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The ‘Breaking In’ Punishment — Part I
🕑 Added 2022-08-10 00:01:01 +0000 UTC
The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
CLANK. The plastic bowl with my baby food dinner hit the floor and splattered across the kitchen tile.
I looked up to see Mommy’s expression become furious.
I wilted. I’d really done it this time. Mommy looked really, really mad. I already regretted the infantile tantrum I just threw over the gross mush I was being fed for dinner.
Because I could see in Mommy’s eyes, she was about to really make me pay.
Mommy, or ‘Gloria’ as I knew her before moving in just a few weeks ago, was about two and a half decades my senior. We met on an online dating app, and hit it off spectacularly right off the bat.
As we started dating, it didn’t take long for us to start chatting about sexual interests and proclivities, and she laughed when I mentioned I had deep ABDL desires.
She said that she expected a boy my age looking for a woman her age was probably looking for a ‘mommy’ figure. And she said she was more than happy to indulge that realm with me, as it fit in pretty well with her own dominatrix / female led relationship desires.
We waded into ABDL role-play pretty quickly, and before I knew it, I was practically spending every night at her place, fully padded and diapered.
Then, the day arrived when Gloria asked me to move in with her.
But her offer came with very clear terms that I had to agree to, first. In writing.
“Sweetie pie, I absolutely love taking care of you as my little boy,” she explained to me one afternoon as we sat at the kitchen table. “I love diapering you, snuggling you, breast and bottle-feeding you. I want to be in charge of putting on your every diaper, and changing you out of your every mess. And I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of as an ABDL.
“However, for this to work, I need you to commit to being my little boy from now on, 24/7.
“That means you only call me Mommy. That means you only wear diapers, and only rely on me to change you. And it means you must adhere to all of my rules from now on, which can change and evolve at any time. Or else you must accept very real punishments.
“I’m only making this offer once. I know it’s what you’ve always dreamed of, but I can’t give this to you unless I’m also getting what I’ve always dreamed of. That is, total control over you as my romantic partner and little boy.
“So, what do you say, sugarplum? Are you ready to finally accept me as your new forever Mommy? All you have to do is give me that cute, shy little nod of your head, sign this paperwork, and everything else will be taken care of.”
Of course, my heart was pounding hearing her offer. Both because she was offering me a once in a lifetime opportunity… but also because her terms were so extreme and unequivocal.
Was I really ready to submit completely? Would I regret finally getting what I’d wished for for so long? Was I about to ruin my life? Or finally start living my dream?
As Gloria stared at me with her warm, motherly smile, I felt my diaper start growing warm around my crotch. I had already been wearing diapers so often at this point, I was already practically involuntarily wetting myself. And just thinking about my new Mommy changing my wet diapers for the rest of my life already gave me an immediate massive boner in my warm and pee-soaked padding.
I signed my Mommy’s contract immediately. What can I say? She was the Mommy of my diaper-loving dreams.
However, now it was about three weeks after I’d moved in, and I got the feeling that the honeymoon phase was over.
As I sat in my highchair, looking up at my Mommy with rage in her eyes, I realized I was about to find out she was just as capable of being the Mommy of my nightmares…
***
“Corner! Now,” she ordered, pulling the tray off my high chair and pointing me to the kitchen corner.
I sheepishly but quickly complied, slipping down from my high chair and going to the corner.
“Nose against the wall. Fingers interlocked above your head,” she ordered.
I complied again, but gave a small groan of displeasure. I knew already this was going to be an uncomfortable position!
Smack!
“No whining!” She shrieked, whaling on my exposed skin beneath my diaper with her open palm.
I yelped and immediately stood up straight, my hands in position above my head. That really hurt!
“Listen here, young man!” my Mommy scolded from over my shoulder. “You have had it far too easy, for far too long around here. When I took you under my care, I explained, in crystal clear terms, that I expected nothing but obedience and respect for me and my household. Instead, for the past several weeks, I’ve received nothing but attitude, disrespect, whining, and disobedience from you at every turn. And I have finally just about had it!”
I gulped, racking my brain, trying to replay what the last two weeks had been like. Had I really been as disobedient as she said? Thinking back, I guess I was a little fussy during feeding times, when Mommy wouldn’t give me big boy food… Or when I thought Mommy was waiting too long to change my diaper… Or when she wouldn’t let me play with the kind of toys or watch the kind of TV I wanted to watch…
I started to blush, feeling very scared. I guess I didn’t realize I was being so naughty. But did she really expect me to never disagree with her? Sure, she was my Mommy, but that didn’t mean she was always right…
SMACK! She delivered another painful wallop to my bum, right on cue.
“Are you listening to me, young man?” she barked.
“Yeah,” I said.
SMACK! Another blow. I yelped again.
“That’s Yes, Mommy, from now on, is that understood?” she ordered.
“Um… Yes, Mommy,” I nervously stuttered.
“That’s better. Now, things are about to change around here from now on. Your disobedience, disrespect, and non-stop fussing are about to come to a permanent end. And they’re never going to be a problem again. Do you know why?” She asked.
“Ummm… because I’m going to promise to be a good boy from now on?” I meekly offered.
I heard my Mommy start laughing. It was a sinister, terrifying laugh, and I couldn’t help but turn my head to look at her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“NOSE. IN. CORNER!” She shouted, causing me to cry out in pain from three more blows. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it, until I say otherwise! That means that nose stays in the corner until I tell you you can move it. Got it?”
“Yes Mommy!” I squealed, dancing a little on my feet from my now burning butt cheeks.
“Good,” she answered. “But ah, to get back to the subject at hand. You said that your misbehavior is over now, because you’re going to promise to be a good boy. Well, dear, I’m sorry, but the promises of a stupid, diaper-wetting baby like yourself are about as worthwhile as a contract written by a toddler in crayon.
“No, hon. You already promised to be good when you moved in. And you broke that promise. Your promises are worthless to me now.
“No, the reason why I know you’re going to be a good boy from now on, is that I’m about to punish you. Severely,” she said, planting her hand on my exposed bum and squeezing. “And I’m not going to stop until I truly believe you’ve changed.”
She punctuated her terrifying words with one more SMACK! causing me to flinch and—hissssssssssss—start soaking my diaper in terror.
She gave another terrifying laugh as she heard me peeing in my diaper. She reached around me and grabbed my crotch as it began rapidly growing warm and wet with my pee.
“Awww, looks like I’m finally getting through to my little dummy peepee diaper baby, huh? Are you going peepee because you’re scared of getting punished by Mommy?” She taunted in a baby voice.
“Y—y—yes, Mommy,” I stammered as I felt the warm piss pool around my balls and soak into my diaper.
“Good boy,” she said. “Now, first things first, it’s time for you to have some quality corner time while I clean up the mess you made with your unacceptable little tantrum during dinner. Then I need to get the next phase of your punishment ready.
“The way this extended punishment is going to work, is that if you disobey me at any point, for any reason, you can expect far more punishment time to be added on. In this case, if your nose leaves that corner for any reason until I return, you will be very, very sorry about how much worse things get for you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mommy,” I answered.
“Good. And I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth, either by the way. It’s time for you to also learn that babies are meant to be seen, not heard. So stay put, and use this time to reflect on how your stupidity, selfishness, and attitude stinkier than your poopy diapers led you to this moment,” she said.
And with that, I heard my Mommy walk away.
After barely a few seconds, I was already anxious to turn around and leave timeout.
My arms were already getting sore from holding my hands on my head, my boredom and discomfort was growing by the second, and my mind was racing in terror over what my Mommy had in store for me.
But I didn’t move. I didn’t dare. For the first time since meeting my Mommy… I was truly terrified of her.
It seemed that she had finally, truly taken charge.
Suddenly… hisssssssssssss.
I smiled from the sudden perverse warmth and comfort of my bladder emptying more pee into my diaper again. In the chilly kitchen, where I was standing mostly naked with just my tee shirt and diaper on, the warmth of my pee into my squishy diapered crotch was an unexpected but undeniable respite.
Perhaps I was finally about to pay the piper for the privilege of being allowed to indulge my diaper fetish so fully.
Was it really worth it?
I suppose I was about to find out.
After all, there was no going back now…
***
“Hands behind your back,” her voice suddenly said in a terse tone.
I had no idea how long I’d been in the corner, but I had almost started to go into a delirious daze. It took me a moment to realize my Mommy had finally returned.
I complied, moving my sore arms slowly behind my back. I suddenly felt my Mommy binding them up in what felt like some sort of medical restraints. I realized she also wrapped some sort of thick belt around my torso, snapping the belt to the restraints, making my hands and arms feel extra stuck behind my back. It was like I’d suddenly been given a partial straitjacket!
Then… Blackness.
It took me a moment to realize she’d slipped a blindfold over my eyes!
I was not happy with the sudden unexpected bondage. I was suddenly blind and defenseless. But at the same time, I was also thrilled to finally hopefully just be getting out of the corner, so I avoided putting up any fuss.
“This way,” Mommy said, guiding me forward by the arm.
Her tone now felt markedly curt and impersonal. Like she was a nurse talking to a patient in a mental hospital. Or a guard talking to a prisoner. I suppose the current situation wasn’t terribly far off from either of those…
She led me across the house, toward what I assumed to be the living room. It was hard to tell, since I couldn’t see, and was mostly focused on not tripping and falling, like the stupid clumsy baby she no doubt thought I was…
“On your knees,” she said once we arrived… somewhere.
I slowly got down to my knees, my heart starting to race with fear and dread. Suddenly, the combination of sensory deprivation and immobility, combined with the terror of what was to come, had my mind racing with terrible fantasies of what might be about to happen.
“Forward…” Mommy said as she leaned me forward. “There you go.”
I realized I was laying face down on some sort of… bench. I could feel the soft waterproof padding beneath my face.
I wasn’t sure what piece of furniture this was. It seemed like it might have been new. But my guess was that it was some sort of cross between a spanking bench and a diaper changing table.
Rip. Rip.
I suddenly felt the tapes of my diaper being undone on both sides, then pulled back. I felt a cool breeze on my slightly wet bum, and I realized my butt had just been exposed.
“Ummm… Mommy?” I finally got up the courage to murmur, unable to help myself from trying to ask what was going on.
“Shhhhhh…” my Mommy said, suddenly shoving a big, fat pacifier in my mouth. “From now on, the baby never, ever talks unless spoken to. That was your first and final warning. Now suck your paci and don’t let it happen again,” she chastised in a cold tone.
I nodded and blushed red in humiliation. I had sucked a dummy sometimes before in our play, but this was the first time it had been shoved in my mouth specifically to shut me up.
Now I was blind, immobile, and mute.
I started reflexively aggressively sucking my dummy. It was suddenly my only comfort in the terror I seemed to be plunging further and further into.
Next, I heard what sounded like the snapping of latex gloves…
Then the lid of a jar being opened…
“Now, be a good little baby boy and open wide!” My Mommy said.
At first, I felt terribly confused, because I thought she meant my mouth, and she had just put the pacifier in there...
But then I grunted in sudden pain and shock!
My Mommy had just plunged her fingers deep into my butthole!
“Ooof… ungghh… ahhhh….” I involuntarily moaned as I felt her digits forcefully probing deep into my ass, spreading me open, and causing me to squirm and gasp.
“Hmmmm…” I heard her say with her digits still deep inside of me, gently wiggling back and forth, causing me to twitch and squeal.
Then, she suddenly yanked them back out, causing me to gasp again in relief. My face was burning bright red. My Mommy had never before fingered my back door like that… especially not so aggressively!
“Why didn’t you go poopy during potty time today?” she suddenly asked me as she took her latex gloves off.
I blushed even hotter.
Ever since Mommy and I started doing ABDL role-play with each other, I had almost always gone number two in the toilet, rather than in my diaper.
There were a few exceptions, where with a lot of encouragement, or when I was feeling especially adventurous, or when I had a tummy bug and had a genuine accident, I would go number two in my diaper.
But in general, I found pooping my diaper just far too intense and humiliating of an experience, compared to simply wetting myself.
When I moved in, Mommy said she expected me to be diapered all the time, but said I was still allowed to sit on the toilet once per day to do poopies.
And I was happy to hold off on pooping my diaper since moving in, as suddenly everything else in my life had been ratcheted up to ten in terms of humiliating babyishness, I wanted to hold onto that one piece of my remaining dignity.
Except, a few days ago, my Mommy suddenly explained to me that I would no longer be allowed to use the ‘big boy potty’ in the bathroom. And instead, she presented me with a little plastic potty placed in my nursery, which was where I would be allowed to have my ‘potty visit’ from now on.
And what was even worse, my Mommy made it clear to me that my once per day potty visits would now be closely supervised by her. Meaning I had lost the small bit of privacy I had to poop by myself before.
The truth was, I hadn’t gone poop in the last three days because of this. I was too nervous to poop in front of my Mommy on that humiliating potty. And I was starting to get pretty backed up…
“Well?” My Mommy repeated impatiently. “Why didn’t you go poopy during your potty time? You haven’t gone poopy during your potty time in the last three days.”
“Ummm… well… I dunno…” I answered through the thick rubber pacifier, drool running down my cheek.
WHAP! I suddenly shrieked in pain!
It felt like my ass had just been stung by a hornet!
“Better try a better answer than that, unless you want another bite from my switch!” Mommy said.
I gasped and writhed for a moment, and—Hisssss—accidentally let out a fresh spray of warm piss into the diaper still unfolded beneath me on the table.
My Mommy started laughing. “Aww, good thing I knew better than to take that diaper away from you completely! You’re just like a real baby, going peepee on the changing table.”
I blushed hotly in mortified humiliation, still trying to gather my wits. I couldn’t believe she had just spanked me with something that stung so bad!
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you taped back into your diaper soon enough. Just as soon as you answer my question. Now, answer Mommy, baby boy. Why didn’t you do your poopies when I sat you down on the potty today?” she asked.
“I uh… uh… uh…” I stammered, wracking my brain. “I guess I didn’t have to go, Mommy.”
WHAP! I shrieked out in pain yet again, squealing into the bulb of my pacifier, rocking back and forth, tears coming to my eyes.
“Wrong. Mommy just felt deep inside that bottom of yours, little guy. And guess what? You’ve got lots and lots of poopies you’ve been holding in there,” she said as she placed her hand on my butt cheeks and fingered my rim, making me wince in terror that she was suddenly going to probe me again.
“Now, tell Mommy the truth, so she doesn’t have to bite you with her mean little switch again…” she said, lightly patting my bare ass cheeks with the whip. “Well…?”
“I guess I just wanted to hold it!” I finally blurted out. “I just didn’t want to go! I just wanted to hold my poopies, Mommy, because I didn’t feel like going. Please, don’t spank me again!” I cried.
“Good boy,” I heard my Mommy purr. “That’s my good boy. Telling the truth. Except… holding your poopies is very naughty, and very disobedient. You know that, right?”
I gulped. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Well then, I’m glad you agree,” she continued. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. Since you just love holding it so much, you can hold it while you have a little bit of medicine in your bum that will make it easier for you to go poopies during potty time tomorrow.
“Now, I am very upset with you tonight, little guy. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to discover, see, or smell a poopy diaper of yours anytime soon. You are not, under any circumstances, to poop your diaper tonight. If you do, you will be in big, big trouble. I expect you to hold it like a big boy until your proper potty time tomorrow. Is that understood?”
I gulped. “Umm… yes, Mommy.”
“Good. Now, I know I said you’re being punished, and you are,” she continued. “But look at it this way. I’m giving you a very, very simple task to do for me that will demonstrate your desire to be obedient to me again.
“All you have to do is not poop your pants. Literally a task so simple, most toddlers eventually accomplish it, along with 99.9% of the planet’s population. And given that you’ve apparently taken up not pooping as a fun little recreational hobby of yours for yourself lately, this should be absolutely no problem for you.
“But I’m serious. I’ve already had enough of your pissy, leaky, filthy diapers tonight, and well, for a while. The burden of dealing with your incontinence is really starting to take a toll on me, given that it’s been combined with your utter lack of obedience and respect for me and my rules over the last few weeks. Honestly, right now, I can barely stand the stench of your soggy, yellow, piss soaked diapees that I have to change every day. It’s utterly disgusting and humiliating for both of us that you’re this much of a mentally incompetent diaper-pissing toddler, at this age.
“You’re on my last nerve. Do NOT force me to smell a stinky diaper tonight. Under no circumstances are you to let that happen. It will be the worst decision of your life. Is that understood, diaper boy?” she asked.
“I uh… yeah, of course. Mommy,” I said.
“Good boy,” she said, patting my head before getting up to retrieve something.
I was flabbergasted. I felt like I’d just been sucker punched.
I wasn’t worried about not pooping my pants. That was going to be easy. I already had been trying to avoid doing that since moving in, so far with no problems.
But the tirade my Mommy had just added about being disgusted by me in my diapers… what was that?? Was that really how she felt?? She had never mentioned anything like that before…
I suddenly started burning up with shame, embarrassment, and self-consciousness.
Here I was splayed out, naked and blind on a diaper I’d half-pissed in, in front of my supposed partner… And she just revealed to me she thought I was just as stinky and pathetic as I always feared people would see me as?
I suddenly felt ten times more nervous, vulnerable, and humiliated… about everything. Which was exactly the moment when she popped it in…
Phlurp.
I felt the fat nozzle of the enema suddenly jammed into my sphincter, making me gasp and squirm yet again. Even more so than when it was just her fingers.
I had never had an enema before, but I knew what they were. I was just starting to grapple with the discomfort of the intruder jammed into my ass, spreading me open, when suddenly—
“Now hold still,” she said.
Wsshhhhhhh.
I shrieked as cool water started pouring like a waterfall into my colon.
“Ooooh… oooh… Mommy! Mommy it’s too cold! Please, make it stop…” I wailed as I rolled back and forth.
“Quiet hon, don’t make me get the switch again. Just take your punishment enema like a good boy,” she said.
I trembled, totally stunned by the level of invasiveness I felt from the enema.
I started taking deep breaths, trying to breathe through it, trying to avoid getting punished by the cruel switch again…
“Oooooohhhhhh uuughghoooooohhhh…” I bellowed as I felt cramps start building in my tummy. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“Almost half-way there,” Mommy said.
I wanted to burst into tears. It was the most intense pressure I’d ever felt in my life. I felt like I needed to poop the worst I’d ever needed to poop…
Finally, I found the most sparse of solace by rocking back and forth on my tummy on the changing bench.
For some reason, the motion eased the cramps in my tummy…
And, well, I realized I was also inadvertently grinding into my open, yellow, soggy diaper.
I was too entrenched in my blind, handcuffed, perverse comfort mechanism to know if Mommy was watching.
I knew she wouldn’t be pleased if I suddenly developed an erection. She made clear a long time ago that masturbation in diapers under her roof was absolutely forbidden.
But although I couldn’t be certain—due to the sensory overload of my ass being pounded with water, my eyes being covered, and my arms being tied behind my back—I was pretty sure I didn’t even have an erection.
Instead, grinding the soggy diaper against my balls, flaccid penis, and groin gave me a different sort of comfort…
A deeper comfort. An eminently more infantile comfort.
It was like I needed my diapee in that moment. Not to cum in, like I usually thought I did. But because it was warm, and squishy, and familiar, and hugging me in exactly the spots only a diaper could. And it was the incredible piece of comfort that guided me all the way through the torture of my liquid, enema ass-pounding.
Finally, it was over. I could feel the intruding water come to a halt.
“Now, remember what I said, little boy. No. Poopy. Diapers. Got it?” My Mommy asked one more time.
“Yesh, Mommy,” I said in a daze through my paci.
Phlump!
I grunted as she painfully ripped the fat enema nozzle out.
My stomach immediately gurgled, which I knew wasn’t a good sign. I started clenching my butt cheeks as hard as I could.
“Alrighty, there we go! What a good little boy, taking his medicine for Mommy,” my Mommy said as she taped my diaper back up around my waist. “Now let’s get you up, okay?”
I grunted and heaved from the pressure in my abdomen as my Mommy helped me stand back up. I was already struggling with the task ahead of me.
But as I got to my feet, still blindfolded, I was hopeful that my Mommy would walk me back to my room, probably to put me to bed early for the night, where I could deal with the discomfort of the task of holding my enema in private.
But my Mommy started walking me forward… then stopped.
“There you go, hon. I’ll let you know when it’s bedtime,” she said, letting go.
Her words took a moment to sink in.
“Wait… Mommy? It’s not bedtime yet?” I asked.
I heard her laugh. “Oh, no, hon. You’ve still barely even begun your punishment. You’ve still got a whole lot more to do in terms of proving to me you can be an obedient baby for me. So you’re going to do another round of corner time before bed, okay? This one a lot longer.”
She suddenly lightly pushed my head forward, into the corner. I began to panic.
“But… but…”
“Shhhhh, same rules as before, honey,” Mommy said. “Do your corner time in silence like a good boy, unless you want your punishment to only get worse and worse. I’ll let you know when you’re done. And remember, no poopy diapers,” she said, lightly patting my slightly soggy bum. “I might still have some friends over tonight, and I’m going to be furious with you if you stink up the living room with your poopy baby mess. Got it?”
Suddenly, my anxiety turned into a full blown panic attack.
Now an even LONGER time out??
While holding a FULL ENEMA??
And she might have FRIENDS over while I’m naked in the corner in my diaper??
It was too much. Even blind and handcuffed, I had to try again to speak up—
“Mommy please—“
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
I was suddenly silenced with a barrage of searing smacks with a paddle against my rear end.
I screamed in helpless pain as my ass lit up like a fire ball.
“NO MORE!” My Mommy roared. “CORNER. RIGHT NOW! NOT ANOTHER WORD. GOT IT? Otherwise I can spank you till you’re screaming and send you back into the corner that way for three times as long.”
Terrified, I almost lost control of everything and pooped my diaper right then.
But instead, my fear caused me to freeze in submission, allowing my Mommy to guide my head back into the corner, where her dumb, disobedient, stinky diaper baby belonged.
I took deep breaths and felt my stomach start painfully roaring, twisting, and gurgling. I didn’t know how I was going to avoid pooping, one way or another, soon.
I just hoped I could hold out long enough for my Mommy to come to her senses and let me use the potty again…
Or at least let me avoid pooping my pants in front of whoever might be her guests tonight…
Gggggggrrgrgrgrgllllerrrrrrrr.
I twitched and groaned in sudden intestinal agony.
I already knew this was NOT going to be good…
TO BE CONTINUED!
IN PART II
