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Really dear, where did you learn your manners? You must ask permission to be excused from the table.” I looked over at the Landlady, her hand still on my shoulder. Sure… lot’s of fun! Nothing like waking up bound and gagged. I thought you said earlier you wanted to repay me?”
Mrs. Fairchild began to tsk-tsk. I could feel my pen-s, still tightly caught in the vise of her thighs, shriveling. “Now look what my naughty girl has done. We'll have to do something about this, won't we Princess?” I could only shudder, imagining what lay ahead. Dig in pooky!” Her sing-song voice filled my ears as I struggled to swallow the warm glop. What had I done
No another word snookums!! Now let's see your pwettiest curtsy to show Auntie Dearest how much you love your pwetty dress-dress because Auntie's little toddler has a LOT to do today!”
Not another word out of you sweetlips!! su-k your lolly and not a peep!” The woman who was working on me, who was named Sandra, started giggling. She proceeded to give me a full body wax. I did not have very much hair on my body to begin with, what little there was was very thin and wispy, but when Sandra was finished there was not a single hair anywhere below my eyebrows. It was a long laborious process, and when she was finally finished, Sandra rubbed soothing aloe lotion on every inch of by now baby-soft skin. I'm laughing about it now but at the time it was a really big thing for me, so I know what your going through. Honestly, how ungrateful!! Here I am thinking only of your comfort, and you can only respond with silly impertinance! Now put this on immediately!” She thrust the dress at me. Her burst of anger caused me to reach out for the garment. My recent spanking still throbbing, I carefully removed my nightgown and pulled the dress over my head, bringing my arms through the lace trimmed sleeves. I hadn’t thought about it before, but today was becoming revelatory I terms of how clearly I was now seeing … Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone
Auntie has been thinking alot about something that my adorable little Princess said to her the other day, do you remember diddums?” She reached over with her gloved hand and pinched my cheek so hard that I yelped. “You said you didn't want to 'dress like a 12 year old girl' and that you wanted something 'more suitable.' Well Princess is going to get her wish!”
My intuition tells me that you are not a bad child. However, everyone needs nudging in the right direction occasionally. What is going to follow could be thought of as just such a nudge.’ Oh and don’t try to create situations where your mum have to strap you, it would be selfish and not very fair to her (and she might cotton on). Ma’am?...’ Though I thought I knew what she meant, the moment had such a surreal quality that I think I was looking for reassurance that this was real, rather than questioning her judgment. Please no!” I began to wail. She just crooked her finger again. Shaking like a leaf, I approached her, and she presented the hairbrush. The point is, all this wondering, built up an incredible amount of anticipation, so much so that by the time I got home I was tingling with a mixture of fear, anticipation and what I now know to be sexual excitement. These thoughts and imaginings had aroused me sexually and my nether-regions were on fire, if you know what I mean. So by the time my mum told me to bend over for what was to be the slippering of my life and her shoe came to rest on my bottom, I nearly had an orgasm. At the time I didn’t recognise the feeling for what it (nearly) was, but I now know that’s what happened. Like you I was walloped pretty hard but although my bottom was stinging like it had never been before and I was tearful, I was quivering all over with excitement and my pants were wet. The excitement lasted for a few hours, then I calmed down, and things pretty much returned to normal.Do you think you behaviour is appropriate, mature, constructive – in general, is it how it should be?’ My knees shaking, I felt myself drop in a deep curtsy as Auntie Dear stood over me triumphantly. When I looked up and saw my image in the full length mirror, I froze as a shuddering orgasm filled my satin lined diaper. I awoke in the middle of the night. It was dark, and I realized I was trapped in the crib...and i had to go pee.....really bad. I wondered for a moment about calling out to my mother to let me out, then realized something. I was wearing a diaper. What would it feel like to just wet it, like a real baby? I might as well put it to good use!
With that, she lowered my underpants to my ankles. I didn't like this concept one bit. I started to protest. Your not having sex yet, so you don't actually have to do anything about it. If you have dreams or fantasies about being spanked, please don't get upset or feel dirty. You are normal, and your desires are normal. Now my wife is the woman that spanks me when I feel Ineed to be punished or behave like a naughty little boy. She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. As I pushed away from the table, I thought for a minute about questioning her about this, since it was early and I didn't particularly want to bathe. But I already knew better. I went up to my room, which had an adjoining bathroom with a large tub. I ran the water. As the tub was filling Mrs. Fairchild came up behind me with a box and began duumping a powder into the water. Fragrant bubbles immediately began to fill the tub.Now that my hairless freshly waxed crotch was exposed, I was acutely aware that I had not used the bathroom since waking. “Ummmmmmm, Auntie Dearest, can I please use the toil, uh I mean the potty?” I looked up expectantly.
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