"I'm sorry, Daddy," Sierra sniffled, squirming on her bed in her soggy diaper, feeling the drool dripping down onto her chest, Robin watching over her like a hawk. It was bad enough, having to sit there and listen to the woman tattling on everything that had happened to her father, but having to actually speak to him herself afterwards was far worse.

"I'm going to give you once chance, young lady," he told her sternly. "What do you have to say for yourself? Messing your diaper in public, throwing a tantrum, humiliating your future step-mother..."

"I-I'm sorry!" Sierra pouted, wishing she could say directly that it wasn't her fault, or at least that she have some privacy to explain things without mentioning magic in front of Robin. She turned away from the woman, though she knew that didn't actually put any more distance between what she was saying and Robin's ears. "That girl Robin said was so nice was from my school, you understand? And she used what she learned there to make me do this!"

That was, unfortunately, the exact wrong thing to say. "So, you won't even take responsibility for your own actions?" he sighed. "And, speaking of school what's this about you not graduating? You told me the ceremony was only for magical families, so I wasn't allowed to be there. Tell me the truth, yes or no, did you actually graduate?"

Sierra couldn't have said no even if she wanted to, but her, "Y-Yes," was very quiet and uncertain.

"Oh, Sierra." Even over the phone, she could tell he was shaking his head. "I thought I raised you better than this. I called your school, and they told me the truth. I thought I could trust you to at least do the same. I am very disappointed in you, young lady. You had better believe that spanking I promised you before is still coming when you get home, but I've also gone through your dresser and taken all of your underwear. You will be staying in those diapers until Robin tells me you're ready. And I opened your luggage and took your wand out, and you won't be getting that back until then, either."

"Daddy!" Sierra gasped. "I-I need that!" This couldn't be happening! Without her wand to at least try to dispel them, who knew how long all these spells would last?! She looked down at herself, and the wet patch that was forming down her front because she didn't have her pacifier in her mouth, and reminded herself that was the least of her worries when it came to spells. "Daddy, please!"

"No, Sierra," he told her. "If you can't even be trusted in Pull-Ups, much less actual underwear, I can't trust you with that much power. We'll talk about what we're going to do about your education once you get home. I certainly don't think I can leave you home alone, and I won't be sending you away to school again anytime soon. You're going to be staying where I can keep an eye on you. I might see if any preschools would take you for a while, since that's where you apparently belong, but if not, we may send you through real high school, so you can learn some real world skills."

"Daaaddy!" Sierra kicked her legs helplessly. There was no way he could make her go to preschool! But, on the other hand, high school was probably even worse, at least as she was now. These braces, glasses, and diapers were enough to ensure she was bullied, but if anyone ever found out how old she really was, she would never live it down!

"We'll talk about it when you two get home," he said. "By which I mean, Robin and I will talk about it. You've lost the right to have any say in it."

Robin gave Sierra a little time for everything to sink in after Sierra's dad made her hand the phone back, and the girl sat there on her bed, stunned, sucking on her pacifier. Finally, though, the woman spoke up. "Now, we have to talk, young lady." She sat down on the bed next to her. "I'm going out this afternoon, and every other afternoon for the rest of the week. Just because you can't behave yourself doesn't mean I don't deserve to have a nice vacation. Your babysitter is going to be here soon, and I want you to be a well behaved little girl for her, because she has full permission to punish you however she sees fit. We won't worry about it today, since you've already done it, but I expect you to make your poopy diapers by this time every day, or I'll be giving you an enema, so your nice babysitter doesn't have to deal with that. And no amount of puppy dog eyes are going to change my mind like they did this morning!"

Sierra really didn't think an enema was going to solve that problem, given the hex Samara had just added, plus, she unfortunately already knew the maid was capable of handling messy diapers, although she would prefer not to have any more changed by her, either. Really, that wasn't the main thing on Sierra's mind at the moment, however.

"Why did you have to get my dad involved?" she sniffed, staring up at the robot angrily, removing her pacifier and holding it in one hand. "Just take me back to your stupid dimension and leave him out of it! You might as well at this point anyway, you have me right where you want me!"

Robin stared down at her curiously, looking genuinely confused. "What are you talking about, Sierra? Are you feeling okay?" She pressed her hand to Sierra's forehead. "Do I need to take your temperature?"

Without thinking, Sierra tried to blurt out, "No!", but, of course, it came out, "Yes!" So, when her babysitter knocked on the door, Sierra was lying on her bed on a dry, open diaper, a thermometer sticking out of her bottom, squirming, blushing, and really wondering if she'd been wrong. Was Robin just a normal woman who, in a strange coincidence, happened to look like that robot after al? It seemed like she'd been gunning to get Sierra in diapers from the start, but, looking back, Sierra realized she hadn't really helped things herself. Was this all really her own fault? If she'd just done things a little differently, could she still be in panties, and her own clothes, getting ready to go do whatever Robin had planned for the rest of the day?

"She's fine," Robin reassured the sitter, after plucking the thermometer from the girl's backside and examining it. "Just fussy, I suppose. I'd like her to be in bed by 7:30, at the latest, but feel free to make it earlier if you think she needs it. I won't be back for quite a while after that, but I do need you to stay here and make sure she stays in bed. You can feel free to have friends up to keep you company, or whatever you'd like, as long as you keep it down so she can sleep."

"7:30!" Sierra squeaked.

"You're right," Robin glared at her. "7 on the dot would be better."

Sierra kept quiet, not wanting to push it back any further. "No problem!" the sitter chirped. "I'll take great care of her! You go ahead and get out of here, I'll diaper her back up! Go have fun!"

Robin didn't have to be told twice. In no time, she was gone, leaving Sierra with her new babysitter. Sierra stared up at the redhead with a gulp, feeling suddenly much more conscious of the other girl. She wasn't wearing the uniform Sierra was used to seeing her and the other maids in, but rather a tiny dress, barely longer than the ones Sierra's wardrobe was made up of, though this girl obviously didn't have to worry about flashing a diaper if she moved wrong. They looked much different on her than on Sierra, not least of all because of the girl's large chest, especially compared to Sierra's nearly flat one. Sierra became even more aware of the difference as the girl leaned over her with a smile. "Hi, there, cutie. My name is Emily, and I'm going to be taking care of you. So, shall we get you all diapered up?"

"I-I can wear big girl panties," Sierra suggested, since she couldn't come right out and say no.

"That's cute," the girl giggled, tapping Sierra on the nose. "But where would you get them? Your Mommy told me about your little adventure this morning, so I know you don't have any."

"O-Oh, she did?" Sierra blushed.

"Yep," Emily nodded. "Aww, don't be embarrassed, sweetie... When I was your age, I had some bedwetting problems, so I understand what it's like. I'm sure by the time you get to be a big girl like me, these will be a distant memory!" She gave the diaper under Sierra a crinkly pat.

Sierra knew the girl meant that to be comforting, but, really it just made her feel more humiliated. She was definitely older than Emily, and she hated to think that the sitter not only didn't realize that, but saw her as significantly younger. Sierra had already been her age, a year or two earlier, and it was true that her problems hadn't been nearly as bad then, though they weren't completely non-existent.

"Tell you what," the redhead told her, "why don't we put you in one of these instead?" She bypassed the regular diaper, even though Sierra was already laying on it, and grabbed one of her swim diapers instead. Sierra was all for that, seeing as they were much thinner, and far less inundated with curses, although she was less happy when the sitter followed it up with the 'matching' tankini, and even less so when Emily slipped out of her own dress, revealing a skimpy bikini underneath.

"There's no need for you to stay cooped up in your room all day!" the girl exclaimed. "Let's go swim, okay?"

"Umm..." The prospect of going out with her swim diaper fully visible didn't seem any more appealing today than it had the day before. Maybe even less, now that she was with a younger, hotter companion, to make Sierra look even more immature by comparison. "I'm okay with staying here."

Emily's mind already seemed made up, however. "A little sun will do you some good!" she exclaimed, and after sunscreen, water wings, and flip-flops had all been applied to Sierra, they were off, Sierra anxiously wiping her mouth every few seconds to keep from drooling all over herself, since Emily had told her she couldn't swim with her pacifier and taken it away.

It didn't take long at all for Sierra to discover her sitter's real motivation for coming to the pool, as she dragged her charge over to one of the lifeguard chairs. Sierra glanced up, her face turning red and her stomach twisting as she saw the guy who'd given her the little swimming lesson the day before.

"Hi, Jake," Emily waved. "Here's that little girl I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course!" Jake hopped down, smiling down at Sierra, who had frozen at the sight of him, until she realized she was openly drooling again. "We already had one lesson, didn't we?" he winked at her. Sierra blushed and nodded. "Don't worry, we'll have you swimming like that mermaid in no time!" he assured her, pointing at her childish swimsuit. "You got this, Chad?" he called to the other lifeguard, who shrugged, then nodded.

But she quickly realized that neither Jake nor Emily were as interested in her, or her rather lacking swimming abilities, as they were in each other. They all got into the pool, but the other two spent most of the time talking, while she stood by awkwardly, only occasionally getting taught anything. Even then, she generally felt too flustered as Jake touched her to help her into the correct positions to do well.

"You did very well," he claimed, patting her on the head at the end of the 'lesson', even though she knew that was a lie. "And I'm sure you'll do even better tomorrow."

Sierra glanced up at Emily, confused. "Jake offered to give you lessons every day for the rest of your stay. Isn't that nice?" She gave Sierra's swim diaper a hard pat. "Go on, say thank you."

"Th-Thank you," Sierra blushed. What else could she do? Clearly, her schedule had already been determined, and, like any small child, she had no say in it whatsoever. Emily led Sierra back up to her room, drying her off and taping her into the waiting diaper on the bed, following it up with her PJs. "The sun's still out!" Sierra whined.

"Well, that swim lesson was pretty long," Emily told her. "I'm sure you're tired. Besides, you still have to eat, I'm just getting you ready so you can get into bed when you're done with that."

Sure enough, after a room service meal of chicken fingers, macaroni and cheese, and peas, Sierra was escorted into the bathroom, where Emily stood behind her, carefully observing her as she brushed her teeth, every burst of water as she rinsed her toothbrush off making Sierra blush and squirm as she felt her bladder fill at the sound. She glanced over at the toilet, then back at Emily hopefully. "Can I use the potty before I go to bed?"

Emily shook her head. "Sorry, sweetie, but your Mommy told me you have to get used to your diapers for now. And, unfortunately, I have to tell her that you asked. I won't punish you this time, but if you do it again, I'll send you to time out. Mommies always know what's best, and if she thinks that's diapers for you, then that's what you'll be getting."

Sierra wished she would have corrected Emily, way back when she'd first called Robin her Mommy, but it was too late now. The thought of that woman as her mother, or even step-mother, was horrifying, even if she'd been wrong, and she wasn't a robot, but, unfortunately, at the moment, there really wasn't much she could do about it. She had to get home, get out of punishment, and get her wand back, and maybe then she'd be able to do something. For now, all she could do was be a sweet, obedient little girl, and try to keep from earning any more punishments.

She sighed as she was tucked into her bed, even earlier than her assigned bedtime, squirming restlessly under her covers. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and she froze as Emily crossed the room to answer it, wondering who it could possibly be.

"Hey, there," Jake's voice said quietly. "She's asleep already?"

"Yep," Emily replied. Sierra didn't dare turn around, but she heard them cross the room, then the slight creak of the other bed as they sat down. "She was so worn out, she almost didn't make it upstairs!" She giggled, and Sierra squirmed, wanting to deny the lie, but not willing to hop out of bed and let Jake see her in her much thicker normal diapers to do it.

It turned out not to matter much. "Are those hers?" he asked. Sierra silently prayed that he was talking about something else, but the beginnings of pressure in her tummy, and a crinkle as he reached down to touch one in its package, told her that he was, indeed, talking about her diapers. "I've never seen any that thick."

"Yeah, she's a little fountain!" Emily giggled. Sierra scowled. Emily still hadn't even changed any of her wet diapers, so what did she know?! "But she looks so cute, waddling around in them!"

Sierra sucked nervously on her pacifier, wishing they would find another topic of conversation. Every time they talked about her diapers, she could feel her tummy growing more and more full, making her wriggling more and more desperate. Eventually, they stopped, their words replaced with a wet sound that she was pretty sure was them kissing, although she didn't dare turn to see, but by then, it was already too late.

It was bad enough that anyone was talking about her like she really was some silly little kid who was having so much trouble with her potty training. It was even worse that it was them, these two hot young people who both thought they were older than her, and would never see her as anything more than a babysitting charge, or a student. The fact that every mention of her diapers, even if the word itself was never actually spoken, brought her closer to another huge, messy accident was just the icing on the cake.

There was nothing she could do about it, either. If she asked to use the bathroom, she'd have to reveal that she was awake, and she already knew Emily would say no. She'd probably even stick her in the corner, where her bottom would be on full display, her diaper barely covered by the tiny pajama shorts, where either of those two could see it, thus speeding the spell up even further.

She groaned quietly, barely holding back the oncoming flood of warm mush. Would it be better, she wondered, to stay in it until Robin got back that night, or possibly even until the next morning if Robin somehow didn't notice, or for her sitter to change her right there, in front of her date? Would the two smell her, or were they far enough away?

Sierra whimpered a quiet, "No!" into her pacifier as she felt a lump begin to form in the seat of her diaper, even quicker than she'd anticipated. Her mind began to slip again, making her even more flustered, and squishy mass in her pants grew even quicker. Before it regressed back to infantile oblivion again, she realized that, really, how and when she got changed and restored to her normal mental state, was completely out of her control, just like everything else had somehow become on this vacation. Now, she could only wonder how, when, and, most importantly, if she'd ever get any of it back, or if her little get-away with Robin had become a permanent vacation from any semblance of maturity.


The End