From College to Crib

Chapter Description: Alice has to face her mother after the public accident. Unfortunately, things continue to get worse as her mother's anger is quick to spill over.

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Before long I was back in my bedroom. Mom took me straight over to my bed and then grabbed the waistband of my skirt and pulled down. Shocked as I was by the sudden move I lowered my hands to hide my panties. Mom just rolled her eyes. She grabbed hold of my wrist and sat on the bed pulling me down. I stumbled over her lap until I was fully bent over. This was a position I knew well from my childhood. Most children stop getting spanked when they reach a certain age. Not me. I was spanked whenever I disobeyed mom right up until I left for college.

The first spank took me by surprise and I squealed. It hurt but the embarrassment was far worse. Being taken over my mother’s knee like a toddler really brought me back to my adolescence. As the spanks continued to land on my rear end, I closed my eyes and imagined what friends and family would think if they saw me like this. What would Kat say if she knew I was being spanked?

“Under this house you follow my rules.” Mom said as she tanned my backside.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, “I’ll wear the training pants!”

The spanks continued to thud into my backside until I was on the verge of tears. I could imagine that my butt was turning a very angry shade of red, and I could feel the stinging pain going all the way through me, I was quite sure I’d be bruised after mom’s discipline had finished.

“Oh, I know you will.” Mom said with self-assurance.

As the spanking drew to a close, I had noticed that I needed the bathroom. I don’t know if it was the spanking shaking my bladder up or if it was a coincidence, but I needed to pee quite a bit. As I clambered off mom’s lap, I quickly wiped my eyes of the tears that I’d managed to avoid shedding and rubbed my backside.

“Don’t think that just because you’ve been to college that you are exempt from my rules and the consequences of breaking them.” Mom said as she walked over to where I had left the training pants earlier, “It is my house, and these are my rules.”

I already knew that mom ruled the house as her own personal kingdom. She was a dictator who didn’t suffer fools gladly. It was her way or the highway and since I didn’t have a lot of options I would have to be on my best behaviour if I wanted to be able to sit down with hurting my bruised backside.

“Now take those panties off.” Mom said.

I waited for mom to give me some privacy. I thought she would at least turn around but instead she just waited with an expression practically daring me to disobey. I swallowed hard as I reached and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear.

“Mom, can I…” I started.

“Now.” Mom interrupted, “Unless you want to go back over my knee.”

I had taken just about all the spanks I could handle. With my face burning from embarrassment, I slowly lowered my panties until I was standing in front of mom with nothing covering my lower half. All of a sudden, I couldn’t get into the training pants soon enough. With my hands over my private parts I hurried across to the thick underwear with mom watching every step. I fumbled with them as I attempted to keep myself covered as well as putting the training pants on.

“Excellent.” Mom said, “Now you can come down and help me with the washing up. Don’t bother with the skirt.”

I had just been about to grab a skirt to cover up the embarrassing underwear when mom stopped me. I stood back up and looked down at my new underwear. They were distinctly childish. The baby pink didn’t suit me at all and the cartoon princess waving a want along with the words “I’m a Big Girl!” just seemed to taunt me.

Mom walked to the bedroom door and then held the door open. I kept my head bowed as I left my room. The thickness of the training pants became even more obvious as I walked. Each step caused the thicker than usual material to rub against my thighs. As I walked down the landing the bathroom loomed in front of me next to the top of the stairs, a reminder of how much I needed to pee. I started making my way inside when mom cleared her throat behind me. I turned around.

“You can visit the potty after the washing up is done.” Mom said.

“But…” I started.

It felt like something big had changed. It wasn’t just Mom being strict, it was something more. She’d had enough of me, and it felt like she was letting me know that it didn’t matter how old I was, she was the boss, and she wasn’t going to put up with me defying her. I trembled slightly. She’d always been strict but now I felt something else towards her. I felt fear.

When I saw Mom’s icy look I decided not to argue any further. If I wanted to use the toilet, I would just have to get the washing up done as quickly as possible. I went downstairs and tried to forget how I was dressed, it was easier said than done as the cool air on my naked legs was a constant reminder of what I wasn’t wearing. Mom followed me to the kitchen.

“I don’t want you to think I’m not fair.” Mom said as she went over to the sink, “I’ll do the washing, and you do the drying.”

I wasn’t going to argue with being given what I saw as the easier job. That said, as I took up position with the dishcloths I felt another pang of warning from my bladder. My bladder hadn’t been giving me much warning recently, so I was more than a little concerned. As Mom turned away to turn on the faucets and start cleaning the first plate I pressed my thighs together. I was distracted as well, by the stinging radiating through my butt.

Washing up shouldn’t take long. That was my opinion at least, it seemed Mom had different ideas. She washed one thing at a time and seemed to take an age making sure everything was spotless before handing it to me to dry. Normally, apart from the boredom, it wouldn’t bother me but now it seemed like a test. Handling all of these wet items was seemingly putting even more strain on my bladder. I tried to hurry things along but every time I hadn’t done a thorough job with drying Mom would make me pick whatever it was back up and dry it some more. At one point she noticed a tiny spot of dried food on one of the plates and started the whole cycle of washing it again.

“Mom, please can I go to the toilet?” I asked. I felt stupid. I was twenty-three years-old and asking permission to use the bathroom, “It will only take a minute.”

“We’re nearly done.” Mom replied.

I let out a whine. Mom might’ve been nearly done with the washing up, but my bladder was nearly done as well. I was trying to keep my legs squeezed tightly closed and was practically hopping from foot to foot, when Mom wasn’t looking, I put my hand down to my crotch, anything I could do to reinforce my struggling bladder.

It seemed to go on and on. If anything, Mom seemed to be getting slower and seemed oblivious to my struggle. As she started washing the pots and pans, she had used to cook I felt like I was at the end of my short tether. I was still debating what to do and whether I could run off to the bathroom when my bladder sphincter opened slightly. I was drying a glass when I felt a short stream of urine suddenly wet the training pants.

“Careful!” Mom exclaimed.

I had dropped the glass in shock. It hit the side of the sink but mercifully didn’t break. It did, however, roll back into the soapy water meaning it would have to go through the cleaning cycle again. I was hardly paying attention though. I could feel the urine get absorbed by the training pants, it felt cold and uncomfortable but that was the least of my problems. That small leak had only been a portent for things to come, my bladder was screaming at me to relax and let it empty.

My brain felt frozen. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to run for the bathroom but the other part didn’t want to disobey Mom and risk another punishment. I came to the sinking realisation that it didn’t really matter what I decided to do my bladder was waving the white flag and I had only seconds left before disaster.

I felt the rush of urine towards the exit. My mouth hung open as I froze and a second later, I felt the training pants suddenly warm as they filled with pee. They didn’t last long. The training pants were meant for tiny leaks from mostly potty-trained children. The dam burst and I could feel the urine streaming down my legs. Soon there was a puddle forming around my feet as I stood frozen and looking down at the accident that I couldn’t stop.

“What’s that noise?” Mom asked as she continued to scrub a pan.

The noise was pee dripping from the bottom of my soaked training pants into the puddle underneath me. It was quickly cooling and becoming uncomfortable. I opened my legs a little as the urine continued to stream down to the floor. The “I’m a Big Girl!” message on the front of the saturated underwear now felt like a cruel taunt.

“Mom…” I said quietly.

“Yes, I told you that you can use the bathroom when we’re done.” Mom said without turning around.

“Mom…” I repeated.

“What?” Mom turned around impatiently.

I could feel my face turning a deep red as Mom looked at me and slowly lowered her gaze towards the ground. I could see her eyes widen in shock when she saw the puddle I was stood in. Her mouth opened and closed several times as I sniffed back tears.

“I… I’m sorry…” I gasped as sobs threatened to overwhelm me.

“Get upstairs!” Mom shouted, “Now!”

I didn’t wait around to see what happened if I failed to obey. I quickly hurried out of the room leaving footprints on the floor as I ran towards the stairs as fast as I dared. I heard Mom exclaiming about the puddle I’d left as I made my way upstairs. I reached the bathroom and sat on the toilet without bothering to lower the sopping wet underwear.

“I told her I needed the toilet!” I exclaimed to myself as I lowered my head to my hands, “Why didn’t she listen!?”

This was a nightmare. By the time I had sat on the toilet there was nothing left to come out of me. As I lowered my head to my hands in despair, I heard the occasional drip of urine that had soaked through my underwear and was now falling into the toilet. I felt despondent. A minute previously I could’ve been sat on the toilet and there wouldn’t have been an issue, now I had been comprehensively embarrassed.

I heard Mom coming up the stairs a couple of minutes later. She reached the landing and looked into the bathroom to see me still sitting on the toilet. I chanced a small look and could see that she was far from happy. After such a humiliating event may might expect their mom to put their arm around them and say everything was going to be alright. I knew I wasn’t going to get that from my mother.

“Take off those panties, clean yourself up and meet me in your bedroom.” Mom instructed as she turned away and stomped towards my room.

I sniffed back tears as I slowly stood up and closed the bathroom door. Peeling my soaked panties off my crotch and lowering them down my legs was gross. I stepped out of them and straight into the shower.

If I could’ve done, I would’ve stayed in the shower forever. I cleaned myself all over with special attention paid to my crotch and legs. Even then I still felt dirty. It didn’t seem like any amount of soap and water would wash that feeling away. I let the water run over me as I tried to work out where to go from here. Obviously, Mom was very upset that I had disobeyed her and I don’t think pissing all over the kitchen had improved her mood at all.

“Alice!” Mom’s voice from the other side of the door almost made me lose my balance, “Hurry up. I don’t have all evening.”

“Coming!” I called back. Her voice coming out of nowhere had almost made me fall through the side of the shower.

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