Every word of what follows is true and happened to me on Sunday;
My breath was still coming in ragged gasps as my mommy pulled my frilly pink Disney Princess dress off and replaced it with my sleeper top, a fuzzy fleece diaper shirt in a soft pastel green. My bottom was blazing with a scorched intensity from the blistering spanking I'd just received over her lap. With my diapers re-pinned, my mommy had me step into some nursery print plastic panties and she pulled them up my nearly hairless legs, working them over the bulky cloth until it was all contained within.
"Climb into your crib, Bobby," she told me as she guided me into my bed, "Its naptime for you while mommy's out running errands."
"Yes Mommy," I replied as I held my teddy bear and climbed across the soft coverlet and got underneath.
My mommy closed the opening to the crib and pushed the latch shut.
"You are to stay in here until I get home, is that understood?" she said as more of an order than a question.
"Yes, Mommy," I replied obediently.
She left shortly thereafter and I was left to contemplate both my stinging bottom and how I'd come to my present circumstances....
It all started yesterday when my mommy dropped me off at home. She was going to get her nails done with one of her girlfriends and she had assigned me a list of chores to complete while she was gone.
"I want you to wear your yellow dress while you're doing your chores," she instructed me, " the one with the Gingham design."
"Yes Mommy," I replied.
She also promised to add two months to my chastity sentence if she wasn't satisfied with the amount of work done. I was scheduled for release in a week so I was inclined to make sure I got my work done.
However, once inside, I changed my mind about the choice of outfits and decided to wear something else. I had just received a fabulous dress custom made for me and I was very eager to swish around the house with it. Here is a pic of it:
And anyway, I figured my mommy wouldn't care which outfit I wore, so long as I was looking properly sissyish. Boy, was I wrong! Of course, I didn't know that at the time.
So after getting into my thick diapers with a pair white nursery print plastic panties, I put on my dress, pink lace anklets, and my glossy black Mary Janes. One would think that dressed to the nines as I was, I'd be tempted to engage in some naughty self pleasuring and you'd be right. However, my mommy has my little package locked in a secure chastity device so the most I can do is get myself worked up and frustrated. Still, given that that's the closest I can come to an actual orgasm, I tended to spend a lot of time admiring my reflection in the full length mirror in my nursery and rubbing my diapers between chores.
Anyway, several hours later, when my mommy got home, she discovered that I wasn't wearing the dress she had told me to wear and I hadn't made nearly as much progress with my chores as I was supposed to. Since we had guests coming over for dinner in a short time, she didn't have time to discipline me at that moment.
"Tomorrow, you're going to get a spanking," she told me simply.
"Wha-what for?" I asked.
"I told you to wear your yellow dress today and you disobeyed me. So now you're going to get paddled. Maybe that'll teach you to do what you're told."
I gulped nervously as I visualized myself over her firm lap but then I figured it would probably just be a few smacks with the paddle and then she'd call it good. Wrong again!
The next day, after we came home from lunch, my mommy told me to get dressed and wait for her in the nursery.
"Bobby, I want you to stay in there and play with your toys," she called out to me from the next room.
"Yes Mommy," I replied.
I knew from experience she was changing into something sexy but I was also filled with trepidation at my coming spanking.
About ten minutes later, she walked into the nursery looking absolutely breathtaking. She was wearing red strappy 5" high heeled sandals, super sexy, white lace panties and a snug white top that hugged her big boobs.
I was stunned as I looked up at her statuesque form.
"Go get the spanking chair," she ordered me.
Trembling with nervousness, butterflies in my stomach, I hastened to comply.
As I brought the armless chair into the nursery, my mommy picked up the polished oak Spencer paddle and took a seat, telling me to get over her lap.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day," she said impatiently.
She looked like she meant business!
"Please don't spank me hard," I whimpered but she only ignored my pleading.
Flustered and feeling like a very naughty little girl, I pulled my plastic panties off my diaper and unpinned them, setting the pins aside. My mommy took me over her lap and she began scolding me for my transgressions.
"Bobby, do you know why you're getting a spanking?"
"Yes Mommy," I bleated.
"Tell me why," she ordered me as she flipped the lacey hem of my dress up.
"Because I disobeyed you," I whimpered.
"That's right you did. I told you to wear your yellow dress and you wore something else. Now why did you choose to disobey me?"
"Because I'm naughty," I squealed.
With that, she began spanking my bottom, snapping her wrist to deliver sharp, crisp swats to my tender cheeks. As she did so, she continued to scold me, calling me a sissy for the way I was dressed and for not being able to take my spanking like a big boy. I cried out and bucked as the swats became increasingly harder and closer together. Looking into the full length mirror in the corner of my nursery, I could see my humiliating reflection, my mommy swinging the paddle down with harsh, punishing swats on my cherry red bottom. I gasped with pain, gripping her thigh as she kept up an even rhythm, blistering my poor buns mercilessly. Gazing down at her sexy high heels, I wanted to appreciate the moment but the only thing I could think about was escaping her implacable paddle as she spanked my sissy bottom.
Finally, she stopped and asked if I was going to disobey her again.
"N-n-no Mommy!" I gasped between sobs.
"Are you going to do as you're told like a good sissy?"
"Ye-yes Mommy!" I cried.
The paddle came down again in a scalding succession of swats, peppering my already blazing bottom before she at last stopped and let me up.
"Put your diapers back on, Bobby," she said as she put the paddle away.
Sniffling and trying to get my breathing under control I did as she told me. She pulled my plastic panties back over my diaper, sealing in the inferno raging on my poor, punished backside. After swapping out my dress with a sleeper top, she tucked me into my crib, gave me my teddy bear and turned out the light before leaving.
It was going to be a while before I could sit down comfortably again....
