Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.16 (Patreon)

The playful personality the suburban dominatrix had been exhibiting all day vanished in an instant. Before Olivia had time to blink she felt the older woman yank her up from the tub by her arm and drag her dripping wet body into the nursery themed bedroom. The whole way Olivia was desperately trying to free herself from the pissed off woman's grip, but she was much too weak and her pitiful attempts at delaying the inevitable only annoyed the already enraged dominatrix. 


"I don't know what made you think hitting me was a good idea, but we don't hit anyone in this house!" The middle aged maternal disciplinarian scolded the blonde whilst dragging her over to the bed.


In what can only be described as a fluid and well practiced maneuver, the older woman took a seat on the edge of the king sized bed and tugged Olivia forward, pulling her over her lap with the expertise and skill only gained through years of spanking unruly brats. She seized the blonde by her shoulder with her left hand, keeping the eighteen year old from falling face first into the carpet while simultaneously using her right leg to catch the blonde and point her bottom upward without even pausing to adjust the girl.


An embarrassing yet genuine squeal erupted from Olivia when she lost her balance and fell onto the older woman's lap. It all happened so fast that Olivia didn't even know that she had ended up draped across the suburban dominatrix's thighs with her toned ass pointing at the ceiling until she opened her eyes to see why she hadn't hit the floor. She looked around, seeing the floor only a foot or so away from her face as her upper body dangled precariously from the woman's lap.


"Let's see how much you like Mommy's firm hand on your backside!" The brunette announced with venom in her voice.


Olivia, who was still stunned from being hurled across the woman's lap, didn't even process the meaning of what was being said to her until she felt the sharp sting coming from the woman's bare, open palm coming down on her defenseless flesh at full speed. Needless to say, her first response to getting spanked was a pitiful yelp which was followed by another swift strike across her other cheek. It only took three swats before she started kicking her feet like a tantrum throwing toddler.


"That hurt!" Olivia exclaimed, trying to recapture her earlier anger, but the older woman was ignoring her and kept delivering firm smacks across her exposed bottom.


"You better stop wriggling around!" The maternal maelstrom commanded before landing another fierce strike onto the blonde's left cheek. 


"You're not allowed to spank me!" Olivia shouted, redoubling her thrashing only to end up getting struck across the back of her thighs. 


"You agreed to it the moment you accepted my offer to tutor you." The dominatrix explained, keeping her butt blistering pace intact. "Spanking is a necessary part of disciplining a naughty baby like you."


"You're a fucking babysitter!" The blonde screamed, trying to get through to the deranged woman as another stinging slap connected with her throbbing skin.


"I'm not just a babysitter!" The woman replied in an annoyed tone, bringing down another open hand smack onto Olivia's bright, burning red backside. "I also tame brats!"


"You're fucking crazy!" Olivia cried out in desperation, flailing her arms and legs in reckless abandon for her own personal safety in an attempt to get away from the demented dominatrix. She no longer cared if she landed face first on the floor; she didn't use her face to sit! However, the embers of her rebellion were quickly extinguished by a rapid succession of increasingly sharp slaps to her ass.


"I can always spank you harder than this if I have to, Olivia." The disciplinarian taunted, quietly relishing the challenge this blonde brat was giving her. 


In a last ditch effort Olivia reached out and grabbed the sheets in a futile attempt to use the bedding to pull herself off of the older woman's lap, but the linen wasn't tucked into the bed and had too much slack to be strong enough to be used as an impromptu rope.


"Now you're making a mess of mommy's bed?!" The older woman barked.


With her futile attempts at breaking free quelled, the blonde immediately resorted to pleading.


"I'm sorry!" Olivia whined, trying to sound halfway mature while screeching out her apology, but failing to sound like anything other than a sniveling brat.


The woman known as "Mommy" continued peppering the blonde's bottom, alternating between cheeks, back and forth until she could not only hear Olivia crying but feel the young woman's heaving chest against her thighs. She gradually lessened the force between each slap until she brought her hand down onto Olivia's once pristine posterior and held it there, resting it over the blonde's blistered bottom.


"It stings so much!" Olivia said in between sobs. 


Mommy could see that the skin around her hand was swollen and red; the heat radiating off of the girl's punished posterior was incredible.


"I know, but it was for your own good." The older woman replied, slowly rubbing Olivia's sore skin.


 She had spanked a few clients during the past few weeks, but it was always something that felt acted out and extremely fake. Even when she had spanked Pam this morning, it wasn't this intense since the older blonde knew deep down that she had earned it. Pam was submissive and had acknowledged Mommy's authority without much resistance, but this little bitch laying across her lap was made of something far more resilient. She definitely was a brat, but there was something lurking just beneath Olivia's surface; a dominant woman.


Just beyond the bedroom's wall the two mothers dressed in their calico baby dresses sat with wide eyes as they stared at the nursery's door. Even Mackenzie couldn't help but gaze at the closed door and wonder if Olivia was actually getting spanked in there. They all had heard the blonde's screams devolve into crying as "mommy's" voice remained resolute and firm. It was all muffled by the walls, of course, but what was happening in the room couldn't be denied. 


"I can't believe it; she's actually spanking Olivia." Pamela whispered to herself, practically overwhelmed by the sounds she had heard. 


The chubby blonde was experiencing conflicting emotions; part of her was elated to hear her daughter getting exactly what she deserved, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. Neither her husband or herself had ever spanked Olivia. Right from the start, her husband, Don, had banned such barbaric behavior from occurring underneath his roof. He didn't believe in corporal punishment, but Pamela was different; she knew it was effective because of the effect it had on her.


However, now that she was hearing it take place, from an outsider's point of view, she couldn't help but feel her heart ache for her only daughter. Olivia was eighteen; an adult who had obviously earned such a firm and uncomfortable punishment and yet Pamela still couldn't stop herself from feeling slightly guilty. Then again, Olivia would've never ended up over Mommy's lap if she had minded her own business and stayed at home.


Once the sobbing died down to the point where nothing could be heard, Mackenzie found herself standing there in the middle of the makeshirt playpen holding two baby bottles she had brought from the fridge. 


She shook her head slightly, "I'm sorry; I forgot to give you your juice."


Allison gazed up at her daughter and blushed as she accepted the bottle into both of her hands. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have hesitated to ask for a sippy cup, but today was far from normal. Not wanting to give her daughter a moment to ask any questions about what was happening inside of the nursery, Allison quickly brought the nipple to her mouth and happily started sucking on the adult sized baby bottle. 


"Here's your juice."


Pamela curiously glanced up at the younger redhead, glad to be focusing on something other than her thoughts. Unlike Allison, she didn't even care if her drink was delivered in a baby bottle; not only was she used to it, but she had much bigger things to worry about than how she looked at that particular moment. 


With a silicon nipple in her mouth, Pamela felt her anxiety slowly wash away as she returned to her thoughts. Maybe this could be a good thing? She always told Don that Olivia not only lacked discipline but craved it. Perhaps getting a good old fashioned spanking would set the girl straight!


"I know it hurts, but little girls like you need to understand that hitting people is never acceptable behavior." 


The blonde draped across her lap remained silent save for a few weak sniffles.


"Now, I want you to apologize to me for what you did." 


At this point enough time had passed for Olivia's anger to return. She could still feel the stinging sensation with every subtle movement of her muscles and the older woman's hand massaging her bottom only made the burning sting flare up randomly whenever her fingers touched her. It may have been the dominatrix's way of reminding her of the pain she could inflict, but to Olivia it only served to further piss her off. 


She may have said she was sorry during the spanking, but that was because the bitch had caught her off guard and had overpowered her. If this bitch wanted an apology she would have to apologize before Olivia gave her one.


A sigh came from the suburban dominatrix who shifted her legs, raising her left leg up slightly so she could take hold of Olivia by her chin. With force, she pulled the blonde's upper body up from her lap with only her hand and made the pitiful eighteen year old look her directly in her eyes. "Are you sorry? Have you learned your lesson, little girl?"


Olivia quivered, her anger suddenly vanishing as she was held up by her chin in front of the older woman who had just spanked her. The spanking had bruised her ego, but she had never been treated like this nor had anyone ever talked to hrr like this before. Even when her mom was mad at her she had never made her feel so afraid. It was a bizarre feeling of fear and being powerless in the presence of someone who commanded total control. Even as her bottom throbbed, Olivia knew she wanted to wield this kind of power over her mother.


"Answer me!" The dominatrix shouted in Olivia's pretty little face, tightening her grip on the girl's lilith chin.


Olivia squirmed in place before finding her voice. "I have!" She whined and then quickly remembered what the woman really wanted to hear. "I'm sorry!"  


Suddenly, the older woman's once fierce features grew soft as a smile spread across her face. "That's mommy's good girl." 


If the instant shift from stark raving madness to a serene sense of calm didn't unnerve Olivia, the dominatrix's gentle hand running through her hair, stroking the back of her head, did.


They sat there for what felt like an eternity, but Olivia knew better than to speak. She stood kneeling on the carpeted floor while the suburban dominatrix sat on the front of her bed, petting Olivia's head like she was a cat. It was awkward, but for some morbid reason Olivia needed the gentle hand caressing her as she slowly stopped sobbing. Once the tears ceased dripping down her puffy red cheeks, the two women stood there in silence, savoring the calm of the moment for completely different reasons. 


Was it an hour or a matter of minutes?


Olivia had no way of knowing, but the domineering woman finally broke the awkward silence of the room when she spoke. "Let's get you back into a nice, comfy diapee."


Slowly Olivia was helped to her feet and walked over to the changing table while the dominatrix dressed like a soccer mom held her hand. Neither spoke during the short walk, but Olivia could sense that the woman was falling back into her old role which would explain why she wanted to put Olivia back into diapers again. The last thing Olivia wanted was to have to wear such bulky and infantile underwear, but she didn't dare defy the woman. It wasn't just the unspoken threat of another spanking lingering in the air that kept her quiet; Olivia had spotted one of the cameras that the dominatrix had mentioned during her highchair feeding. If she pushed this bitch hard enough the blonde knew that videos of herself getting spanked and diapered would ultimately end up on the web. 


With quiet resignation she lifted her leg and tried to get up onto the table without any part of her backside brushing up against anything. It was tedious and difficult, but she finally ended up on top of the table with her knees underneath her like she was about to say her prayers while keeping her blistering bottom hovering just above her calves. Ironically enough, she was silently praying to get through the rest of the day with whatever remained of her dignity intact. If she could walk out of this horrible house without the woman putting her humiliating ordeal online she'd definitely count that as a win in her book and then she would make her mother pay for putting her through whatever the fuck this was!


"You're on the table, sweetie, but you didn't do it right. You need to lay down now." The soothing voice of the suburban soccer mom cooed into her ear before chuckling. 


Olivia inhaled sharply through her clenched teeth, bracing herself for what she was about to feel. Placing her arms behind her, palms flat on the plastic padded surface, she shifted her weight away from her legs while simultaneously stretching them out. Gingerly and with great patience she lowered her pulsating postier onto the cold table top and winced as soon as her throbbing tushy came into contact with the cool changing table's synthetic top.


"I know, baby. I know, but you wouldn't be in so much pain if you would've used your words like a big girl."


Before Olivia could mentally sigh the brunette leaned over Olivia's face and planted a loving kiss on the top of her forehead. The blonde froze in place, blushing profusely at the feeling of another woman's lips kissing her like this. She had never been this intimate with another woman and it made her feel uneasy and very uncomfortable. Her own mother rarely hugged her and she couldn't even remember the last time she had been kissed like this by either of her parents. 


Every ounce of her being told her to tell the bitch off, but she found herself replaying the incident in the bathtub which led to the spanking. Nothing good would come from her trying to assert herself. As much as Olivia hated it, her only real option was to just lay there and let the woman diaper her. 


The older woman brought her ankles together and lifted them upwards towards the ceiling, raising her still sore bottom off the plastic surface which clings to her pulsating postier. It was basically the same experience she had when she found herself laying on this bizarre table, staring at the ceiling just without all the fuss and baby babble. However, this time the cold diaper cream caused her to gasp upon feeling the icy goo being worked into her burning backside. Olivia would never thank the woman for using it, but she was grateful for it and understood why diaper cream was a thing to begin with. 


The familiar sound of stiff plastic crinkling filled the air and the petulant blonde didn't even have to look past her legs to know that the woman playing "house" was unfurling her next diaper. Once again, she felt her slick bottom lowered onto the thick and bulky disposable diaper. Even without the accompanying cooing and baby babble bullshit she still felt incredibly babyish and the diaper being pulled over her shaved pussy only reinforced that feeling. In the back of her mind Olivia couldn't help but contemplate if going a few weeks without shaving would help her feel more mature after living through this strange day.


"There we go, baby; all done!" Olvia heard the woman announce before she felt the dominatrix's hand patting the front of her diaper. "Now that you're all fresh and changed, let's go see what the others are up to!"


Olivia could feel a knot form in her gut, but decided against arguing with the crazy cunt. 'My mom's in a diaper and so are the other two weirdos; It's not a big deal if I'm topless.'


Slowly, almost robotically, Olivia swung her legs off of the table's padded top and positioned herself to step onto the floor. The moment her bare feet touched the carpet she felt the suburban dominatrix take her by her hand, holding it firmly like how one would do with a child. "I don't want you causing any more trouble today."


Olivia nodded absentmindedly and remained painfully quiet with only the rustling of her new disposable diaper interrupting the awkward silence. She didn't know what to say or even if speaking was a good idea; the last thing she wanted to do was piss this crazy bitch off and end up back over her lap. So, she followed the woman towards the door, crinkling loudly with every step she took due to the crisp, plastic backed diaper shifting in between her thighs. It wasn't like she wanted to face her mother and the other two diapered bimbos like this, but she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. 


They stood right in front of the door separating them from the other women briefly before the woman only known as "mommy" turned the knob and led Oliva into the living room in just a disposable diaper. She was confident that she had broken Olivia down both physically and mentally, but now was the time for the girl to be seen at her most vulnerable. Whether or not the bratty blonde would learn anything from this was impossible for even an experienced dominatrix like "Mommy" to know for certain; everyone reacted differently to being knocked down a peg. However, there was one thing she was sure of; this little brat would never threaten her or raise her hand at her ever again!


The cool air circulating in the living room literally slapped her warm, puffy face as she was led towards the infantile enclosure where her mother and the other two awaited her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying desperately to shield her ego from further destruction, but she didn't even have to open her eyes to know that everyone was looking at her; she could feel their unyielding stares. 


"I'm sorry about all the noise," Olivia could hear the older woman apologizing to the others for all her shrieks that she had made while over the dominant woman's lap and couldn't stop herself from blushing all over again. However, things only grew more embarrassing when Olivia felt the dominatrix gradually turn her around to show off her blistered thighs, glowing red hot from the only spanking she had ever received in her entire life, "but as you can see, little Olivia needed an attitude adjustment."



Something deep inside of her forced her eyes to open and Olivia found herself standing in the center of the living room, practically on display in front of the two redheads and her mother with nowhere to hide. She felt so exposed, so pathetic and small even in front of women dressed like literal babies. If she hadn't been spanked and thoroughly eviscerated by the dominatrix she would've ran back into the nursery and slammed the door behind her, but a swirling sea of emotions kept her pinned in place. She was petrified, forgetting to blink as she stared at her mother who looked at her with an ear to ear grin. The older blonde's mouth started moving, but Olivia's sense of hearing had faded away. All she could hear was the near constant pulsating throbs of her heart as blood rushed through her head. 


"I always told her father that she needed a bit more discipline than the average child, but he never listened." Pamela recalled, trying not to smile with too much glee on her face. "But I can tell this is exactly what she needed! Thank you so much, mommy!"


"I didn't do this for you, Pamela."


The joy on the older blonde's face immediately vanished upon hearing the woman utter her adult name in such a tone. It was obvious that mommy was still very annoyed with her, but she had to take small victories whenever she could get them and this was definitely a victory in her book; Olivia had been spanked and thoroughly put in her place.


"Well, I still appreciate it." Pamela finally replied.


"She's got a problem controlling her impulses, but I suspect that runs in the family." Mommy explained, taking a verbal shot at the older blonde. 


"I-" Pamela visibly flinched, feeling like she was in the hot seat at one of her those annoying parent teacher conferences that she used to attend before Olivia graduated high school. "She probably gets that from her father; he sometimes yells at the T.V. when the stocks fall."


"Funny, she seems to resort to using her hand, much like someone else I know in this room." Mommy observed, her voice laced with venom. 


"That's not fai-"


"Pamela Anne Whiterford!" The woman dressed like a soccer mom raised her voice. "I'm sick and tired of hearing your excuses!"


The middle aged blonde cowered underneath the piercing glare of the dominatrix. Even if she wasn't wearing a diaper and dress designed to make her look like she was two years old at best, she still would've shrunk upon hearing the woman who was practically her surrogate mother chewing her.


"You're always blaming everyone else but yourself for your problems! It doesn't matter if It's Olivia or your office; someone else is always to blame!" 


"But I always do all the work at the firm and Don is always giving Olivia whatever she wants!" Pamela fired back, pouting like the overgrown baby she was dressed as.


"See!" Mommy exclaimed. "You always do this!" 


"Yeah!" Olivia finally spoke up, pointing at her mother. "It's your fault I'm stuck in a damn diaper like this!"


"You came here on your own!" Pamela shouted back at her daughter. 


"I'm not paid enough to be your mommy and your therapist, Pamela." Mommy replied, slightly raising her voice to regain control of the room. This time there was no anger in her voice, just a hint of defeat mixed with mild annoyance and pity. "Your daughter has the potential to become a strong woman, but a spanking isn't going to magically solve eighteen years of whatever the hell happened to her. You two both need to work out your problems or you'll never be happy."


The older Whiterford woman held her head down, thoroughly defeated. Mommy was right, she always is- but it was too painful for her to admit it. She had been foolish to think that Olivia getting her bottom spanked would fix everything and yet it felt like she was right where she started this morning except now Olivia not only had the upper hand but sounded pissed off to boot.


"If I was in your shoes, I'd go home and have a long talk with your daughter; try to find some common ground." The suburban dominatrix offered. "You two are adults and I think It's time you both start acting like it."


"But what about everything that's happened today?!" Pamela blurted out, her anxiety growing at the prospect of Olivia's ability to blackmail her if mommy simply kicked them out right now. She still needed leverage!


"You two will have to work through it, but if you want to stick around then I need your nose in that corner over there!" The woman wearing mom jeans and a cardigan ordered, her hand pointing to the nearest corner.


"But momm!" The dirty three year old whined.


"No buts except yours in the corner, young lady!" Mommy barked.


A snicker came from Olivia who was thoroughly pleased by how things were unfolding. 


"What's so funny, little girl?" 


Olivia looked over her shoulder to see that the suburban dominatrix now had her arms crossed with a scowl on her face. "I think you need to go stand in the corner too!"


To Be Continued…