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((Sorry for the delay in replying, the past few weeks have been nuts.)) -
All of Marrissa's focus was on trying to hold it. Just... Just a little longer... she thought, still desperately clutching at her crotch as her mother rummaged through her bag. "Hurrry..." She pleaded, knowing she had very little time left. The first pat, she squirted in them just a little and with that she pulled her muscles in as tight as she could manage.
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((*blushes*))
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Marissa groaned at the continuing lecture. It was a short one, granted, but she had a feeling she was going to be getting quite a lot of this, and it was already grating on her.She's just saying all this to get a rise out of you, to make you have a tantrum so she can justify her actions. Keep your cool. Fortunately, on this occasion Marissa was up to the task and promptly turned away to get comfortable in her position, not the easiest thing given that she was basically having a nap outside.
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This just keeps getting worse and worse, Marissa thought, squirming as her mother pulled her over and began to spank her pullup covered posterior, the locking cover rustling with each strike.
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((*blushes*)) It was more than thinking they were being mean, Marissa seethed, still biting her lip. She settled for nodding though,
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Hi. I'm probably pretty much an unknown around these parts, but I've had a decent amount of time at roleplaying now (mostly on other sites, not as much here, but I've been feeling for a while that I'd like to branch out into writing stories. Short ones of course - I'm not *that* much of a masochist, not that writing isn't something I think I couldn't enjoy at longer lengths, I'm just not quite at the level of crazy needed to go from roleplaying to writing novels . Admittedly, for a roleplayer my posts are decentish in length (paragraphs are more typical for me than sentences, and OPs and scene transitions, if they're written by me have been known to make people pass out (I kid, I kid)
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Marissa bit her lip.
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Marissa looked at Paris dourly,
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"Well, that's good about you graduating, I guess," Marissa replied, doing her best to maintain self control.
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"Ugh, mom only made me do this when I got back. And missing Christmas was for a
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Marissa just stood there nonchalantly, just wanting some time free of her mother for once, though she was starting to wonder if her ex-girlfriend was all that much of an improvement with regard to company.
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Marissa resisted with each and every step forward, making the process all the more drawn out.
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Marissa of course was beside herself. Dammit, she should really have gone with the out of town option. Her old friends were no help, and what's more her old girlfriend was... Well, she was a traitor.
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Marissa grimaced as the pacifier was forced back into her mouth and stamped her feet petulantly., Eliciting muffled "Ow," with each strike to her rear, doing her best to not draw attention to herself as they walked forward to the gate.
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Marissa did her best to stay quiet as the two chattered,
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Marissa grimaced as her mother fitted her with the harness again, fidgeting as she did so. "Alright, fine, mommy," she protested indignantly. "I don't like it, but fine." She wilted when she moved a little and the locked plastic pants crinkled and crumpled, causing her to grimace. I should've decided sooner, she grimaced in hindsight.
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Marissa groaned, as her mother pulled up the locking plastic pants and secured them, causing her to blush deeply. "Mooooooommmmmmyyyy. Nuuuuuuuuu." She pleaded, giving her the puppy dog eyes. "C-can I please at least use the potty after the first time? Or at least get to use it the first time?" She whimpered.
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So either option was as horrible as possible. Marissa hated her choices. Either have a horrible experience, be mocked by her friends to no end - but possibly convince her friends her mother was nuts, at least, or probably end up in diapers by the end of today, even if nobody she knew would be any the wiser. She was far less likely to be helped by some random stranger in some other town as well, so it did not bode well. It was also clear that if she did end up in diapers, her mother would reveal the fact to her friends as sooon as she could.
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Marissa was glad to hear her mother decide she had eaten enough, letting out a sigh of relief. To be sure, she wasn't looking forward to the day ahead, whatever it held for her. She knew that no matter what, people were going to see her dressed all like a little girl. Still, she was glad when she was unstrapped from the chair, and stretched her
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Marissa looked at her mother sourly, then back at the now-cold oatmeal.
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Marissa, of course, knew better than to try and resist her mother's instructions when it came to things like getting dressed. It honestly wasn't worth the trouble. She just hoped she wouldn't have to wear the pull-up all day.
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((Writing this post on the basis that the clothes have been set aside in her room, not in the bathroom, leaving Marissa nonethewiser))
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The wait seemed like forever for Marissa, and looking at the wall for that long was driving her mad. Or what she'd call mad. She was just so bored. But she didn't dare move, after the walloping she'd gotten to her butt, she wasn't exactly keen on a repeat experience so soon,. As such, despite being sorely tempted to do otherwise, she waited where she was told to.
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Marissa tried to hold herself together as she was gradually stripped bare,