Big Daddy Chapter Nine (Patreon)

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jasmine said dubiously, standing before the rippling glass curtain of the mirror. Jenna stood next to her, and between them was Beth, held in a standing position by each of them.  

     “Do you see any other choice? It’s either this or wait around for him to pick us off one by one… just like Beth!” Jenna said, drawing a happy gurgle from Beth in response.

     “But...”

     “Jasmine! Come on, we’ve come this far… we can’t just let him get away with this! And what about Beth? We’ve got to fix her! C’mon… on three!

     “One,” she intoned solemnly, licking her lips nervously. “Two,” she said, the group tightening their grip on one another.

     “Three!” They stepped through together, piercing the gently waving liquid glass and passing through to the place beyond.

     The soft rippling of the glass slowed to a gentle stop, and as they faded from sight, the mirror became solid once more.

In the void beyond, the women found themselves falling, plummeting downward into the darkness. They clung desperately to each other with white knuckles, shrieking their way down as they plunged headlong into an endless starless night… except for Elizabeth, who giggled and squealed with glee as though she were riding a roller coaster.

     They hung tightly to each other, but eventually they were jostled by an air pocket. Jasmine’s grip slipped, and she was tossed screaming into the void.

     “NNOOO!” Jenna cried, watching as her friend tumbled off into the darkness. She pulled Beth close, trying desperately to keep from being separated… but they were spinning now, rolling over and over in the air, dizzy and disoriented. Jenna’s palms were slick with sweat, and it began to seem that the harder she squeezed, the more precarious her grip became. At last she lost hold, and Jenna was tossed screaming into the dark, watching Beth fade away into a speck and disappear into the shadows.

Still screaming, Jasmine opened her eyes and discovered that she was sitting up in bed.

     A dream? she thought, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Had it really been just a nightmare? Jasmine smiled and let out a shaky breath at the thought. She hoped her friends were awakening in their own beds right now, safe and sound… and undiapered, she thought with a grin, wondering what on earth had prompted such a strange dream.  

     She stretched and yawned, and she was about to get out of bed when the door burst open and an attractive middle-aged woman in a Victorian style maids uniform entered, brazenly pushing inside and standing at the foot of the bed with her hands one her hips, looking sharply at Jasmine, who gasped and clutched the blanket to her chest for cover.  

     “Just as I suspected,” the maid said in a gently hectoring tone. “Still lazing around in bed! Well, come along, young lady,” she said, pulling Jasmine to her feet. “It’s time to get up! Today is a big day for you, and we have to get you ready! Come on-- come with Ilsa,” she said reaching out and grasping Jasmine by the wrist.

     “But-- but-- but...” Jasmine stammered as she was pulled out of bed and pushed into the adjoining washroom.

     “The only ‘but-- but-- but’ you need to worry about right now,” the woman said, shoving Jasmine through the door and into the bathroom, “is the one I’m going to spank over my knee if you don’t star cooperating this instant, young lady!” And she marched Jasmine into the room, delivering a series of open-palmed swats to the soft swells of her girlishly jiggling posterior.

     “Eek! No! Cut it-- ow! Cut it out!” she squealed, stepping up her pace to avoid the swats, until at last they were standing in front of a luxurious marble and gold tub, already conveniently filled with steaming hot water.

     “Arms up!” the woman demanded, and Jasmine had only half a second to comply before she found her night-gown grasped by the hem and tugged up over her head, leaving her naked and blushing. The nighty was deposited into the hamper, and the maid pointed sternly. “Into the tub… NOW missy!” she commanded, emphasizing her point with another solid spank to Jasmine’s plump little tushy.

     “Yikes!” she cried, prancing up to the tub with a pink, jiggling backside behind her. She gingerly stepped into the water, ooing and ahing as she sank into the steaming hot broth. She hissed sharply when her slightly stinging backside hit the water, but she simply bit her lip and finished lowering herself in, and within moments, she had adjusted to the temperature.  

Jasmine sank into the water, until it was just her eyes were above the waterline. She watched the maid roll up her selves and gather up a bottle of soap and a washrag before she came over and knelt next to the tub. Jasmine realized, with mounting horror, that she intended to bathe her by hand.  

     “Hold still, you little brat!” Ilsa demanded, squirting a little soap onto the cloth and working it into a lather and plunging it into the bath. Jasmine squealed and struggled, but Ilsa seemed to have no problem pinning her down and scrubbing her firmly. Jasmine’s arms were lifted and she squealed with involuntary laughter when her armpits were scrubbed. She growled when the cloth was worked across her breasts and down her stomach, then stiffened when it reached the top of her pubic area.  

     “Hey! No!” she hollered, suddenly struggling, splashing Ilsa in the process.

     “OK, that’s it,” the maid said, setting her jaw angrily. She shifted herself into a sitting position on the edge of the tub, and the next thing Jasmine knew, she was being pulled out of the water and tugged across Ilsa’s lap.

     Before she knew it, Jasmine was face down, bare butt wet and shiny and pointing up in the air behind her. “What th-- ow!” she cried when Ilsa’s palm landed with a sharp crack against the glistening dome of her jiggling, womanly backside. “You bitch! Yeow!”

     “You’re only making it worse for yourself, you know,” Ilsa said firmly, methodically spanking the mounds of Jasmines buttocks, the glistening water on their soft surface making the sting of the swats even worse. With a desperate squeal, she instinctively reached back to protect her glowing rear-end.

     Ilsa simply took her by the wrist and held it against the small of her back, pinning her in place. Too late, Jasmine realized she’d made a huge mistake… but a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder brought her no mercy. There was now nothing preventing Ilsa from warming her backside with impunity, doling out the swats at a slow but steady pace. Jasmine was helpless to do anything but kick and holler, the domes of her adorable backside wobbling like Jello with every swat, growing redder with every stinging spank.

     She had no idea how long it lasted, but before she knew it, Jasmine found herself deposited back into the warm bath, screeching when her stinging red derriere hit the water. Ilsa resumed scrubbing without missing a beat, as though Jasmine hadn’t been dangling over her knee mere moments ago while she turned her backside bright red.

     Jasmine bristled. Inside the hot, soapy broth of the bathwater, her tushy ached and throbbed, and she was desperate to climb out… but she had no desire to see a repeat of that spanking she’d just endured any time soon. So she forced herself to sit still and endure Ilsa’s strong fingers scrubbing, squeezing, and probing with the washcloth… and none too delicately, either. She was forced to sit, stiff and blushing, as her delicate pussy was given a going over with the cloth. Jasmine emitted an outraged squawk when Ilsa reached her tender backside… but one stern look from the maid froze her in place, and Jasmine sat blushing as her cheeks and the cleft between them were thoroughly scrubbed (with special attention paid to the crinkle of her little brown asshole.)

     At last, Ilsa declared her clean, and helped her out of the tub. Jasmine was thankful to be wrapped up in a soft white towel, and she stood passively and allowed the maid to dry her off. Jasmine quietly followed Ilsa to the far side of the room. Against the far wall sat a padded black table, not unlike what you would find in a doctor’s office, and Ilsa stripped the towel away and helped her reluctantly onto it’s padded surface. Hesitantly, Jasmine reclined onto her back, worried about what the maid had planned for her, but in no mood for another spanking.

     “Turn over my dear… That’s right,” Ilsa said, squirting a dollop of cream into her hand and working it between her palms. “You’re not going to give me any more trouble, are you?”

     “No,” Jasmine mumbled quietly as she complied, pouting and looking away as she spoke, flipping over to reveal her hot, spanked bottom, all read and shiny following her spanking. Chuckling warmly, Ilsa reached out and began rubbing the soothing cream onto the girl’s burning, throbbing backside, drawing a hiss the blended relief and pain.

     “Oooohhh...” Jasmine sighed, wriggling her baking buns appreciatively as Ilsa massaged the cool lotion into her throbbing backside. Chewing her lip and murmuring she settled in and allowed Ilsa to have her way.

     “I’ll bet that feels much better, doesn’t it?” Ilsa asked, working the cooling ointment into Jasmine’s smoking rear-end, smiling when she got a satisfied groan in response. “That’s right darling-- just lay back and let me do my job,” she encouraged, kneading and massaging the pain from Jasmine’s hot, spanked booty.

     At last, Ilsa smirked and patted her charge’s pleasantly plump backside. “Turn over honey,” she instructed gently, squirting another dollop into her hands before she began working the lotion into the soft skin of Jasmine’s pubic region.

     “Good,” the maid said, firmly slathering the cool salve into her charges warm bare skin, making her shiver. “I’d hate to have to take you over my knee again,” she said with a chuckle that made it known that the statement couldn’t have been further from the truth.

     Jasmine sighed and settled in… as much as she hated to admit it, the cream did feel wonderful against her smooth skin. She chewed her lip and allowed Ilsa to sensuously apply the soothing lotion to  her warm and glistening pussy.  

     Jasmine let out a pathetic mew when the rubbing ceased. Her ankles were grasped in one of Ilsa’s powerful hands and lifted into the air, her bare butt hanging there for a brief moment before it was returned to the surface of the table. In her daze, it took her a moment to realize something had been slipped beneath her well-oiled derriere… and by the time she figure it out, it was too late; Ilsa had pulled the diaper up snugly against her pussy and sealed her in with great efficiency.