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Wet American Summer (Part 20)
🕑 Added 2017-08-25 17:00:04 +0000 UTC Part 20My plan was about to come to fruition. I had laid the perfect trap for Frankie to fall in. I used her desire to appear like a grown up to manipulate her into wanting to get drinks for her birthday, knowing very well she was forbidden to do so.
Her mother had even explained to me that if she ever caught Frankie drinking again, she would put her in Goodnites for a whole month to teach her a lesson. It was an opportunity I wasn't about to pass. Finally I would get my revenge for all those times that little brat humiliated me and forced me into wearing those childish Pull-Ups.
When we ran into James and Frankie expressed interest for him, I thought Karma was acting in my favor, trying to right my first cousin's wrongs. It became an even better incentive to have her consume alcohol.
I used her crush on him by tricking her into thinking I would arrange for the two of them to be alone in exchange of better treatment. My endgame however, was secretly contacting her mother the whole time, informing her that I suspected Frankie of acting recklessly, and eventually texting her the address where we were, mentionning that her daughter was ''drunk and alone with an older boy''.
Nancy had immediately rushed in, to save... and hopefully punish Frankie, who's devilish grin would soon turn into the pouty face of a diapered teenager.
After all this careful scheming however, something felt wrong. During that day I grew somewhat of a bond with my first cousin. She had even defended me against Casey, James' girlfriend who had seen through my plans and seeked out to tear me down.
Now that Nancy was almost running towards her daughter, I felt bad following her. I stopped walking and headed back towards the terrasse. Oddly I didn’t want to see Frankie getting punished now. I didn’t want to meet James’ eyes when he realized I used him as part of my revenge.
From the terrasse, I could see the beach and James running away from Frankie as Nancy screamed at him. There was a bottle of Rhum spilled on the beach, darkening the sand. I knew they’d go there, that was his secret stash under the rocks.
Frankie was now in tears as her mother quickly pulling her dress up and began to spank her butt. Nancy sat down on a rock while Frankie was made to bend over her knee with the skirt of her dress flipped over her back and her light blue panties exposed. I could even hear the slaps echoing from afar, but not the sobbing.
It felt weird to me to watch this. A bit underwhelming. It was not the deep satisfaction I was expecting and I had to come to terms with the fact that I’m not like Frankie. I didn’t take pleasure in her humiliation.
That being said, I couldn’t help but to indugle in a little smile at this view, savoring my victory.
The taste turned bitter in my mouth however when I turned around and saw who had just arrived. My aunt Sally, who seemed deeply concerned as Casey spoke to her. That couldn’t be anything good for me.
I walked over to her, to hear the conversation, but they stopped as soon as I arrived and Casey stared at me with a grin on her face.
Sally: You are in a lot of trouble young lady.
Ashley: What?
Sally: I just heard what happened. You brought Frankie to a bar for her 16th birthday?!
Casey: 16? I thought she was 18 Ashley, why would you say that?
Ashley: I didn’t say that, it’s Frankie! She wanted to come here....
Sally: I don’t care what Frankie said Ashley, you’re supposed to be more mature then her, she is 16 years old, how could you let this happen? And you let her run off with some random guy to go drink some more on the beach?
Ashley: He’s not a random guy, he’s my friend!
Sally: So you do know him. A great friend he is, trying to get an underage girl drunk, is that your kind of friend? You’re not even 21 yourself, what is wrong with you?!
Ashley: She... blackmailed me. She has pictures on her phone... I had no choice.
Casey: But you’re the one who invited us here Ashley, when we were at the pool. You decided on this place, not her. What does her phone have to do with anything?
Ashley: I... I had to....
I saw Nancy and Frankie heading back to the car. Frankie was looking at the ground, humiliated from receiving a spanking in the middle of the beach. There was no trace of James whatsoever.
When they passed by us, Frankie looked at me with the most hateful eyes I had ever seen on her. I could tell that after finally trusting me, she felt betrayed.
Frankie: This is all your fault.
She turned around to Casey, trying to regain a bit of her lost dignity.
Frankie: For the record, she still wears Pull-Ups full time. I bet she peed herself too. Here.
She opened up her purse, picked the large night diaper from inside it and threw it at my face, making it fall on the ground.
Frankie: Time to change your diaper, baby.
Nancy: That’s enough Frankie, I don’t care what Ashley has done, this is also on you and you’ll face the consequences. Come on we’re going home.
My cousin Nancy took her daughter by the arm and almost dragged her back to the car before I could say anything. Casey didn’t hesitate to pick up the diaper she had left and examine it.
Casey: Oh so you are actually wearing them now! Why did you tell me you weren’t?
Sally: Is that what she said? Ashley, did you take off your Pull-Ups again? Do I need to check you?
It took me a moment to take it all in and react.
Ashley: What? No... Please, don’t, I’m wearing it okay! I am. Please don’t do this here... not now.
Sally: What are you scared of? This young lady already knows you need them, so what’s the point in fussing? Except if you actually did have an accident like Frankie was saying...
Ashley: Please, aunt Sally... not here, can we just go home?
Sally: Yes we are going home.
I felt relieved. It might have been only a slight trickle, but my litte ‘’accident’’ would surely be enough for Sally to point it out, and then who knew what she’d do. Spank me in front of the whole bar?
Sally: But first were heading to the bathroom, because if you aren’t wearing your Pull-Ups I don’t want you to make a mess in my car.
Dammit.
