The Party Dress (Patreon)

“Fuckk I look hot.” Elle spoke out loud as she admired her own reflection in the mirror.

It was New Year’s Eve and she planned to bring on the New Year in style. The red sequined party dress hung low so that her cleavage was clearly on display. The back rode up high to the point where her ass was practically hanging out. If she bent over it would ride up showing off the back of her lacy black thong. It gave off a clear image that she was dressed seductively but that didn’t worry her. For once she would be the centre of attention at the party; normally glances would gaze over her towards her more scantily clad friends. Sure they were incredibly hot but it wasn’t like she wasn’t attractive they just always put more effort into their appearance.

This year it was her turn, for once guys would come up and speak with her first. They would always only go for her as a last resort meaning she was left with the dud that her friends neglected. Maybe she shouldn’t be such a bitch; it wasn’t like they were unattractive or boring. But throughout the night it was impossible to ignore their sideways glances towards her friends showing that they would much rather be off with one of them. She knew that this kind of outfit wasn’t like her, she wasn’t exactly modest with her regular choice of wardrobe but it didn’t flatter her as much as it would her friends. It wasn’t really her choice of wardrobe to wear these less extreme outfits, her mother had always had a hand in what her daughter chose to dress herself in.

It was pretty sad honestly, a grown young woman in her prime and she couldn’t even have that part of her independence. The conversation went something along the lines of, ‘As long as you are under my roof you will not dress like a tramp young lady.’ It would always go the same, ending in cussing and a tantrum her mother threatening to not let her go out at all unless her attitude quickly changed. It was all it took really; she knew not to test her mother, knowing full well she would follow through with her threats. Especially considering she still didn’t have a drivers licence, she knew she ought to and that it would be a big step towards her own independence. But running a car cost so much money, she barely worked enough hours as it stood to pay for whatever she decided to throw her money away on.

More than once she had been grounded by her mother, she thought it would stop once she became an adult. She didn’t know any other twenty-two year olds who were still grounded for skipping curfew or failing to let her mother know where she was going that night. Honestly her mother’s rules weren’t that strict but time and time again Elle found herself failing to live up to what was expected.

She smiled as her hands caressed the length of the short dress, running up and down the satin material she bit her lip as she imagined the hottest guy coming up to her. His hands would run over her as he asked her to dance while her friends watched on gobsmacked. Their dethroning as the hot topic of the party would be splendour in her eyes; it seemed cruel to wish ill will of her closest friends but this would be her night.

For someone whose mother was so strict on enforcing a more modest dress code you might be wondering why Elle had found herself in her most devious outfit yet. It had taken some careful planning and it was rather a ridiculous solution but she had booked herself a hotel for the night. It was expensive and it took a week’s salary to get this place so close to the venue but it would be worth it. She did it under the guise that all her friends would be staying too; of course they had no idea and probably thought she was being dropped off by her overbearing mother like usual. Knowing her mother would be curious about her outfit for the evening she even bought a decoy dress, something cheap and modest looking.

She lied and told her mother it was a piece of designer clothing and was pretty confident she bought it; even complimenting her on finally wearing something practical and dressing her age. She picked this rather risqué piece up in town, too afraid to order something in online and having her mother see it in the mail. It was a euphoric experience going into the city and finding this dress, when her eyes fell on it hanging from the wall she instantly fell in love. She quickly tried it on and even without much make up on and a simple pair of flats she felt speechless.

It was about time to leave for the party and her Uber had been booked, it was odd however when she got a phone call from the driver telling her he was waiting outside. She double checked her app and saw that the driver seemed to be quite a distance away, but whatever it was probably his GPS playing up it wouldn’t be the first time. She quickly did one final touch up of her lipstick and confidently strode out the door, her strappy heels clicking across the tiled floor as she walked. The look from the driver as she stepped into the backseat made her blush. She noticed his gaze a few times during the trip from the mirror and it started to excite her. The guy was definitely not her type but it felt good to finally be noticed.

She did think it was strange however that the trip seemed to be taking longer than normal.

“Ahh is this going to be much longer I could have sworn it was supposed to be a quick five minute trip.” She asked nervously.

“Yes yes almost there miss.” The driver said waving her off.

She opened her phone to bring up the map; they were clearly heading off in the wrong direction. Unless she had the wrong place up on her phone, she was horrible at navigation. But when she booked the hotel it said it was only a short trip from the place, unless it wasn’t? It wouldn’t be the first time she stuffed up and got herself lost like this, hopefully the driver knew better than she did. Suddenly the driver pulled up in front of the office her mother worked at.

“What’s going on why are we here?” Confusion was clearly evident in her voice as she continued to worry.

Suddenly her door pulled open and her furious looking mother stood there.

“Thank you driver, get out here you brat.”

Before she could even fathom a response Elle was whisked out of the cab and pushed inside her mother’s workplace.

“MUM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Elle cried.

“Dressed like a tramp, what’s new.” Her mother muttered under her breath.

It quickly became clear that she hadn’t gotten away with her plan like she thought she had as Elle was pulled over to her mother’s desk and quite roughly shoved over it. She yelped at the sudden impact, but didn’t have time to dwell on the pain as more pressing matters arose. Quite rapidly her mother pulled down her thong and just as quickly began slapping her daughters behind.

THWACK

SLAP

THWAP

Her mother’s hand came crashing down in quick succession; even Elle couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked before.  She quickly burst into tears the pain was unbearable, her poor pale bum was so sensitive having never been handled this way before.

“Stop….. Please!” She cried out amongst the tears.

“You’re too immature to pick your own clothes out Elle; we’ve been through this countless times you really think me that naive.”

Her hand continued to rain down over her daughter’s bare backside.

“So now I’m going to dress you, something that shows off exactly the way you’ve been acting.”

Much to her reprieve the onslaught came to a halt, but that wasn’t the end of her worries. Before she even had time to properly rub her hands over her blistering bum her mother whisked her onto the office carpet.

Elle cried out as she fell her stinging behind wincing as it came into contact with the floor.

“Mum please what are you doing?”

Her eyes grew wide as she watched her retrieve a thick plastic diaper from behind her desk.

“Getting you APPROPRIATELY dressed.” She replied menacingly.

Elle pathetically tried pushing her mother off of her but her attempt was thwarted easily her swinging hands easily slapped away. She was pulled upright as the thick white diaper was slid underneath her. Even with the padded surface her bottom still cried out in agony as it throbbed from its beating. Her mother retrieved a bottle of powder seemingly from nowhere and quickly dusted her daughter’s bare privates. It gave off a strong aroma one she hadn’t smelled in years since her babysitting days. Elle started to bawl as the diaper was taped shut over her groin and her dress pulled back down over it.

The sobbing girl was pulled to her feet and directed over to a mirror where she could see herself. The dress did nothing except cover less now than it did before, the heavy padding pushed it upright and it now only covered the top part of the diaper.

“This is how you’re going to the party Elle, you best believe it too I’m going to come and chaperone you it’s for your own good.”

She cried and cried but her tears fell on deaf ears, she was pulled out from the office and this time forced into the backseat of her mother’s car. She knew this time they were heading in the right direction towards the party, she was still bawling her eyes out but did her best to quell her tears after her mother threatened to shove a pacifier between her lips. So much for her grand plans tonight, she would for sure be the centre of attention but for all the wrong reasons.

As the car came to a stop outside the venue Elle’s mother turned to her.

“Don’t look so glum, after all I’m still letting you keep the dress and you get to show it off to all of your little friends!”

Elle could do nothing but sit there with her puffy eyes and try not to focus on her stinging backside. This would be the worst night of her life; maybe somehow she could play it off as a joke. But deep down she knew she wouldn’t and now all of her friends would see she isn’t grown up at all, just a big cry baby who still needed her mommy.  Maybe things would be easier if she just accepted that she wondered as she suddenly concentrated on her need to use the bathroom and contemplating what to do about it.