paddedlittleparadise:Dang, Pomona was really starting to get the hang of this. Ever since she&rsqu
paddedlittleparadise: Dang, Pomona was really starting to get the hang of this. Ever since she’d had such success with taming her neighbor girl Laura, word of her magical disciplinary techniques spread through the local grapevine. Laura’s mom had been ecstatic to have her rebellious teen turned into a docile, obedient, dutiful daughter again - even though she did seem to have occasional nighttime accidents. That was a small price to pay for giving her her daughter back, she crowed - and earnestly recommended that others try the same thing. Pomona heard them calling her technique “diaper discipline” - and cordially loathed the term. What she had done with Laura was so much more than that! Sure, she’d used props like diapers just because they’d fit with the overall regression therapy, but they were only one part of the procedure. And yet, here she was, with parents like Sophie’s here begging her to tame their “slutty” and “arrogant” daughter using her amazing diaper discipline… Well, she couldn’t very well refuse, not after they’d paid so generously. So when Sophie had come to stay at her unofficial “daycare” over the winter break, Pomona had to get busy. First came the defiance. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell me what to do! I hate you!” Sophie had screamed at Pomona within the first fifteen minutes. Pomona knew from her training that this acting out was more about Sophie trying to assert her identity than anything, so she didn’t take it personally - but she did have to impose some authority. So out came the gag. And when she’d turned violent, so did the cuffs. A change of wardrobe was imperative, so she’d stripped the struggling girl; and when she kept angrily removing the babyish clothes she was given, Pomona had finally lost patience. “Young lady, I’ve been patient with you up to here,” she’d told Sophie sternly. “And frankly, you’ve left me with no choice!” She’d had to cuff the girl to the changing table she’d recently installed, then managed to tape a diaper on her amid her thrashing and kicking. Then, on second thought, she’d brought out the enema bag and given the little terror a sizable dose of soapy water. “Now, why don’t we take this party over to the wall?” she told the now-moaning Sophie, tugging her cuffs and quickly hooking her fast. “And why don’t you keep on telling me how much of a big girl you are, how you are so grown up and amazing?” She gently removed the girl’s gag, expecting her to unleash a torrent of abuse - but all she got was a flood of pitiful pleas. “Oh please, Miss Pomona, let me use the toilet!” she gasped in desperation, attempting vainly to clutch her cramping stomach. Pomona smiled and gently pushed her against the wall. Wow, this was working better than she’d expected. “Now, now!” she chided maternally. “You’ve been a very naughty little girl, and so I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck here for another hour. If you can hold it until then, why of course I’ll let you use the toilet. You say you’re so grown up, so I’m sure it shouldn’t be a problem for you to hold it, right?” She chuckled, and Sophie moaned again. “But if you really can’t hold it, then I guess you really are more of a baby than you think. Hmm?” As the muffled sounds of a wet explosion in her diaper filled the room, Sophie’s sniffles turned into wails. And Pomona smiled. Now that was one way to deal with a stubborn girl. Maybe “diaper discipline” really was a thing after all. Image Credit: ABDreams.com Please don’t remove my caption; if you do, may you be utterly unable to find a parking spot. -- source link