I burst in like a wild animal. "What are you doing?! You can't just walk around like you still live here! This is my apartment! Mine!"
Olivia arched an eyebrow as she looked at me standing in the doorway. Then a small smile crept across her face. But only for a moment. As soon as she realized she was grinning, she pushed her lips into a scolding look that sent slivers rushing down my spine. And when she turned in my direction, dropping her hands to her hips as she squared her shoulders, I felt like I was shrinking right in front of her.
"Did I tell you to move?" she asked.
I stomped my foot. "This is my apartment! Not yours!"
Olivia asked again. "Did I tell you to move? Yes or no."
"It doesn't matter! You need to leave!"
The smile crept back onto Olivia's lips. She shook her head slowly. "I don't think so sweetie. But I tell you what, I'll give you until the count of five to get those clothes back off before I have to punish you for being a bad girl."
Bad girl? Punish me? I shook my head as part of me thought about giving in. No! I'm an adult!
"I want you to leave!"
"One," counted Olivia as she stared me down. "And when you are done undressing, I expect you back on your hands and knees. You don't get to walk remember?"
"No! I'm not a baby!"
"Two," she said in an even tone.
I'm not a baby, I said to myself, trying to calm my rising nerves.
"Three. You should start moving Alexia. I don't want to spank you. We were having so much fun."
The thought of Olivia bending me over and spanking me filled my mind. I hadn't been spanked since kindergarten. It was something you just grew out of as you got older.
"Four. This is your last chance little girl."
I stood my ground. But my nerves were really going now. My legs were shaking. My skin was tingling. And the strange desire for Olivia was already flooding back. Just hearing her talk to me in that commanding tone was making me wet. It was so wrong, but I couldn't stop the rising tension in my stomach, or the tight tingling of my nipples.
Olivia sighed. "Five. That's it. You earned this Alexia."
Before I could say anything, Olivia rushed me. I froze as I watched her hand shoot out, catching my wrist. And when she pulled me forward, her other hand grabbed my ear. With what seemed like no effort at all, she starting walking me towards the bed.
"Oww! Let me go! You can't do this!" I yelled as I tried to free myself from her grip. "You can't spank me! I'm not a little kid!"
Olivia dropped down on the edge of the bed, then pulled me in close, pressing my stomach against her knees. She yanked on my ear, pulling my head towards the ground before she let go. And before I could sit back up, she leaned over me, digging her elbow into my back so I couldn't sit back up. I was trapped across her lap, and there was nothing I could do to stop what was about to happen.
Olivia pulled my shorts down as I kicked my legs ineffectually. As my bottoms slid to my thighs, I quit trying to escape, and switched gears to pleading with the woman who was about to spank me.
"I'll be good!" I said as I tensed my whole body. "I promise I'll be good! You can be my Mommy! I'll get undressed and crawl and I won't talk back anymore. I promise!"
I meant every word of what I was saying. My stomach tightened as I gave myself over to Olivia, but a strange sense of peace washed though me at the same time.
Olivia ran her hand across my small ass, rubbing each cheek gently. "You were being so good," she said as her fingers walked across my skin. "But I've seen this with every baby I've ever trained. At some point, you all want to grow up again. And you need a good spanking from Mommy to remember why you ended up my baby in the first place."
"I don't need the spanking! I told you, I'll be good! We can go back to the living room and keep doing what we were doing!"
Olivia sighed above me. "I wish it were that simple. But don't worry Alexia. Since this is your first time, I'll go easy on you. Six spanks. Three on each cheek. That doesn't sound too bad right?"
She's really going to do this. Nineteen years old and I'm about to be spanked. Holy shit.
Olivia's hand left my ass. But a moment later, her touch returned with force. The room filled with my cry as her palm crashed against my left cheek. The sound of the slap was like thunder in my ears.
"One," she said.
That hurts so bad!
Her hand fell again, catching me on the right side this time. Fire raced across my skin, burning me up as her hand lifted back into the air.
"Two."
"No more!" I yelled as I kicked my feet in the air. "No more!"
Smack! Smack!
Her hand hit my left cheek like lightning. And before the sting had faded, she caught my right side even harder. Tears welled in my eyes as I started to cry. I'd never felt so helpless. Any thought of being in control vanished in that moment.
"Three. Four. Only two more."
I braced myself for the final two spanks. They came just as fast as the last two, but hurt much worse. My ass was on fire, and with each beat of my heart, the pain seemed to pulse. I could almost feel the outline of Olivia's hand on my sore bottom.
"That's six," she said as she leaned back, freeing me from her hold on me. "Now show me you're a good girl. I want those clothes off."
I slid to the floor without a word. And as Olivia watched, I slipped my shorts the rest of the way down my legs, then pulled off my shirt, leaving me naked once more.
"That's my good girl," she said as she wiped a tear from my cheek. "Remember that from now on, I chose what you wear. If I want you dressed up, I'll dress you. Understood?"
I looked down at the floor. "Yes."
Olivia tilted my head back up. "Don't be all mopey. Just because you were spanked doesn't mean we can't keep having fun."
Warmth rushed through my body at her words. I felt my nipples harden into tiny pink peaks, and the tingle between my legs came rushing back full force, fighting for my attention against the sting across my ass.
Why do I like this so much? I thought to myself as I looked up at Olivia. I don't even know her! Why does she turn me on like this?
The answer was there in the back of my mind, but I didn't want o acknowledge it. Not right now. The small piece of me that still wanted to be an adult wouldn't let me.
Olivia tapped the mattress next to her. "Come up here. This is much more comfortable than the floor."
I moved slowly, feeling strange that I needed permission to get onto my own bed.
Olivia looked back at the mattress as I climbed up. She reached out and touched the wet spot in the middle of the bed. "Still wet. You need a plastic sheet to keep that from happening."
"Or I could just not wet the bed again," I shot back.
Olivia pushed me back onto the mattress as she giggled. "Something tells me that isn't a possibility anymore." I could feel the wet spot against my spine as I looked up at her.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked as I stared into Olivia's eyes. "Why me?"
She smiled down at me while she ran her hands up and down my naked body. "Because this is what I want. And I know that deep down, you want this too. Now be a good girl and stay right here for Mommy."
Olivia crawled off the bed, leaving me alone on my wet mattress as she disappeared back into my bathroom. But she wasn't gone for long. And when she came back out, she was holding something in each hand. As she came closer to the bed, I saw the razor she clutched in one hand and the shaving gel in the other.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
Olivia dropped the shaving supplies on the bed, then pulled out a small towel she'd been carrying under her arm. She tapped the side of my thigh. "Lift up."
Lift up? Lift what up? I looked at her in confusion.
She sighed and tapped my leg again. "When I do this, I want you to lift your legs and that cute little butt off the ground."
"Okay..." I lifted my legs up, rolling onto my spine as I pushed my ass int
o the air. I had no idea why I was doing this, but I didn't ask questions. And with my cheeks exposed like this, I didn't want to make Olivia mad. My skin still stung from her spanks.
Olivia slid the towel under me, then tapped my legs again. When I dropped my butt back to the bed, I felt the terrycloth under me, soft and fluffy against my skin. I watched nervously as Olivia picked up the shaving gel. When she turned back to me, she tapped the inside of my thigh this time. Tingles shot up my spine.
"When I touch you here, it means I want you to open your legs wide."
I spread my legs slowly, watching Olivia for any hint at what she was about to do. But her face was a mask of determination. She didn't move until my legs were splayed out on the bed, leaving me open and unprotected. I shivered uncontrollably as I watched her.
She popped the top off the shaving gel and squirted a small mound of the pink goo into her hand. A tiny smile worked its way across her lips as she leaned in and reached for me. As her hand landed on my mound, I held my breath. The gel was cool to the touch as she rubbed it into my pubes, creating a mess of shaving cream across my privates.
She's going to shave me. I'll look so weird...
She wiped her hand on the towel between my legs before she picked up the razor. "Stay very still for me okay sweetie? I don't want to cut you on accident."
The razor touched down on my skin, sending nervous energy surging through me. I couldn't believe I was letting someone shave me. But as the razor slid across my skin, cutting through the patch of hair that marked my adulthood, I couldn't help but admit that this wasn't any weirder than anything else we'd done in the last hour.
The razor squeaked as it moved across my mound, leaving fresh, smooth skin in its wake. When I lifted my head to watch, Olivia stopped for a moment so she could push my head back to the mattress.
"You can look when I'm all done. I promise you'll like what you see."
I sighed on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to drive away all of the nervous energy rushing through my body. Every inch of me tingled as Olivia worked, feeling like I was ready to burst if I didn't do something soon. My stomach tightened into a knot and my heart beat so hard in my chest that it hurt.
Olivia pulled the towel up between my legs, wiping away the last of the shaving cream from my skin. And when she did, I squeezed my thighs together, feeling how the towel bunched between them. My clit throbbed as my mind flashed back to the diapers waiting in the living room. Would this be how it felt?
"All done," said Olivia. "You can look now."
I lifted my head and looked down at my mound where my hair used to be. But now there was nothing but smooth skin leading down to my little lips. I ran a finger across the area, but there was no trace of my hair anymore. I looked so much younger down there, and that made me feel younger too.
"It looks so strange," I said as I leaned back on the bed.
"You'll get used to it," replied Olivia. Then she leaned down and shot me a mischievous smile. "There are benefits to being so smooth."
Without warning, she pushed my legs open and dropped her head between them. I looked up in shock as I felt her tongue touch down on my newly smoothed skin. And as her tongue drifted lower, my breath caught in my chest. I didn't let it out again until I felt her push my lips apart so the tip of her tongue could find my aching clit.
My breathy sighs filled the room when she did. I threw my head back and clawed at the mattress as she ran her tongue up and down my swollen button, sending waves of ecstasy rushing through me. So far, Olivia had done nothing but bring me new experiences. And this one was my favorite so far. My eyes closed as her speed picked up. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone lick me like this.
And she wasn't done yet. As she massaged me with her tongue, I felt her fingers slide across my lips. My legs shuddered at her tender touch, and when her fingers finally pressed into me, every muscle in my body tensed at once. I'd never felt anything like this.
As her tongue danced across my clit, her fingers pushed in and out of me slowly. At first, it was a single digit, exploring my depths cautiously. Then a second diver joined in the fun, pushing me wider and making me sigh in pleasure. But it was the third finger that sent me over the edge. With three inside of me, Olivia pushed deep, then curled them within me, touching and tickling me intimately. With the twin sensations down below, I knew I wouldn't last long. And within a minute of her starting, I came.
I wasn't a stranger to orgasms. I'd given myself plenty. But this one was something else altogether. Pleasure exploded through me, rushing up and down my body, tensing every muscle along the way. I gasped as the pleasure grew, and as my eyes rolled back, I quit breathing. With each passing second, my ecstasy grew, leaving me writhing on the bed while Olivia continued pleasing me. My lungs began to burn, but I didn't want to stop holding my breath. I knew as soon as I tasted fresh air, my pleasure would end.
It was the longest, and most intense, orgasm I'd ever had. When I couldn't take it any longer, I let out my breath and melted against the mattress. As my eyes slowly opened back up, I saw Olivia leaning over me, smiling sweetly.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" she asked with a smirk.
"Mmmhmm," I moaned, unable to form real words at the moment.
Without another word, Olivia's lips dropped to mine. Surprise swelled within me but it faded quickly as I kissed her back. I wrapped my arms around her as I pulled her down on top of me. And for good measure, I slid my legs around her middle so she couldn't get away. When I opened my mouth to let her tongue in, I could taste myself on her lips, tangy and sweet. I'd never wanted someone more than I wanted Olivia in that moment.
When we finally ended our kiss, I felt like a blank canvass. After what Olivia had given me, I was ready and willing to do whatever she wanted. I wondered if she would slide her skirt up and force me to return the favor. Would I be able to make her feel as good as she made me feel? Could I even do it? I never considered myself a lesbian, but after what just happened, I was really open to the idea.
Olivia slid off the bed, then held her hands out for me. When I slid my fingers between hers, she helped me up, but only until I was off the mattress. As soon as I was on my feet, she smiled at me, then pushed me down towards the floor. I sank to my knees without resisting, and looked up at Olivia waiting for her next command.
"Are you ready?" she asked as she ran her hand through my hair.
"Ready?"
She smiled down at me. "Ready to take the next step? Or I guess in your case, crawl."
I slid my hand up Olivia's smooth leg. "What do you want me to do?"
She stepped away, and walked towards the door. When she reached the hallway, she turned back towards me and curled her finger. "I want you to come with me baby girl. I think it's time to get you dressed."
My heart thundered in my chest. Her words could only mean one thing. The diapers still waiting in the living room filled my mind, and as Olivia watched me, that tiny piece of adulthood struggled against the rising tide within me. As my tummy ached, I dropped to my hands before crawling towards Olivia.
"That's my good girl," she said as she watched me. "Now let's go get you into something more your age."
Chapter Six
I felt so small as I crawled behind Olivia. From my spot on the floor, I couldn't even see all of her. My eyes locked onto her tight ass as she walked me down the hall. As I crawled, I watched her walk, driving home the feeling of being under her control. I didn't see myself as an adult anymore. I didn't make my own decisions. And even though this was my apartment, I couldn't touch anything within it without Olivia's approval.
This is crazy. I shouldn't like this. I shouldn't want this.
But no matter how many times I had the same thoughts, I couldn't get past how good I felt right now. This morning I was a nervous wreck, worried about how people would see me. Worried about how old I felt. How sexy I looked. But as I crawled across my carpet, I wasn't worried about any of those things. I fel
t sexy. I felt free. I felt good.
And all I had to do to keep feeling this way was give myself over to Olivia. It sounded crazy on its own, but I couldn't deny how she made me feel. She took away my need to try and control anything. I was nothing but a baby in her eyes. And she would be my Mommy. She would take care of me. She would make it so I didn't have to worry anymore.
I moved away so I could be myself. I couldn't even make it a week. Maybe Olivia is right. Maybe I've always been a baby. I've never been able to stand on my own.
Back in the living room, Olivia picked up the diaper that started it all. She unfolded it as she turned around to face me. And when she looked down at me, still on my hands and knees, she gave me the warmest smile she could manage.
"Lay down for Mommy," she said as she sank to her knees. "Let's get you dressed."
This is it, I thought to myself as I rolled onto my back. I'm really letting her do this.
Olivia tapped the outside of my thigh. Remembering what she'd told me in the bedroom, I rolled my hips and lifted my legs into the air. I heard the slight crinkle of the diaper as she slid it into position. And when she tapped me on the leg again, I dropped my ass onto the soft inner liner of my new undies. I'd never touched anything that felt like the diaper under my butt. It was soft, but not like my towel. It was puffy, but not overly-so.
My heart raced. And as I laid on the floor, a single thought ran in circles through my mind.
You're a baby now. You couldn't make it by yourself. You needed this.
I closed my eyes and took a breath, trying to calm my rising nerves. When Olivia tapped the inside of my thigh, she startled me. She tapped my thigh again, and as my eyes opened, I spread my legs.
"You're learning fast," Olivia said as she pulled the diaper up between my legs. "I like how willing you are."
The sound of Olivia pulling the tapes free sounded like thunder in the distance. Ominous and more than a little scary. My tummy tightened as she pressed the tapes into place. With each one, the diaper hugged me tighter. And when she finished securing me into my diaper, she patted the front, making the plastic crinkle loudly.
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