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I hadda stop reading when she got to the place an mommy left cause I got too s-s-saaaaaaad 😭😭😭😭😭😭 because you’re a good writer and I got too little and wrapped up in the story a-and thinking I’m Dani and her mommy doesn’t really love her it’s terrible 😭😭😭 she thinks she does but she doesn’t! Not if she’s gonna hurt her and regress her against her will. That means she’s bad just like the bad aunt and I hate her and I hate all of them and it’s horrible to hate her mommy because then she’s all alone in the world 😭😭😭🥺
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I meannnn… to be fair, if Karen is working at the pool in some capacity she’s seen Sam have two accidents so it wouldn’t even be inreasonable for her to enforce that at this point
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That’s how I feel now when I go out without a diaper 🫣🙈🙈
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Ughh it’s just too good I know I shouldn’t read it cause it’s gonna make me feel so so so so so so sad but I can’t not. I need parental controls or something. nancy’s behavior shift works with lore I just feel so sad by it 🥺I just feel like I’m Emma and I don’t understand what I did to make her so mad and there’s nothing to make her happy except really just havin a dolly. She doesn’t want a baby she wants a toy accessory and it stinks. I really really hope that she can find a mommy like her new friend has and have a good life. and oh no! Patch?! Now I’m nervous!
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👉🏻👈🏻 I-i think I’m too little to read this. Which is actually a really big compliment to you. Because I feel like it’s very real and I feel like I’m in Emma’s head and I just feel so sad that Nancy doesn’t love her and is being so so so cruel. Why doesn’t she love her?! She drew her pretty pictures at daycare even 🥺🥺🥺
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See this is one reason I like being 5’1 3/4” 😁 I haven’t met a guy shorter than me, and not many girls either. And I don’t love heels. People being TOO TALL for me has been a thing though
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Or this might be easier in the woods: and more embarsssing
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Does anyone have this story? No links actually work anymore
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All My Mother's Rules (Ch. 70 & Epilogue - 2/13/24)
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Okay I’m really stuck on one thing this chapter reminded me that I hadn’t processed that freaks me out and I NEED to know it isn’t a real thing and is just a story thing: the video game club/team thing is a SCHOOL sanctioned thing? And they play FORTNITE?! How is that remotely okay?!?! I have met and worked with and heard from friends who work with teens in many capacities and I am TERRIFIED by and SHOCKED by this concept in the real world. Please god tell me that’s not a real thing that exists in the real world. Video game clubs/teams sure (though I hope they do set pretty strict limits and educate both parents and the kids on the importance of healthy limits on gaming for hours on end). Games can be great for lots of things when in healthy moderation so yay let’s get kids together in-person to explore that love and give them praise for their successes and skills. But video game clubs/teams playing a game where they are (unless I completely misunderstand the game) expected to kill anyone who isn’t on their team for the sole reason that they’re not on their team without any real-world understanding or consequences? Ummmmmmmm please god not at school. when did I turn 100? When I realized how emotionally and psychologically immature so many teens can be for literal developmental reasons and some are just so bad at reasoning and reality and omg just no. Like could I have played this kind of game and been fine? Sure. Sarah? Probs. Lisa? Probs. Don’t know enough about the others to know but I now understand that some kids can absolutely NOT. Should any of them at that age? Probs not honestly. But if they’re gonna do it it should most DEFINITELY not be school sanctioned. Esp. With the mass shooting issues we face in schools in this country. Oh god I’m a grandma 😭😭😭- 1,113 replies
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All My Mother's Rules (Ch. 70 & Epilogue - 2/13/24)
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Oof yeah but they DO have estrangement. They were treated so differently and Emilia was used as a tool in Sarah’s abuse. How could she not see her sister and have thoughts of, “why did mom love her not me-what’s wrong with me? Why does she get to be with her dad. Why does she get a real loving family the white picket fence, new baby sister? Why am I horrible she’s my sister I love her why wouldn’t I want that for her?! And on and on”. And honestly? Emilia having a more loving and involved family with a real life baby sister in a new place? She’ll adapt quickly. Sarah would be constantly feeling like the odd man out. Even if they’re the best she’d feel like the only not REAL child. Her weird behaviors and trauma issues? Not likely she will find friends so true and deep there and even if she did doubt it’d be quick. Her trauma and recovery? Exhaustive for anyone to help with and a family with a new baby who just found out dad has a 3 year old they’re taking in? They could be as amazing as humanly possible and EVEN if they magically are not human and don’t ever feel even a hint of frustration with ALL of Sarah’s issues and probable isolation and appointments and expenses and on and on, SARAH is a bright girl with a tendency to blame herself and question how others must think she is horrible and resent her even for things beyond her control. And she’d definitely think that she was making things so much harder for their otherwise seemingly perfect life. I’m not saying she should. Im not saying it’s right, I’m saying she does and that’s a natural and expected outcome. So it just wouldn’t be a good fit, honestly IMO. For EITHER child.- 1,113 replies
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All My Mother's Rules (Ch. 70 & Epilogue - 2/13/24)
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I think for me this is kind of the best case scenario I ever saw for Sarah. That Emilia would find a loving hone. That Emilia’s family would accept and hopefully even love Sarah one day. And that Sarah would have the ability to choose and potentially live with Lisa as a kind of sister. She can visit Emilia. Maybe spend some holidays or summer time there. The space may also help Emilia forget things a bit. And help the NATURAL feelings of resentment that could come up for Sarah or self-hate (why did mom love her but not me? Why does she get to have a real family but not me? Why am I so horrible as to ask this, she’s my sister I love her I should be happy for her I’m a monster, etc.). And if mom gets out in like a hot second as she probably will (depressingly), she would likely move to WI to be near Emilia and try to get visitations/eventually try to get custody unfortunately. I mean I hate to say best case for everyone would be if she would just cut ties and go live somewhere else and pretend she was a perfect person there away from the kids. Bc realistically her BECOMING a better person I don’t see at all.- 1,113 replies
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I like it so far. Why does Lydia already have a loose diaper that fits Amelia in her purse? Great build having her shy bladder unable to pee when she really has to go. Also, wonder if any of holden’s or the sister’s friends will be at the campsite. Maybe it’s a yearly thing for them 🫣🤔
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All My Mother's Rules (Ch. 70 & Epilogue - 2/13/24)
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Zero chance of sister staying with mom. No agency would let mom keep her (nor should they). I think someone earlier had said something about mom serving her time, taking classes, and maybe eventually getting Emilia back (but not Sarah obviously), and that is sad in its own way. I’d honestly prefer mom to go to prison and stay there until she rots, (Maybe in isolation like Sarah) and Emilia to find a new adoptive family that also loves and accepts Sarah despite Sarah probably going to live with Lisa… because otherwise she would likely just age out of the system eventually. Aka Emilia’s new parents would treat sarah as their daughter’s sister, a beloved and always welcome guest.- 1,113 replies
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It’s such a good story and I can say that because I’m sick to my stomach reading it. It’s so cruel… if you! That I’m emotionally invested and so sad that she’s now stuck between two sucky endings. I mean really it’s more one because you are a more realistic writer 🤔. A) mom makes her a baby and “homeschools” her which is just a horrific result for this character or B ) which it has to actually be: she/someone else report the abuse and mom is jailed and both children are taken away from the only parent figure they’ve ever known and even though it was clearly often twisted, the only parent they know who does also seem to actually love them in her own twisted way (okay well at LEAST the lil one). ughhhh why must you torture me so with your well-written story- 1,113 replies
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Yeah the author couldn’t have made it more obvious she’s an abdl if she had her wearing a familiar cartoon husky hat- 1,113 replies
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Literally all of this. I’ve tried to say such things before but get stuck on the mmmphfuldrusmshfpj feelings 🤭😂
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I’m having a really hard day and this helped. I think I’ve told you this but the stuff that feels dumb or trivial sometimes really really helps somebody and Mary and Daffy make things feel better
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Little Sister Briana CH 40 (The Finale!) 11/07/21
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I think this is my favorite age-play scolding of all time. Melody really needs this, maybe just maybe they’ll start to trust in this new unconditional love and acceptance and turn it inwards ? ????????? I know what that feels like because that’s how my heart felt when I read that line ?? -
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Part 13: When Paige had gotten dressed in more of her old juvenile things, opting for another pair of pajamas-this time baby blue shorts with bubbles and rubber duckies-she made her way back downstairs. She still had plenty of time to do some laundry or maybe raid her mom’s closet for something else, but at the moment all she could think about was the growing emptiness in her stomach that led her to the fridge. Walking past the back of the couch, she stopped, guiltily remembering that she needed to clean up after her last accident, when she saw, to her surprise, that the cushion had already been placed on its side on the ground. Moving around to investigate, she was met by the smell of soap and cleaner rather than the urine that she was expecting, and a wet feeling underfoot told her that the cushion wasn’t the only thing that Mia had cleaned. Her first instinct was to feel embarrassed that Mia had been down here scrubbing her urine out of the furniture, but before she had settled on indignation, she had already moved on to relief. She didn’t want to face the cleanup process, and honestly, having someone else take responsibility for that felt wonderful. It also freed her up to go make a big bowl of cinnamon toast crunchies with milk (thank you mom!), and to get comfy on the other end of the couch with Hulu and her phone. Paige made it to the bathroom just fine that afternoon, and she was feeling more proud of that fact than she cared to admit to her mom, who asked about it as soon as she came in from work. Paige had been so caught up in the movie, “Storks”, that she jumped nearly out of her seat when her mom asked how her day had been and how she had done with the potty. Blushing, Paige had realized that she had never changed out of the ducky pajamas, but she figured they could be seen as a “look”-maybe some kind of callback to a Paul frank vibe circa 2002- though she knew that they came from much farther back than that. “Oh, um, it was fine”, Paige stammered out, before realizing that the couch cushion was probably a dead giveaway that she had had another accident. Seeing her mom walk over to inspect it, Paige felt a wave of embarrassment and that sense of doubt about her newfound… bladder issues coupled with her lies that prevented her from asking for real help. Though she guessed that if her family thought she was having bladder issues and then she actually started having bladder issues, short of a doctor, whatever help they had planned was probably a good course of action anyway. “So, how are you feeling sweetheart?”, Mae asked softly, surprising Paige, who realized that she had been holding her breath waiting for some kind of scolding from her mother. Mae had set the cushion aside and was now crouching down, still much taller than her daughter, who meekly shrugged, uncertain how much Mae knew, how much she should say. Mae’s face betrayed no clues, but also showed no anger as she reached forward to brush Paige’s still damp hair away from her forehead. “Hang tight, baby, I’ll be right back”, she said suddenly, leaving a confused Paige behind watching her retreating figure, listening curiously to the clacking of her heels. When she didn’t immediately return, Paige considered checking on her, but instead turned her attention back to the movie, quickly getting sucked back into the comedy. Mae had doffed her work shoes and let her hair down from the tight bun before grabbing the hairbrush off her vanity and making her way back to the living room. Peeking in and seeing her adult daughter sitting crisscross on the couch in her sweet pajamas, hair mussed from the bath and so enthralled by a cartoon that she didn’t seem to notice that the way she was sitting betrayed a glimpse of the flowery pull-up beneath, gave Mae an unexpected warm feeling in her chest as she turned quietly to the laundry room. “Hey pumpkin, can you scooch forward for me?”, Mae asked, surprising Paige again, who was so engrossed in the impossible chase scene with the wolves that she didn’t notice the taller woman until she was hovering over her, partially obscuring the screen. “H-huh?”, she mumbled, realizing that she had been biting at her fingers and wiping them on her shorts. Had her mom seen that? She hated when Paige wiped her hands on her clothes. Looking up she saw that her mom had taken off her shoes and was now holding a hairbrush as she reached forward, lifting Paige under the armpits and sliding her forward so she could sit down on the couch behind her. Just the sight of the hairbrush was enough to make Paige squirm on her already sore bottom, letting the unfairness of the situation known through the whine she couldn’t keep down. “Mommyyyyyy, that’s not fair, please don’t spank me, Mia already did! I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry!” Mae, for her part, was busy wriggling into the space on the couch behind her squirming daughter, to really process what was going on. She raised a curious eyebrow at the pouting face and the phrasing, trying not to smile at the rare use of the more juvenile ‘mommy’. Of course the therapist had said that some small regressions would be expected with this parenting method, but the term of endearment caught her off guard nonetheless. She reached forward and half lifted, half turned the nervous girl so she was sitting sideways on her lap, pulling her in for a quick hug. “I’m not going to spank you, Paigey”, she said, rubbing the soft back of the pajama shirt gently, waiting for the girl to relax into her before she continued, “I just wanted to see if I could braid your hair for you? Like I used to do when you went to camp?” That was a surprise for Paige. Her mom hadn’t braided her hair for her in years. She used to beg her mom every morning before summer camp to sit with her, just like this on the couch and to twist her damp hair into intricate french braids while her mother tried to get herself ready for work. She had tried to master it herself when she was a little older and sitting in her mother’s lap felt like something that should have been left behind with her Barbie’s, but she had never been able to get it right, so she just claimed that she was too old for braids and scoffed at her mother’s offers, whining about how she wasn’t a baby and her mom needed to stop living in the past and get a life. Of course whenever a friend at a sleepover offered to do the same she would happily accept, reveling in the feeling of her hair being gently parted and tugged into place, feeling the tingles up her scalp and down her neck. It was one of her favorite things, having someone play with her hair. Of course she was always careful to take the braids out before her mother came to pick her up, pulling her then-wavy hair into a tight bun to hide the evidence so she could slide into the car scowling and huffing about how embarrassing her mom was being, picking her up so early when the other girls got to stay late and even walk home. She wasn’t a bad kid and they really never had blowouts or fights or that major rebellious phase, but Paige’s interests in ABDL seemed to make her overcompensate in some ways, feeling like surely her mom would know something was wrong with her if she still liked getting her hair braided in pigtails and still secretly played with her dolls and stuffed animals. She really missed out on a lot of snuggles and contact, she realized now, too afraid to take the comfort that she so craved and be found out. Could it really be as simple as saying yes? Would her mom have asked if she didn’t want her to say yes? Was this some kind of test. Did she know? Mae watched Paige’s expression carefully, trying to decipher what she was seeing; Dr. Lainie had said that Paige may be more open to physical contact and comfort as they progressed, and Mae could already see Paige falling into self-soothing patterns she hadn’t been showing in a while, like how she was nibbling the end of her thumb and gently clutching a blanket at her side, subconsciously rubbing the end of it with her fingers. When she was little, Mae suddenly remembered, Paige used to do that with her “wubby”, a ratty little bunny lovey, until she had worn the fur all the way down in one spot. Lainie had said that this whole system wasn’t just for kids who turned out to be hellions and delinquents, but even more so for kids like Paige, who really needed a bit more direction to make the right choices and who were showing signs of stress and regression after a big life change. She wanted Mae to try to engage in the loving side of the relationship, physically taking on more for her daughter so she could focus on the new lessons that she was getting, but also working on their relationship as mother and child and she had challenged Jake and Mia to do the same, being careful that they didn’t cross any lines for the girl. It was a hard balancing act, Lainie had said, but if Paige didn’t consent none of this would do her any good anyway. Lainie had gone on and on about how the boundaries and consequences and proper ways to behave and care for herself would be best absorbed and truly adapted if Paige didn’t feel them as out of context and isolated. And that by helping Paige regress more she could actually help her get to a more mature place in the end. The potty issues didn’t dampen Dr. Lainie’s excitement about the treatment either. She said that if anything this treatment was all the better for it. That Paige wouldn’t feel that the potty help was so out of place when more and more responsibility was given from her to her family. And that this abdication of responsibility would likely help her accept herself without judgement for such issues. Mae wondered if these bigger daytime accidents might change the therapist’s tune, but it was always a possibility… Mae had told her she wasn’t sure how bad things had really gotten for the girl. Mae, and the rest of the family, were supposed to be making an effort to help Paige feel at home in her own body, comfortable with their help and support and it was this that had really sold Mae on the whole thing. Paige had been so distant and defensive and uncomfortable since she had brought Jake and Mia into their lives, and it wasn’t going to be long before she was off on her own for good. She was pushing away and Mae felt like she hadn’t prepared her at all for the real world, had sheltered her and given her lots of freedom and thought she would just learn on her own. And without a family behind her, which seemed to be what Paige was pushing towards, Mae truly worried about how Paige would fare. With these new “calls for help” as Lainie called them… Paige needed more help than she was willing to ask for. So she would just give it to her. Mia was right, there were some serious red flags since the wedding, and even before that. Paige was hiding things, lying, not taking care of herself properly. She was having accidents and being careless and entitled and avoiding the doctor and dentist, skipping classes, forgetting to do maintenance on the car, eating nothing but junk food, running through her money on god-knows-what, and just generally floundering a bit. And she wasn’t engaging with the family. Mae had been so excited to find this therapist, not really knowing where to start, just typing in some key words she had talked with Mia about, and there she was, Dr. Lainie Harkback, specializing in family dynamics and counseling, regression, anxiety, trauma, and even hypnotism. She wasn’t quite sure why, but the result popping up right at the top of so many other seemingly useless ones had felt like a sign. She clicked. And she hadn’t felt more hopeful for Paige and what her future- their future as a family- might look like than right now, watching Paige on her own lap, in her pj’s, trainers sticking out, nibbling on her thumb and seemingly actually considering her offer. Seeing Paige’s hesitation, Mae was prepared and did just what Dr. Lainie had advised her, she took the lead and acted like this was as normal for the pair as breathing, her doing Paige’s hair a foregone conclusion. Of course Paige could say no, but Mae didn’t get the sense that she would. “Hey silly goose, I can’t braid your hair if you stay sideways like this!”, Mae joked, lovingly nudging Paige in the side with the brush in her most ticklish spot. It worked. Paige, taken by surprise by the attack giggled, and shrugged, turning to face the screen again. “Uh-okay?”, she said, not resisting when her mother gently started to brush her damp hair, though Mae could both feel and see her rigid posture. Paige, meanwhile, was nibbling on her thumb and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. She was taller now than when they had last done this, and she couldn’t help but tense at the feel of her goodnite shifting against her mother’s thighs. This was too… too what? She didn’t really know, but she felt like she should break the awkwardness and yet at the same time she felt like she couldn’t fully inhale, the act shifting her weight more. Her mom, who had been on her case so much this past year about her being “a mature young lady prepared to take on the real world”, was actually brushing her hair and… humming? While Paige sat in her lap in a pull-goodnite and children’s pj’s and pretended to be watching a cartoon. It was simultaneously the best and most terrifying thing that could happen. She actively worked not to let out a nervous chuckle at the idea that a spanking might feel more adult than this. “Paigey, are you okay?”, Mae asked, pausing in her brushing and trying to decide how to help Paige relax a bit. “Did I catch a knot?” “Wha-oh, um yeah, uh, I mean yes, sorry, I guess I should have combed it better when I got out of the shower…” Paige was relieved for the excuse, not keen on sharing her secret joke, but then she tensed up more, worrying that this would just be more fodder for her mom’s disappointment… one more way Paige wasn’t “taking proper care of herself” or whatever she had been saying just the other day. Mae, for her part, leaned forward and actually kissed her daughter’s scalp where the brush had been, joking, “there, all better”, and causing Paige to tense up again. “Hey kiddo, know what? I think it might be easier if you scooch down a bit, I don’t want to keep pulling your hair”, she said then, and Paige was up off her lap before the brush was even off her head, causing it to fall down under the coffee table. “Oops!”, she said, quickly bending down on her knees and reaching under the table to grab it, then pass it back to her mom. When she sat back up on the ground in front of the couch, her shirt showed a good inch and a half of the waistband of her pull-up, and Mae chuckled quietly. “What?”, Paige asked defensively, and Mae covered quickly. “Oh just this movie, it’s so cu-funny” Mae said, mentally congratulating herself on not saying the word cute. She didn’t want to push Paige back into defense when she was doing so well. “Yeah, it really is, right?! It’s actually probably one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time”, Paige said, turning back to the screen, seeming excited for once to share an opinion with her mom. “I could rewind it if you want?”, she said, turning her head just as Mae started to brush again, looking earnest. Mae smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the top of her head, breathing in the clean soap smell and thinking that it felt like a long time since they had watched a movie together like this. She gently poked Paige right in the dimple on her left cheek, turning her face back towards the screen and said, “that would honestly be amazing. Your dad is picking up some takeout and Mia will be home late, and I-“, she scooched her legs into a more comfortable position before returning to her task “-have had a tough day”. “Oh… I mean you don’t have to braid my hair then!”, Paige said, starting to turn again, before Mae straightened her head again gently. “Oh no, you are my little stressball right now, and if you keep fidgeting you are going to have one braid right… in the middle… or your head”, Mae said, punctuating her words with a tap on Paige’s forehead and causing her to look up, cross-eyed and laugh at her Mom’s joke. “Now sit back and keep my legs warm and make with the rewinding before I turn you into a little unicorn!”, Mae joked, truly feeling happy and more carefree than she had all day.- 75 replies
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Her Little Sister (update 08/06/22)
AndTheChips replied to AndTheChips's topic in Story and Art Forum
Thanks love, next chapter up on the weekend! (I’m getting ahead so that should last for a little bit until I lose my foc-oooh a kitty!!!! Uh… what was i saying?)? -
Her Little Sister (update 08/06/22)
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Sorry for the wait, here’s the next chapter! I have the following chapter done so it won’t be so long in between this time. Soooooo… I didn’t go to Cap for a number of reasons, a big one being that I wouldn’t know anybody there, but at least I got some writing done. Also… totally unrelated, really… Um… be my friend? ?? ?? I even made a twitter even though I don’t understand social media at all! I’m really confused by the way it is formatted and literally 99% of it**, but I’m there! I’m really trying to meet more people in the community so I can be a part of it and also maybe keep loving this side of myself instead of trying to push it away like I have in the past. @AndTheChips1 Part 12: “Okay then, sweetie, let’s get your spanking over with then and you can go get cleaned up and changed”, Mia said, and Paige was nodding before she fully understood what had been said. “W-wait, I said sorry! You said you forgave me!” she practically shrieked, thinking that maybe she had made a big mistake trusting Mia to have pure motives. She felt like she had been tricked all of a sudden. “I know that, Paigey”, Mia said simply, and Paige jumped in again, asking in a high and quick whine, “then w-why did you say you’re gonna… you knooooow?” Did Mia not see the unfairness here? She said sorry! She was forgiven! Problem solved! What gives!? “Paigey, I know you’re sorry, I really do. And I really do forgive you. But you need a consequence because you need to remember that it isn’t okay to act like that or speak like that or to hit when you’re embarrassed or cranky, and when you say sorry it doesn’t undo the fact that you did”, Mia explained, as though trying to explain to a defiant toddler why the sky was still blue even when they closed their eyes. And as much as she wanted to throw the red-light thing back at Mia, she nibbled on her bottom lip, realizing that everything she was saying made complete sense. She had thought saying sorry had fixed things, but it was true that she couldn’t unsay anything or take back slapping Mia’s hand. She felt a pit in her stomach, felt lost in this new sense of reality. Was she always this shortsighted? How could she be so rude and childish? Is that how she came across in the world… like a bratty little kid? She didn’t want that, she wanted to be seen like… like… like Mia, she thought with surprise. “B-but why a s-sp… a…”, she whined defeatedly, already following as Mia sat and pulled her forward towards the couch by the hand. “A spanking?”, Mia asked, looking now up at Paige. It was strange to be the taller one, if only by a little. She nodded meekly. “Because I think that will help you remember better than anything else and then you can let it go and relax. You’ll feel better after it’s over, I really think so. Plus I need to get back to work, and I don’t trust you to stay in timeout all by yourself”, Mia smiled through the last part, clearly half-joking. Only it wasn’t a taunting and belittling smile, but rather a conspiratorial tease. An inside joke. She even booped Paige in the belly when she said it. Paige smiled despite herself, though it was quickly wiped away as Mia pulled her down onto the couch, positioning her so that Paige’s butt, barely covered by the towel now, was sticking up over her lap. “I’m going to pull your towel up now, and I’m going to spank you, with my hand, on your bare bottom for two minutes. I don’t think you need the hairbrush, you’re going to be a good girl. Can you tell me why you need this spanking?”, Mia asked from above and behind the furiously blushing girl. “H-hairbrush?! Yes! Y-oh-yeah-um… f-for uh…being rude. And um… for cursing? A-and for hitting you when you were helping me”, Paige stammered out, growing both more ashamed of herself and more clear as she spoke her transgressions. The knot in her stomach tightened and she felt like she needed to cry. “Good girl”, Mia said, then, “I’m going to start now, sweetie”, and Paige didn’t have time to think about the embarrassment of the situation before she felt the first “smack” on her left butt-cheek, still slightly tender from the spanking her mom had given her last night. “Mmp!”, Paige squeaked, but Mia’s hand was already striking again, this time on her right cheek, “thwack”. “Ooow!” “You”, SPANK, “will”, SPANK, “not”, SPANK, “yell” SPANK, “or”, SPANK, “curse”, SPANK, “or”, SPANK, “hit”, SPANK, “at”, SPANK, “anyone”, SPANK”, “especially”, SPANK, “when”, SPANK, “they”, SPANK, “are”, SPANK, “trying”, SPANK, “to”, SPANK, “help”, SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK- “quack quack quack quack”. Paige was crying and didn’t even question why she was hearing a duck quacking, grateful anyway for the reprieve from her sister’s stuttering attack on her butt. Paige wasn’t sure if her butt was just that sore from her last spanking or if Mia spanked that much harder even than her mother, faster and stronger, seemingly hitting all the sorest spots in ways that Paige couldn’t anticipate. Paige was sniffling then crying, then sobbing through the spanking, and when it stopped she felt her crying hitch up a notch, not down until Mia had pulled her up and into an awkward hug, swiping at her phone to silence the comical alarm with Paige sitting sideways on her lap, her burning buttocks stinging hotly beneath her. “Shhhh- shhhh, it’s over now, you were such a good girl, shhhh”, Mia said soothingly, Paige’s cries slowing down as she rested her head against Mia’s chest, the taller girl gently stroking her hair. “Shhh it’s okay, shhhh, it’s all okay now”, Mia said, and continued to comfort her crying sister until she had been soothed to a double-breath hiccup kind of calmness. “Are you okay, Paigey?”, Mia asked, straightening them both up and brushing the wet frizz away from Paige’s cheek. The towel was half-off the couch now, but Paige didn’t move to cover herself yet. “Of course I’m not okay, you just s-sp-spanked me until I was crying, you b*tch!”, Paige thought indignantly, but when she looked into Mia’s kind face she found that she no longer had that much animosity for the girl. Sure she could be hard to compete with, but she was on Paige’s side here, not serving as her opponent… right? And hadn’t she asked Paige if this was okay? And hadn’t Paige said yes? “Why the f*ck had Paige agreed to this?”, was the real question here, but even as she thought this she was nodding back. “Okay. Do you feel better?”, Mia asked then, and oddly enough, Paige didn’t question her own head bobbing up and down again. She did feel better. That twisting knot in her gut was gone now, and though the sting and heat from her backside was still slightly throbbing, she felt oddly floaty and at ease. But why? Maybe she had finally snapped. That would also explain her suddenly becoming Mia’s biggest fan, Paige thought. “You earned that consequence because you were throwing a tantrum and yelling, cursing, and hitting at me while I was trying to help you after your accident”, Mia continued, “but you took your spanking like a good girl and you are all forgiven”. She said the last part with a quick hug, and then she was helping Paige up to her feet by the armpits, standing up herself, and bending down for the towel. She held it out to Paige, who took it and hastily covered her small chest and her blazing buttocks, but before she could tuck the top corner into itself, Mia had reached up and was doing it for her. And honestly it was nice because Paige was always terrible at wrapping towels, feeling like she never got them tight enough. When Mia did it now, it felt so much snugger and more secure. Paige, of her own accord, even squeaked out a quiet, “thanks, Mia”, before the taller girl waved her off. “Sweetie, I’ll be here for you any time you need me”, and Paige smiled back at her, feeling like that might not be such a bad thing now. It was only after she had been sent upstairs by her sister to change and clean herself up that she realized Mia’s words could have more than one meaning. Blushing, she thought that that would surely not be the last time she needed her sister in such a way, though as she pulled her third goodnite of the day out of the bag, she vowed that she would have a clean and dry bottom the next time. **(Are DM’s just any direct messages or is it specifically twitter? Or is it Instagram? Why are the posts not in order!? Is DMing someone bad?! Why!? Do you quote someone or retweet them. If you ❤️ Something sad is that just understood as supportive and not weird? Why do some hashtags come up when you start typing them but others don’t!? Am I gonna meet more people there or on Instagram? Do people really have BOTH of those!? How do you handle all of that!?!?!? Why don’t they send you a little tiny stuffy birdie when you join twitter? Why must they limit my words!?)- 75 replies
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What do you eat in little space? Anybody else eat baby food as a quick nutrition boost and fun headspace boost? I’ve been vegetarian for a bit now (after thinking too much about where my food was coming from), and I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately (it is really easy to get away with pizza, pasta, snacks, and bread because they’re so good and yummy, but not adequate fuel)… so my mommy (me ?), made a rule that whenever I’m little (a lot lately), I have to eat nutritious foods. (yuck, right?… but not always!). I never feel like eating in the summer except snacks anyway, so I’ve been trying out some baby foods, and my thoughts are: -even the yucky ones aren’t hard to get down quickly with a fruity chaser -some of them have a decent amount of protein (and plenty of fiber and vitamins) now-a-day -anything mixed with peach is yumtastic -lots of the squeezers are super yummy even with veggies in ‘em! -great snack on a drive even when not little or when you don’t want to get up in the morning but need to take medicine (double yuck). -bonus: a lot of them don’t have added sugar, color, or salt That and my paci and the new cookie (read: sandwich/fruit) cutters are really helping with just filling up on junk food, and it’s extra fun to make meals and eat them! also, puff puffs are delicious and any fruit is yummier if it is cut up extra small or is cut to look like Mickey Mouse.
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Little Sister Briana CH 40 (The Finale!) 11/07/21
AndTheChips replied to SolSombraYSoldados's topic in Completed Stories
This chapter is EVERYTHING.