Little Debbie grows up.

Since your Daddy is a single parent he has to keep a close watch on his little girl. While she goes to school and does very well in all her classes in high school she comes home and does not seem able to care for herself properly. While I'm at work my friend Sue, a retired RN, meets my little girl after school, brings her home and give her a snack. Sue is very good with my girl and she learns what is going on in her life so I find out a lot about my daughter from Sue.

"Deborah is just not right," Sue tells me when I get home. "She is as cranky as a four year old, acting like she can make her own decisions and tell me and you what to do."

"I know that she is difficult, growing up without a mother in the house has been rough on her and at 18 she is getting a lot of social pressure at school. Did you get anything from her that might give me a clue about what's troubling her now?"

"The school nurse sent an email to you, she may have something for you," Sue told me. We went to the computer and went through the elaborate security system, put in place to keep Deborah out of my business. An email from the nurse gave us a starting point on how to deal with Deborah this time:

"She has been grumpy for two days, complaining to her friends about a tummy ache," the nurse wrote, "She did tell one of the girls in her gym class that she will tell your friend Sue, that Sue can help her."

"Well Sue, I know that you will speak to Deborah and let me know what is going on; thees "girl" things are difficult for a young woman, for a girl who does not want to grow up it must seem impossible." Sue quietly went upstairs to Deborahs room. Sue knocked and went in, closing the door behind her.

"The good news is that it does not seem to have anything to do with her periods," Sue told me when she returned to the living room. "She has been complaining to her friend that her BM's are as hard as rock and it hurts to move her bowels so she has been holding back."

"Well," I said, "I'll give her a mild laxative now, Phillips M&O will work in a few hours so she should be done with it by bedtime."

Sue looked at me with a look of concern, "Will she take it?" Sue asked, "I bet she refuses and is nasty to you to."

"Come with me Sue," I said, "I"m surprised that with all your experience you have never learned this trick." I made a stop in my office where I kept all of the medicines in the house locked up in a steel filling cabinet, behind folders of old papers. "I don't leave anything where she can get it, precaution is vital with an obstinate little girl." In the kitchen I checked the refrigerator and took out Deborah's favorite, dark chocolate milk. Pouring an inch of milk into a glass I added an ounce and a half of the M&O, then thought about it and added another half ounce. "This should fix her Sue. It's an emulsion of mineral oil in unflavored milk of magnesia. The combination will loosen her bowels and lubricate her so she can't hold back. Why don't you bring this to her?" I said, filling the glass with chocolate milk and stirring it well. "She will not know that anything is added to her milk so just encourage her to rest until supper time."

Sue came back to the living room a half hour later, an empty glass in her hand. "You were right Steve, Deborah does like the chocolate milk and told me that she did not feel like eating any solid food because of her tummy ache. I hope that it works, it will be much easier on her than a strong medicine."

"I"ll let you know tomorrow morning Sue. I think the two ounce dose should kick in before 7:00 this evening and it should be done by 9:00. Have a good night, I'll bet that Deborah will have something to tell me in a couple of hours."

"Daddyyyyyyyy!!" I yell downstairs, "my tummy feels weird! It feels like something is mixing up all my insides, I think I need to..."

I suddenly feel a very strong need to go, and rush to the bathroom. I pull down my pants and panties and let loose a waterfall of yuck. I'm so focused on expelling I don't hear my daddy walking upstairs and opening the door. I turn and see him standing there watching me.

"What are you doing?? Get out of here now! Leave me alone!"

I back away from the bathroom door and cross the hall to Deborah's room, taking a seat on the bed to wait until she is finished.

"Deborah," I say, "I know that your tummy is acting up now but I'm sure that you will feel much better when you are done. I'll help you to get a bath and have a nice supper, your appetite will be better in a little while. When you feel better we can have a quiet talk about things."

I hear a squirt of poop splash into the toilet, followed by a loud fart and a groan from Deborah. "Please call me when I can help you Debbie, I want you to be comfortable." Another, smaller squirt and an "Oh, Oh," from Deborah followed my statement.

Deborah called to me, "Daddy, please help me to clean up, I just made a very messy poo."

Getting up and heading to the bathroom I get a package of wet wipes from the hall closet and a tube of A&D ointment, knowing that poor Debbie will feel much better in a short time. "I'm coming Debbie, well get you all cleaned up and dry and comfortable. I don't want my baby to have a sore bottom."

You come in and I'm sitting on the potty, sniffling.

"Daddy why did it hurt so much?" I ask.

"Because sweetie, you held back for so long, and your tummy didn't want to push it out. It needed a little help."

You come over to me as I'm rubbing my eyes,

"Debbie can you stand up for me? I want to get you all cleaned up."

I stand up slowly off the toilet, embarrassed to have you doing this for me, but also grateful for the help. You flush the toilet and put the cover down.

"Now turn around sweetie."

I turn around and you bend me over the seat slightly. You use the wet wipes to clean my whole bottom and then, very carefully, in between my legs. Finally you rub some cream on my bottom, pull my panties up, and turn me around. I wrap my arms tightly around you in a hug.

"Thank you daddy."

Since Deborah was in a good mood after her elimination we went down to the kitchen for a snack and a girl to dad talk. "I am very happy with your grades in school Debbe, but your behavior at home and with friends is a problem. I have scheduled a complete physical exam for you next week, a medical doctor, a gynecologist and a GI doctor. They will try to rule out any medical problems before we try other avenues. "

"I don't want it, please don't make me go to the doctor, please," Deborah begged, becoming weepy like a little girl.

"You don't get to make that decision, Debbie. I have arrange for Sue to go with us. She and I will take you even if you try to run away or fight with us. You have not been examined in two years so this is important even if there is nothing obviously wrong," I told her.

"Well, try to find me when you are ready to take me, I'll be at a friends house and I won't come home till the end of the day" Debbie said.

"That problem has been addressed already, little girl. Sue is coming this evening and staying until we bring you to the doctor. You may not like some of the things she has to do to keep you home, it will be easier for you if you calm down and cooperate."

"NO, NO, I won't" Debbie told me, becoming agitated.

At that moment Sue came in the back door to the kitchen and took Debbie by each arm from behind and putting her leg out, bent the little girl over her knee. Since Debbie had not gotten dressed after her trip to the bathroom her backside was exposed with just thin panties to protect it. Sue gave her four good slaps on her cheeks, paused for effect and gave Debbie four more pops on the backside. Debbie was in shock, ready to cry but too indignant to let the moment pass. "Stop, stop now, stop it hurts," she exclaimed but too late, Sue was already giving Debbie four more pops, producing a wailing outburst of tears. Sobbing and trying to reach back and protect her backside only left Debbie hanging loosely over Sue's leg.

"I'll tell you when I'm done, little girl, and I'm not done yet," Sue said, giving Debbie's backside four moor swats. Without a pause Sue lifted Debbie onto her feet and quickly propelled her to the stairs and up to her bedroom. "I'll tell you when she is ready for bed Steve, just give me a few minutes to get her ready," Sue said. The last I heard was Debbie's wailing and sobbing. I don't like to see her paddled but sometimes its the only way to get her attention.

I'm crying and struggling against Sue as she forces me upstairs and into my bedroom."

"This isn't fair!" I yell, "Why did you spank me? It hurt!!"

"Because you weren't behaving little girl. You need to listen when your daddy and I tell you to do things. We are in charge of you."

"No you aren't I'm an adult!"

Sue takes my arms and pins them behind my back, pulling my panties down with her other hand. Then she bends me over her knee and lets loose a barrage of spanks on my bottom. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!!!

"You are NOT an adult! You are a naughty little girl and we will be treating you like one. You aren't able to take care of yourself, that's why I'm here, to help your daddy take care of all your needs, especially your medical needs."

I continue sobbing over her knee but I go limp because I know there is no escape. My daddy and Sue are going to treat me like a little girl whether I want them to or not.

"Please Sue stop spanking me! I'll listen, I promise!"

She stops and lets me dry my tears while I'm still over her lap. Rubbing my back and bottom slowly, she is starting to make me feel better.

"Ok Debbie stand up for me please." I stand up and she pulls my shirt over my head. Then she starts to rummage through one of the bags she brought with her and finally pulls out a pink onesie with duckies all over it.

"Debbie these will be your pajamas from now on, they will keep our little girl nice and warm." She guides my legs and arms in and then zips up the back. I hear a lock slide into place and I realize that I can't take them off without Daddy or Sue helping me. I start to sniffle and cry as I realize I truly am just a little girl who needs constant looking after.

"There there, don't worry we will take good care of our little girl."

Sue picks me up and gives me a quick hug before bringing me to the bathroom. She brushes my teeth and washes my face for me, then picks me up again and lies me down in bed. Sue calls my daddy and tells him that I am ready for bedtime. He comes up the stairs and sits on one side of the bed while Sue sits on the other.

Sue and I sit next to Debbie and I tell the little girl, "We want you to grow up and we are going to do what we need to to help you. Tonight you need to get to sleep, a couple of doctors will be seeing you tomorrow to make sure that you don't have any medical problems holding you back," I say as Sue gently lifts Debbei to a sitting and unlocks the onsie,slipping it off of the girls arms and down to her legs. "Tonight you will be wearing a special kind of pantie. We may need to use these until you show us that you are growing up," I tell Debbie as Sue rolls her onto her tummy. I spread diaper ointment all over the girls bottom and crack as Sue slips a diaper under the girl.

We roll Debbie onto her back and Sue and I quickly apply the tapes on the diaper, pulling the legs snug to prevent leaks. "NO, you can't do this to me!" Debbie cries, but too late, Sue and I have slipped the onsie back over the girl and snapped the zipper lock.

"Now Debbie, this is all necessary so you will be safe tonight. Don't fight us and get all upset. It will be over in just a short time," I tell the little girl as Sue pulls the blanket up over Debbie. I quickly slip a restraint mitten on Debbei's right hand as Sue does the same to the left. Debbie looks at her mittened hands, tries to wiggle her fingers and begins to cry. I comfort her, saying "We will take good care of you and this will be over in just a short time, little girl."

Debbie begins to calm down as I lay her head on the pillow. Sue and I tuck in the blankets and quietly head for the door, dimming the light as we leave the room.

"I hope that she does not fight and keep herself awake," I say to Sue who nods in agreement.

"Tomorrow will be a big day for Debbei, having a medical doctor and a GYN examine her, I hope that she gets some rest." Sue says.

An hour later I walk quietly down the hall in stocking feet, pausing to listen at Deborah's door. She is weeping and I hear her say, "Debbie has been a bad girl and Daddy had to punish her".

Knowing that this is wrong I walk quietly into her room and sit on the recliner next to her bed. I release the mittens and remove them, holding her hands gently as I say, "Debbie is not a bad girl and Daddy did not mean to make her cry. I'm going to sit with you until you are sleeping."

I hold Debbie in my arms and gently rock her. As she relaxes she squeezes my fingers and mumbles, "Thank you Daddy, I love you Daddy" as she drifts off to sleep.

I wake up and immediately start crying. "Daddy! Daddy where are you?" You come running into my room. "What's wrong Debbie?"

"I have to go potty." "Well, go ahead sweetheart." "But daddy! Please please take off my mittens and my jammies so I can go to the toilet!!"

"Debbie you are wearing that diaper for a reason, you are a little girl and until you are ready to be a big girl you need to use it."

Shame and humiliation wash over me as I realize I am resigned to my fate and slowly let go. Hot pee fills my diaper and I can feel it sagging below me. Daddy can tell from the look on my face that I went.

"Good girl! Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Now lets get my babygirl changed and ready for the day!"

He lifts me up under my arms and then holds me against him, letting his hand support me right underneath my wet diaper, rubbing it in. I am too groggy and disoriented to complain much though. I just whimper as he slowly lays me down on a changing table.

"Deborah, we are going to see a couple of doctors this week. They will help us to understand why you act like a little girl so much. You behave in school and when you are out with your friends so can you tell me why you are a little girl at home? If you kind of like to be treated like a little girl that is OK. In fact, that is why I forced you to use your diaper last night. You have to decide for yourself what you like. Until we have an agreement you will be my baby until you decide to act like a young lady."

Debbi looks at me with tears in her eyes. "Daddy, I don't want to disappoint you, I want to be your little girl. Please don't be angry with me, you can tell me what you expect and I will try to grow into it. For now, I like diapers and I'm just acting like a spoiled little girl. I love you Daddy."

I lead Debbi to her changing table and removed the wet diaper. Her skin is getting pink so I clean her with baby wipes and put on a liberal amount of diaper cream. "Tonight I will be putting diaper ointment on your bottom. It will feel funny but It's what babies need." I put a thick disposable on her, it will be visible under her skirt and add to her humiliation at being a baby. Debbi gives my arm a hug and goes to put on her school clothing.

"I sent a special bag to your school nurse yesterday. She will be ready to change you when you need it. Starting tomorrow you will be getting stewed prunes with your breakfast so just expect them to work in a couple of hours. Your classmates should have an interesting reaction to a teenager filling a diaper."

Debbi goes off to school bu just before leaving for the bus she tells me, "I want to be your baby but please don't make me a baby at school."

When Debbi gets home from school I ask her to sit with me to discuss her care. "I do understand you not wanting to be a baby at school and I will not force you. You can wear big girl cloths and panties at school but you will still be a little girl at home until your behavior improves. How do you feel about that?"

"Daddy, thank you. I still want to be your little girl at home. Your discipline and control is helping me to see what I need to do to be a big girl. Can I still have my friends visit me at home? It's part of High School that I don't want to miss."

"Of course you can have friends at home but it will be your job to tell them about being a little girl. You have to make sure that they will accept your behavior and treatments I give you, discipline and punishment if needed. Do we have a plan for the next few months Deborah?"

"Yes Daddy, I'll talk to my friends. They will understand how we work together to help me grow up and they can learn from my experience with your control."

I send Debbi to do her homework while I prepare supper; adult food for me and toddler food for Debbi.