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"Mrs. Conroy? The noise." Martha's voice cut through. Without skipping a beat Mrs. Conroy bobbed her head in agreement and walked to a side table where a mug of candy canes rested. She chose one and unwrapped it "I know how children like sweets." Mrs. Conroy said nicely. Sarah opened her mouth to answer her, but Mrs. Conroy jammed the candy cane sideways into her mouth. Mrs. Conroy spoke again in a darker tone. "You spit that out and I'll give her the wooden hairbrush I have in my purse. And she'll use that on you. You little brat!" Heather was far from tired and the smile had not vanished from her face. Sarah's screams and yells had subsided, but the steady sounds of the spanking had not. And it now became a base beat for Heather's vocal taunts. "Not so big, now are we? Are you going to be a good little girl? Are you going to mind your elders and be respectful?" Each line was either met with an agreeable nod or prompted to one by a barrage of hard spanks onto Sarah's upper thighs. That tender place where her ass met her legs. Sarah was determined not to cry but the spanking finally proved to be too much for her. Her bottom was on fire and the tears welled in her eyes. Saliva and spit foamed in her mouth and drool pooled out of the corners. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Too fearful to spit out the candy cane she begged as best she could through the obstacle for Heather to stop. "You just a little girl? Aren't you?! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Sarah nodded emphatically in hopes that the spanking would end. She could not take much more. She was finding it difficult to breathe past the syrupy bit in her teeth. But Heather showed no signs of stopping. "You tried to fool everyone didn't you?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Another deep shake of Sarah's head. She had stopped struggling minutes ago but found it impossible to resist kicking her legs. "But you know you couldn't fool me!" Each line was punctuated by a slap. "Bad!" SPANK! "Bad!" SPANK! "Little girl!" SPANK! "Where is your real ID? Your cell phone? Your credit cards? Your car? Huh?!" Heather reigned a succession of sharp spanks down onto Sarah's rapidly reddening bottom. "You don't have these things, do you? You were just lying, right?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Sarah sobbed through her candy cane a muffled unintelligible answer. "Because you are too young to have these things? Right?! How old are you Heather?" Heather paused and listened. Even through the sweet bit in her mouth it was obvious that Sarah had said she was twenty-six. "Wrong answer liar!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Sarah screamed through the candy cane again and kicked her legs. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to help you Heather. I'm going to help you tell me how old you really are. But first, Mrs. Conroy, I think I'm going to need that hairbrush." Heather said calmly. Martha was amazed that she hardly seemed winded at all. Upon hearing the word hairbrush Sarah resumed her struggle with the little energy she had retained. It was a pitiful attempt and Heather barely noticed. Mrs. Conroy searched for her purse. Then Billy's mother joined the search after stern look at Billy warning him not to turn around. "It's under the chair." Billy's mother said. She reached but then with an irritated sigh she pulled the chair out of the way and picked up the purse. Mrs. Conroy ferreted in the large leather bag then produced the dreaded item. Heather weighed the wooden hairbrush in her hand. "Now let's start with how old you say you are, twenty-six. An obvious lie. Just look at yourself." She chuckled. "I will start to count backwards from there. I want you to count with me. When we get to your right age signal me. I want you to scream as loud as you can. But you better make me believe it or we'll start all over again." It was diabolical game. Sarah had no idea what answer she was supposed to give. "Did you hear me?" Heather lightly popped Sarah's right cheek. "Yeth!" Sarah shouted. She bounced up the moment the brush contacted her already tender bottom. But she wished she had resisted the involuntary action. For in her haste to locate Mrs. Conroy's purse Billy's mother had moved the large chair directly in front of Sarah. Behind the chair was a large full-length mirror and the image in the mirror was overwhelming. Sarah burst into tears as Heather began her horrible game. "Twenty-six POP! Twenty-five POP! Twenty-four POP! Twenty-three POP! Twenty- two POP! Twenty-one POP!" Heather stopped. "This is the point of no return now isn't it?" Sarah was not listening. Her eyes were glued to the terrible reflection in the mirror. The tall womanly blond with the tiny young girl draped over her knee. The little girl looked back at her. Her red eyes dripped with tears. The ridiculous braids bobbed around her swollen face and in her mouth surrounded by drool, a candy cane. "No longer legal after this. Can't drink right? Twenty POP! Nineteen POP! Eighteen POP!" Heather stopped again. The pain of the hairbrush as it danced on Sarah's delicate cheeks created patterns of deep red. Heather shifted forward on the chair and arched her back slightly. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her velvet dress. Heather readjusted her position and grip as she kept her knees close together. "No, I'm sorry. This is the real point of no return. No longer even an adult. Someone would have to take care of you. But that's what I'm doing now, isn't it?" Sarah's mind circled the question but the distraction from the mirror was too much. Before Heather had shifted her weight, Sarah had been looking straight into the mirror. Now she was looking up. Her head had been lowered and this had revealed how absolutely childish she appeared across Heather's lap. Her mind screamed at her that she was still twenty-six with a good job, a home and a marketing degree. However, it was hard to reconcile this thought with the image of the diminutive little girl in braids with her tights pulled down around her knees and her bright red bottom on display. She was older than this girl and she was the one being spanked. "Okay. Moment of truth. Make me believe it. Seventeen POP! Sixteen POP!" Sarah screamed as loud as she could through her candy cane. "Whoops. Looks like you jumped the gun there. I think I might be inclined to believe that, but you don't quite look like a sixteen-year-old now do you?" Heather grazed a finger across Sarah's bare pussy. Sarah shuddered and watched Mrs. Conroy, Martha and Billy's mother reflections all smile. They were getting an eyeful standing behind her as she kicked her legs. "I suppose you could have shaved down there but what self-respecting sixteen-year- old would do that? I remember how proud I was when I finally had hair. So, I guess we will have to start again." Heather laughed. "But let's not try to fool me anymore and let's make this quick. I would really like to get back to the party." And with that quiet statement Heather put her shoulder into her work. She attacked Sarah's bare bottom with the hairbrush counting out loud as she worked her way backwards through Sarah's twenties and into her teenage years. Each spank of the hairbrush seemed to have a magical effect attached to it. The years did seem to be literally melting away from Sarah as she grew younger. Heather's lap grew larger. Her resistance seemed insignificant as Sarah got smaller and younger descending into childhood again. "Twenty-six POP! Twenty-five POP! Twenty-four POP! Twenty-three POP! Twenty-two POP! Twenty-one POP! Twenty POP! Nineteen POP! Eighteen POP! Seventeen POP! Sixteen POP! Fifteen POP! Fourteen POP! Thirteen POP" Sarah screamed with the last bit of energy she could muster and snapped the candy cane in half. Her bottom was blazing. She shook and sobbed uncontrollably. "There now" Heather said as she handed the hairbrush back to a smug Mrs. Conroy. "Feels good to be honest, right? Thirteen, that sounds about right, and I believe you. But would it be alright to ask Billy to leave now?" "Billy, go back to the party." Billy's mother said. Billy extricated himself from the wall he had been facing. A few times at the height of the ordeal he had sneaked a peek at the girl being spanked but it was never long enough. Now he walked to the door with his head craned. The view was magnificent, and he would remember it forever. "Billy, now! March!" His mother added sharply. The sounds of the party briefly filtered into the room before being quieted again. Sarah was limp. Unable to catch her breath she sniffled and cried in between breaths. "As I was saying I believe you, but I don't know if you believe it. Knowing you as I do, I think you may be telling me what I want to hear." A sharp slap elicited a moan of disagreement from Sarah. "No. I'm not" Sarah said wearily. "Well let's settle this issue once and for all." Heather pulled Sarah onto her feet. She instinctively reached for her bottom, but Heather swatted her hands away. "Do that again and back over you go." Heather pointed to her lap. Sarah remained motionless. Heather rose majestically from the leather chair. Mrs. Conroy and the other two women were perfectly content to be witnesses to this event. Frankly, they were relieved since the burden of any abuse or maltreatment was officially out of their hands. The fact that a member of the family had disciplined the troublemaker was perfect. And in further thought, considering the circumstances of the altercation with Billy Smigen and Heather's past behavior, few people would have questioned the four women and their decision. "I want to show you something." Heather said as she bent down. Heather instructed Sarah to step out of each of her shoes then pulled down the coiled- up remainder of Sarah's tights. She tossed them both aside and took Sarah's hand and led her to the smoky mirror on the wall. "Turn around." Heather commanded. Sarah turned and Heather undid the bow in the back of Sarah's dress and unzipped it. In a flash Heather whisked the all too familiar dress off Sarah. Partly numb and partly out of fear, Sarah did not react. Instead she stood there still sniffling in only her bra. A training bra she had found along with the purse that had so damned her earlier testimony. Heather walked the red velvet dress over to the previously discarded items and returned to Sarah. The three women stared as Heather proceeded to unzip her own dress and step out of it. Martha smiled at the lithe toned body. Heather was impressively poised and mannered, but she also possessed a killer body. She had a healthy tan, long legs and a waist at twenty-five inches. The black lacy panties hugged her smooth rounded thirty- five-inch hips. Her matching black bra barely contained her thirty-six-inch C cup breasts. All of this was attractively packaged together into a one hundred and thirty- five pound nearly six-foot frame topped by a mane of flowing blond hair. Heather also had been blessed with a beautiful face. She was often asked if she had modeling experience. This was not a ploy or a pickup line, but a true inquiry based on her features. The three women shifted nervously in their seats. Heather leaned over and gave Sarah a clear view of her cleavage. She smiled wickedly and snaked her hands behind Sarah's back and undid her bra. Again, she sashayed over to the discarded clothing and deposited the bra with other items. Sarah now stood completely nude in the middle of the floor. She shook, not from the cold, but from the residual sobs that still racked her body. Embarrassment tried to take hold of her, but she remembered Heather's warning. What seemed odd to her was that the other women did not seem to object to her nudity. To them she was just another little girl. Older women are used to seeing young girls in their underwear or even nude she told herself. Then Heather did something that caused the three women to tighten. "I'm making a point here." She shot at them. This seemed to quiet any reservations as to Heather's methods. The women nodded and relaxed again. Heather wriggled out of her panties and bra and stood proudly nude in front of the three women. None of them flinched. Heather turned to Sarah. "Look at me Heather." She commanded. Sarah lifted her eyes from the floor. The only place where she was not forced to endure a condemning gaze. Sarah drank in the full beauty of Heather's form. "See? I'm a woman." She turned Sarah into the mirror. "And you, are just a little girl." Sarah stared at herself again then allowed her eyes to slowly drift back to Heather's naked body. Her large breasts mocked her. "Look at my breasts. See how full they are." Heather's two hands cupped the bottom of her breasts and lifted them. She shifted her hips back and forth in the mirror. "Now look at your breasts." Heather reached out and lifted Sarah's right breast gently. "You're just a A cup. You're barely there. Now look at my pussy. You know that word? Pussy? Right?" Heather asked in that certain condescending tone. "I shave mine, but I need to." Heather continued. It was true. Heather sported a small strip above her otherwise clean vagina. "Now see how bare you are." Sarah looked into the mirror. She remembered shaving but now that seemed odd and wrong to her. She wasn't sure if she ever had hair down there. Heather continued to note their bodily differences. Only occasionally did she pause to elicit a nod of agreement or move provocatively for Sarah. When she compared their bottoms. Sarah was not at all surprised to see hers was red and swollen. The hairbrush had left a real impression. Finally, Heather stepped up close to Sarah and turned her roughly into the mirror. Heather still had on her shoes and the difference in their height was staggering. Sarah truly looked like a prepubescent girl next to the rounded amazon Heather. She sniffled again. "So, you see you were just pretending to be a big girl, weren't you? You're not really. Look at yourself and now look at me." Sarah stared in the mirror. Sarah was in shock. Her mind drunk with pain and humiliation. Had she really regressed? What had started out as a game for Sarah had turned into a complete nightmare. After all she was merely pretending to be a young girl, she wasn't really. Her mind swam. Had the hairbrush forced her back down the ladder of her adulthood? Did each swat of the brush wipe away a year at a time until she was left as a skinny kid? What would happen if Heather spanked her again? Would she get even younger? She swooned. Was this some kind of Christmas magic? A punishment for her past misdeeds? The evidence seemed irrefutable. Sarah stood before them as a flat chested, pale hairless child. And before her stood the image of womanhood and she did not measure up. All the other women in the room believed she was a child. Perhaps she was? Sarah nodded meekly. Heather placed her hands on her hips. "How old are you, really? And make me believe it." Sarah mumbled. "Say it out loud." Heather commanded. The words choked out of her "Thirteen." "To the ladies." Heather prodded. Sarah turned. "I'm only thirteen years old." Sarah sobbed. Heather beamed. She had reduced this woman to putty in her hands. But there remained in Heather's psyche a lingering doubt of her accomplishment. Something was missing. A sense of completion. "And who am I?" Heather probed. Sarah looked up into Heather's towering face. Too frightened and confused to disagree Sarah squeaked out. "My...aunt?" "That's right. And I have punished you for your transgressions here tonight. And for Billy, for his mother and Mrs. Conroy. And all the other ladies you have inconvenienced in the past." Heather smiled. "But I have not punished you for my embarrassments." Then as if a switch had been thrown; Sarah's mind snapped back into its proper place. "What?!" Sarah yelled. It was exactly the reaction Heather wanted. Sarah's indignation turned to pure terror as Heather squeezed Sarah's wrist and dragged her back over to the red leather chair. The buxom blond tugged the shapeless girl to her lap. The juxtaposition of Heather's developed body against Sarah's meager form was almost erotic. Sarah appeared even smaller now as she dug her heels into the carpet and pulled against Heather's grip. But her resistance was no match for Heather's strength and with a few quick moves Sarah was once again back over Heather's lap. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! She let out a blood curdling scream as Heather slapped her bare bottom hard. Heather's breasts swayed with the rhythm of the spanking. Sarah twisted and screamed as she wriggled forward. She felt the promise of freedom but suddenly Heather took her right leg and swung it over Sarah's legs. This locked her into a position over Heather's left knee. Sarah was pinned and exposed in a very graphic way. Held high over Heather's knee Sarah was again looking up into the familiar mirror. She began to cry again. The pain and humiliation was bubbling and building inside her. The three women watched objectively from the comfort of their chairs. The spanking continued. Martha who had been by the door was now seated next to Mrs. Conroy. It was a mistake. Sarah's unmuffled screams had caught the attention of several partygoers. The door opened and Sarah felt her stomach drop ten stories. In the mirror standing in open mouthed shock was Don. She watched through her tears as his eyes wandered over her naked body. From his position he could see her bare privates perfectly framed by her bare bottom as Heather painted it a deep crimson red. The scene was surreal. Heather was in heaven. It was as if she was spanking herself. The opportunity to deliver one's own troubled past into one's own disciplinarian hands. The added effect of being completely nude and in control of the entire room was mind blowing. She cocked her head into the mirror and locked eyes with Sarah then Don. Her spanking rhythm continued even as she played a sly smile to Don. That smile hit Don hard. He had been focused on Sarah. Mesmerized as she bounced on the blond's knee. But when he realized the bombshell spanking Sarah was his own daughter he flipped. He was horrified. Sarah watched as he disappeared back through the door without a word. Martha sprung up, shut the door and locked it. It was over and Sarah exploded into sobs. Heather knew she had to get out fast. She was not in fear of any reprisals but the sexual ache between her legs was tearing at her. She needed relief. Heather released Sarah. Her hands jumped to her sore bottom and rubbed vigorously. It was a brief relief. Heather immediately stood and wrenched Sarah's ear lobe and marched her to the corner. "Don't you move out of that corner!" Heather shouted. It was the first time she had shouted, and it caused all three women to stand. Heather slipped on her black lace bra and panties then pulled on her black velvet dress. She checked herself in the mirror and made a few adjustments. "Ladies, I hope that was satisfactory. I hope that has, in some small way, paid a portion of the debt owed to you." The women smiled broadly. "I must go but I wondered if I might ask a favor from one of you. Perhaps more specifically Mrs. Smigen?" Mrs. Smigen and Mrs. Conroy leaned in. Martha remained at the door. "Yes?" Mrs. Smigen asked. "Could you perhaps look after Heather for the night? I know it is a bit much to ask but based on the lack of supervision she receives at home from her father..." Heather stated. "Well, I don't know." Mrs. Smigen wavered. "I just don't think Heather should be unsupervised tonight. She has a habit of striking out after she has been punished. I should be able to pick her up tomorrow around three." Heather lied. "It's only for one night Caroline." Mrs. Conroy admonished. "Well. Alright. One night shouldn't be any trouble. And I may even have some of my daughter’s old things she can wear." Mrs. Smigen agreed. "Excellent." Heather glanced at Sarah's naked form in the corner. Her pale pink skin highlighted in contrast to her red glowing bottom. "And of course, perhaps a proper apology to Billy wouldn't hurt either. And if she does give you any trouble..." Mrs. Smigen and Mrs. Conroy smiled. They said their goodbyes and watched the tall blond depart. Heather said her last goodbye to Martha just before she closed the door and locked it again. Sarah had heard every word but did not object. She stood in the corner for a long time and sniffled. All the while the three women talked in low tones. She was sure Don would find her soon. This nightmare would end, and she would wake in her own bed. However, Don, too terrified to engage, had drunk two Jack and Sevens before he mustered the courage to storm the door. But by then it was too late. Sarah was already dressed in her white tights and red velvet dress. It had been a painful experience to redress, especially the tights. But now she was speeding towards the Smigen's home. Billy sat next to her in the back seat and flicked her pigtails for the eighth time. She firmly swiped his hand away. Sarah looked up into the rear view mirror and caught Mrs. Smigen staring at her. "Mrs. Conroy loaned me her hairbrush." Sarah's bottom tingled and she shifted uncomfortably again. The End

Poor baby…not a good way to wake up at all. I am surprised she was allowed to stay in it but maybe the foster mom is making sure she is all finished first.

Little Debbies

Maybe it’s because I was a bedwetter until I was 15, but I see myself as an older kid (around 10) who still wets the bed. I prefer wearing athletic shorts and video games over onesies and baby toys. The only way I’m ever able to enjoy “baby” things is if I role play as an older kid who is getting treated like a baby by someone older. For example, one of my favorite role plays is that to pretend that my parents are out of town for the weekend and my older brother is in charge. He and his friends decide that since I still wet the bed that means I am a baby so they are going to treat me like one.

I’ve been into diapers for as long as I can remember. I wet the bed until I was 15. The moment I was dry at night I was wanting to go back to diapers again. I have gone through the typical binge and purge cycle many times (I really don’t want to think about the number of diapers I’ve thrown away to try and kick this habit). It has really only been within the last year or so that I’ve finally started to accept my love of diapers. I keep a steady stash of diapers and wear to bed every night. It hasn’t happened, but if anyone discovered my diapers I’d just tell them I wet the bed (which isn’t a total lie as I’ve been working on becoming a bedwetter again). The turning point for me was coming to the realization that I’m not harming anyone with my diaper-wearing. I don’t let diapers get in the way of my daily life. Besides, they are a great way for me to unwind after a long day/week (and healthier than a lot of other options I could use). It may feel odd that you’re into diapers, but everyone has something weird about them. If you talk to someone long enough you are bound to learn that they have some weird habit or hobby they are into. Know that you aren’t alone. There are many of us that are in the same boat as you.