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Sometimes a spanking just cannot wait until you get the little brat indoors!

Charlotte’s Mummy has had a phone call from the headmistress,and has been to collect her naughty daughter, who has been suspended for a week!

Jeff was gone for a minute or two, and I just sat there on the couch, holding my knees together. Every time I shifted my weight, I felt another reminder of the crinkly plastic beneath my skirt.

He put me in a diaper. He put me in a diaper and he expected me to just wait there for him while he prepared some tests where I was supposed to prove that I was an adult. As I sat there, could feel my frustration start to grow, my anger smoldering hotter and hotter.

Why was I even playing this game?

All of a sudden, this whole thing seemed really stupid. I felt dumb for playing along, so I stood up. I looked around, feeling a lot like a caged animal in search of escape from my confines. I didn’t know where to go; I didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, glanced down, slowly lifted my skirt, and I peeked back over at the doorway. Jeff could come back at any second, and my heart fluttered a little bit at the thought, but I need to show my fiancé that he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just control me.

I wasn’t some doll for him to play with.

Determination set, I tore away the strips of tape that held my diaper in place. Then I pulled the whole thing out from beneath me and I wrapped it up and tossed into the trash. At this exact moment, Jeff came in, a bottle of formula in hand.

He paused it there, and for one glorious moment, I luxuriated in the fact that I had shown him that he couldn’t actually do this. He couldn’t turn me into some little girl, some plaything. I was going to be his wife, so he had to listen to me. He had to give up some of his power. Perhaps all of it.

I grinned at him, feeling like a little kid who had just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I hadn’t even thrown the wadded up diaper away yet.

Jeff cocked his head to one side, but he didn’t say a word. The silence was probably worse than any declaration he could have made. I stood there, brought my heels together, and I felt myself lowering my gaze.

A different sort of embarrassment flooded through me. How could he make me feel this way? How can you make me think I’d done something wrong when he was the one who had punished me so severely?

Jeff went over to the couch again. He sat down and gave his lap a little pat, just enough to convey his meaning. I was to get across his lap, presumably for spanking. I swallowed, thinking that the last time he had done this, and my whole body quivered with nervousness.

“I don’t want to,” I said pathetically.

“It doesn’t matter. You are a naughty girl, and you need a punishment. The longer you wait, the worse it will get,” he promised.

I nibbled on my lip again before taking the short steps over to his lap. I climbed down onto the couch and across his legs. Bracing my chin on the armrest, I stared ahead, waiting for his touch. He could make me feel so good when he wanted to, yet this time I was certain that he was going to make it hurt. It was going to sting, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Jeff started to pet me, pressing my bottom. He lifted up my skirt in one smooth motion then dropped his palm back down, striking me hard.

The rush of pain darted through my skin, and I gritted my teeth, doing my best not to make a sound. I didn’t want to come off this week. I didn’t want him to think that I would simply buckle and fold because he had started to spank me. But then his hand came down again, faster than anticipated.

He spanked me in a flurry, his hand moving from one bare cheek to the other. I could feel my butt turned bright red under his command. He kept spanking me, and the stinging grew worse until I let out a little yelp. Then my defenses crumbled, and I was whimpering, struggling as he counted out each spanking.

He made it all the way up to twenty when he finally stopped.

He ordered me to get back down on the floor, and I didn’t have the strength to resist. I crawled over to the middle of the living room and I lay down on my back, knowing perfectly well what he was going to do. I had dropped the diaper from before, and he unfolded it again.

He wrapped it back around me and secured the taped sides. “You know, I thought that maybe you really were ready to be a big girl. But clearly you’re not if you can’t do something as simple as wait for me. From now on, you’re going to stay just like this. And if you complain, I’m going to put the pacifier back in your mouth.“ He sounded disappointed, yet I could hear that little note of amusement in his voice.

Jeff may have been pretending to hate this, but some part of him definitely enjoyed the power he could now wield over me.

I opened my mouth, determined to argue with him. Okay, so maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should have said please stood there or waited for him like a good girl, but he couldn’t put me back in diapers. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t!

Before I could even utter a single word, he pulled up the pacifier and shoved it back in my mouth. Right away, I could feel the same adhesive around my lips. It locked the dribble shield against my mouth, effectively muzzling me.

I glowered at him, my eyes narrowed with anger, but he just gave me a little pat on the head, something meant to calm me down. “Now that we have that settled, I think you need another bottle,” Jeff told me. He picked me back up and brought me over to the couch. He set me back down across his lap and he held me close. I kept waiting for him to remove the pacifier, but he decided not to. Even as the bottle waited on the nightstand, he kept me there, helpless, waiting for the moment when he decided to start to feed me again.

Trapped there in his lap, I didn’t struggle. For the moment, I knew he had won.

The door to the family restroom shut. Miranda knew then that her fate was sealed. What was he going to do? She knew a spanking was coming. But why had he picked out those other items? He laid them on the provided changing table, then turned to his wife.

“Skirt and panties down, now,” he said with the snap of his finger.

She was shaking. It was actually happening!

Obedience got the best of her. She realized she should not push him. She had already done so, and it hadn’t worked out well! She was dreading the spanking. But, those other items…

What was going on?

“Ben,” she said as tears began to stream down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

His arm was around her waist, holding her securely in place. The wooden spoon was in his left hand.

“Bend over,” he commanded. More tears fell from her eyes. She bent over, noticing the tears splashing to the tile floor below. She felt the heavy spoon tap her bottom. He had stopped in the kitchen ware section first, before retrieving the other items.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

The irritated husband released a volley of spanks on his wife’s bottom. The spoon sent shockwaves of pain through her already reddened bottom, causing her to shift from foot to foot. It hurt so badly! But he continued to spank her without mercy. Why had she tested him?

She couldn’t control her sobbing. Everyone within a few feet of the restroom probably heard the humiliating discipline! But, he continued to deliver a truly punishing spanking that seemed to go on forever. He held her so firmly. It stung and she wanted it to end, but part of her was grateful that he was finally taking charge. Part of the naughty wife was happy to learn there was a limit! She was not in control. Sure, she pretended as if she wanted to be, but the truth was she wanted a strong husband who would lead her and correct her. Now, her deepest desires were coming true. Fantasies she had only dreamed about were becoming reality. She was a disciplined wife, and although it hurt, it felt wonderful all at the same time!

The spanking continued for another minute. Blow by punishing blow, Miranda took the discipline with a newfound respect for her husband. Even with all that was happening, she realized it was a major turning point in their relationship. Things were going to be different. There was hope after all.

But the warm feelings temporarily faded after the spanking came to a halt. Phase two of her punishment was beginning, and it was even worse than the spoon.

“You can say goodbye to big girl underwear, for now,” Ben said as he picked her panties up from the floor. He smiled and shook his head in a taunting manor as he took his time tossing them in the trash.

He then walked over to the package of adult diapers that rested on the changing table. Opening them, he pulled out one of the plastic backed nappies and brought it to his wife.

“Touch it,” he said as he held it before her.

She did as told. Was he really going to make her wear that?

“The punishment is going to fit the crime. You acted like a baby, so now you’re going to be treated like a baby.”

His smirk only grew wider as he picked the petite woman up and placed her on the changing table. He did it all so effortlessly. She didn’t dare fight him. She was floored that the usually mild man was taking charge in such a bold and dramatic way. But taking charge he was, and there was little she could to stop it. But the realization came rushing over her that she didn’t want to stop it. Yes, it was humiliating. But still, it felt good to be disciplined by a powerful man. Her man! She had this coming. Ben had this coming!

He deserved this. He deserved an obedient wife.

Tears streamed down her face as he lifted her sore bottom off the plastic table that was attached to the wall. He slid the nappy under her bum and brought the front between her legs.

He laughed as he positioned the diaper snugly on his wife. Then, using the tapes, he fastened it securely to the beautiful woman.

“I think this will do the trick nicely,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her on top of the head. His hand slid over the bulky plastic between her legs as he patted her.

“Now, if you want to earn big girl panties back I suggest you act like a big girl. Until then, you are to wear and use diapers. Understood?”

She nodded her acceptance. What had gotten into her husband?

He picked her up and stood her back on her feet. Then, he looked on the changing table and saw the pacifier.

“Almost forgot!” he said with a chuckle. With that, he opened the package, took the binky, and placed it in the immature wife’s mouth. Fitting, he thought. Perfectly fitting.

With that, she put her skirt back on and prepared to go back into the store. They would do the rest of their shopping with the passy firmly in place, letting all who saw know that she had acted like a spoiled little baby. The silence for the rest of the shopping excursion was golden. Ben was quite satisfied.

MARCI >Hi, Marci here. I’m married to Mick who is 15 yrs older than I am and when I married him I knew he would treat me like his wife when I was good but also discipline me like a “daughter” if I was bad.

My parents spanked me until I turned 20 and I got married. So essentially I went from my Father’s lap to Mick’s lap. I love my husband with all my heart and I’ve accepted my spankings as best I could. But about a year into our marriage Mick began making it clear to his family (and mine) that I was a spanked wife.

It became very embarrassing when Mick started spanking me in front of his parents, siblings and even their kids! Even though I was 21-yrs-old I suffered bare bottomed spankings (bad ones!) so that I felt like a naughty 10-yr-old. I came to hate every family gatherings because it seemed his relatives (his mom and siblings mainly) often found fault with my behavior so they could watch me stripped to my bra for long hard hand spankings, paddlings and strappings.

My face heats up red in humiliation as I’m bare bottomed spanked to a howling kicking little girl in front of many people, including Mick’s cousins and nieces and nephews who are much younger than I am. I’ve even had to do glowing red bottom sobbing corner time.

I don’t mind sharing with sympathetic friends, especially anyone who understands, and Mick insists I post here anyway so that’s my sad situation!

1DCM > Hi, It sounds you’re getting what you need. If I was Mick I’d be a little more strict with both the discipline and humiliation - your bottom would be decorated with 6 or 12 stripes from a cane. If your family were over for lunch, I’d suggest everyone gathered round to see you getting your tanning before the meal was served. You could then serve lunch for everyone with not a stitch of clothing below the waist - well, perhaps a pair of high heeled shoes to push your bottom out more so that we could all admire the state of your backside.

I’m sure Mick would enjoy a rest after lunch - fortunately if there are nieces and nephews there, they could be given the responsibility of disciplining you for the afternoon, it would be a great opportunity for them and something to tell their friends at school. I imagine you’re face would be as red as your bottom if you were over the knee of a 16 year old niece getting a good hiding with a paddle or strap! Teenage boys would enjoy watching you squirm and exposing absolutely everything to their gaze, whilst the girls would watch impassively, a cruel smirk on their faces as they put their mobile phones to good use and made sure everyone on their contact list knew that you were a bad girl who needed spanking.

  “Why aren't you wearing a skirt?” Tiffany’s mother asked.   “I wet myself yesterday too…”   “Too…” Sandy interrupted her daughter.   “and,” Tiffany continued.  “forgot to tell you that the school nurse said to bring more spare skirts in today.”   “And the Pull-Ups?”   “I used my last spare pair of panties yesterday too; and…”   “Do you know how embarrassing it is as the principal to have a daughter held back twice.  Now I am called by the nurse to take my twenty year old daughter home from high  school in a glorified diaper?”   “…” Tiffany did not have a response for her mother.   “Well at least we live in such a small town that only one school serves kindergarten through high school.”   “What do you mean?” Tiffany asked sheepishly.   “Nurse Parker is use to little kids peeing themselves.  She luckily even had appropriate underpants for you.”   “It was just a little accident.” Tiffany said defensively.   “Your fourth one this week she tells me.” Sandy said looking down at Tiffany. “You will be wearing disposable training pants until you can prove that you can get to the toilet like a big girl.”   “NOoo…”   “That means that you have to check in with the nurse between each period, and show her that your diaper is still dry. Only when you can make it three weeks without any accidents can you go back to ‘big girl panties’.”