Chapter 11: Repentance

Straining her visage to an extent that made her look quite comical, Rukia was bewildered, as Orihime had slipped off her panties but declared that the spanking was over. "What else can she do to me?" thought Rukia pensively; Orihime had not moved her just yet, making to rub the reddened backside and thighs of her victim. Rukia tried to squirm after a little bit of rubbing, but Orihime's hand was still firmly, yet gently clasped around Rukia's wrist, and struggling only exacerbated the pain in her rear, whilst adding to the post-spanking drowsiness.

Finally, lifting the veil of thick and stuffy anticipation that had fallen upon the room, Orihime picked Rukia up by the arm as she had done before, and was standing in less than a moment. Rukia winced at this; just standing had made her swollen backside throb with electric pain, as though she'd just been slapped anew. However, the sting became dull quickly after, and Rukia was peering up at Orihime a moment later.

"Well?" Rukia sheepishly ventured, her face beet red, and blush, even then.

"Well, what?" Inoue responded, stretching with her free hand, smarter than to let Rukia free and think the punishment was totally through.

"What is my second punishment….dare I ask? Rukia's attitude had returned a bit, but a flash from Rukia made her rephrase. "I mean…if I may ask…"

"Someone is quite eager…all right then, this way,"

Inoue led her captive back to the futon she'd just been upon Hinamori on. There was the dull scent of the soap and shampoo used to bathe Momo still lingering on it. It lulled Rukia like the pre-spanking rub had done before, and she was pacified, if for the time being. Orihime regarded Rukia, her hands running the length of the girl's bare hips, as if making some sort of mental measurement. Meekly, Rukia watched those hands move, wary of any new slapping, or physical punishment. With amazement, none came, and Orihime sighed deeply, nodding to herself, the rosy smile had returned as if it had never left. To this, Rukia was a bit scared, wondering what about "punishment" could make Inoue so happy.

"Hmm, it should work just fine, and fit too…"

"What should fit?" Rukia inquired, until a push on her shoulders shocked her.

With gentle force, Orihime had thrust down on Rukia, forcing the petite lady to her sore bottom. The sting rocketed through her again, and a yelp filled the room for only a moment. Regaining what was left of her composure, Rukia was then settled to her back. In this position, her dress still rolled up around her naked bits, she felt vulnerable, attack closing in on all sides. A burning filled her face, so bad she felt tears were near, but Orihime was already looking away, making busy with a bag of some sort, obscured from view behind Inoue's well-made body.

"This…..is what should fit," replied Orihime taking up the white rectangle, and showing it to Rukia.

"What is that?" Rukia quizzically inquired, taking the thing into her hands and looking it over. She new she had seen something made of the same material just a little while ago, but with the punishment still swimming in her head, it was hard to gather just where she had seen this prior to the moment it was in her hands.

Having said nothing in a great long while, Momo giggled furiously, knowing exactly what Rukia was holding. The small giggle became a total laugh, as Hinamori forgot she was next in line for punishment, and simply let out her frustrations in that jostling titter. Orihime and Rukia both took glances at Hinamori, and when Rukia's eyes had fallen to Momo's encased posterior she could only crookedly turn her head back to the folded object in her hands.

"Ah!" Rukia shouted indignantly and fearfully, as if the diaper was some kind of torture device. "I will not wear that!" She protested; a small part of her confidence and ego had returned in spades.

"Hee-hee, Rukia, that's a very funny thing to say," began Orihime, her voice both innocent and motherly; that giggle at the inception of her sentence sent cold fire throughout Rukia as she anxiously turned her head.

"Why is it funny?! I'm not going to wear it!"

"Well, it's funny because, right now, you sound like you have a choice in wearing it…"

Just like when Orihime's surprising strength had kept her rooted to her lap, this utterance from Inoue make Rukia jump in fear, as if she'd been scalded, and was afraid the pot of water would fall over upon her. Rukia was seemingly locked in place. Orihime had no bonds on her, yet for some reason, she couldn't move at all, all she could do was stare at Orihime, and then look dreadfully to the diaper in her hands. Neither said a word, and the veil lifted earlier descended back upon them thicker than a mist upon the shore.

The silence made Hinamori quite jumpy, since she didn't know what was going on, if anything. For a moment she feared having gone deaf, but the ticking of the clock was an indication that she still, in fact, had her hearing. She made a shy attempt to turn her head, but the movement, against the wholly inanimate room gave her away.

"Momo, corner please," Orihime insisted, not even having to look back over at Hinamori a second time before her order was complied with.

This command caused Rukia and Hinamori to both yelp. The tone and inflection was so icy cold, and yet so beautiful; it was almost impossible that the sound had some from Orihime. Though her voice had normally sounded quite precocious, it had never had that elegant, powerful, and liquid feeling that drenched the soul in subservience. Hinamori's head was buried in the corner as far as she could push it without hurting herself, and Rukia's guarding hands hand fallen to her sides. She just wanted to see that frown on Inoue's face go away, it was sickeningly terrifying.

"I'll…I'll wear it…Miss Inoue…" Rukia said closing her eyes, hoping to open them when it was done. However a feeling in her stomach caused the eyes to open prematurely. Orihime was tickling her, the grin on her face back once again.

"Good then, glad to see you're accepting of what you deserve. It's imperative that we learn the lessons presented before us," Orihime lectured absentmindedly, much like herself, her hand returning to the diaper, unfolding it, fluffing the stuffing as if it were already second nature to her.

The crinkling sound, the color, and material made Rukia cringe, even though fighting it was out of the question. Where would she go if she left the Inoue residence? Ichigo's father was worse than this, even if Yuuzu and Karin did their best to control him. Also…sleeping in Ichigo's room alone, would be depressing. Even the soreness in her bottom told Rukia she was better off bearing the indignity of her actions and staying with Orihime, where she was at least guaranteed company. Something about the whole ordeal, even though Rukia had grown to loathe the idea of being babied, was much more interesting that lazing about the Kurosaki Residence.

Rukia was quite startled, even knowing what was happening, when Orihime hoisted her legs into the air and slipped the fluffiness under her. Lowering her back to the ground, the soft, inner material was soothing on the sore, slightly battered bottom of Rukia's. Orihime set to work now doing what she did for Hinamori. She dusted Rukia in powder, the pleasing scent of which made Rukia slightly less apprehensive, but still guarded and unhappy. She crossed her arms and tried not to crack a smile as the tickling feeling of the powdering being rubbed into her skin filled her. She looked to the side, and put on her biggest and most artificial pout.

Orihime laughed herself, as the small patch of curly ebony hair, darker than even Hinamori's, bristled under her hand. When the powder had been equally and properly dispersed, Orihime sprinkled a little on the padding itself, before continuing on getting the thing affixed to Rukia. She'd had a good bit of practice, it wasn't that hard to do this, but the feeling of power that was flooding her was an impediment that was fueled by her glee at the role of "mommy."

"Don't be so grumpy…" Orihime suggested, pulling the front of what was once the white rectangle, up and flush to Rukia's middle.

The feeling was both degrading and deplorable, Rukia blushed deeply, and wanted to groan and moan, like a child, in displeasure. However, she made sure not to make so much as a whine, continuing to confirm that she was definitely not a baby. Though the puffy garment eagerly being taped around her said otherwise, Rukia was intent on proving she was a "good girl" and getting back in Orihime's favor. The diaper was the oddest thing she'd felt between her legs. It was both like underwear and not all at once. It was too thick to walk properly in, and it was too soft to agitate her sore back. The puffy whiteness made it look like panties, but the odd noise it made when she moved was apparently quite different from the silence that the counterpart offered.

As the last crackle of the tape was emitted, Hinamori had a good mind to turn around again, but feared for her own backside, and decided not to chance it. The waiting game was pulling at her desperately, not to mention the fact that she was sure she'd leaked by now.

"Will that get me a worse punishment?" she thought to herself, whimpering audibly, to which Orihime finally responded.

"All right, Rukia. We're done, you can take a nap now, if you want, I know you must be exhausted, I have to deal with Hinamori…"

Rukia nodded. "Yes'm," she answered, feeling the pressure of sleep on her eyes for the first time in a while. Her hands were just able to unroll her dress over the diaper before they gave up and fell to her sides. The raw and painful feeling of the spanking had dulled by only so much, and sleep was inescapable, even with that thickness and odd feeling betwixt her thighs. Rukia was snoring madly in seconds.

Before Orihime had even begun to move towards her, Hinamori had straightened, her demeanor was once more rigid, quiet, and had the utmost caution in every fiber of it. She was genuinely terrified of being spanked like Rukia, afraid desperately of having that hairbrush rubbed against her bottom. Of everything that had happened to Rukia, only one thing made Hinamori a little less nervous, the fresh diaper. It'd been a couple hours since she'd been changed, the feeling of the sogginess, and the beginning of a rash were weighing upon her. If she'd not been paralyzed by fear she'd have, no doubt, been wiggling with discomfort.

"Hello, sweetie," Orihime sung gently, her voice was so inviting and warm, like heated cream. She was rubbing Hinamori's back gently, removing her from the corner, before Momo had even snapped out of the placidity her voice had caused.

"Hello…mommy…" Hinamori didn't even try hiding it now; she was perfectly content with calling Orihime mommy, even if it was terribly strange, it just worked for her. "Are…you going to punish me, Orihime-mommy?" she asked, having to bridge the name because she'd already started saying it before she could stop.

"Yes, baby," Inoue whispered gently. "But don't worry; you're not in for anything too harsh.

"Are you going to spank me?"

"Actually, I wasn't going to…I was merely going to make you sit in the corner tomorrow morning…"

"Mommy, you can spank me…." Hinamori shyly replied back. "I deserve it for fighting…"

"Are you sure? I know you weren't as naughty as little Rukia, you don't need it really…" Orihime was unsure of whether she should just comply, or do what she had planned, this part of motherhood was a little unexpected.

"Will I get it as hard as Rukia if I'm sure?" asked Hinamori, feeling a little safer that she could still back out, unhappy that her mouth had spoken without right, for the whole of her body.

"Of course not, Miss Kuchiki had her attitude adjustment a long time coming; you'd only get my palm on your little back," Orihime assured, giving a false swat to the back of the thoroughly saturated diaper.

Relieved, Hinamori nodded furiously, just wanting to be in Orihime's hold once more, no matter how. "Yes, please spank me, I'm sure!" she exclaimed breathily, now totally set on being Orihime's good little girl, no matter what.

"Well, then it's settled, come with me,"

Inoue led Hinamori, as she had done with Rukia, over to the beanbag chair. She had to straighten it out a little before sitting, but even then it was obvious something would be clearly different between this spanking and the prior. Orihime stared at her little one with a bit of wonderment, which only lasted a second. She clicked her tongue, and then snapped her fingers. Bringing Hinamori to her front the flush little shinigami shrilly whined, not knowing what was happening.

"What did I do?" she cried quietly.

"Nothing…but I just realized I have to take the wet diaper off!" Orihime grinned, watching relief spread over Hinamori, who was apparently shaken by the thought of having done another bad thing.

"I guess so…" Hinamori trailed off, still a good bit anxious, so unnerved by the thought of being spanked only to go right ahead and ask for it. She didn't know what had spurred that inside of her, but the idea now felt right, it was not only what she wanted, it was what Momo needed.

As if alive, the diaper seemed just as wanting to be off of Hinamori, as she wanted it off of herself. It slid down her leg the minute one of the four tapes was removed. The balancing act of undoing the tapes and keeping the garment up until that was done made Orihime display a determined face, sitting down complicated the measure. At long last Momo was freed from her soggy prison, though she didn't much think of the diapers in the same way the newly padded Rukia must have. With it off, however, there was nothing holding up the punishment. Trembling with fearful, anxious longing, Hinamori felt herself tenderly guided back to Orihime's side.

Looking down upon those soft thighs, their fullness and womanly curve both curiously piquing Momo and making her jealous, one could not help but feel invited, as such Hinamori was lying herself on them before Orihime could even ease her down. The result was an awkward position which Orihime could only giggle at, as she moved Hinamori's round backside forward, into proper position upon her legs. When she was both comfortably and properly aligned Orihime patted that milky pale bottom.

"I'm sorry for being naughty…" Hinamori whined gently, feeling like the gentle pats were already turned to full-fledged spanks.

"It's quite all right; it takes a big girl to request the punishment she believes is fair,"

"Thanks…momma-Orihime," Momo whispered, her body and buns tensing already for the spanking to come, fear coursing through her, which caused a slight trembling in her little rear. Orihime put her hand down against those shivering cheeks, quelling them nicely before leaning down and kissing Hinamori atop her head.

"Be brave, my baby," Orihime murmured in that ephemeral, entrancing mother's voice, instantly dispelling Momo's fear. Settling down only caused a slight bit of anguish, as the first spank caught her bottom totally off guard, sending Hinamori into a soft jump, making a gentle yelp.

"Ouchie!" she whimpered, but quickly went quiet as a hand rubbed her head.

The continuing spanks definitely did hurt, but it was a kind of hurt that was both tolerable and wanted. The soft sting that was emitted into her flesh with each swat of Orihime's caressing palm caused a plethora of emotions to spark inside Hinamori. One of them was most obviously pain, as she whimpered for a good deal of the punishment. But the latent effects were much more dramatic. A pulling in her tummy, like when they had kissed, returned to Hinamori, and the blush on her face was one of both pain and infatuation. She wanted the spanking to get harsher, deep down, as much as she wanted it to end.

The "punishment" dragged on for a length bit of time. Hinamori had controlled her yelps and cries of pain and affection by trying to find a pattern in Orihime's spanking. The swift sting was dull now, and turning more into a lasting pain, which had dyed her once cream-white bottom a slight tinge of pomegranate, or maybe pink, Orihime couldn't really decide, it was just all too cute. The lingering lineage of her lasting lust had also crept back into her, and Orihime found her spanks become more a slap and a grope, rather than the brisk spanking she'd given to Rukia.

Momo had long since noticed this quite stark change in the way she was striking, but it was not as if she was going to complain about it. What reason did she have to? This was exactly what she wanted. Every bit of it was her desire, the punishment, the pain, and the deep, incredible longing in every swat. It would be an outright lie to deny that was the same for Orihime, who, despite the nature of her actions, was in love with spanking, and just touching in general, that almost forbidden expanse of skin below Hinamori's waist.

Good things can't last forever, and that thought was true when Orihime's hand finally became too tired to muster anymore spanking, her own palm colored the same as Momo's delicate bottom, a peachy red, that seemed to emanate heat, of both pain and love.

"I'm sorry, mommy-Orihime," breathed Momo in sheer bliss and relief, her backside feeling as though it was bouncing, when she was quite in place, aloft on Orihime's cushy thighs.

"More than forgiven…Momo sweetie," was all that was replied, though the gravity of their words meant far more than could ever be expressed with the trivial notion of "words."

Inoue drew Hinamori into a hug, holding her tight as tears of pain finally ran down Hinamori's face. She was smiling throughout though, Orihime's gentle hands stroking her stinging tail. Orihime's sore palm worked against tender bottom for some time, it was a quite proficient and loving back and forth, round and round path. The hand touched all within that domain, back and thighs included. Ultimately, Hinamori had closed her eyes shut tight and grasped onto Orihime like a debris from a sinking vessel. She was silent, but in heaven on so many levels.