Posted by nadaface28 on August 30, 2010 at 10:06 [71.57.55.79]
In Reply to: Story Repost request: Claire and Mama posted by Craig on August 27, 2010 at 18:02
Claire & Mama
It's a nice old house on a quiet street with a big yard that's going to seed. Theback yard is well fenced and private, in front, sheer curtains on all the windows, keep the inquisitive at bay. A person would have to really work at it to find out just what's going on in there. A couple of girls are sharing the place and they keep pretty much to themselves. It isn't that they are unfriendly, just busy. The landlord does the maintenance and as long as they pay the rent, and don't trash the place, he doesn't care. The girls take care of the flower beds, the old man, the lawn.
Seems to suit them, so who's to complain?
One of them goes out to work, all spiffed up, pretty fancy car. The other one works at home. She goes out for groceries and stuff but otherwise, you don't see her. When they moved in, she made it pretty clear to the nosy ones. Just because she's at home, doesn't mean she isn't busy. Most folks around here, own their own places and don't mix much with renters. Since she's not fond of interruptions, folks just leave them alone. It's a quiet neighborhood, and they don't disturb it. I gotta admit though, sometimes I wonder what they are up to.
It's a nice old house. big rooms but not many of them. The attic isn't much good but the house is pretty nice for all of that. It has a full basement that is finished but it's not good living space. It's cold concrete, four feet under grade. Makes a good storage and laundry area but it's not very comfortable for sitting around. It has got high ceilings and a big recroom, thick plaster walls make it very sound proof.
Parts of it have hardwood floors, ones the recroom, the other is a 'dayroom', very bright & sunny, that opens out onto a sunken patio. There are only two bedrooms on the main floor and the livingroom is huge. The large kitchen and bath are all tiled, the dinning and living rooms still have the dark wood wainscoting and exposed beams. The furniture fits right in, overstuffed and comfortable. This isn't a museum but it gives that feeling of being in a bit of a time warp. Inside, it is quiet, cool and dark in the front room. Claire is trying to be inconspicuous, playing away from Mama, playing with herself.
"Come here Claire..." She gives a guilty start, she's been naughty and now she's caught! Mama's gonna spank her, sure. There is no way to hide what she has done, the dress is far to short for that. The pink training pants that droop below her hem are suspiciously dark through her clear plastic panties. It's a reluctant big baby girl that answers her Mama's call.
Mama's in the kitchen, rummaging in the drawers. She looks at Claire, who's cuddling the doorjamb, one thumb in her mouth. "Get in here! I want to see your pants. They had better not need changing or you you know what's going to happen, don't you!" Claire's blush shows, even though she is doing her best to hide her face. As she sidles through the door her free hand pulls up her dress. It had been rummaging in her crotch when Mama wasn't looking.
The dark pink arch is halfway to her waist. "I thought so! I could smell 'em. Just you wait until I find the wooden spoon, I'll teach you not to pee your panties like a baby. It's diapers for you young lady. Your spending the rest of the day in them! Turn around and show me your bum, I want to see how red it should be. If it's messy, you'll get double!" Mama goes back to her search and Claire carefully pulls her panties down. Not enough to clear her bum, not good enough for Mama.
Finding what she's been searching for, Mama stands, triumphant. "Ah Hah! This is the brute I was looking for. Have you provided any additional pretext for his employment? Come on! Turn all the way around and get those panties down!"
Mama is advancing, brandishing the spoon, Claire shrieks, and tries to run off!
Not quick enough! Mama's gets her by the hair and forcing her to bend over, drags her back into the kitchen. A bit of spirited tussling ensues before Mama gets grip on her squirming charge. Once contained, she sits on a stool, pulling Claire over one knee. By trapping her there with her arm well up behind her back.
Claire is helpless. The dress gets gathered up with Claire's arm and Claire's half bare bum shines free.
"Have you messed your pants? Have you!" Smack! "Tell me!" Smack! Claire struggles feebly, protesting her innocence. "If you lie to me, it will be that much harder!" Claire's protests increase, even using some bad language.
A few sharp smacks of the spoon put a stop to that and puts a nice blush on Claire's cheeks. Mama carefully pulls out the back of Claire's panties. She's been a bad girl, but not that bad. Mama starts using the wet panties as a babywipe, getting Claire's attention. Mama always does a very thorough job of wiping up Claire's bum, sometimes it can seem to go on for hours. When Claire's struggles go from 'let me go' to 'more!', she pulls the panties a bit further down and lets them fall about Claire's ankles. Claire isn't going anywhere but that wont stop her from trying.
Claire knows what's coming next and starts crying 'no', the rustle of her plastic pants makes a counterpoint to her mewling protest. Mama takes her time, getting things just right, then applies the wooden spoon to Claire's squirming butt. The slow and measured pace gradually increases to fast and furious, with the intent of making Claire feel it. Mama has to stop to get a better grip but then she picks up where she left off and lays into her charges bum with the spoon again.
This is meant to be a lot, all at once. Mama wants to break on through to her sweet baby girl inside of Claire. The language and struggles get stronger and Claire is really starting to complain but Mama keeps it up until Claire is crying real tears. Just as she does as a child.
The fact that Mama and Claire are both adults, and have been living together long enough to know one another well, doesn't make it hurt less. It just takes less hurt to make Claire cry. There is no point in trying to be brave, Mama is going to keep right on spanking her until she does cry real tears. The sooner she does, the less her bum will burn. Tears come much easier to her now, along with the feeling she had then. A very naughty girl, in wet panties, getting just what she deserves.
As the spanking drives out her self control, all the turmoil of her childish reactions roars through her. The pain in her bum and shame of her state, brings a heat to her cheeks, both ends flush bright red. The rebellious child that wet her pants, collapses into cleansing tears, all resistance gone. Mama senses Claire's complete surrender and stops to slip an experienced finger into her twat, sloppy now with girl honey instead of pee.
Mama pulls her up to straddle one thigh and takes her sad little girl into her arms. Pure and sweet at heart, all of her guilt paid off. The heat Mama feels on her thigh is not just from Claire's well-warmed buns. There is a fire on down below that's going to set off another type of heat real soon. A matching flare boils over Mama as tender kisses turn into passion. They end up on the floor to consummate their drama. This isn't long and languid sex, this is only the end of act one.
Suffice to say, they end up in the shower. Cleaning up puts Mama back in charge and Claire happily goes on in 'kiddy' mode. A very happy adult that is fortunate enough to have a willing partner. Many people play games like these but very few are driven hard enough to be this up-front about what they need.
This is all about need. Some people need to give love in a protective, authoritarian way and some people need to give love in the form of trust and obedience. It only reflects on the way a person expresses love, not on the way a person 'is', in any other facet of their personality. My guess is, that forms at a very early age and is not a matter of volition. You don't get to choose and it doesn't appear to change very much as you age.
What turns you on is a perplexing story. I have had a strong desire to be put back into diapers ever since they were taken away. I can remember it well. A cold and white tiled bathroom, early morning, wet diapers. Today, I am going to be a big boy. Today I will not wear diapers anymore. Today I will be toilet trained, or else. Today I will be spanked if I do something, 'unfortunate'.
I still want to be put back in diapers and start over. I was just starting to enjoy them. I have a penchant for being restrained, I was, when I went through a 'head-banging' phase. Rubber pants are a mystery. My mother never used them, thought they were unhealthy. I'll bet somebody did, but there are gaps in my memories of that time and considerable upset at home.
Going through puberty in the middle of a violent separation made some inevitable connections. My fantasies were those of escape to a land of innocence when I discovered masturbation. It makes a pretty clear case for it not being a matter of volition. It is not something I might have picked, but I got it.
The success rate for changing this sort of thing is not very high with witch doctors having about as much success as trained professionals. The general consensus is that it isn't going to go away so learn to live with it. Go ahead and find somebody that can deal with it. You ain't normal and it isn't wise to advertise. You are not alone but meeting that one in a thousand might take some doing.
So fantasy is all that most people get while pursuing a more 'practical' career. Acquiring a mate is pretty much the luck of the draw, at least the first time. I don't know that arranged marriage is much better, it depends on who's doing the arranging. You might think that people don't live like this, but some do. A lot more, like the idea, but don't create the reality, for a variety of reasons. Only the very, lucky and persistent, will play out such fantasies as an adult.
Truth is much stranger than fiction. No mater how strange, it has been done, somewhere. Every element of this story is being played out, somewhere. Hopefully between consenting adults, otherwise, this is abuse!
But not between consenting adults. There are many people who lust for a return to childhood but very few who are willing to pay the price to do so.
Claire's a very lucky big baby. How I wish I could be her. Standing in the shower with Mama, all slick with soap. A soother stifles any need for conversation. Mama's hands will cleanse her. Mama's hands make her happy, so strong and sure on her body. Treated as a cherished possession, part child, part lover. Mama's love, is so warm and clear, so indisputably hers'. The fires that brought them to this place are slipping under ground. For the next few hours they will smolder there, feeding on the passion their play will arouse. Flaring up, each time, a little higher, until it carries them away.
Mama's in a playful mood and starts by playing with Claire's inviting bum. Claire replies with provocation. Her bums still red but she hasn't learned her lesson yet, she hasn't had enough. Mama knows, they are going out and will 'run into' Pat, with Claire in diapers. This won't be a first for that event, Claire spends most of her time in them. Her dresses hide them, Mama hides them too. This time, will be different, this time, Mama will show her off. Her naughty baby, in need of a diaper change. It is Pat's idea of how to break Claire of public pooping.
For now, she is all nice and clean. Pink and shinny, her buns a rosey hue. Her hand slips into her crotch, the other to her breast as she watches Mama dry herself off. So many hungers stare out of her face as she watches Mama. There is no word in English that covers this breadth of human relationship, this is far more than friend will cover. Mama knows and takes her time to do a thorough job, teasing Claire a bit. Then starts in on Claire and gets her all dried off.
"I am going to put you on the potty now and I want you to be a good girl. We are going to the mall this afternoon and if your really good, I will let you wear training pants. Wouldn't you much rather be in training pants than bulky old diapers?"
Claire sits on the potty and watches Mama get dressed, letting a small trickle of pee tickle her fingers as she rubs herself down there. This is not enough to satisfy Mama's criteria for a good girl. She wipes up Claire's hands then makes her kneel on the floor while she empties the potty.
"Just remember kiddo, you had your chance to be good." Mama wipes up Claire's bum and crotch then takes a gob of ointment and starts to work it into Claire's seat. Her probing fingers have no trouble penetrating but run into some baggage inside. "I think I had better give you a little something to help the day along, you haven't planned on being good anyway." Mama's smooth rubber fingers slip in and out of Claire who strains to present herself more openly.
"Aren't you the hungry little pussy. What would this little pussy like? Would pussy like to play in mud pies today? Does she want her bum to be smacked?" Claire answers with a chorus of moans, pushing her bum into Mama's hand. "So eager! I had better make sure I put lots of diapers on you, we wouldn't want to have to change you at the mall."
Claire waits impatiently while Mama unwraps a suppository. Legs spread, she presents her bum and wiggles with delight. She likes having 'mud pies' in her pants and the spankings that always follow. The use of suppositories is not something they do very often, it is not wise to regularly tamper with the bodies' mechanisms.
Mama saves them for special occasions, Claire welcomes it as a good excuse. To guarantee Claire can't back out, Mama pushes the glycerin wedge well up inside.
Act two gets started with that event, Claire will be surprised at where it will end.
She willingly follows Mama to be dressed, in diapers. Nice and thick, with lots of more ointment to keep that dreaded diaper rash away. The plastic pants that Mama chooses are an old stained pair that are really noisy. It gives our girl a secret thrill, especially when she's dressed for going out. It is all the more exciting to be out in public, Mama gets jealous when she starts to tease.
Usually, she would get a suppository and be confined to her crib until she had done her thing. Cleaned up and in fresh pants, they would go out. That way Claire cant pull her little stunt. It bugs Mama that Claire does it for spite and spankings are not really a deterrent. This is obviously a new tack that Mama's dreamed up.
A diaper shirt will keep her pants up. It is fastened in the crotch with great big snaps but is too narrow to hide her pants. The diapers stick out on either side, the amber stains around the legs obvious at a glance. The first real surprise is a real short skirt, if it wasn't for the diaper shirt, her pants would show. It is not like Mama to be this bold. It is like she is daring Claire to be naughty, she will have to be careful to keep them from view. The frilly socks and 'Mary-Jane' shoes make it even more obvious, a confirmation of her baby state. She has tights, even frilly seat, baby style ones that would be a lot less obvious with this skirt, though they do make her bum stick out.
Mama has packed them in the diaper bag along with heaps of other stuff and when Claire is ready, she hands her diaper bag and they are off. Claire always has to carry the bulging diaper bag, because Mama comes prepared. Mama knows her baby girl, they haven't even left the house before Claire is wet, with darker cloud's a'gatherin'. Being changed in public is embarrassing enough when she is only wet, but it embarrasses Mama more than Claire. Mama takes her home for messy. It is one of Claire's little manipulations, when she gets tired of being out, she fills her pants. Mama doesn't like it but sees no other choice. What is Mama up to?
By the time they reach the mall, Claire is getting edgy. It wont be long before she fills her pants, no doubt that is what Mama wants. Claire is a bit contrary. It looks like Mama intends to call her bluff so Claire does her best to keep it inside. It is going to be a struggle but she is wining it for now. Her efforts increase when Mama lifts her hem and pats her on the bum as they leave the car. Claire blushes at the stares her outfit gathers. She likes to be a secret baby, only showing those she chooses, but dressed like this is a bit too much. Her bulging hips and noisy panties defeat her best attempts too brash it out. Whispering the truth, for all to hear, louder than thunder to Claire.
They window shop and dawdle, Claire fidgets like a toddler. Self consciously tugging at her hem. Mama teases her unmercifully by making her pick things up. In a dress this short, there is no way she can hide her diapered bum. Mama pointing her out in every mirror. She looks the part, she can't deny it, and as her struggles escalate, she doesn't care as much. Her world closes about her, all her attention centered on staying clean. It is a contest of wills, played out with a rigged deck. Just how rigged she is about to find out.
Deliberately pooping her pants in public and letting Mama know, has always been her best weapon. Mama's just a bit conservative, preferring to deal with dirty panties in private. She spanks Claire for it, often very hard but doesn't linger in the public eye once the deed is done. It excites them both to play this game, it is a form of brinkmanship. Claire is used to being the more daring one, it suits her to have the initiative in this matter.
Mama has taken that away. Dressing her like this, giving her something to complain about, calling her bluff. Claire struggles to contain herself, oblivious to the attention her frantic motions draw. Mama finds it all very amusing, checking her watch to see how long she can last. Their aimless wandering takes on a new direction and Mama guides her to the food court. Claire finally figures out what's going on when they join Pat in a deserted corner. Pat always treats her like a child but today she is being treated like a baby. Pat is Mama's friend and she has to be nice to her.
"Isn't she cute today!" Pat makes Claire stop and spin around, checking her out. "Has she been a good baby? I hope you've put lots of diapers on her, we wouldn't want to have to change her here." Mama laughs, "The way she's been fidgeting, she wont last much longer, why don't you check her pants and I'll get some lunch."
Mama goes off, Pat motions Claire to stand in front of her. She lifts the hem of Claire's skirt and slips a couple of fingers into the front of Claire's diapers, checking her pants like she is three, finding them wet. Turning her around, she bends Claire over a bit and flips the skirt up onto her bum. She pulls the diaper away from Claire's leg and checks out the seat.
"No poop? I thought you would have been messy by now. There is a nice new mothers room right over there but you don't need changing yet. If I get my way, you wont be changed until I think you've learned your lesson." Pat lets the panties snap back in place then keeps her bent over while she adjusts the fit.
Mama isn't going to let her off the hook, that Pat knows what is happening removes all hope. With a certain degree of spite, she lets happen what she has been fighting. With Pat watching, she spreads her legs a bit and starts to fill her panties. "That's it baby, make as much poopie in your pants as you can. I will need a really good reason to change you." Spreading her legs a bit more she starts pushing, going red in the face. They want her to be a baby, they have it! A big baby in a really full diaper.
Pat isn't embarrassed, she just laughs, prodding the growing bulge and egging her on. It is such a relief to get that over, Claire is much more comfortable now. Still in the grip of that spiteful impulse, Claire sits down on the stool. They want a messy bum to clean up and she isn't going to make the job any easier. The way she sits down spreads the mess all through her crotch where it will lots of fun to clean up.
She is happily squirming around in the warm mud pie in her pants when Mama returns. Apparently pleased to find her this way.
Claire's not embarrassed, she wiggles happily at the sight of Mama and makes sure Mama sees just what she has done. The diaper can't contain it all, there are sticky smudges on both sides of the crotch. Claire sits with her legs wide apart.
With all her wiggling about, her skirt is just a belt across her front. She happily attacks her burger and fries, gulping down her huge soft drink and demanding more.
Totally immersed in her favorite role.
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