Branda Hits The Skids Part Two (Patreon)

Chapter Five

It was a little after noon a couple of weeks later when Brenda appeared at the side of my chair, bouncing in place a bit.

     “Yes Brenda? Is there something you require?” I asked with a smile. The pull-up left her legs totally bare, of course, and as usual she was wearing a clingy tank top with no bra, so that her breasts jiggled alluringly as she squirmed in place.

     “Can... can you...” she swallowed, her face reddening. She still had a hard time asking me, and I love to watch her struggle-- desperation versus embarrassment.

     “Yes?”

     She huffed. “Can you take me to the bathroom, please?”

     “Of course, honey!” I stood up, took her by the hand and led her down the hallway. She had a habit of waiting until she really had to go so she wouldn’t have to spend as much time on the toilet in front of me.

I’d added locks to the bathroom doors so Brenda couldn’t cheat on her punishment. I loved to take my time as I pulled out the key and unlocked the door, forcing Brenda to hop and shimmy frantically in place.

At last the door was open, and Brenda rushed inside in front of me. She stood in front of the potty, frantically wriggling in place and waiting for me to tug her Pull-Ups down. I took my time going over to her, enjoying her increasing desperation before I took hold of her padded panties and tugged them down to her ankles.  

      “OK, sweetie... you may go now,” I said, relishing my control over her.

     Frantically, Brenda practically fell back onto the toilet and, almost instantly, her butt exploded, unleashing a cacophony of plops and farts the moment her backside hit the seat.

     “Oh my,” I said, faux distasteful, “you did have to go, didn’t you sweetie?”

She flashed me an angry look, but could only answer with another round of grunting, plops and farts. I couldn’t suppress a satisfied smile; I had changed Brenda’s diet since we’d upped the ante on our arrangement. I made sure that she ate three full meals each day... healthy, fibrous meals, designed to produce large, urgent, and mushy messes that were frequently hilariously flatulent.

This exhibition was a perfect demonstration of the effectiveness of my methods... Brenda’s performance was utterly thunderous, an almost musical procession of toots, splashes, grunts and groans. Brenda gasped for air, her eyes bulging comically as another load camp came rushing uncontrollably out of her, spattering into the bowl with a ghastly farting sound. She groaned, sweating, and I could almost see her praying that she was finished.  

But poor Brenda’s prayers apparently fell on deaf ears as another round of diarrhea exploded out of her with with an apocalyptic eruption of gas and hot, mushy poop firing into the bowl with the force of a howitzer.

At last she was finished, and I reached past her to flush. She sat on the toilet, pull-ups around her ankles, sweaty and heaving for breath, cheeks glowing bright red. Taking a seat on the tub, I patted my lap expectantly. “Come along sweetie, I said with a wicked grin, “it’s time to get you cleaned up!”

She hesitated for only a moment before rising and slowly lowering herself across my lap, spanky style, with a reluctant sigh, arching her back to stuck her bum up in the air behind her.  

     “That’s a good girl,” I said, patting her bare rump affectionately with one hand as I tore off a wad of toilet paper with the other, “let’s get that little tushy all clean so you don’t make a mess of your pull-us!”

The first wipe totally decimated the paper, soiling it almost totally, and it had to be discarded into the toilet. The second pass was little better, but by the time I was on was number three it was starting to look a bit better back there. Brenda sighed and huffed, squirming across my lap. “Hold still,” I commanded, delivering a small, sharp swat to her plump little tushy before I tore off yet another strip of TP and went to work again, until I had her asshole mostly clean

     Then I took a baby-wipe from off the top of the toilet tank, pulled one out, and passed it up between Brenda’s butt cheeks before she’d even had a chance to ready herself. She squealed in response, then shivered suggestively when I did it again, paying particular attention to her anus.

At last I had her totally clean, and I tugged the pull-ups back into place snugly against her freshly wiped hiney. “All done, sweetie,” I announced with a firm pat on her pampered tushy. I allowed her to rise. She stood in front of me, pouting expectantly. I smiled at her and asked: “What do you say, sweetie?” prompting her towards the final step of the ritual.

     Reluctantly, she bent down to give me a stiff hug. “Thank you daddy, for making sure that I am clean and health,” she said, woodenly.

     “You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” I said, contentedly, allowing her to rise. “No scoot!” I commanded, sending hesr on her way with a swat to her padded backside. “those chores won’t do themselves,” I reminded her, grinning as I watched her scurry away.

Chapter Six

“Young lady, I’m very disappointed!” I thundered, landing a swat to the seat of Brenda’s now bulging pull-up. Beneath my hand, I felt the gooey load inside splat against Brenda’s rear end, making her shriek and shimmy in place.

     “OW! Ew! It wasn’t my fault! I told you I had an upset stomach! Owie! Eww- yuck! You’re squishing it against my butt!” She cried in response to another swat to the seat of the poop-filled trainers.

Only about three months had passed since we’d begin our new regimen, and Brenda had just had her first accident. She’d told me she needed the bathroom soon after lunch, but this time I’d apparently stretched out her agony a little too long-- Brenda’s desperate bouncing in place was interrupted by a rude farting sound ending with a very ominous squish. Her mouth fell open in a shocked ‘o,’ and a very distinctive smell began to permeate the hallway.

     I gave her a shocked look. “Did you just...?”

But before I could finish my question, I was interrupted by further gassy, mushing sound from the seat of the pull-ups. “Young lady!” I scolded, taking her by the wrist and spinning her around. I was greeted with the bulging seat of her trainers, which were already a little bit stained. I was just in time for her to add more mush to the pile in her seat, the seat slowly tenting outward with a bubbly, gooey farting noise.

Thirty seconds later, and Brenda was across my lap, taking a spanking in her fully loaded training panties. I kept it fairly light since I didn’t want anything to leak... besides, the point was more to embarrass her by smushing it up against her butt... which, from the sound of things, I was doing a very good job of.

     “EWWWW! OH MY GOD! IT’S... OH GROSS, YOU’RE SQUISHING IT UP MY ASS-CRACK!” she screamed, reaching back to cover her seat with her hand.

I casually took her wrist and pinned it up against the small of her back. Now Brenda was truly helpless, and I allowed myself a tight smile, swatting her wriggling backside with impunity. Beneath my palm, the load was squishing more and more, each swat pushing it into new nooks and crannies. Brenda kicked and caterwauled in response, screaming her displeasure as I paused to rub and pat her squishy bottom.

     “Uh! Oh God, that’s so disgusting! STOP!” she shrilled at me, struggling to escape my lap.

     “I’m very disappointed in you Brenda,” I said, ignoring her, trying to keep a straight face as I held her in place and lectured her. “you just seem intent on being a dirty, naughty girl.”

     “It’s that slop you make me eat!” She shot back. “I told you it gives me the runs-- mmph!” the rest was mumbled from behind the pacifier I popped into her mouth.

     “Well, according to you, everything gives you ‘the runs,’ Brenda,” I lectured, able to feel her seething resentment as I delivered another half hard swat against the seat of her poopy drawers. “which is why we’re going to implement a new system from here on out,” I said, unable to totally expunge the note of evil glee from my voice.

     “Oh no!” she cried in a quivering voice from behind her pacifier, sensing fresh humiliations in the offing.

     “Yes!” I said gleefully, delivering a medium hard swat to her upturned backside. “From now on, when you have to go, you will inform me and I’ll will produce a literal potty for you to sit on...”

     “WHAT!?”

     “...Which you will use, no matter where you are, no matter who else is in the room...”

     “OOOOHHHH!” She cried, mortified at the idea.

     “... At which point you will lay across my lap so I can wipe you, after which you will take the potty into the bathroom to dispose of the contents and rinse it out.”

     “NO! This has gone far enough now!” she roared, pounding the floor and spitting out her soother. “I am an adult and I deserve to be treated with respect! OW! EEEEWWWW! NOOO!” She whined as I warmed her messy bottom with a quick series of spanks.

     “I don’t want to hear it young lady; we had an agreement, and if you want to find another place to live, you’re free to do so. Otherwise, little girl, you will present your spoiled behind for potty training exactly as I told you... and if you don’t, well I guess I’ll just have to take you all the way back to diapers, won’t I, Brenda?”

     She gasped indignantly at the suggestion. “You wouldn’t DARE!” she thundered, making me chuckle.

I responded with a slow, squishy swat to the centre of her rump. “Keep acting like a naughty girl and find out,” I said, totally confident-- I knew that I was the one holding all the cards.

By the time I’d finished the spanking, the back of the trainers was quite stained, and there was just a little bit of a red cheek sticking out the leg-bands of her pull-up. The smell was getting heavy, so I banished her to the corner.

     “Can’t I at least get cleaned up first?!” She wailed.

     I responded with a smack to her dirty rump, and Brenda scurried off to the corner. In half an hour, I’d let her out, clear her up, and give her a fresh pair of pull-ups... but for now, I wanted her to get used to the sensation of a big, steaming load in her pants-- I had a feeling it would be a sensation shebe getting intimately familiar in the near future.

Chapter Seven

I could hear them laughing before I even opened the door. Stepping into the living room confirmed it-- Brenda was having drinks with her old friends and former co-workers from the gentleman’s club, Jade and Kim. I couldn’t suppress a smile... I didn’t mind her having people over, but I could tell by the guilty look on Brenda’s pretty little face that she’d been slacking off on her chores and drinking with her friends instead.

But I made nice, chatting with Jade and Kim and making Brenda nervous. “Won’t you join us?” asked Jade, making Brenda squirm in her seat, sensing embarrassment in the offing.

But I decided to let her twist in the wind, sitting and chatting and having a drink quick drink. Predictably, it wasn’t long before Brenda was fidgeting in her seat. While Jade and Kim and I were enjoying a lively discussion, she had grown increasingly silent. I watched her face grow pale, then blush bright red as her squirming increased. Finally, she bolted up and came stiffly over to me. She bent down and whispered urgently: “Um... I hafta... I-I, uh, y’know... I gotta go...”

     “What’s that, darling? I can’t quite hear you, you’ll have to speak up.”

     Blushing, she shot a look at Jade and Kim, who watched from the couch, tittering, sensing something afoot. “I, uh... I gotta go,” she said, louder this time.

     “Oh? Go where?” I asked innocently, smiling as she reddened.

     “I... I have to... you know...” She looked at her friend and sighed, desperately not wanting to go through with it, but already bouncing in place urgently. She lowered her head and said in a clear voice: “I’ve gotta go potty.”

     Across the couch, Jade and Kim burst out laughing. Brenda’s face flared crimson... she looked like she was on the verge of bursting into flames from the sheer embarrassment of it.

     “OK, sweetie, wait here while I get it for you,” I said, rising from my seat.

     “Not here!” she pleaded, her voice low. “Please let me go in the other room!” she begged, shooting her tittering friends a helpless glance over her shoulder.

     “You know the rules, pamper-butt,” I said cheerfully, giving her bulbous bottom a swat before heading into the other room, leaving Brenda to blush as her friends openly laughed and whispered about her behind her back.

I’d gotten Brenda the Cadillac of potties: white and pink and purple and girly as could be, with a lid just like a real toilet, a soft, cushioned seat, and a little peg on the side to hang a roll of toilet paper off-- everything a naughty girl needed to potty train in style.

I set it on the floor in front of her, lifting the lid to reveal her padded throne. Jade and Kim were openly laughing now, and they absolutely roared when I tugged down Brenda’s pants, revealing her pull-ups. “OK sweetie,” I said, gesturing to the potty with a smile, “you’re on!”

And poor Brenda was so desperate that she didn’t even hesitate... She dropped her padded britches, briefly flashing her bare ass and pretty pussy to everyone before she plopped herself down on the potty, which was so low to the ground that her knees were up awkwardly at chest height.

     “Oh my god,” I heard Kim whisper to Jade, “is she really gonna...?”

Her question was answered before she could even finish asking when Brenda erupted into the plastic bowl, a loud, wet fart giving way to a splattering, gooey avalanche into the plastic bowl beneath her. Jade and Kim roared with laughter, but Brenda wasn’t finished yet... another flatulent explosion produced another prolonged, mushy bowel movement. Involuntarily, her bladder blew, and for a long minute Brenda found herself uncontrollably pissing, shitting and farting into the tiny plastic bowl under her. A foul stench began to emerge, and Brenda blushed when she saw Jade and Kim pinched their noses shut in response.

There was a brief pause, and for a moment I thought she was finished... but just as I was about to ask if she was ready for a wipe, her butt exploded once more, and another mushy mudslide slid noisily into the rapidly filling potty under her.

     “Oh dear-- you did have to go, didn’t you?” I asked knowingly.

     “SHUT UP!” she roared, blushing. Brenda’s face went ashen as she emitted another noisy blast from her ass, squirming uncomfortably on her potty as another muddy gush came roaring out of her. “Oh my god!” She moaned dejectedly, fanning her face when caught a whiff of what had just come out of her, humiliated.

     “Jeez, Brenda,” said Jade, still pinching her nostrils shut, “you really stink!”

A loud, echoing fart spattering into the potty in response. I waited until after the fireworks had died down before I bent down to look her in the eye. “Are you finished, honey?” I asked sweetly, smiling as she shot me a furious stare that threatened to burn a hole right through me.

I took the toilet paper from it’s holder on the side of her potty, took a seat on a nearby chair, patting my lap. “Come on, honey... let’s get you cleaned up.”

     “No way...” Kim whispered on the couch, watching as Brenda reluctantly rose and shuffled over to me, pull-up and pants around her ankles. With one hesitant, blushing look over her shoulder at her friends on the couch, who watched in open jawed disbelief, she slowly drape herself over my knee, her plump, round bottom pointed right at them.

     “Yes, that’s right,” I said soothingly, putting the wad of paper into the cleft between her buttocks and giving it a firm wipe. Brenda made an embarrassed noise, which was nearly drowned out by the stunned hoots and laughter of her from Kim and Jade. “We have to make sure you’re all clean back here, don’t we Brenda?”

     “Yes, sir,” she mumbled under her breath... but apparently not quietly enough, because Jade and Kim began laughing even harder.

     “Why are you wiping her butt for her?” Jade asked between giggles.

     “I’m afraid it’s rather simple,” I sighed, discarding the first, heavily soiled piece of TP into the potty before tearing off another clump and taking a second pass. “It’s seems that Brenda was having a problem keeping her bottom clean-- I found a bunch of her skid-marked panties in the laundry...”

     “OH!” She cried in sharp embarrassment.

     “... So I told her if she wanted to stay, she was going to have to let me wipe her butt for her from then on.”

     “She agreed to let you potty train her?!” Kim said, nearly choking with laughter.

     “Well, not at first... the potty didn’t come into it until after she had her little accident a couple of weeks ago...”

The comment was met with uproarious laughter. Brenda glared over her shoulder at me and thundered “why are you telling them this?! OW!” I silenced Brenda’s complaints with a solid swat to her upturned, jiggling tushy.  

     “Quiet, sweetie,” I commanded briskly, discarding the used paper and taking another one. Brenda squirmed uncomfortably, and I knew it was as much about the conversation as it was about having her dirty butt wiped. Jade and Kim tried to stifle their laughter long enough to listen to the rest of the story.

     “What was I saying?” I said, absently but firmly wiping Brenda’s heiny for her. “Oh yes. Well, after she made a mess in her britches, I knew it was time to take it a step further. Clearly something vital was skipped during Brenda’s potty training, and I aim to make sure I instill it here and now, like her parents should have done the first time.”

     “It’s probably just because she’s got so much booty to wipe... huh Brenda?” Jade snarked, eliciting more giggles from the couch. I opened the box of baby wipes, selected one, and went to town. On my lap, Brenda stiffened with a gasp as I ran the cold cloth up her butt-crack.

     “You know,” Kim said seriously, “my little sister had a problem with staining her panties. Accidents, too. My mom had to put her back in diapers!” She looked at me with her eyes sparkling. “Are you gong to do that with Brenda?”

     Brenda glanced wildly over her shoulder, her eyes bulging first at Kim, then at me. She licked her lips and swallowed nervously, listening anxiously for my answer.

Before I responded, I paused dramatically, discarding the wipe, swiftly took another and ran it up Brenda’s butt-crack, slowly, making her shiver. “I certainly can’t rule it out,” i said thoughtfully, smiling as I felt Brenda tense up on my lap, “especially if she continues having accidents.”

And with that, I discarded the wipe and allowed Brenda to rise. She stood, stiff and blushing in front of her giggling gal pals as I made a big show of tugging her pull-ups into place and adjusting them, then repeating the process with her pants. “Now you know what to do-- take your potty to the bathroom, empty it into the toilet, rinse it out, and wash your hands... Then you may join us for a few more minutes before it’s nap time... you seem a bit cranky,” I said, watching with a smile as Brenda shut the lid of the potty, then picked it up and carried it to the bathroom. I casually returned to my discussion with Jade and Kim, where we discussed further intimate and embarrassing details of Brenda’s toilet training.