I again waited until the wee hours of the morning (pun intended this time). Just like the night before, I got the bowl and filled it with warm water, then crept into the bedroom. It was so easy to get Pam, as she slept closest to the door, and just like last night, her arm again hung down out of the bed. This time she was sleeping on her stomach, and I hoped there was enough padding in the front of the diapers to absorb her "accident".
I wished there was some way to check whether or not I waited long enough, but especially now that she was diapered I would just have to wait and see. Just as I was about to move around the bed and get Tina, she stirred and then sat up! I only had time to push the bowl under the bed and slide under quietly with it. A few seconds later I watched her feet pass by as she went to the bathroom. That was when I realized the one little flaw in my plan - either girl, having drank so much, could easily wake up in the middle of the night to go.
Once she was in the bathroom, I hastily slid out from my hiding spot and went quietly back to my own room. I wouldn’t be able to get Tina now, as even if she fell back asleep again quickly, there wouldn't be anything left in her bladder. I also wondered whether or not she would be able to get her diaper back on straight after going to the bathroom - if she didn't, and I did manage to make her wet, my bed would be wet again. It was protected with a plastic sheet, so that was no big deal, but washing sheets can get a little taxing after awhile.
I felt a little bad about Pam though. Now instead of both girls being wet, and getting a spanking from me, it would look like only Pam was having a problem, and Tina would get to spank her. At least it was only a spanking on the diaper; I knew from experience that this did not hurt very much - physically, anyway.
Once I was sure it was safe, I took the bowl back to the kitchen and dumped the water, hiding it in its place under the sink again. As I went back to my own bedroom (well, technically it was the guest bedroom, but mine right now), I idly wondered whether Pam's diaper was as wet as mine was right now. I thought about changing it, but decided against it - if I did wet again before morning, it probably wouldn’t be that much. I drifted off to sleep, wondering what morning would bring.
The first thing I noticed as I awoke was that it would have been better if I had changed my diaper the night before. Giving the girls so much to drink had backfired on me in more ways than one - not only had it been enough to cause Tina to wake up, but since I drank a lot as well, my diaper had leaked during the night. At least I had all beds in my apartment protected by plastic sheets, so my mattress wouldn't be wet, but I had hoped to not have to wash any sheets today.
The girls were quiet and I thought they may still be asleep, so I went through the process of changing my diaper - this time having to spread out my changing pad on the floor to do so - and then gathering up my sheets and my pajamas and carrying them to the laundry room. Since I was the only one up, I elected to wear just my diaper at the moment.
As I was putting everything in the washer, I heard a giggle behind me. I turned quickly and found Tina standing in the kitchen watching me (the "laundry room" was a simple closet off the kitchen). I rolled my eyes. "I thought you were still in bed," I said to her.
"Pam is," she said. "I got up a few minutes ago. You were making all kinds of noise and it woke me up. I was gonna knock on your door, but I could hear you were changing your diaper." She giggled again as she said this, and looked pointedly at the new diaper I was wearing. "So - drank a little too much again yesterday, huh?"
"I guess," I said, blushing. "What about you? Did your diaper hold up last night?"
"I didn't wet it!" Tina said, somewhat indignantly, sticking her tongue out at me after saying it.
"Are you still…?"
"Yes, I didn’t change out of it yet," she answered, pulling her nightshirt up to show me the diaper still taped around her hips. "Pam and I decided not to wear pajama pants over them, and go in just our nightshirts - just in case," she said to my unasked question.
"Why is it so messed up?" I asked her. I knew of course, but I figured I better make it look like I didn't. "It wasn't like that when I checked you last night before bed."
"I had to go in the middle of the night," Tina said. "You know, you could have let us wear Goodnights or Pullups or something. Getting the diaper back on after I went was hard!" I smiled inwardly - a lot of girls wouldn't have bothered trying to put the diaper back on. Since Tina did - she deserved a bit of a treat - perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that I hadn’t been able to make her wet last night. Besides - even though she had got the diaper back on, she needed a lot of practice - it would likely have leaked, and I'd be washing two sets of sheets right now.
"Goodnight and Pullups aren’t as absorbent as a regular diaper," I told her. Actually, I had no idea if that was true or not - I just liked the full diapers better. She seemed to accept it anyway. "Let's go wake up Pam," I said, turning the washing machine on.
The door was ajar, so we walked in. Pam was already awake, but laying in bed. "Time to get up," I told her.
"Umm - okay. You go ahead, so I can get dressed," Pam said nervously. She was so nervous, she didn’t even bother noticing that I was there in just my diaper.
I stole a glance at Tina. Of course I knew what was up, but she was looking very confused. "Can't yet Pam - I have to check to see if your diaper is wet. Tina stayed dry last night."
Pam's eyes widened a little as she pulled the sheet up more around herself. "No…" was all she said.
"Well, okay, Tina can check you then," I offered, acting as though I thought her embarrassment had to do with me checking her rather than because she was wet.
"There's no need," Pam said, blushing now. "I… it's wet." Her voice caught a little as she said this. I hoped she wouldn't cry - then I'd really feel bad.
Tina's mouth dropped open. "Pam - you wet the bed?" she asked in shock. As sure as she had acted the day before, I realized now that she hadn't really been positive that it had been Pam who had wet.
"Actually, she wet her diaper," I quipped. "The bed should have stayed dry."
Both girls ignored me. "I - I don’t know what happened," Pam said. "I've never had this problem before!"
I decided this was not about to be a total loss. "Now maybe you know how embarrassed Tina and I were when you teased us about wearing diapers."
Pam nodded. "It is embarrassing. And not very good feeling either…" She wiggled a little. "So - umm - if you'll go, then I can change, and…"
"Nuh -uh!" Tina said. "Remember the bet! I get to spank you!"
I thought Pam would argue, and it looked like she wanted to, but what could she say. She had been caught red-handed - Tina was dry, and she was wet. "okay, fine. Let's get this over with," she grumped, while turning over on the bed. Tina quickly pulled she sheets down, then lifted Pam's nightshirt up, exposing her diaper. "Ouch!" Pam said, as Tina suddenly and without warning started her spanking. "Hey - not so hard, Tina - oww!"
I was surprised - I didn’t think it should hurt much, especially as much as the diaper padded Pam. Maybe it stung because she was wet though. Tina gave her a solid 15 spanks before stopping. At this point, Pam got out of bed, rubbing her backside and pouting. "You spank hard," she said to her sister.
"Well, anyone who wets their bed, SHOULD get spanked. That's the rule here. Right?" Tina asked me.
"Right," I said, totally not thinking about it. I realized my mistake as soon as I said it, and so did both girls.
"Then, I guess there's someone else who should get a spanking," Tina said coyly, motioning me toward the bed.
Now, I was in charge here and I easily could have refused. However, the fact was, I felt bad about my mean trick on Pam - even if she did deserve it in some ways. If I let Tina spank me Pam wouldn’t be alone, and I could make it up to her in a small way without her even knowing that's what I was doing. "Okay," I relented. "I'll do it ONLY because that was a good trick you got me with there. Just for today, that will be the rule."
I started to lay down on the bed, but Pam stopped me. "Hold on," she said. "Tina, you sit here." She had Tina sit on the bed. "Now he can lay over your lap," she said. She seemed to have forgotten her spanking and even her still wet diaper at this point.
I gave her a dirty look. "I COULD have showed her that for you, you know," I said.
"I'm sure you would have if you'd have thought of it," she shot back. I didn’t reply to that - she was right. I crawled over Tina's lap and received my 15 spanks - except that Tina made mine 20, saying it was because I was older. Personally, I think she made it 20 because I didn’t react the same way Pam had. Pam was right that Tina spanked hard, but my diaper was dry and I didn’t really feel her spanking very much, loud as it seemed.
I left to get dressed and allow the girls to do the same. Pam insisted that she needed a shower "right now!" so I knew we would have to wait awhile before going anywhere today - she took long showers. Instead of waiting, I decided I would head over to the college (which I didn’t live very far from) and talk to them about my classes for the coming semester. I had to make my decision soon, and I wanted to see what they had to say. If I had enough general education classes left, I could take most of them at the University of Tennessee, near where Rayona and the girls lived. That way I could stay there for awhile longer - most likely until Bob came home from the Middle East.
I quickly dressed, then told Tina (and called to the showering Pam) my plans to take care of. "There's not really anything you could do down there, so you can stay here and watch TV or play some of my games," I said. Rayona had already told me that since the girls were old enough, they could stay alone for short periods of time, so I knew that would be okay. I'd only be gone for two hours at most.
It was nice to see the University again. Even nicer when the secretary and most of the Profs remembered me and I talked to them each for a bit, letting them know what I was up to now. I asked about my advisor - Bagents - who was in, and he invited me into his office even though I hadn't made an appointment.
After explaining to him that I was living with my "adopted family" and it seemed like they would still be needing me to be around for awhile, I turned my question to Dr. Bagents.
"I'm not really sure what to do," I said. "It would really help them if I stayed, but they don't want to impose. They want me to come back and take my classes, if that's what I need for the future. But I'm just not sure that leaving right now is a good idea - I came to help during the summer, and if they needed me then, what has changed between then and now? Are there classes I can just take at the University there?"
Dr. Bagents looked through my file and stroked his beard thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I don’t think there are enough classes for you to make a good semester out of them at UT, especially if you plan then to come back here. It would be much better for you to take your classes through this institution."
I felt like my heart had dropped into my stomach. "Well, I guess that settles it then."