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Thursday, February 16, 2012

Mama's Girl: Friday

Been working on this one off and on for a while now, finished the first part in a wild burst of energy last night.  It’s the first of three parts; not sure if I want to continue this or Adult Entertainment, so here’s what I’ll do: the story that gets the most comments, here or via e-mail, will be continued first. So if you like it, be sure to comment.



Natalie Portman as Kim


     The subway rocked under her feet—Kim shifted nervously and checked her watch, feeling her stomach roll. She was only a few hours late, but she knew it was still tempting fate. She knew she should have phoned home first, but her friend Beth had been there and she didn’t want to look ridiculous in front of her… after all, how many girls her age had to phone their mommies before they went for a few drinks after work?
     She was now beginning to regret her willfulness, though… the weekend was coming up, and she had a date with Nick the next night. The last thing she wanted was to be grounded. She saw her cheeks color red in the window of the subway car. Unconsciously, she reached back and touched her bottom, rubbing it a bit through the seat of her trousers as she wondered how many girls her age were still turned over their mother’s knees and given a bare bottom spanking for perceived misbehavior. Not to mention her mother’s more… unorthodox methods of behavior modification.
       She felt her belly roll again-- touched it gently. She sighed and prayed it wasn’t happening again, prayed it was only the alcohol disagreeing with her. With a chill, Kim felt her bowels begin to stir. She rubbed her stomach, hoping to sooth it, but it was no use. She clenched her butt-cheeks tightly and hoped she’d be able to make it home. She was almost to her stop, and from there it was only a block and a half home.
     But by the time she reached her station, she knew it wasn’t meant to be… She was desperate, flexing her glutes tightly and shifting in place as subtly as possible. She hated using public restrooms, but she’d learned over the years (she shivered, trying not to think of her many embarrassing accidents) that at a cretin point, she had to put her pride aside and find the nearest toilet.
     The doors slid open; Kim was one of the first on the platform. She rushed, pushing her small, slender body through the crowd. She was a tiny girl, little over five feet, and she had to fight especially hard to make it through the crowds at rush hour.
     Her urge increased. Clenching her buttocks tightly, Kim pushed her way through the crowd as best as she could. She reached back and discreetly pressed her palm against her butt-crack. Her insides gurgled incessantly and she knew she was on the verge of an accident. She was hot now in spite of the cold air—she pushed a lock of hair out of her face. She broke into a wide grin when she saw the ladies room door.
      “Excuse me!” she exclaimed, pushing her way through the crowd. “Pardon me! Oh, please let me through!” She pushed through the door, her desperation entering its final phase. She pressed her palm against her bottom tightly… it was going to be a photo finish.
     There was a group of women about her age standing at the mirror, chatting and fixing their make-up. Blushing, Kim rushed past them. They were the sort of girls who’d always intimidated her in school, always bigger than her, and impossibly mature. She put a lot of time and effort into her make-up and clothes, trying to make herself seem more adult, but the truth was, Kim had always felt like a little girl trying to play dress up and blend into the adult world-- like no matter how hard she tried, it was never good enough… she could never compete with women who were so much more effortlessly mature than she was.
     She rushed past them, blushing when she realized they were all so much taller than she was. What are they, she thought, hurrying into the stall , models? The girls looked up and stared as she ran past and slammed the stall behind her.
     Locking the door, Kim threw her purse to the floor, and began frantically undoing her pants. She tugged them down, revealing a pair of cotton candy pink little-girl brief style panties beneath, the kind a six year old would wear, covered in little rainbows.
     There was a knock outside, almost making Kim jump out of her skin. “Everything ok in there?” It must’ve been one of the women from the sink, her voice full of concern. By way of response, Kim spun and slammed her rear-end down on the toilet.
     Once, Kim had gone to see a movie with her friend Beth. In one scene, two boys were chased into the girl’s bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. She remembered how everyone around her brayed in laughter when a pair of pretty girls came in, went into the stalls on opposite sides of the heroes, and began having noisy diarrhea- how she blushed and cringed as Beth and everyone else howled, watching the boys react in horror while the girls played “Battleshits,” farting and plopping and filling the toilet, knowing that it was not unlike how she often sounded when she suffered what her mother referred to as one of her “flare ups”.
     It was all she could think of now as her ass exploded loudly; she grunted involuntarily as she lost control, farting a loose, sloppy mess into the bowl beneath her.
     “Oh my God!” cried the voice just outside the door, busting into laughter along with her friends. Kim struggled to hold it; clenching her cheeks, crossing her ankles, and straining, with all her might, trying to keep from embarrassing herself any further.
     But the cramps were incessant, and Kim gave a cry as she farted and gushed a torrent of diarrhea into the water. The women outside the stall broke into shocked laughter as Kim played a one-woman game of Battleshits, farting and splattering and plopping loudly into the bowl. Outside the women roared with laughter as Kim erupted flatulently into the toilet, uncontrollably voiding her bowels into the water below. She tapped her feet, gasped and grunted, unleashing another round of violent farting and splashing. The stench hit her—she nearly fainted with embarrassment when one of the women outside the stall said “Ew! Smells like something died in here!”  This couldn’t possibly get any worse.
     “Oh my God!” She heard one of them shriek, “Look at her panties!”
     Kim quickly glanced down. She realized her pink little girl panties had been stretched tightly between her ankles, visible the entire time! She shifted uncomfortably and involuntarily farted out another mudslide.
     “Uh! C’mon girls, let’s go!”
     They quickly left. Kim remained seated for another five minutes, but the worst was over. She reached for the toilet paper.
     Her blood ran cold: There were only about 4 squares left on the roll—not nearly enough to clean up after the mess she just made. She tore them off, wiped as carefully as she could, but it was no use. She rooted through her purse, searching for Kleenex or old receipts—something, anything to clean her ass with. Finding nothing, she checked the time on her phone, felt her heart sink—now she was really late. She decided to bite the bullet—flushing, she rose and carefully tugged up her pants and panties. Her stomach rolled—she was still gooey and messy between her cheeks, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now. She could only hope Mommy wouldn’t perform a panty inspection when she got home. Kim pulled up her pants and exited the stall, washed her hands quickly and exited the room.

     She tried to ignore it, but her buttcrack was so itchy. Kim resisted the urge, but finally, about a block from home, she realized it was driving her insane. She reached around and gave a brief, but frantic scratch through her pants, blushing grimly when she realized a truly massive skidmark would be developing in the seat of her pretty panties.
     She practically ran toward the elevator in her building. She stepped inside and quickly hit the button for the top floor. Her rump was itching like mad—she reached behind and scratched again as the doors closed.

     Kim closed the door quietly behind her. The apartment was dark and still, and for a moment, she thought she was home-free… maybe her mother had gone out, or was visiting a neighbor. Maybe she could go to the toilet, clean up quickly and slip on some sweats, toss her stained panties down the incinerator, and be back before—
     “Well, well.”
     Her mother’s voice behind her nearly gave Kim a heart attack. She spun, finding herself face to face with her mother.
     It wasn’t that she was a stern woman. Most of the time she was quite loving and supportive to her daughter, carefully regulating Kim’s dietary needs and monitoring her digestive condition. Kim’s mother had once been an eminent doctor, but she’d left it all behind to take care of Kim and study her rare digestive  condition full time. She literally dedicated her life to her daughter.
     Which I guess is why, Kim reflected, staring into her mother’s angry eyes, she keeps me on such a short leash.
     It was true. Her mother had a strict set of rules, she kept her daughter’s life carefully ordered, and she maintained discipline like a drill sergeant, spanking and grounding Kim  like a teenager for the slightest infraction.
     In fact, truth be told, she had some very unique punishments that she was always willing to implement. She was a slight woman, not much bigger than her daughter, but when she was angry, her eyes went small and dark.
     “Nice of you to join me, finally,” she said, keeping her fury out of her voice. “Nothing to say for yourself?” she asked after a moment. “Where were you young lady?”
     “I went out with Beth,” Kim said quietly.
     “Why didn’t you call?”
     “It was only for a little while, mama,” she whispered.
     “It doesn’t matter sweetheart, you know the rule. You call mommy if you’re not coming straight home from work.” She tilted her head and inspected her. Kim panicked, knowing she could read the guilt on her face. “What’s wrong? C’mon, Kim, out with it: I know there’s something you aren’t telling me.”
     But she could only stare at the floor. “Were you drinking? You know how that upsets your condition, sweetie.” Silence. Kim shifted, blushing, feeling like a naughty little girl, not the young woman that she was. Her mother sighed. “Well, whatever’s wrong, you better hope I don’t find out young lady, because you’re already going to get a spanking before bed tonight for not calling me like that… I was very worried.”
     Kim rolled her eyes and stomped her foot. Her mother put her hands on her hips and snapped: “do you think I’m being unfair, little girl?” she reached around and swatted Kim’s bottom, making her hop and yelp. “You know what? Take down those pants, princess—it’s time for a panty inspection.”
     Kim groaned, but complied, slowly sliding off her shoes. This was what she’d been dreading; if there was a skidmark on the seat of her panties (and there almost certainly was) and her mom saw it (which she almost certainly would) a spanking would be the least of her problems; She’d most likely be grounded all weekend, which meant at very least she wasn’t going to be seeing Nick tomorrow. She undid her pants and slid them down her slender legs, fuming again at the ridiculousness of a woman her age being spanked and grounded. She thought about complaining again, but realized it would probably earn her a longer spanking, and possibly another weekend grounded.
     Finally, Kim stood in front of her mother in her shirttails, panties and socks. Her mother barked “hands on head!’ Kim complied without thinking, blushing furiously as her mother took a walk around her, inspecting her panties from the outside. “Ok, sweet-pea: Take them down for mommy now.”
     Kim sighed and tugged her pretty pink panties with the pretty little rainbows that any second grade girl would be pleased to own down over her firm tushy, letting them fall inside out, and pulled them tight between her knees to keep them from falling. She returned her hands to the top of her head and blushed furiously as her mother turned her critical gaze to the inside of her panties. Kim squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the gasp behind her. “Young Lady!” her mother uttered, giving her a series of stinging spanks to her bare, quivering bottom, making Kim hop in place absurdly with her panties around her knees. “Look at this stain!” she said, cracking her palm against Kim’s jiggling buns. “Utterly disgraceful, Little Girl!”
     “Mommy! OW! Wait, please listen! OWIE!” Kim begged, tears springing to her eyes. “My tummy got upset and I had to use the potty at the train station, and there was no toilet-paper—OW OW OUCH OW!” she cried as her mother landed a flurry of smacks to her bare bottom.
     “A likely story! You aggravated your condition with alcohol, then you were too drunk and lazy to wipe yourself properly!
     “No mommy, it wasn’t like that! OW!” She squealed as her mother landed one final spank, then tugged her panties down, letting them fall around her ankles.
     “Just look at the state of these!” her mother cried, holding up the panties inside out to show Kim the thick swath of poop in her pretty pink panties; a wide, brown stain that ran down almost the entire length of the seat. Kim cringed in humiliation.
     “Get that little bottom into the bathroom, young lady.”  Kim yelped as her mom swatted her bare backside. She ran full speed down the hall, her derriere jiggling wildly behind her the entire way.
     She stood on the cool tile and stared at herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, blushing at the sight of her pink butt peeking out from under her shirt, reflected in the medicine chest. Her mother entered a tossed the panties into the garbage. “Those are coming out of your allowance, young lady.” Kim fumed at being reminded that her mother paid her an allowance out of her own bank account.  “Strip,” she ordered.
     Kim complied, removing the shirt. Soon she stood before her mother, completely naked. “Bend over the tub.”
     She did, presenting the pale pink heart of her bottom for inspection. She yelped as her mom swatted her, leaving a handprint on her rump. “Spread your legs.” Kim complied and flushed bright red as she heard her mother tear off a few sheets of toilet paper and felt her slip the wad into her crack and press it against her anus. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out in shame as her mother wiped her butt like a toddler. She discarded the original wad in the toilet and pulled off another. Wipe, wipe, wipe. She paused to check. “Oh what a messy baby,” she chided gently, discarding the wipe and tearing off another. Kim’s eyes crossed with embarrassment as her mother took yet another crack at wiping her butt for her.
     Her mom began to fill the bathtub. She sat Kim on the edge of the tub and brushed her hair. Nude, Kim took in deep breaths, sucking the warm steam into her lungs and tried to relax, tried not to think about what would be coming next. Her mom held her hand and helped her up. Stepping into the water, Kim lowered herself slowly. The water was just on the verge of being too hot—exactly the way she liked it. 
     She sank down into the warm broth and tried to relax. Her mother took a soft wash-cloth, squirted some liquid soap onto it, and worked up a good lather, before she began washing Kim’s back and arms. The girl flushed crimson as she lifted her rump to allow her mother and her invasive washcloth access to her buttcrack and anus, which she cleaned vigorously. Shamefully, Kim realized she was getting aroused, especially when mom reached around and began scrubbing her pussy. She giggled as the rag tickled her belly; her mother’s clinical demeanor slipping, she allowed herself a grin and tickled her daughter’s tummy, then her armpits, before moving onto her breasts. Kim shut her eyes and wriggled her toes, determined not to show her arousal. She focused on the spanking she was probably minutes away from getting, the thought cooling her desire to a low simmer. Finally, her mother announced they were done and pulled the plug. Standing before her, lovely and nude, her body glowing a delicious pink, Kim’s mom dried her off with a big fluffy towel. She squealed and giggled, the ultra-soft fibers tickling her entire body.
     At last, Kim stood before her beaming mother in her birthday suit. She blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor, covering her crotch shyly. “Now young lady,” she said with a wolfish grin, “I want you to march that little tushy into my room and wait quietly on the bed until I get there. Go on—scat!”
     She turned Kim toward the door and delivered a hard slap to her rump. Kim yelped and bolted from the room, running bare-naked down the hall. Her mother grinned as she watched her daughter’s adorable bare rump jiggle its way down the hall and disappear into her bedroom. She turned and went to work cleaning the bathroom.
     Kim sighed, throwing her naked body onto her mother’s bed, shivering as her flesh, still radiating warmth from her bath, hit the cool bedspread. She stretched and rolled over on her back, wriggling her bare bottom on the cool, slick sheets. She felt so strange-- almost giddy, as though she were drunk. She cast her gaze to the corner of the room, to the oversized crib right next to her mother’s bed-- more of a single bed with bars and a door. Where I’ll probably be sleeping tonight, she thought with a pout.
     She flipped over on her belly, shivering when her nipples made contact with the cool, smooth bedspread, and hardened beneath her.
     She heard the door open behind her. Kim didn’t look, trying to deny the inevitable. Her mother crossed the room and sat next to her. Kim felt her mom’s fingers in her hair gently. “Pretty baby…” She bent down and kissed her daughter’s cheek sweetly. “You’re still my pretty little baby, aren’t you?” Kim moaned, but her mother giggled, reaching out and giving her daughter’s soft bare rump a squeeze. “Yes you are! You’re always going to be mama’s pretty little baby.” She patted Kim’s bare rump firmly. “Alright, sweetheart,” she said kindly but firmly,” it’s time to face the music. Stand up. Come on, let’s go,” she encouraged, giving her bottom another firm pat. Groaning, Kim complied.
     She stood in front of her mother, naked and quivering, utterly at her mercy. “Mama, please,” she begged softly, but her mother simply shushed her.
     “C’mon, darling; over my knee right now,” she ordered firmly, barely suppressing a smirk as the girl lowered her naked body across her lap. Kim groaned, knowing she must look exceedingly silly across her mom’s lap with her bare butt stuck up in the air behind her, perfectly presented for a spanking. Her mother tapped her bare cheeks firmly, making her buns wobble.
     She began the spanking, firmly applying her palm to Kim’s squirming backside in even measured strokes, making her pout and squirm. Kim tried to take her punishment stoically, but soon she was kicking and howling as her mom first turned her tushy a mouth-watering pink, then a sore, angry red.  Kim wriggled and whined, but her mother had a firm grip on her—there would be no escaping this punishment for her whiny little brat of a daughter. She smirked and stepped up the pace of the spanking, really making Kim kick and scream. In a last, desperate attempt to save her ass, she thrust her palm back to cover herself. Her mother simply took her wrist and pinned her hand at the small of her back. Her daughter now immobilized, she took a moment to rub and squeeze her little bottom before launching into the final salvo of spanks, delivered quick and hard and all at once, designed to take her to her limits. Kim scissored her feet in the air behind her and yowled, her mother really blistering her backside, making her cheeks wobble and turn red.  Kim squeezed her eyes shut and fought back tears, unable to stop a single droplet from trickling down her cheeks and onto the bedspread…
     And then, just as she was about to go over her limit and start bawling, it was over. Kim hung limply over her mother’s lap, her bottom radiating stinging, prickling heat. She lay like a rag-doll, oo-ing and ah-ing softly to herself as her mother caressed her hot pink tushy, squeezing and patting the downy soft cheeks. “Stand up baby,” she commanded softly.
     Kim climbed to her feet and stood before her mother, naked and vulnerable, feeling smaller than usual. Her mother watched her with just the smallest hint of a smirk; Kim covered her pussy bashfully; she could feel both sets of cheeks glowing with a different type of heat in the dim light. Her mother patted her thigh. “Come sit in my lap, baby,” she said softly, holding out her arms toward her. Slowly, as though she were hypnotized, Kim crossed the space between them and sat her small, naked body in her mother’s lap. She felt her mother’s arms enfold her in their embrace, pulling her into the woman’s warm bosom. She felt one of her arms adjust, felt a warm hand on her well spanked tushy, rubbing and patting soothingly.
     She suddenly realized she was crying. She pulled herself even closer and let go, sobbing into her mother’s warm embrace.

     After she finally stopped crying, they just sat there and cuddled for a while. When she was finally calmed, her mother patted her rump and said the words she’d been dreading: “Ok, sweetheart, let’s get you ready for bed.”
     She stood and kneaded her sore bottom, waiting for her mother to rise before spreading herself out on the bed again, stretching down onto her belly like a cat, her bare, spanked bottom jutting into the air behind her. She lay perfectly still, her mother bustling about the room around her, gathering Kim’s sleepwear.  She felt the bed depress when her mother sat next to her. “I’m going to take your temperature,” she whispered softly, making Kim cringe with embarrassment. Moments later, she felt a finger coated in gel gently going in between her cheeks, greasing her sensitive little anus. And then, suddenly, there was the thermometer pushing its way home. She gasped and fought the urge to clench, the cool glass tube making her shiver and wriggle and feel all tickly inside. She realized she was getting aroused again, but tried to fight it.
     A few minutes crawled by. Kim willed herself to lie perfectly still the cold instrument in her rear-end making the rest of her body feel even warmer in contrast. Her mother cupped her crack, the thermometer sticking out from between her fingers.
    She grunted as, without warning, the thermometer was pulled from her bottom. Her mother pronounced her temperature to be slightly elevated. “Probably just from the bath,” she declared, setting the thermometer aside, “but just the same, I think its best you take it easy for a couple of days”
     Kim’s heart sank, even though she’d been expecting the next announcement since she’d left the bar earlier in the evening—another lifetime ago for Kim.
     “You’re grounded young lady,” her mother announced firmly. Kim groaned, her mother ignored her and rolled her naked daughter onto her back. “Until Monday morning at least.”
     That’s a relief, She thought with a sigh, lifting her legs high into the air at her mother’s command to allow her to sprinkle talc onto her upturned bottom. She sighed as it was patted in; she hated to admit it, but it did sooth the sting of the spanking.
     She felt her mother take her legs and lift them into the air. Her bottom was lowered—not to the cool, slippery surface of the bedspread, but to the thick, thirsty pads of a diaper. The padding was pulled up between her legs and taped in place expertly. Kim sighed and sat up, looking down to find herself in diapers once again. “Arms up!” Kim complied and found herself in an ultra short baby doll nighty with a slit in the back for easy diaper checks. “Open!” a pacifier was pushed between her lips. “Now hold still…” her mother ordered, banding her hair up in pig-tails.
     Finished, her mother stood back and beamed proudly at her handy-work. From the bed, Kim stared back, dazed. The contrast between her beautiful, obviously adult features and body and her infantile clothes created a disorienting effect. It was almost like she wasn’t real.
     “You look adorable!” her mother cooed. She sat next to Kim on the bed and wrapped her arms around her. “Here,” she said pulling Kim to her feet, “let me have a look at you!” Kim reluctantly got to her feet, turning and posing and putting on a little fashion show for her grinning mother. With her sexy bare legs and heart-breakingly lovely features, she could have been a model, but the big, fluffy diaper and cute little girl dress made her look like nothing but an overgrown baby. She fidgeted with her hem and sucked her soother. She felt so small and helpless.
     “OK, honey, bedtime.” Kim’s mom rose from the bed, unlatched and opened the door in the side of her crib. Kim pouted, but her mother was firm; “come on, Kim—bedtime.” She took the girls hand firmly and led her toward the crib, ushering her through the door with a couple of pats to her padded backside.  She closed and latched the door behind her. Kim clutched the bars and looked out at her mother pleadingly. She laughed and tickled her daughter under her chin through the bars. “Sweet dreams, princess,” she grinned. “Mommy’s going to watch some TV; I’ll be back in a bit.” She turned off the light and shut the door.
     In the dark, Kim pouted and sat back on the mattress. Now what?
     She reclined with a sigh, settling in amongst the stuffed animals to pout about her helplessness. Was this her destiny? How long would she live like this—suspended between womanhood and infancy? Maybe she really was nothing but a helpless big baby, grown old, but not grown up.
     She reached down the front of her diaper and began playing with herself.

Part Two


  1. I really enjoyed this story, though I'm not sure if I'd prefer to see it or Adult Entertainment continued first... So I guess whichever one "wins" is fine with me!

  2. Must say I am liking this story quite abit cannot wait to read the next chapter. Very well thought out.

  3. I like both stories, but this is the one I'd like you to continue first.