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By little_madd · Posted
Maddison struggled like a fish trying to get out, she kept hitting harder and harder. But Maddison lost count, the only thing she could say was... "Stop doing that, Camilla, you can't." -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
But no matter how much Madison kicked her legs or tried to get off Camille's lap she couldn't, Camille pinned her arm to her side back before yanking the pull-ups down to her knees. And then it happened the first hard slap came like a thunderbolt to Madison's bottom making the girl jolt forward, then another slap to her other cheek and soon a rhythm was started, Camilla slapping each cheek of Madison's bottom. Each slap was hard and firm going from one cheek to the next in equal time and no matter how Madison cursed and yelled and soon begged, she couldn't escape the spanking she was getting, her Lily white bottom becoming a light shade of pink. -
This is the next story: Kyle’s School Day Nine-and-half year-old Kyle Andrews peddled his metallic dark-blue BMX bike toward the bike rack provided for students at the neighbourhood public school, where he was in the fourth-grade. He was wearing a heavy-cotton horizontal-striped sweatshirt under a blue denim jacket, fly-less elasticized-waist jeans, and blue and white running shoes which covered brightly coloured socks. On his head was a bicycle helmet the same colour as the bicycle tubing. On his back was a Disney-Pixar themed back-pack, straps slung over each shoulder. Another boy, nine year old Ali Abbasi, was waving excitedly from the school yard. He scampered over toward the chest high fence separating it from the bicycle parking, “Kyle! Me and Martin were gonna play tether-ball! Wanna join us!?” Kyle nodded excitedly, calling back, “Sure! Just parking my bike!” He quickly got off his bike and slid the front wheel into the bicycle rack. Then he squirmed out of his back pack and set it down on the bicycle seat, opening the main compartment and fishing out his bicycle lock, he used it to secure his bicycle to the rack through front wheel. He took his helmet off and put it in his back pack, grinning at Ali and getting his back pack on his back again. He joined his friends around the rope ball pole, and the three boys started swatting the ball back and forth between them. The object of the game was to make the one or both of the others miss. The links of the metal chain holding the ball clanged against the metal pole. Soon though, the school bell rang, and the children in the school yard headed into school, to their classrooms. Kyle and his school-friends joined the throng of children, from ages “almost 4!” for the youngest in Junior Kindergarten to 12 for Grade 6, into the school and headed for their classrooms. The three boys walked to Mrs. Howard’s fourth-grade classroom along with the rest of their classmates, which was more-or-less evenly split between boys and girls and a culturally-mixed bunch of preteen children. They took their backpacks off then their coats of various styles just outside the classroom, along the hallway wall by the door. The children hung up their backpacks over their coats. Mrs. Aisha Howard was dressed very conservatively, in a blouse and near-ankle-length skirt both made subdued coloured fabrics. On her feet are dark brown comfortable walking shoes over dark grey knee socks. She smiled warmly at the children as they came in and moved to the desks they were assigned at the start of the school year. The three boys sat beside each other in the middle of the classroom. They and the children around them talked to each other. Mrs. Howard takes the pointer from the shelf under the blackboard and taps it firmly on her desk, “OK, class!” she called to gain order in the classroom, “Get out your geography books and turn to chapter three,” The children quickly calmed down and pulled out the geography text books and turned to the third chapter. “That’s much better, thank you. Who wants to read the first page?” she asked, scanning back and forth once or twice, at the children before her. The class of children raised their hands, calling over each other, “Me!” She looked from child to child, then having looked at each child, she nodded at a ten-year-old girl in a red pleated dress, light green sweater, and Hello Kitty sneakers on her feet, “Anna?” Anna Brewster nodded at her name being called and started to read aloud. Mrs. Howard pointed to several other children to each take turns reading a page, and she also asked questions of students. Part way through the math lesson on times-tables, Kyle squirmed from a build up of pressure in his middle that soon vanished replaced by a moment of wet warmth over his middle and between his legs. That wetness soon vanished as the diaper absorbed the flood, adding to what was already absorbed from smaller more frequent releases. A few slightly uncomfortable moments later the teacher glanced up at he clock on the wall, and recognized the time. She came over to Kyle’s desk, and spoke softly to him, “I think it’s about that time of the morning?” Kyle nodded, and got up, and went to the door and grabbed his back pack from his coat hook out in the hall. He quickly got to the nurses’ office and knocked on the door. Mrs. Stewart, the school nurse, sat at her desk in nurses office in a brightly coloured blouse and knee-length dress and sensible walking shoes on her feet, visible just under the desk. She looked up from the paperwork on her desk she had been working on, at the sound of someone knocking and looked at the analog clock on the wall and nodded, expecting Kyle to show up about this time each morning, “Come in!” He pushed open the door and entered quickly, almost letting the door slam closed behind him, “Hi, Mrs. Stewart,” She nodded, “Hello Kyle. Here to get cleaned up before recess?” He nodded, “Yeah, I’m all soggy down there,” She started to pull the privacy curtain hanging from the ceiling around a low cot in the coroner of the room, “OK, come and let’s get you cleaned up,” He grinned and scampered over to where Mrs. Stewart stood, waiting, “Me, Ali and Martin were playing tether ball before school, want to do that more!” She nodded, “Alright, then, drop your drawers,” from the cupboard by the cot she pulled out and unfolded a large blue absorbent pad, and laid I on the cot, the absorbent side up. He headed behind the curtain, and turned around to have his bottom toward the cot. He put his thumbs in the waist band of his jeans and gave them a downward shove. The lowering of his jeans to just blow his knees revealed a soaked Pampers Cruiser size 7. He glanced down, feeling the diaper sag slightly once it was no longer held up by the jeans, “Yeah, the dam burst in my pants,” he said, with almost a giggle. She nodded, “Looks like it. Now sit back down on the blue pad and swivel around to lay on the cot,” Kyle did as he was told, and laid his legs on the cot. He put his hands together on op of his head, and tried to part his legs as much as he could. She started untaping the diaper, and pulled the front away from his belly. She gave him a moment for one last pee, which sometimes happened but not this time. She then pushes the front of the diaper down between his legs, and then got a wet wipe from the container for it and started wiping up his middle, “Bum up, Kyle,” He raised his bottom, pushing down on the cot with his feet, “Quick!” She nodded as she pulled the diaper out from under his bottom, understanding how difficult the position was for the boy, “OK, down on the blue-pad,” He relaxed and set his bare bum down on the absorbent pad. The wetness on his bottom partially faded as the pad soaked up some pee that had spread there. “Roll on your side,” she points away from her self, “That way,” He rolled on to his side, showing Mrs. Stewart his still damp bottom. She quickly wiped the wetness from his bottom, and gently rolled him back onto his back, “Let’s get a fresh Pamper on you,” Kyle watched as Mrs. Stewart went to his back pack, opened it up and retrieved a fresh Pamper, “Yeah, before I go pee-pee or poop,” She nodded, and fished out a fresh diaper, “No worry, you know that’s why the blue-pad is under your bum,” she soon came back with the Pamper in her hand, unfolding the back of it as she walked, “Bum up again,” He raised his bottom, and Mrs. Stewart slid the opened diaper under his raised bottom. She nodded, “Bum down, please,” He relaxed his legs and lowered his bottom down onto the diaper, “That’s better,” She nodded, and brought the front of the diaper up between his legs, unfolded the front. He smiled up at Mrs. Stewart while she brought the back flaps around in front and snugly taped the diaper closed. She gave a little nod, “There we go! Now up you get and get your pants back up, it’s almost recess time,” Kyle nodded and quickly got up, then pulled up his jeans over the fresh Pamper, “See you later, Mrs. Stewart, and thank you!” She smiled, helping him get his back pack on his back, “You’re welcome. See you right after lunch, Kyle. Now go have some fun with your friends,” He scampered for the door and headed out into the hall, where other children were excitedly heading for the door to the school yard. “Hey, Kyle!” Ali called out across the school yard, from atom the tether-ball seeing Kyle come out of the school, “Me and Martin are playing Tether ball more!” “Yeah!” Kyle nodded, scampering over to the tether-ball pole. -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison was in pain from her ear and was then placed on Camilla's lap, and Maddison said... "What do you think you're doing? Don't even think about doing that! I'm not a child or some stupid baby for that, and you're not my mother." -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Unfortunately that was the wrong move for Madison to make as Camille quickly grabbed her ear and pulled it, "Alright young lady I think it's about time we address this little attitude problem of yours." Camila said as she pulled Madison by the ear to back to the guest room. When Madison's eat ear was let go the girl started to rub it but before she could say or do anything her wrist was grabbed and before she knew what she was happening, she was yanked across Camila's lap after she had sat down the bed.
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