Cloth Diapers & Panties

When Camilla felt that Madison was calmer she gently put the little one down on the floor, "alright you head to the bathroom I'll go get you a pair of clothes." Before Madison could even protest Camilla continued, "you're not in the right headspace and it will be quicker if I just grabbed your clothes or if you truly are adamant about not wanting me to do that and you can get your own clothes then I'll make you some breakfast."

This story inspires absolute terror in me and i can't help but respect it. God, it scares the willies out of me. Well done.

Good day, long time lurker here, fairly new to posting my writings online. I have a deviantart account here, but Deviantart is kind of going down the potty so I'm gonna post some of my works here for more consistent feedback, and for a backup archive should things go haywire.  I am a quite literate writer, and I have a lot of experience, I've just never formally made kinky profiles before this year. I know I'm a little late to the game but I hope that you all will enjoy my content! if you can tell me more consistent places of viewership where I can post my kinky stories, please let me know, I would love to make even a modest audience. I will be posting some of my newest stories on the forum later today so please feel free to check them out! If you wish to support me on Deviantart, check out my stories here: https://www.deviantart.com/padded-cellar  

Chapter 55 Over dinner, Mexican, we talked a little, in an obfuscated sort of way. I started, “You really opened up to her. Told her so much about… about us.” She shrugged. Then she added, “I was just following Beth’s advice. The more open and honest, the better equipped to help us.” I nodded a little but added, “You forgot the highchair and the breastfeeding though.” I smiled a little when I saw her face flush a little. I quickly added, “Not to worry though, I told her.” She looked up at me as the waitress put down our food. Once she dismissed the waitress, she spoke again, “Well good. I was worried she was going to run out of paper to take notes on.” I giggled and she smiled at me as we started to eat. I simply added, “Well when she started ticking things off, it IS quite the list.” It was her turn to giggle. … It was almost eight when we got home. We had spent almost two hours just with Crystal alone. At first, I figured we’d go upstairs and get changed, but Mommy reached for my hand and tugged a little. All she said was, “Feeding time baby, Mommy’s boobs are about to start leaking.” As she got comfortable on the couch with a pillow on her lap, I kicked off my shoes, socks and pants. When I snuggled to her and latched on, she smiled down at me and whispered, “Mommy’s good little boy…” I closed my eyes and the room was silent as we bonded some more, Mommy occasionally brushing her fingers through my hair as she nursed her baby. … This dream was different. Yes, I had the sense that I had done something. Something wrong. But Mommy was there, holding me. Whispering, “it’ll be okay sweetie… Mommy knows you couldn’t help it…” Then I felt her breast against my lips as she whispered, “Mommy’s right here… right here for my baby…” I heard the alarm and my eyes fluttered open. All I saw was Mommy’s chest, and I tasted Mommy’s milk. She had started to nurse me while I was still asleep. I had only been awake a moment or two and her finger reached in to break my suction as she said quietly, “That’s all there is for now sweetie.” Awe… I must have drunk most of it in my sleep. As she moved away and I saw those firm, stiff nipples, I felt something of my own trying to get stiff. But of course, I was still caged, so it didn’t get very far. I felt my lips start to quiver as Mommy slipped out of bed and took off her nightgown and panties. She simply announced, “Going to take a quick shower sweetie.” As I watched her naked form leave, my hand reached for my ‘favorite toy’. My diaper was a little wet but not soaked. And of course, rubbing and squeezing for a couple seconds had the opposite reaction to what I wanted. Instead of feeling my peepee getting hard, I felt it straining inside its little house. Sigh… Mommy said a week. That will be sometime on Saturday and it’s only Wednesday. I moved my hand away and flipped back the covers to sit up. Maybe knowing how long it will be IS a good thing. No sense in getting something worked up today, when there’s three more days to go… I was sitting at the table having my coffee when she walked into the kitchen. She paused for a moment, looking at me. Then she went to the cupboard and reached for a bowl mumbling, “Guess I’ll just have some cereal.” In hindsight, maybe I should have picked up on that. But hey, I’m only human. As she ate and I sipped my second cup, she mentioned, “Don’t forget to get Friday afternoon off for Beth’s party.” Shit! I’d forgotten. With so much other stuff happening… And the last time I looked at a calendar, Friday comes BEFORE Saturday! I’ll still be locked away!! I squirmed at the thought. Would anybody there have to know? Shelly and her mom might… they know about Mommy and my… ‘chastity arrangements’. That I sometimes… Let’s see now… that would make… Me… Shelly… and that other diaper boy, the one that was a… a cuckold. His wife came with a date last time… what was his name??? Three of us. Three locked up, diapered little peepees… Er… I mean cocks. Sheesh, Mommy has me always thinking with ‘baby words’ now… “… do that for me? Thanks sweetie, I have to run or I’ll be late,” Mommy was saying as she kissed my head. That was the second thing I missed. I completely missed that I was supposed to do something for her… … Wednesdays are always pretty easy at work. No meetings, no distractions. I didn't even bother with pants today. When I shifted in my seat once and my cage tugged a little, I just reached and arranged it a bit. Not until Saturday Tom… Mommy said. Just accept it. With no distractions, I got a lot done. I was coding away all day, even skipping lunch. So when I heard the garage door and Mommy calling out, “I brought home take out sweetie, come and eat…”, I bounded down the stairs quickly. I realized I was starving. I gave Mommy a hug and kiss, took the bag from her and started putting the food on the table as she went to use the potty. As she started to eat, she asked how my day went, “How was Tommy’s day? Were you a good boy?” I swallowed and replied, “Yeah, got a lot of work done. I actually might finish the latest round of stuff before it’s due for a change.” She nodded and went on, “Did you run the dishwasher for me and do that load of laundry like I asked?” I blinked and stared for a moment. When did she ask me… “Tom… I asked you this morning. I was running late and asked you to put the dishes in the washer and run it,” she was sitting back in her chair looking at me with a hint of disappointment. That’s when her words echoed in my mind again… ,,, do that for me… I have to run… She DID ask me to do something, that must have been it. I lowered my chin and whispered, “Sorry… I guess I didn’t hear you…” She shook her head a little and reached for her soda. Just before taking a sip, she said, “you should know not to cross me when I’m having my period.” GULP!!! The only thing I could say was, “I’ll do it right after dinner Mommy. I promise!” She just nodded and picked up her burger to have another bite. Eager to make up for my failure, I cleared the table after we ate, took out the trash and started loading the dishwasher. Mommy had gone upstairs but when I started wiping off the table, she came back and pulled out a dining table chair. She turned it around and set something down along with a tube of lube, then sat in the chair. I stared at it. It was so lifelike, but I felt my face turning red. It was easily nine inches and at the base… at the base was a flare and two large…. BALLS!!! It was colored dark, and had fake veins lining across it. When I saw that thing, I froze. But Mommy was just patting her lap as she said, “Come here sweetie… Time we milk your prostate.” I just stood there for a moment, “But… but that’s a… a…” She patted her lap again, “Yes Tommy, it looks like a large man’s cock. Now come along, you heard what Doctor Karen said. Every few days to keep you healthy. Now it’s been four days, and you’ve got three more to go, so over my lap.” I felt a twitch in my diaper, something about being over her lap made my peepee start to stir. I reached for the front of my diaper and rubbed a little. Then I looked at the dildo. It seemed bigger than even my own peepee. The idea of having… I tried to weasel out of it, “Maybe… maybe a week’s not so bad… Or… or you could just… just let me out for a few minutes and I could….” I stopped when she glared at me. I realized what I had just said, suggesting to her to let me out… Her voice was even and steady, “You just earned yourself two more days. Now, come here and do as I said. Over my lap.” I suddenly panicked, “What? You can’t do THAT!! You can’t just add on days…. You promised!! You said a week!!! That’s not FAIR!!!” She waited for me to finish. Then I felt a chill run through me as she said quietly, “Go get your paddle.” I stared at her as my peepee surged a little, the tell-tale sign that I was wetting myself in my cage. I stammered, “Now… now wait… I… I’m sorry I yelled…” She interrupted me with, “Fifteen strokes Tom, go get your paddle.” “But… can’t we talk this…” “The rule is… I decide when it comes off. Twenty strokes. Now do as you’re told, GO GET YOUR PADDLE!!” was her next retort. I stood there, feeling my lips start to quiver. I felt my eyes starting to fill with tears. I felt every bit the naughty little boy that had done something wrong and had gotten caught. All I could do was whisper, “Pleeeasseee….” “Twenty five!” she announced. Then she added, “Tom, if I have to go upstairs and get it, you’ll get fifty! GO… GET… YOUR… PADDLE!!!” “NOW!!!!” I whined and turned…. I could already feel tears trickling down my face as I started for the living room and up the stairs. My face was wet and I was sniveling, my chest heaving as I returned with it. Mommy was still sitting, waiting. The scowl on her face unchanged as I offered it to her. She took it with her right hand and held it up and to the side. She didn’t say another word. I stared for a moment at her waiting lap. As I meekly bent over her lap, I managed to whimper, “I…. I’m sowwy Mommy…” Before I could finish the words, her hand yanked at my diaper and… THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! No warning… no scolding… no words at all… THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! I howled… it stung as bad as my time over Miss Beth’s spanking horse and my hand slapped against the floor. My legs and hips jerking with each stroke. THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! Mommy didn’t say a word. She didn’t ask if I knew why I was being paddled…. But I knew… THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! No complaining about my behavior… but my legs were kicking helplessly… THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! “MOMMY!!!! MOMMY PLEASE!!!!!” What was it.. what was the safeword??? I… I couldn’t take it anymore… not since that time Beth yanked on my…. What was it???? THWACK!!! The paddle flew across the room and clattered on the floor. Mommy’s voice said simply, “Now hold still….” My chest was heaving. I couldn’t breath through my nose it was clogged from all my tears. I felt her hand on my burning ass. But instead of the tender kisses I’d learned to expect, they were prying my cheeks apart. Then it was against my rosebud and Mommy shoved…. “AHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” She hadn’t bothered with the lubricant; she just shoved it in dry. It felt almost like it tore at me. She pushed it downward and deep. I thought it was going to come out through my peepee it was so far in. “Mommy!!!! That hurts!!!!” Her only response was to start pulling it out and pushing it back in again. Fucking me with it. There was no tenderness… no gentle ‘prostate massage’… she was FUCKING MY ASS … pure and simple. “Ugh…Ugh…Ugh…Ugh..P….Please….Ugh…Ugh…Ugh…” She kept at it for what seemed like quite a while. My asshole was sore and burning… I couldn’t tell if any cum was coming out, my peepee seemed to have disappeared it its house… I just wanted it to end…. “ugh… ugh… ugh…” she kept moving it. I felt the fake balls bumping against my caged ones. Not very gently hitting my own with each thrust. I had a knew appreciation for the term, ‘balls deep’. Finally, she was satisfied that I must be empty. She tugged the thing from me. Then her hand yanked my diaper up so hard it gave me a wedgie. She slapped my bottom with her hand, renewing the stinging sensation. Then her voice seemed to crack as if on the verge of tears as she said, “Up! Go stand in that corner and don’t you move until I say so.” As I stood up, she left, walking towards the front living room. My diaper started to slip. I reached, putting a hand over my burning bottom to hold it in place. As I waddled to the corner, I felt how heavy it was. Between whatever cum she had forced from me, and my wetting myself, it wiggle-waggled between my legs with each step. Staring into the corner, I reached and put my second hand on my burning bottom. Gently rubbing it through my soaked diaper. I couldn’t really decide which hurt worse, my hole from the raw fucking she just gave me, or my cheeks from the paddling. One thing for sure, my peepee was not even feeling it’s cage, it was shriveled up so much, it was probably smaller than my thumb. I heard her coming back and moving the chair. Then some small noises that I couldn’t make out. But then…. ‘whirr… click… whirr… click’ I gulped when I recognized that sound. I turned my head and there, sitting in the chair with those cups attached to her bare breasts, Mommy was using the breast pump. “I didn’t say you could turn around!” I quickly jerked my head back around and stared at the corner again. Paddled… fucked in the ass… two added days… And now this…. N..no breastfeeding for little Tommy… I felt tears trickling down my face silently. Tom… you’ve really screwed up this time. you could have asked her this morning to repeat herself… You… you could have just done as she said… then at least she would have used some lube... You KNOW she decides about your peepee cage…Fuck Tom… you’ve really screwed up!! Neither of us said another word for quite some time. The only sound I heard was that ‘whirr… click’. Then it stopped. I heard the chair scrapping the floor, she was probably standing up. Then I heard the tap water running, splashing for a minute. Finally, she came over and reached for my hand that was still rubbing my bottom. I turned to look at her as she put a baby bottle into my hand. All she said was, “Here’s baby’s baba. Mommy’s going to take a shower. That had better be empty when I get back.” Without another word, before I could say anything, she turned and left. I looked down at the warm bottle in my hand. It was only about three-quarters full. I felt my lips quivering as I raised the nipple to them. I’d never drunk from a baba while standing up, so the first couple of sucks produced nothing but air. I raised it higher and tried again. It was Mommy’s milk; I knew that from the taste if nothing else. I closed my eyes and leaned a little, resting my shoulder against the wall. I briefly wondered what she would do if I didn’t drink it all, but I knew I didn’t want to find out. I suckled steadily and finished it long before she came back downstairs. She was wearing one of her flannel nightgowns. She came straight to me and reached for the bottle in my hand. She held it up to see if it was empty. She turned towards the kitchen, and I watched as she rinsed it in the sink, then set it on the counter to dry. She came back around and took my hand, giving it a tug as she said, “Bedtime.” I managed to look at the clock on the microwave as she led me towards the staircase. I meekly protested, “But it’s only seven-thirty….” Her response was to tug on my arm again and lead me up the stairs and into the bedroom. She grabbed a diaper and pointed towards the bed, “You’re lucky I don’t make you sleep in the playroom.” I laid back and kept my mouth shut after that. But I noticed her touch was softer now, not as rough as she peeled open my diaper and started to wipe me clean. She didn’t comment on the cum in my diaper. When she asked me to raise my legs, she gently applied some sort of lotion on my red cheeks. I flinched for a moment when her fingers applied some to my sore hole, but she didn’t penetrate me. Just gently rubbed some lotion over my sore hole. It seemed to help, the burning eased as she slipped the fresh diaper under me and guided my legs down. She taped the diaper snug and gently pushed a pacifier between my lips. Her voice was soft as she said, “Now, be a good boy and go to sleep.” Then she turned off the light and left, pulling the door closed behind herself. I wiped my face with the corner of the sheet as I lay there in the dark. Did I really deserve all of this? Yeah, she’s warned me several times that she decides the cage thing. And I only talked back a little… right? I mean… twenty-five strokes??? She said it’d be fifty if she had to get the paddle…And now no cuddling… I haven’t gone to bed without Mommy in my arms… in months. I whimpered a little bit as I sucked my pacifier. I hugged Mommy’s pillow. I alternated between anger and contrition. She was MEAN… but I was naughty… I tossed and turned for some time. I checked the clock. Eight thirty now… I still can’t sleep… … Nine-fifteen… I rolled over, putting her pillow back. I closed my eyes and suckled my pacifier. … Something was making me upset… it was my lips… they wanted to suckle… but there was nothing there… What happened? Where’s my pacifier? I… Something touched my lips and I latched onto it. It wasn’t my pacifier; it was Mommy’s breast. I felt her soft breast bump against my nose for a moment. The trickle of warm milk… Mommy… Mommy’s breastfeeding me… I heard a whisper, “That’s a good boy…. Mommy’s here now…” I peeked open my eyes. It was still dark. It must be my night-time feeding… Mommy’s come to me… come to her little boy… Mommy’s here… I fell back to sleep, happy that Mommy had come to me in the night… Come to her baby. To Be Continued  

You look sweet and cute for sure