2011

This morning I messed while putting my bed pads in the washer and then waited for my husband to finish in the bathroom so I could clean up. I don't think he was aware that I had already messed myself and he didn't need to rush 

@twister1211 you can now order the pack pals as @NorthShoreAdam just announced it’s on the site in your size.

what a great story.

Love the new chapter and the beginning of The Utah trip.  Wonder if Paul is going to have a nervous breakdown again now that the stewardess knows about his needs.  

Sorry for the delay. As I mentioned elsewhere, it's been a busy week. Chapter 8 When I rolled over, my thick diaper pressed against me and I winced. It was sore down there. I shifted a little to ease the pressure and remembered last night. At first playful, drinking and flirting. Then she groped, when we got home… we fucked. But after two times… she… she didn’t take no for an answer and then she fucked me hard. I had no say… she decided she was going to make me cum again and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Almost… almost as if she…. I’m not sure I’d call it… rape… but… We need to talk about it. I like it a little rough sometimes… but… But that was a darker side. Not the tender loving mommy. Not just a rule about picking up laundry. She said she was making me HER baby girl now… She stirred and I looked over. She bit her lip as I stared. We didn’t say a word to each other, just staring. Then she put a hand over her face and said, “Fuck!!” She moved her hand to reach for my cheek and I saw a tear in her eye. She stroked my hair once and rolled away, starting to get up. As she stood, she whispered, “I get it… I’ll go. I… I know. Just let me get my stuff and I’ll leave.” I watched her naked body start for the hallway and called to her, “Mommy… Mommy don’t go…” She froze but didn’t turn around. She folded her arms across her chest and her shoulders shivered, “Cindy… I never meant to… to hurt you. I… I just got carried away… It’s… it’s my own self-destructiveness…. Trying... trying to push you away…” I got up and waddled to her. My diaper crinkling as I slipped my arms around her from behind. I whispered, “You can’t just abandon me. If you walk out I’ll have to move.” “What?” “I can never look at that mountain again, without thinking of you. Please? Stay?” I whispered. I gently pulled at her elbow to turn her around and slipped my arms around her. I felt her arms around me and knew she would stay. As she cuddled me against her, she whispered, “Does it hurt much? I… I’m sorry if I made it sore…” I nodded and whispered, “More than being waxed, that’s for sure. I might need a larger tampon from now on… you really….” She gripped me tighter and I heard her voice cracking as she tried to apologize again, “I… I… I’m so sorry… I… I promise, never again…” I wasn’t sure I could trust her, but I wanted to. I whispered, “I’d ask you to kiss it and make it better… but that might end up making it even more sore.” Her arms squeezed me tighter for a moment. Then she said softly, “I’d do anything to make it up to you… anything…” As I shifted and my diaper rubbed me… ‘the wrong way’, I felt a bit vengeful. Sure, but what can you do about a sore pussy? I can’t very well…. Then I had a thought. I looked up into her eyes and asked, “Are you sure? Anything? Because I AM pretty sore….” She nodded quickly as she whispered, “Yes baby… anything…” I’d never done it with anyone, but I’d seen it on the internet. I gently peeled her arms from me and took her hand. I led her back to bed and gently guided her to lay down. I said quietly, “Lay down right there Angela… legs open.” When she did as I asked, I pointed at her and said, “Now, wait right there… I’ll be right back.” Is this being vengeful? Or… or does she deserve this… I went to the kitchen to find what I needed and held it behind my back as I returned to the bedroom. She was right where I had left her. I walked to the side of the bed, and she looked up at me as I reminded her, “Remember… you said anything.” She bit her lip and nodded. I climbed onto the bed and sat on her chest, just below her boobs, facing her feet. I reached and tapped the inside of one thigh as I ordered, “Wider…” She complied and I wriggled my diapered bottom to get comfortable. Then I took the wooden spoon and gently placed the back against her pussy. She flinched, closing her legs. “Nope! Spread ‘em Angela… You said ANYTHING….” I said, using my best ‘in charge’ voice. When she did, I started…. Tap…tap…tap… I started with light taps, letting the flat of the back of the spoon tap against those pouting pussy lips. When her legs flinched, I reached with my free hand and gave her inner thigh another slap as I told her, “The more you resist… the longer this will take.” Tap… tap… tap… slap!! She flinched, but kept her legs spread. Tap… tap… tap… slap!! Tap… tap… tap… slap!! I heard a whimper but her legs remained apart. I paused long enough to rub the spoon across her pussy a couple of times. Her hips squirmed a little from the touch. Tap… tap… tap… slap!! Tap… tap… tap… slap!! “Maybe if you have a sore pussy yourself, you’ll be more careful,” I taunted. I heard a whisper, “Yes baby…. M…Mommy’s sorry…” Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! The harder slaps against her made her legs jerk again. But then… she spread them wider. Wait… is this… Is she??? Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! I heard her whimper, but her hips… they rolled upward, presenting herself. I was looking carefully… Yes, her clit… it’s… it’s poking out. I adjusted my aim a little, a little higher, not on her labia but right on that target… Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! Yup! That’s not a whimper of pain alone, some part of her needs this… wants this… Tap… tap… tap… SLAP!! “How’s it feel Angela? How’s it feel to have your cunt spanked? Is THIS what you deserve for hurting others? Spanking other people when it’s YOU that deserves it?” I spoke loudly. She didn’t answer, but her legs… her knees lifted and she presented herself boldly to me. I rested the back of the spoon on her. As I moved it around a little, I could see through that thick bush. Somewhere between pink and red now. As I pulled the spoon away, a string of her wetness stretched away with the spoon. She’s getting so… wet! She… is it her body-image issue? Shame? Needing some sort of penance? SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! Right on that button, “How’s that feel Angela? Is that what you need?” I waited. Her hips lifted a little and squirmed. I just sat on her, holding her down. In hindsight, she probably could have thrown me to the ground and stormed out. But she didn’t. Instead, I heard a whisper, “More…. H..h…harder….” SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! I heard her whimper as her hips lifted. She…she’s about to…..My GOD she’s wet… the spoon is covered…. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! She was shivering and her hands gripped my waist as she pulled, her head and shoulders lifting as she curled herself inward. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! She’s coming!!!… from having her pussy spanked… she’s actually climaxing!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! As she came, she started squirting against the spoon and her hands reached around my belly to hug me as she pulled me backwards so hard I almost fell backwards. SLAP!!! “AYIIEEEEEE,” she screamed as her legs clenched around the spoon. Okay, that was the sound of genuine pain now… I pulled the spoon from between her legs and tossed it to the floor. I lifted one knee and twisted around to lay on top of her, hugging her. She was gasping, her chest heaving deeply with each breath. I lay right on top of her and whispered, “Now… we’re even.” All she managed was a nod. We lay there for almost a half hour. She finally shifted a little and palmed my head. Guiding my lips to her nipple, she whispered, “Here, let me make it up to my baby girl….” I suckled for just a couple minutes, then released her nipple to ask, “Am I? Am I your baby girl now Mommy? Even though I… even though I hurt you???” “I’ll make you a deal, “she said softly. She continued, “you be my baby girl and if I ever hurt you again like last night…. You know what to do.” I nodded. Spank your pussy until you’re red and sore… I whispered, “If… if that’s something you need…” She pulled my face to her breast again, pushing her nipple in my mouth. She said, “Yes, but I’m going to be sore for days. I don’t think either of us is going to have sex the rest of the weekend.” A pang of guilt washed over me. I started regretting what I had done. I tried to mumble around her nipple, “I owwy ommy…I shouldn’t….” She palmed my head and kissed my hair. She held me and whispered, “No… I deserved it. I told you before… I’m complicated.” --- --- --- We lay for a while. I could barely close my legs when we decided to get up. She had really done a number on me. But somehow, some part of me felt better. I didn’t feel the guilt from last night. And we were still able to look each other in the eye. God Angie… how messed up am I? She beats me between the legs and I… I got off on it. How messed up am I? But she’s still here… asking me to change her diaper. Laying there, hands by her ears, giving me that cute smile… … I found a nice dress for her and after coffee we went to my place so I could get changed. Then we went out to lunch. I took her to a simple lunch counter nearby and we sat in a booth. The place would be busy on weekdays, but Saturday, there were only a few customers. But ever the simple and innocent one, as we pored over the menu, she casually said, “Well since sex is off the table, what shall we do this afternoon?” I giggled and grinned at her for a moment. Then I said, “Well, we could go see a movie and actually WATCH the movie for a change.” She wrinkled her nose, “Nah… I’m not really into the Avengers and that. I only went that time so I could be naughty. But then someone caught me and dragged me out of there.” We were both still giggling when the waitress walked up to take our order. … We settled for the municipal park. It had a playground where we sat and watched kids playing on swings and a climbing fort. As we watched the kids, she leaned over and spoke, “I’m going to get an ice cream Mommy, want anything?” “Just something small for me.” We sat side by side, enjoying our cold treat. She pointed, “Aww… looks like he’s not happy about having to leave.” She was pointing to some toddler being tugged away by his mother apparently. After she finished her scoop in a cup, I took it and threw both of ours in the nearby bin. Then I held out my hand for her. She took it and rose from the bench. We walked hand-in-hand along one of the winding trails. One old woman seemed to be feeding the birds looked up and smiled at us as we passed by. As we found a trail under some broad shade trees, we found a bench to sit again. “So, you’re okay? I mean, we’re both sore as hell now, but I mean us? You still want me to be your Mommy?” I asked. She took a breath and let it out; staring off at something in the distance. Then she reached her hand to brush her hair behind her ear as she turned to look at me. Then she lowered her gaze and looked at her hands in her lap as she spoke, “To be honest… last night I loved it. But this morning, I felt betrayed and violated. But now… Now I’m… I’m okay.” She was quiet for a moment. Then she lifted her head again and looked at me, “How about you? Is that… is that something you think you’ll need me to do again? I’m not sure if… If I can do that very often.” I looked away for a minute… How can I say it… Say that a part of me is… is masochistic at times? Like I… I have such self-loathing… humiliation… guilt… That I need… need to be punished… Before I could summon the courage, I felt her head on my shoulder and her hand reaching for my own. Then she whispered, “I’ll do my best…. Let me help…” Her words triggered a memory, I started with a quote from an old TV show, “Let me help. A hundred years or so from now, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He’ll recommend those three words over…’I love you’.” She lifted her head and grinned at me, “Star Trek. The City on the Edge of Forever!!!” She sat upright, “Oh My GOD!!! Who would have thought you were a Trekkie!!!” I chuckled, “Yeah, well, we all have a past.” She got more and more excited, “That’s one of my favorite episodes. And of course… who can forget ‘baked potato girl’. She was so HOT!!!” I giggled, “I call her the jiffy-pop girl.” Then I had an idea, “Hey, I’ve got the original release and the digitally remastered. Why don’t we have a Star Trek marathon?” Her smile was worth a million dollars to me. She stood up and tugged my hand, “One condition. I get to wear diapers all weekend!!!” As I stood up and kissed her cheek, I simply said, “THAT was going to happen anyway…” We started back for my car and soon we were debating about watching them in sequence, or skip around and watch just our favorites. --- --- --- I remember watching the one with all the android twins and the ‘Mudd’ guy. But I must have nodded off. Mommy nudged me and took me to her bed. She was very gentle about changing my diaper, wiping very gently and giving me one tender kiss down there. Then she was snuggling with me and urging my lips to accept a pacifier. Probably doesn’t want me sucking her tits… get her too worked up and we’re both sore… I fell asleep snuggling with her, gently sucking my pacifier. To Be Continued