“Punish you.”
Before Jess can ask what additional punishment Mom intends on giving her, Mom takes her back to the main area and sits at the table, where she is laid facedown on Mom’s lap. Jess lets out a cry of shock and pain as Mom spanks her for the first time in over ten years.
“That’s what naughty little girls get,” Mom snarls, spanking her again. Jess cries. Her diaper provides some cushion against the blows, but not enough to properly dull the stinging. Overcome by the pain and humiliation of being spanked in public, Jess loses any control over her bladder. Her diaper is flooded with pee. She sobs harder.
“There.” Mom finishes spanking. She sticks a finger down the back of Jess’s diaper. “And you’re wet. Well, you’ll be fine without a change for a while.” Judging by the way her diaper squishes, Jess thinks that if she wasn’t being punished, she would be changed. But she doesn’t say a word, terrified she’ll get another spanking.
Mom then buckles Jess into a highchair she must have asked the catering company to bring over to the table. Jess sits in the highchair in her wet diaper, tears still trickling down her chubby cheeks. She lets out a few hiccups as she comes down from her crying session.