Escape From Baby Island - Conclusion

The three girls stood together, avoiding eye contact, shuffling uncomfortably, noses wrinkled all in a row.

They all knew what came next.

They all knew what they’d have to endure on camera, if they wanted to walk away with the cash prize.

Even now, having come all this way, thoughts of forfeit played in the girls’ heads, unsure if the following torment would be worth it.

“Welcome back!” Liam announced to the camera, grinning broadly. “In the last episode, we saw our girls build up their prize reserve–now, it’s just a matter of finding out who’s baby enough to sweep it all! First, let’s check in with how our contestants are doing.

Stepping up to Katie, he held out the microphone. “Katie, you’ve come a long way, and been an audience favorite throughout–how are you feeling about the mess you made in your diaper?”

“Pretty good, I–” Katie stopped and flushed pink.

…

Katie: “I thought he was going to ask about my chances! Shut up!”

…

The other two girls giggled, while Liam only smiled knowingly. “You certainly packed it–are you worried you’ll need to take a remedial potty training course once you’re home?”

“No!” Katie stamped her foot in annoyance. “I’m going to win this, because the fans love me, and then I’m never wearing another diaper again for as long as I live.”

“Sure, sure,” Liam said, moving on to Miranda. “How are you feeling?”

“How do you think?” Miranda asked. “I just have to hope the fans hate Katie more than they hate me. I’m really hoping it plays out okay.”

“Hate?” he asked. “Why hate?”

“I think they’ll want to see her get spanked more than me. Katie’s a smelly bitch, after all.” Katie shot a glare and leaned forward. Miranda only rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do, come over and wave your diaper in my face?”

“Just one more contestant.” Liam stepped over, holding up the mic for Sam. “How about you?”

“I’m going to win,” Sam said, simply, with perfect confidence. “I’ve been the underdog four episodes in a row, but now I’m going to win.”

“You sound pretty sure about yourself,” Liam said.

“Well the thing is, I’ve done some thinking–this hasn’t been a popularity contest at all, it’s been a humiliation contest. Clearly, everyone wants to see these other two embarrass themselves for as long as possible. I’ve barely scraped by every round, but now, I’ve just got to skate by as the unpopular choice.”

“Fair enough,” Liam said. “Well, here’s the deal everyone–however much money you made in the cash builder round, you only need to survive a single spanking in order to keep it. In order to sweep, though, you’ll need to make it through more spankings than either of your opponents–and your spankings are not equal to one another. If you got ten votes, you’ll need to survive ten spanks. If you got twenty, you’ll need to survive twenty. And whoever wins, they’ll be winning ten times what they made in the cash builder. Are you ready to find out how much you’ll win?”

The three of them nodded.

“Katie–congratulations, you’re taking home no less than six thousand dollars–if you can make it through your spanking!”

Katie’s eyes widened.

…

Katie: “That’s… even if I don’t multiply it, that’s a lot of cash.”

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“Miranda, you did quite well–make it through, and you’ll bring home eight thousand dollars!”

Miranda put her hands to her face in shock.

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Miranda: “I mean, I counted during the event, but I thought I only made it to seven!”

…

“Lastly, Sam. You said you were going to win, right?”

“Right,” Sam nodded.

“Well, how does a starting prize of nine thousand dollars sound to you?”

“Hell yeah!” Sam pumped her fist in the air, triumphant.

A moment passed, as they all recognized what came next.

The spanking.

…

The weather on the island was calm, still, warm and breezy and perfect. A gull flew overhead, waves crashed on the beach, fish swam through the water.

And just off the coast, three girls laid forward over color-coded benches, messy, smelly diaper butts sticking out in the air, facing each other. To keep it perfectly fair and consistent, large machines with rubber paddles sat ready to go, programmed in to give each girl their deserved spanking on their mushy behinds.

“Are you ready for your first spanking?” Liam asked.

They all nodded.

“I’m going to crush you two,” Katie said.

“You wish,” Sam replied.

Miranda just stuck out her tongue.

The machines rolled to life.

WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!

The first wave of rubber paddles smacked down and each girl jumped, wincing as the weight and the momentum stung against the seat of their diapers, hurting even through the padding, smushing their respective messes into their bottoms.

WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!

Another spank, which stung more than the first, the bare edge of the rubber end slapping against their thighs.

WHAP!WHAP!WHAP!

Miranda whimpered, biting her lip. Sam grinned. “What, that’s all you can take?”

WHAP!WHAP!

On the next round, Sam was spared. No spanking for her.

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Sam: “Okay, I mean… I know I was unpopular, but that’s almost embarrassing. Only three votes? Come on! Not that I’m complaining, but–okay, maybe I’m complaining.”

…

WHAP!WHAP!

Another spank for Katie and Miranda. Katie squirmed, her diaper waggling in the air, glaring at her competitors. “You two’ve had enough?”

WHAP!

On the next round, Miranda was spared.

“Only five?” she said, eyes widening. She could make it through five.

WHAP!

Katie’s eyes bulged. “Come on!”

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

“It just isn’t fair!” Katie whimpered.

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Katie: “Ten? How many more votes did I get? Screw each and every one of you!”

…

WHAP!

“While we’re waiting for Katie to get done,” Liam said. “How about we hear from our viewers at home? One person wrote, ‘#BiggestBabyOnTheIsland - Whelp if i wasn't going to hell for being gay, I'm definitely going to hell for how much I enjoyed those messing close ups lol. Sam I know what you've been up to... I say bad girl gets the spankings…’”

WHAP!

“What’s he talking about?” Miranda asked, glancing at Sam.

WHAP!

Sam avoided eye contact with her.

WHAP!

“Sam, what…” Miranda trailed off.

WHAP!

…

Miranda: “Wait a minute… ‘Bad girls’, She ‘Lost it’... Oh. My. God.”

…

WHAP!

Miranda screamed, “You’re a fucking cheater!”

“No I’m not!” Sam shot back. “It wasn’t against the rules!”

WHAP!

“Hah! I knew you did something!” Miranda declared, triumphant. “You–you hid my pacifier, didn’t you?”

WHAP!

“F***!” Katie screamed, her face bright red as she held on through the spanking.

WHAP!

“And what was I supposed to do? Just roll over and let you win?” Sam demanded.

WHAP!

“You were my friend!” Miranda screamed. “Screw you! I’m going to win this just so you can’t!”

WHAP!

And with that, final spank, the machines fell silent for a moment.

“That’s one spanking for each girl!” Liam announced. “Katie, you’re quite the popular girl–that was twenty one spanks on your tush! How are you feeling?”

Katie’s eyes were watery and red, but her jaw was set. Facing a camera, she half-screamed, half-whimpered, “You want to push me out? Well it’s not going to be that easy.”

“Are you all ready for another round?” Liam asked.

They all nodded.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Sam’s spanking ended.

WHAP!

WHAP!

Miranda gritted her teeth and survived hers as well.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

…well, you get the idea.

Two spankings in, and Katie was a watery-eyed, sniffling mess. Her diaper had been half-pulped, the brown stain smeared against her and barely contained by the plastic shell, and when her second spanking got through, she shook her head.

“Giving up?” Liam asked.

She nodded. “I…I can’t.”

“Well then, it’s down to two!”

Katie got off her bench, rubbing at the outer shell of her diaper. “C-can I go change?”

“Nope!” Liam beamed.

Another spanking began.

And another.

And another.

Miranda glared Sam down. Though her spankings were almost twice as long, she was furious, and she didn’t let a hint of pain show in her face, even as her own mushy tush got paddled again and again and again, skin starting to turn red beneath the leg cuffs.

Sam glared right back.

“It was just strategy,” she said.

“Screw you,” Miranda grunted back.

“No hard feelings?”

“Lots of hard feelings!”

Ten spankings passed. Thirty swats to Sam, Fifty to Miranda.

Ten more.

The machine kept running, with Sam getting a two-swat reprieve while Miranda got no letup whatsoever.

Both girls faces began to shake and falter, both their bottoms trembled.

On the twenty fifth spanking, Liam stepped in. “How are you girls doing?”

Miranda sucked in a breath. Her butt wiggled, she adjusted herself, and then her face turned placid. “I could sit here all day.”

WHAP!

“FINE!” Sam screamed. “Ugh! Whatever! I give up!”

An air horn pulsed, and the spanking machines gave one last swat for good measure before falling dead.

Miranda fell back from the bench, sweaty and exhausted but grinning triumphantly. “WOOOOOO–”

…

Miranda: “I won! I won!” Doing a little dance in her seat, she sang, “It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday!”

…

Getting to her feet, Miranda ran in a circle, pumping her fists in the air, her decimated diaper sagging tenuously around her waist. Sam just sat there, stunned, unable to believe she’d lost.

“Congratulations, Miranda!” Liam announced. “You just proved yourself to be the Biggest Baby on Baby Island!”

She ran over, grabbing the mic from his hand and facing the camera. “Hell yeah! You like that?” Turning around, she waved her diaper right at the lens. “I WON, and everyone who voted for me can kiss my ass!”

Sam and Katie exchanged a glance. Katie just made a face and stuck out her tongue. Sam shrugged, smiled, and sat back.

“Thank you all for watching,” Liam said, facing the camera. “And we hope we’ll see you next season, on ‘Escape From Baby Island’!”