Camilla POV:



The bus ride home was just as humiliating as the school day had been. Whispers and giggles followed me as I sat stiffly in my seat, the thick diaper making every movement awkward. No one spoke directly to me, but the occasional camera flash and hushed laughter were enough to remind me that my nightmare was far from over.

When the bus finally pulled up to my house, I hesitated before stepping off. My dad was waiting by the door, arms crossed, his face unreadable. My stomach churned.

As soon as I stepped inside, he closed the door behind me and let out a heavy sigh. "Take off your backpack and sit down," he ordered.

I did as he said, my heart pounding.

"So," he began, his voice calm but firm, "I got a call from Mrs. Carson today. She told me all about your little outburst."

I swallowed hard, gripping the hem of my shirt.

"I thought we agreed on this, Camilla. You knew the rules. You broke them, and now you're facing the consequences."

My breath hitched. "Dad, please... It was horrible. Everyone was laughing. The videos-"

He held up a hand, cutting me off. "And maybe next time, you'll think before you act. But clearly, you still need to learn."

I shook my head, dread creeping through me. "What do you mean?"

His expression was cold. "You'll stay in that diaper for the rest of the night. No pants, no covering it up. Maybe if you feel embarrassed at home, you'll remember to control yourself in class."

Tears pricked at my eyes. "Dad, please-"

"No arguing," he interrupted. "And since you acted like a baby today, you'll be treated like one."

Before I could respond, he disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned, he was holding something that made my stomach drop-a baby bottle filled with milk.

"You'll drink from this for the rest of the evening. No regular cups."

I stared at him in shock. "You can't be serious."

He raised an eyebrow. "Want to argue some more? Because I can add to the punishment."

I clenched my jaw, knowing I had no choice. With trembling hands, I reached for the bottle, my face burning as I brought it to my lips. The plastic nipple felt foreign and humiliating, but I forced myself to drink.

"Good," Dad said, nodding in approval. "Now, go sit in the living room. I don't want to hear a word from you unless it's 'yes, sir.' Understood?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from crying.

As I walked to the living room, the crinkling sound of the diaper echoed in my ears. I sank onto the couch, hugging my knees to my chest as I sipped from the baby bottle, completely and utterly defeated.

I thought the day at school had been the worst thing imaginable. But as I sat there, humiliated in my own home, I realized it was only the beginning



hey guys been a while huh 😅 well, I'm just gonna leave it at that bc I don't really have anything to say this time around so just enjoy this very very short chapter and I'll come out with another one thx to - @Helen1234675 - for the idea and to all my followers I've gotten from this book.

Bye byee till next timeee 🫡 lol