Hours later, in the middle of the night, Becca stirred. Something felt warm and wet beneath her. At first she thought it was just sweat, but as consciousness returned, the unmistakable heavy, soaked sensation registered. Her sheets were drenched. She had peed the bed.Her heart raced. The large wet spot had spread from under her ass all the way up toward her lower back, and her panties were completely saturated, clinging transparently to her pussy. The smell of her accident lingered faintly under the blankets. Becca bit her lip, sliding a hand down to touch the mess. Her fingers traced the warm, soaked fabric stretched over her mound, pressing lightly against her clit. With flushed cheeks, she worked up some real tears, letting them spill down her face. Then she climbed out of the soggy bed, the cool air hitting her drenched panties and making her thighs tremble.Sniffling loudly, she padded down the hall to her momās room and pushed the door open.āMomma... I peed the bed,ā she whimpered in a small, pathetic voice, standing there in just her oversized shirt and obviously soaked pink panties.Her mom sat up groggily, flicking on the lamp. She took one look at her 19-year-old daughter standing there with tears streaming down her face and a dark wet patch clearly visible on the front and back of her panties, and let out a long, disappointed sigh.āAgain? Becca, this is ridiculous. Come here.āBecca shuffled closer, pretending to sob harder as her mom pulled her over her lap without another word. The first firm smack landed on her wet ass with a loud, humiliating clap. Becca yelped, but the sting mixed with the warm wetness only sent another forbidden thrill through her core. Her mom spanked her steadilyāten, fifteen firm swatsāscolding between each one.āYouāre nineteen years old, not a toddler. You need to listen to your body when you have to go. This is the second accident today. If you keep acting like a baby who canāt control herself, Iām going to start treating you like one. Pull-ups at night, maybe even during the day. Do you understand me?āEach smack made Beccaās soaked panties squish against her, the wet fabric rubbing her swollen clit. She cried out convincingly, squirming and kicking her legs, but inside she was burning with arousal. When the spanking finally stopped, her ass glowed pink beneath the wet panties. Her mom stood her up and marched her to the bathroom.āStrip,ā she ordered.Becca peeled off the soaked shirt and panties, standing naked and sniffling as her mom ran a warm bath. She was lowered into the tub, and her mom washed her thoroughly, still lecturing the entire time.āYou have to pay attention to those signals, Becca. If you feel like you need to pee, you go. Iām not going to keep dealing with grown-woman-sized puddles every day. Keep this up and youāll be sleeping in diapers like the little girl youāre acting like.āBecca kept her face buried in her hands, pretending to be utterly humiliated and upset, letting out little sobs. But her nipples were hard, and every time her momās words sank inādiapers, treating you like a babyāa fresh pulse of heat throbbed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together under the soapy water, secretly getting off on every second of it.After the bath, her mom dressed her in a clean pair of panties and a new t-shirt, then stripped the wet sheets while Becca stood there looking small and ashamed.āBack to bed,ā her mom said firmly. āAnd if this happens again, weāre having a very different conversation about how to handle big girls who wet themselves.āBecca nodded meekly, crawling under the fresh sheets with her ass still tingling from the spanking. As soon as her mom turned off the light and left, Becca slipped her hand back between her legs, biting the pillow to muffle her soft moans. The shame, the spanking, the threatsā¦ she came hard within minutes, replaying every humiliating detail until she finally drifted back to sleep, secretly hoping it would happen again soon.
