False Chap 1-2 (Smutty)

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Hey, just another idea I had for a short story! (Taking a teensy break from Stork)

I'm thinking about making a part two for this and finishing it if people like it! So please be sure to let me know.

This contains light breathplay, light masochism and bdsm-type themes--if that isn't your thing, now you know! Enjoy

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I slowly edged my knee off of the kitchen counter, preparing to reunite my feet with the tile below.

 

I almost had it, the slippery glass of the jar feeling precarious in my sweaty palms; I was nearly to the floor when (...you guessed it..) the jar slipped from my hands and shattered.

Snickerdoodle crumbs and scattered shards of glass were all over the pristine floor; cringing, I held my hands over my mouth...waiting for my inevitable doom.

 

She was not going to be happy with me at all--I wasn't even supposed to be down here…

 

"--Dani?? Dani!..What was that??", I heard her stir in bed. She still sounded sleepy...so maybe I still had a chance to redeem myself--

 

"N-Nothing! Just dropped something in the bathroom, no big deal!" I lied, crouching down and carefully trying to sweep everything together with my hands.

 

I heard the creak of the bedsprings, followed by the pounding of footsteps in the upstairs hallway. Panicking, I started to wonder if I should hide or just come clean.

 

I winced as I heard her footsteps draw closer and closer to the kitchen. Cursing underneath my breath, I quickly attempted to straighten up and look nonchalant. 

It was then that she crossed the threshold of the kitchen; looking around, she allowed her eyes to settle on mine. I instinctively looked down, my face hot with guilt.

 

“So, you were in the bathroom, huh?”, she stretched out her arm and leaned it on the nearby table. 

 

I stayed quiet for a split second, I didn’t want to sound too desperate with my answer..or too flustered. She gazed at me with amusement in her eyes, daring me to lie. She already knew what had happened, she was testing me. It was just a little game for her..but I figured maybe I could still wiggle my way out of any consequences. 

 

“Well, I was in the bathroom, bu--”, she cut me off almost immediately.

 

“False. Don’t even begin to lie. Are you sure the mess on the ground doesn’t have to do with what we talked about earlier?”, she stated, glancing at the floor indifferently.

 

Well, I mean shit. If she hadn’t been so unfair...then maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did. 

 

It was after dinner when I asked her if I could have some cookies from the jar on top of the fridge; she had recently baked them, and snickerdoodle happened to be one of my favorites. 

She lightly chided me--reminding me that it was a weekday, Tuesday to be exact.

 

We’d agreed not to partake in sweets during the week; it killed me to do so..but deep down I knew it was good for both of us..especially me, as I eat way too many sweets anyway . A few of the cookies were left over from her baking them on Sunday; I begged and pleaded, telling her I only wanted one. I mean, realistically--I’d probably sneak more than one, but I said I only wanted one cookie to coax her into relenting.

 

She’d stood firm, telling me no. Yet, I persisted, trying everything to get her to say yes; I asked for half a cookie, I even promised to do her chores tomorrow--I tried everything. She’d scolded me, telling me it was important to stick to things, and that she’d make more next weekend. When I had begun to pout, she leaned over the dinner table..asking me if I wanted to be punished. 

 

Basically, she was being too harsh; I knew the promise I’d made….I just wanted to break it, just a tiny bit.

 

I crossed my arms defiantly. 

 

“Well...I mean..it could…” I muttered out, shrugging. I just wanted my damn cookies. 

 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She bit out, her tone icy. 

 

I allowed myself to take several quick glances at her face; she was tight-lipped, and she looked irritated, yet her eyes still held the same amusement behind them. This was not good.

 It was one thing for her to be disappointed and simply punish me, but it was another when she decided to have her “fun” with my discipline.

I felt excitement spike, I knew I was in for it. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to cave; if she was going to have her fun, I was gonna have mine too. 

 

I briefly held eye contact with her, and let my eyes roll up to the ceiling; I casually shrugged my shoulders again.

 

“I wanted a cookie….okay, I don’t know what else to tell you. I *am* sorry I lied and made a mess, but none of this--” She cut me off, smiling.

 

Her face was flushed, and the twinkle in her eyes had grown brighter. I automatically backed up, preparing for the worst. In one fluid motion, she strode over --getting so close that I was forced up against the counter that was behind me. I bumped into it with a slight whimper and turned my face away from her.

 

She grasped my throat, her hand nestled just under my chin. I felt my breathing grow ragged, even though she had yet to squeeze.

 

“..Dani, please tell me who I am.” She leaned in close, her whispering tickling my ear. 

I softly whimpered, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for her.

 

“..Tell. Me.” She started to apply pressure to my neck, and I unintentionally moaned. 

It felt so good, I didn’t know what to do, so I just squirmed against the counter.

 

“You’re my M-Mommy” I softly croaked out.

 

Mommy’s lithe frame towered over my smaller one; I cowered beneath her, shivering. 

The way her hand was poised on my throat was very exciting, my nipples had grown hard underneath my tank top...and I was attempting to subtly rub my thighs together.

 

She cocked her head at me, “Good Girl.” She firmly shook me by my throat, and I softly groaned in approval. Mommy wedged her slender leg in between my thighs and leaned in close to my ears once more.

 

“I’m happy to know you could remember that...at the very least. But, I distinctly told you that you were *not* to have any cookies tonight.” 

 

She got impossibly close to my earlobe and continued, ”You know what happens when you disobey. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you did this on purpose...just to get a silly little kick out of it.”

 

I wiggled around feeling very overwhelmed, and very turned on--but she held me tightly.

 

“The rest of this night and your punishment is going to go exactly how I say--and if you’re good..you might just get some enjoyment out of it.” She hissed enthusiastically.

 

Mommy closed the remaining space between us, nipping my earlobe.

I squealed, the action being way too much for me. I was openly panting and moaning now, there was so much tension, and I was very ready for whatever she planned to do.

 

Her pajamed leg repeatedly caressed the area between my thighs; she was still close, her hand on my neck. Being pinned against the counter, I struggled to hump myself against her knee.

I tried to do so somewhat sneakily, but Mommy immediately could tell what I was doing--

 

“..Oh? Someone likes this?”, she chuckled and clucked her tongue in disapproval.

 

Mommy began to thrust and grind her leg harder against me, causing my pink pajama shorts to cling to my mound and ride up uncomfortably. I felt sodden and icky; I was so humiliated, yet so turned on. She was able to garner enough pressure against my clit that I could already feel myself desperate to cum.

 

Then she stopped.

 

“..Did you forget you were being punished, Sweetie?” she pulled back and smiled at me, looking very pleased.

 

I stifled a groan and looked down, annoyed with myself that I was able to get *that* excited...by just her leg.

 

“...No Mommy..”, I softly grumbled, trying to nuzzle her hand with my chin.

 

I looked up at Mommy with pleading eyes, lightly allowing myself to go a bit more limp, and attempting to puff out my chest. I mean, maybe she’d keep going a little more if I seemed more compliant? I wanted her to keep going, I wanted it badly.

 

“Turning on the charm I see?”, she released my neck and stepped away, freeing me from the counter. 

 

I was slightly disappointed--but only for a second.

 

Mommy then proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair, expertly evading the crumbs and glass shards as she started to drag me out of the kitchen. 

I gasped in pain….and arousal.

 

“S-Stop..hey! --Ow...Fuck, Ow..”, I whimpered out. 

However, I made no move to grab at her hand and stop her--that was a big no-no. 

 

“Do you really think you should be complaining, cursing, and carrying on considering the position you’re in right now?” Mommy mused as she continued to yank me into the living room.

 

Her floral silk robe was becoming untidy and undone, and her mousy hair fell into her face in strands. Yet, she still smiled that ridiculous smile. Mommy then unceremoniously let go of my hair, causing me to stumble. Taking advantage of me being off balance, she shoved me on to our cushy couch.

 

I fell on my bottom, legs splayed out, chest heaving--looking up at her expectantly. I was terrified, and it was great. Mommy stood over me, borderline gleeful. 

 

“Beg Me.” She chirped out.

 

I cocked my head, waiting for her to finish.

 

“Beg me to punish you.” Mommy looked down at me, her hands akimbo on her hips. 

 

I swiftly looked down, my embarrassment renewed. I played with the fabric of the couch as I tried to summon the words she was looking for. 

 

“Go on. I’m not going to wait all night, Danica.” She said in a cheerful voice.

 

“Please….” I tugged my top down and fiddled with my hands.

 

“Mommy...please..I want it..” I looked up at her in humiliation.

 

“Aw baby..”, she began to gush, “That was very cute, but please be more explicit.”

 

I swore I saw her bite her lip..even if it was for a fraction of a second. She liked when I was all pathetic and shy like this..

 

“Mommy..please..please, punish me. I need it, I’ve been bad...I broke the rules...I need you--” I was starting to softly pant by now. 

Saying all this was as much of a turn on for me as it was for Mommy.

 

“--I need you to remind me..who I am..and how I should act..” I finished hoarsely.

 

“Fuck..” she muttered out.

 

Mommy had clearly lost some of her composure, but she slowly approached me and joined me on the couch. She roughly pulled me into her lap (by my hair), and forced my legs apart.

“Guess what babygirl?” She began to pant out, her hands making her way down to my shorts.

 

Mommy allowed her hands to rest on the exterior of my short-clad crotch, she then started to rub. I tried not to moan as she only got more aggressive.

 

“Guess.” She pulled me closer and growled into my ear.

 

“I--I don’t know...w-what..??” I panted out.

 

By now, the wetness from my pussy had begun to dampen my shorts.

 

“You’re going into diapers tonight.” Mommy whispered into my ear, her hand going for my throat again.

 

I inwardly moaned--I mean, diapers weren’t so bad. Mommy let me go stints without wearing, so I guess my time in big-girl undies was over for now. But, knowing her...that definitely wasn’t going to be it, because that wasn’t much of a punishment. 

 

“And you’re also going in chastity for me...for a few weeks at least.” I could hear the pure joy in her voice as she continued to paw at my clit. 

 

I whimpered out in both protest and pleasure...there it was.

 

“...Chastity for when Mommy isn’t at home...but when I am at home--” she continued to whisper into my neck, her excitement clearly growing. 

 

“We’re going to edge you and edge you...you won’t cum at least for a couple of weeks. Yeah, I think that's what I’ll do. Diapers, chastity and denial...won’t that be fun..” Mommy sped up her assault on my cunt.

 

I started to cry out, getting desperate to cum, getting desperate for my punishment..

 

“..Won’t it be fun, Dani?” She repeated herself, breathing heavily.

I whimpered passively.

 

“Use your words. Say it. Tell me how much fun it’ll be.” Mommy bit out, she further pinned me against her lap--ramping up her ministrations. 

 

I was nearly on the brink of cumming, I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t cum..especially without permission...and especially in this situation, but my orgasm was fast approaching.

 

I tried to speak, but I only managed to moan out my words.

 

“I want it….I want to be in diapers for you..I-I..” I gulped, fighting back my orgasm.

 

“I want to be in chastity for you Mommy..I want you to control me..I don’t want to cum..” I panted out. 

 

I was on the brink of cumming.

 

I started to feverishly buck at her hand like an animal, moaning and clutching at her thigh.

 

She then stopped. (Again.)

 

I let out a strangled cry, tears nearly coming to my eyes. I was so frustrated. I wiggled around on her lap angrily.

 

“Oh? Baby...sorry, punishment is effective immediately.” Mommy smirked, pulling me closer into her lap and gently nuzzling me.

 

I hastily jumped up from her lap, pouting. Everything was tingly and I was damp and sweaty--she was so unfair. I tugged at my hair and thumped my foot on the ground..trying to shake the frustration and arousal away.

 

Mommy arched her eyebrow at me, and watched me throw my hissyfit for a moment. She then reached out and snatched my wrist to pull me to her once more. 

We were face to face, our noses nearly touching.

 

“Get back down here. Did I say I was done??” Mommy stated cheerfully. 

 

I pouted again, begrudgingly going to resume my place on her lap. 

She then pushed me down to my tummy across her legs, manhandling me in the process.

I gasped in surprise, but didn’t make any move to struggle.

 

“Wow, my memory ...I forgot to say you’d be getting a spanking too.” Mommy then started to yank my jammie shorts down as I tried to brace myself.

 

Well, I guess I would have to see how 'fun' this spanking was going to be.

 

 

 

 

 

[ppbenn]

Holy fuck! That was an incredibly hot story to read.

[YourFNF]

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[littleTomás]

Very hot and well written. If there’s a part two then it’ll be the story of my life: diapers and never cuming (minus the chastity cage).

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On 1/24/2020 at 9:53 AM, ppbenn said:

Holy fuck! That was an incredibly hot story to read.

Yay! Thanks lol 

On 1/24/2020 at 4:50 PM, YourFNF said:

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? Lol

5 hours ago, littleTomás said:

Very hot and well written. If there’s a part two then it’ll be the story of my life: diapers and never cuming (minus the chastity cage).

Thank you! Lolol

[Wannatripbaby]

Oh wow! That was... *tugs collar* is it getting a little warm in here? >\\\\\\\<

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2 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Oh wow! That was... *tugs collar* is it getting a little warm in here? >\\\\\\\<

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[Diaperingdaddy]

Great story I look forward to seeing how her weeks go

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Hey ya'll, it's been awhile! Hope everyone is staying safe and sane; I actually finished this chapter awhile ago. It isn't really wrapped up well, but I wanted to post, and since I'll be doing another chapter, I figured it was okay!

( I forgot to actually just post the 2nd part here! Oof!)

Be well 

 

False Part ll 

 

Mommy’s forearm rested against the small of my back, pinning me across her lap. 

My breathing was all ragged from the arousal and anticipation; she knew good and well spankings weren’t much of a punishment for me, no matter how much it hurt. 

 

She began to tug my shorts down, humming in sadistic excitement. I began to wiggle around, scared of what Mommy would do if she found me wet--

 

“Danika. I think you’ve been naughty enough for one night..stay still and take your punishment.” She resumed pulling down my shorts.

 

I whimpered and started to cover my face in embarrassment when I could *feel* the strands of wetness peeling away from my crotch as she tugged; I was sodden, humiliated, and needy--just how she liked me. 

 

As Mommy pulled my shorts to my ankles and proceeded to chuck them across the room, I almost thought that she didn’t see my arousal...or at the very least, was deciding to ignore it. But, I was wrong.

 

“Someone has been enjoying herself, hasn’t she?” Mommy teased me, trailing the wetness all around my outer lips.

 

“It..It isn’t my fault…” I muttered quietly into her thigh.

 

I could almost sense the smirk spreading across her face, even though I couldn’t see her. 

 

I softly began to pant again as she cupped, squished, and played with me. It was great...but it was torture. Realistically, she only did so for about a minute, but it honestly felt like forever to me. My face was firmly pressed into her pant-leg to muffle any noise I made; unfortunately, with my mouth being open for so long, I did begin to drool. Which made me feel even more out of control.

 

There I laid, soft and small--forced against my Mommy’s lap; drooling like some rabid animal. I felt absolutely childish and pathetic, and I reveled in it.

She slowly withdrew her hand from in between my thighs, wiping off my wetness on me in the process. I knew not to protest, even though it was filthy, and it was demeaning--Mommy treated me like this because she knew I adored it.

 

“We’re starting now.” Mommy began to softly rub and caress my bottom.

 

“You know the drill. You count, and we’re going until you cry-- and Danika, do *not* forget your manners, or you won’t be cumming for a month.” She said, chipper as ever.

 

I knew for a fact she wasn’t bluffing. I whimpered out my affirmation, biting my lip in excitement. 

 

Mommy typically likes to spank until I cry because she knows I love it.. but she also knows I hate it. I was going to be soggy and ruined by the end of my spanking, however, I was also going to be sufficiently regressed enough for me to go back into my diapies.  

 

I felt the pressure of her palm leave my butt in preparation. As Mommy poised her hand above me, my breath caught in my throat. I literally felt like I was going to explode.

 

Then, she swung down. I felt the sting and the jiggle of my tushie as she prepped for the next swing. 

 

However, I was sure to moan out a strangled, “ One. --Thank you Mommy.” before she continued on. I was already hyperventilating and rubbing my legs together by the fifth blow, and by the twentieth I was openly wailing in pain and arousal.

 

I felt so powerless, I felt so little, I felt so good.

I knew I needed to be punished, and I was going to be begging for her to stop by the end.

 

I definitely was starting to feel myself lose control over my emotions as she neared the forties;it was getting harder for Mommy to pin me down, as I was squirming and thrashing. I was biting my lip in an attempt to keep my tears at bay as well. 

I once made it to sixty, and I wanted to do it again. My butt stung for days after, but it hurt so good--and it was a reminder for me to behave myself. If Mommy whipped out the paddle, I couldn’t take much before I was reduced to a blubbering baby, but that was the charm of it.

 

I balled my fists up and continued counting and thanking her. I felt the heat on my bottom, and despite the pain--I could feel the stickiness coating my inner thighs. I was only able to get a little above fifty when I couldn’t take anymore.

 

“M-Mommy it hurts! I-I can’t, I can’t anymore!” I began to sob and kick my legs around.

 

“I’ll be good!! I promise!! I’ll listen..no more cookies! P-Please!” I got lost in the pain as I continued my whining.

 

She could most likely *feel* my tears soaking her fancy pajama bottoms by now.

 

“Ohhh, Dani-girl--what are we going to do with you??” Mommy stopped mid-stroke, and began to softly rub my bottom. 

 

I was heaving and whimpering as she let me up from her lap. Mommy sat me upright and pulled me between her legs, cradling me and kissing my forehead.

 

“You are such a good girl, telling Mommy you were sorry..” I was actively nuzzling Mommy by now, and clambering to get as deep into her arms as possible.

 

I sniffled and looked up at her as she pecked me on the forehead again.

 

“I...I really am sorry Mommy. I should’ve listened to you.” I laid my head in the crook of her neck as I played with her hair.

 

“...I was being a brat..” I admitted softly.

 

She chuckled softly and began to rub my back.

 

“Well..I know that of course. I *do* know you can’t help it sometimes, but that's why I’m here to remind you….and take advantage of your brattiness.”

 

I groaned and let out a small giggle. My cheeks were damp, my nose was stuffy, and my eyes felt a tad swollen. However, my butt was suffering the most, sitting in her lap stung and felt way too warm and prickly.

 

“I love when you’re all soft like this though...I love my *little* girl the most. Such a sweet thing..” Mommy began to pepper me in kisses as I snorted and shifted around on my tender bottom.

 

We sat like that for awhile. Me playing with her hair, nuzzled in close--while she cooed at me and rubbed my back. After I felt a bit more calm, Mommy instructed me to sit on the couch while she gathered some supplies.

As soon as she left the room, I began to rub my aching butt--which sent tingles up my spine. I did so to soothe myself, but I also did it because it turned me on. For the most part, I did sit on the couch and wait, just like Mommy wanted though.

 

Mommy soon returned. She had ditched her robe and was now only wearing her silk pajama bottoms, along with a plain camisole. Even though she’d sloppily threw her hair into a bun, she still looked pretty, (and domineering) as ever.

 

As she returned to me, she stooped down to spread out the things she’d collected. 

On the carpet there lied a bottle of baby powder, my changing mat, wipes, and of course--my diaper. The diaper was adorable; printed with small teddy bears; my wipes and powder also happened to be scented. Looking and feeling little was great, but smelling little was even better.

 

The soft scents comforted me in a unique way that nothing else really ever could. Mommy knew I liked to smell like a baby, so she typically got me the lavender scented powder and wipes. She’d use them to wipe my hands, my face-- any area that needed cleaning.

 

Somehow, she also grabbed me a small bottle of chocolate milk--even though I didn’t hear her go into the kitchen. That was almost as exciting as getting diapered. Mommy probably saw my eyes go wide as soon as I noticed the chocolate milk, hence why she began to scold me.

“Now Dani, you’re lucky I’m even letting you have this, *this* late at night. But you seemed like you worked up a little sweat during your spanking, so you must be thirsty.” She kneeled down on the floor, starting to fold open the nearby diaper.

 

As she continued, she began to lay out my changing mat. It was a light lilac color, printed with white polka dots. Mommy had ordered me many of the changing mats I had from online.

 

“Diaper first, then milk. I’m only rewarding you because thus far, you seem to be doing…’decent’ with your punishment.” I fluttered my eyelids in an attempt to stop my eyes from rolling.

 

“--And I mean, you’re going to be in for it. You’ve got a long night and a long couple of weeks ahead of you. So, what type of Mommy would *I* be if a wasn’t at least a tad sympathetic.” She droned on jokingly. 

 

Even though she was being way over the top, I nodded in agreement with everything she said; just hoping to get my milk soon. 

 

Mommy then patted the carpet next to her, and I obliged. Slowly shifting off the couch, I laid down on the soft mat in front of her. I still had no bottoms on, making her job easier. Mommy knelt in front of me, softly grasping me by the ankles and starting to lift my legs up. 

 

As always, I didn’t know where to look or what to do with my arms. I was always shy during changes, it never failed; it was annoying to me, but Mommy definitely got a kick out of it.

 

[ppbenn]

A great addition. Thank you.

[Wannatripbaby]

Oh my, this is good stuff! ???