin countered. "Now, don't forget your purse, and let's go."

Sierra looked down at the silly, fuzzy bunny purse and blushed. Might as well complete the ensemble, though. Besides, her keycard was in there, so, if things got too bad, she could always use it to get back into the room. Robin might not like it, but having a touch of independence did make her feel very slightly better.

At least, until they got to the door, and Sierra realized she was really about to step out of the room like this. "Can I look just a little more?" she squeaked.

In answer, Robin grabbed her arm firmly, keeping her in front of her as they walked out of the room and through the hall, down through the lobby. Sierra struggled, realizing this was even worse than it would have been if she had gone along obediently. She couldn't hide behind Robin, hoping that her body would distract anyone from looking at what Sierra was wearing. Instead, she was the first thing anybody saw.

Robin finally let go of her once they were poolside, right by Chloe and her parents. Sierra could tell they all knew, instantly, what her bottoms were, and Chloe couldn't help giggling at the sight. Sierra also couldn't help but notice that the little girl didn't have water wings, which made her own feel even sillier.

"I'm so sorry we're late, somebody was a sleepyhead," Robin told the parents.

"It's no problem," Chloe's father smiled. "We just got here, too."

Robin sat down on a beach chair, taking Sierra's purse and setting it by her own bag before pulling the girl in closer to her, holding her against her bulging chest. "What are you doing?!" Sierra whined, blushing as she felt the robot's breasts against her back, reminding her of her own lack of them.

"We don't want you getting a sunburn, do we?" Robin asked, pulling out a tube of the stuff and starting to slather it on Sierra's body. "If you'd just woken up in time, we could have done this in the room."

Sierra was sure she could feel the eyes of everybody at the pool on her as Robin rubbed the sunscreen into her skin, though it didn't take her long to realize they were only looking at her because Robin was right behind her. She was still glad to be done, slipping away from Robin's grasp as quickly as she could.

"Do you want to be a big girl and help me?" Robin asked, offering the sunscreen. Sierra paled, looking from the tube up to Robin's mostly bare body. Robin had always looked more mature than her, but now, dressed like this, the differences were far greater, and Sierra didn't really want to invite any comparisons by spending any more time than she had to near the woman.

"I'll help," a deep voice offered, after Sierra had just stared for a few moments. Sierra turned to see a young man, probably around her age, the damp muscles in his bare chest rippling as he stood there, grinning. Her eyes widened as she tried to reach down and cover her diaper, only for the water wings to keep her arms up and out of the way, leaving the garment on full display.

"Run along," Robin dismissed Sierra, smiling up at the guy.

"Don't worry, kid, I have this under control," he told her, patting her on the head condescendingly.

"Come on, I can't go into the pool without you," Chloe sighed impatiently. Sierra nodded, still staring at the man, blushing at the evidence that he saw her as just another little kid, nowhere near an equal. Chloe took her hand when she moved too slowly, pulling her towards the shallow end of the pool. The water was a little colder than Sierra had expected, making her shiver a little as she stepped into it.

"Don't go any further than that without one of us!" Chloe's parents shouted.

Sierra briefly felt pleased, glad to see the actual child being treated as such, until Robin yelled, "That goes for you, too, Sierra! Don't go any deeper!"

"What do you mean?!" Sierra blushed. "I'm too big for the shallow end!" The water was barely up to her knees, keeping her from being able to hide her swim diaper under it, and making the water wings totally pointless.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Robin promised, before turning back to the guy helping her with her sunscreen. As Sierra watched, another equally young, equally hot dude wandered up as well.

Sierra blushed, looking around at her own surroundings to see that Chloe had splashed off to the other side of the pool. She didn't really like the little girl, but she felt less self-conscious with her around to distract people from her. Sierra headed towards her, only to see her head off in another direction.

"Go away!" Chloe hissed. "Everyone's gonna think I'm a baby, too, if they see me with you!"

Sierra gasped, stung that even this little six year old thought she was too grown-up to hang out with her, even on their playdate. Luckily, a few minutes later, Chloe's dad hopped in and took the girl into a deeper part of the pool, showing her how to swim. Sierra glanced back up at Robin's chair, hoping she'd see that and decide it was time to go, or at least to allow Sierra to follow. Instead, her following had grown, with her sitting in the middle of a whole group of hot guys, apparently paying no attention whatsoever to Sierra.

"Fine, then," Sierra said to herself. She was at least going to go in deep enough that her Little Swimmer wasn't so glaringly obvious.

As soon as she stepped closer to the deep end, however, Robin barked, "Sierra! What did I tell you?!"

Sierra squirmed, feeling the eyes of Robin and her companions all turn to her as she once again tried in vain to lower her arms enough to hide her diaper. "I-I'm fine!" she called back.

"Do you want another spanking, young lady?"

Sierra turned bright red. She couldn't answer the way she wanted, so, instead, she sloshed back to the shallow end until Robin turned her attention back away from her. She trudged over to the edge of the pool and sat down on it, dangling her feet into the water. If she couldn't go any deeper than that, this was just as good, and she felt a little less obvious sitting down, even if she was still certain everyone could tell instantly that she was in a diaper.

She kicked her feet back and forth, watching the waves she made spread it, before hearing a larger splash, and a much bigger ripple catch them. She glanced over, nearly gasping out loud when she saw the guy who had volunteered to help Robin with her sunscreen standing there beside her. She looked away quickly, assuming he'd just given up his pursuit and was about to head further into the pool, but he didn't move.

"Would you like a swimming lesson?" he asked after a moment.

Sierra gulped, glancing back towards him. She'd never had a boyfriend, and she really wasn't sure, if she had, this was the sort of guy she would go for, if it was even a guy she would want, but seeing him, standing there, abs fully exposed and glistening in the sunlight, she couldn't help feeling a little something. "I-I... ummm, I can swim," she said finally.

"Oh, then would you like to show me what you know?" he smiled, grabbing her under her arms and pulling her down into the water. "Don't worry," he told her, feeling her stiffen at his touch, "I won't let you drown."

Sierra glanced back at Robin, almost hoping she'd stop her again, but she didn't even seem to notice as he took her hand, leading her deeper into the pool. "All right, let's see what you've got!" he declared.

Sierra blushed, feeling silly about the thought of 'showing off' her rudimentary swimming skills, but it was hard to resist his smile. "O-Okay," she nodded, trying to get into position. Once he had pulled her far enough that her feet left the bottom of the pool, just barely, and the water wings began to make her float, it almost seemed like they were inflating further. Any attempts to use her arms the way she wanted were instantly thwarted. The wings were definitely keeping her afloat, bobbing straight up in the water, but, while she had them on, she was quickly realizing there was no way she could actually swim.

"Very impressive," he nodded after watching her splash around for a couple minutes. "How about we try this, though?" He reached down under the water, sliding a hand under her legs and another on her bare stomach, pulling them up through the water to bring them to the surface, rather than dangling underneath her floating arms. "Now, try kicking your legs," he suggested.

She did as she was told, her body lurching forward a few inches. She quivered, feeling him stay in the same place so that his strong hands felt like they were running down her legs and her tummy as she moved. "Good job!" he praised her. "Now, do you know how to use your arms, too?"

"Y-Yeah," she nodded. She did, but she had a feeling the water wings were going to make it very difficult to actually do it.

"Let's try that, then," he said. "Show me what you've got!"

Just as she'd thought, the inflatables around her arms kept them from being of any use, but she still moved forward a little further thanks to her legs, his hands moving again, this time brushing against the top of her swim diaper. Her throat went dry at the very thought of anybody touching her there, much less somebody who looked like him. The slight thrill that zapped through her body at that was quickly replaced by mortification, knowing that the touch would also make sure he knew, without a doubt, that it was a swim diaper, and not a regular, cloth bikini.

And, whether it was another spell, a return to reality, or just very unfortunate timing, she felt something else. She splashed in the water, groaning as she felt her tummy rumble ominously. She gasped, thinking back to all that oatmeal she'd eaten that morning, realizing it must be getting ready to make a reappearance. She turned, whimpering as she realized her bottom was facing up, right where the guy, and anyone else, could see it.

"That's a good start," he told her. "How about we give it another shot?"

"No," she whimpered without thinking, coming out as a, "Yes." She tried to splash away, but he just pulled her in closer, his hand sliding across her swim diaper, likely without him even thinking about it.

"I-I wanna get out," she gulped, feeling the pressure in her belly grow.

"Just give it one more try," he countered. "You can do it!"

Starting to panic, she gave in, her splashes growing even wilder and less like swimming strokes than the first time, before whining, "I want out!"

"All right," he agreed, guiding her over to the edge of the pool and helping her onto the edge. She quickly scrambled to her feet, trying to get his hands away from her, though that did nothing to soothe the fullness she was already feeling. "You did a good job," he said. "Now, can you do me a favor? Can you tell your step-mommy how good I am with kids?" he winked.

Sierra froze, cheeks burning as she realized that whole thing had nothing to do with her, that he'd just been trying to use her to get into Robin's good graces. Her first impressions, as he'd patted her on the head, had been right. He didn't see her as anything more than a little girl.

Without answering, she scurried away from the edge of the pool, back towards the beach chair Robin was sitting on. Her pace slowed as she got closer, seeing all the guys sitting and standing around, not wanting any of them to see her. She shuffled her feet, hoping Robin would notice her and figure out what was wrong so she wouldn't have to say it out loud.

After a few long moments, it became clear Robin was too preoccupied to care. Sierra whimpered, desperate not to mess herself, especially not out here. She glanced back towards the hotel, then remembered that morning. There was a bathroom in the lobby! Surely she could get there and back before Robin noticed she was missing!

She gave the woman one final glance, then scurried out of the pool area, towards the front entrance of the hotel. As much attention as she'd thought she'd gotten being pushed along by Robin, she felt like she got even more running around on her own. She was sure the clerk was staring at her as she stepped through the door, and she narrowly avoided being spotted by the young maid who she'd had to apologize to for wetting her bed, wearing a different pair of pants today, though they seemed just as tight and revealing, and nobody seemed to have made her button up her uniform shirt and more yet, either.

She didn't even make it to the bathroom before she saw that it was no good, although she still walked up to it, hoping the maintenance sign sitting in the middle of the propped-open door would somehow disappear. She could see people working inside, and almost considered asking if she could interrupt for just a minute. If she'd been wearing anything else, maybe, but with nothing over her diaper, she just felt too ridiculous.

She stood there for a minute or two, wondering what she should do, wincing as the cramps continued to come, making her want to wrap her arms around her stomach, though the water wings made sure she couldn't. She was just going to have to ask Robin to take her to the bathroom after all, and hope she could do it quietly and calmly enough not to draw too much attention to herself. If only she could get into their room on her own, she could just use the bathroom there and...

A smile began to cross her face as she glanced over at the check in desk, and the clerk behind it. She could get into the room on her own, actually. She had her own key, and it was tucked firmly away in her purse. They'd only given it to her so she could feel more 'grown-up', but it was actually about to come in very handy.

She dashed back out to the pool, having to slow down as she got closer and a lifeguard yelled at her, "No running near the pool!" For a moment, she thought the jig was up, as it seemed like everybody turned to see who was breaking the rules, but, fortunately, Robin wasn't distracted from her admirers.

As Sierra got closer to the chair Robin was sitting in, she slowed down even further, then got down on her hands and knees. She almost immediately regretted that, as her tummy gave a little push as she got into position and she had to sit quickly, wrinkling her nose as she felt a mushy smear under her backside, but, luckily, that was all. Carefully, she leaned forward again, reaching under the chair for her bunny purse, not wanting to attract any attention as she snagged it and slowly pulled it out, towards herself.

She froze as the conversation above her paused, sure she'd been spotted, but, a moment later, they all burst out laughing, giving her the perfect chance to yank the purse the rest of the way out and scramble back to her feet. She shuffled as fast as she dared back towards the hotel, clumsily opening the purse and grabbing for her keycard even before she reached the elevator, slipping in and desperately waling on the 'Close Door' button, not wanting anyone else to get in with her.

Her luck continued to hold as the doors slid shut before anyone else could approach, and opened again on an empty floor. She nearly tripped over her own feet, running for her door, feeling a huge sense of relief and accomplishment that she was, finally, going to be able to use the bathroom on her own. She'd taken that for granted for so long, but so far, during this vacation, that was a very rare thing.

She reached up, slid the card through the reader, ready to burst in and into the bathroom, only for the light to blink red instead of green. She frowned and tried it again, with the same result. She stared up at the room number, wondering for a moment if she was remembering it wrong. She was used to seeing it with her glasses on now, which meant they were usually nonsense, but she was certain those were the same numbers she'd seen that first day. Just in case, she moved to the next door and tried it, and then the next.

She gasped, a cramp forcing her to stop in the middle of the hall, hands just barely reaching her knees as she bent forward, trying to relieve the pressure without letting out anything else. This couldn't be happening! She was so close! When the danger had passed, she returned back to the first door she'd tried, positive it had to be the right one. She gave the keycard a look, hoping it would have a number on it, something to confirm her suspicion, but it was blank. Maybe, she thought suddenly, completely blank. Had the clerk just given her an un-programmed key card to make her feel more grown-up?

As she slid the card through the door she was now positive was hers one more time, she became certain. She'd honestly felt a little better, having the thing, thinking she could use it to go out on her own if she wanted to. It had done its job perfectly, until now, when she actually needed it. She stared up at the door, the number wavering as tears began to fill her eyes. It just wasn't fair! She pouted, slamming her fists against the door, trying to will it to open.

One, final cramp hit her, and, to her horror, she felt her body give in, pushing a huge, soft, mushy mass into the seat of her pants. She felt the diaper balloon outwards, making sure nobody could possibly mistake what had happened, since she had nothing on over the thing. She whimpered, totally helpless to stop herself from completely filling her pants.

She stood there, stunned, for a minute or two, unsure what she was possibly going to do about this. She still couldn't get into her room to change, and facing Robin would be even more humiliating now! She squirmed, wrinkling her nose as she felt the mush shift and squelch in her diaper.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the elevator ding, and the doors begin to open. She desperately looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide, but it was just a long, straight hallway, full of doors she couldn't get in.

"What are you doing here?" the young maid Sierra had just avoided in the lobby asked, bending down. "Where's your... Uh-oh!" Sierra wanted to sink through the floor as she saw the girl's expression change, making it obvious she knew what had happened, even before she reached out, giving Sierra's diaper a firm pat. "Did you have an accident?"

Sierra nodded sheepishly, since there was no point in denying it, even if she could. "M-My key is broken," she held up her keycard, hoping the girl would take pity on her and let her in.

"Where's your Mommy, cutie?" the maid asked, before looking Sierra up and down. "Were you swimming?"

Sierra nodded again. "Yeah, but can you..."

The maid took her hand, leaving her cart and leading Sierra back into the elevator. "Your Mommy must be worried sick, you know that, don't you? You're much too little to be running around on your own!"

Sierra stared desperately out the elevator doors, towards the hotel room where she knew there were plenty of other Little Swimmers she could change into. "C-Can I just change first?" she begged.

"I'd be happy to help you with that, but I want your Mommy to know you're okay first," the girl said, while Sierra watched the elevator doors slowly close on her hope of making her meeting with Robin a little less humiliating. "You really are quite the little handful, aren't you? But you are pretty adorable in that swimsuit," she tickled Sierra's exposed tummy, making her giggle, despite her dark mood.

Sierra tried harder to pull away from the maid's grip as they headed for the pool, whining, "Please! Mommy's gonna be so mad!" Nothing phased the girl, however, or kept her from marching up to Robin.

"There you are!" Robin grabbed Sierra by the shoulders, pulling her around, in full view of Robin's admirers. "Where have you been, young lady?!" She gave a loud, dramatic sniff and asked, "And what have you done?!" She spun Sierra around, letting her see all the hot guys while Robin tugged at the back of her diaper to check her. "Sierra! Why didn't you come get me?!"

"I... Um..." Sierra squirmed.

"I know I told you not to hold it so long, but I'm sure you know this wasn't what I meant!" she scolded. "If you want me to think you don't need your diapers, this isn't the way to do it!" She shook her head. "And then to run off without telling me! I'm very disappointed in you, young lady. I just can't do anything with you, can I?"

Before Sierra could answer, Robin turned to the maid. "You mentioned you were available for babysitting after your shifts here?" The girl nodded eagerly. "Consider yourself hired for the rest of the week. Don't worry, it should be nice and easy. She has a very, very early bedtime, and if I hear she's been misbehaving, she'll regret it the next morning... But not nearly as much as she will when she gets home. Your Daddy is not going to be happy about this, young lady!"

Sierra gulped, knowing that Robin was right. With all the stories Robin now had to tell him, he wasn't going to be pleased at all. And, even if the spell on her braces wore off by then, she wouldn't really be able to deny them. She could try to tell him the truth, but even that would probably just sound like more excuses to try to get herself out of trouble.

"I'm working on your floor anyway," the maid said. "Would you like me to change her for you?"

"Please do," Robin told her. "Put her in a regular diaper, then put her down for another nap. And you," she turned to Sierra, "stay in that bed until I come up, or your spanking will be twice as long."

Sierra nodded obediently, bashfully taking her new babysitter's hand and following her back to her room. What other choice did she have? Robin's tone made it obvious that a spanking was inevitable, so, at this point, all she could do was hope to keep it as short and gentle as possible, by being the good baby girl that she wanted her to be.