Mindthegap

As Janine strips off her daughter's dress, she can see the word "SLUT" plastered all over Rachel's firm, perky breasts in red lipstick, surrounded by the lipsticky impression of several kisses all around her nipples and mammaries. Rachels gasps as she catches herself in a mirror, having no memory of any of this happening. Rachel shrieked and screamed under the onslought of her mother's hand and of the cold water, especially when the shower nozzle hit her pussy and her bottom, which had turned a light pink from the spanking. She cursed at her mother, screaming for her to stop while trying to break her vice-like grip around her wavy, red hair, but her mother was unrelenting. Rachel was still too groggy to put up an effective fight, and ended up being dragged into her punishment nursery. Her heart sank and she shook her head in horror and humiliation. "No! Nonononono! You can't do this! I'm eighteen! Stop!" The last time she'd been in here, she'd been fourteen. Her mother had caught her kissing a boy - it had been an innocent peck, but it had earned her several weeks of being treated like a baby. Back then, she'd still fit into larger toddler-pampers, even though they had been a little too small for her. Those days were over. She knew there was no way she still fit into baby-diapers, but this nursery didn't look like it was for a baby anymore. This was a dungeon! She could only scream and flail ineffectively in her hungover state as she was trussed up on the changing table with the help of chains and fetters. Those were new, she realized with panic. She had been too shocked by the room to put up any real struggle, but now she thrashed and screamed, testing the bonds and finding them unrelenting. But as she felt the soft plastic mat underneath her naked and stinging bum, she realized something else: the alcohol had not only left her hungover, but also with a full bladder. And as her legs started to tremble in their bondage, trying to help her abdomen to clamp down on her urethra, she realized that she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Rachel yelps awake under the spanking. "Nnn-Oooow! Ouch! No! Stop it!" Her bottom trembles underneath each smack, as she tries to slap her mother's hands away, but her movements are far too slurred to show any results. "Leave me alone!", she yells, "I'm ill!" Her world is still spinning as her thong is taken away, revealing her clean-shaven nether region. As quickly as she can in her drunk stupor, she tries to cover up her shame in her drunk stupor, then gasps. Videos? What videos? What was she even talking about. "Screw you! What are you even on about?!", Rachel slurs, then sinks back to the bed as soon as Janine steps towards the door, clearly not intent on going anywhere of her own accord.

Rachel is lying on her bed, atop her sheets and still dressed in what she had worn for the party - if "dressed" was even the right word. Her short party-dressed was bunched up slightly, revealing her firm bottom and her slutty thong. She was missing her bra, which likely had landed in the trophy-case of one of the boys at the party by now. Her gorgeous red hair was a tousled mane, and her left foot was still sporting her heeled sandal.