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Literature
The Potty Draining Chart - Day 1
“What the fuck?” Shock and fury battled for control of Nicole’s mind. First, she felt only a startled sense of confusion: (How?) And then the dawning, horrified realization: (Oh, that’s how.) And finally, anger at the betrayal: (How could she think this was funny?) Nicole had wet the bed, for the first time she could remember. There was no denying it–she’d soaked her pajama pants, her covers, her sheets, and she could even feel the soggy squelch coming up from her mattress. She simply wasn’t a bedwetter, but she also knew this was no fluke, no coincidence or bit of bad luck. This had to be her fault. Vanessa was a prankster sometimes, sure, but this was beyond the pale. So, she rushed across her room, stormed into the hall, and pounded a fist on her roommate/hall neighbor’s door. “V, what is wrong with you?” It took five seconds of furious knocking before she heard a confused, “I’m coming, Nicky, just gimme a sec…” Standing there, Nicole let her anger simmer until Vanessa opened
Literature
Wrath
“No! No! No!” Lisa screeched, pumping her fists impotently and stomping her feet like a petulant toddler. A thick disposable diaper crinkled noisily between her legs. “I’m not gonna wear them anymore! I’m not! You can’t do this to me! “I need the toilet now, so get out of my way! I’m a CEO! I’m your boss!” “Not anymore, Lisa,” said her former assistant. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he took in the sight of his nightmare of an ex-boss throwing an absurd tantrum, her usual expensive suit swapped for a bulky adult nappy and nothing else. “You lost your position, remember? Now you’re just my little dependent. And I’ve decided that you need regular discipline. I know from experience that nappies are the best way. My mum used diaper discipline on my older sister when we were growing up, and nothing sweetened her attitude more than having to go uh-oh in her undies and ask for changes.” “You can’t discipline me!” Lisa screamed. “I’m an adult! I don’t need to be disciplined!” “Oh
Literature
Grounded (AB/DL Micro-Fic)
You'd been grounded. Grounded. For a month. Like some kind of fussy kid who talked back to mom. And, well...that description isn't exactly wrong, except that you were old enough to rent a car and you'd talked back to Mommy. And unlike 'Mom', Mommy had no problem playing her punishments dirty. You couldn't go out, not for anything fun. You could go to work, and come home, and that was it. The parental controls she put on the wifi, that was another matter. You could text, you could call, but the internet was a tool only accessible through her laptop, and only with her supervision. Even the TV was blocked; Mommy had changed her Netflix password. The real punishment was the chastity - she'd locked you up on day one, and outside of carefully supervised cleanup times, you'd have to say a long goodbye to your naughty bits. Worst of all, though, was Mommy's solution to make sure you were obedient when she wasn't there to watch you. The honor system wouldn't cut it. Mommy wanted to
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You say its inspired by a rocket manatee picture/... can i ask which one?