;D Gotta go with putting it all in at once hope this works!
Samantha Richards sat in her office looking out over the rows of cubicles. She had reached a pinnacle of sorts; she was a senior VP and at age thirty-eight had done it fairly quickly. But now she was terrified for her daughter the girl had no sooner turned twelve than she had started wearing all black and started asking for weird piercings in her nose lip etc…etc… . She had decided that she needed to focuses on Jessica and she realized that she had missed out and not been there for her in her climb up to the top. Jessica also was acting out because of her small size by sucking her thumb and had wet the bed last night. Her little girl was in a huge change in her life and she wished that there could just be a pause. She didn’t need the money, her late husband who had been more involved in Jessica’s life than her had been wealthy. Now work was a grind and she was just sad, she didn’t bother trying to date anymore. She didn’t consider herself a hot commodity, she had gained a pound here and there and was finding more and more gray hairs. She sat in her office and accepted that she needed a change in her life.
Later that afternoon she was looking for a bottle of water in the break room fridge when fate worked in her favor. As she turned to leave the heel of her shoe broke, and she needed to take off her shoes before returning to her office. As she did Kelsey her secretary Trish’s daughter came in to the break room to wait on her mother. She was 26 and just finishing at Harvard Law, and was if anyone an ideal that she wanted for Jessica to follow.
“Hey Kelsey, waiting on your mom?” she asked with a smile as she rubbed her sore feet. “Oh, ya today is my mom’s monthly mother daughter fun day, Rebecca and I are excited to spoil her.” She said including her equally successful older sister, the fulltime homemaker, best selling author and wife of the state Speaker of the House. “Well I may be your moms boss but she definably has me beat in the mom department I am so jealous of her and how you two dote on her” No sooner than she had fished speaking than the woman of the hour herself arrived in the break room. The elder woman entered and was as always carrying a positive air about her.
The three sat together and discussed parenting and home life, eventually Samantha could no longer take it and broke down into tears. She confessed her fears for Jessica and how the loss of her husband had made her realize the need to leave. “How, just how did you manage to make such wonderful daughters?” she asked her friend. “Well it wasn’t all peaches and cream you know with their anger over their small stature it was pretty hard at first, Rebecca was in a worse place than your Jessica is now though she doesn’t sound to far behind. After my success with her turnaround I didn’t even question and just did the same with Kelsey but we went through our little regression and it all worked out” she said patting her dear daughters hand. Samantha hadn’t really noticed until then that Kelsey and indeed her sister were half the height of their mother.
"Well just what was it that you did? How did you two bond so well?’ she asked looking at the duo for some insight and not understanding. The mother and daughter exchanged knowing glances, Trisha looked at Samantha and said “Lets just say, that “The Club” where we lived is very good at solving these problems” Samantha asked “The Club? Is that some kind of therapy group?” Trisha looked nervous and slightly blushed. “Well it is a pretty taboo methodology and are little town back home is pretty supportive so we prefer to keep it quite. You understand don’t you?” she said as she rose to leave and hoping her boss didn’t ask about it anymore.
Samantha noticed the need for privacy and let the issue go until a few weeks later she and Jessica reached the tipping point. Jessica had ran away with some older boys from school and been thankfully caught by the police before anything could happen they had made the mistake of trying to steal the getaway money.
Trisha sat with Samantha in her house holding her hand as she broke down “Please, Please Trish, I need to know how you did it, how did you turn your girls around?” The reassuring and motherly woman patted her cheek and looked her in the eye, “you are going to have to come to grips with the taboo of this and be in a place where you can give up and be at home most of the time for three or four years, can you do it?” Samantha looked back at her right in the eye " I am done with all of this" she said motioning to her corporate pantsuit. Her now ex-secretary looked at her once more “Ok” she exhaled “I am trusting you with a big secret and the fact of the matter is I am going to make some calls and I hope you don’t mind small town Vermont, next we are going to have to get you on the right supplements” she said as she opened a book.
Samantha was confused.
“We are lucky on two points Jessica is the size and right age for this and so are you, second you have someone like me to start you off this is something that takes warming into and is something usually past down mother to daughter” Trisha said as she wrote out a list of things from the book. “When was your last period?” She asked the now really curious and a little scared Samantha. “Um, ah last week I guess?” she said not seeing what this had to do with Jessica but she was desperate. “Ok, are you allergic to anything particular” she asked “um, no I don’t think so” Trisha looked at her one more time “Good , and how long did you nurse Jessica for when she was a baby?” Trisha asked going down her list. “Oh I didn’t I was working and weirded out by it so she was a formula baby and her father did all the feeding” Trisha just smiled and tried not to make her feel any worse.
“Ok, so this is how we are going to get you to Vermont, you are not going to tell Jessica about this at all the first part of this has to be traumatic to some small extent, so just treat this in the traditional manner for now, local therapy etc…” the older and wiser woman instructed shaking her hands in the air and leading her into a new life. Next you will begin taking the supplements on this list twice a day until you have the new house ready and are moved away from here, oh and you will need to start using this" The older woman said placing a automatic breast pump at the younger’s feet. “Uh…what is this?” Trisha sat down next to Samantha and gently took her hand. “Honey…I told you this would be taboo but, this is it, your baby has to be your baby again.” Samantha was shocked she felt butterflies in her stomach, “are telling me that you treated your daughters like babies and that’s what I am supposed to do with Jessica?” she asked still a little numb. Trisha looked at the flustered corporate forty something with gentle eyes. “Honey, its something you should have done the first time now you get a second chance.” Samantha was hurt down to her core "was I a bad mommy?’ she asked tearing up. “No, No, honey you did the best you could and now you get a second chance, look all of the conditions are right for this.” Trisha consoled. “This has to be one hundred percent, but I promise you she will come out better in the end. If everything goes right and the both of you agree she will potty train before seventeen and be ready for college by nineteen”
And, so it went she took the herbs and fish pills each morning and night she used the breast pump and soon her breasts were sore and swelling just like they had been when she was pregnant. She took her time to quite her job all while dealing with Jessica. Next she put up her big city apartment on the market and waited for Trisha to release the information as to the location of the town and where to move into. She was still in the dark about a lot of all this.
Finally a few months later she was pulling into a town not even found on the map and deep in the woods. She had lost the corporate suit and wore mom jeans, and still unknown to her daughter a nursing bra and pads. It was like a dream it was quaint and clean, not what she had feared. Jessica for her part was still pouty and angry at the world blasting noise from headphones. Samantha had never had any doubt that the traditional court appointed therapy would do nothing. Jessica had cussed her out once again that morning having wet the bed again. Upon leaving the big city she began initiating the first part of Trisha’s plan with Jessica, no potty breaks on the final leg.
Meeting her at the cafe and waving hello as agreed was Trisha. She and the other women there were what she assumed was “The Club”.
Jessica for her part was still mad at her mom she walked around outside the café where her mom had met her friends. She was never going to survive in this stupid town, her mom hadn’t even let her use the restroom on the way here from the last stop. She wanted to go in the café and take a leak but she didn’t want to deal with her mom so she held it. More importantly she was super tired and exhausted and wanted to suck her thumb, she knew her mom knew she had caught her in her sleep. But soon a group of high school kids appeared as she sat holding her bladder hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with her mom. She hated her mom for this, she was way cooler than them. They looked like total geeks and she didn’t understand why they were so mature. She was afraid that her mom was ruining her life.
In the café Samantha was gaining a quick understanding of how things went in the town. As she had entered a group of about ten women and three of their husbands were waiting for her. They greeted her warmly like any other group of women would as the husbands mingled in the back getting ready to leave.
Trisha was there and she introduced her to the other women most were her age, some were younger. None of this was unusual until Samantha was introduced to Tammy Jackson she had been in the back and the introductions had been quiet as she had been told there were babies in the back napping. Tammy however had a "baby’ on her hip. The girl was at least ten years old if not older and though small for her age she was definably not a infant. She was how ever wearing a diaper and a baby doll dress and sucking on a pacifier. As Tammy met her with the girl on her hip; the normal looking soccer mom smiled and pardoned her self “Sorry someone just woke up from their nap early” she said in exactly the same voice and tone one would use with a sweet new infant. The girl for her part was cranky and hid her head into her mothers hair.
Outside the older highschoolers gathered a round the new girl in town. The first girls holding on to her boyfriends arm looked at her and was instantly mean and condescending. “Aww… look you guys someone left their baby out on the street all alone” Stepping up and getting in Jessica’s face she continued “how come you don’t suck your thumb baby, huh?” Jessica was scared she had done nothing to provoke these kids, and they were already surrounding her picking on her. The sweet looking red headed girl in a pink skirt was the next to attack. "Yah why don’t you suck your thumb baby? She said rough as Jessica tried to pass. Both of the girls pushed her down to the ground. “Where do you think your going dummy, this little freak hasn’t even grown up yet and she just thinks she can blow us off” said the first girl. Jessica was holding back tears and her bladder. “Um, I am just trying to go to the café my mommy’s in there” she said holding her bladder as it ached. She again tried to pass but was pushed back down. Now she was passed holding back her tears. She could feel the warm sensation of both her tears and her urine flowing. She closed her eyes and sucked her thumb.
Inside as the ladies all sat down for some tea in a meeting circle like any woman’s book club might Samantha was amazed to watch as Tammy treated the now introduced Kaley like any baby that had woke early from a nap. Without shame or hesitation she reached down into the leg of her daughters diaper and finding it wet pulled out the changing pad from the diaper bag by her seat. She also grabbed a disposable diaper, powder, and wipes. Gently she laid her daughter on the mat opened the diaper and with one hand grabbed the girls ankles lifting her butt up off the diaper. She slid the new diaper under the girls suspended butt and then used a wet wipe on the girls labia and anus. She laid the girls butt back down powdered the girls crotch and fastened the new diaper. She lifted the girl onto her lap and snuggled her close rocking her slightly. The Kaley mumbled into her mothers ear as her small hand grabbed softly at her mothers blouse. Tammy with a look of love ran her fingers through her daughters hair and lifted her shirt. Tammy reached up and unhooked the front flap of her nursing bra. Samantha had tried to mentally prepare herself for the idea of this but seeing it brought it all together. As the girl latched onto her mothers, milk engorged nipple Tammy rocked her back to sleep. All of this happened with no one other than Samantha even blinking an eye.
Jessica had wet her panties during the day for the first time since she was a baby. She didn’t know what to do, she was terrified and running on instinct as the older kids crowded around her. Finally she simply passed out. Falling onto the side walk the older kids stopped, looked at each other and began patting one another on the back. Becky the oldest and biggest girl picked Jennifer up and carried her like a baby into the back of the café.
In the front Samantha and the ladies had finally gotten down to business about how to start . Becky walked in from the back and whispered into one of the women’s ears. Samantha noticed Jackie Smith stand up "Ok, ladies time for the Baby Shower to start! Samantha was shocked and excited, what she didn’t know was that it was for her. Once they turned there attention to her how ever she got goose bumps and butterflies in her stomach. She had never had a baby shower before she had just been to busy on her way to the top. But she quickly remembered Jessica she needed to know what she was up to so she quickly grabbed Trisha and asked after her. The matriarch of the group held up her hand and made an announcement, “the baby is asleep and ready for her mommy” she said with a smile and rubbing Samantha’s back with emotion.
“Here sit down, sit down” offered Trisha as she sat the mother of honor in the big comfy chair, than from the back emerged Becky cradling Jessica in her arms diapered and in a pink onesi. Becky looked a at Samantha as she handed her, her baby girl. “We didn’t have to stall or tease her much the plan worked like a charm mam she passed right out from the stuff you slipped in her drink” Samantha didn’t know what to say she choked up and tears welled from her eyes, “thank you so much girls just for this moment; Trisha has of course made the point that the hardest part will come when she wakes up angry” she said with a sniffling laugh as everyone chuckled knowing that Jessica was going to be one angry preteen when she woke up.
Becky had washed, waxed and diapered her ,changed her into her pink onesi and booties, put her hair into pigtails with pretty pink bows. Becky beamed with pride as her mother patted her on the shoulder , “once everything settles down and you need a break Becky and some of her friends can baby sit for you” said Jackie. Samantha was happier than perhaps even when Jessica was born, this was like her life had been saved. She just held he close as the baby shower started Jessica was the size of a small six or even five year old girl. The ladies explained that the process was limited to girls of small stature because it seemed to work the best that way, and that attempts with girls that were natural alphas and boys just had failed miserably in the past. So the “Club” had become small but important in the town.
Girls like Becky acted as big sisters and did the baby sitting. They had also discovered over the years that aside from the “toddler” stage towards the end of their time as babies the girls didn’t need education. A lot of what girls learn as far as academics are concerned during this stage is often discarded by the brain anyway. They found that for girls that needed the confidence and security of their mommies once they were secure in it, they excelled later.
As the games and cake progressed Samantha was able to finally to force herself to hand of Jessica to the other women. Finally Trisha held Jessica for the first time, it was Trisha that noticed the girl while still asleep was beginning to move around more. Trisha had taken on the role of “grandmother” for Samantha with all of this and so she had been paying attention to the new mother and preteen baby Jessica. Samantha was grimacing as she rubbed her breasts and soon her nursing pads had leaked through her blouse. Also baby Jessica’s drugs had worn off enough that she was sucking her thumb. When Trisha gently pulled the thumb from the girls mouth she continued to suck air as if she were hungry. This was the perfect opportunity.
“Ok, ladies” she said raising her hand to get everyone’s attention " I think its time for presents!" she said gently so as not to wake the girl. “Also MOMMY” she said smiling "looking at the both of you, I do believe someone is hungry, and in need of what you got!’ Trisha gently funned pointing to Samantha’s leaking breasts and offering her the comfy chair again. Samantha blushed and tried covering the milk stains on her breasts, “No, No, don’t you worry about it honey it is something we are all use to and you need to be to for some years to come” said Tammy reaching into her bag and handing Samantha two new nursing pads for her bra.
Samantha had been so distracted by the shower and moms and babysitters going in and out to check on the babies in the back that she was really hit with the butterflies. Sensing her nervousness and slight embarrassment, Trisha got on a knee beside her and placed her hand on her leg for support. Gently rubbing her back she looked at her, “now is the best chance, you can at least say she tried it when she wakes up” she said with a reassuring smile. Samantha looked down at her daughter although she was twelve, to her she was her baby, and for the first time in a long time Samantha see her daughters soft sweet features. The angry and depressed features were gone, at least for now. She nervously began to unbutton her blouse, and reveled her now tight white laced nursing bra. Samantha undid the latch at the top of the cup and folded down the front, she pulled the moist nursing pad from her bra and finally felt relief as her swollen breast fell out. Her areolas and nipples had darkened and milk dripped from her nipple at a steady rate. Trisha stopped her “honey take a second and stretch out your nipple, it will make a little mess but when they are sleeping it makes it easier to latch on.” she motherly instructed. Samantha gently reached across with her free hand and tugged at her nipple and areola. A large jet of milk spayed across Jessica’s onesi. Her heart burst with joy as she pulled Jessica’s thumb from her mouth and replaced it with her nipple. The twelve year old baby girl latched on but as she began to actually swallow liquid, she struggled a bit and opened her sleepy eyes a little. Samantha’s heart leapt into her chest fearing the moment over, but the drugs still held strong and the girl continued on drinking in her sleep from her mother’s breast.
Finally she relaxed as Jessica ate and the party continued, Tammy having handed off Kaley to Becky bought her two cases of Pampers. Becky’s mom Jackie Smith bought her some bottles for when others wanted or had to feed her and a diaper bag. Kristy Jackson another mom there bought her a large highchair that could accommodate the bigger babies they were dealing with. Kendra Hughes the oldest mother still with a baby in the club at 45 bought her extra onesis’ and little dresses and jumpers, plus pacifiers. Finally all of the ladies oooh and aaahed as Trisha brought in her gift, it was a large white lacy bassinet / crib that could line up with the bed for night time feedings. Trisha wasn’t finished she had one of the girls boyfriends bring in a box that contained a changing table. “finally we as a group got together and decided that lacking a husband, we would set up the nursery for you, or at least our husbands would” she said with a wink as the boyfriends and husbands came in and lifted all of the heavy stuff off for the nursery.
“Why, are you doing all of this for me Trish?” asked Samantha wiping away tears of joy. Trisha looked at her ex-boss and smiled well you gave me a job when I really needed it and not for the money but for a change in my life and I am returning the favor" explained the elder woman of the group.
Each of the women then took time to more thoroughly explain and talk about their baby girls. Kendra explained that Jenny her daughter just turned 17 and was potty training, and weaning from the breast. Kendra stood and walked into the back (which Samantha had learned was also the Club daycare) and led Jenny out by hand, the girl was small about half the height of her mother but to big to carry anymore. She had pretty long straight hair in a pony tail. Jenny also wore a peach teddy bear t-shirt and all she wore below that was some pink princess pull-ups, and socks. Kendra brought Jenny up the sitting Samantha and sleeping baby Jessica, “say hello sweetie” the girls mother gently prodded . Jenny smiled a mature smile and simply said “high”. Samantha having been instructed by Trisha that until complete even the “toddler” girls needed to be treated just like an equivalent toddler. As Jessica continued to nurse, though Samantha was sure her milk was drained from her boob, she engaged Jenny. “I hear that you are learning to use big girl panties, is that right Jenny?” she asked as Kendra sat pulling the girl onto her lap. Jenny responded with a smile and only surprising to Samantha semi-adult tone, “Ya and because I was dry for my nap I get milkies, right mom?” She asked almost no different than a normal girl her age asking for a soda or dessert.
Kendra rolled her eyes a little and sighed “yes, ok I am a little sore though so be gentle” and with that Jenny slid baby style across her mothers lap. What surprised Samantha was that Kendra did nothing but kept on talking to the other mothers as Jenny undid her blouse front moved it aside, unhooked the top of the nursing bra and pulled out her mothers plump yet aged and stretched breast. Once Jenny took Kendra’s long red nipple into her mouth, Samantha saw instinct come into play and the 42 year old took a gentle hold of her teenage daughters body and softly patted her pull-up as she cradled her.
It seemed that as the shower wrapped up each mother brought her girl from the back and began to nurse. Trisha noticed a little of Samantha’s confusion and explained that this was pretty much how all of the get-togethers’ ended. The last women left was a little mom of about 35 named Cindy who Samantha would have taken for a librarian or kindergarten teacher with her glasses and quite nature. Finally stood and asked for one of the bean bags in the corner, then asked if all of the men were gone. All of the women seemed to understand and answered in the affirmative. Cindy pulled up and off her shirt and the undid her bra, throwing it next to the bean bag she smiled and raised her hands with her fingers crossed “wish me luck” she said setting her diaper bag by the bean bag and disappearing into the daycare center wearing only her pants and shoes. Trisha leaned in and with a little hint of gossip in her voice simply said “new twin ten year olds, poor dear doesn’t even wear a nursing bra”
From the back Samantha heard giggles and yells, then crying and screams of “NOOOOooo!!!, PLEASE, PLEASE, Mommy!” coming from one of or the other girls. Cindy for her part came back into the café with one little curly haired brunette on each hip one wearing a striped onesi, and another a pink. “This is Laura and Lana, my little darlings” she phrased keeping her cool. The girls it seemed Trisha referred to as new in the sense that they had just started being babies again. Trisha leaned in to Samantha’s ear again, " This is a little preview of what you can expect, but she is suffering through it double, though they were born here and had to of expected this to some small degree" Cindy walked with the crying girls over to the bean bag , sat down and allowed each girl to stand while she got situated still holding them in place by an arm. “OK, What DID WE discuses?” Asked Cindy to the girls in a rhetorical voice that scared Samantha with its authority. "That you need to get use to having your diapers changed and nursing in front of people, you are babies now!!! Each of the girls stood there sucking her thumb and sobbing. Cassy, Becky’s friend another of the big girl babysitters came over to Cindy and the twins, “Cindy can I help?” Cindy relaxing a bit and taking a breath Cindy opened the diaper bag and got out a changing pad “yes thank you, this is the best chance for them to have someone else change them so they get use to it” and then the girls sobbed harder.
Samantha was amazed at how good Cassy was at handling little Laura in the striped baby onesi. The red headed teen in a ponytail and skirt picked her up as the crying girl fought, laid her on the pad, unsnapped the onesi’s crotch rolled it up unfastened the soaked Huggie, lifted the ten year old girls skinny little legs up and open wiped her down with wet wipe lifted her legs up by the ankles once more slid under the new diaper rubbed in some powder and had the onesi latched back up in a jiff. Samantha was impressed and realized that the Club members must use the skills of these girls frequently, she saw the stress fall away from Cindy.
Cindy for her part as Cassy changed Laura handed off Lana to a waiting Becky for a diaper change. While Laura had sobbed through her thumb Lana simply blushed and was resolved to the embarrassment of her diaper change at Becky’s hands. Becky even got in a little reinforcing baby tickle on Lana’s belly getting a small smile. As the two teens helped Cindy she took a soft cloth spit up rag and laying it in her lap Cindy wiped up the milk as her milk ducts had had let down and it was dripping from both of her huge breasts. As Cindy got ready the two teens tried to tickle and blow raspberries on the bellies of the twins. Both of the twin girls from Samantha’s perspective blushed at being treated like babies and tried not to giggle.
Samantha’s nipple was long sore from Jessica using it like a pacifier as she slept. Samantha had been scared to switch breasts for fear of waking her but now it was time as she watched Cassy hand Laura to a waiting Cindy. As Samantha broke her daughters seal and extracted her angry red nipple she fought through the pain and moved her preteen daughter over. As Cindy took Laura she didn’t force her right to her breast, she snuggled close and attempted to have her take it on her own. Samantha was keenly interested in this because Laura unlike Jessica wasn’t drugged and asleep. Samantha watched as the girl rolled her eyes looked back at her mom with puppy dog eyes and finally shook her head yes, and sweetly said “ok, mommy”. Lana was similar though only convinced watching her sister begin to suckle, she slid down crossing her sister and took her mothers nipple into her mouth.
Soon all of the babies were once again asleep. As the mothers left with their daughters they each passed by and congratulated Samantha holding their sleeping girls.
Jessica was so happy she was safe and snuggling she was sucking her thumb but it was sweet and warm and wet. It tasted so good she just swallowed the warm sweetness again and again. Finally she felt her self relax and warmth covered her groin. She knew her mommy was there and had kept her safe from those mean girls. Jessica saw and smelt her mommy lean in smile, and rub her nose with hers. It made her so happy. She was moving again, flying with out her feet touching the ground. Finally she felt herself come to rest on what felt like a firm mattress with soft music playing like a music box. Her head began to hurt and she felt weird between her legs, there was less movement. She wasn’t liking her dream now the music had stopped, she was sacred and a little cold compared to before. As she rubbed her eyes light began to emerge, making her head hurt more. She was crying, she sat up and felt the thing around her that had separated her legs felt heavy and soft. Waking up more she looked around and was in a strange room, behind some wooden slats. Now she screamed, “MOMMY!!!MOMMY!!!” it seemed like forever but it was only a few seconds before her mom came running in and up to the pinkish painted wood slats. Jessica grabbed onto one of the slats and pulled her self up standing on the mattress. “Oh Sweetie you are ok” she said as she lifted her up and over. Pulling her close to her, and settling Jessica on her hip Jessica hugged her mom so glad to see her, “you are going to be just alright” her mother continued. Carrying her around and out of the room and into a hallway Samantha said “its ok honey this is just our new home, and you were asleep”
All of this wasn’t adding up as Jessica began to come out of her fog, she was wearing pink! Also her mom was being nice to her and tender towards her, that was weird! Jessica pushed herself out of her mothers arms and forced herself down to the carpet. She backed away looking at her mom “Mom what is going on, and why am I wearing this!!”, Samantha looked at her with a mixture of anger and concern, “Sweetie, DO Not do that again you scared mommy!” Samantha reached down to pick her up but Jessica slapped away her hand turned and ran down the hallway. As she ran Jessica was slowed by the soggy weight between her legs, not that with her height problems she had ever been very fast compared to other girls. While she ran Samantha simply walked after her, she and Trisha had locked all of the doors and “auntie” Trisha was waiting for her in the next room.
Jessica was stopped dead in place from the stern looking Trisha with her hands on her hips waiting for her. “Jessica! Stop right there!” she said in a trained tone that put the fear of god in her. Jessica watched her mom casually walk back in and sit down. “Jessica, sweetie come here” her mom said still loving yet firmly. She had not experienced this from her mom it was like she was a whole other person, it was kind of how she had always hoped her mom would be and it scared her. Gently taking her by her arm she led Jessica over to her to stand in front of her, her mom looked at her hand, “Honey, you can suck your thumb if you want its alright now” Jessica hadn’t noticed that she had been making a fist and sticking her thumb out like to suck it unconsciously. She quickly shoved her thumb under her arm to hid it, her mother continued to look at her and said “Sweetie we moved here for you, so you can suck your thumb and wet yourself with out any problems” Samantha took a small breath looking to Trisha for support. Jessica looked at her mom and attempted to interrupt her “but I don’t…” Trisha cut her off strongly “Ah… Ah… young lady your mommy is talking” Samantha continued “there will be no more swearing, no more wetting the bed no more smoking or staying out late, because you are going to be my baby again no matter what, and at all costs we are going to start over and see how you do” Samantha said taking a breath.
Samantha was proud of herself she was ready to lay down the law “so now we ARE going to change you out of that wet diaper ,get you in the bath then YOU WILL be going into a fresh one after”. But her rebel had other ideas Jessica smacked her hard across the face, “FUCK YOU!” the girl screamed. Samantha was in shock and time seemed to slow down as Jessica began to turn and run away. But in an instant Jessica seemed to disappear as Trisha snatched her over her knee.
Jessica felt her hair fall to both sides of her face as she was laid over Trisha’s lap, in an instant she felt her thighs erupt in pain. She had known Trisha from her moms job and in the last month she had insisted on being called auntie, but Jessica had no idea that her mom would allow her to spank her! She didn’t want to cry but it hurt her and scared her . She began to fight back but it was pointless Trisha just grabbed her arm and put it behind her back, and then spanked her harder. Finally as her thighs were becoming a deep red she began to sob uncontrollably. Trisha stopped and Samantha knowing what to do as planned grabbed Jessica by the arm and stood her up in front of her as she sobbed. She gently guided Jessica’s arm up and by instinct Jessica put her thumb into her mouth, “That’s a good girl” she said comforting her and rubbing Jessica’s back “Now mommy and the other grown ups will spank you if you are a naughty baby…IS That understood” she said as the girl stood there sobbing through her thumb. Samantha hugged her close and after a while as she still sobbed she undid the crotch snaps on the pink onesi revealing her wet and soggy diaper.
Jessica was still sobbing a little when her mom pulled up the onesi off of her and she felt her stomach roll in embarrassment and her cheeks flush as she stood the in only her diaper and booties. As she covered her chest in embarrassment Jessica watched her mom reach down, lift up her legs one at a time and take off her booties. Then her mom stuck two fingers in the top of her diaper to pull her over a little closer and undid the tapes on the front of her diaper. Samantha let the heavy diaper fall into her hand and rolled it up then handed it to Trisha to dispose of. Jessica was surprised as she was picked up by her mom and once more found herself on her mothers hip this time naked.
“Mom what are you doing?!” she said finally plucking the thumb from her mouth. Samantha looked at her daughter still in pigtails and beginning to squirm. “What did I say we were going to do? We are going to give you a bath silly girl” she said with a smile and little tickle to the chin. Jessica looked at her mom “Mom I am NOT a baby, I don’t want you to give me a bath I can do it my self I am a big girl” Jessica said beginning to push off of her mom like she did before. But this time was different her mom was ready grabbing her arm and smacking her butt hard. “What did we just talk about Jessica, we are going all the way with this! So from now on I WILL carry you I WILL bathe you and I WILL feed you!” She said setting her by the tub.
Samantha ran some hot water to heat up the water she had already prepared. Once she had tested it and found it just warm she picked up Jessica and lowered her in to the water. Samantha set a goal for herself to only use baby talk as she washed Jessica to reinforce the baby. She held Jessica up by the back as she prepared a wet baby washcloth with baby soap.
Jessica was still angry and trying not to cry as her mom began to scrub her. But soon she was pushed back over the edge to tears again. She gave her baby bath toys and started talking baby talk to her as she washed her. Her mom moved on to the no tears baby shampoo and washed her hair. “Oh, how come baby doesn’t want her toys?” Her mom said lifting her to her feet in the tub, washing her private parts and butt crack. She was red with embarrassment as her mom picked her up and stood her in front of her as she sat on the closed toilet seat. Her mom pulled a pink bunny towel from the back of the toilet and dried her off.
“Ok” Samantha said taking a deep breath and smiling “We are going to your nursery now sweetness” she said wrapping her daughter in the bunny towel. She was loving this this was something so new and fun to her and in her heart she knew Jessica needed this but like Trisha had taught her the baby stuff was going to be a transition and some of it had to be worked into. She felt that the baby talk was a big help, Trisha had told her that just speaking it every time to the girl would put into her brain and eventually effect them into speaking it themselves. Samantha didn’t believe that Jessica would take that long but Trisha told her to be prepared just in case.
Carrying Jessica into her nursery she sat her down on her changing table. This was it the first time Samantha was going to do her diaper and the first time Jessica was going to be awake for it. Jessica looked down she didn’t normally jump from so high (well high for her anyway) but she was tempted. She begin to realize what was happening when her mom took away her towel and left her there naked. The vinyl mattress on the changing table was just enough to hold her whole length with her feet dangling over the edge as her mother laid her back. Jessica pleaded with her mom through tears, “MOM, MOM, MOMMY, Please, Please, I am a big girl I don’t need this!!!” but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
During all of this Trisha entered the nursery with a smile, “Oh hi sweetie how was your bath?”, not treating her as if she could even answer her mom replied. “Well bath time went better than mommy expected Auntie Trisha, but some one is being a fussy girl for her dipey, huh” Jessica’s mom said looking down at her and smiling a reassuring smile as she lifted up her legs by her ankles. At this Jessica for her own sanity just popped her thumb back in and looked at the mobile of pink teddy bears and bunnies that someone had hung from the ceiling.
Samantha was about to powder her when Trisha stopped her with some advice. “Make sure you push her knees a little higher and that will open up her crack there to make sure we powder her everywhere. You want be able to see her little anus so you know that it isn’t red and rashy or wet. It is going to be a little uncomfortable at first but you will get use to it mommy” said Auntie Trisha patting Samantha on the back as she finished taping up the new diaper. Samantha was a little red in the face it had been awhile since she had changed a diaper, and she had to remind herself that Jessica was a baby again.
Getting out a new clean onesi Samantha got ready to put it on to Jessica when Trisha stopped her again with some more motherly advice. Jessica having been sat up in the new diaper was surprised by the comfort she found in it despite her anger over her situation. Also she was hoping to avoid the embarrassment of wearing any more baby clothes like the onesi. But Trisha shot that down, “Sam, just leave her in the diaper I got her lunch ready and you don’t want to get that dirty yet” she said. “Oh, is her highchair ready?” She asked picking up Jessica and putting her on her hip. “Yes, oh and don’t forget her bib” she said casually as she left.
Getting into the kitchen area Jessica saw a highchair that was pink and had a bunny printed on the plastic. What was it with these bunnies? She was sure that she would soon come to hate them. She had never believed that she could be more embarrassed than having her diaper changed . But she had been able to separate herself from that and go somewhere else, as her mother changed her diaper. This was different though she was hungry and wanted to eat but not like this naked except for the diaper. Jessica was beginning to hope that this was just a phase for her mom, and wanted so bad to put up a fight but she didn’t want another spanking. “Mom I am not going to eat that!” Jessica said trying not to yell at her mom and looking at the baby food jars and sippy cup sitting on the table awaiting her.
As Samantha locked her daughter into the high chair she wondered if she should continue with the baby talk or if she slowed down a little it would make meal time easier. Trisha had said that this might be a little necessary, but that the baby talk had to be pretty constant. As she tied the bib on Jessica she leaned back and looked at her baby. Her heart still stopped looking at her, she was happier than she could be, Jessica was so cute. Jessica awoke her from her daze, “Mom, please tell me, when we are going to be done with this baby stuff?” Samantha tilted her head in sympathy for her daughter, “oh honey, not for a long time sweetie, your just a baby now and it will be a long time before you are a big girl again”. Samantha sat up with a smile and grabbed one of the baby food jars. “Buuuuut…” she said with glee “I promise we will start with foods you like and can handle, like applesauce with berries!” she said with glee holding up the jar of Gerber.
Jessica had, had enough of all of this but she was hungry and applesauce didn’t sound to bad, “Ok, but I get to feed myself like a big girl” she said giving in with a sigh and rolling of the eyes as she reached for the baby food and spoon her mother was holding. “Ah, Ah, Ah… No mommies feed babies but you can have your sippy cup by yourself” said her mom pulling the food away and placing the nonspillable two handled contraption on the tray in front of her. “NO!” Jessica said beginning another tantrum throwing the sippy cup on the floor. Jessica felt the highchair slide forward as her mother pulled her forward by her leg, her heart jumped into her throat as she readied herself for another smack on her legs. But she was surprised her mom just brought her nose right up to hers and began tickling her. She tried not to laugh but she had always been ticklish and her mom was being sweet to her not angry.
Jessica was still smiling when her mom stopped and asked her if she was hungry. As she shook her head yes she realized that her mom had been tickling her naked in a diaper in a highchair. Samantha smiled and stirred the applesauce with the rubberized baby spoon. Jessica sighed and rolled her eyes and said “fine whatever” as her mother put the spoon to her mouth. Soon her mother moved on to peaches and then came the final test strained peas! She started to fight at that but her mom convinced her to go ahead. Once the jars were empty, Samantha wiped Jessica’s mouth with a baby wash rag, and pulled her chair up with Jessica so she could look her in the eyes. “Now, honey we are going to do a bottle”, she said resting her hand on Jessica’s knee. “I am not talking baby talk now because this is serious and I don’t want you to fight me on it, so come on” she said removing the tray and shaking the bottle.
Samantha picked up the preteen girl and put her on her hip and carried her over to the couch. “Mom, if I just drink the bottle can I go watch TV?” Jessica asked tying to just get some alone time. "Sure honey but Mommy chooses the channel ok? Samantha said as the mother and daughter sat on the couch. Jessica replied with another “Fine” and roll of the eyes. Samantha moved Jessica into her lap and cradled her head with her arm. “Here, drink” she said placing the nipple at her daughters lips. Jessica looked at the bottle and saw that it was the kind with a bag inside holding the milk. The milk was also a little weird looking in the bag it wasn’t pure white like she was use to. She just began to suck the bottle and decided that she didn’t like the soft plastic nipple like her thumb but it would do. The flavor was so familiar and sweet it was almost like some one put sugar in the milk. “Mom, is this milk?” she asked stopping for a second. “Why, is something wrong?” asked Samantha hoping she hadn’t been found out with her plan. “Um, no it’ warm and sweet but way better than baby food so I aint complaining” Samantha caught her breath "Yes honey, it is milk just go ahead and finish. Samantha was surprised at how fast Jessica drank the bottle. Jessica sat up in her moms lap as Samantha put down the bottle, she let out a little burp. She smiled and let out a little giggle, Jessica was surprised as her mom picked her up held her close and supported her by her butt with her arm. Jessica’s mom began rubbing her back and patted her hard, she let out a belch.
Samantha hugged her daughter close and continued rubbing her back, “ooh. .that’s momma’s big girl.” She thought that burping Jessica that way would have elicited a negative response, but was surprised when Jessica asked “Mommy…er…a Mom can I have some more of that while we watch TV? , oh and something to wear?” Samantha smiled an unseen smile “Sure, baby, go sit on the other couch and I’ll be right back.” Jessica got down and waddled over to the couch in front of the TV. Samantha went back in the kitchen and pulled a bag of breast milk from the fridge. She and Trisha had agreed that it would be best if they started slow before going right to the breast. It was hard, she had to pump and desperately wanted the closeness she felt before. While the breast milk was warming up she went into the nursery and picked out a onesi and some booties. Entering the living room she picked up Jessica off the couch and lifted up stood her in front of her and pulled the onesi on. Next she picked her up and laid her on her back snapping the onesi’s crotch together. As she opened the socks Samantha made a point about being in a play pen. “I should have gotten out the play pen, but because we are going slow with some of this we will wait till tomorrow”. Next she placed the soft frilly socks on her daughters feet. But the thought of a play pen brought another argument and a little attitude from Jessica. Thank goodness for TV she thought, even older girls like her could zone out and forget their drama for some cartoons
For most of the day and afternoon Samantha just let Jessica watch TV and draw some minus the couple of small screaming matches about being treated the way she was. Going out at all would be later but for the first day couch potato was fine, but Samantha remembered, that Trisha had told her that a good reinforcement was to check her diaper. As Jessica laid on the couch watching cartoons Samantha just did it just like Tammy had. It caught Jessica off guard, her mother sticking her finger in the diaper leg. “just checking to make sure you are dry sweetie” as she sat down next to Jessica. The girl for her part gave another little bit of attitude with a sigh and roll of the eyes. Samantha pulled her up so that she snuggled against her. Jessica sucked her thumb and thought about how much today had sucked and how she wished she could run away but she didn’t even know where she was. But this was so nice this is what she knew she had wanted for so, so long, but it took her mom treating her like a baby again to get it .
“Mom, can I have a snack before dinner?” Jessica said feeling her stomach grumbling "Sorry, sweets but you can have another bottle of milk that’s it " Jessica was a little torn she was really liking the milk her mom was giving her, but wanted to slow down on the baby stuff like the bottle at the same time. Finally her stomach won out, and shaking her head yes as she sucked her thumb seemed like something a baby would do but it was still comforting. Finally her mom went into the kitchen to cook dinner, which would indeed be something new. She was scared of what she would be facing, would it be more baby food? Her dad had been the cook when they even cooked dinner at home at all. She was strangely finding herself wanting baby food, rather than an attempt at cooking by her mother.
"Ok, Jessica dinners ready!’ her mother sang walking up to the couch. Without a though Jessica stood and walked over to the bathroom. When she got to the door it was locked, “Uh… Mom I gotta go and I always go and wash up before dinner, why did you lock the door?” Her mom looked at Jessica with the same little look of concern and sorrow. “Oh, honey babies don’t use the bathroom they use their diapers and their mommies clean them up” Samantha said hoping that this wouldn’t result in a tantrum, wrong! Waddling as fast as she could with the diaper on into the kitchen. “MOM! This has gone far enough I have to GO! Let me in the bathroom!” Jessica screamed. She hadn’t thought that her mom wanted her to really use them and she didn’t have to go until now, gross!
Samantha looked at her daughter and took a breath counted to ten to herself picked up her daughter and sat her into her highchair. Fighting the mother and daughter wrestled until the tray was locked in trapping Jessica. She struggled and tried to find the latch on the tray but couldn’t reach under it. Jessica screamed and flailed fighting against the highchair.
Once Samantha had caught her breath she looked at her little angel turned devil, “well when you are ready for dinner let me know” she said calming herself once more, she got her own dinner ready and casually sat down to eat not looking at her daughter.
Jessica was exhausted from fighting and kicking, and her voice was becoming horse. Her mom had long finished her dinner and was sitting quietly in the kitchen chair facing her. Her bladder was beyond pain she was gritting her teeth, and she was feeling her bowels begin to quiver. “Mommy if I pee in my diaper can I sit on the toilet for the other?”, she asked trying to bargain on the verge of tears, her mom looked at with a little sympathy then shook her head no. “Sorry sweetie you are way to little for the potty now” Jessica was most weirded out by her mom when she, did that, talk to her like a baby but in a way they both understood she knew.
The truth of the matter was that Samantha was a little weirded out by it to, but she did feel like it was making progress. She felt that it had somehow led to the time they spent on the couch together today just hanging out as mom and daughter. Also she had not changed a poopy diaper in a long time, she was defiantly not looking forward to it, but she knew it was going to be necessary for the next four to six years. Trisha had told her that the huge milestone and the true beginning of the babyhood was when Jessica stopped even knowing she had or was having a bowel movement. Trisha also told her that each girl was different but that this practical period could take awhile, where some big girl talk was just necessary until Jessica became more and more dependent on her.
Jessica had reached her tipping point she began to cry she knew she had to give in to her mom, wiping away her tears she looked to her mom. “If I do it can I still have some thing to eat?”, she was famished having had her tantrum. Her mom had long since put away her baby food and she didn’t know if it was going to be it for the night, when she had been younger her daddy had sent her to bed with no food if she was bad. She didn’t know if her mother was continuing the discipline or not. “How about another bottle would that be ok?” Asked her mom. Jessica though of the sweet creamy drink and how filling it was. But it would be the fourth time today, was that ok? She felt like she was getting away with something, like she was having more soda than she should, it felt like it was a day off and it was her birthday where she was splurging. “Would you be ok with that? Its like four desserts in one day mom.” her daddy had always been strict about sweet things. But her mom was suddenly ok with it? And it meant sucking on a bottle again!
Samantha sort of giggled with a secret joy at the idea of her milk being a treat to Jessica. “Oh, honey you are allowed that from now on, not things like ice cream or what ever right now but in awhile you can have big girl treats for doing big girl things,” she said as she stood and pulled a bag from the fridge and held it up for a yes or no. Jessica shook her head in the affirmative. Her mom turned on a burner on the stove to low and put a pot of warm water on to gently heat the milk to 98.6 F degrees. All of this was lost on Jessica but Samantha liked her little secret for now. As Jessica depended more and more on the milk one day there would be a terrible accident and all the bottles would get lost. Then her favorite meal would have to come from the source, and Samantha could begin to feel that special moment again.
But while that was warming the next big step was here and Samantha looked to her daughter. “Well now I think it is some little girls time to use her diaper, don’t you?” she asked crossing her arms and waiting. Jessica gave her a look of defiance but then closed her eyes and tried to imagine se was on the toilet. This was so gross; an accident was one thing but this was a conscious choice. First Jessica released her bladder, it was easier and she was in the most pain from her bladder. Samantha recognized the relief on her daughters face as she let loose her urine. Jessica felt warmth and moisture envelop her groin as she felt the diaper expand. The combination of relief and pleasant sensation worried her she might like that part a little too much and make her escape from babyhood harder.
As her mom made herself busy around the kitchen, she knew giving her just the most subliminal privacy she finally was able to pretend she was on a toilet and relax her bowels. The almost all liquid diet for the past 24 hour reared its head. It was soft and warm and with the exception of the smell that soon emerged she was glad. She was shocked to look up and see her mom looking at her. "Was that so bad that we had to go through all that drama?’ she asked as Jessica felt herself turning crimson in the face. Jessica’s mom walked up to her and stroked her hair with a reassuring smile. She unlocked the tray and lifted Jessica onto her hip. Jessica was caught up in the moment of sensitivity from her mommy, she was surprised with herself when she rested her head on her moms shoulder as walked back to the nursery.
Jessica reflected on this as her mom laid her down on the changing table, “Mom how come you are doing this, how come I have to be a baby all of a sudden?” Samantha was a little stunned and a little choked up as she tried to formulate an answer. She rested her hand warmly on Jessica’s tummy and placed a strand of hair back behind her ear and looked at Jessica. “Well, first off it isn’t exactly all of a sudden sweetie, auntie Trisha and I have been planning this for months” she said with a smile and a gentle pat as she began to unsnap the crotch of the onesi. Samantha pulled up the onesi and pulled it over Jessica’s bare chest and off. Jessica instinctively covered her breasts, Samantha just smiled and gently moved her daughters hands off of her chest. The look she gave Jessica said a lot, Jessica knew it was silly her breasts were nonexistent and her mom had already washed her that day. “Second” she said getting back to the task at hand, and undoing the tapes of the disposable Pamper. “You know that, we were not having success with you as a big girls before, were we?” she said looking her in the eye. Jessica had begun to tear up a little; she took a breath and rolled her eyes a little hurt but knowing her mother was right. “Well then how come all of this why not just more shrinks, and the loony bin I am sure we could have afforded a nice one” she said crossing her arms holding herself and beginning to cry. Samantha found herself once more moved as she opened the diaper and used the clean top part of the waist to wipe down and roll up the stinky diaper. Holding up Jessica by her ankles she set the dirty diaper aside and pulled out some wet wipes. Samantha thought about truly opening up to her daughter and how she felt like her problems were all her fault and not Jessica’s dad dying. But she just said, “Well that is a discussion for when we make it back to calling me Mommy all of the time and forgetting about ‘MOM!’” she said impersonating her daughter and giggling ever so slightly as she wiped away the feces and urine from her daughters labia and anus.
Setting a fresh Pamper under her daughters rear she set her down, she placed her hand on her babies tummy to hold her in place as she shoved the dirty diaper into the diaper genie and reached for the tube of diaper cream. Placing a dollop on her finger she rubbed it around Jessica’s cheeks and butt hole. Jessica having ceased her crying and sucking her thumb again was suddenly cognizant of something, as intimate as this was, she was only now a little embarrassed. As her mother finally rubbed in baby powder into the folds of her privates Jessica realized how quick this had passed and how much better it made her feel to be dry and that she had been lost in the attention and care from her mother rather than being embarrassed by the taboo of her mom touching her there.
The next thing she knew her mom was putting a little pink nightgown over her head, and carrying her over to a oversized cozy chair. She knew that it was not the normal time she went t sleep but her mom was once more putting her to sleep like a baby. She looked at her mom and she knew that her mom knew she was tired, there was little left in her after today to not sleep. Her mom set the bottle on the little table by the chair and moved her into her lap like she had with the other bottles today. Suckling on the bottle Jessica quickly fell asleep tired from the multiple tantrums and fights she had with her mom. But as she closed her eyes she realized that somehow these fights were different. Normally back in New York she would storm off hating her mother and some times fall asleep about now anyway hiding from her in her room. Now as angry as she was at her mom for doing this to her, her mom was holding her close and was happy.
Laying Jessica down in her crib Samantha turned the baby monitor on, and the lights off. She felt like she was going to pass out with exhaustion herself. But she made it a point to clean up, and unpack the play pen before showering and passing out in her lonely but comfy bed. Samantha woke up to a noise rattling down the hallway. She grabbed a bat quickly, and her flashlight, opened her bedroom door and shown the light toward the noise. Jessica was trying to force her way out the front door, and to think she had though about calling Trisha to say how good things were going.
Jessica had woken up with a wet diaper. But this time she was not scared and knew she was in a crib and her sadness turned into anger. So quietly as she could she climbed out, standing there in her wet diaper made her angrier and angrier. She wanted to call her friends and talk , finding the phone she called her friends in New York but had little luck. Finally getting a hold of a friend she asked her to come get her but she had no idea where she was, and the girl said no anyway, some friends! She never told her what her mom had done to her it was just to embarrassing. So she hung up and just tried to think, waddling from the phone in the kitchen to the living room the first thing she realized was, that she had to get the wet diaper off. Lifting up her night gown and peeling the tape off from each side she lowered the diaper off and threw it away. She began to think about everything that had happened, and about how her mom thought she was helping her or something. She just decided to make a run for it, but the door was locked from the inside just like the bathroom! She just began to vent her anger on the door and the next thing she knew she was looking at her very angry mother.
Samantha turned off the flash light as she turned on the kitchen light, next she moved to put her hands under Jessica’s arm pits to lift her. Jessica smacked them away, “Get the Fuck AWAY FROM ME!” She screamed running away this time slightly swifter minus the diaper. With her mother in pursuit Jessica looped around back to the phone, “Ha! 911 Bitch!” she yelled holding up the phone. “Hello, Hi, Uhm… Yeah this is Jessica Richardson, my, my mom has gone crazy she brought me to this stupid fucking town god knows where and she made me wear a diaper!” she almost yelled frantically into the phone at the 911 operator. “Ok, sweetie, ok, it will be alright is your mommy there?, can you put her on the phone?” the sweet and calm lady with 911 asked. Jessica wasn’t sure that was a good idea “Look lady I am not going any where near her, ok!”
Samantha was scared, and embarrassed, and angry all wrapped up in one package she just held out her had for Jessica to hand her the phone. “Well how about speaker, can you put her on the speaker so we all can talk?” the 911 dispatcher asked. Jessica looked at the phone and as was her typical response she said “Fine!” and pushed the button. “Hello, Hello Samantha, are you there?” Wait a second, the woman know her moms name! Samantha was a little confused to, “Yes, I am here having a WONDERFULL morning” she said frustrated. “Hi, Samantha this is Tammy from the ladies club, at the café yesterday afternoon, sounds like that new baby is giving you some trouble” Samantha breathed a little sigh of relief. “Oh!, Tammy, yes a cranky little girl got out of her crib and is scaring her mommy! You didn’t tell me you had a job also!” said Samantha with a gossipy glee in her voice, just glad to be talking to another mom. “Well not really, my husband is the Constable and since we are such a small town any 911 calls are routed here, we got a loud alarm that wakes us up” Samantha realizing the time of the morning apologized profusely. “Tammy, I am so sorry she is pulling me to my wits end!” she said. “Oh, honey you are not even the first, you are the first outsiders we have brought in; in awhile, but just let me tell you about Sandy’s girl last year turning her into a baby was insane! So don’t you feel bad honey and you just call me anytime you need some help, we can even do a play date with Kaley, Ok I’ll let you go sweetie, try to get some sleep after you get that newborn down” Samantha replied with a “Thanks Tammy” and the line went dead as Tammy hung up.
Jessica was dumbstruck she couldn’t believe that just happened, everyone was in on it! Still in shock she didn’t see her very angry mother now towering over her, with her hands on her hips and looking down at her, as she still held the phone.
Samantha didn’t even remember picking her up or carrying her down the hallway, or putting her over her knee. But she did recall that her hand hurt from smacking little girl booty, and that getting her in a diaper and into her crib had gone smoothly after that. But as the sun filtered through the blinds of her new bed room Samantha felt regret. She slowly snuck over to the nursery and peered in at the crib.