Punishing her Bratty Girlfriend
Date Published: May 31, 2023, 5:43am
Written By: mommyslittlegirl
Hi all! My first post as I was feeling inspired. Just figured I’d write whatever comes to mind. I Hope you like it! Slacked off on a lot of work for this tonight, haha.
Nami and Cassandra were fighting yet again, and the whole apartment building could hear it. After years of peace and happiness, their relationship had turned tumultuous when they moved in together, and more and more often the two who were typically so in love with each other would furiously butt heads.
This time, the fight had been about nothing more than Nami forgetting to clean up the soda she had spilled all over the kitchen floor that morning – when Cassandra, carrying her load of warm, fresh laundry had slipped in it, dropping the clean shirts and socks directly into the sticky soda, it was all too predictable that a heated argument would be sparked.
“I’VE HAD IT with your TOTAL lack of maturity!” shouted Cassandra at the petite Nami, who stared up at her petulantly, red cheeked, from her expensive white-leather computer chair. “You spilled a two-liter on the ground and didn’t even bother to clean it up?? A WHOLE TWO-LITER?? And what, you just expect me to do it for you?? AGAIN??”
“I was BUSY!!” Spat back Nami, her bare-legged body jerking as she gestured sharply to the computer screen she had swiveled away from. “I couldn’t pause!!”
“Yeah,” hissed Cass, “I saw you start your match. HALF AN HOUR AGO.”
Nami rolled her eyes, looking away from Cassandra back towards the flashing colors on her triple-monitor and, with a smirk befitting a middle-school student, pulling her shiny pink headset back up over her platinum pigtails in an obvious bid to force the fuming Cassandra to go away.
Cassandra stared for a moment before swiftly turning out of the room, long dark hair swishing behind her, and leaving Nami to her own devices. Nami, far too focused on the game, never looked behind her to see the twisted smile that had appeared on her furious partner’s face.
A couple of hours had passed by the time Nami was finally forced to leave her chair, nature’s call requiring quite urgently that she make her way to the bathroom.
Strolling softly down the carpeted hallway, barely paying attention to anything but the glittery-cased phone in her hand, she reached the bathroom door, and, gently pushing it open, made it halfway across the cold tiles before finally (seeming almost annoyed that she couldn’t slip down her panties with one hand) reluctantly lifting her eyes from the screen. However, what appeared in front of her she hadn’t expected.
“What the fuck!?” Exclaimed the tiny woman with a start, then letting out a deep breath as she realized whom she was seeing. “You scared the shit out of me
What are you doing in here?”.
In front of her, still fully clothed and yet situated pertly on the porcelain toilet, was the much taller, bustier, and more elegant Cassandra – wearing an expression she’d never quite seen before.
“Are you here to use the toilet?” asked Cassandra in an unnervingly polite voice, turning towards her girlfriend with a sickeningly sweet smile and not taking her eyes off her for a second.
Squinting in confusion, Nami almost wasn’t sure how to answer. “…Yes?” she replied, crossing her arms with a huff and beginning to fidget in irritation. “So can you like… move…?”
The slightly older woman in front of her, pursing her cherry-red lips, simply slowly shook her head side to side with a smile.
“I don’t think I want to. I think I’ve had enough of doing whatever you want today.”
Starting to realize that something wasn’t quite right, a chill ran down Nami’s spine, and she began to feel a strange sense of panic. Still, she didn’t back down.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I’ll show you what it means. It means that for the next twenty-four hours, this toilet is officially mine.”
This only made Nami even more confused – and angry.
“I’m warning you Cassie. This is a really stupid joke and I’m seriously starting to get angry. I need to use it so just get out of the way already.”
Talking back in such a manner only made Cassie smile wider.
“If you need to go,” gently spoke the strangely calm woman, “you can ask me nicely.”
Cassandra leaned back, casually crossing one boot over her thigh, her head-to-toe mature-looking clothing adding to the absurdity of the situation and what she was asking Nami to do.
The short-statured Nami’s face began to burn a fiery red, and much like her girlfriend had done earlier she indignantly stomped her way out of the bathroom. There was no way in hell she was accepting being talked down to like this. However, Cassandra must have known exactly where she was going…
… Because when she reached her bedroom dresser and yanked open the old wooden drawer that ought to contain her fashionable pants and skirts… she found that it instead contained nothing but dust. Eyes opening wide, she spun to start rooting through her closet discarded laundry for anything she could wear over her tiny white panties, but to no avail. Every single garment that possibly could have covered her up, from pants to dresses to thigh-length coats, had been meticulously removed from her presence.
This was the last straw. Shaking with rage, Nami vigorously stomped her way back to their only bathroom, slinging herself through the doorway and seething at the perfectly tranquil woman in front of her.
“Hello there. Are you ready to talk quietly now?”
“I can’t believe you. If you seriously think I’m going to plead with you to use the toilet you are sorely mistaken.”
“You don’t have to do that. All I want to hear from you is that you’re sorry for making such a mess, for acting like a child, and for turning me into your live-in maid.”
Taken aback, Nami’s mouth fell open and she suddenly didn’t know what to say. All she could do was stare dumbfoundedly at Cassandra.
Regaining her wits, her brow quickly re-furrowed itself. Interrupting her thoughts was the mounting pressure on her bladder that she had intended to relieve some time ago, but despite her position she couldn’t resist snapping back at her partner.
“Look. Cassie. I GET it. You want to spend all your time telling me how much better you are than me just for existing. Well, guess what?? This is what you signed up for, andfor your informationyou’refarfrom perfect yourself!!” If Cassie thought she was going to submissively take all this lying down, she was sorely mistaken. Nami had loaded her statement with as much venom as she possibly could, so she was surprised to see that Cassie didn’t seem to be shaken at all, but no matter.Thankfully, she’d just had an idea.
She shot Cassandra one more dirty look and turned back out of the room. Interrupting her thoughts was the growing pressure on her bladder that she had wanted to relieve quite some time ago and was only getting worse.
She was resentful for having to even consider the idea, but after 5, then 10, then 20 minutes passed with Cassandra continuing to guard the bathroom (Nami had hoped she might get a little bored, or admit that it was just a prank), the slowly increasing pressure on her small bladder left little choice left but for Nami to swallow her pride and use the kitchen sink for what she was beginning to desperately need. With a deep breath, she gingerly descended the stairs and grasped the doorknob leading to the lower level.
click
Her eyes opened wide.
click-click
She was shaking the doorknob rapidly and yet to her horror it wasn’t moving at all. She must have locked it. Cassandra, weaponizing her high intelligence, had thought ahead. There wouldn’t be anything even approaching a receptacle upstairs; everything like that was kept in cupboards downstairs. All Nami could think of was the bottle of water in her room, but there was no chance she’d be able to aim into the narrow end without making a huge mess. The thought of Cass’s self-satisfied expression while preparing, undoubtedly during Nami’s last couple hours of gameplay, danced in her head and made her cheeks burn yet hotter.
Nami sat down, almost bare-bottomed, on the stairs for just a moment before the urgency of her full-and-getting-fuller bladder forced her to make a decision. As little as she wanted to she was going to have to walk into that bathroom and give Cassie what she asked for. And so, resentfully, she did.
“Fine,” announced Nami resolutely, standing again on the chilly bathroom floor and refusing to return the intense eye contact Cassie was directing at her. Instead she turned her resentful gaze to the plain white wall at her side. “…I’m sorry.” she said under her breath, in a voice both defeated and yet still tinged with quiet stubbornness. It was clear from the slight clenching of the her thighs that sheverybadly needed to go, but still she wouldn’t fully acknowledge that Cassie had won.
“…For?” Bemusement tinged Cassandra’s firm tone. She could not deny that she found the way Nami stubbornly clung to her pride incredibly cute, but she couldn’t possibly let that show.
Another sharp, dirty look shot from Nami’s eyes, not unnoticed by Cass who raised one eyebrow and continued to stare at her patiently, hands crossed politely in her lap. It seemed truly unbelievable to her that Nami still had the gall to be rude in this situation; and yet, for Cassie, that made things all the more fun. The self-righteous expression on her face hadn’t disappeared since Nami had come crawling back to the door.
“…I’m sorry you slipped in the soda,” she murmered as fast as possible, so that it was almost unintelligible – like a kindergartener forced to apologize on the playground. “Now please, let me through. We can talk about this later.”
To Nami’s surprise Cass let out a genuine chuckle. “Oh no no no. That’s not NEARLY good enough.”
Her restrained anger now once again apparent as she straightened in her pearly makeshift chair, Cassandra was now gleefully gazing at the petite girl in front of her frantically crossing her legs together who didn’t seem to fully grasp the situation, her firm tone sharpening with every word.
“I have simply had ENOUGH of your entitlement. You need to tell me just how much you regret acting like a
spoiled childthese last few weeks…” Nami’s eyebrows shot up and a giggle escaped her breath from sheer disbelief.
Cassandra continued. “…How sorry you are for making me waste so much of my time practicallymotheringyou as if you never learned the most basic of household manners…” It filled her with pleasure to finally tell Nami exactly what was on her mind.
“… and how very remorseful you are for never listening to what I have to say. Yet another huge mess was merely the final straw. I amsickof your bad attitude.”
Nami blinked, face flushed, completely taken aback and yet incredibly angry.
In the tiny space, where the only sound to break the silence was the two women’s breath filling the space between them, it was clear to both of them that Nami wanted nothing more than to rip Cassie to shreds with words containing more vitriol than ever before.
But grasping her attention away from that was the need that had brought her back in this room in the first place. The water she had downed during her play earlier had continued to trickle through her system far past her initial intention, her bladder and belly swelling slowly to make her so desperate for release that she couldn’t think straight, and Cassie knew it.
The small blonde, taking a shaky breath, mustered her mental energy for one second away from the pressing need inside her body, the slow dripping of a leaky bathroom faucet making doing so even harder. She almost physically had to swallow her pride in order to get out the only words that would save her.
With an expression now far more reminiscent of a begging dog than the proud and stubborn one that had once been practically permanently affixed to her face, Nami turned to the self-satisfied and expectant woman across from her who now indisputably had all the power.
“I’m sorry. I really am sorry. I’m sorry for being such a brat, for expecting you to clean up after me, and for not listening when you talk to me. Please, please, please, I have to go so bad.” Noting the stony expression of her lover she added, with a quivering voice on the verge of trars: “I would do anything right now if you forgive me and PLEASE let me go pee.”
Finally a genuine smile graced the face of her striking girlfriend, still perched atop her throne.
“There now, that’s all I wanted to hear. Thank you. I really do love you and I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”
Nami let out a sigh of relief.
“But.”
No, no, no. PLEASE.
“Even though you decided to be a good girl now, I told you earlier that this toilet is mine. For the next 24 hours, remember, and we still have almost all of that left! I would never want you to think I don’t keep my word!” Cassandra said in a teasing voice, finally gracefully rising up to gentlu place both of her hands on the smaller woman’s shoulders. Her height meant that her impressive breasts, covered only partially thin layers of fabric, were practically directly pressed into the whimpering girl’s face; even moreso when she pulled her into a gentle embrace. “There, there”. With that a couple of frustrated sobs began to spill forth from the tiny girl below her who, for once, made no effort to retaliate.
“Good girl. Now don’t worry. I promise I wouldn’t be so mean as to still not let you go after all this time.” Immediately Nami’s breath caught in her throat as she hung desperately on Cassandra’s every word.
“That’s why we need to really make you understand what a little girl you’ve been acting like. Do you know how little girls go to the bathroom? Little girls who make messes like you?”
Realization slowly dawned on Nami. Cassandra relished watching it spread across her face as she understood immediately that a simple apology wouldn’t be enough for her tonight.
Slowly bending down so that she could look directly into her eyes, hands on her knees so that it was incredibly clear that she was talking down to her, Cassandra smiled at Nami in a way that made her feel less than two inches tall.
“That’s right! Little girls like you get to be put in diapers!” She beamed.
Nami had simply been through so much emotional turmoil and needed to release the bursting pressure in her bladder at this point that she couldn’teven muster the words to say no. To say that she wouldn’t, that Cassie couldn’t make her, and that she’d rather wet herself all over the floor than be humiliated that way. But the truth was that that wasn’t what she wanted to say at all. The truth was that she desperately wanted and needed the thick, fluffy, infantile diaper that Cassie was producing out from its hiding spot in the cabinet at that very moment. She already felt so pathetic in Cassie’s presence after she had punished her so badly that the shame of putting on an adult diaper which would normally have been an unbearable mental block was barely a step up from the torment of not being allowed to release her bladder and just let go. God how she wanted to just let go. She was already pushing and wiggling her legs together just to hold it all in and couldn’t imagine a single time in her life she’d needed to go this bad.
Even so, at the sight of the pure white, crinkly diaper, three times thicker than she ever would have thought an adult diaper could be and covered in a layer of cutesy pink-and-blue illustratioms that made it obvious that it was intended to make her feel as demeaned and humiliated as possible under her girlfriend’s control she couldn’t help but automatically shake her head no despite not a word but confused stuttering spilling forth from her lips.
“Shhh, shhh, little girl.” Cassie pressed one manicured finger to the lips of her confused charge. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. So if you want this diaper – and you’re not going any other way – you’re going to have to ask me for it.” She smiled and stood back up, leaving Nami to hang her head in shame, clasping her hands shyly and bouncing her thighs together to quell the discomfort of having to go. It was obvious that a few drops had already escaped into her damp wet panties and that there was very little time until she couldn’t hold it back.
Drip, drip, the faucet went again.
All at once Nami violently shook her head up and down, pleading eyes looking up to meet those of her domineeding girlfriend. With a twisted up expression and high-pitched, needy voice. She quietly stammered her answer. Something between a yes, an ok, and a whine. She knew Cassandra had understood her perfectly well, and yet the beautiful woman cocked her head in perfect mock-confusion.
“What do you want me to do sweetheart? I don’t understand! You have to use your big girl words and tell mommy what you need!”
The patronizing remarks went completely over her girlfriend’s head as she finally broke down and squeaked, in perfect clarity so as to waste no time:
“Please! Please, please put the diaper on me. Please!”
“Gooood girl.” Nami was rewarded with a kiss and a stroke of her hair and her partner wasted no time. Gently laying her down on the floor, like they had done so many times when in the throes of sexual passion, her lover gently lifted her soft hips and slid the pillowy material underneath her. Nami could barely contain herself, bouncing her legs almost uncontrollably, and, for a split second in between the spasms of need wracking her body, it became suddenly obvious to her that there was something about this that she was shocked to be undeniably in love with. Maybe it was the chances to bury herself in the woman she loved’s soft breasts and body; maybe it was the soft embrace of the cushiony diaper that Cassandra was carefully swaddling her in. Maybe it was feeling so small next to such a powerful woman – being taken care of, or maybe it was the thrill of being punished and the total loss of control. As she came back to reality her lover’s gentle fingers laid the last tape on her diaper, swiping her hands across the mound of her belly to ensure the tapes were fully sealed.
This alone was almost enough to involuntarily make her flood her fresh and cottony diaper with the pee she so badly needed to release, but somehow she managed to hold on and, amidst the shame and embarassment she felt looking down at the diaper unmistakably made to look and feel like that of a real baby she also felt joy and comfort as her ‘mommy’ swept her up and sat back on the toilet, gently placing Nami in her warm and pillowy lap and wrapping her in her arms.
The pressure was unbearable. It was obvious that Nami, face streaked with drying tears, could not possibly hold it much longer without bursting.
“There there, my good baby. Hush and let go, I’ve got you.” Cassandra slowly, gently, stroked her hair with one hand, holding her in place with the other.
Nami’s face twisted up, straining as she both tried to go and held back, not being entirely certain that she knew which one she wanted.
But as Cassandra’s embrace slowly and softly pushed further into her abdomen, suddenly she didn’t have to make a choice anymore.
Squeaking and moaning as her muscles clenched and relaxed, suddenly a neverending, warm flood of liquid flowed into the cushiony diaper wrapping Nami’s lower body. It came spurting out and then streaming from her in bursts that not only Nami but also Cassandra could feel as she continued cooing and gently stroking her beloved baby. More tears came forth without effort as Nami finally felt the relief of letting go what she had been so desperately holding on to for hours and could suddenly release without discretion. She clung to her mommy’s arms, pressing her head in between her warm breasts and finally, finally letting go a tired sigh of satisfaction and calm as the last trickles of warmth filled the spaces in her soft diaper. Her mind went completely blank. All that existed in that moment was the clear and comfortable joy of being there, exactly as she was, surrounded by the feeling of her lover. As thoughts began to fade back into her head, her girlfriend never ceasing to slowly caress her, there was only one that stuck out.
She was going to be completely and utterly addicted to this.