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Oh? And what if I told you that you already had all you needed to fix that problem, no "weird birthday stuff" required?", her mother asked. The White Ribbon. She must’ve seen the sign a million times. Ever since she was a little girl, driving up this road with her parents, she had seen that sign. It was a bar…or something. At least, that’s how she remembered it being described to her once. She liked the idea of it being a “something” more than she liked it being a bar. Bars were just dimly lit smoke-infested pits of self-despair, and she could get enough of that at home. Hell, that’s why she left home. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Despite Samantha"s words to the students, Elizabeth"s day continued on in a downward trend. While she managed to keep herself from tripping or further exposing herself, Elizabeth"s class paid her little attention or respect. She wasn"t surprised to find that Rachel was the worst of them and no amount of reprimanding or threatening could sway the girl. By the end of the day, almost every single student and member of the faculty was aware of just how bad Elizabeth"s class had become. In an effort to reestablish her control over the classroom and garner respect from her peers, Elizabeth decided to do something she had hoped she would never have to: she was going to make an example of one of her students.
It"s the one you walked in with. I"m sure we"ll know if it is and if you are what you say you are once I open it up and take a look, hmm?", Mrs. Maxwell replied. "Now change out of that slutty underwear before you put your uniform. I honestly don"t know where you got the bravery to wear such things." My driver"s license is in there! If I"m really a sophomore in high school I wouldn"t have that right?" Strangely enough, Linda began to enjoy her diaper punishment. By the time she was 14, she thoroughly enjoyed parading around the house in only a diaper and a t-shirt. Every time she passed a Rachel? Do we need to have another talk about your behavior like yesterday?", Elizabeth asked, doing her best to keep her voice stern.Billy vowed to behave himself tonight. He certainly didn't want to spend another long evening sloshing around in a wet messy diaper. Samantha awakens to the feeling of her wet diaper. She doesn't think of this as unusual anymore and signals her big sister ... wait her younger sister ... no, that still is wrong ... yes, it's her mommy Clair, that she needs a diaper change. Then it is time for the regression medicine and Samantha doesn't even seem to think before eating it. Clair watches the new behavior of her sister with interest. Clair has closely monitored the regression progress of her sister and knew that the big incident yesterday in the nursery setting, with Samantha captured in her own trap, would bring her over the edge. All the conditions were just perfect and there was already so much progress made. Billy Johnson wasn't shy about expressing his displeasure with his mother's choice for his babysitter. The young boy knew all about Linda Turner. The 16-year old high school junior had a reputation After a good workday, Samantha drives home in her car. She shares an apartment with her slightly younger sister Claire, who works at a daycare. Claire is not only supervising the kids there, but also helps them to transition from diapers into real underwear. Before working at the daycare, Claire already gathered some experience by working as a babysitter. This is also the reason why she has collected a lot of products from her company at home by now. From diapers to pacifiers to baby food.
Linda looked at her mother in open-mouthed surprise. Always an inquisitive girl, she had planned to secretly try on a diaper after her bedtime shower. Her curiosity got the better of her After besting her bigger sister, Clair proceeds without ado with her next goal of having her own baby sister to care for. As she already dispensed justice, she doesn't have any lingering resent. Therefore, she decides that she would start to stir things in direction to her new goal. From then on, she pays attention to a more friendly and supportive image. She makes sure that her baby girl is well hydrated and eats well. She also takes time to play with her and help her with everything else. This gets a very good response from Samantha, who starts to talk to her "big sister" more and more. Then in the afternoon, Samantha stops playing suddenly and right after, Clair hears a hissing sound, as the diaper starts to discolor. While the adult girl wets her diaper, the arousal builds up. Finally, the arousal peaks and she climaxes while peeing, screaming: "Going pee-pee in my diapee feels sooo good!". After Samantha is done, Clair praises: "You are such a good little baby girl, wetting her diaper for mommy. Now tell me yourself what you are." I'm not wearing rubber pants," said Linda emphatically. "I'm not going diaper shopping with you, either. It was embarrassing enough when I bought diapers yesterday. I'm not going through that And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake” By the week after, the few times she'd been making it to the bathroom in time were growing less and less frequent. There were several days during that week where she didn't make it to the bathroom once and instead wound up using her pull-ups multiple times in a day. She tried her best to help Stacy out with the kids, but she was having more and more trouble focusing on anything other than her own potty problems. Even with all of that focus, though, her troubles only seemed to be getting worse as the days passed by.Was there a law against driving a car under the influence of depression? Sure, it wasn’t as obviously dangerous as, say, drugs or alcohol but there was something to be said for the way that a sad state of mind had trouble reacting to the world around it. Still, perhaps, that was the point. If things were to end right now, on the highway at night, it’d be a lot easier than having to face life tomorrow. Is there a particular story you would like to see written but can't or don't want to write it yourself? Submit your ideas here! I just telephoned Linda," said Mrs. Johnson to her 9-year old son. "She's going to be your babysitter tonight."
Without another word, Elizabeth grabbed Rachel by the wrist and pulled her over to her desk with little resistance. Confident that she would teach Rachel a lesson once and for all, Elizabeth moved to bend her over the desk. I-I"m sorry Rachel! I-I won"t ever do it again, I promise"¦" Elizabeth sniffled as she spoke. She couldn"t meet Rachel in the eyes as the girl looked down on her. Linda's face turned beet red.She couldn't imagine going over her father's lap for a spanking on her diaper bottom. How humiliating! No, but they said I could spank him if he got out of control. I don't like hitting kids, so I thought a diaper was safer. He sure behaved a lot better once he was in a diaper. From now on, I'm Linda blushed. She couldn't imagine wearing a poopy diaper, let along sitting in her own poop. How disgusting!
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Dad, don't you dare!" shrieked Linda. "I'm sorry I didn't wear my panties. I won't do it again. Can I get out of this stupid diaper now? I need to pee." To make matters worse, she’s now refusing to wear her diapers to bed. The teasing has really gotten to her”. Sue elaborated. “I mean, I really do sympathise. There aren’t many kids who still wear diapers at eleven, but all that washing is really getting to me, and worst of all her room is really starting to smell”. Linda stood up, removed her pajama top and slipped on the t-shirt. She blushed when she looked down. The t-shirt came down to her waist, leaving her diaper fully exposed again. Some days later the trial run of the new medicine starts and Samantha manages to secure some of the new regression medicine for her little revenge plan. As she is on her way home with the medicine, she imagines her sister becoming a little diaper wetter, who then has to learn to regain control of her bladder herself. That should be enough to change her behavior. While Samantha thinks about it, her arousal slowly increases. She has to admit that her decision might have been influenced by her fetish. It would be just like in the stories she always reads online. She can hardly wait. After arriving home safely, this time she goes straight to her room for relief.
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