Cream lied in bed as her eyes opened, gazing at the morning light peeking through her curtains. As yesterday's ordeal returned to her mind, she quickly lifted up her nightgown and peeked into the front of her diaper.

	Wet.

	Her mother had told her that if she didn't stay dry through the night, she would be put back into diapers full-time. Truthfully, yesterday wasn't the first time Cream had issues with nighttime wetness, though they were usually small spurts that don't even seep through her panties. But yesterday on the beach was the first time she emptied a full bladder in her sleep.

	Well, that, and a time about a week ago where she peed all over her bed. But she washed all of her clothes and sheets in the dead of night so her mom wouldn't find out. Surely that didn't count... right?

	She looked at her dresser and noticed her mother left the bag of diapers there last night. Not wanting to endure the obvious consequences of a wet diaper, she slipped out of the one she was wearing and grabbed a clean diaper. She first tried to tape it on standing up, but realized it was too difficult to keep the diaper in place, so she had to lay down on her bed to secure it.

	But now there was the question of what to do with the wet diaper. She couldn't just hide it in the trash since the smell would be too obvious. But if she took it to the trash bin outside, her mom might hear her open the door. So she decided to sneak across the hall into the bathroom and hide the diaper in the cabinet underneath the sink. At least to hide it temporarily until she could find somewhere better to dispose of it.

	Cream then made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. "Hello, Cream", said Vanilla, looking up from the paper. "How did you sleep?"

	"Um... fine, I guess." said Cream.

	"Come here and let me check your diaper".

	Cream nervously walked towards her mother, who lifted the girl's nightgown and peeked into her diaper. Cream hoped she wouldn't notice it wasn't the same diaper she had on last night.

	"Looks like you stayed dry all night! That means you can go change back into your big girl undies." Vanilla said. Cream was relieved, though cringed a bit at the phrase 'big girl undies'.

	Cream went back upstairs and changed out of her nightgown and diaper. She opened her drawer and pulled out a pair of plain white panties, a red-orange dress, and a pair of white socks. She began getting dressed, feeling good to be back in her regular clothes again.

	Cream then went about her day as normal. After breakfast, she went to the backyard to play catch with Cheese. The two took turns playing kicker and goalie, bouncing the ball off of rocks and trees for trick shots. Sometimes this wouldn't go as planned, resulting in a lot of amusing scenarios where the ball would hit something at a weird angle and stop dead in its tracks, or even bounce back at the person who threw it. Cream and Cheese found these moments hilarious and were constantly cracking up.

	However, in all the playing and laughter, Cream suddenly felt a very familiar twinge; sure enough, her bladder started leaking. "Oh, not now!" She knew if she could just hold it, it would just be another mild case of slightly wet underwear. But that feeling of relief was just too powerful, so against her better judgement, she just stood there as her bladder emptied completely and a torrent of pee flowed down her legs.

	As Cheese looked away in shame, Cream just stood there, shocked at what she just allowed herself to do. There was no conceivable way she was going to get out of this one. Dejectedly, she called her mom to the back yard to explain what happened.

	"Cream, what did you do?!" her mother asked, flabbergasted.

	"I'm sorry, Mom. I could have stopped myself, but I didn't. It's all my fault". Cream's clothes were completely soaked, even her dress.

	"All right, well first things first: You can't come in the house dripping wet like that. Take off your clothes and leave them on the porch, then we can go in", said Vanilla.

	Cream looked at Cheese to make sure he was still looking away, then began to disrobe. She first kicked off her now-squishy shoes, then peeled off her socks. She then lifted her dress over her head and tossed it on the ground. Finally, she managed to pry her completely saturated panties away from her fur and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them and into the back door. She sure was glad they lived in a fairly remote area with no chance of nosy neighbors watching her undress. 

	Vanilla grabbed her naked daughter's hand and led her into the bathroom, where she got her into the shower and began to hose the urine out of her fur. After getting her clean, she pulled Cream out of the shower and began drying her off with a towel. 

	"OK, Cream, I want you to go to your room and wait for me. Don't put any clothes on, there's still the matter of your punishment".

	After her mother tossed the towel in the hamper and walked back downstairs, Cream made her way back to her bedroom and sat down on her bed. She waited there with her hands in her lap, ashamed and anxious. After a few minutes, her mother walked into her room holding a bag of clothes.

	"Cream, I'm very ashamed of you. You're six years old, you're much too old to be peeing all over yourself. Especially on purpose". She sat the bag down on Cream's bed; inside was the pee-soaked clothes Cream had taken off a few minutes ago. Vanilla then sat down on the bed next to the bag. "Now get over my lap, it's time for your spanking".

	Cream got up and walked over to her mother, who guided the young girl over her lap. As she got into position, Vanilla pinned Cream down by her back, planting her face firmly in the pee-soaked bag of clothes.

	"You keep your nose right there, young lady. That should remind you why you're being punished".

	Being forced to inhale the fumes of her own urine was shame enough, but then the spanking started, making the affair even more painful and humiliating.

	SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

	The spanking continued for over two minutes, as Cream's yelps of startlement turned to sobs of indignation, her tears absorbed into the already-soaked clothing. 

	Finally, the flurry of smacks stopped, and Vanilla helped Cream to her feet. Next, she reached into the bag and grabbed the girl's soiled panties. She placed the underwear on Cream's face, threading her ears through the leg holes to keep it in place.

	"Now go stand in the corner until I tell you that you can come out", Vanilla reprimanded. Cream shuffled into the corner of her room with her head down and hands over her privates. Her urine-soaked panties pressed against her nose, still so wet that the pee was trickling down onto her chest.

	After about ten minutes, Vanilla re-entered the room with a diaper bag. "OK, Cream, you can come out of the corner now". Cream turned around and walked towards her mother, who took the pee-soaked underwear off her face. She then took a wipe from the bag and wiped Cream's face and chest clean. 

	"Now lie down on the bed". As Cream laid down on her bed, she noticed her mother pulling a diaper out of one of the pockets on the bag. But it wasn't a clean diaper; it was used.

	 "Explain this, little girl", Vanilla scolded. "I found it under the sink while I was looking for baby wipes. It seems you lied to me about staying dry last night and tried to hide the evidence. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

	Cream nodded her head, tears welling up again. "I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't want to wear diapers".

	"Well it's too late for that. You obviously need them more than I thought. And since you lied to me, your punishment isn't over yet. Lift your legs". Cream lifted her legs as Vanilla began to unwad the diaper.

	"What are you doing, Mama?" Cream asked nervously.

	"No hiding from your shame, sweetie. I'm putting this diaper back on you, and I expect you to keep it on for the rest of the day".

	"No, Mama!" Cream pleaded.

	"Yes, child. And I'm throwing away all your big girl panties, too. By the time you get out of diapers, you'll have outgrown them all anyway".

	"You can't do that!" Cream exclaimed.

	"Yes, I can, sweetie. If you keep arguing with me, I'll take away the rest of your clothes, too. You'll wear nothing but a diaper wherever we go, so everyone can see what a big baby you are. Is that what you want?"

	Cream looks at the floor dejectedly. "No".

	"Good". Vanilla slid the wet diaper underneath the girl's butt and began taping it up. 

	Cream hated how cold and clammy the pee inside had gotten, and she wasn't looking forward to wearing it for the next 10 hours.

	Vanilla once again stood the girl up and back on her feet. "There's just one more thing I want you to do, Cream", she said, pulling a notebook and pencil out of the bag. "I want you to sit at your desk and write "I will not lie to my mother." in this notebook 100 times, and don't get up until you're finished".

	Cream grabbed the notebook and pencil from her mother's hands and sat down at her desk, wincing as the cold urine made its way into her crevices. At the same time, Vanilla opened Cream's underwear drawer and pulled out every last pair of panties she could find. She even rummaged in the back and pulled out an old pair that didn't fit anymore. 

	Vanilla shoved them all into the diaper bag and left Cream alone in her room to finish her lines. The bunny sighed, as the small hope that her mother was just bluffing about the underwear was dashed. Cream continued writing her lines in the notebook, feeling discomfort from her clammy diaper. Not to mention the notebook used college-rule paper, meaning the lines had to be written pretty small relative to a six-year-old's motor skills.

	After about an hour, and three pages completely full of lines, Cream was done writing. She triple-checked to make sure she got all 100 lines, then went downstairs to hand the assignment in to her mother. 

	"Let's see here..." Vanilla pondered, counting the lines and making sure they were all written in full. "This all looks in order. Good job, Cream! Hopefully this exercise will make you think twice before lying to me again". Cream, noticing Cheese staring at her from the couch, suddenly became aware that she was still naked aside from her diaper.

	"Um... Mommy? Can I go put on a dress now?"

	"No, sweetie, you're still being punished", Vanilla reminded her. "Naughty girls don't get the privilege of covering their diapers".

	Cream folded her arms over her chest. Even though it was just Cheese, she never even changes her clothes in front of him. Having to be in a diaper, without a dress, around him was making her feel self-conscious. 

	Since the TV was already on cartoons, Cream sat down on the opposite end of the couch and folded her legs up. This prompted Cheese to fly over to her and investigate her attire (and lack thereof). Cream's eyes just looked away out of embarrassment, until Cheese started poking her diaper.

	"Cheese, stop that!" Cream softly pleaded, blushing from the humiliation. Cheese just went back to his side of the couch as the two watched cartoons together. Cream was still avoiding direct eye contact with him, though this didn't stop Cheese from still taking the occassional peek.

	As she became more and more invested in the television, Cream started to loosen her posture a bit and become slightly less embarrassed by her situation. After an hour or so, she realizes she might have become a bit looser than expected, as she once again feels that familiar twang in her bladder. Rather than repeating her past mistakes, she immediately jumps up and walks towards the bathroom.

	"Cream, where are you going?" Vanilla called out.

	"I gotta go to the bathroom, Mama!"

	"You better not take that diaper off, missy!"

	Cream stopped in her tracks, suddenly realizing yet another horrible truth about her situation. "Wait... you mean I have to use my diaper on purpose, too?!" Cream exclaimed.

	"That's right, Cream", Vanilla confirmed. "I told you not to take it off for any reason. That means ANY reason". 

	Cream stood there bewildered. "I don't get it, Mom. You're punishing me for not going to the bathroom on time, but when I actually try to go to the bathroom on time, you tell me I can't? That's so stupid!"

	Vanilla stood up. "What did you say, young lady?"

	Cream put her head down. "Um... I said "OK Mama, I understand".

	"Mm Hmm, that's what I thought you said". She already made good on most of her threats so far, so Cream didn't want to risk losing all of her clothes too.

	But still, there was business to take care of. With no other choice, Cream stood still in the hallway outside the bathroom as she relieved herself into her already-damp diaper. At least the pee is warm this time. She went back to the living room and sat back down on the couch, the saggy diaper bulging up between her legs as she does so.

	The next several hours passed without much incident. After lunch, Cream and Cheese played outside some more (since her shoes were still wet, she had to wear her rainboots). She had pretty much gotten used to the way she was dressed at this point, as did Cheese, but she still felt bashful when she had to pee in front of him.

	After playing outside for a while, the two went back in and watched more TV, then played some video games. At one point, Cream went to throw away a snack wrapper and noticed lots of colorful cotton strips in the trash can. Seems not only did her mom throw away her panties, she even went through the trouble of shredding them. That woman means business!

	Soon enough, it was suppertime. At this point, Cream's diaper was completely soaked. It was a good thing Vanilla bought the extra-absorbent variety; a regular diaper would have leaked out hours ago. Cream sat down to eat, her diaper being so swollen with urine that its normal crinkling sound was now just a spongy squish. Being able to smell her own hours-old urine wasn't exactly an appetizing prospect, but she still managed to clean her plate.

	But now it was the part of the day Cream had been looking forward to for a while: bedtime. She went upstairs to her room, her mother following right behind, as she eagerly awaited to finally be changed. Funny, she started off the morning terrified of being put in a diaper, but now she'd trade the world for a clean one. After the girl laid down on the bed, Vanilla untaped the saturated diaper and tossed it into a trash bag, then wiped down her whole diaper area with baby wipes.

	Just then, Cream's belly started to gurgle. "Wait, Mama... is it OK if I go to the bathroom now? I haven't gone... number 2, today".

	"Hmm... well, I suppose you handled your punishment fairly well. I guess I can allow it".

	"Thank you, Mama!" Cream got up and quickly ran to the bathroom, wanting to get all her business done before bedtime. 

	After a couple minutes, the naked bunny emerged from the bathroom, ready to put on a clean diaper and a nightgown. Vanilla had her lay back down so she could tape a new diaper in place, then grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over Cream's head.

	"Before you go to bed, I want to establish some ground rules about your diapers: 

	1. You have to wear them all the time, just like you used to wear panties. 
	2. Every morning you wake up dry, you'll be allowed to use the bathroom like a big girl. 
	3. If you wake up wet, your bathroom privileges will be revoked for the day and you can only go in your diapers. This includes number twos.
	4. I'll be giving you three changes a day: once after breakfast, once in the afternoon, and once at bedtime. The diapers are very absorbent so they should be able to hold for a while.
	5. If I catch you taking off your diaper or using the bathroom without permission, I will spank you and take your clothing privileges away for the day.
	6. If I catch you wearing clothes while your clothing privileges are revoked, I will throw away ALL of your clothes and you will only wear diapers for the forseeable future.
	7. If you lie to me about waking up dry, I will once again make you wear a soiled diaper for the rest of the day. 

	I think that about covers it", Vanilla finishes. "Do you understand?" Cream nods.

	"OK, good. Good night, Cream". Vanilla tucks her daughter under the covers and turns off the light as she leaves the room. Cream begins drifting off to sleep, hoping her diaper stays dry this time.