(still here, still a diapered woman-child at home. I’ve just been too busy to even try to create anything outside of capitalism’s bondage 😩)
“I don’t have to tell you everything,” Ellie huffed, arms crossed as she stood at the edge of the kitchen. “It’s just a happy hour, Mama. With my team. We’re adults.”
Vicky didn’t even look up from folding the dish towel. “Adults who still live in their mother’s home follow their mother’s rules.”
Ellie’s cheeks flushed. “It’s not like I’m sneaking out!”
Vicky turned, calm but firm, looking at her "grown" daughter in her t-shirt and pink girlish undies, “And yet you’ve been dodging every question I’ve asked for the last fifteen minutes. Who’s hosting? Where is it? How late will you be out?”
“Mom!” Ellie stomped her foot, before she could stop herself. “It’s just drinks! I don’t need permission to breathe!”
That earned a slow blink from her mother.
“Oh, baby girl,” Vicky sighed, walking over and taking a seat on the kitchen bench. She smoothed her skirt and then patted her lap.
“Mama, no. Please.” She backed up a step, face burning. “I’m thirty-one!”
“And still acting twelve when you don’t get your way,” Vicky said simply.
“Now be a big adult girl, like you say you are, and come here.”
Ellie crossed her arms tighter, refusing to move.
Vicky raised an eyebrow. “Last chance, little girl."
Ellie didn't move, "I'm an adult."
"You standing there like a stubborn toddler in her pink cartoon undies and binky necklace is not helping your adult case."
In one practiced motion, Vicky stood, gently took her daughter’s wrist, and guided her down over her lap as she sat down. Ellie was laid fully across her mama’s knee, her legs dangling off one side, her hands pressing into the floor in a futile attempt to escape.
“M-mama!” she yelped. “Wait!”
But Vicky had already tugged down Ellie’s pink panties, "Mama noo! Not spankies!"
“A reminder about the rules of this house. You don’t get to talk back,”
Vicky said calmly, delivering each crisp swat to her bare, wiggling tushy.
“You don’t get to ignore questions. And you don’t get to act like I’m a roommate and not your mama.”
Ellie sniffled, squirming, her pride crumbling with every stinging swat. Her legs kicked out, though far too much for a big girl that was only getting mild spanks from mama's hand.
But her dramatics were a reminder to Vicky that Elizabeth Salazar was still her little girl.
“Mama! Okay! It’s at The Marlowe! Nine of us are going—staff and associates only, I promise, ahhhhh, Mamaaaa!”
Three more to her sit spots that made the girl yelp some more, "M-mamamaaaaa!"
It was a short spanking. Her bottom only a soft pink. It was solely to get the adult girl out of her big girl britches. Vicky helped her up with practiced tenderness, pulled her panties back up.
“Go sit in your think spot.” She pointed to the space she would always sit in. Even as a kid. “Fifteen minutes. Criss-cross, hands in your lap.”
Ellie wiped her eyes as she sulked over, her lip wobbling. “This is embarassing mama,” she muttered under her breath.
“And necessary,” Vicky replied simply, her tone gentler now. “Mama will always give you spankies and timeout when you act like a child. You don’t get to act grown only when it suits you. Being a big girl also means telling mama where you'll be."
Once Ellie settled in, sitting criss-cross, staring at the wall in front of her, she saw as her mama came over with her paci in her hand, ready to give her daughter what she knew she needed.
"I know you have your necklace Ellie, but I have-"
"I wan' it mama." Ellie admitted, not even letting her mama finish. Her voice meek and childish.
"Oh my sweet girl. You want your paci, love?"
Eliie's face blushed, "Y-yes mama."
She'd been such a big girl for three weeks straight! Even going so far as swapping her paci in her mouth for her binky necklace, although Vicky and Alyssa didn't see much of a difference between the two. And after mama gave her spankies, her paci sounded wonderful.
"Here you go baby." Vicky cooed, watching with a small smile. Every time Ellie had her stints of independence, both parents knew that it only took a few spankies on her pantied bottom to melt her right back to their little Elliebear.
From the other side of the room, Alyssa peeked in, arching a brow. and flaunting a large smirk. They'd talked about this the night before bed. The mothers just knew Ellie would need mama's hand on her bum bum and some little girl time if she did not want to be a big girl and tell Vicky the details.
“Happy hour drama?” She asked.
Vicky nodded. “Happy hour drama.”
Alyssa shook her head good-naturedly, “Our big girl still learning how grown-ups earn trust, huh?”
Vicky smiled softly, watching her daughter pout in timeout. “She’ll get there. In the meantime, Mama’s got her back. And her bottom.”
Ellie wanted to sass them back so bad, but she knew she was just a small step away from a full blown spanking and if Alyssa was there she might just take out her belt and she didn't like spankies with the belt!
"Okay Elliebear, turn around love."
And Ellie did. Her soother bobbing slightly in her mouth. She wanted her stuffed Baymax so bad as she looked down and squirmed around.
"Do you need to potty?" Vicky asked watching as her daughter fussed and held her hands to her little mound.
"N-no." Ellie moved her hands from her front and wiggled a little more. She was just feeling shy, okay!
Vicky’s tone was gentle, but steady. “Why are you sitting here right now?”
Ellie chewed her lip. “Because I didn’t answer your questions.”
“I was... mouthy.” Her voice cracked a little.
Vicky reached over and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her daughter's ear. “Mouthing off and keeping secrets doesn’t fly in this house, Ellie. You know that.”
“I just wanted to be a grown up,” Ellie mumbled, eyes dropping again.
“I know you did,” Vicky said, tilting her daughter’s chin back up. “But grown doesn’t mean secretive. Grown means accountable. It means being responsible and respectful. If you're not doing both, then I'm going to step in.”
Ellie could only look up at her mama and nod as mama lectured her.
