Those words her parents told her rang out in Danielle's mind.
"Now, be good for Aunt Tanya. Do everything she says. If you're a good girl, I'll be back for your ninth birthday!" Her father had told her.
That was before he went off to fight in the War, to risk his life and kill other men for his nation. It wasn't something Danielle understood very well, but she worried about him every day. She worried that he might not come back in time for her birthday... if he ever came back at all.
Now Danielle was in Aunt Tanya's house. She was from a poor family, so she didn't have much in her bags, just some clothes and a couple toys. It was late out and the little girl was getting tired. Aunt Tanya had two kids, both of them older than Danielle. She had a boy, Greg, who was in high school, and a girl, Renee, who had just turned 13. None of them ever really like Danielle much, and didn't really like her father the soldier either, but they felt an obligation to take care of Danielle while he was out on the battlefield.
"All right, Dani, you can sleep on the couch when Greg's done with it. We'll figure out where your room will be in the morning." Aunt Tanya said.
Greg was in fact on the couch watching TV. Danielle looked up at her Aunt with wide, trusting eyes.
"Thanks, Auntie Tanya!" She said, giving the woman a hug around her legs.
Aunt Tanya grunted. Even when Danielle was being cute she could barely stand her.
"Right, whatever. I'm going to smoke and then going to bed. Don't touch any of my knives, cigarettes, or beer." Aunt Tanya said.
She took a pack of cigs form her purse and went to her room. She opened a window so it wouldn't get too smoky, but closed the door so Danielle wouldn't see it. Aunt Tanya was a dirty and somewhat unhinged woman, but she had a sense of honor not to smoke or drink when children are watching.
Danielle sat down next to Greg on the couch.
"Watcha doin?" Danielle asked.
"TV." Greg said.
"Cool, what show?" Danielle asked.
"Commercials." Greg said.
It was in fact an infomercial for an industrial strength cleaning agent.
"Oh. That's boring." Danielle said.
"Yeah, I don't care. I'll watch stuff just 'cuz it's on." Greg said.
Danielle sat next to Greg and watched the commercials for a moment and quickly grew bored.
"Where's Renee?" Danielle asked.
"Jeez, you ask way too many questions. Sis is in her room. It's past her bedtime, just like it is for you." Greg said.
"Auntie said I have to sleep on the couch but I can't until you're done." Danielle said, smiling.
It felt special for her to be staying up this late.
"No duh." Greg said, growing increasingly annoyed with his little cousin.
Danielle sensed the tension and quieted down so Greg could watch a bearded man on TV tell him how clean his floor tiles could be.
Soon, the loud sound of snoring could be heard coming from Aunt Tanya's room.
"Aw, nice. Mom's asleep." Greg said.
He got up and went to the fridge.
"Oh, whatcha getting? Midnight snack?" Danielle asked.
"No, I'm getting a beer." Greg said.
Danielle gasped.
"Ooooooh, you're too young for that!" She said.
Greg shrugged his shoulders.
"So? I steal my mom's beer all the time. She never keeps track unless there's only one or two cans left in the fridge." Greg said.
He sat down next to little Danielle, cracked open the can, and took a long sip. Danielle looked on anxiously.
"Is it good?" She asked.
"Not really." Greg said.
It was in fact a cheap poorly made beer. Greg took another sip. Then, in a rare moment of generosity, he thought about sharing it with Danielle.
"You wanna try?" He asked.
Danielle quivered.
"I don't know..." She said, looking at her legs.
"Go no, try a little." Greg said, handing her the can.
Danielle took a nice long sip of the beer. It tasted awful and burned slightly.
"Ew, how can grown-ups drink this stuff?" Danielle said.
Greg laughed and took the beer back.
"What the hell ,you drank, like, half the can?" Greg said.
"I was thirsty..." Danielle said, apologetically.
"Ah, it gets better the more you drink it." He said.
Daniellle began to feel rather sick. The beer didn't agree with her. She watched more infomercials until she could take no more.
"Oh... Greg, can I lay down on the couch? I don't feel so good." Danielle said.
"Fine, whatever." Greg said.
Danielle stretched out and put her head on Greg's lap. Greg didn't like having Danielle's head weighing down on his legs so close to his crotch. It made him feel really uncomfortable... That is, until Danielle farted.
*Phuuuut*
"Ew, what the hell, Dani?" Greg said.
Danielle moaned.
"Oh, I shouldn't have drank all that beer." Danielle said.
Her tummy felt like it was swimming in slime and twisting itself in knots.
"Well, no duh, beer's not for kids for a reason." Greg said.
Danielle rubbed her aching tummy. Then, she began to wet herself.
"Oh! Oh my god, what's happening to me?" Danielle said.
"Are you wetting yourself?" Greg yelped, bolting to his feet.
Danielle cried a little.
"I wet the bed sometimes..." She said, tears in her eyes.
"Screw this, I'm getting Mom." Greg said.
Danielle let out a low wail.
"Oh, I feel so sick!" She moaned.
Greg went to his mother's room. She asleep in her bed, snoring loudly.
"Hey, Mom." Greg said.
"What the hell do you want?" Aunt Tanya said groggily.
"Danielle drank some of your beer and now she's sick. Also she wet herself." Greg said.
At this, Aunt Tanya bolted up to her feet.
"SHE WHAT? Aunt Tanya roared.
Tanya ran over to the living room, where Danielle was on the couch peeing and farting uncontrollably. She also had pooped herself a little.
"Aunt Tanya! Help me!" The sick little girl called out.
"Hey! told you not touch my beer!" Aunt Tanya roared.
"It.. it wasn't my idea! Greg gave it to me!" Danielle cried.
"Aw you little snitch!" Greg shouted.
Tanya smacked Greg in the face too.
"Don't be stealing my beer! You can buy your own when you're old enough and have a job!" Tanya said.
Greg backed off to let his mother do her thing.
Aunt Tanya picked up little Danielle by the collar of her shirt and slapped the little girl across the face. Danielle urinated more into her already soaked shorts.
"Wow, gross. You disgusting child, you need a diaper." Aunt Tanya said.
She sent Greg out to buy some diapers while she began to remove Danielle's soiled clothes. Soon Danielle was left naked and sobbing, reeking of pee.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Danielle said.
"You better be. Now bend over. You're getting a spanking." Aunt Tanya said.
She bent Danielle over her knee, picked up a ruler, and relentlessly smacked Danielle's bottom. Danielle screamed and cried, but Aunt Tanya didn't stop. Once Danielle's butt was red and sore, she whacked the rest of Danielle's body, her legs, her arms, her back ,her chest, even her genitals. Danielle was left sobbing and hoarse, her whole body red and covered in little bruises.
"I'm sorry, Auntie... I'm so sorry..." Danielle cried.
Soon, Greg returned with the diapers. Aunt Tanya taped one up on Danielle and glared at her.
"Now, you're wearing diapers until I decide you're good enough, understand?" She said.
She put her hand under Dani's chin and forced the diapered kid to look her in the face. Tears still streamed down Danielle's face.
"You are a bad, disgusting, terrible little girl. Never do any of this again, understand?" Aunt Tanya said.
Danielle sobbed and nodded.
"I... I'm sorry." She said.
"Okay. And we'll work on that bedwetting problem too. But as long as you're a bad girl you wear diapers. Now, let's get you to bed." Aunt Tanya said.
The couch was soaked with Danielle's urine, so it wasn't an option. Greg was busy cleaning it. Where is Dani sent to sleep?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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