The planned maintenance spankings for Dolly begins the next Sunday. Mona and Dolly have been making things work so well with the noon nursing, and sometimes an evening one if they are working late. Which they are most nights to get things in place. It has been a busy week, and besides their scheduled nursing times, Mona usually changes Dolly's diaper at those times also to make it through the day.
By the time they get home, Mona and Dolly just fall in each other's arms as two adult women, needing sexual release from the rigors of the day. Some nights Dolly is put in diapers in the end, but as neither wants Dolly to be too diapered dependent yet, it varies. The weekends will be time for that play and their roles.
So when Sunday dinner is served, both their phones chime the reminder for in an hour. Dolly is suddenly nervous and plays with her food thinking about what is ahead. She has not had a spanking since last Sunday over her finances and wonders how hard the maintenance will be. Dishes done, at seven o'clock, Mona directs Dolly into the corner of her office.
The office will be where all of Dolly's maintenance spankings will be given. And if one is needed for a major offense. The formality of doing it here adds to the lesson to be learned. After fifteen minutes, Mona tells Dolly to come stand facing her as Mona sits on the straight-back chair in front of the desk.
Dolly sees that both the paddle and hairbrush are on the desk. Her stomach flips a bit, seeing both. Mona makes Dolly tell her why she is getting a spanking today. In a hesitant voice, Dolly replies, "Mommy, I would like you to spank me so I remember to be your good little girl you can be proud of. And for any bad behavior you might not know about me doing. Like me secretly sticking my tongue out when the head of IT went by from your office the other day, which I knew you didn't care for that meeting."
Mona has to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Dolly's crime. She would have liked to have done the same to the pompous ass herself. But Mona tells Dolly she is glad Dolly confessed. And perhaps going forwards, Dolly should keep a diary of things she does outside of being mommy perfect baby during the week to mention at this time.
Dolly nods her head in agreement. Then Dolly lays across Mona's lap as she unsnaps Dolly's onesie and lifts it up over her back, then undoes Dolly's diaper, and pulls it down over her thighs.
"Dolly, you will get five minutes of hand spanking, five with the paddle, and six with the hairbrush. The minute more is for the one offense you mentioned. That will be how it works. For each of your 'crimes' during the week you report, one minute will be added to the last part of your punishment. After a calming period on my lap, you will return to the corner for fifteen more minutes. To reflect on why you were disciplined and how you can keep from making mischief next week," Mona explains.
And the spanking begins with Dolly feeling Mona's hand rain down on her bottom cheeks over and over. Mommy is making Dolly's ass sting and turns a rosy pink. Dolly allows her penned up tension to relax with each spank she receives and soon is letting the tears flow, allowing the release of all the toxins built up in her.
SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK, Gasp from Dolly. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK.
Dolly, while the spanking hurts, and just beginning, is accepting this session for the purpose it is meant for. It is helping her so much. When Mona stops with the hand spanks and gently runs her finger down Dolly's crack, circling her rosebud, then deeper to feel how wet Dolly's slit is, as Mona rubs Dolly's clit a little such a sweet purr escapes Dolly's lips.
Then the leather paddle is started for its time. Over the weeks to come, at these Sunday spankings, the three implements, hand, paddle, and brush will be used in a different order to mix up the intensity of each spanking.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Tears running down Dolly's face as her vag begins to clench with each slap of the paddle. Dolly knows mommy is doing this because she loves Dolly so and wants her to remember to be a good, good girl.
Again, the short reprieve as Mona's fingers dance over her slit, up in her vag to feel Dolly's crunches, and over her clit. Then the hairbrush. Mommy always uses the bristle side to scratch Dolly's cheeks some to add to the impact of the spanking. She does this for about a minute before flipping it to begin the final round.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. The brush showers over Dolly's red cheeks and upper thighs. Dolly's tears are fully gushing from her eyes, as she knows there is not much more, so she focuses on how she will be better next week,
The spanking finished, Mona rubs her baby's back until her crying subsides, then lifts Dolly to sit on her lap as she brushes her wet hair aside, and wipes Dolly's eyes as she kisses her brow. A few minutes later, holding her diaper up in front of her, Dolly shuffles to the corner for another fifteen minutes' time out.
With five minutes of her corner time left, Mona comes and stands behind Dolly, takes away the now wet diaper. Dolly finds that during the passion and pain time over Mona's lap at these sessions, she always does pee just a little mixing with her joy juices.
Mona's fingers find Dolly's slit and begin to finger her with concentration, by the time the five minutes are up, Dolly turns and passionately kisses Mona. Mona picks her sweet love up and carries Dolly to her bedroom, where they fall to a full-on sexual coupling for three-quarters of an hour.
When both are wholly sated, Dolly takes to sucking on Mona's nipples for their evening session. After Mona baths Dolly; diapers her; and puts her to bed in the temporary nursery. Mona will join her in a couple of hours. Dolly always falls asleep quickly after theses activities. When Mona climbs in to join her at eleven, Dolly does not even notice her arrival until waking in the morning.
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Dolly and Mona: Adult Baby and Mommy Story
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