Grown Daughter Spanked, Diapered, and Given an Enema! (part 1)

No, not me (boo), but I wish it were. A blog reader pointed me at a video he thought I would enjoy, and boy did I ever! I took some screen grabs from it and will follow its dialog but describe it as if it were me in real life. Should be a fun write and a fun read!

The aftermath!
what naughty grown up daughters deserve.

The video in question comes from what looks to be a mostly defunct studio, DropSeat Productions and is 20/40 Spankings (part 1). The daughter is played by Carly Daniels, the mom by Susan Mills, and the Dad by Dennis Hunter. You can still purchase their stuff on spankinglibrary.com. I am hoping the original makers are still gaining from the proceeds. Go get the video (and some of their others) and you can watch it after you've finished my version to be a fly on the wall. I also found a second video by the same actress in which she was spanked and diapered, so I tacked some of that onto the end especially for you guys who are fans of that sort of thing (though it excites me as well - imagine having that done to you!)

What I noticed while writing this is that there are a whole lot of inner thoughts and feelings that can match the exterior action in any video or photo-shoot, and in fact that is the limitation of those mediums: their inability to accurately convey those thoughts and feelings completely (they can certainly hint at them, of course). Yay the written word!

Being a spanked wife myself from time to time, and also having had spanking experiences with my parents both as a young child and as an adult, and having fantasized a lot about this sort of thing, I will try to bring all of that to this dramatic re-telling of the above fine video, and add some extra bits on the end involving public spanking scenes, diaperings, and enemas. This will be published in multiple parts, so let's get on with part 1!

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Hi, I'm Julie. Let me tell you about one of the most embarrassing three months of my life.

This all happened when I was 22. I had been mostly away from home for the past three years at college and decent summer jobs. I only came home on holidays, and kept those trips brief, because... parents. It had been great finally being free of my overly strict parental control units. I 'kinda partied a lot and my grades were not that great, but I got by. I went looking for a job after my junior year, but nothing really good that I wanted came up (and, did I mention that my grades were not so great?). Mom and Dad would not keep paying for me to live away from home for the summer, so I needed to move back in with them. Great.

When I first moved back in Dad and Mom were all "our roof our rules" sort of thing. Sure, whatever. My attitude was what were they going to do about it anyways? Ground me? Ha! They were really pissed when they noticed that I had gotten some cute tattoos. They yelled at me, that's how out of touch they are, but what could they do about it? I really chafed against their attempts to control me.

Mom had gotten a new car, and I wasn't supposed to use it without asking first. But some friends were in town, and Mom was out (and probably Mom would not have given me permission anyways, as I was supposed to clean up the kitchen last night and forgot). None of my friends had a car and we wanted to go shopping at the mall, so I thought Mom would never know and I just took it. Unfortunately, when backing into a parking space I dinged the left rear against a post. It was a pretty small dent, but it was definitely a dent. I considered not telling Mom, but I figured there was no way I could get away with it, so I fessed up to her. OMG was she every furious! She was so mad she didn't want to talk about it right away but just went and had a bath to "calm down" and "decide what to do with me". Yeesh.

Mom came back from her bath and confronted me. I figured playing it cool and brushing it off as a tiny dent was probably my best approach.

Mom scolded me and said how "irresponsible" I was. Like she never dented a car before in her life? She said I knew the rules, and the rules had not changed, and that she had decided to spank me!

WTF!!!! I was spanked as a kid up to about age ten or twelve maybe, but they stopped spanking after that thinking it was bad for kids, and I got "consequenced" with chores and privilege removals and groundings after that. Even though I was no longer a kid, I could at least understand something like a grounding for what I had done. But a spanking? She had to be kidding. I was WAY too old for this!

But Mom was adamant. I had no money of my own, and relied entirely on my allowance from them, not to mention food and shelter. My parents are pretty no nonsense. And while not explicit, we both knew that if I was going to be rebellious, I would be out on my ass with literally nowhere to go. So while I thought this was really stupid, I figured I didn't have much of a choice. Mom made me stand up and face her and "tell her what I deserved."

This was a ritual Mom and Dad always insisted on when I was being punished. I had to say what I did wrong and ask to be grounded for two weeks or whatever to "teach me a lesson". But this time I had to ask her for a spanking! OMG this was actually going to happen. So humiliating! I took a deep breath and said "I deserve a spanking, Mommy, because I took the car without permission and I got into an accident. So please spank me, Mommy, to teach me a lesson."  Stupid ritual.

Mom sat, patted her lap, and said, "very good Julie. You know you deserve this. Now get over my lap."

Arghhhh! This was happening, apparently. I was going to be spanked like a little kid. I bent over her knee feeling exceptionally foolish, but I guess that was the idea. I had acted like an irresponsible little brat, according to her, and Mom was going to rub it in.

Mom arranged me into place, patting my butt in the process. Did I mention how humiliating this was? At least I got to keep my yoga pants up. When we were kids, it would have all come down. I guess Mom thought that at 22 I was too old for that, but not too old, apparently, to lie across her knee like a toddler for an actual spanking.

Mom started in swatting my butt with her hand. Oh geeeze.

It didn't really hurt that much over my pants (it did hurt a little), but it was embarrassing. So ok, point for Mom. I got the message! I'd be more responsible. Yeesh. I get it. I get it.

As she spanked, Mom said, "Naughty girl, you know you deserve this too, don't you?"

I answered, "Yes Mommy," feeling like a ten-year-old.

But then Mom dropped the bomb: "and you know you're going to eventually get it on your bare bottom."

W...w...w...what!?! 

"Oh No Please Mommy!"

"Ohh yes!" she said, sounding determined.

"I'm too old for that!" I genuinely felt that.

She responded, "you're not too old to have deliberately broken the rules and disobeyed me." Mom logic.

Was she actually going to spank my bare bottom? A 22-year-old girl? Come on! Maybe she was just trying to scare me. She'd probably let me up and say some idle threat like "next time it will be on your bare bottom," or something like that. Nonetheless, I thought I had best show some contrition else those pants may well come down. I said, "I'm so sorry, Mommy."

What she said back did not instill confidence. She said, "Oh you'll be very sorry by the time this spanking is finished."

She gave me many more whacks and it actually started hurting. I was yelping at some of her spanks. I guess Mom's still got it. Mom never gave me this many spanks as a kid, and I don't remember them hurting like this either. True to her word, it was a long spanking and I was more sorry by the time she finally ended it and said, "all right young lady, stand up."

I stood up clutching my spanked butt, glad my painful and humiliating ordeal was over. Ouch!

I genuinely thought it was over and she would not follow through on her threat. I stood and asked, "are we done?"

Mom answered, "We're far from finished." Then she reached over to the waistband of my yoga pants and started tugging them down! My hands instinctively went to wrestle with her as I said "No! Please!"

"Your pants are coming down!" Mom said as she slapped my hands away. Oh no! She was serious about taking my pants down! I begged and pleaded some more but Mom was adamant. She started pulling them down...

This could not be happening to me! I was 22 years old! What was worse, the panties I had on were extremely childish and too big for me. They were my big sister's panties that Mom had bought for her and that she conveniently left at home when she moved out to get married, and they looked positively dumpy on me. I was supposed to have done the wash and forgot so I had to put on one of her stupid pair. Mom pulled my pants right down to mid-thigh

I told Mom that this was so embarrassing and she answered back, "of course it is, that's part of your punishment." Mom took me back across her knee and started back in, this time spanking the seat of my panties. Thank gawd she had not pulled my panties down!

The spanks were starting to hurt a lot more than when my pants were still up. My panties did not offer much protection from her palm, and sometimes she spanked my low butt where the panties did not even cover me. I guessed this was what she meant about "bare bottom". Those spanks were certainly on the bare and I for sure felt them!

Unfortunately, while I kind of made it through the spanking with my pants up preserving some of my dignity, Mom stripped all of my dignity away by spanking me on the seat of my panties. I was blushing so hard, and the spanking was really hurting by now. I was genuinely learning my lesson.

Mom scolded, "22 years old and you think you know the world?  You think you're going to be exempt from spankings? You think this home, this household, is going to make exceptions to the rule for you? You're going to be spanked like a little girl, on your bare bottom for disobeying me."

With that Mom let a flurry of spanks loose on the lower part of my bottom, not covered at all by my panties.

I naively assume that this was my "bare bottom spanking". It sure hurt enough to be!

While she was still spanking me, Mom said "wait 'till your father gets home."

"Oh No! Please don't tell Dad!" I begged.

Mom just gave an evil-sounding laugh. What would Daddy do when he got home? Would he give me a spanking also? On the seat of my panties??? Mom was bad enough, with Dad I would literally die of embarrassment.

Mom kept spanking me and scolding me, saying things like, "you will learn not to take my rules and instructions lightly, young lady." Yes! Yes! I got it already! I got it! "When you're bad, you'll be punished," Mom added just before telling me to stand up.

When I stood, Mom took the hem of my yoga pants and pulled them right down to my ankles. Oh no. This couldn't be happening to me.

Mom reached for the waistband of my panties saying, "just like a little child... these.. will.. come.. down..."

I begged and pleaded but to no avail. It was literally my worst nightmare coming true. Mom was taking my panties down to spank me!

I put my hands over my face in shame. Mom "tsk, tsk" disapprovingly when she saw my neatly trimmed pubic hairs. That's private! Now my Mom probably figured I was a slut on top of everything else!

Just before going over her knee, Mommy took her slipper off her foot and put it beside her on the couch. I asked her why she did that and she said I would find out soon enough. She pulled me across her lap and then started in spanking my actual bare bottom!

This was much worse than anything that had come before. I didn't think she would do it. But there I was at 22 years of age being spanked on my completely bare bottom by my Mommy.

Mom did not let me forget how bare my bottom was. She also told me that she swore that if I disobeyed her again, that next time she would take me to the living room, open the curtains and the windows, and spank me right there where all the neighbors would see what happens to a naughty girl in this house. At this point, I did not doubt Mom was serious about her threat. She reserved the words "I swear" for only when she absolutely meant it. If I disobeyed Mommy again, I would be made the laughingstock of the entire neighborhood!

Mom picked up the pace and before long I was kicking and screeching frantically under her palm.

The spanking now was really, really, really hurting. No joke! I was sorry. I was sorry. I was so sorry by now. Please no more spanking Mommy. Please no more.

Mom stopped spanking but then just rearranged me over her lap a little so that my chest and head were resting on the couch. She then said "now we're going to start the punishment." What? What did that mean? She picked up her slipper and laid it down across my bare bottom cheeks.

I admit that I panicked. I squirmed like mad and threw my hand behind me to protect my backside. I had already been given a very long and very hard spanking. What does she mean start the punishment??? I begged, "not the slipper Mom, please!"

Mom ignored me and lay in, and for the next five full minutes she would not let up at all!

I think I must have been the most thoroughly spanked girl in existence! I was no longer thinking of the abject embarrassment of being bare bottom across my Mom's knee, I thought of nothing but the intense fanny pain that Mom's slippering brought to my rear end.

When Mommy finally finished with me she made me stand up and scolded me some more. Then she made me go and stand in the corner and told me to think about my misbehavior and not to dare rub my bottom. On the way out she said, "your father is not going to like seeing this," and she left me there with my spanked red bottom on total display.

Oh great. First it was an incredibly embarrassing bare bottom spanking, and now I had to stand in timeout with my nose in the corner like a small child? If you've never experienced this, let me tell you that this is a hard pill for a previously independent 22-year-old girl to swallow. I couldn't believe I was actually in timeout, and the kind of timeout intended for a spanked toddler. That was basically me: reduced to the status of "spanked toddler" by my Mommy.

And what about this threat about Daddy? Daddy was not going to be home for hours yet. Would I have to stand there until Daddy got home??? And would he see his grown daughter's bare bottom when he walked in??? I stood there stewing on those thoughts going around and around in my head. It would be so mortifying. His grown-up daughter with her pants and panties around her ankles, spanked and cornered by Mommy. It was a horrible thought, but why was my pussy getting damp, and tingling?!? Oh no. This could not be happening. What if Mommy noticed??? What if Daddy noticed???????

Mommy had left me with my hands in front.

I couldn't help it! I rubbed my pussy a bit, hoping these feelings would go away just if I rubbed a little bit, you know?

"Stop squirming, young lady!" called out Mom.

Oh no! Did Mom see what I was up to. Evidently not. She assumed I was squirming from the position and the fanny pain I guess.

When I heard Mom back in the kitchen I slowly crept my fingers back towards my pussy again and started rubbing some more, trying not to move at all. Oh God. Daddy will see me. Daddy will see his grown daughter's bare bottom. He might take me bare across his knee and spank me also! If he did that, he would even see my pussy. His grown daughter's pussy. Pussy. Pussy. And bum. Bare bum. Bare pussy. Bare pussy and bum. As I was across his knee, and my legs were kicking, he would see it all! He would see the lips of my pussy, see them gaping open as he spanked me and I kicked. He would even see. Oh my God. He would even see... my bottom hole!!! Hole... Ho.... Ohhhhhhhhhh!

And I came standing there. I tried to not move at all but I'm sure my whole body shook with my orgasm. How sick is that?

"What are you up to young lady?" called out Mom.

"N... n... nothing Mom," I said as steadily as I could.

"Well I'd say you'd have ants in your pants, except your pants are pulled right down."

"Yes Mommy," I said, starting to come back to normal.

"Go get bathed and dressed, young lady. Put on a nice dress, not those yoga pants your father hates so much."

"Yes Mommy!" I said, relieved to be let off corner time, and genuinely relieved that Daddy would not be seeing me in my current state of undress!

[to be continued in part 2, in which Daddy comes home...]