Sissy Room

Personally, Consequences of the Orange Mist is one of the best stories I've read. I would love to see another story in this universe, and to know what became of Pete.

I've been in IT before and depending on big the issue is, there's often just a "huh" and move on because there's too much going on. I might write it down to explore later if I'm curious, but wouldn't dare look into it at work.  But it also depends on the person. I can think of a few colleagues that would be like "whoa wait WHO'S down?" and get super curious 🤭

His body tensed as the spankings fell. The pain seared across his backside. The shock and shame of being put over the knee was quickly replaced by a singular focus on the growing sting. ”Owww!! Ohh! Please! Ow! Please stop!” He begged pathetically 

when i go gym i usually try to wear a pull up- a livdry will do. i can get about 1 wetting in them usually... they do have a tendency to leak easily though.  Another option i sometimes do is use my pocket diaper and just throw in a couple lighter booster pads which would get me through the workout. it is a little bit overkill but it is nice and comfy and i can make it as thick as i want (course when i make it too thick it is hard to move and exercise). cause i drink lots of fluids especially when exercising i do wet it couple of times whether want to or not. lol and when i go grappling, yeah everything is coming off and getting a thorough wash

--- Chapter 38 --- “Pleeeeeease,” Lexi sobbed into Lauren’s neck, who stood there, several shades paler, wide-eyed and frozen. Greg and Kelly exchanged a concerned look while Sarah stood a foot in front of Lauren, staring. Meanwhile, Charlie kept chewing his brownie as he watched. “I…” Lauren breathed, and slowly her hand moved to rub her daughter’s back. Sarah blew air out of her nose as she hung her head for a moment. “Okay… okay,” Sarah swallowed as she found her voice and raised her head to give a curt nod. Quickly, she spun on her heel, looking between Greg and Kelly for a beat, then marched over to the kitchen island and set the previously offered brownies down. Her eyes scanned the options, and she cracked open the cupcake container, grabbing two of the vanilla ones and swapping them with the brownies. Charlie smacked his lips before stuffing the remainder of the brownie in his mouth and smiling as he felt Greg’s arm tense. Sarah turned around, flashing Charlie a smile, and walked the cupcakes over to Lauren, who had maintained her look of horror. Sarah reached out and gently placed a hand on Lexi’s back. “Lexi, baby,” she soothed quietly, lifting the cupcakes closer to her. “Here, sweetie. No chocolate, I promise. Can you share these with your Mommy?” Lexi sniffled a few times before she turned her head, looking at the cupcakes, then to Sarah. She gave a very small nod and reached her small hands out, gently taking them from her. Sarah turned her body to the side and gestured to the table. Lauren blinked as color was slowly returning to her face, and she looked between the table and Sarah, who gave a nod in understanding, despite looking a little confused. “Please,” she offered to Lauren, then she glanced at Kelly. “Would you mind helping me pack everything up for them?” “Oh,” Kelly stumbled, swallowing and nodding, taking that as an immediate directive, and moved towards the playpen to pick up the toys Lexi had picked. “Of course!” “Thank you,” Sarah smiled, reaching a hand out and laying it on Lauren’s upper arm, gently pushing her towards the table. “Greg’s right. We can’t have you leaving on a bad note, so please.” Greg’s mouth dropped in a semi-frown, though the expression was more impressed than disapproving. Charlie chewed on the brownie as he silently watched her, squinting slightly at the ‘we’. Lauren nodded silently and stepped over to the table, taking in a breath as she looked at Lexi and frowned before giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Greg,” Sarah ordered as she pointed to a chair at the table, then turned around and joined Kelly. Charlie glared at the back of her head as Greg quickly obeyed, taking his seat and adjusting his Little brother on his lap, mirroring Lauren, who did the same. “Lexi, sweetie,” Lauren whispered as she petted the back of her daughter’s head, finally starting to gather her bearings. “Do you need help?” “No,” Lexi sniffled as she set one of the cupcakes down and began peeling the paper holder. “I, uh…” Greg started and stopped, having difficulty finding something to say. Charlie leaned back as he swallowed and smiled up at his brother. “Megapus is back,” he beamed up, and Greg let out a grateful laugh, lifting a hand to his face. “I thought he flew back to his home planet,” he chuckled as he closed an eye, trying to recall that major event. “Yeah!” Charlie bubbled and looked to Lexi, who smiled slightly before lifting the cupcake to Lauren’s mouth. “Here, Mommy,” she said, and Lauren, wincing as she stared at the icing, slowly opened her mouth. Lexi pushed the cupcake in and immediately began working on the second, while Lauren grimaced, doing everything she could not to spit out the overly sweet treat. Greg grinned at her, sharing a knowing nod. He had suffered his fair share of shared sweet treats with Charlie that were nauseatingly sweet, often turning his stomach sour. “Megapus tied up Betty on the train tracks.” “Betty?” Greg asked curiously at Lexi with a slight smile, glad she was joining the conversation. “New doll,” Lexi replied shyly, her eyes flickering up to Greg as she smiled. “Ahh,” the Amazon brother grinned knowingly, leaning back in the chair. “Well, be careful: Megapus is a tyrant. He’s been here before… he likes destroying cities and attacking brothers.” “No,” Charlie shook his head, pointing up to Greg. “Jus’ you.” Lauren let out a snort, slapping a hand on her mouth to keep the cupcake in and force herself to swallow it down. Lexi giggled at Charlie, which got louder as she looked up at her Mommy, and she took a large bite of her cupcake. Greg grinned as his shoulders relaxed. “I guess I’ll have to arm myself for war,” he mused, briefly wondering where his old fighting rat action figures were stored, and their turtle mentor. “Lexi can help,” Charlie added as he nodded vigorously. “Oh, yeah?” Greg asked as he raised his eyebrows over to Lexi, knowing that was a signal from Charlie. “Really?” Lexi piped up, her mouth still full of cupcake as her eyes flew open wide. Lauren’s face flickered in concern as she used her hand to wipe at the corner of her daughter’s mouth, clearing it of cupcake debris. “If you’d like,” Greg smiled at her, which widened as he made eye contact with Lauren. “Lexi’s welcome here anytime.” Lauren’s mouth dropped open slightly as Lexi cheered, and she quickly smiled down at her daughter, her face flushing. “Please, Mommy? Please, please, please?” Lexi begged. “Thank you, Greg,” she said quietly. “I - we… really appreciate that.” “Yay!” both Lexi and Charlie celebrated, thrusting their arms into the air and clapping. “Okay, I think that’s everything,” Kelly announced as she and Sarah set Lauren’s diaper bag on the floor next to her and then set a second bag filled with toys. “Thank you. We really should be going now,” Lauren stated with more confidence in her voice than in her previous attempts. “It’s been a long day for both of us.” Everyone nodded and made quick work of escorting the pair to her car. Charlie leaned against his brother as he watched, happy to have seen his plan kick off successfully, yet he couldn’t shake a bad feeling. His eyes lingered on Sarah, knowing this feeling centered on her, but he couldn’t place what exactly was bothering him. Once Lexi was in her carseat, Lauren made the rounds, wishing everyone a good night and thanking them where appropriate. Although she had recovered from the moments inside, she was still off, a little distant and contemplative. Charlie waved as the car circled the driveway, and Lexi waved through the window, and everyone waved in silence until the car was nearly out of sight. Sarah placed her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow, looking at Kelly, then Greg, and scoffed as she shook her head. “You two,” she snorted. “What?” Greg blurted out as he and Kelly shared a look. Charlie kept his hand up, waving at the no longer visible car, keeping his eyes focused forward. “You’re both far too nice for your own good,” she chuckled as she placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “But you did lift their spirits, and I commend that. Hopefully, Lauren has a good, long talk with dear old Grammy.” Sarah’s lips puckered as she sucked on her teeth, glaring down the driveway. Charlie finally lowered his hand from waving, glancing at her with a slight arched eyebrow. “I think she will,” Kelly smiled optimistically, giving a nervous shrug. “She was mortified.” “Oh, Kelly,” Sarah snorted, looking up for a moment. “She was mortified to be caught. She clearly wants a specific behavior out of Lexi, but doesn’t know how or be responsible for making that happen. Which is unfortunately common.” Charlie glanced down at the ground, pursing his lips slightly as he felt Greg shift his weight and his arms tensed up; the Little brother flashed the slightest of grins, having a suspicion something was coming. “Yeah, that’s why there’s Little Steps,” Greg intoned sarcastically as he initially felt a need to come to Kelly’s aid, annoyed at the tone of condescension, but more opportunistically, he realized he could push and probe Sarah. He arched an eyebrow at her as she turned to him, gaping. Charlie made quick work of the pacifier clipped to him, shoving it in his mouth at a speed a Wild West ranger would be proud of (so he liked to imagine). “Excuse me, Greg, Little Steps isn’t about getting a desired behavior set by the parents,” Sarah protested with a scoff, clearly taking offense, though there was the faintest hint of a tug at the corner of her mouth. Charlie frowned curiously. “It’s about helping Littles understand, transition, and find happiness.” “Oh, and that’s different… how?” Greg mused, his tone playfully challenging. Charlie swallowed a snicker, unsure if this was exactly the time for contrarian Greg, but he’d enjoy it all the same. “It’s very different!” Sarah threw her arms out indignantly. “I think I’ll, uh, put the ice cream away… before it… melts,” Kelly quietly excused, gesturing into the house and began backing away towards the front door. “Good idea,” Greg grinned as he moved towards the front door, glancing over his shoulder at Sarah. “I look forward to hearing this major difference.” That was it. Charlie couldn’t help it. He had held in one too many laughs earlier, and his brother was unleashed. The Little brother burst out into a cackle, the pacifier tumbling from his mouth as he let every little thing he had wanted to laugh at before flood out now. Sarah stood with her mouth open as the trio made their way into the house, and Greg let out a chuckle, glad to have made his brother laugh. “How…!” she huffed and rushed into the house after them. “It’s about intention!” “Isn’t there a famous quote about intentions? Something about paving a way somewhere?” Greg teased, turning to shut the door behind her as she entered. The acoustics of the entryway were entirely too good, carrying Charlie’s bellowing laughter down every hall and reflecting it at him. Kelly likewise giggled, though she was laughing more at Charlie’s laughing, as she made all haste into the kitchen. “Funny,” Sarah retorted with an eye roll, a half-grin on her face, also because of Charlie’s infectious laughter. “But I mean it. Our focus is the Little’s comfort and happiness, not the parents’.” “Oh, come on,” Greg scoffed as they walked into the main room, his eyes rolling up. “That’s never how school has worked.” Sarah pursed her lips as she paused, tapping her fingers on her hips. Greg grinned widely down at his brother as his laughs were finally settled down, tears in his eyes. He walked over the playpen walls and collapsed onto the couch with Charlie, who rolled off his lap and climbed down to make his way towards the pillow pile. He needed a place to hide during this exchange. “Okay, fine, that’s fair,” she groused with a forced sigh. The lightness in her voice had thinned, the curve in her lips gone. “Yes, the parents matter, but our primary focus is the Littles.” “Of course it is,” Greg nodded as he watched Charlie. “Because it’s the Littles you’re training.” Charlie wheezed as he jumped into the pillow pile, his mouth wide open, and managed to wait to laugh until he was muffled by pillows. “Did Charlie have a bad experience at one of these places, or something?” Sarah asked curtly, and Greg looked at her, surprised. “I don’t think so,” he wondered as he glanced over at his brother, though he was burying himself in pillows. “But Mom also didn’t keep him in them very long.” “Well, not everyone is so lucky to be able to do that,” Sarah sighed as she shrugged, turning towards the breakfast table to clean up. “Don’t make this about money,” Greg sniffed as he pulled his tie off and tossed it on the cushion beside him. “How is it not?” she retorted as she grabbed fistfuls of napkins and brushed crumbs into them, then turned to face him with an exaggerated shrug. “Normal people work, Greg. They work all day to support their families, and it’s exhausting to come home to a suffering child. Everyone needs help in that situation – the parents, the child – and they can’t just hire a nanny or stay home to figure it out.” Kelly grimaced as her shoulders tensed, sensing the tone had changed with Sarah, but Greg zeroed in on the content of her reply rather than the tone, and cleared his throat in irritation. Charlie, for his part, heard it too, but selfishly was quite glad for it, especially given the circumstances as Greg could hold his own in a debate, when within his element and comfort. “Adoptions are voluntary and often done on a whim,” Greg countered as he recalled the woman with the Little they saw on their first meetup. “Forgive me for not feeling bad for people who will pluck a Little off the street, and then don’t know how to handle the trauma.” “What are they supposed to do when they see the symptoms?” Sarah stormed as she dumped everything into the trash. “Just let a Little go? Drive somewhere? Hurt themselves and others?” “Ah, so they’re saints now?” he half-mused, half-scoffed. “Greg!” Sarah shouted like his name was a curse, and his eyebrows rose up high, finally seeing the shift. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Charlie grimaced, his amusement in this boiling argument vanished in a flash as he felt that deep, empathetic gut clench at hearing her step on a nerve. Greg was a purposeful conversationalist; if he didn’t know about the topic or didn’t have an opinion, he would become an engaged listener. He would ask questions, probe, and defer to those who did know more. If he was willing to talk and challenge, it meant he had put enough research and time into the topic to feel confident debating it. All this to say, although it was rare to see him angry, if anyone wanted to do so, all they had to do was dismiss his level of knowledge on a topic he was trying to discuss. Greg stared at her for a long moment, his heart pounding in his throat. He had felt guilty for making her upset for only the briefest moment, but as soon as those words left her mouth, his chest exploded with fury and indignation. “I don’t talk about things I don’t put effort into,” he fumed coldly, his hand gripping the couch, which tightened into a fist. “And I don’t appreciate you trying to shut down the conversation because you’re mad.” “I don’t appreciate you mocking my job!” she countered immediately, voice cracking as she put a hand on her chest. “I’m not mocking it. I’m criticizing it,” he stated as he over enunciated the t’s in irritation. “Which it should be able to withstand.” Sarah’s mouth dropped slightly as she breathed so heavily that it sounded like the only noise in the room. Her eyes glistened, then she shook her head once. “Guys,” Kelly spoke softly as she stepped forward. “It’s been a long day.” Greg’s eyes moved over to Kelly, and he nodded curtly in understanding, but Sarah’s lips pursed. “You’re right, Kelly,” she agreed in a fury as she walked over to her purse and grabbed it. “I’m exhausted. Turns out it’s pretty tiring being there all day for someone who hates everything I stand for.” “I didn’t say that,” he insisted as he clenched his jaw and stood. “You didn’t have to!” Sarah snapped as she stormed out of the room and out the front door before anyone moved. Kelly looked over at Greg, who blew an annoyed sigh out of his nose. “Should you…” Kelly asked as she pointed out the window, watching Sarah stomp towards her car. “And say what?” Greg scoffed, throwing his arms out to his sides and letting them slap his sides when they fell. “She did… help,” Kelly grimaced as she approached him, and Charlie peered out of the pillow mound, arching an eyebrow at her. Greg sucked air through his teeth in irritation as he looked away for a moment, then nodded, acknowledging the point. He heaved a sigh as he shook his head in irritation, but stepped over the playpen wall and walked at a moderate pace to catch up to her. “What’re you doing?” Charlie whispered from the mound as he threw his arms out, causing a few stuffed animals to roll down onto the floor. “What?” Kelly puzzled, her eyes flickering between him and the windows, before she squatted down to avoid being seen having a conversation with him. “She did help a lot today.” “Let them figure it out,” Charlie scoffed, poking his head out. “Charlie,” Kelly grinned as she arched an eyebrow at him. “I know you want them to break up, but –” “No-no-no,” Charlie interrupted as he jerked a hand across his throat and shook his head emphatically, wanting to make it clear that was not his intention. “Sarah’s gotta start seeing this… the full Greg. And it’s better now than later.” Kelly blinked as her smile faded, and her eyes fell to the floor as she nodded silently. Meanwhile, once outside, Greg waved to Sarah’s car, which she had started. He paused about halfway to her car, waiting to see if she would drive away, and they locked eyes through the glass for a long, heavy moment. He took in a deep breath, realizing she was going to get out, and he put his hands in his pockets as he approached the driver’s side. Sarah wiped at her eyes before she rolled down the window, staring down at her steering wheel. Greg pursed his lips for a moment. “Thank you for your help today,” he said in a measured tone, biting back his irritation. Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed as she glared at the steering wheel, which softened into a squint as she looked up at him. “You’re welcome,” she replied quietly. “Drive safe,” he added with a nod as he turned away. “Greg,” she started, placing a hand on the windowsill of the car door. He stopped, looking over his shoulder, and as he made eye contact with her, he realized he couldn’t read her face. Her face was contorted in a mixture of emotions he couldn’t recognize, causing him to grimace slightly at realizing he couldn’t read her. After a beat, her lips pinched, and she nodded. “Have a good night.” “You too,” he replied and continued his march back into the house as he heard her car drive away. He reached a hand out onto the doorknob and held it, glancing over his shoulder as he saw the top of the car disappear down the hill, and he let out a long sigh.