Alyssa sighed at the nervous squirming woman child in front of her. Ellie had chosen to forego cleaning her room, wanting to finish binging her favorite show instead of listening to her mothers. The week had been long and she wanted to relax!
But Vicky having had enough of her daughter not listening sent Alyssa up to deal with their naughty 32 year old with the belt.
Vicky would go up and coddle her after her pow pow. See, the women found that their Elliebear reacted well to the good cop bad cop dynamic. She craved to have mommy be firm and hold her accountable. She secretly loved that she melted and her knees knocked at the threat of mommy whoopin her. She craved for Vicky to be “mama”the one that babied her the most even in her discipline.
With Vicky it was Spankies over the knee like a little girl. Or the schoolgirl punishment of Mr. Brush on her bare tush until she blubbered like a baby.Diapers and her binky after. Occasionally even a suckle on mama’s booby 🙈🙈. Allie had snuck a picture of the first time she’d seen it happen. Shocked at how adorable and small a woman could still look being held and rocked as she suckled her mother’s nipple, a quivering reddened bottom and thighs peeking from her padded posterior.
But right now the 32 year old was standing in front of Alyssa being scolded for her laziness. For not listening to her mama that morning when instructed to clean her room.
“And you know what’s going to happen now dont you little girl?”
“Yes mommy.” She rocked from side to side hands instinctively going to cover her front becuase the woman-child knew that she’d be bared soon enough, her lady bits that men loved to envision becoming nothing but a bare woo woo in front of her mommies when being punished.
Alyssa watched her daughter’s squirminess with a small amused grin. Would she ever grow up? Would they just need to teach her future husband how they took care of her? How she still needed structure and spankings and diapers and coddling?
“You are laying over that bed, those pants down and your naughty heiny up for mommy to spank.”
The urge to potty grew in the lawyer, but the woman child tried to hide it. She hadn’t had an accident in a week and she was proud!
But Alyssa knew the difference between her nervous squirming and her potty dance. This was clearly the latter. She thought about taking her daughter to use the potty but decided she would let the child, I mean adult, be a big girl and ask if she needed to use it… but something told her their poor Elliebear would be stubborn and try and “hold it.”
“Tummy down and get those legs up Elllie. Your botty need some time with mommy’s belt but first I need you to lay in timeout looking as silly as you acted with that pantied bottom on display!”
The nervous girl pouted and whimpered all the way to her bed, pulled her corduroy pants down past her knees, and laid down for her tummy timeout.
….she couldn’t help the girlish humpies that only made her need to potty stronger!
P.S. when I haven’t had time to be my baby self I sometimes get the random (not so random) urge to just throw myself on my bed, suck my thumb, and hump, hump away.