Camilla POV



As we were driving down the highway home (mind you the mall I went to was far from our area and took at least 1 hour to get to) Dad then stopped in a random parking lot that was empty and pretty secluded from the street and any building view

Now I was getting scared...

"Get the fuck out now"

"Pretty harsh don't you think so?"

"Pretty well deserved don't you think?"

No need to answer a question with a question dumbass but I wasn't going to say that out loud so I just stepped out of the car and stood in front of him arms crossed

(Imagine the dad is standing in front of her with his arms on his hips)



"Do you know why we are standing here right now instead of you being at school and me and your poor mother at work?"

"P-poor mother?!?!" I say in disbelief

"Okay let me get this straight, She, her, that THING is NOT my mother. Last I recalled I don't remember coming out of her or her raising me my ENTIRE life so I don't know how you want me to adjust this fast when I barely got over my mother's death!"

"Camilla! Your Mother died TWO years ago! Get fucking over it!"

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO GET OVER A DEATH?"

"I don't know Camilla but you need to know everyone dies and we can't stay stuck there forever!"

"I don't care HOW LONG ago she died but...but" I then start crying and can't hold back my tears "Even if it were a decade ago! I would still miss her and not be able to get over her death! So fuck you! And fuck YOUR WIFE and maybe my brother's mother but...I don't know what to tell you."

"CAMILLA! How many fucking TIMES do I have to tell you that just because you miss your mother does not give you the right to disrespect me OR your mom like that!"

"Dad...What the actual fuck..."

"That's it! I have been trying my hardest to give you a light punishment because you were in your feels but this is too much come on follow me!"

He then went behind our car to our trunk and told me to put my hands on the trunk pushing my ass out.

"Are you wearing your diaper?"

"Not mine and no"

He then pulled down my shorts and took it off my legs quickly without giving me time to process it

"Dad what the fuck! Give me back my shorts I'm not wearing any underwear!" I shout turning back to him covering my vagina.

"Turn back around please Mill baby"

I then started crying out of embarrassment and turned around facing my ass towards me but still covering it with my hands.

"Did I say you could cover your ass? Let me answer for you No"

He then slapped my hand really hard so I moved it quickly and put my hand on the car trunk

"Now Im gonna give you 30 times 15 on each cheek then your mama is gonna come over here and give you 10 on each then apply some rash cream and diaper you"

"what? No f-"

"And every time I slap you, you will say "1, thank you Daddy" got it?"

"What no"

"The more you deny I'm just going to tie you up and add more which is it?"

Putting my hands on the trunk was a sign that I didn't wanna be tied up

He then started spanking and hitting me and what made it worse was that I was thanking him each time while I had snot dripping from my nose and couldn't wipe it or else he would add more.

"29, thank you, Daddy" "30, thank you, Daddy," I say crying even harder each time

"You are welcome Mill baby! would you like some more?"

"No, thank you, Daddy"

"aww ok"

"Baby come over here she doesn't need her spanks I think she has learned! Right?"

"yes Daddy," I say trying my hardest not to punch him in the face and run over the bitch all while giving a cute smile!

"Alright, mommy is gonna diaper you!"

I then start crying really hard and take off my hands from the trunk to go to the backseat to get diapered. Once I laid down the woman started diapering me while making all types of cooing noises like I was a baby or a dog.

"Alright, all done baby!" she says lifting me up to sit and smacking my ass like I was a dog trying to walk.

I was then placed and locked in place in the car seat I had seen earlier now that I was locked in this I couldn't even lay down or cross my legs like always and this plus the diaper was really tight down there so I couldn't even move at all. I started crying really hard again...

Dad then started driving to the nearest supermarket and told me to get out of my seat I complied because I didn't wanna get my ass beat in the middle of a supermarket parking lot.

"Wait Daddy I don't want to go in there in only a diaper and a shirt!"

"To bad you are"

"No please!!" I started crying really hard again while dad held one hand and my "mom" held the other hand and dragged me into the supermarket

Once we got in people all around were giving us weird looks while dad was still holding my hand really tightly my stepmom was holding a basket and filling it up with things like baby bottles, diapers, and clothing. I knew it was for me and started crying again.

Once we got to the checkout counter the lady working said "Oooh such a fussy baby! Have you checked to see if her diaper is full?"

"No, Im not sure maybe her nappy is full!" he then diaper-checked me with people behind us snickering

"Daddy no! I didn't poop my pants!"

"Well, your diaper says otherwise there's a whole lot of poo poo in there!"

I started crying again but harder throwing a whole tantrum in the store so my dad picked me up and carried me back to the car while my stepmom was paying for the stuff

"When are you EVER going to stop behaving like this? I might as well place you in an anger management class for babies!"

I start crying harder this time from embarrassment and anger worse combo trust me

"that's it I am SO done with you! You can sit in your mess until we get home then your brother can change you!"

"No please, Daddy! No! I will behave I promise I will do anything but don't make Kenn change me please!"

"No, You get this and you get that there is no one or another You are sitting in your mess and he is changing you end of story"

I started crying harder then my stepmom came back and stuffed a pacifier in my mouth when I reached my hand towards it to pull it out my dad smacked my hand and warned me to stop or else my punishment would be worse.

We then started driving again and arrived home I was terrified to see what my life was going to be like...





How have you guys liked this chapter? This was the longest one I have made because I am only writing one so... nice!!

How do you think Camilla's life is going to change after her punishment?

Do you think her parents are cruel?

Do you think her actions are justified?

Do you think she has reason to freak out about her mother's death?

Please tell me what you think!! Love yall!! <3