A look at your angry father and you lie down on the backseats of the van.
Off come your jeans and your panties, which have a tiny wet spot in the crotch.
“Danielle?” You mother asks and raise a brow.
You blush and shrug.
“Sorry, I didn’t wiped that well – no big deal.”
Your mother shakes her head and look to the front seat, where your dad is hitting the steering wheel like a drum. “CAN WE?” HE asks and your mother finishes diapering you.
With a lot of difficult the jeans fit over the diaper, but some of your new underwear is visible at the top and your behind looks clearly rounder now.
You fidget a bit in your seat, while your dad starts the car and continue the ride.
Grumpy you take the bottle of soda and empty it with big gulps.
Your father sees it in the rear mirror and shakes his head.
“Don’t think I stop again young lady.” He growls and you stick out your tongue – because you know he will not stop to give you a spanking.
There is a traffic yam and the ride takes another half hour longer.
Finally the car reached the school and your mom opens the rear door.
“We need to hurry. You are okay?” She says hurried and pulls you with her.
You blush and try to pull your shirt down to cover the diaper better.
“She didn’t ask me to get the stupid thing off.” You think while you try to follow her.
Blushing you grab your swollen crotch and hope you have some privacy soon to get the diaper off.
Your mom reaches the door of the principal and stops.
“You okay?” She asks hurried and reach for the handle.
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