Chapter 1

I rolled over in bed, and after a moment my eyes flew open, a hand flying down to where my butt just was. Soaked the bed. Again. My heart sank as I stood up out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. Daddy had warned me that I'd have to start wearing diapers to bed if I wet the bed again, so I was trying to hide my accident. I glance at my watch, lighting it up.

4:33 AM. Daddy would be awake in 27 minutes, sooner if he heard the washing machine. I couldn't risk him finding out about my accident, I already had to wear pull ups during the day most of the time, which was embarassing enough, even with our DDLG friends. I tore the sheets off my bed, for once thankful for the rubber sheet Daddy made me keep on my bed.

I pulled a towel out from a secret compartment in my closet, using it to dry everything off, before swapping it out for clean, dry sheets, identical to the puppy-themed ones I took off my bed. When I ordered Little sheets, I always doubled it, to ensure I could hide accidents if needed. I quickly re-made my bed, closing up the compartment, stuffing the wet sheets and my wet PJs under my bed.

4:58. I threw on a pair of PJs, as similar as could get them, and quickly got back into bed. Moments later, I heard my door open, and after a few moments, Daddy walked over and gently shook me "awake", giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Rise and shine, sweet pea." He said, slipping a hand doown under me to feel the sheets. "Seems like someone's getting a star on the bedwetting chart this morning!"

I covered my face with my arms, blushing. When I started having accidents again, Daddy made me a daytime chart and nighttime chart, 5 raindrops in a row meant back to diapers. At night meant I had to sleep in diapers for at least a month, during the daytime meant 24/7 diapers and I had to start potty training over again after a month.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen, sweetheart, and I'll make pancakes!" Daddy said, giving me another soft kiss, before tickling my tummy and leaving the room. After pushing everything up under my bed further, I closed my door and headed to the kitchen. By the time I got there, Daddy had already begun the pancakes. He was a trained chef, but didn't work in the industry anymore, due to wanting to actually be able to do stuff between work shifts, rather than just sleep and work.

It only took about 5 minutes before I had a stack of 3 in front of my, and drenched them in syrup. "Eat up, then we can get you dressed for the day!" Daddy said, kissing me on the top of the head. I tried to eat slower than normal, trying to come up with excuses if Daddy somehow found the wet stuff under my bed.

I was finished far too soon for my liking, and after he took care of the plate, Daddy said, "go get some clothes from your room and then come to my room so we can get you in your pull up." I whined, "but Daddy! I don't wanna wear a pull up today!" I knew I shouldn't argue, but I was hoping to have a day where I didn't have to tug my skirt down if I went out while he was at work.

"Now sweetie, unless you want a red bottom?" The question was rhetorical, of course, and at the threat I scampered back into my room, grabbing the outfit I had put together the previous evening, before walking into Daddy's room. On days I had to wear pull ups, there was always a ritual of Daddy undressing me, before letting me pick out which pull up I wanted to wear that day.

After he undressed me, I looked at the three pull up designs he laid out. One had fairies on it, with fade-when-wet fairy wands. Another had flowers, where the petals faded when wet. And the last was a "cool alert" pull up with fade-when-wet stars on it. I reluctantly chose the last one, it looked (for the most part) like my regular Little Girl panties, and hopefully the cool alert will help me stay dry.

"Good choice, the cool alert should stop you from having any accidents, sweetheart." Daddy said, putting the other two back in the box he kept my pull ups in. As he pulled it up my legs, he stopped just short of my bottom, delivering several hard spanks before he pulled the pull up the rest of the way up. "That was for arguing earlier, little girl." He said.

After that was done and I was dressed, Daddy left for work, leaving me home alone. Normally I was supposed to text him if I needed to potty, so he could make sure I didn't have any accidents. But today I was planning on going out, and thus he gave me permission not to.

After about 3 hours out, I got a text from Daddy. Get home NOW little girl, you are in big trouble. My heart dropped, I knew the only reason I would've gotten that text was he found my hidden accident, but why was he home from work early?!

I rushed home as fast as was safe, and the moment I walked in the door, he shouted to me from his room, "GET IN HERE THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!!!!" I stared at the ground ad I walked into his room, and jumped when he slammed the door behind me. "You know what this is?" He asked, tilting my head up to look at the pile of wet things on the floor next to his bed.

"My bed stuff from last night, Daddy." I swallowed hard, knowing what he wanted me to say, "from where I wet my bed..."

"Over my knee. Now." He said, sitting on the foot of the bed, and I quietly went over his knee. He flicked my skirt up, and pushed my pull up down to my knees, before I felt a very hard hairbrush spank on my bottom, which caused me to buck and squirm, kicking my legs. "You do not" SPANK SPANK SPANK "hide your bedwetting" SPANK SPANK SPANK "from me, little girl." He said, delivering a hard and fast barrage of spanks before stopping.

I was a blubbering mess, bawling my eyes out like a 2 year old. "Corner. Now." He said, and I quickly got myself up off his knee, scampering to the corner. I continued to cry, and despite every fiber of my being telling me to, I kept my hands off my bottom, rubbing in the corner always earned me the belt, and I didn't fancy feeling the belt over a hard hairbrush spanking.

I heard Daddy fiddling with something behind me, including a crinkling that made me want to go invisible. It was the crinkling of a thick Tykables Overnight, and I was 99% sure he'd be adding a stuffer to it. "Turn around, little girl." He said, and I turned around, hanging my head as I saw the outfit laid out for me. It told me I was going back to diapers for a long while. The diaper, with 2 stuffers, a short baby dress I knew wouldn't hide my diaper at all, a pacifier, and a bottle with what looked like apple juice, but I was 100% sure it was my "special juice".

Daddy walked over and tore my pull up off me, before undressing me, and leading me over to the bed. I laid on the diaper, and he pressed the bottle to my lips. "I want that gone by the time I have you in your diaper. Get drinking." I greedily sucked on the bottle, and the taste confirmed what I thought: this was, in fact, my special juice. It would ensure I'd end up wetting my diaper heavily.

After 15 minutes, I was sat down in front of the TV in my full baby outfit to watch TV while Daddy made lunch.