Spanking

Wonderful story 

Only pee for me, I always poop in the toilet and that's something that sets me apart from other DLs.

Chapter 65 – Schoolrunning #1 Mummy #2 Daddy #3 Byron #4 Avery #5 Byron  (and #6 Rose in new year)  - or third week with Byron, Avery  & Byrony  at Suzy and Jeffs  - Monday   DID YOU KNOW? ·        Paula  MacFadyen is  actually a HD worker (Scottish Huntington’s Association) for me and my late father. And even when I  down south for 11 and a half years my mums aid things like ‘Paula’s asking for you’)  including nurse Paula in me at 18/19 story (although different responsibilities) . ·        Orla (Suzy’s mother) is based on a decent social worker     I had upon returning to Dundee from 2019 until 2021ish ·        Avery’s name was taken from a Gender Neutral baby names list, BUT one of many. I went for that one as they also make sticky labels for many years (ED: yes Stationery geek as well as bus nerd) ·        Chapter Title  was indeed taken from Trainspotting posters from 1997 Monday morning  ; Suzy got even warmer receptions from all the house  ; including her mother and father who hugged etc . “I can only assume after yesterdays decision to be a full time Mum??? Well no need to suck up BUT I do like that” (Mum jumped in for a  hug) “yes thanks Mum” she said a she sat down for Breakfast. “Why do I feel like a VIP”??? “Well you deserve It for yesterday… today.. and every day … both as a Mother  & Father and since we met 13 year ago  ( Suzy and Jeff kiss briefly) before she stood up)   “Morning everyone , Judging by the lovely reaction, you all love yesterday’s decision  i.e. not returning to work by 1 day a month (after caught up) and holiday cover now and then BUT Today  is a lot of stuff on.                                                                    10.00 Byron, Avery and Byrony ; both your workers are coming here; remember your last time before school goes back tomorrow. 11.00 Byrony discussing some birth and pregnancy options as well as discussing midwifes and the like. Just after lunch I will have a short time with each of you; in the order Rose, Barry, (Triplets  unable to talk not needed) , Byron ,Avery and Byrony . For the benefit of our most recent arrivals they these are kind of like some 1:1 time where your Mummy cutches up with everything you have done .Generally on Fridays  BUT we’ve been busy clearly. 3 newest arrivals  this will include confirmation of School Run plans from  tomorrow.  (ED: in UK and maybe Europe too; teachers are given 5 days year in service training, where the teachers train rather than teach. Hence back to school Tuesday ,not Monday!) At other times, you are free to play and chat with each other! “ Their workers arrived on time , and once again they all waxed lyrical about Suzy’s work choice! Suzy’s only qualm was beating her to it! Suzy also explained everyone’s  milestones themselves. Right up to them returning to School the following day,., as that  was indeed restarting both worker  would come at a different the Thursday (just after dinner time around 18.15). 11.00, Byrony’s time In relation to a few pregnancy baby things ; but before  going further; she checked in relation not whether or not Byrony had met a Midwife? SHE KENEW WHAT THEY WERE BUT HAS NO T HAD ONE YET. “I guess with being in a  state of flux ; she phoned her (Doc Reynolds )  Office Number, she got hold of Sarah (now pretty much every day her PA) to enquire if Doc R could chase this up for Byrony Macpherson? She would take a message for her boss to come back to her during the next 48 hours” She gave Byrony a copy of her birth Plan;   saying that’s what she did both times. Explaining Lisa’s C section being NOT The normal ; she chose for General Antithetic BUT normally you are awake. . She then asked her view on a few pregnancy and birth  things , before writing them all down to put into a plan; we can   put together a more formal plan after discussing with her Midwife, Brian, Me and herself. Lunch (Sausage, Chips and Beans , with fresh fruit  afterwards) went down well; with Suzy’s finding Rose and Barry did not need anything so she played with them both Playroom for an hour. “That was a very interesting Fact finding mission “she said to Jeff ; but her Daddy Jeff wondered who was having the best time?” “We all did; and indeed it’s interesting. I hope we are still playing games like those with them 10 years from now Daddy? “ “Indeed” As she was finishing discussion with her Daddy; she had a txt  reply from Doc R’ ; “Yes will chase this up. I know she is school from tomorrow obviously again BUT I will try to make sure this happens ideally for first half this week ideally after school;. Etc, with her aware Byrony has workers Wednesday”  which went down very well with Byrony! The new arrivals only had some mirror questions, with Suzy also reminded the plans i.e. Jeff taking Byron leaving this week 08.20 (Suzy swap Friday so she can see her old school’s new location, Suzy only been there a couple of times since the move) with Suzy picking up both Harris (Academy) kids 08.15 tomorrow. Suzy’s mother/ Grandma Orla starting food from 07.00 and we will wake around half an hour earlier tomorrow (than previously) at the same time ; and every schoolday  we will wake you up at a similar time! Dinner   (put on and together  by  Jeff) was a Chicken Casserole and Ice Cream, while Suzy did everything else, ensuring they all had all school stuff ready and packed away for the morning. After everyone’s else’s bedtimes, they put said night night; not believing they would have a School Run for tomorrow and forever now…    

A spooky story for Halloween. Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once there was a small village that sat on the edge of a big forest. In the summer, when summers lasted many years at a time, the forest bloomed brightly with green leaves. It was alive with the singing of birds, bright and sunny. At the very centre of the forest was a massive tree, far taller than all the rest, which watched over the trees as their guardian. Through the years, the village and the forest lived in harmony with one another. But summer does not last forever.  Well, one morning in the village, when autumn had fallen over the forest and the trees were bare of leaves, a brother and sister came from a nearby town to visit their aunt, who lived in the forest. They hadn’t seen her in many years, and wanted to bring her gifts to greet her with. First they went to the bakers, and each ordered a loaf of bread to take. “Well, if you’re going through the forest, you best be careful!” the baker’s son said as he kneaded dough. “They say there’s a curse on the forest.” “A curse?” the brother said, shaking a little.  “Oh yes. A tree stands there, they say it takes travellers who stray from the path, into it’s domain.” The sister chuckled. “A tree! Who’s afraid of a tree?” She looked over to her brother, but found him shivering with fear. “Stop scaring them!” the baker said, coming out with two fresh loaves of bread. “You go and say hello to your auntie now.” With their fresh bread, the brother and sister made their way to the market.  “You don’t really believe in all that nonsense, do you?” the sister said.  “N-no! Of course not!” said the brother, his legs shivering. “But could we maybe stop to use the bathroom before we head to auntie’s house?” “Ugh, fine.” Soon they arrived at the market, and got talking to farmer Potts as he filled a jar with fresh honey. “Oh yes, it’s true.” he said, “They built a road through the forest many years ago, and travellers used to throw litter, relieve themselves, do all sorts of things on the road. They say you have to be careful to go potty before you travel there, because if the trees catch you doing it there, you’ll never come back out!” The brother was shaking now, terrified of what may lay ahead. The sister cackled. “We’ll be careful.” she said, and took the honey with a smile. Once they had gathered everything they needed it was late afternoon. The sun was already low in the sky, never having fully risen. “Can we please find a potty now?” the brother said as they came up the road.  The sister frowned, and looked up into the quickly darkening sky. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll be walking through the forest in the dark. You can hold it, right?” “I-I’m not sure I can!” “Well then just go in the forest.” the sister said.  “But the tree--” “Oh don’t be such a child! There’s no tree that can punish you for peeing!” Soon they were outside the forest itself. What few leaves the trees had were brown. The path seemed to disappear into darkness, the trees like a skeletal ribcage that arched over top.  “You’re not scared, are you?” Asked the sister, though even she had to admit, she was a little unnerved. “N-no!” insisted the brother. He stood a little straighter, the jar of honey tight in his hands. If there was another way, both would surely have taken it. But this was the only road to Auntie’s house, and she was expecting them. So, they both took deep breaths, and wondered into the forest. The trees seemed to have eyes. The brother glanced from branch to branch, hoping desperately that the path would reach Auntie’s house soon and they could lay down in nice warm beds. But the path went on and on, and soon the trees grew twisty and windy. Crows laughed from far above, and the darkness became greater, until they could barely see the mushroom-strewn path ahead. “How far away are we?” the brother asked soon after. He was fidgeting now, growing desperate to relieve himself with nowhere in sight.  “I … I don’t know.” the sister asked, looking around nervously. There was no-one else here, and it all looked the same. “None of this is familiar.” She looked over to her brother, waddling uncomfortably lest he pee his pants. “Just go in the forest! I won’t look.” “I … I can’t. The trees will be angry!” The sister scoffed. “Don’t be such an idiot!” she said. But soon she too felt nature’s calling. The feeling seemed to sneak up on her, she hadn’t been expecting it, and the longer the sensation of a full bladder lingered, the harder it became to concentrate.  When at last they came to a large clearing, they hoped to see Auntie’s house. The trees weren’t so thick here, and the moon crept through some of the branches, casting broad, bright beams onto the forest floor. “It has to be here!” the sister quickly did a lap around the clearing, but all that was here was a large tree, far bigger than all the others. Nothing else. Not a bee, nor a butterfly.  No life except the ancient tree. “Stop walking like that, you’re making me want to go too!” The sister scowled at the brother, who had his hands pressed between his legs, his knees crossed. “Sorry! I—I really need to pee!” They were clearly lost. They had been walking for an hour or more, and still the cottage was nowhere in sight. The sister turned her back on her brother, and the clearing fell into a deep silence as she tried to concentrate on what to do next.  The trees whispered far above them, and the branches groaned. Beneath the sister’s feet, the gentle squelch of leaves and mud, and the occasional mushroom, was all the noise in the entire forest. “I-I can’t hold it much more!” the brother eventually whispered, and the sister turned to berate him, but before she could there was a shrill, shrieking call.  The brother stiffened, standing straight and alert. The sister jumped too, almost dropping her loaves of bread. They glanced at one another. The brother squeaked as a terrible warmth flooded him. Slowly, a shadow, blacker even than the darkness of the evening, appeared ahead of them. An elongated body. Terrible, bony horns. A snout that huffed and sniffed in the air.  But the sister squinted. She took a tentative step forward. No, that was no phantom or ghost. The figure emerged into the clearing, and the moonlight showed it’s true form—a deer, it’s antlers tall and proud, it’s nose twitching.  From behind her, the sister heard a quiet sigh. The deer startled, stood frozen for a moment, and ran. When the sister turned, her brother stood there suddenly relaxed.  “See, there are no ghosts!” she said, “Finally over your fear of the forest?” “No,” the brother said, “I just don’t have to go pee any more.” The sister glanced down. A dark patch was slowly spreading through his pants, steaming where his accident met the cold air.  As shocked as the sister was, her brother’s accident only reminded her of her own desperation. She rushed past him towards the big tree. A ring of mushrooms encircled it, disappearing around the other side.  “What are you doing?” the brother asked nervously as he saw her moving around the side of the great tree. “Don’t leave me!” “I’m not going away! I just need to pee as well. Now turn around and let me go.” The brother awkwardly did just that. He was still going as he turned, emptying the last of his bladder down his pants and onto the leaves below. As embarrassing as it was, it felt good to finally just let go. The warmth was nice too. Auntie will surely understand, he thought, not paying attention to his sister. The sister had moved to a discreet spot beside the massive tree. She had beden growing desperate too. If they continued down the path as they had been, who knows when she was going to get another chance to go? Better here, before she joined her brother and wet her panties. She unzipped her skirt and dropped her leggings. She squatted awkwardly by the ring of mushrooms, obscured from the clearing by a massive tree-root. She ignored the small wet-patch on her panties where she had almost lost control. She wasn’t some silly man, unable to hold herself until she reached civilisation. She was a grown woman dammit, and she would certainly not be showing up to her Aunt’s house having wet herself like a child.  Finally able to let go, she sighed. Relief washed through her, fear of the forest vanishing along with her full bladder. She closed her eyes, listening to the patter against the ancient tree.  In fact, she was so consumed with the relief she felt, so absorbed by her potty-break, that she failed to notice the ground bubbling beneath her feet. She did not notice when the roots of the tree moved through the earth, carrying with them the same mushrooms she was now relieving herself on.  She did not notice the branch reach out around the brother, and did not notice when the brother whispered a dissonant, “Yes.” The brother felt so good, so empty, so … dumb. And what was this all around him? This sweet scented cloud that twinkled in the moonlight? “Why, you’re a very wet little boy, aren’t you?” A voice from nowhere said. “Let’s get these dirty things off and put some more appropriate clothing on, mmmm?” “Yes mama.” the brother found himself saying as his legs went cold. Then, as if he had been wrapped in a warm blanket, a pleasant warmth suddenly enveloped his whole body. His legs felt weak, his waist felt heavy. So heavy that he planted himself onto his freshly padded bottom with a splat, giggling a little to himself at the funny feeling. Soon the sister had finished her business. She pulled up her leggings and her skirt, and stepped back over the massive root. She heard a sigh, and looked down to see the mushrooms twinkling a little. They looked very pretty in the moonlight. “Finished! Now, let’s get going, Auntie’s has to be around here somewh—” “There there.” the tree said in a thousand voices as it rubbed a branch gently against the brother’s back. “It wasn’t your fault you went in your pants. Little boys like you can’t help it. You did warn her after all…” “W-what is this?” the sister whispered. She backed up slowly. Ahead of her was her brother, right where she had left him. He sat there, on the forest floor, playing with the jar of honey, scooping it out of the jar by the handful and stuffing it into his mouth. “Stop this!” the sister shouted, and the brother turned, his eyes red with tears. He sat there, on the forest floor, in nothing but his underwear. No, not his underwear.  Around his waist was a thick, poofy diaper.  “Get up!” the sister shouted, “Stop it now!” she was shaking, unable to move.  “Now, don’t be so mean to your brother.” “Who—” the sister stuttered, unable to get her question out. She hit the tree, unable to back up any further.  Suddenly the entire massive trunk shifted behind her, the branches creaking and groaning, the knotted bark slowly peeling open. A thousand green eyes appeared all the way up until they disappeared into the canopy above. A mouth, jagged and uneven, opened up. “I am the guardian of this forest!” the tree said, “Who are you to intrude on my land?” “Tree--? We were just following the path, just wanted to get to our Auntie’s house.” The sister said, though it was becoming difficult to think, difficult to speak. “And yet you defile my woods with your human mess!” “We-we had to pee! It was an accident, I swear!” “No! It may have been an accident for your poor sweet brother here, but not you.” The brother turned, and the girl looked on in horror as his mouth tried to form words, but all that came out was “Bwaaa baa! Bwaa ba bee!”  “Awww, he’s trying to say your name! How sweet.” “Stop this!” the sister cried, “Stop it now! We have to get to Auntie’s house! You’re not a baby, you’re my brother!” The tree just laughed. “He cannot understand you now, dear!” But the brother’s expression suddenly dropped. His honeyed hand froze mid-air. He squinted, as if he was concentrating, trying to break free. The sister saw him trying to stand, lifting himself off the ground slightly.  “Come on! Please!” the sister plead. The brother’s face suddenly scrunched up. There was a moment of silence in the forest again. The sister’s heart was racing. Then there was a brrraaap. The sister crumpled her nose. A foul smell filled the air. As the brother leant forward, a small round bulge peeked out the back of his diaper. It grew and grew, and the brother grunted a little, until his face relaxed and he sighed. Then, without a care in the world, he sat back down and resumed his playtime.  The tree just laughed. “Hahaha, how cute! We’ll have to call your auntie for a change, won’t we? But first…” The branch that was caring for the brother suddenly twitched. It began to move, slowly at first, but quicker and quicker. The sister realised with a start that it was coming for her. “No!” she cried, “Please!” “Ah, ah. No complaining now, you brought this on yourself.” The sister pushed herself off the tree, slowly backing up into the forest. She stepped on a mushroom, and a cloud of dust puffed around her. Coughing, she said, “No! Not me! I don’t need diapers like him! I’m a big girl!” “Now now, don’t lie to mama. Clearly you need some more potty training, otherwise you would have been able to control yourself until you reached your auntie’s house.” The sister looked down at her brother. He was gone, his mind turned to mush. All she could do now was get to her aunts. So, with the branch approaching her, she did the only thing she could. She ran. “Oh, feeling naughty? Well, if you insist on not doing as you’re told, we’ll have to find an extra special punishment for you, won’t we?” The tree’s voice was surprisingly calm, like a mother who had done this a thousand times before. As the sister raced through branches and brambles, she could hear the tree’s branch reach out for her, chasing her though the woods. Soon all light had gone, and she desperately stumbled around in the dark, the path long behind her. She had no idea where she was going, only that she had to run. Behind her, the branch kept coming. Closer. Closer. Then, suddenly, she saw a light ahead. It wasn’t the pale glow of moonlight, but the warm inviting ebb of a hearth. She could smell fresh broth, too. Auntie’s house was right there.  Other sensations, smells sweet like honey, a sudden warmth through her body, relief at having found home, all of it washed over her. She burst through the treeline, onto the path she thought she had lost. Auntie’s house was right there, and the sister could see her in the window, cooking their dinner, waiting for her and her brother. The sister smiled, inhaling deeply. She wasn’t sure how long she stood at the edge of the forest for. She wanted to call out, to run to her aunt. Something stopped her.  When she finally heard auntie’s door creak open, when the warmth smell of broth wafted over, the sister had already followed the mushroom-laden branch deep into the forest. *** Auntie opened her front door to the sounds of the trees. “Come, I have a present for you.” the tree said.  “Oh? I hope this won’t take long. I’m expecting my niece and nephew.” “I’m sure they won’t mind. In fact, I’ll think they’ll like what I’ll show you.” Auntie followed the tree into the heart of the forest, to where it’s clearing was. It was here that the village said lonely travellers disappeared, but that was because they showed no respect. It was a lesson she had learned long ago. And it seemed her niece and nephew had yet to learn that lesson. They sat giggling on the forest floor. Her nephew was playing with a jar of honey, her niece dribbling all over herself, squelching mud happily between her fingers. Two fully grown adults, playing in the mud like a pair of babies.  “I found them wondering all alone.” the tree said.  “So you thought you’d ‘take care’ of them?”  “That’s right! The sister is a very naughty little girl, urinating in my forest,” the tree said sternly. “But her brother is sweet enough.” There was a foul smell in the clearing as well. Auntie sniffed around a little, and soon came to the source of the odour. “Ooof! He certainly doesn’t smell sweet.” The sister wasn’t quite as messy as her brother, but stank all the same. Both of their diapers were full of as much mush as their brains were, now. Auntie sighed. “Come on.” she said to the tree. “Help me get these too home.” “Wonderful! What then?” the tree said.  “We’ll get them acquainted with their new lives.” THE END The Potty Tree-by RawrJam.pdf

I vote for the Dean.  He's due to be scalped, and maybe a diaper would improve his attitude a bit.