PART 1
Its Saturday night and you are sitting on the couch in the living room, watching Blues Clues. Suddenly, your Mommy comes in, and shuts off the TV, and grabs you by the earlobe, and makes you stand up. She marches you up the stairs and into the bathroom. You almost smile as you hear the sound of your diapers crinkling and your petticoats rustling every time you move. But you don't even grin because you can tell by the way your Mommy is gripping your ear that you are most definitely in trouble. And as she makes you sit down in a very uncomfortable, hard, wooden chair and ties you down, she begins to lecture you about obedience, and loyalty, and how you couldn't be without her. You listen carefully and feel very guilty even though you haven't done anything wrong. Now Mommy takes a very large, thick bar of soap out of a drawer beneath the sink. It is still wrapped up in it's packaging, you realize now that Mommy has been planning to do this for some time now. Mommy commands you to open your mouth, you obey and instantly regret it. She shoves the soap into your mouth and moves it all around, lathering your tongue, teeth, and gums without mercy. You sob, and scream, and cry, and struggle against the ropes that bind you. But none of it does you any good, and Mommy just keeps on scrubbing, and scrubbing, and scrubbing, and scrubbing. The vile acrid taste of soap fills your mouth, but a lovely smell resembling flowers fills your nostrils. And even though you adore this new smell, you are unable to enjoy it even one little bit. Mommy scrubs your mouth in lots of different ways. She thrusts the bar of soap in and out of your mouth. Then she moves it around your tongue in small circles. Then she grinds it on your teeth, using them to scrape slivers of soap off of the bar so that it dissolves quicker. Soon your mouth is full of suds and there are suds on your face and chin as well. Mommy ceases scrubbing, but only because the entire bar of soap has dissolved into suds. Now she gathers up all of the suds on your face and chin in one hand, and shoves it all right back into your mouth. You gag, and cry, and whimper like a helpless puppy as Mommy forces you to close your mouth. Then she commands you to swallow and you almost faint! You feel scared, and confused, and on top of all that... nauseous. But you know that you are just too weak and sissyish to disobey Mommy, so you swallow and a very loud 'GULP!!!' can be heard a mile away. Your tongue is burning, your throat is aching, and you feel a wave of nausea wash over you as the soap hits your stomach. Mommy nods in approval and says, "It tastes pretty bad, doesn't it? I want you to remember that taste if you ever even dream of misbehaving! Now open wide!" You see Mommy take out another bar of soap and clamp your lips shut, but Mommy is far too smart for you. She pinches your nose shut and soon you have no choice but to open your mouth to breath. And as soon as your lips have severed, Mommy thrusts the bar into your mouth and you immediately start to cry again. But Mommy has no mercy, and she pushes and shoves the bar further and further into your mouth until the entire thing is inside. And she leaves it there. "Now then," Mommy says. "I am going to the grocery store. And while I am gone, I want you to chew and swallow that entire bar of soap, do you hear me? CHEW THE WHOLE THING!!!" And with that, she leaves the room. And she just leaves you there... tied to a chair with a bar of soap in your mouth. You try to struggle against the ropes again, but you cannot possibly hope to break free. You think for a second about spitting the soap out, but you know that will only make Mommy even angrier. And so you chew... and chew... and chew...
PART 2
You chew the thick bar of soap, and chew it well. The sour taste of soap makes your eyes widen. You gag as you swallow your soap-tainted saliva. Chunks of the bar begin to break apart and dissolve as you slowly move your jaw up and down. And you can't help thinking that this is even worse than the first mouthsoaping. You chew, and chew, and chew, and chew, and chew, and chew, and chew until finally all of your tiresome chewing comes to a stop. You realize that the entire bar of soap has been completely chewed up... by you. You inwardly curse yourself for being so weak, and helpless, and submissive. But you know that there is nothing you can do about it. You are a sissy and that's all there is to it. You swallow the foul-tasting suds and you start to feel very nauseous again. You do not know why Mommy is punishing you. You have been a very good sissy baby all day! Suddenly, you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, and Mommy's red shiny high heels making their way up the stairs and click-clacking against the hard wooden floor. Mommy comes into the room and smiles when she sees that you have done what she told you to do. She unties you from the chair and brings you downstairs to the kitchen without saying a word. She seats you in your highchair and ties you down quickly. You think that the punishment is over and that you have survived. But when you see Mommy take a bottle of Ajax dish soap out of a brown paper bag, you gasp and realize that this is only the beginning.
PART 3
Mommy takes a sponge out of the kitchen cabinet and soaks it under the sink. Then she squeezes a massive glob of dish soap onto the sponge and creates a thick lather. Now she comes over to you with the sponge in one hand and the bottle of dish soap in the other. And you make the incredibly stupid mistake of opening your mouth to say something. Mommy takes the opportunity to ram the sponge into your mouth. And by the time you realize your mistake, it is far too late and your mouth is full of suds once again. Mommy scrubs your mouth like an expert. Her movements are deliberate and firm. You cry, and gag, and tears pour down your face. But Mommy ignores your tears and continues to lather your entire mouth. At last she stops and leaves the sponge in your mouth while she goes over to the sink and washes the suds off of her hands. "Well, now just look at you, missy." Mommy says coming over to you once again, still holding the bottle of Ajax dish soap. "I'll bet you feel pretty silly, huh? Being all tied up to that highchair with a sudsy sponge in your little mouth can be very embarrassing, can't it? It ought to be since its all being taped." You gasp. "That's right, babykins!" Mommy says smugly. "I've got cameras hidden all over the kitchen and the bathroom. And I'm going to play the tape at the next family reunion. Won't that be fun? Now be a good girl and suck on that sponge, darling. I want every inch of soapsuds to go straight down your throat!" You obey once again and begin to suck on the sponge as if it were your pacifier. And as you suck, you draw more and more suds out of the sponge. As soon as your mouth is filled to the brim with suds, you swallow it down and then begin to suck again. It seems to go on forever, as if there is an endless supply of soapsuds in this one single sponge. But you just keep sucking and swallowing, and soon you have sucked the whole thing dry. Mommy smiles again and takes the sponge out of your mouth. She roughly shoves the tip of the soap dish bottle into your mouth and gives a few good squeezes. And Ajax dish soap begins to squirt into your mouth, you swallow that too, not knowing what else to do. Mommy throws her head back and lets out a cruel, almost evil cackle. And you give a big smile as you realize, much to your relief, that the punishment is finally over.
Now do you understand? This is what will happen if you don't please your Mommy ALL THE TIME!!! If you do one wrong move, take one step backward, give her one reason to punish you at all, and you know its over. So if you ever see your Mommy approach you with a bar of soap or a bottle of dish soap, RUN!!! Run and never look back!!! Or you just might end up like I did.
If this, or anything similar to this, has ever happened to you, let me know. I'd like to know that I am not alone when it comes to these punishments.
