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By PamperedPrince · Posted
Chapter 11: Repotty Training: Day 1 Despair could barely describe the vast chasm of hopelessness that existed in my heart right now. Already it has been two whole hours since my mother had me start wearing Pull-Ups. Okay. They’re not really Pull-Ups but Goodnites Nighttime Underwear for Girls. It was a large and designed for middle school aged girls who still wet the bed. But as far as I was concerned, the Pull-Up was designed just for me. Just for my punishment. A punishment that I totally deserved since I was a bad girl. To add to the humiliation, my mother would not allow me to wear any pants over the “Pull-Up”. According to her rules, the Pull-Up must be visible at all times, resulting in me having to walk around in just a Pull-Up and a plain white T-shirt around the house. The colored swirl designs felt juvenile with the lavender colors around the hips and waist. That and the soft padding served as a constant reminder of my punishment. The soft crinkle reminded me of it with every step I took. Within the two hours, my mother has taken me to the bathroom four times. For every half hour for the entire day, my mother took me to the bathroom and supervised me while I did my business. I was not allowed to leave the toilet unless I either peed or pooped in it. This meant that I had to wait for the smallest drops of pee to enter the toilet bowl if I already peed more recently. With this regimen, My Pull-Up has remained dry so far, but it didn’t change the humiliation that I felt with having to wear one in front of my mother and baby sister. Besides this punishment, my biggest despair lied in me knowing very well that I was banned for life in being able to hang out with my friends. So what does that mean, mother? Can I not move out for fear that I might hang out with Gina or Renee? So much for teaching me responsibility. All this did was create a deep despair inside of me that could not be cured. What is going to motivate me to do well at the Madeira School? What is going to motivate me? The fear of receiving another spanking from my mother. The fear of my bottom being beat raw by my mother’s chosen instrument of discipline. Whether it was the belt, the paddle, or even her bare hand, this was motivation enough for me to at least work hard on my studies to avoid any additional pain to my posterior. Another nail in the coffin was my mother taking away every single one of the things that I loved to do. She took away my Lord of the Rings books and replaced them with books that were appropriate for a five-year-old. She took away my Nintendo Switch and installed parental controls on my TV so that only she could decide the programing that I could watch. She filled my room with all the toys that I used to play with when I was just five. But all was not lost when it came to the entertainment. My mother teased me with the promise that I could earn one of my privileges back if I stayed dry in my Pull-Ups and used the potty every time like a big girl. She made it clear that the one privilege that I could never regain was any outings with my friends. I was not allowed to leave the property of the Rivers Estate. And if she ever found out that I left, she promised me that I would receive the most severe punishment that she had. I didn’t want to know what this was, so I was basically under complete house arrest as long as my mother was alive and taking care of me. While I had my four trips to the bathroom, my mother checked Abby’s diaper every time, and has changed it twice so far without me needing to do it. I brought it up only once for my mother to remind me that “I was being punished” and that “little girls don’t know how to change diapers”. As far as my mother was concerned, I guess I am a little girl now until I somehow regain my big kid privileges back. Among one of the biggest ones I want to regain is being able to wear my panties again. This was only day one and just two hours in a Pull-Up that I felt so ashamed in wearing. It was coming up to my next mandatory trip to the bathroom, and I shuddered at the fact that my Pull-Up was dry and my bladder was completely empty. How does my mother expect me to pee in the toilet if there’s nothing to pee out? Well, rules are rules so I will have to sit there until something hopefully comes out. The other thing that I will have to tolerate is my mother’s constant praise for me using the potty like a big girl. Talking down to me and treating me like I’m a third of my age is going to get very hard to get used to. The mandatory trip to the bathroom began and my mother removed my Pull-Up. I sat on the toilet, and it was just as I expected. There was not a drop of pee that came out. “Mother,” I complained. “There’s nothing coming out. Can’t we just try in another half hour?” “Absolutely not, Gabby.” My mother said in a stern voice. “You are going to sit there until you go pee pee. Do it for mommy, okay?” Oh sure, mom. Talk to me like I’m five again. I quietly sighed in frustration as I sat there with my bladder still empty. I then thought of the evening when I went to bed and gasped. “What about when I sleep? How am I going to keep track of my accident? Will those count towards my three strikes?” My mother shook her head. “Not at all, Gabs. You are just learning the potty, so only the daytime accidents are going to count. Three daytime accidents within the same week puts you in diapers. For every new week, the accidents reset to zero. And as long as you remain a good girl, you have eight weeks that you have to wear Pull-Ups. And every new week that you have less than three accidents, I will give you a privilege back. If you want all eight back, minus your lifetime ban from outings with your friends, you will be a good girl and use the potty for mommy, okay? Now Gabby, you haven’t gone potty yet. I’m going to check Abby’s diaper. Don’t leave that toilet until you pee or it’s another extra week in Pull-Ups.” I quietly sighed as I just began to feel the discomfort in sitting on the toilet for longer than necessary. My mother left as I found myself staring at the floor. Is there any hope to be freed from this cruel and heartless bitch? I didn’t dare move an inch as I could almost hear my mother screaming at me in my mind, despite the fact that she wasn’t even in the room. A few minutes later, I continued to relax my bladder as virtually nothing came out. Nothing except what I noticed were a few small droplets of pee. Mom. Mother. Where are you? I just went pee on the toilet! Can I leave the bathroom now? Minutes passed as sitting on the toilet now felt like torture. I didn’t have to pee at all and all I managed were a few drops of pee. The drops were so small that it didn’t even change the color of the water inside the toilet bowl. It remained a clear color, with all the evidence of my pitiful excuse of using the potty nonexistent. That minimal evidence was all I needed to be able to get off this toilet seat. My butt started to become sore, but only from sitting on the seat for so long. My mother re-entered the bathroom, holding Abby in her arms once again while she was once again being nursed at my mother’s breasts. My poor little sister is never going to grow up and based on my recent punishments, neither will I . I lost a decade worth of privileges in just one day, and it would take almost two months to get them all back, except for my social outings with my friends, which in hindsight was UNFAIR since she based my conduct on punctuality that I had virtually no control over this time. So thanks to Renee, I can never hang out with my friends anywhere again. Thanks Renee for ruining my social life forever. Abby was in her pale yellow short sleeved onesie, which I am convinced was my mother’s favorite onesie to dress her in, as she is almost always in that onesie when my mother is nursing her. She was feverishly sucking away like she was starving. At that moment, my mother pulled Abby away from her breast to direct her attention to where I was sitting. Abby whined as her small hands reached for my mother’s bust. “Mo mak! Mo mak! Hun-ghee mama! Hun-ghee!” Abby’s whine became a loud wail, which was swiftly quenched by my mother shoving a pacifier in her mouth. “Not yet, Abbycadabry.” My mother said, pointing to me sitting on the toilet, with my dry Goodnite sitting nearby. The whole scene made it look like I was just a little older than her, learning to use the potty for the first time. “You see that? Now I just had to change your poopy diaper, but look! It’s your big sister learning to use the potty. She was a bad girl, so she had to wear Pull-Ups again. Watch, okay? Your sister is such a big girl!” My face reddened as I watched Abby fixing her gaze on me as she steadily sucked on her pacifier. From the way that her eyes were dancing around me and the toilet seat, it was almost like she recognized it. Did my mother show her the toilet before? And I don’t know if I actually saw it, but I could see Abby almost nodding, but it looked more like her tilting her face up and down like a clumsy infant. Her eyes returned to my mother, and she spit the pacifier out of her mouth. “Mo mak, mama…” Abby said, in a soft and weak voice this time. But my mother firmly shook her head. “Not yet, Abs. You’re going to watch your sister act like a big girl. Now Gabby, can you go potty for mommy?” I sighed. “I already went. It was a few drops.” My mother furrowed her brow and shook her head. She inspected the toilet bowl between my legs and shook her head. “Gabby, that is a lie. I don’t see a single trace of yellow in that toilet. And until you go potty, you are not leaving the bathroom. It was official. I was doomed. I still didn’t have to pee and there was not a single drop of pee coming out. And my poor sister was now forced to watch me pee on the toilet like I was a preschooler. My sister produced the same face that I always saw. A face of sadness. A face that was empty and vacant. A face that looked very hungry. And there I was, my butt still glued to the toilet seat. I don’t know if it has been an hour or longer, but I was still sitting there with not so much as a single drop of pee entering the toilet. “Please,” I silently prayed. “Just one drop. One…drop…” Moments later, I heard a short and sustained trickle. That was it. That was all that my bladder wanted to empty at that point. My mother smiled at me and then at Abby. “Good girl! What a big girl you are in using the potty all by yourself! You see that, Abbycadabry? Gabby is a big girl.” Abby gave my mother a blank smile as she glanced at her again. “Hun-ghee mama. Mo mak…Mo mak…” My mother nodded, letting Abby latch back onto her breasts as she began to nurse her again. “There you go.” She then glanced at me. “Wait until I’m finished nursing Abby and I’ll help you with your Pull-Up. DON’T leave the toilet seat!” My mother left with Abby, while my butt felt sore sitting there for so long. About ten minutes later, my mother came back into the bathroom and pointed at me. “Stand up,” My mother ordered. I stood up and could almost feel the toilet seat peeling off my rear. It was painful sitting there for so long, but I was at the mercy of my mother. I couldn’t do a thing without her permission. My mother picked up the Pull-Up and had me stand back into it, one leg at a time. With both legs in the Pull-Up, she tugged the waist up until the Pull-Up was snug around my waist. My mother then poured a glass of water for me and had me drink it. I am guessing that this is to ensure that I pee on the toilet in the next half hour that I have to sit on it again. At my mother’s request, I followed her to my bedroom. Once there, my mother opened my underwear drawer and took the pile of panties out. She took every last one as a way of sealing my punishment. For the next two months, I could only wear Pull-Ups and she wanted to ensure that I didn’t cheat on this rule. “I will be keeping these until your two months of wearing Pull-Ups are over,” she explained to me like I was five. “Your panties will be the last privilege you will earn after two months, granted that you don’t get any other weeks added on.” I quietly sighed at a volume that not even my mother could detect. I glanced down at my Pull-Up, which felt bulky and soft. I still felt humiliated and did not know if I could ever get used to wearing a Pull-Up. But for the next two months, this was my punishment. For the next two months, my mother’s strict regimen of re-potty training me would be in full force. After all, I deserved this punishment. When was my mother ever wrong? She knew what was best for me and I dared not question her authority. The evidence was there. I peed myself at the mall. I peed myself in my friend’s pool numerous times. I almost peed myself during the sleepover. I wet my friend’s bed twice. I even peed myself before I entered my mother’s house late, when I was supposed to be on time. I was indeed a bad girl, and I got what my deeds deserve. Two months in Pull-Ups while my mother re-potty trained me. This was going to be a long two months. I quietly sighed in despair as I caught one last glimpse of the pile of panties that my mother was carrying before she carried them down the hallway toward her bedroom… There is light at the end of the tunnel, but that will be later on. Remember. If Gabby is narrating this entire story, she had to have survived the entire ordeal. Stay tuned. The forbidden wing will have a part to play a little later. If you can remember one of the earlier chapters, Gabby still has a school project that she needs to finish over the summer. All will be touched on soon. We are now caught up to my current chapter. Chapter 12 is still in progress and I'll try to have it done either tomorrow or before Thanksgiving. Look for it very soon. Thank you all for your support! 😀 -
The end scene is nicely set up, but struck me as a bit antiseptic in its delivery. "Kissing him deeply" is the sort of phrase you expect to read in a mid-Victorian romance novel, whereas contemporary literature runs to the graphic. Don't be afraid to let the animal out when your characters' behavior calls for it. -
By spoonchicken · Posted
Spicy brown tastes better but it looks so similar to the color of a liquid fart. EWWWWWWW -
By cowboybaby · Posted
I just pooped my diaper again when my wife was spanking me for pooping my diaper at the store. My bad. -
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