She drives for quite awhile, until you come to a slightly secluded house in a strange neighborhood. She stops the car, and turns back around to you.
"Don't you DARE even THINK about running, young lady-stay RIGHT there-do you understand??"
Afraid to remove the handkerchief, you simply nod your head, still whimpering a little bit from the pain and shame of your public spanking.
She gets out and goes into the house, leaving you sitting there, wondering just what is going on. After a few moments, she returns, and comes over to your door.
"Get out!" she snaps. Afraid, you hesitate, until she smacks your bare thigh, hard.
"Now you get out of this car RIGHT now, young lady, or else I'll remove ALL your clothes, and spank your bottom right here!"
That's all it takes, you quickly scurry out of the car, struggling to keep your skirt down, and hoping that a random gust doesn't blow up.
She leads you right up to the front door, where another woman opens the door, as you reach it.
She is a tall woman, with a strong, but womanly build. She has dark hair, that she wears back in a tight bun. She stands there, with her hands on her hips, looking very imposing.
"So, this is her?"
"*Sigh, yes, this is my naughty little girl." Your mother turns to you. "Yes, I promised an explanation, Sweety. Well, this is Miss Lenda, but you will call her Nanny. She is going to be in charge of your new corrective therapy program. So, you be good for her, and I'll see you in a few weeks... or months....."
With that, she turns and leaves, while Nanny Lenda grabs you by the ear, making you scream with pain into your gag.
"MMMMPHD!"
"Oh, you hush!" She scolds, dragging you into the house, "Your Mommy told me aaaall about your misconduct, and about your wetting problem. But don't you worry, Nanny knows just how to deal with naughty little children like you. As for your wetting problem; we're going to get some diapers on you, right away, but first, we're going to take care of some discipline!"
You spit out the gag in shock
"But I've already been spanked!"
She looks at your coldly, "Maybe by Mommy, but you're at MY house now, and I say you deserve another punishment."
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