Pick Your Battles - Eps. 10 by bbykimmy!

[Sophie ♥]

What started as a silly short story has now become something a little grander.  Pick Your Battles is now a series of short-stories about real-life events.  That is, these things actually HAPPENED.  I live with my girlfriend who has just gotten into little stuff last year when we started dating. (I call her Mommy in the stories for simplicity, but I usually call her Big Sis when we do ageplay stuff). I also live with two other littles, my co-author @Pudding and my close friend @ChloeNova!  So yeah, these are the antics we get up to.

ALSO @bbykimmy will be contributing to this series with her own real-life stories, centered mostly around her and her partner of fifteen years! (Like me, she's going to be calling her partner Mommy for simplicity.)

Make sure to Like/Comment!  And enjoy!

~Sophie

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Pick Your Battles: Episode 1

(Or: Kimmy is a brat and got me in trouble!)

By Sophie

 

    “Hey.  I’m talking to you.”

    I blinked, looking up from my phone.  I had been distracted the whole car ride home from work and Mommy wasn’t too happy about it.

    “Sorry.  What were you saying?”

    I put my phone down for exactly one second, then glanced at it again.  Another message.  I opened it up and started to reply when Mommy plucked the phone out of my hands. 

    “Hey!”

    “No.” One of her sharp, aggressive ‘No’s.  The kind that made my heart race. “You have been talking to this girl all day and you can’t make two minutes for me?”

    “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

    “Now, like I was saying,” she went on, but all I could think about was my phone in her hand. “We have to shower if you want to stay up late tonight and play video games.  You want that, don't you?”

    “Fine, okay.  Give me-”

    “After we shower,” she cut me off.  

    I puffed out my cheeks and crossed my arms over my chest. 

    “At least let me say goodbye.” 

    “No,” she said again.  That harsh, certain ‘No’.  I had to pick my battles, and this wasn’t the right one.

    Mommy unlocked my phone - her thumb had been set to my fingerprint scanner the day I got it - and typed something out.  My heart raced, my eyes wide.

    “Hey, what are you telling her?!”

    “That’s not the business of a little girl, is it?”

    “I… I’m not…”

    She set my phone down on the bed, but when I reached for it, she took my hand.

    ‘Pick your battles,’ I reminded myself.

    Mommy always kept the water too warm in the shower.  It took me five minutes to adjust to the temperature and another five to wash and condition my hair.  As per our routine, I soaped her up with body wash, paying particular attention to her breasts and between her legs.  She was the kind of girl who loved to be clean and I was the kind of girl who was a bit of a pervert.  It worked for the both of us.

    I thought that was the end of it; I’d completely forgotten about my phone.  But after rinsing off, she didn’t grab the body wash.  She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pushed me down to my knees.  They collided with the hard tub and I looked up at her with pain and confusion.

    “What are-”

    But I never finished my question.  I never had to.  She pulled on my hair until my face was against her crotch, lifting her leg onto the edge of the tub basin.

    “If you can’t lend me an ear when I’m talking,” she said over the sound of the running water, “then I’ll use your tongue instead.”

    Her fingers tightened in my hair and I let out a quiet yelp.  I knew what she expected.  I knew not to misbehave. ‘Pick your battles’, right?  So I touched my lips to the skin between her legs.  She moved me where I needed to be, as if I was too inept to figure it out on my own.

    It was no more than five minutes later that she stood me up on shaky legs.  My eyes were glossy and my cheeks were on fire.  She advanced on me until my back hit the tiled shower walls, until she could hover her lips only a centimeter from mine.  I leaned in for a kiss, but she held us apart.

    “No,” she said again.  That simple word, with so much power.  I thought I would melt into a puddle and swirl down the drain.

    For the rest of the shower, I didn’t speak.  She washed me.  I let her put her fingers wherever she wanted.  Then, she wrapped me in my big blue towel and pulled me back into our bedroom.

    I saw my phone on the bed.  I looked up at her and then down at my feet.  Could I pick it up?  Would I be in more trouble?  Or was this finally over?  But before my quiet contemplation could become action, she spoke.

    “Come here.” It was that same tone as the ‘No’s.  The sort of thing that told me it was very much not over.  She sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but her towel, draped around her neck.  Mine was still wrapped around my chest, preserving my modesty.

    I pensively walked toward Mommy, and as soon as I was within reach, she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down over her lap.  The action was so fast, so unexpected, that I didn’t have time to think.  While she fussed with the towel, lifting it up to expose my bottom, I tried to catch my breath.

    “No, no, no!  Wait a second!”

    She didn’t wait a single second.  Her hand came down hard on my ass and I winced as the sound echoed through the room.  A second smack on the other cheek.  But Mommy was never very intense with spankings - this would pass in no time.  I knew how to pick my battles.

    The third spank came down on warm, pink skin.  The fourth did the same on the other cheek.  And by the time I had counted ten in my head, my winces had turned into audible whines.  I kicked my feet and shook side to side on her lap, burying my face in the blankets.

    “Please, stop… please, I’m sorry…”

    Another spanking.  Two.  Three.  Four.  She hadn’t spanked like this in a long time.  My will was breaking.

    “I’m sorry!  I’ll be good!  I’m a good girl!”

    “A good little girl?” she asked, before the echo of another spanking rang through the room.  I was out of breath.

    “Y-yes… a good little girl… please…”

    “And good little girls don’t ignore their Mommies when they are talking, right?” Her hand came down on my sore bottom and I whimpered involuntarily.

    I nodded my head in a panic.  Her hand moved off my bottom and I flinched, waiting for the shock and pain.  But it hesitated.  I thought maybe she was done.  Just when the inkling of hope filled me up, it was shattered by another spanking.  I was burning out…

    “You are going to lay on this bed and you will not move until I say otherwise.”

    Her offer felt like cold water over my red, burning ass.  I couldn’t say no.  I couldn’t argue.  If I did, she’d spank me again.  This was my chance to escape more punishment.  I had to pick my battles, and this wasn’t one I could win.

    “Y-yes Mommy…”

    “Say it.”

    “I’ll be a good girl-”

    “Good little girl,” she interrupted, with emphasis.  Jeeze, this was embarrassing…

    “…good little girl… and stay on the bed ’til you say so…”

    She rubbed my bottom once, as a show of good faith, and climbed out from under the towel between us.  

    I was exhausted.  I couldn’t move.  My butt ached but my pride ached more.  I closed my eyes and tried to relax.  It was over, I reminded myself.  But Mommy was going to make sure, for the rest of the night, I knew my place.

    I heard the crinkling before I saw the diaper in her hands.  White, simple.  Easy to check if I was wet, she liked to say.  I rolled over - naked without the towel - and scampered the other side of the bed.

    “I don’t need that!”

    “You said you were a little girl,” Mommy reminded me.

    “But that doesn’t mean I wear…” I blushed scarlet.  This wasn’t fair!

    “Do you want to play video games?”

    I looked up at her with suspicion.  What was she getting at?

    “Well?”

    “…yes,” I muttered.

    “And where are you going to do that?”

    “On the sofa…” I felt like I was walking toward a trap.

    “You’ll sit on the sofa?” she continued. 

    I nodded.

    “Then wouldn’t it make more sense to have some padding on your sore bottom?”

    “But I don’t need-”

    “I didn’t say you did,” she cut me off. “But it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

    …it did make sense.  I pouted and crossed my arms over my breasts.  Damnit…

    “Well?” she asked.

    “…fine,” I muttered, and slid further down the bed.

    She pulled my ankles so my open legs fell on either side of her as she unfolded the diaper.  I looked up at the ceiling in embarrassment, trying to hold onto the thought that I was a big girl.  Trying to hold onto the feeling that I was a big girl.  But the second that diaper was aligned under my raw behind, the feeling slipped away.

    She doused me in baby powder, rubbing it into my skin with the palm of her hand.  When she was done, she tapped me on the nose with her index finger, leaving the scent of baby powder heavy and inescapable.  My eyes glossed over as I settled into the bed.  My muscles relaxed.  My mind clouded over with thick, white clouds.  The feelings of being a big girl were long gone.

    Mommy taped the diaper up between my legs and stood me up on my feet.  She popped a pacifier between my lips and kissed me on the forehead.  Maybe I should have stopped her.  Maybe I should have thrown a tantrum or taken off the diaper.  But if I tried, I’d only get punished again.  Worse, this time.

    No, I should let her win this one.  I had to pick my battles.

[End]

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[bbykimmy]

[Sophie ♥]

This story is completely true and happened because Kimmy and I couldn't stop messaging the other day. XD (Though I did change my girlfriend's name to Mommy when I usually call her big sis)

[bbykimmy]

I apologize for NOTHING

[Sophie ♥]

4 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

I apologize for NOTHING

APOLOGIZE TO MY BUTT!!!!!!

[bbykimmy]

THANK ME FOR GETTING YOU PUNISHED IN SUCH A HOTTTT WAY

[Sophie ♥]

4 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

THANK ME FOR GETTING YOU PUNISHED IN SUCH A HOTTTT WAY

*BLUSHES FURIOUSLY AND IN CAPS*

[Wannatripbaby]

I AM UNINVOLVED IN THIS PREDICAMENT BUT FELT LIKE YELLING SO NOW I AM YELLING!!!!

[Pudding]

Petition to never have to read about what you lewd babies do in the shower >:o we already hear it; origami houses have thicker walls than our place!

 

(It's a berry cute story tho and representative of ur rival squish on Kimmy~)

[Sophie ♥]

3 minutes ago, Pudding said:

Petition to never have to read about what you lewd babies do in the shower >:o

This is the least Pudding-esque thing I've ever read!

4 minutes ago, Pudding said:

ur rival squish on Kimmy~

 I.. I have absolutely.. no idea... what you could possibly be talking about.. *hides Kimmy-themed paraphernalia* 

[Wannatripbaby]

5 minutes ago, Pudding said:

Petition to never have to read about what you lewd babies do in the shower >:o

You will have a very hard time finding anyone to sign that petition! ?

[bbykimmy]

4 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

You will have a very hard time finding anyone to sign that petition! ?

Seriously, Trip and I are starting a counter-petition.  We need MORE of this!

Also, I think Sophie is trying to one-up me on smut.  I guess I'll have to post another blushy "Flash Fiction" to show her

Also also... YOU HAS A SQUISH ON ME SOPHIE!?  <3 <3 <3

[Pudding]

Well I did date Soapy for a while so I am familiar with the lewdness in her heart, and it pounds furiously with crushy blushy justice and smittenness for cutie authors. 

3 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

Seriously, Trip and I are starting a counter-petition.  We need MORE of this!

Also, I think Sophie is trying to one-up me on smut.  I guess I'll have to post another blushy "Flash Fiction" to show her

Also also... YOU HAS A SQUISH ON ME SOPHIE!?  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

She totally does! The squishiest!

[Sophie ♥]

13 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

YOU HAS A SQUISH ON ME SOPHIE!?  <3 <3 <3

 

13 minutes ago, Pudding said:

She totally does! The squishiest!

NO SHUT UP  

[Wannatripbaby]

11 minutes ago, Sophie ♥ said:

NO SHUT UP  

Whether you're a man, woman, gay, or straight, you'd have to be crazy not to have a crush on Kimmy! ?

[Pudding]

Squishes aren't crushes you doof >:o

[Sophie ♥]

14 minutes ago, Pudding said:

Squishes aren't crushes you doof >:o

They are just softer, platonic crushes.  

Tho I also agree with Trip's statement: you've gotta be crazy not to have a crush on Kimmy.  

[Wannatripbaby]

16 minutes ago, Pudding said:

Squishes aren't crushes you doof >:o

 

4 minutes ago, Sophie ♥ said:

They are just softer, platonic crushes.  

Ooohhhhhh. I was homeschooled so I never learned these things.

In that case I have squishes on... a lot of girls. ?

[Sophie ♥]

13 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Ooohhhhhh. I was homeschooled so I never learned these things.

It's a newer term usually used in the asexual/aromantic communities to describe non-sexual/romantic attraction to another individual.  It's like, soulmates but as friends. *nods* The idea is that you don't /need/ romance/sex to be fulfilled in relationships.  Though the term has been generalized to pretty much mean "I want to be really good close friends with that person forever without sexual or romantic intent!"

[HyperShark]

1 hour ago, Wannatripbaby said:

You will have a very hard time finding anyone to sign that petition! ?

Especially as some of us (me) almost exclusively prefer Bath>Shower.

 

2 hours ago, Sophie ♥ said:

Mommy unlocked my phone - her thumb had been set to my fingerprint scanner the day I got it - and typed something out.  My heart raced, my eyes wide.

    “Hey, what are you telling her?!”

    “That’s not the business of a little girl, is it?”

I admit I am a little curious what was she typed out on the phone.

[Sophie ♥]

@HyperShark

[bbykimmy]

I had ta go do chores, but I read this thread when I got back and you guys made me blush so much!  I didn't know I was crush-worthy.

Also, I wasn't gonna tell what your mommy-type said, I was gonna say "Well that's between her and I " but you ruined the mystique!

[YourFNF]

25 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

I had ta go do chores, but I read this thread when I got back and you guys made me blush so much!  I didn't know I was crush-worthy.

Also, I wasn't gonna tell what your mommy-type said, I was gonna say "Well that's between her and I " but you ruined the mystique!

I mean I already made my confession (and flogged myself through downtown)

 

2 hours ago, Pudding said:

Petition to never have to read about what you lewd babies do in the shower >:o we already hear it; origami houses have thicker walls than our place!

 

(It's a berry cute story tho and representative of ur rival squish on Kimmy~)

Tell me more about these shower.... escapades ([in British accent] raises teacup  pinky finger extend)

[bbykimmy]

7 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

I mean I already made my confession (and flogged myself through downtown)

I figured that was an isolated incident... and I was super flattered by that.

[Sophie ♥]

1 hour ago, YourFNF said:

I mean I already made my confession (and flogged myself through downtown)

;_; wait I dun wanna be flogged I am fragile!