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Mama Rara by Anon

By splishsplash
Created: 2022-01-12 22:00:02
Updated: 2022-01-25 01:13:18
Expiry: Never
spanking

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    Mama Rara by Anon
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    https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/26124149/#q26125751
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  7. 7.
    >Be Dress Horse
  8. 8.
    >About a week ago, Anon decided it would be a good idea to fiddle with your sewing machine
  9. 9.
    >Three days before a sizable order was due to be completed
  10. 10.
    >Do you have any idea how time consuming it was to sew completely by horn?
  11. 11.
    >You had to cancel your weekly spa trip with Fluttershy
  12. 12.
    >You had to send Sweetie Belle off to stay at Applejack's
  13. 13.
    >(Though she didn't seem to mind that much)
  14. 14.
    >You even had to cut down on your beauty sleep
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    >Truly
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    >Absolutely
  17. 17.
    >Unforgivable
  18. 18.
    >And so, childish as it was, you may have given in to your desire for revenge
  19. 19.
    >You asked Anon over for tea to assure him that you held no grudge for his mistake
  20. 20.
    >Even though you KNEW it was intentional
  21. 21.
    >After some light conversation you "accidentally" spilled your tea on his pants
  22. 22.
    >Him dropping his cup as well was... an unfortunate casualty
  23. 23.
    >All the more reason for the next fase of your plan
  24. 24.
    >Muttering a hasty appology, you offered to clean his clothes for him while he washed himself off upstairs
  25. 25.
    >You set about cleaning up the mess around the table while he went up to the bathroom
  26. 26.
    >Once you heard the door close you rushed up to collect his clothing
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    >Coat, tie, shirt, pants, and even those undergarments of his!
  28. 28.
    >This was perfect!
  29. 29.
    >All he'd have was his undershirt
  30. 30.
    >Well that and your little "gift"
  31. 31.
    >You gave a polite knock (as if you know how to give any other kind)
  32. 32.
    >and tell him that you're giving him something to wear temporarily.
  33. 33.
    >What you do not tell him is that that something is a custom made, Human sized, extra padded diaper!
  34. 34.
    >You also took the liberty of confiscating all the towels from the room without any noise whatsoever
  35. 35.
    >Oh, you were good!
  36. 36.
    >Now all that was left to do was to wait
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  38. 38.
    >Be Rarara
  39. 39.
    >Your mouth is currently watering over the imminent sugary sweetness of revenge
  40. 40.
    >Figuratively, of course.
  41. 41.
    >You aren't Rainbow Dash
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    >You sit patiently in front of your bathroom door next to a pile of clothes belonging to one Anon E. Mous
  43. 43.
    >The human in question is currently showering after a you "accendentally" spilled two cups of tea on his lap
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    >The greatest part of this is that, upon emerging from the shower, he'll find naught but and undershirt and...
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    >A big
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    >Puffy
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    >Crinkley
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    >Extra padded
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    >Diaper
  50. 50.
    >This was going to be gold!
  51. 51.
    >Better!
  52. 52.
    >This was going to be-
  53. 53.
    >Oh!
  54. 54.
    >He turned the water off!
  55. 55.
    >Let the show begin~
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  57. 57.
    >Be the Incomparable Lady Rarity
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    >Currently savoring every sound to hit your ivory ears
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    >The shower curtain slides back
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    >Two muted thumps onto the bathmat
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    >A near silent groan of frustration
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    >Cloth being donned
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    >Cabinets being searched
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    >The silence of shameful acceptance
  65. 65.
    >Crinkling
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    >A door nob being shakily turned
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    >Aaaaaand-
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    >
  69. 69.
    >Oh
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    >My
  71. 71.
    >Celestia
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    >He's holding one hand over his glowing face, shielding himself from eye contact
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    >The other fanned out over his groin in a vain attempt to save his dignity
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    >The diaper is so wide that his legs are stuck in a comically wide stance
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    >He can't even walk properly
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    >This is exquisite! Divine, even!
  77. 77.
    >You can't stay silent any longer
  78. 78.
    "Awww look!"
  79. 79.
    "My little Anon is so cute. Look at how he waddles in his 'little' diaper."
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    "Do you need a change, darling?"
  81. 81.
    >Look at him squirm!
  82. 82.
    >You've never felt this powerful!
  83. 83.
    >Oh he's about to speak
  84. 84.
    >What'll it be?
  85. 85.
    >A plea for mercy?
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    >A choked out threat?
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    >"But M-mama..."
  88. 88.
    >What
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    >"Changies make me feel all funny..."
  90. 90.
    >He moves his lower hand to reveal-
  91. 91.
    >Oh my heavens!
  92. 92.
    >"Down there..."
  93. 93.
    >Well that's... quite something
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  95. 95.
    >Be Ponyville's greatest seamstress
  96. 96.
    >Face to puffy bulge with Anon
  97. 97.
    >No
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    >Absolutely not
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    >He's not allowed to enjoy this
  100. 100.
    >This is meant to be revenge
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    >He's meant to feel humiliated and ashamed, not aroused!
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    >And by Celestia, that's how he's going to feel
  103. 103.
    "Is that...?"
  104. 104.
    >You start indignantly
  105. 105.
    "Are you getting off on this you little pervert?!"
  106. 106.
    >Still there's no reason to break character...
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    "I bathe you, I feed you, I clothe you, and you show me this filth?!"
  108. 108.
    >He winces and shrinks with every word
  109. 109.
    >That's more like it
  110. 110.
    >But you're hardly satisfied with verbal chastizement
  111. 111.
    >You stand up off your seat and point to it
  112. 112.
    "Over the chair. NOW."
  113. 113.
    >Anon starts to tear up, both hands trying to cover his shameful organ now
  114. 114.
    >"Mama, p-please...!"
  115. 115.
    >You stomp your hoof
  116. 116.
    "The longer you make me wait, the worse it's going to be, young man."
  117. 117.
    >You levitate a hairbrush from your room down the hall and make sure he sees it before he bends down
  118. 118.
    >He slowly lowers himself to his knees and hunches over the seat of the chair
  119. 119.
    >Unfortunatly his size means that he can still touch his knees to the ground dispite this
  120. 120.
    >You make corrections by grabbing him by the diaper (with your magic of course. You know it's clean, but still) and roughly yanking forward so that his fluffy little bottom is pointed at the ceiling rather than down the hall
  121. 121.
    "Let's see how fun you find this, you dirty little boy."
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  123. 123.
    >Be Rarity who did not at all expect to be spanking an aroused, diapered, giant, hairless monkey at any time in your life
  124. 124.
    >And yet here you are
  125. 125.
    >You bring the flat of the hairbrush down onto Anon's rear 5 times in quick succession
  126. 126.
    >Only to have the thick diaper slow it to harmlessly
  127. 127.
    >Ah, right
  128. 128.
    >And here the extra thickness was supposed to make this funnier
  129. 129.
    >*giggle*
  130. 130.
    >And it seems that to SOMEONE it has
  131. 131.
    "Oh, you think this amusing, hm?"
  132. 132.
    >Anon immediately recognizes his mistake
  133. 133.
    >"N-no, Mama, I wasn't laughing, promise!"
  134. 134.
    "Mhmm..."
  135. 135.
    >He can hear the twinkle of magic and you take hold of his diaper
  136. 136.
    >"No, Mama, please! Not bare-bottom! I'll be good, I swear."
  137. 137.
    "Oh, I'm sure you will, once I'm done with you."
  138. 138.
    >You slowly start to slide his only protection down
  139. 139.
    >"Mama pl-"
  140. 140.
    >You cut him off
  141. 141.
    "Ah! Another word and it'll be a switch not a brush."
  142. 142.
    >He wisely chooses to keep quiet after that
  143. 143.
    >More and more of your target shows itself as you inch the fluffy shield lower and lower
  144. 144.
    >Eventually you let it pin it between the chair and his legs
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    "And don't even think about letting it touch the ground, either!"
  146. 146.
    >"O-okay"
  147. 147.
    "Okay?"
  148. 148.
    >You give him a quick smack with the brush
  149. 149.
    >He yelps
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    "That is NOT how you respond to me!"
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    >Another strike
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    "You will say 'Yes, ma'am' or 'Yes, Mama'. Am I understood?"
  153. 153.
    >"Mhm-"
  154. 154.
    >Smack
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    >"YES, MA'AM!"
  156. 156.
    "Good. Now, are we ready to get started?"
  157. 157.
    >Anon chokes out a reply
  158. 158.
    >"Yes, M-sob-ma'am"
  159. 159.
    "Good"
  160. 160.
    >You may be having more fun with this than you should.
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  162. 162.
    >Be the same pone as the last five times
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    >Raining fiery hell down upon Anon's formerly diapered bottom
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    >And, were it not for the soundproofing enchantments placed on your boutique, everypony in Ponyville would know it
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    "Break my sewing machine right before a big order, you spill tea on my carpet, you break my tea cup, and then you come parading around to show me your shame!"
  166. 166.
    >"I'M SORRY MOMMY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY"
  167. 167.
    >Hm
  168. 168.
    >Well, he seems genuine, and this is about as far as you can go without actually hurting to poor dear
  169. 169.
    >You set the brush aside
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    "Get up."
  171. 171.
    >Anon starts to rise, moving one hand to his sore bottom
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    "Ah ah ah. No rubbing."
  173. 173.
    >He reluctantly obeys as you turn to collect his clothes from the ground
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    "Now Anon, I certainly hope that you've learned something from all this."
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    >You turn back
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    "And I hope you understand tha-"
  177. 177.
    >You look up to see Anon standing up straight covering himself with his hands
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    >Which wouldn't be odd if not for their positioning
  179. 179.
    >One vertically above the other, covering himself partway up to his navel
  180. 180.
    >He couldn't be...
  181. 181.
    "Anon..?"
  182. 182.
    >"Y-y-Yes, ma'am"
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    "Hands at your sides."
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    >"B-but-"
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    "NOW."
  186. 186.
    >His hands slowly shift away from his nethers to reveal
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    >What in Celestia's name is wrong with this man
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    >How can he still be hard?!
  189. 189.
    >You try to speak but your jaw refuses to unclench
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    >The most you can manage is
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    "My room. Now."
  192. 192.
    >Anon nods terrified and moves to lift his diaper
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    "It stays on your knees. Not above, not below. MARCH!"
  194. 194.
    >He pathetically shuffles down the hall showing off his glowing rear
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    >Perhaps you've been going about this the wrong way
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  197. 197.
    >Be Best Mama Pone
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    >Well
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    >Maybe not so much
  200. 200.
    >So Anon broke your sewing machine
  201. 201.
    >Diapering him may have been a bit much
  202. 202.
    >So Anon LIKED being diapered
  203. 203.
    >Stripping him from the waist and paddling him was probably over doing it a bit
  204. 204.
    >So Anon enjoyed you spanking him
  205. 205.
    >Angrily telling him to go await further punishment with freshly warmed buns was not entirely appropriate
  206. 206.
    >You could just wash his pants, bring them to him, and apologize
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    >But then he'd still be rosey cheeked, tear streaked and... ehm... rosey cheeked
  208. 208.
    >That and he might actually be a bit disapointed
  209. 209.
    >He certainly seemed to enjoy the shaming and the spanking
  210. 210.
    >He was the one who started the whole 'Mama' scenario
  211. 211.
    >...and you were the one who decided that 'Mama' plus excitement should equal punishment
  212. 212.
    >You may have mishandles that
  213. 213.
    >Still
  214. 214.
    >There's no reason to break character~
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  216. 216.
    >Be yeah yeah whatever
  217. 217.
    >You slowly walk into your room to find a terrified, humiliated Anon standing at attention
  218. 218.
    >In both senses of the phrase
  219. 219.
    >His eyes sealed shut in fear
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    >Look what you've done, Rarity
  221. 221.
    >You walk passed him, over to your bed, sit down, hooves beneath you, patting the space next to you with your hoof
  222. 222.
    >Anon glances at you suspiciously but then sheepishly creeps over to the bed along side you
  223. 223.
    >Bizarrely, though, he doesn't si-
  224. 224.
    >Oh
  225. 225.
    >Right
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    "Oh, sorry. Ah, you could just lay down on my lap, if you'd like."
  227. 227.
    >He seems unsure
  228. 228.
    "No more, spankings."
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    >"...promise?"
  230. 230.
    "Promise."
  231. 231.
    >Gingerly, he lies on his side, his abdomen over your legs
  232. 232.
    >You bring a pillow from the headboard for him to rest his head on
  233. 233.
    "I'm sorry about all this, Anon. I've had a really rough few days, but that's no excuse of taking it out on you."
  234. 234.
    >You move your hoof to his head and begin stroking his hair
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    >"I'm sorry I got funny feelings, Mommy. I didn't mean to- *sniff*"
  236. 236.
    "Shh shh shh. It's alright, dear. I know you didn't mean to. You probably don't even know why it happened, do you?"
  237. 237.
    >He looks back at you with big sad eyes, tearing up again
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    >"Cuz... Cuz I'm bad?"
  239. 239.
    >You magically lift him up and turn his body to face you, holding his head yo your chest.
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    "No, darling. You're not bad. You just got a bit excited, that's all?
  241. 241.
    >"Excited?"
  242. 242.
    "Mhmm"
  243. 243.
    >You gently run your hoof up and down his side
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    >"For what?"
  245. 245.
    >Your hoof wanders down towards his boyhood?
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    "Hehehe, I could show you~"
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    >Be not the best Mama
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    >but for different reasons this time
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    >Anon's shame-turned-pride throbs as you run your soft, pedicured, frog along it
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    >"Ah! Mama, I feel-"
  252. 252.
    "Shhh. I know, darling. Do you think you could sit down a moment so I can get a good look at you?"
  253. 253.
    >Anon nods and shifts slowly, wincing every now and then, onto his rear
  254. 254.
    >Difficult as it is, you manage to avoid giddily leaping off the bed, opting, instead, to gracefully hop down and move in front of the now sitting Anon
  255. 255.
    >With clear difficulty, Anon does his best to keep from covering up
  256. 256.
    >And there it stands, a tower of viritlity
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    "Ohoho, look at you! You're hardly a little boy down here, hm?"
  258. 258.
    >He get a big bashful grin from that one
  259. 259.
    "Poor thing, you look so hard it probably hurts!"
  260. 260.
    >"Maybe a little bit..."
  261. 261.
    >His face is glowing but not with humiliation this time, it's nice
  262. 262.
    >But now was no time for pure, ladylike thoughts
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    "Would you like me to kiss it better, my sweet little boy?"
  264. 264.
    >He nods so hard you fear his head my fly off
  265. 265.
    >Once you're sure it won't, you get to work
  266. 266.
    >Deciding to keep it light for now, you gently peck all along his length, bottom to top, then top to bottom
  267. 267.
    >Seeing a bead of pre start to form on his head, you deliver a long kiss to his tip and snake your toung out to retreve it
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    >"M-Mama, please, don't stop!"
  269. 269.
    "Don't worry, dear. I won't stop till your aaaaaall better~"
  270. 270.
    >You return to the object of your affection, this time taking his head in your mouth and swirling your head around it.
  271. 271.
    >"Ah! Ya kn-mmm-know... My bottom still kinda hur-"
  272. 272.
    >That's enough to get you to break your motherly persona for a moment
  273. 273.
    "Don't push it, Anon."
  274. 274.
    >"Yes, Ma'am."
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  276. 276.
    >Continuing where you left off you begin to take more and more of him into your mouth
  277. 277.
    >Making sure not to set him off, of course
  278. 278.
    >You wouldn't want the fun to end too soon
  279. 279.
    >It was hardly easy, keeping him on the edge like this
  280. 280.
    >Quite fun though
  281. 281.
    >Poor boy is probably trying to figure out if he's in paradise or Tartaros right now
  282. 282.
    >In an attempt to undermine your efforts, his hips jerk upward but you deftly move along with them and then lift yourself off entirely
  283. 283.
    "Ah ah ah~ Not yeat, darling."
  284. 284.
    >"Please, Mama! Don't stop! It feel so good!"
  285. 285.
    >He punctuates his sentence with another full body jerk during which you hear a telltale crinkle on the floor
  286. 286.
    >Oh, right, the diaper
  287. 287.
    >you lift it off the ground, where it had fallen off of Anon's feet
  288. 288.
    >I suppose we don't need this anymo-
  289. 289.
    >Glancing back at Anon you see that his eyes are unshakably locked on the diaper and, impossible as it may seem, he has definately gotten even harder
  290. 290.
    >You can work with this
  291. 291.
    >You click your tongue chidingly
  292. 292.
    "Now Anon, I thought I told you to keep this off the ground."
  293. 293.
    >He panics
  294. 294.
    >"I'm sorry, Mama! I didn't mean to! It just felt so good, I couldn't help it!"
  295. 295.
    >You give him a false glare for a moment
  296. 296.
    "Well alright. No sense punishing you over it, I suppose."
  297. 297.
    >Anon lets slip a sigh of relief which turns into a gasp when you suddenly lift the diaper back onto him, obscuring his little soldier in it's entierety
  298. 298.
    "I'll just have to make you love it too much to ever want it off..."
  299. 299.
     
  300. 300.
    >His confused visage make it clear that he's wondering how you intend to continue pleasuring him from outside his fluffy fortress
  301. 301.
    >That question is quickly answered by a variant of the basic telekenisis spell that you learned a few years back
  302. 302.
    >You envelope the diaper in your magical aura and set to work
  303. 303.
    >Anon's confusion vanishes when the spell that has kept you warm many a cold night begins to vibrate the front of Anon's diaper
  304. 304.
    >"Ah- Aahhhh- M-Mama, wha- what's ha-ahahaaah-ppening?"
  305. 305.
    >His hands start to find their way into his diaper to protect him from the vibratory onslaught but you'll have none of that
  306. 306.
    >You split your concentration to include binding his hands to his sides to the spell
  307. 307.
    >Anon writhes under your telekenetic torment, doubling over and accidentally falling off the bed
  308. 308.
    "Oh, my. Anon really likes his buzzy daipy, doesn't he?"
  309. 309.
    >"MaaaaaMaaaaaaaa! P-Ple-aaaah-ple-ple-PLEASE!"
  310. 310.
    >You bat your eyelashes innocently, trying your very best to keep from giggling at the sight of Anonymous lying of the floor in a vibrating diaper trying desperately to find something solid to hump
  311. 311.
    "Please what, my darling little angel?
  312. 312.
    >He's curled up into a little ball now, hips humping away at nothing
  313. 313.
    >"Mamaaa, I can't- I can't- I'm gonna-!"
  314. 314.
    "Ooooh, it's too much? Why didn't you just say so?"
  315. 315.
    >Knowingly you stop the vibration just as he's about to cum, denying him release
  316. 316.
    >"Mama, noooooo!"
  317. 317.
    "No?"
  318. 318.
    >He looks up at you wildly, desperately
  319. 319.
    >"Please, I was so close! You can't just turn it off!"
  320. 320.
    >You give a mock groan
  321. 321.
    "So hard to please."
  322. 322.
    >The vibrations return twice as intense as before
  323. 323.
    >"OOOOOOOOH! AAAAAAAAH! NO PLEASE! IT'S TOO MUCH! I'M-"
  324. 324.
    >And they're gone again
  325. 325.
    "Oh, sweetie! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I over did it. Why don't you just lie there and rest a bit, while I run downstairs and get started washing your clothes."
  326. 326.
    >He's just about in tears at this point
  327. 327.
    >Oh, alright. The poor boy's had enough.
  328. 328.
    >No more teasing
  329. 329.
    "Oh, I think I know what you want, now!"
  330. 330.
     
  331. 331.
    >A mix of hope and terror flashes across Anon's face
  332. 332.
    "Don't worry, Anon. Mama's gonna make it all better."
  333. 333.
    >The diaper begins to glow and buzz again, but a bit more gently as you lay down on top of Anon
  334. 334.
    >You hook your right back hoof inbetween his legs to give him something to grind against, this time
  335. 335.
    >"Oh, Mama! Yes! It's s-"
  336. 336.
    >You silence him with your lips and tongue and he begins to moan into your mouth
  337. 337.
    >As you increase the intensity of the vibrations, his moaning increases as well
  338. 338.
    >In moments he's bucking his hips against your hoof with all his strenght and then collapses spent
  339. 339.
    >And while you promised no more teasing...
  340. 340.
    >Well maybe just a touch more
  341. 341.
    >As his bucking dies down and he nears the close of his climax, you crank the vibrations up again as high as you can manage
  342. 342.
    >His eyes shoot open and dart to you as you slide down his chest towards the traitorous garment
  343. 343.
    >You meet his gaze with a playful but malicious smile as you settle between his legs and push your front hooves against his groin
  344. 344.
    >With all your might you beging rubbing the now rumbling diaper against him
  345. 345.
    >He writhes silently, overwhelmed by the rumbling, the rubbing, and the newly slimey texture, all after just having cum
  346. 346.
    >After a few seconds you decide enough is enough and leave the poor boy be
  347. 347.
    >
  348. 348.
    >Once Anon had recovered understand language you turn to him
  349. 349.
    "I suppose you really do need a change now, don't you?"
  350. 350.
    >Anon's head flops over to face you
  351. 351.
    >"Ye... yes m... ma... Yeah"
  352. 352.
    "Unless, of course..."
  353. 353.
    >You lean over and put your hoof against his loins
  354. 354.
    "You LIKE your slimey buzzy daipy~"
  355. 355.
    >"NO! Ehm... No, Ma'am. I should get changed..."
  356. 356.
    >Anon shakily get to his feet and shambles over to the door
  357. 357.
    >Once there though he hesitates all to tellingly
  358. 358.
    >His diaper lights up a familiar blue and he falls to his knees
  359. 359.
    >"OOOH!"
  360. 360.
    >You grin at him devilishly
  361. 361.
    >"I guess we could keep playing a little while... Mama."
  362. 362.
     
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    -end

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