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After months of arduous preparation and planning, Lola and Victoria’s wedding day was a success. Both dressed in elegant silk satin gowns, they exchanged and sealed their vows with a kiss at an altar offering a panoramic view of Koh Tao’s sunset. The afternoon followed with photos, canapes and speeches under the warm spring sun. By evening, the wedding reception was in full bloom. The main bar occupied the majority of guests, where the clinking of glasses and roars of laughter could be heard from yards away. Other guests found themselves outside with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other. Lola, who was now changed into her afterparty dress adorned with a ruffled lace trim, sat with her hometown friends in the dining hall. Full of elation, she embraced and participated in the gossip being passed around the table. Perhaps all the empty martini glasses beside her would explain the plethora of colourful words pouring from her mouth, or just perhaps, it was because she knew her wife was now in earshot. Similarly, Victoria was now dressed in more comfortable evening attire for partying and was deep in discussion at a table across the room. However, like any skilled domme, she knew how to multitask and keep an eye on her girl. After weeks of stressful work leading up to the event, the couple had struggled to find any time to be intimate. Victoria’s patience wore thin as the man’s voice across from her was being swallowed by Lola’s language. She knew that the younger girl believed her actions would be shielded by the alcohol and company, but those were no excuses to her. It wasn’t until the two made rapid eye contact for a moment when Victoria abruptly ended her conversation and made her way across the hall. Lola, although completely aware of the figure approaching her in her peripheral vision, still continued to let her mouth run. Her blood ran cold though once she felt Victoria’s hand snake around the back of her neck, her thumb pressing against her nape. It was a subtle touch of authority that would go unnoticed by any of the guests, but it closed Lola’s mouth instantly. “Hey girls! You wouldn’t mind if I stole Lola for a second, would you?” She asked in a joyous tone, not moving her hand. “No, she’s all yours!” One of the girls at the table chirped. Victoria laughed, subtly applying more pressure against her nape. “She sure is.” Ushered out of her seat, Lola meekly followed the older woman out of the dining hall. Victoria took her hand and interlaced their fingers with a firm grip, guiding her down the corridor. “Where are we going?” Lola asked with uncertainty. The distance between them and the party grew with each step and the building silence made her realise there were indeed going to be consequences for her actions. All that profanity would lead her to one of her favourite positions. This was just what she hoped for, although she wouldn’t ever admit it. No response was given as Victoria continued leading her to the back of the venue - where their bedroom was situated. Before Lola could even ask another question, her wife promptly opened the bedroom door and pulled the girl inside. Once the door was shut and locked, she knew exactly what she was in store for. Untwining their fingers, Victoria tilted Lola’s chin upwards so she was forced to look up at her. Cruel amusement etched over her gaze as she watched the flustered girl squirm under her grip. “Strip please Lola.” She commanded, her tone devoid of any warmth. “Why!” Lola whined, resisting the instruction despite her enthusiasm heightening. “Don’t play dumb with me. You knew exactly what you were doing and you know I hate hearing such foul language come out of your mouth.” Victoria paused, waiting for her girl to surrender but she continued to stand stubbornly. “Did you think I’d let you off tonight? Hm?” It was easy for Lola to succumb to her Domme’s words, and tonight was no different. Although it had been weeks since her last punishment, amplifying the thrill to push some boundaries, her drunken state of mind only heightened her desperation for a particular burning sensation. In response, she looked down and shook her head meekly. “Strip.” Victoria ordered bluntly once again, letting go of the girl's chin and stepping back to give her the opportunity to obey. The combination of Lola’s nerves and slowed motel skills caused her fingers to fumble with the lace of her corset bodice. Rather than untying, she created a knot and she let out a frustrated sniffle. “Mommy.” Her voice shrank into a fragile register. “Help me, please.” They’d both been waiting for this moment. Victoria kept her physical composure but those glasses of wine consumed earlier also made her crave a release for her pent-up dominance. Behind that sadistic gaze she was trying hard not to be overridden with maternal warmth. She hadn’t heard the title in weeks but it still gave her the same intoxicating rush. She softened just a fraction and pulled Lola towards her, investigating the mess her drunken hands had made at the laced ribbons. Victoria let out a low hum as her fingers untangled the knot. “Silly girl. What would you do without Mommy, huh?” If possible, Lola blushed an even deeper red at the remark. The dress eventually loosened and slid off her body with ease leaving her in just white lace panties which were soon pulled down too. Gentle hands on Lola’s hips guided her to turn around again, leaving her to watch Victoria unclasp her own dress and strip. Her Mommy knew how tonight would unravel. The younger girl’s inebriated gaze followed the swift motion of the dress falling down to her feet which almost felt hypnotic. Her eyes continued to follow her Domme, who was now clad in just a balcony bra, panties and her heels, walking over to the bed. Just watching made her breath catch in her throat. Victoria sat down on the side of the bed and crooked a finger, gesturing for her girl. “Alright angel, over my lap.” By now, all prior rebellion had disappeared and obedience was second nature for Lola again. She crossed the small space between them meekly and let herself be guided forward until she was draped across her Domme’s lap. The familiarity of the position and her skin being against her Mommy’s instantly made her squirm in anticipation for what was inevitably coming. She keened when Victoria’s hand eventually brushed over her ass, happy with the attention she was now receiving even if it was her punishment. “I’m sorry Mommy.” She whimpered. “You will soon be sweetheart.” Victoria continued to fondle with her bare cheeks teasingly. “How about we start with you telling me exactly why you’re now in this position.” “Cause I said a bad word..” Victoria’s hand sharply hit her ass in the following second. The abrupt stinging sensation fiercely bloomed across her skin, causing her to squeal and kick her legs up in the air. “Just one?” Victoria mocked gently, her palm lingering warm and heavy against the skin. “Cause I said a lotta bad words mommy!” Lola cried out. “Mhm. Quite the potty mouth.” She commented following a slap equally as abrupt on her other cheek. “Tell Mommy why that was.” “I wanted your attention.” Although Lola wouldn’t be able to see, her Domme knowingly nodded her head and a small smile crept across her lips. She wanted to hear those exact words out loud. Her thumb now teasingly circled one of her cheeks, making Lola fidget around in anticipation. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to be over my knee as well.” Victoria chimed with amusement. “Alright, ten spanks on each cheek. Do you remember your colours?” “Yes Mommy.” Lola’s simple response was muffled by pressing her flustered face into the bedding but nonetheless it reassured her Domme before performing the scene. The following slaps were harsher than the two introductory ones, alternating between cheeks with a deliberate and steady rhythm. The sound of each slap reverberated sharply against Lola’s muffled sniffles accompanied by a litany of “sorry Mommy”. The initial stinging had now grown into a heavy ache and every additional smack sent a wash of heat over her tender skin. By the halfway point, Lola’s body began to tremble and sob in response. Most noticeably though, her cunt was dripping wet. The combination of drunkenness, maternal warmth and arousal she was feeling made any lingering tension from the past few weeks evaporate. Her muscles effortlessly weakened. In a now regressed headspace, it was pointless to even try to hold it or tell Mommy she needed the potty. “Mama…” she called out through her tears. It was only now that Victoria noticed the warm wetness soaking her bare thighs. Pausing the spanking, she slid her palm downward and possessively pressed against her crotch to feel her actively letting go. To Victoria, there was no turn-on quite like witnessing the sheer vulnerability of her little girl being completely undone and regressing. Lola giving up her control and trusting her only further affirmed her role as her Domme. “Oh angel, look at you, leaking all over Mommy,” she murmured in a tone full of pure sultry that made Lola’s face just as red as her cheeks. “That’s it, let it all out for Mama. Good girl.” Lola buried her face deeper into the bedding, letting out a soft whine of shame but, quite obviously, arousal too. The feeling of her Mommy’s touch as the wet warmth continued to spread beneath her sent a jolt down her body. Victoria felt the slight shift in Lola’s body and leaned in closer, her unoccupied hand pulling her hair behind her ear sensually. “You made such a mess. It’s a good thing Mommy decided to take her dress off, huh.” Victoria said, amused. “Does it feel good to be this helpless for me, baby?” Lola’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to force her overwhelmed brain to form a coherent sentence. Lying helplessly soaked over her Mommy’s knee didn’t just feel good, it felt perfect. “Mama...” She whimpered in response, her hips involuntary twitching against the hand resting between her thighs. “You’re so naughty.” Victoria pulled her dripping wet hand away to Lola’s dismay. She shifted her position on the bed, scooping her girl up and pulling her back against her chest. Lola curled into her lap, pouting her lips and letting out a bereft whine. “I think you’ve forgotten we have a wedding celebration on the other side of the building. People are going to start wondering where we are.” “Meanie.” “Meanie?” Victoria gasped, pretending to be hurt by the remark before pressing a kiss to her temple. “I didn’t even finish your punishment. Maybe if you behave for the rest of the night Mommy can reward you. Right now, though, you’re getting lots of kisses and cuddles and then you’re getting cleaned up and put in a pull-up.” The idea of being held and the promise of a potential reward was more than enough for Lola. She let out a soft, complaint sigh and sunk into her Mommy’s embrace. Victoria wrapped her arms securely around the smaller girl and began rocking her a slow, steady rhythm. The burning sting washed away with the cooling lotion that was massaged into her cheeks and Lola wanted to cry all over again, though this time purely from comfort. “Such a pretty girl for Mama.” Her wife doted, as her girl looked up at her with such wide, starry eyes, softened and utterly devoted. It was a struggle for her to not unlatch her bra and offer a breast to the regressed girl but she knew there were people waiting for them on the other side. Every second of this quiet intimacy for the two felt so precious. “Love you Mama.” Lola said innocently, her fingers playing with her Mommy’s face. “Mommy loves you even more,” Victoria responded, peppering her with kisses until she was a giggling mess, “to the moon and back.”

This is my first long story, hope you will enjoy. Chapter 1 "Hey, baby!" I called as I pushed open the front door, hung my coat up, and floated towards the kitchen. The house always smelled nice; there was some homemade gingerbread on the counter, and the sun was pouring in through the windows.My wife, Patricia, was bustling around, whisking up a frothy meringue; her blonde hair bouncing as she hummed to herself. "Hey yourself," she replied with a grin. I leaned against the counter and watched her for a while, listening to the clatter of the utensils against the mixing bowl. The warmth of the house enveloped me, and my heart swelled with love. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" I asked casually, keeping my face neutral. It wasn't like I didn't know - she'd been dropping hints about my birthday surprise for weeks. "Well," she said, looking at me slyly. "I've got a surprise for you." My heart leapt. "You've got to tell me, darling. I can't keep guessing all night." She moved closer, her blouse unbuttoned and her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Alright, alright, you'll have to wait a little longer." I chuckled and leaned in, brushing my fingers against her cheek, tasting the lipstick she'd just applied. "Fine, I can wait a little longer," I said, before capturing her lips for a kiss. She giggled and pulled away, returning to her cooking. "Dinner will be ready soon," she whispered, her breath hot and heavy against my face. "Then, you'll see." My curiosity was piqued. I had no idea what she had planned, but the anticipation was making me nervous with excitement. I had never seen her this secretive before, and it was making me wonder if she had discovered my hidden passion. I cleared my throat and looked away, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Patricia set the table, poured the wine, and flitted around the kitchen. "You know, honey," she said suddenly, "I've been thinking." "Oh?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Yes," she replied, her voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about...your birthday surprise." I froze. So, she did know. "You...you have?" "Mm-hm," she said, nodding as she stare straight into my eyes. I looked at her, feeling my chest tighten and my mouth go dry. "I've been thinking about how much I love you, and how much fun we could have if we just let go of our inhibitions for a weekend." I gulped and tried to process her words, my heart racing in my chest. "I want to give you the best birthday present ever," she whispered, tracing a finger down my chest. "And I think I know exactly what that is." I felt my body tense up as she took a step back, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I want to give you what you've always wanted, darling," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You do?" I asked, feeling my heart skip a beat. "Yes," she nodded, her lips curled into a playful smile. "I know all about your... desires." My mind raced, trying to process her words. Could it be true? Had she really discovered my secret dirty love for diapers and being treated like a baby? "Come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me towards the playroom. The room was dimly lit, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the new big changing table, a few packages of ABDL printed diapers and some diaper changing accessories. Some bondage gear was scattered about, adding an edge to the comfortable-mysterious atmosphere. I was in shock....

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