SubscribeStar Story: The Babysitter, Part 34

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Part 34

Alyssa

I woke up to someone knocking on my bedroom door.

“Miley?” It was Noelle. In my groggy state, it took me a moment to remember the fact that this wasn’t my average summer morning. Thanks to my sister, I currently had a babysitter who believed I was the teenager who lived a few doors down. She gave two more firm knocks, then called through the door, “Miley, I’m coming in. It’s time to get up.”

The frustrating thing was, I was actually the kind of girl who woke up fairly early. Always right when the alarm went off, too; I definitely didn’t need someone to wake me like Paige sometimes did for trips and events that required getting up before 7 AM. Not wanting Noelle’s first impression of me this morning to be the image of a cliché teen girl who was still sleeping even after a knock on the door, I shifted in my bed and started to sit up.

Before I could get very far, my movements drew attention to the wetness beneath me. Gasping as I realized what that meant, and suddenly wide awake as I felt how my panties were clinging to me and that my bare thighs were pressing down into the damp sheets, I instinctively flung the covers off myself and leapt to my feet.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself. While I was plenty shocked and embarrassed about how I had somehow wet the bed, those emotions quickly took a backseat to the sudden urge I had to hop in the shower and wash myself off.

Upon discovering the inexplicable overnight accident I had had, however, I completely forgot about Noelle. “You awake?” she asked, while opening the door and taking a single step inside.

“WAIT.” Completely panicking and half tempted to dive back under the covers to keep Noelle from seeing what I had done, I tried to stall instead after glimpsing the soaked mattress in the dim morning light. “Umm, hold on. Give me a minute?” The problem was, I was clearly standing and dressed, and she could see that just by peeking in.

“Nonsense. You’re already up,” Noelle said. With no warning, she flipped the switch by the door and turned on the overhead lights, “Remember, today’s your chance for a fresh start. You should really-” It was painfully obvious when she noticed by the way she cut herself off. “ . . . Did you wet the bed, Miley?”

There was no hiding it. In my haste to get off the disgusting sheets, I had thrown the covers far enough away that the large wet spot was easily visible. And, of course, the noticeable darkness on my shorts made it evident that this hadn’t been a simple spill of a water glass or something. I had barely processed things myself, so I certainly wasn’t ready for Noelle to put me on the spot. “No, I, umm- It’s a prank or something!” When I first blurted it out, it was a combination of self preservation and the fact that Paige was almost always the one who made things difficult for me. The more I thought about it, however, the more sense it made. Between wetting the bed out of nowhere vs. being set up by my step-sister and her friends, the latter was far more likely. “Paige must have done something. I mean, I didn’t recognize that pill, and-”

“Uh huh. It’s always your older sister out to get you, isn’t it? You know what I think? You’re trying to frame Paige. Because clearly a girl your age wouldn’t do something like this, so it’s all her fault. Or, maybe this is your way of getting back at me. Since I put you to bed early, you decided to have an ‘accident’ like a little girl.” She actually used air quotes. “And here I was, thinking we could start today on the right foot.”

Wait, what? She thought I did this on purpose? That was insane. Then again, she believed I was Miley. Would the real brat do something so excessive to prove that she couldn’t be controlled? It didn’t really matter. For the time being, I was ‘Miley,’ and there was no way I was about to let Noelle think I would do that. “Of course not!” I protested, “I just . . . ” Just woke up to find out that I had wet myself overnight? I couldn’t think of a single excuse that wouldn’t make me look bad in one way or another.

Noelle knew it, too. In retrospect, she had probably suggested those concepts for the sake of more efficiently trapping me into admitting the truth. “Which one is it, Miley? Was it an accident, or was it on purpose?”

Neither. It was Paige. There was no way something like that would just happen to me, and on the exact night I was stuck with Miley’s babysitter. Except Noelle wouldn’t listen to me, as I had cried wolf too many times in her eyes. Paige had been nothing but polite and helpful when Noelle was in the room, and saved her real personality for when it was just me and her friends. Without being able to point the finger at the actual culprit, I was at a loss for words.

“How about this?” she said, “Why don’t we call Paige in and ask her?”

“No!” I exclaimed. Whether or not this was my sister’s fault, the last thing I needed was for her to see with her own eyes that I wet the bed. It would almost be worse than how she had witnessed me being spanked over Noelle’s lap. “I, umm- It was an accident,” I muttered. As humiliating as it was to confess that I wet the bed, whether I was eighteen or ‘thirteen,’ I wasn’t actually the rebellious teenager she thought I was. There was no way I could confidently claim I did something like that intentionally and have the right attitude to back it up. Nor would I want to, when that could potentially cause Noelle to escalate her intense babysitting methods.

“Was that so difficult? You should try honesty more often, Miley,” Noelle closed the bedroom door, “Now, I do have some more questions for you, but they can wait a few minutes. Go rinse off. I’ll deal with your bedding. If you want this to stay between us, I expect you to behave like a proper young lady all morning. Do you think you can manage that?”

I couldn’t believe it. She was using the bedwetting as a tactic to keep me in line! I shouldn’t have been that surprised, considering she was hired specifically because so many sitters before her had failed. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t really Miley, but I was stunned that Noelle would so quickly weaponize an experience that was humiliating enough by itself.

At the same time, I was in no position to complain. I very much wanted to shower, and talking with Noelle for this long while my own pee was causing my panties to cling to me had been uncomfortable enough. Pretty much any response that wasn’t reluctant affirmation would result in an unwanted delay. I just gave an awkward nod of my head, then shuffled off to the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I began peeling off my shorts and underwear together.

Being careful to keep my hands clean and dry along the way, it wasn’t long before I noticed the unexpected bareness below my waist.

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