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Chapter 4: Ultimatum

8:00 PM.  Exactly two hours remained before I needed to be back home at the Rivers Estate.  Considering the various punishments that I have received from my mother in the past, I certainly didn’t want to put her to the test.  Not only could I potentially risk not being able to go to a friend’s house again, but there could also be some additional consequences associated with breaking my mother’s strict 10:00 PM curfew.  One that I considered to be much too early for a Friday night. 

I might have even considered 11:00 PM to be more acceptable.  And if it was midnight, that would definitely be manageable.  But 10:00?  For goodness sake, mother.  I am almost 16 years old, and I would like to at least have some semblance of responsibility and maturity.  Something that my poor sister Abby just didn’t have.  And I blamed it on mother, as she was simply overwatering a plant.  She was stunting Abby’s growth and would simply not allow my sister to grow up.  Why did she offer the privilege to me, and not to her?

8:04 PM.  I received a tap on the shoulder from Renee.  My eyes darted around, looking for Gina, but she was nowhere to be found.  I glanced over at Renee and smiled.  “What is it, Renee?”

Renee pointed over to the spacious hot tub.  “The hot tub is finally empty.  Would you like to join me for some discussion?  Some of it has to do with tomorrow’s plans.”

I nervously glanced around, trying to see where Gina wandered off to.  “Sure,” I told her.  “But where’s Gina?  Is she anywhere around the pool?  I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

Renee nodded.  “Oh.  Gina told me that she was off to the bathroom.  After a couple sodas and all those appetizers, she had to answer that call of duty…” she then whispered into my ears.  “This is between you and me, but she told me that she was in a hurry.  That she was about to shit her pants…”

I frowned as I glanced at the bottom of my one-piece swimsuit.  “Um, suit?” I told her.  “She would shit her suit, not pants…”

Renee laughed.  “Oh Gabby.  You are always so literal!  So yeah.  Wanna join me in the hot tub for a few?”

I nodded and followed Renee to the completely vacant hot tub.  Renee rotated the nearby dial to turn the jets on in the hot tub.

8:08 PM.  We both stepped into the hot tub, and I kept nervously glancing around, hoping to spot Gina.

Renee recognized my anxiety and frowned.  “Gab, what’s your problem?”

I sighed.  “It’s the stupid curfew that my mother set.  I have to be home by 10:00 or I am going to be in so much trouble.”

Renee gave me an understanding nod.  “Oh.  Okay.  Well, I’m very sorry that I can’t help you.  My mother is not going to pick me up until 11:00.  Mostly everyone is going to take off at that time.  Maybe you can try to get her attention when she comes back?”

I nodded, as I felt the intense heat and the current from the bubbles that were surfacing in the whirlpool, which I could tell was bigger than the one that I sat in back at home.  For comparison, this whirlpool looked to be a little more than twice as big, reducing the one at home to a mere kiddy pool.  I felt the warm current of bubbles fizzing up into my hands, covering them with a frothy foam.

Renee frowned at the foam that was all over the hot tub.  “It’s not supposed to foam.  They don’t have the chemicals right, or somebody didn’t bathe before getting in.  Anyway, I was thinking that we could all go to the mall.  It would be you, me, Gina, and Brittany.”

I scowled when she mentioned Brittany.  “Do we have to bring her along?  She’s such a poser.  Not to mention very hyper at times…”

Renee shrugged her shoulders.  “Don’t look at me.  Over the past few months, both Gina and Brittany have gotten to be very good friends.  You heard about Brittany’s family, right?”

I shook my head.  “What happened?”

“They both died in a tragic car accident.  She now lives with her wealthy aunt.  She’s what you would call new money.  That, and Gina is just genuinely nice to everyone.  So I was like ‘What the hay.   Brittany can come along.’.”

I nodded.  “Okay.  I guess that kind of explains some of Brittany’s acting out.  She’s enjoying this new lifestyle.  A new house.  A new school.  A new life…”

“Yes.” Renee said with a nod.  “Wasn’t it only this year that Brittany started attending Madeira?”

“Yeah, “ I said with a smirk.  “And she stuck out like a sore thumb.  Not polite.  Not proper.  She definitely needs finishing school…”

Renee nodded.  “I think that Gina told me.  Her aunt already made her attend a school like that.  She learned all the manners, norms, and expectations.”

8:15 PM.  Our discussion of Brittany could not have come at a more perfect time.  Brittany approached the hot tub, glancing down at both Renee and I.  “Oooh!” she shouted.  “What are you two talking about?  Can I listen?  Is this about going to the mall tomorrow and the sleepover?  Gina invited me.  Yeah, it’s going to be so lit!  Here I come!”

Brittany leaped forward into the hot tub, which splashed both Renee and me with hot foamy water.

Renee gave her a surprised look.  “Um Brittany?  Remember…Finishing school…”

Brittany nodded.  “Yeah yeah yeah…Finishing school.  I’m expert at finishing school.  Totes expert, my besties…” She grabbed a handful of foam and lathered it on her chin.  “Look at me!  I’m the bearded lady!”

Renee gave Brittany a playful shove.  “You’re a goofball.  Where did you come from, the circus?”

Brittany shook her head.  “Nope!  But I’m ready to chug some more drinks!  Are you, Gabby?  Or should I say pee girl?  You know, Gabby.  The pool is for swimming.  Not peeing…”

Renee gave her a frustrated and impatient sigh.  “She knows, Brittany.  Just cut it out…”

Brittany sighed when she saw Renee shut down her attempt to tease me.  “Well hey!  I’m just stating the obvious.”  She glanced at the pool ahead of her.  “Well you two, are you ready to jump back into the party pool?  Whoever can make the biggest splash wins!  One, two, three!”

The two of us both watched Brittany run towards the swimming pool and make a huge cannonball into the deep end.

8:21 PM.  Both Renee and I got out of the hot tub.  I glanced around, trying to find where Gina was.  At this point, Gina should have been finished going to the bathroom by now.  I don’t care how big the waste was.  She should have been finished at this point.  Just where was she and why was she taking so long?

8:23 PM.  Both Renee and I sit down and stick our legs into the deep end of the pool.  We pushed ourselves forward and were back in the pool again.  Much to Brittany’s disappointment, neither of us made a cannonball into the pool like she wanted.  As I was beginning to swim, I felt a very strong urge to pee once again.  I exited the pool and wrapped a towel around myself.  I made eye contact with Renee and pointed down at my groin.

“You have to pee, Gabby?” Renee asked me.  “Hurry!  Go!  Maybe you can see where Gina is.”

8:26 PM. I entered the mansion and searched for the nearest bathroom that I could find.  I found a bathroom in a small hallway as I was leaving the living room before entering the kitchen.  I took off my suit and was able to make it just in time.  I finished up and began looking for Gina.

8:47 PM.  After spending the next 20 minutes looking for Gina, I found her at the top of the grand staircase talking with her mother.  I motioned with my hand to try to get her attention.  Gina noticed me and shook her head while she pointed to her mother.  I figured that whatever discussion that she was in, I would have to wait until her mother was finished talking to her before she could come back downstairs.

8:58 PM.  I nervously sighed as I saw the mother finally walking away from Gina.  I then saw Gina hurriedly but cautiously walk down the stairs to where I was standing.

“Sorry.” Gina told me.  “You know my mother.  Once she starts talking, you can’t get her to stop.  It was discussion after discussion.  College prep, summer plans, picking up Brittany, tomorrow’s trip to the mall, tomorrow’s sleepover, piano lessons, my summer studies…various things like that.  And let’s not forget that this discussion began right after I finished using the bathroom!”

I nervously glanced at my cell phone again.  “9:00!” I shouted.  “I have to be home in exactly one hour!”

Gina gasped.  “I’m very sorry!  If that’s the case, then we only have about 15 to 20 more minutes before we have to go up and change.  We’ll get you home before 10:00, Gabby…”

9:03 PM.  Gina walks back into the room after having a quick discussion with her mother.  “9:35 PM.” She told me.  “My mother said to be in the car by 9:35 PM.”

9:08 PM.  We were both back at the pool side and noticed a few girls still swimming in the swimming pool.  The music was still playing and the shouts indicated that everyone was still having fun.

A frustrated Renee glanced at Gina with impatience.  “What took you so long?” she shouted.

Gina gave her a smile.  “It was my mother.  You know how she can be…”

Renee laughed.  “Yeah.  Yap yap yap yap yap….A five-minute discussion can turn into an hour!  Now, are we going to do some more swimming?”

Gina shook her head.  “Can’t.  I just came out here to check on everyone.  Gabby and I need to change so that I can drive her back home before 10:00…”

Renee nodded.  “Got it.  That’s fine…”

But what wasn’t fine was the next stupid thing that I saw that happened.  Brittany just came out of nowhere and tugged Gina by the arm until she was dragged into the pool.  Both of them hit the deep end with a big splash.

9:11 PM.  Gina was climbing out of the pool, looking totally pissed.  She pointed her finger at Brittany and scowled.  “You are not going to do that anymore, or I will not invite you to another pool party.   Do I make myself clear?  HUH?  BRITTANY?!!!”

Brittany was on the verge of tears.  “Yes!  I’m so sorry Gina!  Apology hug?”

Gina nodded.  “Apology hug.  No more roughhousing, Brit…”

Both Gina and Brittany hugged, solidifying Brittany’s apology.

After that, Renee called Gina and me over to discuss plans for tomorrow.  I knew that I needed to buy some new bras, so that would be my top priority.

9:25 PM.  I stopped Renee from talking midsentence.  Gina took noticed and we both hurried back into the mansion.  I said goodbye to Renee before we hurried back in so that I can go upstairs to change back into my clothes.

9:29 PM.  I just entered Gina’s bathroom and I unzipped my backpack purse.  I quickly removed my orange floral one-piece swimsuit.  I quickly used the toilet one more time before slipping on my panties, putting my worn out and loose fitting bra back on, and putting on my yellow floral knee length sun dress.  I slipped my white pumps on and zipped my flip flops back into my backpack bag before leaving the bathroom.

9:37 PM.  Both Gina and I arrived at the garage two minutes late.  Gina got into the driver’s seat while the mother sat in the passenger seat.  I piled into the back seat behind Gina with my purse.  Gina turned on the ignition and the car backs out of the driveway.

9:40 PM. The Mercedes Benz left Gina’s parents’ estate and onto the main road.  Due to some unfortunate luck, we ended up stopping at every single stop light on the way back to the Rivers Estate.

9:56 PM.  The black Mercedes Benz pulls into the Rivers Estate, hurrying to the main building.  The gate attendant opened the gate and the car proceeded through the long driveway, taking a while to get to paved circle around the fountain where I would have to run the rest of the way to the front door.

10:00 PM.  I exited the Mercedes Benz and made a mad dash to the front door of the estate.  My heart was pounding.  I grabbed the front door of the double doors and turned the handle.  I entered the house, praying that I was not late.  Did I make it on time?  Did I meet the ultimatum?  My answer was immediately given to me by two words that sent a chill up my spine.

“You’re late!”

I checked my phone and my heart sank.  Instead of 10:00 PM, the time now read 10:01 PM.

My mother was standing there, holding out her cell phone as damning evidence of my failure to be punctual.   “Gabby, you’re late!  You’re a minute late!  What did I tell you about being punctual?”

“But mother!” I cried.

“No buts young lady!” my mother shouted. “Now you know how to tell time, don’t you?”

“But it was 10:00 when I entered the door!” I protested.  “10:00!”

“But just as you crossed the threshold, it was 10:01.” My mother grinned victoriously.  You cannot debate me on this.  The minute changed when you entered…”

“No…” I cried.

“Go upstairs and to your room,” my mother ordered.  “I will be up in a moment.”

I gulped as I slowly made my way upstairs.  I knew exactly what my mother was about to do when she gave me this order.  I was going to get another beating.  Her being up in a moment meant that she needed time to decide which disciplinary tool that she was going to use on my bottom.  I knew that it wasn’t going to be her hand this time.  Was it going to be the paddle?  The yard stick?  The belt?  I didn’t even want to think about it as I could almost feel the pain with each of the tools suggested.

I entered my room and removed my sundress.  I pulled down my panties, so I was now in a sagging bra that was ready to be thrown away.  I got onto my bed and stuck my butt out, knowing the protocol that my mother wanted for a punishment like this.  I was a bad girl.  I was late.  I totally deserved it.

Moments later, I heard the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway growing louder.  A sense of dread began to fill me as I could begin to feel the presence of my mother right behind me.

“Gabby,” my mother said from behind me.  “I gave you one simple set of directions today.  All you needed to do was be back by 10:00.  Now tell me Gabby.  Is 10:01 PM on time?”

“It isn’t…” I said in a sullen voice.

“Now Gabby, does that make you a good girl or a bad girl?”

“A bad girl…” I softly mumbled.

“Speak up!” she shouted.  “Enunciate your words, young lady!”

“A bad girl!!” I shouted, almost ready to cry. “I’m a very bad girl!”

“That is correct.  And bad girls like you get spankings.  Now Abby is already sleeping, but I will inform her of your tardiness tomorrow.  She needs to know that you were a bad girl and you got punished as a result.  I’m using the Rivers paddle.  Your grandfather’s name was on this and now your name is going to be written on it.  It’s nothing to be proud of Gabby.  Now, don’t move!”

I could hear the sound of my mother winding back before receiving the brutal blow from the paddle.  SMACK!

I winced in pain from the first blow.

My mother continued her custom of giving me one beating for each syllable.  “You! Bad! Girl! Don’t! You! “Eh! Ver! Be! Late! Ah! Gan!”

I counted my beatings.  By the twelfth blow, I was sobbing in pain.

“Put your pajamas on and go to bed,” my mother ordered.  “If I find you late one more time, I will never let you go to another pool party again.”

“What about the mall or a sleepover?” I asked her.

“Go to bed, young lady.”  My mother ordered.  “I will make my decision in the morning.”

My mother left my room and firmly closed the door behind her.

I put my panties back on and put on a nightgown.  My bottom hurt as I walked into the bathroom to get a drink of water.  I didn’t dare try to get anything to drink in the kitchen, for fear of my mother and any other punishment that she may have for disobeying her.  I turned on the faucet and began to drink a few gulps from the sink.  I turned off the faucet and painfully limped towards my bed.  I turned off the lights and got in my bed, feeling the sharp pain in my bottom as I tried to find the most comfortable position so that I could fall asleep.

That bitch!  I was only a minute late and she gave me a severe punishment to my bottom.  The punishment didn’t fit the crime.  But that didn’t matter to my mother.  It was her rules, and I had no right to object to them. And what business does she have in reporting my bad behavior to my sister?  Shouldn’t she be encouraged by good behavior instead of being subject to fear tactics from my acts of disobedience?  I deserved every blow.  I didn’t make enough of an initiative at Gina’s to leave early enough.  That’s why we got all the red lights.  And those red lights made my bottom red.  Hopefully, there will be green lights tomorrow.  Green lights in my life.

I groaned in pain as I lied in bed, trying to fall asleep.  Eventually, my body did as the pain was too much for it.  Hopefully, my mother will let me go to the mall tomorrow.  Hopefully…

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Chapter 3: No “P” in the OOL

Inadequate. Insufficient. These two words filled my mind as I entered Gina’s mansion. While I thought that my mother had a fairly nice estate, all of my thoughts and feelings about that were dashed to the ground as I walked onto the white marble titles that filled the lobby, which featured a grand staircase with a large lit chandelier that hung from the cathedral ceiling. Warm vibrant colors filled the room, with the staircase fully carpeted in a crimson red. The railing was wooden and finely burnished and led all the way up to a spacious landing at the top of the staircase. The flooring on the second floor wrapped around in opposite directions, each indicating a different wing in this massive estate. I almost turned right but was stopped by Gina.

“No Gabby,” she told me. “That is my parent’s private wing. My room is on the wing to the left. Follow me.”

Looking a little embarrassed, I trailed behind Gina and allowed her to lead me to her bedroom.

As I walked down the long hallway, the open doors indicated just how much more private space Gina had than I did. A private study which looked like a miniature library was full of bookshelves with a large study table complete with a laptop with three large screens to the left of it, with a USB keyboard, mouse, and a large leather office chair. A cozy sofa with a blanket and pillow sat on the far side of the room, with a coffee table nearby, and a backpack that was leaning against one of the legs. A grand piano sat in the center of the study, with various compositions stacked nearby on a raised table nearby.

The next room looked like what I could only describe to be the very best gaming room that I have ever seen. A large QLED TV that looked to be more than 70 inches hung on the far side of the room, with hanging cabinets dispensing various different video game consoles and accessories. Other shelves sat nearby lining half of the walls around the room, displaying various different video game discs and cartridges. A tall bookshelf to the left of the extensive video game collection displayed various strategy guides and booklets that looked like Manga. A computer desk sat on the right side of the room, with a curved display of three monitors mounted on the wall with a see-through computer tower and keyboard that lit up in various different colors from left to right, and a gaming mouse with an ergonomic grip. A gaming chair sat next to the gaming PC and a white chenille upholstered sofa sat just behind the hanging cabinets and the gigantic TV. A strong nudge against my shoulder prompted me to turn around and face Gina as she stood there, waiting for me to continue following her.

“I love that room.” Gina told me. “Because of my older brother and older sister, I have always loved video games growing up. That room was originally Toby’s, and then he had to share it with Tina, and then finally me. The entire room has been updated last year and it has all the latest in furniture and electronics. We can play at Renee’s tomorrow, as we are only going to be out by the pool today.””

I nodded, as I remembered today’s forecast being almost 90 degrees, without a single cloud in the sky.

We passed by a couple of other rooms, which were both almost vacant, with the exception of a queen-sized bed in each room. I could only guess from what Gina described of her siblings that these two rooms used to belong to them.

Gina opened the door at the end of the hallway to reveal a sprawling bedroom that looked almost twice the size of my room at home. White walls lined the entire diameter of the room, with the floor covered entirely in fuchsia carpeting. Three pairs of white pillows in decreasing size all sat on a king-sized bed with a white comforter. Just past the bed was a door that led into a walk-in closet. Another TV sat mounted on the wall across from the bed, with three tall sets of drawers lined left to right. Floor to ceiling windows lined one wall and another adjacent wall which was right next to a door that led into an ensuite bathroom.

Gina stared at me, about to take off her shirt. “Gabby, you are free to use the bathroom to go and change. I’ll wait for you…”

I nodded and entered Gina’s ensuite bathroom. The first difference that I immediately noticed from my own bathroom was that there was a path that led both ways. The path to the right led to a smaller room with a vanity and various cosmetics sitting on the counter. The path to the left led to a spacious bathroom with a walk-in shower that was larger than the one at home. It had numerous different shower jets and what looked like an electronic temperature display and a shampoo, conditioner, and body wash dispenser, with a pair of shower loofahs hanging on a couple of metal hooks. A fancy tub sat further back in the bathroom near a window that overlooked the backyard of the mansion. The angle that it offered allowed me to barely see what was the start of the swimming pool to the right.

The toilet was definitely different than the one at home. It had a remote control and the brand was Toto. Since I only had a small urge to pee, I pulled down my panties and sat down on the fancy toilet. When I was finished, I pressed the flush button, which caused a small tube to extend out inside the toilet bowl. It then sprayed a strong blast of water until the toilet flushed completely.

After that, I took off my sun dress and unzipped my purse. I got out my orange floral one-piece swimsuit and put it on. I was now officially ready for the pool party. I grabbed my towel and flip flops out of my purse. I put the flip flops on and grabbed my cellphone in case I wanted to get any pictures at the pool party. I also wanted to keep track of time, since I remembered my mother’s strict curfew of 10:00 PM.

I walked out of the large bathroom to find Gina standing right next to me, wearing a two-piece lavender bikini and black flip flops. Her mother was clearly more lenient when it came to what she wore. There is no way that my mother would ever let me wear a two-piece bikini, as I was certain that she would give me a spanking if she even saw me with one on.

Gina glanced at my one-piece swimsuit and gave me a pensive look. After a few moments, she looked back at her bikini. “So your mom won’t let you wear a bikini?” she finally said.

I let out a deep sigh. “Yes. My mother is the most strict when it comes to everything that I do. I am surprised that she even lets me play video games.””

Gina frowned. “Well, I would lend you a bikini to wear, but it would be too big on you. What did you say your height was? 4 foot 10?”

I nodded with my face down as I felt my small body.

“Well, I’m 5 foot 2 so this would not fit you.” Gina told me. “These would more likely fit Renee, since she’s 5 foot 3, but she doesn’t need any of my bikinis.”

I began to follow Gina as she left her bedroom.

Gina gave me a curious glance as we continued to walk through her wing of the mansion. “Gabby, you mentioned how you have to babysit your little sister 24/7. You make it sound like it’s a chore. Is it really that bad?”

I nodded and gave her a grimace. “Gina,” I told her. “My little sister Abby is almost three years old and my mother has not once began to potty train her. She is not even in Pull Ups yet. She wears diapers 24/7 and I have to change almost every one…”

Gina gasped as we were approaching the staircase. “Why would your mother do such a thing? Your poor sister…Doesn’t she want her to go to preschool? Rochambeau won’t take her if she’s still wearing diapers at four.”

I sighed. “I’ve had this conversation with my mother before, and all she wants to do is baby her.”

Gina gave me a hug after we got to the bottom of the staircase. “I’m sorry to hear about your strict mother treating your little sister that way. Anyway, if you ever need to talk to me about this more, let me know. Call me or text me. She needs to stop being babied by your mother so she can grow into a big girl. Now, before we go out there, I need to tell you about the guys from Landon. There are five of them, and my mother works with the father of the one that I know. His name is Jim. The other ones are his friends. Travis, Jordan, Francis, and Dave. But Jim…” Gina’s face blushed. “Hands off Jim! He’s mine!”

I continued to follow Gina through the grand staircase and through a set of doors that led into a large dining room. The kitchen was to the right and a larger room was to the left. I pointed left. “What’s in that room?” I asked Gina.

“Oh,” Gina said, stopping suddenly. “That’s the ballroom. I use it every Wednesday evening with my parents and other friends for dancing. It’s also used a lot on the weekends, too…”

Gina kept taking me forward to another door that led into a spacious living room. A large set of French glass exterior double doors sat at the end of the living room, and it led out to the back yard, where the swimming pool was.

We walked out to the back, where I saw a large crowd of girls, all wearing swimsuits. Most of them wore two-piece suits while a few of them wore just a one-piece. The five guys stood in their own group to the right of the girls. Four of them wore swimming trunks and one of them wore a Speedo.

The music was playing around the pool. It sounded like Reggae music. Different appetizers and finger foods sat on various tables on the deck that overlooked the poolside. Open coolers of non-alcoholic drinks sat near the tables around the deck.

Renee walked up to me wearing a yellow bikini. She handed me a can of Pitch Black Mountain Dew Energy drink. “Drink this, Gabby!” she shouted. It’s totally goat.”

“No!” another girl shouted. “Have her drink a Bubly!”

Renee shook her head. “No Brittany. She can drink a Bubly later. I want her to feel the buzz. Energy drink make my brain go brrrrr!”

I felt the can in my hand and immediately felt the icy sting of coldness and could only surmise that Renee just grabbed that can out of an ice cold cooler. I shrugged my shoulder and cracked open the can. I began taking a couple sips and could taste a strong citrusy flavor.

“No!” Renee told me. “You gotta chug it!”

“Yes!” Brittany shouted. “Chug chug chug chug!”

“Chug chug chug chug!” the girls around her began chanting.

I sighed, as I began chugging the soda energy drink. A few seconds later, it was gone.

I glanced and heard cheers coming from the girls that were chanting. I immediately recognized that I had classes with almost every one of those girls when attending my sophomore year at Madeira.

Brittany scooped a can out of the cooler and stepped down from the deck. She made a full dash over to where I was standing and handed me a can of orange Bubly. “Here!” she said, sounding very hyper. “You can have it now. Chug it, Gabby!”

“Chug chug chug chug!” the girls all chanted nearby.

I held the can and glared at her. “One more can.” I cracked open the can and guzzled down the orange Bubly in a matter of seconds. “There Brittany. Are you happy?””

Brittany nodded, giving me her caffeine-induced smile.

After that, I walked over with Gina and Renee to where the guys were standing. Brittany was tagging along behind us.

That’s when I noticed my eyes meeting a guy wearing blue Hawaiian trunks. Gina gave me a soft pinch on the side as what I knew to be a firm reprimand from her regarding the boy that she had a crush on. “That’s Jim…” she said to me in a hushed tone.

But Jim glanced at me and smiled. He walked up to where me, Gina, and Renee were standing, near a row of lounge chairs.

“I don’t think that I have ever seen you before,” he told me. “I know Gina, but who are you?”

I managed a smile, trying not to steal this boy away from my best friend. “I’m…G…Gabby…” I stammered. “Gabby Rivers.”

At this, Jim gasped. “Rivers? Do you live at the Rivers Estate?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ve lived there all my life…”

I noticed that Jim was still in a state of disbelief. “Do you have a sister named Abby?”

I sighed when I thought about my poor little sister. “Yeah. I know the little stinker. Why?”

“Okay.” He said, starting to get very nervous. “Well, nevermind…”

Jim walked back over to another side of the pool to where the guys were standing.

Meanwhile, Gina looked upset.

“Wait!” Gina shouted. “How does he know about your sister? I never once mentioned it to him…”

I gasped. “I have no idea. I never told him anything either….”

“Could he be spying on you?” Renee suggested.

I shook my head. “Impossible. My mother has a security system so he would’ve been spotted.”

Gina tapped the side of my swimsuit. “What are we doing with these suits still dry? Let’s get in the pool!”

The three of us all walked into a set of stairs that led into the shallow end while Brittany just ran to the deep end and jumped off the diving board, making a cannonball into the pool.

I got off the set of stairs and was now in the pool, the water now up to my ankles. I waded forward and stood up again. The water was now up to my knees. After making a few more steps, I felt the drop off into the deep end.

Moments later, the remaining 21 girls all began to enter the pool. A group of five formed a line around the diving board and jumped in one by one. The remaining girls either jumped in through the sides into the deep end or made the same entry into the pool as me, Gina, and Renee, taking the stairs into the shallow end and wading towards the deep end.

The five guys all crowded around the diving board. While four of them made cannonballs, Jim attempted what looked like an Olympic dive.

With all the girls in the pool now, Gina decided on a game that we should all play. The game was water polo and we played in teams of six, while the seventh on each team kept the score. The remaining 11 swapped out if any of the girls needed a break. While I didn’t play center, I was one of the two wings playing defense.

The ball approached our team’s goal a number of times, and I had to pass the ball back to one of the flats in offense, who then passed the ball to Staci, who was our point girl.

About a half hour later, we all switched positions and I was one of the holes now. This required me to move the ball to the point girl on our team more often.

Overall, we ended up playing two games of water polo, which took about an hour.

After that, we all decided to just swim casually around the pool. At this point, I really felt a strong need to pee, having chugged the Mountain Dew energy drink and Bubly earlier. That need to pee quickly vanished, as I felt a warm spot as I swam past a group of around five or six girls.

Those same girls all swam in my direction and felt the warm spot in the pool. One of the girls who felt the spot was Staci, who played water polo a little earlier.

“Wait,” Staci gasped. “I just felt something warm. Did anyone else feel that? How about you, Lana?”

Lana nodded and glanced at the other girls. “I felt it too!”

Brittany, who was next to Lana and Staci, was now making a sweeping glance around the pool. “Did someone just pee in the pool?””

Every girl was asked if they peed in the pool and the denials proceeded through the whole pool. Even the guys were asked if they peed in the pool, but they, like the girls, denied it.

Finally, being the last girl to be asked, it got to my turn. All of the other girls were staring at me now. Gina was giving me a curious stare.

“Gabby,” Gina asked me. “Did you pee in the pool?”

My face blushed, and before I could say anything, a girl spoke up.

“It was her!” she shouted. “I was with Lana, Staci, and Brittany when I ended up swimming right next to Gabby. I could feel this stream of warmth as I swam behind her…”

“So you felt that, Sophie?” Gina asked her. “Gabby, please tell us. Did you pee in the pool?”

The embarrassment was more than what I could take. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even realize that I was creating another warm spot in the pool. “Yes…” I confessed sheepishly, looking away from the other girls.

Lana was right next to me and she felt my warm spot in the pool. “And she’s doing it again!”

All of the girls gasped and began backing away from me. A few of them groaned in disgust while a number of them gave me negative remarks.

“You peed in the pool? You know there are places called bathrooms to do that.”

“How could you?”

“Gross.”

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Now we have to swim in her piss?”

“Gabby….”

“Hey Gabby!” Staci shouted. “No p in the ool!”

“It’s too late!” Brittany shouted. “The ool now has plenty of pee in it!”

I finally said something to my defense. “Hey!” I shouted to all of them. “So I peed in the pool. Isn’t that what the chlorine’s for? To kill all of the bacteria?”

Gina nodded. “Yes Gabby, but you can’t just use the pool as a toilet. Now the pee will gradually be filtered out. But please Gabby. If you have to pee again, please pee in one of the bathrooms inside. There’s 12 bathrooms! Don’t tell me that you can’t find one to go in. Well, 11. My parent’s bathroom is off limits.”

We all took a break from swimming, and we all dried off from our towels. While Gina, Renee, and Brittany didn’t tease me, I was not off the hook for the rest of the girls. They called me the pee swimmer and gave warnings to stay away from me if I got back in the pool. We helped ourselves to shrimp with cocktail sauce, caviar, lobster rolls, stuffed mushrooms, and various other appetizers.

We then continued talking for a few hours before deciding to give the pool a second round.

Instead of following them into the pool, I went by myself into the whirlpool. I took a short dip and then got out. I wanted to check the time on my cell phone so I dried off and checked the time display. My jaw dropped 7:57. I only had two hours to get home. Two hours before I would be in a lot of trouble from my mother. And with the pool party showing no sign of winding down, I needed to tell Gina, and fast!

[dadamamma]

Chapter 2: Pool Party

More than a week passed since my mother enforced the “Three Strikes and you’re wearing Pull Ups” rule.  Since the exact day that she enforced this rule, I have experienced numerous close calls in what could only be considered as a miracle. 

During all of last week, the need for me to pee was so bad that it resulted in me making a mad dash to my ensuite bathroom before I experienced a sudden loss of my bladder, soaking wet underwear and pajamas, and a puddle of pee on the tiled floor near the bathroom.  Every accident was narrowly avoided as I was able to sit on the toilet just as the floodgates were opening.

Despite my little victories that I was able to manage over the last week, I experienced a loss in the form of bad news from my friends.  Because of a surprise vacation that Gina’s mother just so happen to spring on her at the last minute, the pool party that was scheduled for June 7th had to be rescheduled a week later.  Gina would be back from her trip to Florida on the 12th leaving two days for her to rest from her vacation.  The other bad news came from Renee.  Since her aunt and uncle were visiting with her cousins, there was no sleepover on that Saturday.  Fortunately, the company was only over for the weekend, which meant that they left on June 9th.  With her aunt, uncle, and cousins gone, next weekend would work for sure.

Sadly, my 10-day streak of being accident free was broken this morning.  Not only did I piss myself again, but I could tell that the accident was a lot worse than the one before that.

Feeling completely defeated, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, feeling the pee-soaked pajamas stick to my legs as I walked.  As I was about to enter my bathroom, the door opened again.  I knew that it was my mother.  My heart sank as I heard the creak of the door.

I could only imagine my mother being in a good mood before she recognized the soaked fitted sheets that lay underneath the king-sized comforter.  I only had but a few seconds of reprieve before she removed the comforter that concealed the source of my accident.  I took my pajamas bottoms off and saw my mother standing there in a white cotton night gown, which hung low.  Abby was cradled in her two arms, as she calmly suckled the milk from my mother’s breast.  I know that I just peed the bed, but Abby is almost three years old.  Isn’t she too old to be breastfeeding?  I stared at her in disbelief.  “You’re not still breastfeeding her?”

My mother still could not clearly see my soaked panties as she was too focused on nursing my almost three-year-old sister that is far too old to be nursed.  She smiled at my sister and looked back at me.  “Abby’s a baby, and babies need their mother’s milk.  And Abby loves her mommy’s milk.  Don’t you, Abby?”

But my sister only produced the same weak smile that she always does.

But the change in my mother’s facial expression completely ended the moment.  She gave me a careful stare, before asking me a question that she already knew the answer to.  “So tell me, Gabby.  Did you have another dry morning?” She turned to Abby to pull her away from her breast, which resulted in Abby whining a little bit.  “It’s okay, Ab Ab.  Oh, I know it’s hard to stop.  Mommy’s milk is good, isn’t it?  Mommy promises that you’ll get more later…” she gently sat Abby down and approached me.  She felt the moist pee on my panties.  “Wet.” She ripped the panties off my waist and pointed to my bed.  She pulled the comforter back to see the damning evidence. She then thrust my face into the pee soaked sheets fitted sheets again.  I winced, just knowing what was going to happen next.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My mother once again gave me one hard smack against my bottom with each syllable.  “Bad! Gah!  Bee!  You! Only! Have! Two! More! Strikes!  Do! Not! Pee! Your! Bed! Uh! Gan!”

My cheeks were growing puffy and I was crying on the last couple of smacks.  I knew that strike two and three would result in more beatings, so I resolved to try my best to avoid any more accidents.

Abby then looked up at my mother and whined again.  “Mo mak mama!  Mo mak!”

My mother nodded and scooped Abby back up into her arms.  She then glanced at me with a glare.  “Get in the shower.  I need to call the maid again to clean up your accident.  Remember, Gabby.  Two more strikes and you’re back in Pull Ups.” She then turned to face Abby.  “Time for more milkies, Abbycadabry…” she exited my bedroom with my sister, who was wearing a pale yellow short sleeved onesie bodysuit with three snappable buttons in the crotch area.  She looked more like an infant than an older toddler that was about to turn three.

My bottom still stung with the pain that I felt from the beating that I just received. Despite the beating, I thought of my little sister again.  Why does my mother always baby her?  Abby’s got just one year left.  If she is not potty trained by then, she will not be able to attend preschool.  I winced again and got in the shower.

As I rinsed off the shampoo and began lathering my body, I heard the vibrations of my cell phone on the bathroom counter.

BUZZ! BUZZ!  BUZZ!

That sounded like an incoming phone call.   I quickly finished cleaning up and got out of the shower.  I dried off my shoulders, arms, and hands and drew a design on the cell phone to unlock it.  There was a missed call and a missed text.  I checked the missed text that was from Gina: Pool party is at 2:00.  Picking you up at 1:30. Be ready to go by then.  I glanced at the time on my phone.  8:34 AM.

I wrapped my breasts and my waist in two towels and walked over to my dresser to put on my clothes for the day.  I opened up one drawer and got out a bra.  I put it on and I began to notice signs of wear around the bra.  The straps and the cups were all stretched out.  The underwire was totally bent out of shape.  The color that used to be a vibrant red was now faded.  The straps were loose, which wasn’t the case when I wore this brand new.  It used to fit me perfectly.  None of the other bras were any better as most of them showed signs of wearing out.  If I was going to the mall with Renee tomorrow, I was definitely going to buy some more bras.  But in the meantime, this crappy bra will just have to do for now.

I pulled open the other drawer and put on a red pair of panties.

To immediately remedy the discomfort of the loose straps around my bra that were bothering me, I picked out an outfit in my closet.  A yellow floral knee length sun dress.  My mother wouldn’t let me wear crop tops as it would show the bare skin between my bust and my waist.  So, this sun dress would meet my mother’s approval.

My mother had to do some more work in the lab so I could help myself to breakfast as I did on the other mornings.  She placed Abby in her mini playpen in her bedroom, while an endless playlist of children’s videos played on her wall TV.

But did not liberate me from being Abby’s personal 24-hour babysitter.  It was my responsibility to check Abby’s diaper and change her as needed.  My responsibility to feed her at the scheduled times and give Abby her nap after lunchtime.  My responsibility to play with Abby and keep her entertained.  For most of the days, I managed to change Abby, feed her, and put her down for a nap.  For the rest of the time, I spent it in my room either reading or playing more games on my Nintendo Switch.

I poured a bowl of Golden Grahams and drenched it with milk until the bowl was full.  I ate the cereal and drank the milk which had the taste of the Golden Grahams residue.

I was not allowed to have coffee as my mother believed that it would “stunt my growth”.  With me being almost 16 at 4 foot 10 inches, I don’t think that my growth can be stunted any more than it already is.  My last growth spurt was when I was 13 years old, which resulted in me growing three more inches over the course of the summer.  With coffee being off limits, I poured myself a glass of apple juice, as my mother had a lot of this in the fridge because it was Abby’s preferred drink besides milk.  I also needed to take my vitamin, so I unscrewed the childproof cap on the Centrum multivitamins and took one with my apple juice.

After my breakfast, I went upstairs to check on my developmentally immature little sister.  I entered her bedroom and from the smell, I immediately knew that I had another diaper to change.

I glanced down at Abby, who was mindlessly sucking on her pacifier as usual.  Her eyes were glazed as she stared at the television completely mesmerized in a state of stupor.  I glanced down at her Gerber short sleeved onesie bodysuit, which was white with patterns of roses all over it.  To my relief, it wasn’t a blowout this time.

I put Abby on the changing table and proceeded to change her messy diaper as quickly as possible.  Abby did not move or squirm the entire time.  She just kept mindlessly sucking away on her pink pacifier.  About five minutes later, I had Abby’s messy diaper all wadded up into a ball and had just finished fastening the tapes onto the landing zone of a new size 3 Pampers Swaddlers diaper.  I just used the last diaper, so the next change would require that I open up a new box containing 168 diapers.  A new month supply.  I snapped the two crotch buttons on the onesie bodysuit and sat Abby back in her crib.  Her facial expression remained unchanged.  I left my baby sister’s bedroom and crossed the hall into my bedroom. 

I began packing a small bag of things that I would be taking over to Gina’s pool party.  An orange floral one-piece swimsuit with white floral patterns covering the entire suit.  A two-piece suit was out of the question, as my mother would never allow me to wear something that she would consider to be “inappropriate”.  The sun dress that I was wearing would serve as the change of clothes after I was done swimming in Gina’s pool for the day.  I also packed a towel and a pair of flip flops to wear while I was out on the poolside.

I spent the next three hours playing Super Mario Odyssey.  I just reached the Seaside Kingdom when I glanced at the time.  It was almost noon, which meant that it was time for me to feed Abby her lunch.

Just as I reached the doorpost of my room, I felt a very strong urge to pee.  I began to squirm around, pressing my hands over my pelvis before running to my private ensuite bathroom.  But running made it worse.  I felt the first drops of pee begin to empty as I rushed over to the toilet and dropped my panties down.  I sat down on the seat, hearing the sound of my close call reverberate in the toilet bowl for the next 30 seconds.

I glanced down at my panties to check the damage.  Only a tiny dime shaped patch of pee sat inside the cotton fabric near the crotch, with drops of pee forming a path along the tiled floor from the door to the toilet.  I wiped myself, and then used the toilet paper to wipe up all the other drops.  The tiny drop of pee would certainly dry later, so I would not be found out by my mother.  I also didn’t want to get a second strike today, as that would come complete with another round of spankings.

I washed my hands and left the bathroom.  I walked across the hallway to Abby’s bedroom to find Abby still sitting in her mini playpen.  She was sitting slouched on top of a blanket while she quietly snored.  Her pink pacifier fell out of her mouth and was on the floor next to her.

I quietly unsnapped Abby’s onesie to do a diaper check.  While I didn’t smell any poop, I noticed that the wetness indicator was almost completely blue.  With that being the case, I decided to feed her lunch before changing her into a new diaper.

After I resnapped the crotch buttons on the onesie, I roused Abby awake.

“Abs…” I told her.  “Are you ready for lunch time?”

Abby gave me a flat nod and stood up.  She followed me out of the room all the way before the staircase, before she glanced at me expectantly.

This was my cue to pick her up and carry her down the stairs.  This was the safest thing to do as the stairs were still too steep for Abby’s petite legs.  As I mentioned before, she has the build of an 18-month-old, which served as no surprise to me as I was not even 5 feet tall.  I’m guessing that shortness runs in the Rivers family…

We got to the bottom of the stairs and I entered the kitchen.  I placed Abby in her highchair and prepared two grilled cheese sandwiches.  One for me and one for her.  For Abby’s portion, I cut her sandwich in half and ate the other half.  With the remaining half, I cut it into much smaller pieces to fit into her tiny mouth.

As I was about to bring the plate of grilled cheese sandwich squares onto Abby’s highchair, Abby pounded her hands on the tray of the highchair.

“Hun-ghee Gaw-bee!” she whined.  “Hun-ghee!”

I produced the best smile that I could while I pointed at the food that I was about to feed to her.  “It’s right here, Abby!” I told her.  “Grilled cheese sandwich!  Yum! Yum!”

That answer was enough to quiet my little sister, who glanced at the food with a quiet stare.

Over the next few minutes, I fed Gabby all of the squares, making sure that she chewed and swallowed every piece.  When the food was finished, I ate my grilled cheese sandwich.

I then took Abby back upstairs to her room.  I had her sit in her mini playpen while I prepared a baby bottle filled with apple juice for her.

Before I prepared the apple juice for Abby, I poured a glass for myself and gulped it down.  I then focused my attention on the bottle.  While I was in the kitchen preparing the bottle of apple juice, my mother surprised me from behind.

My mother gave me a piercing glare.  “How’s Abby?”

I gave her a confident smile as I screwed the nipple onto the baby bottle.  “I just fed Abby lunch and I’m going to give Abby her bottle now.”

My mother smiled, which was something that she only did when things were going perfectly.  “Good girl.  When you’re done feeding her, change her diaper and put her down for her nap.  I’m going to make some lunch and continue working.”

A feeling of anxiety came over me, as I knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to ask my mother about Gina’s pool party.  If my mother wanted me to learn more responsibility, then she would let me go to Gina’s.  “Mom?” I asked, as she was about to make herself a sandwich.

“Yes Gabby?” She asked as she began to walk towards the fridge.

“Can I go over to Gina’s house for a pool party?” I asked, strongly hoping that my mother would not shoot my request down.  “It’s even hotter than last week and I would like to get out and enjoy her pool…”

My mother sighed as she began to spread some mayonnaise on the second slice.  She sat the knife down and pointed outside.  “Gabby, we have a nice pool out in the back.  If you want to go swimming, why not use that one while Abby is taking her nap?”

I sighed, as I tried to figure out a way to counter my mother’s argument.  “I know, mother.” I told her, as I nervously bit my lip.  “It’s a very nice pool, but I would be all by myself.  Gina’s pool is bigger and she’ll be having a lot of friends over!  Please mother?”

My mother then gave me a victorious smirk.  “This morning, I had to call the maid to change your bedding for the second time.  10 days ago, she had to change it and now you’re on your first strike.  Why don’t you play with your sister?  You don’t need to go to a pool party.”

“I know, mother,” I continued, determined not to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.  “But how many times have I had an accident during the day?”

My mother was now getting some chopped seafood out of the fridge.  She sat the seafood down and paced over to where I was standing.  She lifted up my sun dress and inspected my panties.  To my relief, the dime-sized patch of pee was not visible.  “Dry.” She told me.  “I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

I frowned, determined to have a win against my mother.  “Well mother,” I continued.  “How am I going to start acting like an adult?  Both of my friends already have their learner’s permits and they’ll both be getting their provisional licenses in two months.  I have never even driven a car yet and it’s been years since you let me go to a friend’s house.  Do you want me to be a responsible adult?”

My mother was just about to assemble her seafood sandwich.  She let out a deep sigh and sat the sandwich half down.  “Yes Gabby.” She told me.  “I do want you to be a responsible adult.  I’ll let you go to the pool party, but under only one condition.”

I could feel the pent-up excitement inside of me about to explode.  “Name it, mother.”

“Do you see the time, Gabby?” she said, pointing at her cell phone clock.  “It is 12:43 PM.  I need you to be home by 10:00 PM sharp.  If you’re not home by then, there will be consequences.”

I nodded, as I knew very well what consequences meant.  Consequences was just my mother’s way of saying spankings.  I winced at the thought of receiving another round of them and I could still feel the soreness in my bottom from this morning.

My mother took a bite out of her sandwich and gave me another look.  “What time are you being picked up?”

“1:30.” I answered her.

“Abby doesn’t get up from her nap until two.” She told me.  “How about this?  Feed Abby her bottle and change her diaper.  Then put her down for her nap.  After that, you can go to your friend’s pool party.”

I gave my mother a hug.  “Thank you, mother!”

My mother gave me a pensive nod as I left the room.

I took the baby bottle filled with apple juice upstairs and entered my sister’s room.  She was still in the same position that I left her, her eyes glazed over at the television screen while she calmly sucked her thumb.  When she saw me holding the bottle of apple juice, she let go of her thumb and gave me a weak smile.

I placed Abby in my lap and I tilted the bottle towards her mouth.  I placed the nipple between her lips, and she began calmly sucking down the apple juice.  I did this until the bottle was completely empty.

Changing Abby’s diaper was next.  From when I last checked the diaper, it was now about to leak.  I took off the soggy diaper and cleaned her up.  I wiped, applied cream, and and opened up the new box of 168 diapers.  I tore open one of the plastic sleeves and took out a new diaper.  I then powdered both her and the core of the new diaper.  I folded the diaper between her legs up to her waist and fastened both tapes to the landing zone.  I then resnapped the crotch buttons on her onesie and disposed the soggy diaper into the diaper genie.

I then hoisted Abby over the railing of her crib and got the pink pacifier from her mini playpen and stuck it in her mouth.  I covered her up in a blanket and spun the mobile above her.  She calmly sucked on her pacifier and began to squint her eyes.  “Have a nice nap, Abs.”

That’s when I heard the honk of the car horn.  It was 1:23. Gina was 7 minutes early.

I picked up my backpack purse that had my swimsuit and towel and left carrying my cellphone.  As I made a quick sweeping glance in the kitchen, my mother was already back to work.

I left the Rivers Estate and glanced out to notice a black Mercedes-Benz sedan parked at the top of the paved circle that went around a large fountain.  I could see Gina in the driver’s side of the car, with her mother in the passenger side.

I got in on the rear driver’s side and plopped my purse beside me.

Gina turned her head back to face me. “Gabby, there’s already 10 people there and there’s supposed to be 30 people. Are you ready to go swimming?”

I nodded. “It’s a wonder that I was able to escape.” I said in a joking tone. “I basically have babysitter duties for my little sister 24/7.”

Gina’s mother looked back at me and smiled. “Don’t worry about the duties. They all grow up sooner or later. Tina just finished college at Yale and Toby is three years into his job as a program developer for Microsoft.”

I nodded as I began thinking about my sister in the back of my head. By the way that my mother is treating her, she’ll have her in daycare for the rest of her life. My mother really needs to back off on babying my sister and let her grow up. I can already see the damage that she has done to her development. As much as I wanted to share this with Gina, I couldn’t as this was much too embarrassing of a matter to bring up. I decided to change the subject, as I glanced at the empty car seat. “Where’s Renee?”

“Oh,” Gina smiled. “She’s already at my place. We’re just here to pick you up. Are you ready? Let’s go!”

Gina shifted the car into drive and we were off. I could feel the strong blast of the air conditioning that made the interior of the Mercedes-Benz comfortable.

About 15 minutes later, we arrived at a gate that was similar to the Estate that I lived in, but the mansion looked a little bigger and had only one guest house, which looked bigger than the guest houses back at the Rivers Estate.

The gate attendant let Gina in and the luxury car smoothly coasted down the private road made of dressed concrete. The property of Gina’s estate looked to be about twice the size of my mother’s estate. There was a large motorcade, which served as a parking area for plenty of guests. An oval driveway circled around a set of twin fountains and branched off towards the main house and a large eight car garage to the right.

Gina pressed the button which opened one of the garage doors. She carefully guided the car into the garage and then carefully parked it between two other luxury cars. She shifted the gear into park, and we got out.

Gina’s mother gave us the okay to head out to the pool area. Gina opened up the gate which led into a swimming pool that looked to be about three times larger than the swimming pool at my mother’s mansion. There was also a large whirlpool, which Gina told me could hold about 12 people. A spacious sauna was nearby which I was told could hold 10 people. The swimming pool had a slide with a maximum depth of 12 feet. The first half of one of the three sections was shallow, which was perfect for any of her other younger cousins, nieces, or nephews.

Renee was already in her swimsuit, lounging on one of the pool chairs, waiting for both Gina and I to change into our swimsuits.  The music was playing from speakers that were carefully hidden around the pool area.

Gina gave me an excited smile.  “Let’s go change into our suits!”

I nodded as I glanced at the swimming pool, which was still empty. Even though my escape from my babysitting duties was only temporary, I could just tell that I was about to have a lot of fun at this pool party.  And with a few more friends entering the pool area, I knew that the fun has just begun.

[dadamamma]

MY MOTHER'S FORMULA

 

Chapter 1: JUST AN ACCIDENT

My mother can only be what I describe to be the worst excuse for a human being.  It doesn’t matter that she graduated high school at the age of 12 and has four PhD’s.  She’s a cold, cruel, heartless bitch.  And if you have ever met her and have even the slightest idea of what she has done to me, you would totally agree with me.

And that is just what I am about to tell you.  This is my survival story of how I was ruthlessly abused by my mother and how by some miracle I was able to escape.  I want you to know about this as no human being should ever receive the level of cruelty that my mother gave to me.  The whole world needs to know about this.  All of her scientific awards can burn for all I care.  She has caused enough harm to me and my family.  What is that cruelty?  You will hear every detail in due time.  To give my story any justice, I will start from the very beginning.

My name is Gabrielle Rogers, but you can call me Gabby.  Everyone else does.  But during the time of this story, I was known as Gabrielle Rivers, since that was my mother’s last name.  I lived in a 25,000 square foot mansion in Maryland, with my mother and younger sister Abigail (everyone calls her Abby).  From my mother’s stories, she always bragged about how she got her father’s mansion.  The Rivers family was very wealthy, but none of my great uncles had any children.  My grandfather did, but he didn’t have any sons.  All he had was my mother.  So, my mother boasted, all of the estate went to her.  The money, the mansion…everything.

The mansion is so big that it is divided into two separate wings: the west wing and the east wing.  Each wing has its own staircase, with a grand staircase in the middle, separating the two wings.  The mansion sits on 20 acres of land and because of my mother’s insane inheritance, all of the grounds are maintained on a regular basis.  The enormous yard is mowed.  During the summer, both the pool and hot tub are regularly treated with chlorine.  All of the shrubs get trimmed.  And the mini apple orchard gets tended to on a regular basis.  And in the backyard, a beautiful garden gets tended to on a regular basis.  A team of maids clean the entire house once a week and another cleaning service washes the windows once a month.  And I forgot to mention that there is a guest house sitting on either side of the mansion.  One for the east wing and one for the west wing.  Each one is around 2,000 square feet and neither of these houses count towards the 25,000 square feet of the main estate.  A large fountain sits in the front around the winding driveway that leads out to the front gate: the only way to enter Rivers Estate as the entire property is surrounded by fencing and there is a security guard on duty 24 hours a day.

So yeah. That’s my mother’s Barbie dream home that she inherited.  One important thing worth noting is that the entire east wing of the estate is off limits.  I learned this lesson the hard way when I was just five years old.  I was about to touch the doorknob, which led to the east wing.  When my mother saw this, she directed me to pull my pants down and expose my behind to her. 

“Gabby, that place is totally off limits!  Bad girl!!!  Bad!!”

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

“Don’t you EVER let mommy catch you trying to enter the east wing again!”

After a few hits from her paddle, I resolved to never try entering the east wing again.  I really didn’t understand what the harm was in going there.  What was my mother trying to hide?  I sulked, and slowly paced away from the forbidden door that I could never touch.

A knock on the door snapped me right out of my unintended nap.  A copy of The Lord of the Rings sat fanned face down on my king-sized bed.

“Gabby dear?  Gabby!”

“Wha…” I said, rubbing a little bit of sleep out of my eyes.

The door opened, and my mother entered in her usual work attire: a white lab coat with a long black skirt.  Her skin was smooth and her complexion was perfect.  She walked over to my bed and gave me her usual smirk.  This was the kind of thing that she did when she wanted me to do something that she didn’t want to do.

“Gabrielle, my dear?” My mother said in her sweetest tone.  “Could you be a dear and go change Abby’s diaper?”

I turned my face and rolled my eyes.  “Another one?”  I could tell by the look of my mother’s face that the diaper that I was about to change was going to be a messy one.  I let out a quiet sigh.  “Okay.  Where is the little stinker?”

“She is watching TV in her bedroom.  Now hurry, dear.  You don’t want her to get a rash…”

Don’t want her to get a rash…I mocked my mother in my head.  I resumed my role as fulltime babysitter and left my bedroom to change my little sister’s diaper.  It is now June and Abby (or Little Abby as I like to call her) is about to turn three in August.  I would’ve thought that my mother would’ve wanted to potty train Abby a year ago, but she has made zero initiative to even begin.  No pull-ups training pants.  No plastic big girl potties in the house.  No potty-training journals or reward stickers.  No books or videos about learning how to use the potty like a big girl.  Nothing.  For goodness sake, mom.  Abby will be turning four in another year.  No preschool is going to take a four-year-old girl that is still wearing diapers.  I have argued this with my mother before and I get the same response.  “Oh.  Abby’s a special little girl and she will grow at her own pace.”  Well, Abby doesn’t look like she’s interested in the potty because you have never showed her one.  Great job at being a wonderful example…

I walked down the hallway and enter the doorway on my left.  Abby was sucking on her pink pacifier and sitting in her bedroom on the white carpeted floor dressed in a white romper dress. The babyish kind with three snappable buttons at the crotch area which made it easy for diaper changes.  The TV was a 42-inch Ultra High-Definition TV that hung on the wall in her spacious room.  As I glanced at Abby’s loaded diaper, I let out a deep sigh.  Sure enough, I could see the damage that had already been done.  The poopy mess was spread out of her diaper and dripping out of the openings in her legs.  It even got onto parts of her romper and her legs. Regardless of this, Abby stared at the screen blankly, as if she were mesmerized by the kids’ channel that she was watching.  It was another episode of Bluey, and I just couldn’t stand it.  But the program that was playing was the least of my worries.  Abby’s diaper was my number one priority, regardless of how much I couldn’t stand the program.  Seriously, mom.  Why couldn’t you have changed her?

I pinched my nose and dragged Abby away from the UHD TV.  I lifted her by her waist being very careful not to get any of the poopy mess onto my fingertips.  Even though Abby was almost three years old, she had the build of an 18-month-old, as my mother had to take Abby to the pediatrician last week to treat an ear infection.  I had to come along, as I had diaper duty for my younger sister 24/7.  The only exceptions are the diapers that my mother changes in the morning and right before she goes to bed.  During the day, I change every one of Abby’s diapers.  This yucky and stinky one is no better…

I hoisted Little Abby up and rotated her, now supporting her by her neck and back in both hands.  I then laid her down on the diaper changer in her room that sat next to her crib that was covered in pink pastels.  As I laid her down and approached the mess, Abby turned her face and glanced in the distance.

“Bah-tah empty!” she yelled.

I nodded, as I tried to figure out what would be the best way that I could unsnap Abby’s romper without getting poop all over my hands.  Knowing that this was pretty much impossible, I reached down toward the snappable crotch buttons.  SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!  All three buttons were off, and I had a little bit of poop smeared on my fingers.  I carefully lifted the flap of the poop-stained white romper which revealed the yellowed and brown stained diaper.  I took a couple of baby wipes and wiped off my fingers before peeling back the tapes of her diaper…

And…Oh. My. Gosh.  The horrible stench was even worse with the diaper now opened up.  It filled my nostrils and I almost gagged.  There was so much poop in that diaper that I couldn’t believe it.

But Abby looked like she was staring into space.  She gave me a face that any child would give you after waking up from a bad dream.  She glanced at the empty bottle.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

I nodded, as I began wiping her with baby wipes, which only ended up smearing the poop on her after a couple wipes.  “Yes Abby.  I’ll get you something to drink after I change you.”  After about ten wipes, I had Abby stand up while I carefully wiped her behind.  After about half of the bag of baby wipes, I had all of Abby wiped clean.  I took the soiled diaper that was filled with the used wipes, and I rolled up the diaper into a ball and secured it closed with the two tapes.  I threw it in the diaper genie before I could even throw up on the floor in disgust.

As I began to rub the Aquaphor cream on all the red areas that I saw on Abby, she turned her face toward the empty baby bottle again and once again gave me the worried look.  “Mo Mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah Gaw-bee!”

I sighed, as this was a normal thing that Abby did whenever she wanted more milk to drink in her bottle.  I gave her a puzzled look as I pulled out another diaper: A Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Diaper.  Abby never moved around too much so my mother always got these diapers for her.  I opened up the diaper and I powdered the core.  “Abby, the milk that we give you does not have any baby formula in it.  What is this about formula?”  I laid Abby in the center of the diaper, and I folded up the front waistband between her legs.  I took the tapes from the back waistband, and I pulled them both snugly towards the landing zone in the center of the diaper.  Abby’s bellybutton peaked out just above the waistband of the diaper.  I heard the crinkled rustling as she sat up and pointed at the empty bottle again.

“No foamwah!” she cried.  “No foamwah!  I smaw!  No foamwah!  I smaw!”

I sighed, feeling very frustrated at Abby’s lack of speech development.  Having just taken child development at my private school, I understand that the kind of speech that I am hearing from Abby should be from a baby half of Abby’s age.  At her current age, Abby should know more than 300 words and should be able to form short sentences.  I frowned again as I tried to calm the worried face on my sister.  “Abby, there is no baby formula in the milk.  How about I get you some and show you.”  Before I could even snap the romper back up, I sighed when I saw the poop stain.  “This needs to be washed.”

I removed Abby’s soiled white romper dress and threw it into the dirty clothes hamper.  I sat Abby on the floor and got out another matching purple romper dress from her closet. I put it on her.  I then snapped the three crotch buttons to secure the romper over her diaper and was about to pick her up when I felt a very strong need to pee.  I glanced at Abby and pointed back at the TV.  “Can you watch some more TV, Abby?  Big sis needs to use the bathroom.”

Abby gave me a blank nod and walked back over to the TV.  She slouched onto the floor and continued watching more Bluey.

Meanwhile, I did the potty dance and I hurried into the bathroom adjacent to Abby’s bedroom.  I closed the door, undid the button on my skinny jeans, and pulled them down with my panties. I sat down on the toilet and let out a sigh of relief as I peed for the next 30 seconds.  My mother is making a big mistake in keeping my little sister in diapers.  She hasn’t even made a single effort to potty train Abby, and it has almost been a year since her second birthday.  She turns three in just two months.  And considering just how messy that diaper was, I would really like to stop changing my little sister’s diapers already.  I heard the buzz coming from my pants pocket.  I knew that it either had to be Gina or Renee. They wanted to know what the summer plans were now that we were all done with our private school until it resumed in September for our junior year.  I tapped away on my cellphone, providing a quick response for my two friends on the group text: “We will talk about it tonight when I go to bed.” I texted, providing a plain smiley face emoji.

My timing couldn’t be any more perfect than when I heard a few firm taps on the door.  “Gabby?”

It was my mother.  Knowing her, there was no keeping her waiting.  I finished up, quickly wiping myself with toilet paper and pulling my panties and skinny jeans before flushing.  I washed my hands for 20 seconds, quietly playing “If you’re happy and you know it” in my head before drying them.  I scurried out of the bathroom, almost running directly into my mother.  I staggered backwards, almost losing my balance.

My mother looked at me sternly.  She did not look pleased.  “Gabby dear,” she addressed me in her smooth, velvety softspoken voice.  “We do not run in this house.  Tell me, dear.  What is the hurry?  You’re a big girl.  You know the rules.”

“No running…” I softly mumbled with my face to the floor.

My mother gently pushed my chin up so that my eyes were locked with hers.  “Speak up, Gabby.  I cannot hear you.  And stand up straight and look at me when you’re talking.  Remember.  Posture dear.  Posture…”

I nodded as my chin was still locked in my mother’s grip.  I knew that she wouldn’t let me go until I reminded her of the proper manners that I already knew.  “No…Run…Ning…” I clearly said, enunciating every syllable.

My mother released my chin suddenly.  I almost fell down, but I quickly regained my balance.  “Now Gabby, I know that you are perfectly capable of behaving like a young lady.  Please show me that you remember your manners.  I have sent you to one of the best private boarding and day schools.  Please lead by example and make me proud.”

I nodded.  I do have to admit that attending The Madeira School was pretty nice.  With it being an all-girl school, there was nothing to distract me or my friends from our studies.  Grades were certainly not an issue with me as I have been getting nothing but solid A’s.  A-minuses were totally out of the question, as I have received a beating from my mother for getting one before on a test.

My mother turned around and glanced at Abby.  She sniffed the room, which pretty much mostly had the smell of baby powder at this point.  There was still a hint of the poopy smell, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as earlier.  “I see that you have changed Abby.  Good girl.”

Yes.  My mother’s praise sounded like the kind of praise you would give to a dog, but at 15, I was used to it at this point.  That reminded me of something very important.  I turn 16 in another month…I looked at my mother and glanced at her face.  For someone in her late forties, she looked almost 20 years younger than that.  If nobody knew my mother, she would pass for someone almost turning 30.  I have pressed my mother before on her youthful appearance and she always provided me with the same answer in just one word: “Genetics.”  If genetics gives her that appearance, then I hope that I can look like her when I’m almost 50 someday.

I glanced at my mother, who was still looking at me.  I knew that she would not be around me unless she wanted something.

My mother gave me an expectant look, as if I was expected to know what she was thinking.  “Gabby, have you done all of your chores today?”

I sighed.  I knew that stretching the truth was not an option, so I came clean.  “No mother.  I only have a few m—”

My mother cut me off midsentence.  “Gabby, you need to finish every last chore.  Your courses are done for the summer and all you have for the fall is just one summer project required for every Madeira student.  I expect you to have every last chore done before dinner.  Do I make myself clear, young lady?”

I nodded, making sure that my posture was correct this time.

Abby was now standing up, holding an empty baby bottle in her hands.  She looked at my mother with pleading eyes.

“Mo mak mah-mee!” she said, shaking the bottle.  “Mo mak!”

My mother shook her head in disapproval and snatched the baby bottle from my little sister.  “No no…” she said in a sing-song voice.  “What is the magic word, Abby?”

“Pease…” Abby said, giving her a flat smile.

I sighed and looked at my mother.  “Mother, I just changed Abby.  She’s going to need to be changed again when you give her more milk.  Shouldn’t we be potty training her?”

My mother shook her head to and fro and gave my sister a soft pat on the diaper.  “Abby is not ready for toilet training yet.  When she’s ready, she’ll let mommy know.  Won’t you Abbycadabry?”

I gave a groan of frustration in my mind.  I hated it whenever my mom used a cute nickname to address my little sister.  And that nickname had me cringing the most.

My little sister gave a gentle nod and glanced up at the empty bottle that my mother was still holding.

“You want some milkies, Abby?” My mother said in a soft coo.  “Here.  We’re going to get some milkies.  In the meantime, how about I get you your pacie?”

Abby again generated a weak smile.  My mother grabbed her purple pacifier that was sitting on a felt beanbag chair.  She slid it into Abby’s mouth and Abby began to mindlessly suck on it.  She then hoisted Abby in one arm while holding her empty bottle in the other.

“I’m going to refill Abby’s bottle and feed her.” My mother explained.  “After that, I am putting her in the playpen and I’m going upstairs to run some more experiments, finish an article for a scientific journal, and finish publishing a textbook for one of Harvard Med School’s latest courses.  I will want you to have all of your chores done when I return.  Am I clear, Gabby?”

I nodded, keeping careful eye contact with my mother.  “Yes mother…”

My mother exited the room with Abby, leaving me to my chores.

I glanced at the chore list, making careful note of the chores that I have already done today.  Fortunately, I have already done most of the chores before taking a break with my Lord of the Rings book. All that I needed to do to finish my chores included the following tasks: pick up my clothes and other odds and ends in my room, vacuum my bedroom, and clean the bathroom. That included every surface, all of the toilet, the bathtub, and the glass shower. (Yes. My bedroom has a pretty big bathroom with both a bathtub and separate shower, and I was responsible for cleaning every square inch.) I spent the next hour and a half completing my last three chores. I picked up all my clothes, making sure that they were all thrown into the dirty clothes hamper. I got the vacuum out of the utility closet down the hall and vacuumed every square inch. The floor of my room looked spotless as usual, as I was expected to vacuum my room every week. For the bathroom, I opened a closet inside it to get out all of the cleaning supplies. I scrubbed every square inch of the tile floor in the bathroom. I carefully wiped down the counter space. There was barely any toothpaste residue and soap residue as I also was expected to clean the bathroom weekly. The mirror by the sink also didn’t look too bad. Just a couple specks of food residue from flinging food particles off my teeth while I was flossing. As for the chores, this was something that I have never questioned my mother on as the maids get all the rest of the house clean, except for my room and bathroom. I took the glass cleaner and sprayed the mirror. I carefully wiped everything off with a paper towel. The mirror now looked spotless. I inserted a disinfectant tablet into the toilet wand and began scrubbing the weeks’ worth of dried waste off of the inside of the toilet. After getting the inside of the bowl spotless, I sprayed down the outside of the bowl and the rest of the toilet with a cleaning solution, rinsed it with some wet paper towels, and dried it off with a few more paper towels.

Right after I flushed the clean toilet, my chores were all complete.

No sooner did I finish than when my mother was entering my bathroom with Abby. She was still mindlessly sucking away on her pacifier. I still could not believe just how much my mother was babying Abby, but I dared not question it this time. For some strange reason, my mother believed that Abby could just tell her when she wanted to act like a big girl. My mother was supposed to be encouraging the big girl behavior, instead of discouraging it with a fresh bottle, her pacifier, and the diapers that she still wears both day and night. As a result, my sister was developmentally delayed. She spoke more like an 18-month-old than an almost 3-year-old. She didn’t even use a sippy cup. My poor little sister was just pampered and spoiled, and my mother never did anything about it. But why? Why keep my little sister from developing into a big girl?

My mother grabbed the chore list from me and carefully glanced at every check mark. Now it wasn’t enough for her to just see the checks. She had to examine every area that corresponded to the completed task before I would be in the clear. After she checked all the chores and areas, she gave me a nod of approval. “You finished all of your chores, Gabby. Good girl…”

I bit my lip.  I’m pretty sure that if I were a dog, my mother would have given me a treat. 

My mother then looked at her smart watch and glanced at me again.  “Now let’s have some dinner.  I’ll meet you down there.”

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and glanced at the time.  5:48 PM.  I knew the next important rule of the Rivers Estate:  Dinner was to be served at 6:00 PM.  If I were late, even a minute late, I would not be having dinner that evening.  Dinner was typically prepared by a private chef that my mother hired, and she would not hesitate to order the chef to take the covered plate of food away from me if I was late for dinner.  This was both wasteful and unfair, but they were the official Rivers Estate rules that my mother made up.

I promptly made my way downstairs and to the dining room, where three covered plates already sat.  Two of the plates sat in the corner of a large dining room table fit for 20 people.  The third smaller plate sat on a highchair next to the end seat, which belonged to my mother. I sat in the other seat perpendicular to her.

I took my seat and waited for mom to arrive carrying Abby.  She sat Abby in the highchair and lifted up the cover on the plate.  The chef announced the dinner we would be having tonight, giving a detailed description of each entrée and the way that he prepared it.  Abby’s dinner was three chicken nuggets, carefully cut into smaller pieces so that my mother could feed them to her.  There was also a small portion of crinkle cut fries and a French apple tart.  The tart was carefully cut into a very small piece just for Abby.  But Abby wouldn’t be feeding herself.  My mother would be feeding every last piece of the tart to Abby.  For crying out loud, mom.  I have not seen Abby feed herself once.  Don’t you ever want to see Abby become a big girl?  But again, I didn’t dare question my mother’s rather unusual parenting style.  At this rate, Abby will still not be ready to attend school next year…

Both mine and my mother’s dinner were the following entrées:  A chicken Caesar salad.  A deluxe Kobe Beef Cheeseburger served on freshly made onion buns.  It had a delicious tangy ginger mayonnaise with greenhouse grown tomatoes, fresh romaine lettuce, and red onions.  It also had freshly chopped portabella mushrooms and applewood smoked bacon drizzled with a sweet barbecue sauce and Dijon mustard.  The same crinkle cut fries were there, only our portions were larger and were cooked in truffle oil and sprinkled with freshly grated parmesan cheese.  The dipping sauce included tangy ginger mayonnaise.  The dessert included a French apple tart, which was a full piece, instead of the tiny toddler-sized piece that Abby got.

I ate my food and my mother ate hers after she finished feeding Abby.  After we were both done, my mother finished feeding Abby her bottle, with still no sippy cup in sight.  I drank my glass of milk, making sure that I finished every last drop.

We didn’t need to clear the table, as that responsibility belonged to the chef.  But I did have the responsibility to ask my mother to be excused.  I knew how much trouble I would be in if I forgot to do this.  So, I glanced up at my mother.

“Mother,” I addressed, making careful eye contact with her.  “May I please be excused from the table?”

My mother glanced at my plate to ensure that every last morsel of food was consumed.  She gave me a nod of approval.  “You can be excused, Gabby.  Please get ready for bed.  After that, you are free to do evening activities.  Bedtime is at 10:00.”

I nodded and took this as my signal to get ready for bed so I could talk to my friends.  I walked, not ran back up the stairs to my bedroom.  I undressed myself and brushed my teeth, flossed, and used mouthwash.  I then took a shower and dried off.  I put on my bra with a pink nightgown and pulled the cell phone out of my pants pocket.  I threw myself onto the king-sized bed, unfortunately landing right on top of my Lord of the Rings book.  I sighed and picked up the still open book, carefully sitting it on the floor beneath my bed.

I texted Gina and Renee in the group text.  They both video called me and I merged the two calls, giving us a three-way conversation.

“Hey.” I said as I laid on my bed, taking casual sips of water from my water bottle.  “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Gina said as a joke.  “Are you finally free from your chores and sister duties?”

I nodded.  “For tonight I am.  What do you all plan on doing?”

“Can we go to the mall?” Renee offered as a suggestion.

I sighed.  “None of us can drive yet, so who would take us?”

Renee smiled.  “My mom could take both of us.  And we could have a sleepover afterwards!”

Gina sighed.  “How about a pool party at my house?  We got a very nice pool and I plan on inviting a lot of people…”

“Will you invite any of the guys from Landon?” Renee teased Gina.  “I know that you have a crush on one of them…”

Gina’s face blushed.  “Yes, that’s true.  Us girls at Madeira don’t get a lot of opportunities to meet guys…”

“That’s because Madeira wants us to study books, not boys,” I said with a smile.  “That reminds me.  Have any of you started on the summer project yet?”

Both girls nodded..

“Have you started, Gabby?” Gina asked me. “The project requires that you research your family tree and provide a 20-page essay describing your family members and what they mean to you. I’m almost finished with my project. My dad was very helpful in filling in all of the details.”

Renee nodded. “My dad helped me too, but I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my project until July. Just before your birthday, Gabs…”

Gina looked at me quizzically. “What about you, Gabby? Has your dad been helping you? Wait…Didn’t you tell us that you don’t have a dad?”

I gave her a sad nod. “I have no idea where my dad is.” I told her. “I never met him in my life. When I was born, all I saw was my mother…”

“Have you asked your mom about him?” Renee asked me. “I don’t mean to prod…”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I have asked my mother a number of times and she always tells me that she divorced him before I was even born. There’s no information that I can find on him anywhere…” I sighed. “My family tree will be missing my father…I’m going to fail the project…”

“See if you can find something,” Gina said, trying to encourage me.

I sighed. “I know that my mother does all of her research for Harvard. The problem is that I’m not allowed in her private laboratory or bedroom. Even if she kept any keepsake from my father, I wouldn’t be able to see it. Thanks for the encouragement though…”

“Well, I’m getting tired.” Gina said, yawning. “I would like to do the pool party this Friday.”

“And we can go to the mall on Saturday.” Renee added. “After that, we can have a sleepover at my house! We can discuss the details tomorrow. All I can say is get ready to stay up late…”

I nodded. “It was nice catching up with you all. Good night!”

“Good night!” both girls shouted.

I glanced at my cell phone. The time was 7:38 PM. I didn’t want to go to bed right away, so I read a little more of my Lord of the Rings book. It was a little after 8:00, so I decided to play Super Mario Odyssey on the Nintendo Switch. I got a few more moons in the Metro Kingdom before I shut off my Switch and called it a night.

The time was now 8:53 PM. It was just an hour before I had to go to bed. I charged my cell phone and turned off the lights. I got into my king-sized bed and pulled the covers over me, since the central air was on full blast, and I was freezing. I adjusted my pillow and laid on my side. Moments later, I fell asleep.

That night, I had a horrible nightmare. It started with me discovering that my water bottle was empty. I left my room with it and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I filled my water bottle with more ice and water. That’s when I was hit with a very strong urge to pee. I stood and squirmed as I began to do the potty dance. Fortunately, I was still able to maintain control of my bladder. I took my water bottle up the stairs and noticed the stairs becoming longer and longer with each step. My abdomen ached with the urge to pee again, and I ran up the infinite staircase. Eventually, I somehow reached the top. I then started to run down the hallway, trying to do everything to fight the urge to pee. The hallway started to become longer like the staircase. I made a sprint through the hallway, the endless hallway seeming to go on forever. I noticed the hallway doors to the left and right disappearing before my eyes, but I saw one door in front of me. I ran towards the door, but the hallway seemed to keep stretching forward with each step. Finally, the hallway stopped stretching and I reached for the knob of the door…

But it was too late. I felt a wet patch of pee forming on my nightgown before it dripped down the legs to form a puddle. I didn’t make it to the bathroom. I pissed myself. And even worse, I pulled down my nightgown and glanced at my panties. Only it wasn’t my panties. Instead, it was one of my sister’s diapers. I glanced at the shade of yellow that filled the entire crotch area of the diaper. The diaper was entirely soaked and leaking. I then began to cry…

I woke up feeling very wet. I got out of bed and lifted up the covers, feeling the pee-soaked night gown stick to my skin. I glanced at the fitted sheet and mattress to see a large wet patch of pee in the center of the bed. I could not believe my eyes. “No no no no no no!” I cried in disbelief. I was both embarrassed and mortified. This was the first time that I pissed myself since I was five years old. That’s when I heard a knock on the door.

My heart sank. I am so dead…My heart raced as the knob turned and the door opened.

My mother stood there and immediately began to take in her surroundings before a look of shock came over her face. She looked at me with her mouth wide open. “Gabby…” she said in a tone that indicated that I was clearly guilty and in a lot of trouble. “You wet the bed! You peed all over yourself and…” she did not finish her sentence. Instead, she angerly pointed in the direction of the bathroom. “Just go and get a shower. I’ll get someone to clean this up…” My mother got out her cellphone while I walked towards the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my cell phone before I entered the bathroom to clean up. 9:14 AM.

I hurriedly took off my pee-soaked nightgown, bra, and panties and took a shower. When I was finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and exited the bathroom.

My mother was still standing in my room, waiting for one of our maids to go and take care of my soaked bedding.

Trying to help the situation, I fully explained my dream to my mother. She gave me a stern look and gazed into my eyes. “So, you tried to use the bathroom in your dream?” She pointed to the soaked bedding. “That was just an accident, Gabby. Don’t let it happen again.”

To make matters worse, my mother went and brought Abby into the room. She showed Abby the scene of my accident and pointed at me. “You see your sister there, Abby? Gabby had an accident. Now big girls aren’t supposed to have accidents. So, I will give her the benefit of the doubt for this one. But if it happens three more times, mommy is going to take away Gabby’s underwear, and she’s going to wear Pull Ups.” She then turned her face towards me and raised her voice. “Do I make myself clear, Gabby?”

I nodded.

But my mother wasn’t done. She looked at me and pointed in the direction of the bed. “Stand over there.” She then looked back at my baby sister. “You see Gabby there? Gabby is a naughty girl, and mommy’s going to teach her a lesson.” She walked over to me and firmly grabbed my neck, making me drop my bath towel. I was now standing completely naked in front of my mother and sister. She then pressed my face into the pee-soaked bedding. I closed my mouth so I wouldn’t get any piss in it. I started to lift my face up, but she pushed my face even harder into the soaked bedding. “Don’t move!”

A few seconds later, I felt a sting of pain on my behind. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

My mother screamed at the top of her lungs, beating me hard with each syllable. “You! Will! Not! Wet! The! Bed! Any! More!”

My eyes filled with tears, and they began to drip onto the soaked bedding that my face was pressed into. My mother then pulled me by the hair off of the bedding and then turned my face towards hers.

“Gabby, you have three strikes,” she warned. “Three strikes and you lose your big girl privileges. Don’t you dare disappoint me.”

She left the room with my sister, who looked just as numb as the other day. Seriously. I have never seen my sister truly happy before. What is wrong with her? I looked at the soaked bedding. What is wrong with me? I haven’t wet the bed since I was five and now a maid has to clean this up.

I thought about the accident and how much of a fluke it was. My mother was right. It was just an accident. And the sharp pain that I felt from her beating reminded me of it.

But I only had three strikes. Three strikes until I was in Pull Ups. I haven’t worn Pull Ups since I was three years old. That accident that I had at five was also a fluke, so there wasn’t any Pull Ups or diapers that she had me wear. Just three strikes. But with this bedwetting being only a fluke, I don’t expect to use any of them.

I just hoped that I was right

to be continued...

[dadamamma]

TITLE: MY MOTHER'S FORMULA

Hey everyone!

For today, I'm posting a story that I actually had in progress for a little while.  I got inspiration from this story through some other stories on this forum.  While it's not any of the Diaper Dimension stories, it does draw inspiration from one of the authors that I follow.

This story is set in Potomac, Maryland and my attempt at writing a story where the main characters have to deal with a strict mother who's very big on discipline.  There is some element of mystery involved.

Like always, I am welcome to any feedback that you may have on the story!  Here's the summary.  Enjoy the story!

Sixteen-year-old Gabrielle Rivers has a mother that is an award-winning scientist. Having never met her father in her entire life, Gabrielle looks for answers when her mother attends an awards banquet one evening. Searching for the whereabouts of her father is the least of Gabrielle’s worries, as her nighttime bedwetting has started up once again.

Gabrielle’s quest to find the truth is not made any easier when she has to deal with her almost three-year-old sister Abigail, who is still in diapers. Gabrielle can’t help but notice that there is something very strange about her sister. Her mother just says that Abigail has a strong sense of imagination, but after Gabrielle finds out everything, she is not quite sure that her mother is being truthful.

And even worse, Gabrielle’s mother finds Gabrielle reading forbidden documents in her bedroom. She takes Gabrielle into the kitchen and prepares a glass of milk for her. Gabrielle drinks the milk, but after a few hours, she doesn’t feel very well, and her world changes forever. Now trapped and full of the truth, Gabrielle can neither walk nor crawl and is unable to speak. Will she ever escape? Is she trapped with her mother forever?

Find out in the chapters ...

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Ms. Mable's Little People Play Place

"Alright she’s all clear!” Shouted the foreman as he finished his last sweep of the building. As he stepped out into the parking lot, few members of his team rushed to begin removing the front doors from their frame. He strode over to the excavator that sat waiting, its operator playing on his phone as he waited for an update on the job. 

 

“Its all good Johnny,” he said, getting the man’s attention. “As soon as the doors are off and the boards are off the windows, you can do your thing.”

“No problem,” the younger man said, adjusting his hard hat. He then noticed his boss carrying something under his arm. “Whatcha got there, Mack.”

“Some old toy that was missed over the years if you can believe it.” He handed over the beat up truck. 

 

Johnny examined it. “Looks like someone stepped on it. And threw it." He turned it over in his hands. “Bradley Broderick? I went to school with a guy by that name.”

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah, the asshole stole my girlfriend.” He said with only a hint of bitterness.

“Now you got his truck.” Said Mack, laughing slightly. 

Johnny scoffed. “What am I, a child? Toss it.”

Mack took it back and made his way to the dumpster as Johnny climbed into his rig. To be honest this job had given him the creeps. Even during the day as they gutted it. He’ll actually be happy when Ms. Mable’s Little People’s Play Place was finally torn down and bulldozed off of the face of the earth. With a sigh he tossed the old busted toy into the dumpster and returned to work.

END

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Ms. Mable’s Little People’s Play Place

Part 2

After Sandy stormed off, Brad got back to trying to get the door open. Primarily by rapidly pushing the panic bar a few more times and giving it a desperate kick for good measure. Unfortunately all that got him was pain running up his leg and even more frustration.

‘Sandy was the last one in! This was her fault!’ Thought Brad. ‘She could have propped it open or something!’

Now he was feeling the need to go as well. He turned and started walking in the direction Sandy went. He might as well find the woman, take a piss and maybe they can figure this out together. The glass was removed from the windows so maybe they could tear some of the boards off and get out that way.

Brad wondered if maybe this was all a sign that it was high time to go their separate ways. It's not like he had any plans to marry her and they’ve been fighting more and more lately. ‘Thirteen years since senior year is a good run, right?’

Brad was torn from his thoughts by a terrible shriek that echoes through the hall before suddenly cutting out. He immediately recognized it as his girlfriend.

“Sandy!” He shouted back. “What's wrong?!”

No answer.

“SANDY!”

No answer again. Brad's stomach twisted and he started gripping his flashlight tighter and with both hands to stop himself from shaking. ‘Man up. Your girlfriend’s in trouble and you need to help.’

Brad sprinted towards the restroom hoping to get whatever this was over with before his fear paralyzed him. When he reached the restroom, he practically skidded to a halt and pivoted to whip the beam of his flashlight through the doorway. Save for the lone stall that they somehow missed on their first look, the room was otherwise empty.

No mirrors.

No sinks.

No Sandy.

“SANDY!” Brad hollered louder than before, his voice cracking.

‘Shit, shit, SHIT! Someone was here and they have her to do who knows what.’

Sandy was right in that Brad had never been in a real fight before and the idea of being in one now terrified him—even if it was to save his girlfriend. For a moment he considered trying the window thing and getting out to find help, but he ultimately decided against it. Sandy might be murdered in the meantime or he could get snuck up on while prying the boards off the windows.

Suddenly he heard footsteps back from the direction he came in and he quickly turned in response. At the edge of his flashlight’s beam he caught… something entering another doorway. Whoever it was they had somehow managed to get behind him.

Brad threw caution to the wind and bolted after them. Fuck escaping, Brad was going to get him and Sandy out of this or die trying. He nearly passed the doorway before correcting himself and entering.

“GET AWAY FROM… her?” Brad’s fury turned to confusion as he once again found himself in an empty room . As he caught his breath he desperately moved his light side to side to scan every inch of the room. There really was nothing in there.

*CLICK*

The room suddenly filled with light forcing Brad to shut his eyes in response. Blinking his blindness away, Brad saw that the room was no longer empty. The concrete floor was now covered by a colorful carpet. Children’s toys were scattered about it and even more were upon the shelves along the walls. In the back of the room was a pair of large cribs—far larger than what one would expect for a baby—and an equally sized changing table between them. The only thing that hadn't changed were the boards on the windows.

“Bradley,” beckoned a woman’s voice from behind.

Brad whipped around to see a middle aged woman as she gently closed the door that had inexplicably appeared alongside the rest of the room’s content. She smiled back at him and leaned back against the door.

“Who are you and where is she?’ demanded Brad as he stood up straighter. He hoped he looked and sounded sufficiently threatening and the stranger didn’t notice him trembling.

"Sandra's just fine, sweetie.” She calmly strode past him and sat down on a low plastic table in the center of the room. “But don’t tell me you also forgot Ms. Mable? You used to have so much fun here.”

“Bullshit! She-”

“Died?” The woman interrupted. “Yeppers! You’re such a smart boy! And you’ve become so close to little Sandy. I just wonder if you’ve ever learned to pick up your toys.”

Brad felt something tap him in his ankle. He looked down to see the half crushed truck from earlier. Even as the voice in the back of his brand screamed at him not to, he picked it up and turned it over. Written on the bottom in silver sharpie was a name.

Bradley Broderick.

He looked up at the woman who only smiled knowingly as she pointed to her left temple. Only then did Brad notice the bruised indentation in her head.

Brad let out a scream and chucked the toy at her. She did not move but instead of an impact the truck just passed through her head, causing it to distort as if made of smoke and then quickly reform as the truck crashed upon the floor behind her. This time her smile was replaced with a nasty scowl.

“Bradley! Do NOT throw toys at people!” She scolded.

Brad turned and dashed to the door. Staying was no longer an option in his mind. Sandy was probably lost and if he sticks around he will probably join her. With any luck this was all just a bad dream and he’ll wake up in bed next to Sandy with a killer hangover. When he reached the door and turned the knob it remained unmoved.

“WHY IS EVERY DOOR FUCKING LOCKED!” Brad screamed while feverishly pulling on the door knob. Suddenly he was jerked away from the door by the collar of his jacket, causing him to drop his flashlight. The room spinned as he was lifted and slammed belly down on Ms. Mable’s lap, knocking the wind out of him.

“That is it, young man,” she said sternly. “Clearly you’ve been lacking in discipline in our time apart.” With a forceful tug his pants and boxer briefs were pulled down to his knees. Brad struggled desperately but she effortlessly held him down with one hand.

“And it looks like I’m going to have to fix that.”

Brad let out a yelp at the first smack to his backside. Despite being smaller than him, she packed a great deal more strength.

“You do NOT throw toys!” Nine more blows followed. Brad tried to steel himself but by the sixth the pain had caused him to start tearing up.

“AND you do not use that kind of language when speaking to adults!”*SMACK* “IT.” *SMACK* “IS.” *SMACK* “NOT.” *SMACK* “NICE.” *SMACK* Another five followed that and when they were done Brad’s ass felt like it was on fire and he was bawling.

“I think you’ve had enough,” she sighed. “But look at the mess you made on the carpet.”

Only after taking a moment to calm himself did he notice the odor of urine and the puddle seeping into the carpet.

“You and Sandra both!” She pulled Brad’s jacket off and it simply floated through the air to hang itself on a wall hook. “I swear I need to speak with your parents when I next see them.”

She then stood, holding Brad on her hip. “At least none got on me, huh?”

Brad’s eyes went wide when he saw where she was carrying him; the changing table. He tried struggling again but her arm firmly held him. ‘She can’t be serious,’ thought Brad as he squirmed in her grip. He needed to get away and at this point he didn’t care if he was wearing pants or not. Unfortunately she had him on top of the table’s mat in short order and the strap that came across his chest pinned his arms as well. Still he tried to break free to Ms. Mables’s annoyance.

“Bradley if you don’t settle down I’m going to put you back over my knee.”

That stopped him. His butt was still burning and he wasn’t looking to make it worse. He didn’t relax so much as go rigid, too scared to move a muscle. Either way Ms. Mable seemed pleased.

“Thank you.” She said as she started retrieving her supplies from below the table.

“P-please just let me g-mmmpphh.” Brad was cut off by something being shoved in his mouth. Judging by the silicone bulb in his mouth, he assumed it was a pacifier.

“Hush now sweetie,” she said as she tore his pants off,making sure to take his sneakers along with them for good measure. She then opened a pack of wipes and proceeded to clean off what little urine remained on his crotch. “I’m gonna have a talk with your parents about your potty habits as well. Clearly you weren’t ready for big boy pants. You and Sandra both.”

An unseen force pulled Brad's legs up and lifted his butt off the mat as Ms. Mable unfolded the thick oversized diaper and placed it under him onto the soft padding. With the pain his backside was in, he actually found it slightly relieving. As she started sprinkling powder on his crotch and rubbing it in he started looking around the room. There had to be some way out of this but he saw nothing that would help. His eyes drifted to the corner of the table where he noticed the chipped wood and the splattering of what looked like dried blood. His attention was dragged back to the situation at hand when he felt the front of the diaper pulled up between his legs and taped snugly into place. He tried to close his legs but the thick padding made it difficult. His efforts were rewarded with only the diaper’s crinkle.

“Alright baby lets get you something yummy in that tummy and then I think a nice nap is in order,” said Ms. Mable as she finally unbuckled him. And carried him through another door into an adjacent room.

Like the previous room, this one was also restored to what it once was. The handful of kiddy tables and chairs as well as a sink, counter, pantry and fridge noted that this was a combination of kitchen and cafeteria. In the middle of the dining area was a pair of sized up high chairs and seated in one of them was Sandy. Like Brad, her pants and panties were replaced by a thick diaper. At the sight of them entering she stopped fighting against the restraints that held her limbs.

“Brmmph?” She mumbled into her own pacifier.

After plopping him into the empty chair and locking the tray in place, his own set of restraints magically snaked their way around his arms and legs to hold them down. And he felt a bib tie itself around his neck. Satisfied, their captor made her way to the pantry and cabinets in the kitchen area. At that time, his and Sandy’s pacifiers popped out finally allowing them to talk.

Sandy wasted no time. “BRAD YOU IDIOT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WE ARE THROUGH!”

“You were the one who let the door close behind you!” Brad countered.

“Don’t you dare blame this on me!” Sandy was even more incensed. “Coming here was your idea in the first place!”

“Then you should have tried to talk me out of it!”

“Children, please!” Ms. Mable scolded from the kitchen area. “And here I thought you were such good little friends.”

“LET US GO!” Demanded Sandy. “Pleeeeease”

“No can do.” Ms. Mable then produced a clipboard from thin air. “It says right here that both of you have been checked into my care.”

Brad felt Sandy’s eyes glaring daggers into him. “Look you crazy… lady, we’re not babies you can’t-”

“Not babies? That puddle of pee you left on the playroom carpet implies otherwise.”

Brad felt his face turn red and heard Sandy snicker.

“You’re one to talk Sandra.” Said Ms. Mable as she returned to the two of them, causing Sandy to blush as much as Brad. She carried a small jar in each hand, both open with spoon handles sticking out. Floating in the air near her head were a pair of bottles filled with what Brad assumed was milk. One had ‘Brad B.’ written on it in marker and the other was labeled ‘Sandy S.’

“Now let's get you fed and off to beddy-by. The two of you definitely need some sleep.” She placed a jar on Brad’s tray but then turned to Sandy. “Little ladies first!”

“Please no-,” Sandy was cut off by a spoonful of whatever was in the jar. Followed by another and another. Brad watched Sandy’s face contort in disgust as she was forced to swallow it. When the jar was empty it looked like half was on her face and bib and the other she was about to throw up. Just as she was trying to catch her breath, one of the floating bottles shoved its nipple into her mouth.

Next it was Brad’s turn as Ms. Mable picked up his jar and approached with the first spoonful. Brad turned away and kept his mouth shut. No way he was eating that mush.

However, Ms. Mable was unconcerned. She simply placed the jar back down and with her then free hand started ticking Brad’s bare thigh. “Coochie coo!”

Brad held for no more than a second before breaking into a laugh. She then wasted no time shoving the spoon into his mouth. “Yummy, huh?” She came in with another spoonful. “You’re not getting out of that chair until you finish everything. That means you, Sandra.” She glared at his fellow captive. As Brad choked down more of the disgusting baby food. He heard Sandy more agressively sucking down her bottle’s contents.

Soon but not soon enough Brad was washing his slop down with his own bottle. As he suckled the nipple he realized that it wasn’t milk but some kind of formula. He had no clue how he kept it all down, especially with the alcohol he drank earlier in the night. Finished with her own bottle, Sandy continued to glare at him while she quietly sucked on her pacifier.

When he finally finished, another wipe attacked the mess of goop on his face before his pacifier replaced itself back in his mouth. He slumped in his seat, sick to his stomach and waited as Ms. Mable removed his and Sandy’s trays. Once off the straps that restrained them finally undid themselves and they both found themselves on each of Ms. Mable’s hips as she carried them back to the previous room.

Back in the nursery she brought them over to the giant cribs. The lights automatically dimmed except for a night light in a wall socket. The crib’s railings automatically lowered and Sandy was the first to be placed in one. As soon as her padded butt hit the mattress a blanket enveloped her and bound her in a tight swaddle. The railing lifted itself and she was trapped.

Brad was next placed in his and just like with Sandy, a blanket swaddled him tightly. Any struggle was just met with the blanket binding him tighter. Looking up at his captor, his eyes drifted her head wound. Finally realizing that fighting wouldn’t help, he began screaming into his pacifier to hopefully get Ms. Mable’s attention. She regarded him curiously for a moment before finally removing it.

“Yes sweetie, what is it?”

“I’m sorry!” Brad blurted out the moment he could speak freely. “I-I’m sorry I left my truck for you to step on. I’m sorry you died because of it” He sniffled. “I didn’t mean it but I’m still sorry.” Brad started sobbing. “P-please let us g-goooo!”

Ms. Mable put her hand over her heart, clearly moved by his words. “Oh sweetie, it's okay.” She wiped the tears from his face with her thumb. “I’ve already forgiven you!”

“Really?” Brad was genuinely surprised his hail mary apology might have worked.

She nodded, “Yes baby, I forgave you the moment I died. After all, you don’t know any better.”

“Then you’ll let us go?” He said with renewed hope in his voice.

“Of course!” She leaned in. “When your mommies and daddies come to pick you up.”

Brad’s face fell. “W-wha-mmmph.”

Ms. Mable shoved the pacifier back in his mouth and raised the railing. After turning on a baby monitor that was attached to the crib, she walked to the door and opened it. Before exiting.

“Oh and don’t worry sweeties, I’ll change you out of any messy diapers when you wake up. Nighty night!” With that she took her leave and the door clicked shut behind her. Brad and Sandy resumed struggling against their bonds as their sobs were joined in chorus by the crinkle of their diapers.

to be continued...

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It's a few days late but I wrote this for a Halloween contest. Even if its a few days late I'd figured I'd share it!

 

Ms. Mable’s Little People’s Play Place

PART 1:

“It’s not that bad”, shouted Brad from the other side of the chain link fence. “Just run and jump!”

Whenever he had a bit of alcohol in him Brad always wanted to try and impress her with some physical feat. In this case it was hopping over the daycare’s fence like a teenager. He’ll probably be complaining about how sore he is when he wakes up in the morning. Despite his boyish face, his thirties have started to hit him and his blonde hair has darkened.

Oh well. If she cared about athleticism she would have stayed with Johnny Shotsman.

She glanced at the sign hanging on the fence that said in no uncertain terms to keep out and that they’d be arrested if they didn’t. After giving a heavy sigh and taking a running leap at the fence, she managed to hoist herself up only to fall into the grass on the other side. Upon impact she felt the pressure in her bladder.

‘Maybe I should have gone before leaving the bar.’

It had become an October tradition for them to get drinks at their usual watering hole and then go visit one of the haunted sites around town. It was initially Brad’s idea and Sandy was sure it was only so he could show how brave he was. Fun at first but after a while it lost its novelty. Spend the night in one abandoned psych ward or farm house and you’ve spent the night in them all. 

This year however, Brad suggested Ms. Mabel's Little People’s Play Place. It was a daycare they both went to as little kids. Now it's been long abandoned and condemned. After changing hands over the years the current owners finally decided what to do with the place; demolish it and build something else in its place. Said demolition was scheduled to start tomorrow morning. 

The front doors were locked tight with chains and a padlock and instead of taking that as his sign to just call the night a bust and go home, Brad had the juvenile idea to hop the back fence to the playground and try to get in that way. As if the odds of that door being unlocked were any different. But when her boyfriend got a stupid idea in his head she found it was easier to just let him see it to its stupid end rather than argue with him.  

Sandy hobbled to her feet and picked the dead leaves that had gotten stuck in her hair. Looking around she noticed that this wasn’t much of a playground anymore. Any equipment was long removed leaving only an overgrown lawn covered in autumn leaves. The building itself was a basic brown brick affair with the green paint on the door and window trimming having faded over the past three decades. The windows themselves had been boarded up. 

 

“You didn’t drop your flashlight, did you?” Asked Brad.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” said Sandy through gritted teeth as she pulled her flashlight out and waved it in his face. “Let’s get this over with. I have to pee.”

“What? You love this shit,’ said Brad as they started towards the door. “Or at least used to.”

“Is this place even supposed to be haunted?” Asked Sandy as she zipped up her hoodie.

“The original owner died here. I heard she slipped on some kid’s toy and hit her head or something.”

Sandy scoffed. “Fucking lame way to go.”

 

“Yeah and like, they couldn’t keep the place open after that. I think my parents stopped sending me here around that time. I don’t know, I don’t remember.”

“It was probably the same for me,” said Sandy. As Brad went for the door, she took a quick look around to make sure that there weren’t any cops around. Not that it should be that much of a problem. They’ll be turning around in a few seconds when Brad finds out this door is locked too. 

“And we're in!” Shouted Brad excitedly as he swung the door open and turned on his own flash light. 

‘What the fuck?!’ Thought Sandy as she watched Brad enter. She quickly hurried in after him and closed the door behind them. As much as she didn’t want to go in, she wanted to be stuck outside alone even less. After all, what if the cops did pass by?

They pointed their lights down the hall only to find white walls, a concrete floor and a dearth of actual doors.That just creeped Sandy out more. What light they had just made the dark seem even darker and worry more that something was hiding in it.

“W-what if the reason the door was unlocked is because some crazy hobo’s crashing here tonight?” Asked Sandy as she followed Brad further in. 

“I’ve always wanted to get into a bum fight—OWW!” Sandy had hit him hard on the back of the head. “Look babe, I won’t let the scary vagrants get to you, okay?”

“You’ve never even been in a regular fight!” Hissed Sandy. 

They stepped through the first doorway on their right and found that there wasn’t all that much to see besides the boards covering the windows. The whole room was gutted. Sandy absent mindedly flicked the light switch on and off despite seeing that all the light fixtures in the ceiling have been removed. As if there would even be power to the building at this point. 

“Soooo exciting,” said Sandy sarcastically.

Brad shrugged. “Yeah they tend to gut buildings before they tear them down.”

‘Then why are we even here?’ 

Every other haunted place they’ve been to in previous years were basically tourist spots so they were left intact for visitors. This was just an empty building.

But then why did this place give her such bad vibes?

“Hey, I found something!” Brad actually sounded excited. He rushed to the corner of the room and picked up what looked like an old toy fire truck. 

Sandra took it from him to examine. The ladder on the top looks to have been crushed, the plastic body was cracked and the axles had a noticeable bend to them. “Looks like someone stepped on it.”

“Ooooh do you think it's the murder weapon?” 

Sandra dropped it at the suggestion that the old toy might have been responsible for someone’s death. “L-lets just hurry this up and go!”

The rest of the tour was much the same. After a few more empty rooms they didn’t even bother entering them anymore and instead opted to just quickly flash their lights through the doorway. Eventually they reached the pair of steel double doors that marked the front entrance. 

“Okay, tour’s over Brad.” Sandy had seen enough and her bladder was practically screaming at her. She was not looking forward to hopping that fence again. 

 

“Hold on,” said Brad as he pointed his light to illuminate what was once the window for the front office. And sitting on the little counter was an old clipboard with a pen still tied to it by a fraying piece of string. “It's the old drop off and pick up log. Lemme leave our mark!”

 

“Bradley!” Sandy shouted as she stomped her foot.

“Sandra…,” mocked Brad as he grabbed the surprisingly not empty pen and signed Bradley Broderick and Sandra Sinclaire.

“They’re gonna see that.”

“Yeah but they won’t see us because we’re leaving,” sighed Brad. 

The pair power walked back to the door they came out from. Once in sight Sandy dashed to it. The night was a waste but once they get to the car it's just a short drive home. Her bladder could surely last until then. She practically slammed into the panic bar only to be pushed back as the door remained shut. She felt her stomach drop.

“Nonono!”

 “What? Did you forget how to open a fucking door?” Now Brad was getting testy.

 

“I-it won’t open!” Sandy was starting to panic.

 

“Let me,” said Brad as he pushed her aside to give it his own fruitless attempt. The door just would not budge. “Dammit Sandy, you were the last one in!”

“Don’t blame me, asshole!” She shouted back, having finally reached her limits in more ways than one. “Fuuuuck I got to peeeee!”

 

“Tch, we passed what looked like a restroom. Stop the potty dance and go piss in there while I try to figure this out.”

 

Sandy groaned before stomping off back in the direction that they came. They barely looked inside it on their first pass but since the rest of the building was hollowed out she figured the odds of it having an actual toilet to be pretty much zero at this point. 

 

‘I’m gonna have to have a serious talk with Brad when all this is over. Thirteen years together and for what? Trapped in a daycare and having to probably piss on the floor of a restroom?’   

 

However, when Sandy got there and pointed her light to examine the room more thoroughly, she was greeted with an actual stall. An honest to god stall! Sure there was nothing else but she at least it was something. She rushed over and pushed on the door to find it locked too.

“Oh come on!” She yelled while stomping her foot in frustration. She looked down at the gap under the door and figured that crawling under on the filthy floor was a small price at this point. 

‘I am SO going to kill Brad for all this when we get home!’ 

She crouched down and with her flashlight checked to see if there actually was a toilet in the stall. Thankfully she spied the precious porcelain on the other side and started crawling underneath. With her bladder about to burst she didn’t care how dirty the floor was.

Suddenly she heard a *click* and then a flash of light nearly blinded her. When her sight recovered a moment later she saw that the room was now lit and could hear the hum of fluorescent lights coming from overhead.

Then footsteps. 

“Brad?” She called out. “How did you get the lights to-EEEEEEK!”

 

She felt cold hands wrap around her waist that then pulled her back from under the stall door and away from precious relief, dropping her flashlight in the process. Then she was suddenly lifted into the air and turned around so she was face to face with who grabbed her. 

The woman’s blonde hair but greying was done up in a bun and the slight wrinkles in her face placed her in forties or early fifties. She wore a t-shirt with the daycare’s logo on the left breast. She smiled and Sandy could see no threat in blue eyes. Somehow that scared Sandy more.

“What were you doing under their silly girl?” She said with a lilt in her voice.

“Who-” 

 

“Don’t you recognize me Sandra?” The woman was practically giggling when she asked. “It’s Ms. Mable, little one.”

 

‘Oh god she’s a crazy lady.’

 

It was then she noticed it. Upon her left temple was a bruised divot with traces of what looked like dried blood. It looked like either something had struck her there or she had struck something. Sandy’s stomach twisted and her blood went cold as her groin grew warm. She wasn’t able to hold it any longer. 

When she realized she had peed herself Sandy pulled up her legs in an attempt to hide the dark patch on her crotch. She started squirming desperately to escape but Ms. Mable’s grip was like a vice! Despite only being slightly taller than her, the woman held her effortlessly.

 

The specter sighed. “I guess you weren’t ready for big girl panties huh, Sandy.” She pulled the squirming woman in closer and smiled. "Don’t worry I’ll clean you right up baby.”

‘What did she mean by that?’ Sandy’s eyes darted around the room. Not only had the lights somehow reappeared but so had the sink and the mirror. In the previous empty entrance way now stood a sturdy door. Ms. Mable began to walk her over to another fixture that appeared in the room; a giant changing table.

‘She can’t actually mean to…’

Ms. Mable laid Sandy down on the table’s soft gray mat. As the chest strap was tightened against her torso, the struggling woman’s wrists were grabbed by some sort of invisible force and pulled above her head and out of the way rendering her trapped and helpless. 

Her captor began rummaging in the cabinet below the table and started pulling out items; A pack of wipes, baby powder and finally the folded white garment she was dreading. She placed them on the end of the table.

“Now let's get you out of those icky pants and into something more appropriate.” The woman then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

She tugged and Sandy screamed.....

to be continued...

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MOMMY WILL BE POSTING NEW ABDL/SISSY BABY STORY TOMORROW....

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Due to what's happening to me, I think I should end this story here... hopefully when mommy gets better, mommy will continue then... Thanks for reading...

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Chapter 20

            Brian awoke with a sopping wet diaper. He started to cry wanting out of the crib. He soon heard the door open as both women walked in. He immediately noticed that both of them were wearing nightgowns. Why would Samantha be wearing one of mommy’s nightgowns? But he was more concerned about his soggy diaper. “Oh mommy is here,” Rebecca cooed. “Let’s get you changed out of that icky diaper.”

            He laid on the changing table sucking his thumb while she cleaned him up. She decided to leave him in just his diaper for the afternoon. “Me no nakey,” he exclaimed indignantly.

            “Babies don’t mind at all. Besides, that way mommy can tell when you need changing. Now let’s go snuggle. Mommy and Auntie need to talk to you about something.”

            The three walked out into the living room. They sat down on the couch and Rebecca sat him on her lap. “Mommy thinks you can be a big boy for a few minutes.” Brian felt his grown-up mind in control again. “First off, I want you to know that mommy loves you with all of her heart. I am so happy to be your mommy. Mommy would never leave you. Mommy knows that you love being a baby. But,” she paused. Brian felt apprehensive.

            “But mommy knows that its hard for you to be a big boy now. I need you to know that you cannot be both my baby and my husband. That isn’t fair to mommy.”

            Brian grew upset and tears began to flow. He got off of her lap and cried out, “I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby. I can go back to being your husband. We can forget all of this and go back to how it was. Please!”

            “Brian, please don’t be like this. I’m not mad or angry at you, but I think you know deep down that you don’t want to go back to being a big boy. You are happier as mommy’s baby. Brian this isn’t up to you anymore.

            Brian sobbed, “Please let me try being a big boy.” He dropped to his knees begging for her to hear his plea. He felt his bladder release and he peed his diaper.

            “Brian, look at me. What did you just do in your diaper? Big boys don’t pee themselves. You aren’t a big boy. I want you to repeat after me. I am just a baby.” she instructed. He looked down at his swollen diaper. She was absolutely right and he was always going to be her baby. “I’m a baby,” he repeated over and over again.

            Something clicked in his brain and he knew exactly who and what he was. He was a baby and she was his mommy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and decided to show her just how much of a baby he was. With a grunt, he filled the back of his diaper, “Me went poopy mommy.”

            “Mommy is so proud of you,” Rebecca said. “There is one more thing you need to know. Auntie Samantha is going to move in with us and help take care of you. I want you to also start calling her mommy.”

            Brian was shocked, but knew his old life was over. This was his new world. His only response was that he wanted to nurse. Rebecca placed him laid him on her lap and he started to suckle. He tasted a few drops of milk. As he quietly nursed, Rebecca knew that he would never again object to being a baby again. Maybe it was the effects of the file she had played or maybe his deep-seated desires had completely taken over. Whatever the case, his transformation was complete.

 

The End

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Chapter 19

            Rebecca poured them each a glass of wine. “You are really a pro at this Samantha,” Rebecca said.

            “Well I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college. I almost pursued early education as a career, but clearly didn’t work out that way,” Samantha responded. There was something about Samantha that put Rebecca at ease. Although they had never spent much time together and never just the two of them, she felt as if she had known her for years.

            “Can I be candid with you Samantha?” Rebecca asked.

            “Of course,” she replied.

            “I love Brian to pieces. He is my world. I am so happy that I am able to be is mommy. But…” Rebecca froze.

            “But what?” Samantha implored.

            “Well this last week has been a whirlwind. A week ago, I knew my husband as a strong, confident man and now I am changing his diapers. I’m not sure I can ever see him the same again. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were, but I’m not sure if I will ever see him as my husband anymore. Does that make any sense? Am I being selfish?” Rebecca asked looking for guidance.

            “You are not being selfish at all. You have needs too. I think what you have done for Brian is amazing. I admire the sacrifice you have made to give him this, but don’t bury your own needs. Brian chose to be a baby, but he will need to realize that he is no longer your husband. You are his mommy from here on out and he will need to accept that. It may be hard on him, but I have seen how quickly he has transformed into a baby. You never know, one day you might want another partner to help look after him,” Samantha said with a smile.

            “Another partner?” Rebecca asked. “I hadn’t even thought of that.

            Samantha gave a devious grin and twirled her finger around a strand of hair, “I don’t know. Maybe he needs two mommies?”

            Rebecca was stunned. Was Samantha suggesting what she thought she was? She had always been attracted to other women, but never given any thought to the idea of dating a woman. “I, I don’t know,” she mumbled. Samantha leaned over top of her and kissed her lips. Rebecca sat frozen for a moment, but she capitulated to Samantha’s advance and returned the kiss.

            Samantha gave her a wry smile, “Well we could discuss the idea more in the bedroom if you like?’

            Rebecca’s heart pounded. She had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she should be doing this. What about Brian? He might be crushed, but then again, she Samantha was right. She had needs too. Rebecca got up and ran into the bedroom. Samantha stood before her completely naked and all of her hesitation vanished. The two collapsed into the bed.

            Rebecca, flushed with excitement, whispered into Samantha’s ear, “I need you at my breasts.”

            “With pleasure!” Samantha replied. Samantha aggressively sucked at her breasts and started to taste something sweet. She smiled and looked up at Rebecca, “I think your milk is starting to come in.” She went back to sucking her nipples. Rebecca arched her back with pleasure. Samantha kissed Rebecca’s stomach and then down to her pelvis. She soon had Rebecca in ecstasy. “I want you to be his second mommy,” she exclaimed as she came.

            “I was hoping you would say that,” Samantha said. The two kissed and held each other while Brian slept, completely unaware of what was happening in the room over.