What Happens to Naughty Girls by Sally KA
[b]What Happens To Naughty Little Girls Chapter 14
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Back at the table, Greta watched Jane as she got up to go to the patio for coffee. Julie’s mom was
still trim at thirty seven, and Greta admired the cute sway of her rear as she walked.
Poor woman, Greta thought. Her life is a waste, really. Nothing to do but please herself.
She thought for a while, then called for Hilda.
That night, the four women lay in their various rooms.
Greta slept sprawled over the black satin sheets of her enormous bed. The high French doors of
her room led to a broad balcony overlooking the park-like gardens at the side of the house, and
since the two pairs of doors were open, the cool night air stirred the silk curtains and swirled
around the room’s occupant. Greta barely felt the cold, and her skin was smooth and white under
a long black nightdress of black-laced silk. In the large bathroom off the bedroom, a thick, tall
candle flickered, well out of any draught, in a crystal holder on an antique dresser.
Jane, in the largest guest room, lay on her side with one hand under her pillow. Soft sounds came
from the small speaker on her bedside table. Hilda had helpfully provided the sound system,
saying that the quiet lullaby-like murmuring would replace the faint drone of traffic without
which city dwellers often found it hard to sleep in the sepulchral quiet of the country. Jane could
only agree with the maid – she had never slept so well as at Greta’s beautiful house.
Hilda sat up in her bed, although it was near two am. She didn’t need much sleep, and by the
light of a lamp featuring a garish Jamaican nude was tatting some lace, using an old oval frame.
Julie was curled up in her narrow bed in the smallest bedroom of the house. She clutched her
favorite soft toy in one hand, and gently sucked the thumb of the other hand. She was wetting her
diaper for the second time, heavily, and removed her thumb from her mouth as she half rolled her
tubby body first to one side then to the other. Even asleep, it was difficult for her to find a
comfortable position for her legs which were slightly spread by the layers of towelling and the
rubber pants between her thighs. The three-buttoned crotch of her onesie strained across the bulk
of her diaper as she moved. On the little table by her bed, next to a Minnie Mouse night light,
was a sippy cup with the remains of the thick, sweet drink Hilda always gave her at night. Julie,
too, slept to the soothing sounds of the soft and lyrical recorded voice of a woman which flowed
from the little speaker by her pillow.
Mary lay on her back in the bedroom she had used for years. She seemed quite still, but her eyes
were open. Mary’s full lips moved silently as she recited part of the Carmina Burana – the
drinking chants of medieval monks. The training pants she wore were still dry beneath her
The next morning, Hilda let Mary wash and dress herself, and attended to Julie. The young guest
was not sure at first where she was. She asked for her friend Francene, and chattered about
school as Hilda helped her waddle to the bathroom. Hilda removed the girl’s onesie, and Julie
was happy to sit on the bathmat in her wet diaper, playing with her toy, as Hilda readied the bath.
As Hilda tested the temperature and turned off the tap, Julie heard her mother’s voice outside the
‘Mommy!’ she said excitedly, and struggled to get up.
Hilda smiled, and helped her to stand. Julie made for the door, and Hilda had to steady her rush.
She opened the door for her to reveal Jane in her usual designer jeans and sweater. With Jane was
Greta, who looked down with a half-smile at the bare-chested girl.
‘Hello baby,’ said Jane warmly. ‘All ready for your bath?’
‘Yes Mommy,’ replied Julie, and shyly put her toy animal behind her. She wasn’t sure if her
mommy would approve of her still playing with a stuffed toy at her age. She was uncertain of
what to say next.
Jane looked at Greta, who was still smiling quietly, and bent down to give her daughter a hug.
‘She’s very wet, Jane, due for a change,’ said Hilda, reaching out to take Julie’s arm.
‘Breakfast,’ said Julie suddenly, squirming out of reach of both women and running for the stairs.
Hilda pushed past Jane and set off in pursuit. Julie looked back at the big woman and giggled.
She waddled as fast as she could down the stairs and reached the bottom step just as Hilda caught
up with her. Julie lost her balance, but continued on her hands and knees to the middle of the
tiled floor, where she sat and continued giggling.
The two mothers looked down from the upper landing as Hilda looked up in frustration.
‘Let her be for a while, Hilda. You can bring her back up for her bath after breakfast,’ said Greta,
and turned to continue her conversation with Jane. Satisfied that Hilda would see to her daughter,
Jane turned away too, and the pair walked on down the corridor.
Hilda looked at Julie, shook her head and went to the kitchen.
Julie sat on the floor, nonplussed. Her toy had slid away under a table against the wall, and she
crawled towards it.
She was halted by a pair of thin blue legs.
‘Hello Julie,’ said Mary. ‘Aren’t you cold?’
Julie looked up at her friend. Mary was wearing the same jeans and blouse she had worn the
previous day. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was carrying an MP3 player and was
trying to fit the earpiece to her ear. Julie looked from the little device Mary held to her blouse,
and stared at the faint black outline of the bra beneath Mary’s blouse. She opened her mouth, and
a dribble of saliva ran from her lower lip to her chin, where it glistened in the morning sunlight.
Mary took a couple of steps to the table against the white wall of the atrium. Julie watched the
other girl’s smooth, slim backside as she bent down to fetch the soft toy.
Handing the toy to Julie, Mary smiled.
‘Are you allowed to have breakfast in just a diaper?’ she asked conversationally, wiping the drool
from the girl’s chin.
Julie took the toy, looked down past her flat, bare chest to the bulk of her pink rubber pants and
her bulging diaper, and began to cry.
Hilda arrived on the scene and told Mary to get Julie’s breakfast things ready.
‘I’ll change her after breakfast,’ she told the girl. ‘A few minutes longer in her diaper won’t hurt
Mary had already had her breakfast of cornflakes and juice, and was happy to help feed Julie. As
before, Julie’s healthy appetite overcame her distress at being half-naked, and her further anxiety
about Hilda tying a bib over her naked chest, and she burped loudly as she finished her third cup
of the milk drink Mary gave her.
Mary untied the girl’s bib, helped her down from her high chair and tickled her rounded tummy
when she had finished wiping Julie’s mouth. Julie enjoyed tickling, and flailed her chubby arms
around trying to avoid Mary’s thin fingers. It wasn’t easy, and Julie squealed in surprise as she
tipped on her back on the floor of the sunny breakfast area off the kitchen.
Hilda watched indulgently as Julie’s squeals turned to giggles of delight under Mary’s friendly
onslaught. She burped again, then coughed.
‘Gentle, Mary, she’s just had her breakfast, remember,’ said Hilda, ready to sperate the two.
Julie stopped in mid-giggle, and looked wide-eyed at her tormentor.
‘Ma…’ she began, then grunted loudly enough to alarm Hilda.
‘Mary, that’s enough!’ said Hilda, hoping to avert the worst.
It was too late. Julie arched her back slightly, lifting her plump bottom from the floor. She
grunted again, looked desperately at Hilda, moaned softly, then began to cry again.
Mary guessed what had happened, and started to apologise to Hilda.
‘It’s ok, Mary,’ said Hilda above Julie’s wails. ‘I was going to change her anyway. She’ll just be
a little messier, that’s all.’
Julie was till crying as Hilda half carried her upstairs. Mary had long gone, and Julie was
engrossed in her own misery as Hilda set her on her feet at the top of the stairs, where Julie
dropped straight to the floor again.
‘Suit yourself,’ said Hilda, and went into the bathroom.
Julie tried to stand up again, but couldn’t find the coordination, and crawled the few yards to the
bathroom, where she gave herself up to the maid’s attentions.
‘What a messy little girl,’ Hilda was saying as she removed Julie’s rubber panties and unpinned
her diaper. ‘Well, serves you right for playing with the big kids!’
Julie tried to tell Hilda that it wasn’t her fault, but thinking of the episode only made her crying
‘We’ll soon have you nice and clean again.’ Hilda said as she wiped the worst of Julie’s accident
from her broad, fleshy bottom and finally got her into the tub, where she distracted Julie with
some new floating toys as she washed and scrubbed the child.
Julie didn’t protest as she was dried, heavily diapered then dressed in a pair of bright pink
corduroy overalls over her rubber pants. She was able to walk, just, although she sat on the floor
of her bedroom as Hilda squatted to make her hair up into pigtails.
‘Would you like to play outside this morning, Julie?’ asked Hilda once her hair was made up.
Julie shook her head and stared at the floor. She didn’t want to go anywhere like this.
‘Well, you can have a little nap, then,’ said Hilda, and helped her up onto the now made up bed.
‘I’ll send Mary up for you in a while. You just rest, sweetie. You’ve been a bit upset,’ the woman
said, drawing the curtain across the window and leaving Julie alone.
Julie closed her eyes and tried to think of nice things. She dozed off in a few moments, and woke
some time later. What she took to be a dream, she soon realised, had actually happened. She took
her thumb wet from her mouth, and felt down below her tummy. She was diapered, just as
heavily as she had been at night. Her diaper was wet, too. Tears welled in her eyes as she
remembered soiling herself. Straining to reach around her fat bottom, she tried to reach behind
her to check if she had repeated the shameful performance. She couldn’t really tell, but she didn’t
think she had.
‘Have you pooped yourself again, Julie?’ Mary’s voice asked.
Julie jumped at the sound.
‘No, I’m, I’m just wet,’ Julie said, fighting back tears.
Mary sat on the bed, and stroked Julie’s hair.
‘It’s ok, baby, you’ve got your diaper on, haven’t you?’ she asked gently.
Mary nodded unhappily.
‘That’s why you are wearing one, isn’t it, sweetie?’ Mary continued.
Mary nodded again and sniffled.
‘Look, I’ve brought you your toy, and look what else I’ve got…!’ Mary said in a sing song voice.
Julie managed a smile despite her troubles, and looked at the other girl expectantly.
‘Something nice to eat!’ said Mary, taking from behind her back a very large, cream and jelly
filled, rolled pancake.
Julie’s eyes widened.
‘Thank you Mary,’ she said, and set to eating.
"Do you want me to change your diaper?’ asked Mary, wiping some dropped cream from Julie’s
chin as she ate.
Julie thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. She looked again at Mary’s bra. Mary was nice,
she thought, and it didn’t seem to matter now what she wore.
A few minutes later, as Julie lay back for Mary to change her, Julie reached out and pressed her
fingers against Mary’s jeans.
‘What’s up, baby?’ asked Mary with surprise, pausing in her work.
‘Have you got a diaper on?’ asked Julie.
‘A diaper? No sweetie, I don’t need a diaper!’ Mary said with a laugh.
Julie lay back in silence.
‘You’re very wet, baby,’ said Mary as she dealt efficiently with the saturated towelling, ‘But not
even a bit messy.’
Julie gazed around the room. She noticed, or thought she noticed, that something was different.
She couldn’t remember the big bunnies on the curtains before, or the colorful new toys on the
chest of drawers. She sucked her thumb in thought.
‘There we are, baby, all done!’ said Mary brightly. ‘Do you want to come downstairs and see
your mommy and Greta?’
Julie wanted to see her mommy. She wanted to ask her if everything was ok. She wasn’t sure if it
Mary had to help Julie down the stairs, and continued to hold her hand as they crossed the floor
at Julie’s slow waddling speed.
‘Sweetie, I’ll just put you in here while I get your mommy, ok? We don’t want you to slip over
and hurt yourself like you did before, remember?’ said Mary as they reached the big living area.
She pulling the walker towards her with one hand, and lifted Julie into it, carefully dropping her
legs through the gaps in the sling inside.
Julie looked at the shiny wooden floor. She did remember slipping a while ago. She remembered
how it hurt, and she remembered being in the walker too. It was nice and safe and it was fun too.
She moved her legs along the floor as they dangled through the holes in the sling which held her
diapered rump, and she laughed as the frame moved with her. She couldn’t fall over if she was in
here, she thought. She grinned up at Mary, who grinned back. Julie giggled. Mary was a nice
friend, she thought. Even if she was a bit older.
Mary gave Julie her toy again, and left her happily exploring the potential of the baby walker.
Mary left the room and saw that Greta was reading in the breakfast nook. Mary walked out onto
the lawn and motioned for Greta to join her. The two spent some time in conversation, then Greta
set off to find Jane.