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Panty Countdown: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2023-04-25 16:01:00 +0000 UTCNina's in real trouble now - she's not going to be sitting down easily, unless the extra padding under her butt helps with that! But she doesn't want to be in diapers, does she?
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Nina took a deep breath, holding it as she carefully swept her stylus across the bright purple eyes staring out of her drawing tablet. Double tapping the zoom tool pulled the tablet’s view out to show the entire fox girl, who’s eyes Nina had just made expressive and shiny. And I do mean the entire fox girl. Chuckling, she used a finger joint to quickly measure some key proportions. Everything was on-model, except for the drawing’s boobs, which were twenty percent bigger than reasonable for the character’s slim frame.
You couldn’t go wrong with extra booba, Nina had often said. It was a rule that had served her well in commission artwork and picking a partner. While her fingers worked on autopilot to save her finished artwork in the various formats and sizes she’d need, Nina let her mind wander to the love of her life. It was hard to say which Nina preferred, Beverly’s rack or her hips. The correct answer was of course Bev’s butt. They had that in common – not liking Beverly’s butt specifically, that’d be weird – but a particular fondness for each other’s back ends. Whereas Nina loved looking at Beverly’s butt, caressing it, using it as a pillow – Bev liked to be a little more direct with Nina’s rear.
Nina set her tablet aside and let her hands wander down her belly. Remembering the last spanking Beverly had given her set Nina’s heart thumping. It’d been way too long since the last one, over a week at least. She’d been wearing the same powder-blue lycra shorts that her fingers were wandering over, when Beverly had bent her over the couch and yanked those shorts down to her thighs. It was always a toss up if her girlfriend would pull Nina’s panties down for a spanking or not – that time Bev had been in enough of a hurry to give Nina a quick wedgie and spank away. With one hand wedged between her legs, another cupping her breast through her sports bra, and her eyes closed – Nina could almost hear Beverly’s footsteps as she’d stormed over to spank her…
The door to Nina’s office burst open, startling her badly enough that she caught air between herself and her drawing couch. The lady of her fantasies was filling the doorway, hands on her hips, looking to be in a fine mood. While Nina was the funky gay gremlin of their relationship – with green hair and a disregard for fashion as her credentials – Beverly was a gay-pride-poster lesbian.
Always sporting an undercut, Beverly kept the rest of her blonde hair above her ears. Off-work, her outfit was a t-shirt, hoodie, ballcap, and jeans – with the ugliest boots she could find. Deviating from that formula would be rare enough that Nina might feel the need to doppelganger-check her girlfriend if she saw her in anything else. At work, Beverly wore what all the male engineers did, a white button up, khaki slacks, and brown boots. She was in her work outfit now, the long sleeves hiding full-sleeve tattoos on both arms. Bev’s square nerd-glasses were not hiding the frown she had directed at Nina.
I’m in trouble! Nina’s nipples crinkled with excitement. If she played her cards right, she had a huge spanking coming. To that end, Nina bit her lip coyly and batted her eyes innocently at Beverly. “Hi babe, you’re home from work already?”
“Already? It’s six, I worked late.” Beverly checked her fitness-watch. “Do you know what I found in the kitchen?”
Oh shit. Nina knew exactly what Beverly had found, the pile of dishes in the sink that she’d promised she’d clean up sometime today – plus a syrupy breakfast plate. A twinge of genuine guilt pinged Nina. Dishes in the sink bothered Bev enough that she was probably more than play-mad. On the other hand, even serious emotional energy could be put to excellent use on Nina’s needy butt. The twinge of guilt faded fast in the face of Nina’s horny mood.
“Was it chocolate? I hope it was chocolate.” Putting on her most empty-headed expression was more of a win than Nina expected – Beverly actually flushed.
“It was dishes. A whole pile of broken promises in the sink. There were more on the way here too, including a random water glass on the hallway floor.” Beverly swept her arm, drawing Nina’s eye to the stacks of dishes in her office. “We’re running out of small plates, because they’re all in here, smelling gross.”
“Oops?” Nina tried a cheeky smile. Sure, Beverly was riled up, but she wasn’t doing anything about it yet. Later, Nina would realize that the way Beverly’s eyes narrowed had been a warning – the kind of warning a cat gives a mouse when it’s all done playing. In the moment, she was delighted by being dragged off the couch by her wrist and marched down the hall.
Skipping the usual arm of the couch, Beverly bent Nina over the chair, a wooden dining chair who’s flat-topped back was at the perfect height to force a short girl onto her toes. She took a firm grasp of the chair’s seat, gasping when Beverly yanked her shorts and panties down.
“Hand?” Nina asked, licking her lips. Most of her spankings were hand-delivered, with an occasional appearance by their soft leather paddle.
“Belt.” Beverly said, in a tone that had Nina soaking between her legs. Belt was making its debut appearance on their domestic spanking scene – and as far as anticipation went, listening to Beverly unbuckle her belt and pull it free from her slacks certainly had something going for it. On the other hand, Nina hadn’t paid a lot of attention to Beverly’s work belt, but she remembered it being thin – thinner than seemed ideal for her current situation.
“Green?” Beverly asked, pressing a section of thin, hard leather into Nina’s butt cheek hard enough that she could feel the belt’s stitches. Once again, horny wiped out all Nina’s good sense and concerns with a pulse between her legs that nearly made her come on the spot.
“Green!” Nina cried out, panting. “Yes, please, I’m Ireland.”
The next thing Nina heard was a spine-tingling swish, followed by a crack that made the walls ring. There was no sensation for a count of one, two – a line of fire blazed across Nina’s cheeks. She screamed, bucking against the chair hard enough to make it wobble. As the fire faded, the sting spread out in a hot ache that thudded in time with the pulse in Nina’s kitty. Another stroke fell on Nina’s rear, and another, coming fast enough that one would still be sending tingling shocks into Nina’s rear when the next bright line of pain landed.
She’s going to destroy me, Nina thought in desperation – followed by, Oh god yes.
It was rare for Nina to come while she was being spanked, there was too much discomfort and not enough stimulation in the right places. By the time Beverly stepped back, leaving Nina gasping raggedly over the chair, she’d come twice. Though her sex was so wet she was dripping down her right thigh, the dominant sensation in Nina’s world was her aching rear. Dull ache covered all of it, with sparks of pain shooting randomly from whatever belt mark managed to get its signal through the general roar in Nina’s nerves.
A puddle of tears and snot on the chair seat reminded Nina to sniffle – she found herself panting from her sobs. Even her calves were burning from being on her toes, her waist hurt from being creased over the chair back, she was dizzy from hanging her head down – and never in her lifehad she felt such release. Endorphins had drowned Nina’s body chemistry, from the tips of her fingers to her toes she was filled with lovely, relaxing bliss.
It was a good thing Beverly was big enough to support Nina’s weight, because she was utterly incapable of standing on her own. Her girlfriend guided her to the couch and laid her down on her stomach, giving her head a pat before she fetched the lotion. The little bit of numbing the ointment delivered was enough to push Nina’s body over the fence from painfully sore to hornily happy. When Beverly whispered that she wanted Nina on her back, it sounded like a terrible idea to Nina’s butt, but like an excellent suggestion to her kitty. As usual, her kitty convinced her brain – she gingerly rolled over despite the way the couch upholstery pressed into her sore rear.
Though, on second thought, there wasn’t upholstery under Nina’s rear at all. Whatever she was lying on was soft, but crinkly. A sex blanket! Nina’s heart thumped. If Beverly was worried about getting the couch wet, the evening hadn’t hit its peak yet. She eagerly lifted her hips in anticipation of Beverly’s fingers or tongue – only to be set down on another layer of soft, crinkly padding. That was considerate of her girlfriend, and all, but Nina’s sex wasn’t going to lick itself. She opened her eyes just in time to see white powder being poured on her crotch.
“Huh?” Nina stared uncomprehending as Beverly lifted the soft padding between her legs and wrapped it around the spanked girl. It took until her girlfriend set the first tape for the realization to hit Nina. “A diaper!?”
“Not the first one I’ve put on you.” Beverly smirked, setting the rest of the diaper’s tapes.
“Literally the second, though!” Nina whined. “I thought you were going to go down on me.”
“I was going to use the wand on you.” Beverly stroked Nina’s belly in slow circles.
“Through a diaper?” Nina wrinkled her nose. “I don’t see the point.”
“You will if your diaper is wet.”
“Ew! No way.” Nina batted Beverly’s hand away. “We’ve never done that.”
“You’ve never broken an explicit promise to do housework either – and been a bitch about it on top of that.”
Ouch. Nina winced. Beverly sounded actually mad – which of course she was. With the fire cooling in Nina’s loins, she had room for the guilt she’d put off. Post spanking, her emotions were wrecked – a fresh round of tears sprang to Nina’s eyes. “I’m sorry – I honestly forgot. I was working on a commission all day and I got in the zone.”
“When we started spanking, it was to be sexy, but also as an actual punishment. Lately you’ve been fishing for bigger and bigger spankings – they aren’t punishments anymore.” Beverly patted Nina’s crinkly crotch. “This is your punishment.”
A big sniffle and wiping snot down her arm got Nina’s tears under control. Beverly had given her an out – and a pair of orgasms – which was more than she deserved for being a jerk to her girlfriend. “Which means I have to – pee in it?”
“I’m sure you have to go anyway, if you’ve been in the zone drawing. Go ahead, Little girl.”
“I’m not Little!”
“You sure?” Beverly pulled Nina’s legs gently, sitting the diapered girl up and onto her lap. “Do big girls forget to do things they promised to do? I don’t think so. They don’t leave dishes stacked for days in their office either. And I know they don’t agree that their girlfriend can spank them for misbehaving.”
“Jerk.” Nina sniffled. “If I wet, I can take the diaper off after you use the wand, right?”
“Eventually.”
“What does that mean?!”
“It means you’re going to be in that diaper for a couple of hours, so you can either use it now and get off when you’re still turned on…” Beverly dragged her fingertips up Nina’s bare belly, making the diapered girl groan lustily. “Or you can wet later, when you might not get off.”
“No fair.” Knowing it was best to let Beverly win – especially since she had genuine fault to make up for – Nina relaxed her bladder. Rather, she tried to relax. Her bladder, full as it was, ignored her. She tried again, to no avail – even squeezing around the pressure didn’t help.
“Sweetie, you only have to pee in them, I didn’t expect you to mess your diaper right away…”
“I am not!” Nina looked up at Beverly in shock, her cheeks nearly as hot as her butt.
“Then what was that squat and grunt you did?” Beverly laughed. “Are you having trouble going?”
“Yes – shut up.” Nina crossed her arms.
“Hmm, I could try bouncing you on my leg – but you did just get a big spanking. How about I sit you on the potty.”
“Please tell me you’re not going to start calling it that.”
“Can you think of a better word while I’m talking to a girl in a diaper?” Beverly stood Nina up and herded her off to the bathroom. Discretion seemed the better part of Nina’s humiliation – she kept quiet as they passed the back windows, grateful for their semi-rural property.
When her butt was on the toilet seat, Nina lost control embarrassingly quickly – filling her diaper with a shudder. It was so wet, more than her squirtiest bedroom session had ever left her. Plus, that kind of wetness came from adult fun – Nina couldn’t shake the knowledge of exactly what kind of liquid was soaking into her diaper’s padding and stinging her sore rear.
“C-can I have the wand now?”
“I’ll take you to bed, baby girl.” The tender way that Beverly put her arm around Nina was exactly what the humiliated girl needed – as was the vibration that thundered through the wet padding over her crotch.
As an erotic artist with a firm foot in the furry community, Nina had certainly seen diaper porn with girls in the exact situation she was in. Clearly, her imagination had failed her when she’d looked at those images. She wasn’t prepared for the all-encompassing buzz that hit her crotch from all sides. Her wet diaper put her entire kitty in contact with the wand and sent her to a place that was nothing but fireworks.
Coming down from her land of pure sex sensation, Nina was grateful for the glass of water Bev gave her – and more so for the squares of chocolate her girlfriend doled out. Best of all was being held for proper aftercare snuggles – Beverly never abandoned her in the middle of aftercare, even when Nina dozed off – as she did that evening.
~~~*~~~
It was a mark of a good girlfriend – the best girlfriend – that Beverly was still there when Nina woke up. Especially because Bev didn’t press Nina to talk right away, giving her more water and snuggles until she stretched and hugged Beverly tightly.
“Thank you, love.”
“You’re welcome, love.” Beverly stroked Nina’s hair gently. “You know we have to talk, right?”
“I know – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to actually upset you.”
“Hmm.” Beverly pressed her lips together, taking a moment to think before she said, “I want to challenge that statement a little.”
Nina winced. “Ugh – I’m really sorry. You’re right, I got excited and pushed things too far, even though I knew you were upset for real.”
“Thank you.” Beverly nuzzled Nina’s nose gently.
“Can we finish this discussion after I pee?”
“Why does that have to interrupt our talk?” Beverly smirked. “That diaper can hold a lot more than one wetting.”
Nina raised her eyebrows. “Is the scene not over or…?”
Beverly nodded. “You’re right, go ahead. If you want, take a shower and I’ll heat up some leftovers. We can talk over dinner, okay?”
“Sounds good.” Nina sat up to give Beverly a long, slow kiss, before scampering off to the bathroom.
Dinner during discussion was a good idea – but a mere leftovers dinner couldn’t contain everything they needed to talk about. Nor did the talk finish up by the time they finished doing dishes – in large part because Beverly ended up helping with half of what Nina had promised she’d do earlier that day. A relationship talk of more than an hour’s magnitude demanded more than just bar chocolate – which sent them off to the grocery store. Beverly made a beeline for the bakery section and it’s premade cakes, while Nina sought out the baking isle for something that would have the advantage of being warmer.
She was trying to decide between caramel double-chocolate brownies and triple-chocolate brownies when Beverly caught up to her with a full chocolate decadence cake in her hand. Nina looked at the cake, then up at her girlfriend’s strained expression, then back at the cake.
“Um – I’m really sorry.”
“What? You already apologized for…” Beverly looked down at the cake in her hands. “Oh. Okay, it’s not just today. You’ve been pushing my boundaries a lot lately, and with our dynamic, it means you’ve been making life harder on me – in a way that feels deliberate.”
“It hasn’t been deliberate…” Nina swallowed guiltily, grabbing both boxes of brownies and clutching them to her chest. “But I should have paid more attention to what I was doing. I think – I want more. From you. Um – that sounded horrible. I mean – I want to surrender more – be corrected regularly.”
“That’s a big step.”
“Too big?”
“Let’s check out – I’ll tell you in the car.”
There was nothing like an uncomfortable silence while waiting for a grocery checker to ring up a cake, a bottle of Irish cream, and two boxes of brownie mix to ramp Nina’s anxiety up. That the silence lasted all the way to the car was either a good thing – because Beverly was going to get explicit about their kink – or terrible because Bev was expecting her decision to start a fight.
“I want to be clear,” Beverly said as she pulled their green Crosstrek out of the parking lot. “You’re already a full time sub, and we already worked out domestic discipline as okay. What you’re asking for is to have me ramp it up, to punish you for smaller transgressions so that you don’t feel like you have to invent bigger ones?”
Nina let out a sigh in such relief that for a mad instant she missed the diaper she’d been wearing, before nodding fervently to Beverly. “Thank you for knowing exactly what I was thinking – and putting it better than I could have. Yeah, that’s what I want, on the nose.”
“After five years, I think I know my girl pretty well.” Beverly grinned – Nina’s heart leapt to see a happy, challenged expression on her girlfriend’s face.
“You really do.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were feeling unfulfilled.”
“I didn’t really figure it out either…” Nina shrugged. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
At home, they set the brownie mix aside in favor of the immediate gratification that Beverly’s cake afforded. Drunk on chocolate, Irish cream, and makeup smoochies, Beverly and Nina fell into bed somewhere between emotional exhaustion and bliss. The last of Nina’s energy went to her fingers – giving Beverly something as lovely to dream about as she had.
~~~*~~~
Sweet dreams were not to last, sadly. An upset tummy and sore butt sent Nina stumbling out of bed in the darkest part of the night. Sitting down to draw put too much pressure on her aforementioned butt, and a glass of water plus an antacid wasn’t enough to settle her stomach. Nina’s best idea ever came to save the day – if hair of the dog worked on hangovers, why couldn’t it work on chocolate?
Quietly – like the wonderful, considerate girlfriend she was – Nina mixed both boxes of brownies in a single bowl, pouring them out into her biggest pan. By the time the oven smelled delicious, her belly was in the mood for more chocolate. The proof of Nina’s genius was in the lovely way the hot brownies oozed chocolate over her tongue. She scarfed her way through four helpings of what she’d decided to call “peak brownie” before collapsing on the couch to pick up her dreams where she’d left off.
Luckily, the brownies treated her better than the cake had. When Beverly shook Nina awake in the morning, her stomach was fine – though not hungry for breakfast. She gave her girlfriend a chocolatey kiss and went off to shower with a swat on her butt. The light sting Beverly’s hand left on her sore rear was enough to have Nina singing in the shower – and to go looking for her girlfriend in just a towel, in case there was more of that action on offer.
The situation in the living room was not at all what Nina expected. Beverly was there – sexy in her bathrobe as expected – but she was sitting expectantly in front of the coffee table instead of getting ready for work. What looked like every pair of Nina’s panties – even the ones from the laundry, were spread out on the table. That was weird enough without the ominous inclusion of Beverly’s fabric scissors in the center of the table. Nina looked nervously from the panties display, to the package of diapers still sitting on an end table from the last night, to her girlfriend’s expectant expression.
“Sit down, Nina.”
“Um… I’m in a wet towel.”
“Then either take it off and sit on the couch naked, or sit on the floor.” Beverly motioned firmly, “Either way, sit down.”
“Uh – okay.” Nina sank to her knees with the coffee table between her and Bev.
“Do you know what the kitchen looks like right now?” Beverly raised a brow. “You must.”
After only the briefest recollection – Nina ducked her head. She didn’t have to check to envision the bomb-scene of brownie-batter bowls, chocolate covered utensils, or the splatters that her half-asleep self had been sure she’d clean up while the brownies were baking. She’d leaned against the counter and fantasized about how Beverly was going to upgrade their kink instead – and now she was sure she was going to find out exactly Bev intended to do.
“Good! I see I don’t have to say anything else.” Beverly picked up one of Nina’s favorite pairs of panties, hot pink with a little black bow. “Your brownie apocalypse in the kitchen just cost you this pair of panties.”
“Wait, don’t…” Nina’s jaw dropped as Beverly picked up the fabric scissors and cut a neat slice right through her panties. “I loved those!”
“I’m not done. You’re getting a diaper before I leave for work today, and a spanking – not in that order.”
“I kind of expected both of those things after yesterday – I don’t get why my panties have to suffer for it.”
“You have quite a few panties, baby girl.” Beverly said with a smug grin. “You had twenty one, you’re down to twenty now. Every time you’re naughty enough to be put in a diaper, you’re going to lose a pair of panties – and you won’t be buying any more.”
“But… what am I supposed to do if…”
“If you run out of panties, we’ll still have lots of diapers in the house.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Wouldn’t what, turn you into a full time diaper girl?” Beverly leaned forward. “It’ll be you that does that, by being genuinely naughty like you were last night. You know what you did was out of line, we justcleaned that kitchen last night, together.”
“But, you said you’d give me more spankings, not put me in diapers.” Nina whimpered, staring at Beverly in horror. “This isn’t what we talked about!”
“Neither is leaving a huge mess in the kitchen for me to find when I’m trying to make breakfast. We specifically talked about you being more considerate around the condition of the house, remember?” Beverly’s gaze was too intense – the only response Nina could make was to look down and give a slight nod.
“I’ll find lots of little reasons to spank you that aren’t something that cause a problem in our relationship, just like I promised. But if you act out inconsiderately like you did yesterday – twice – I’m going to bring out the big guns.”
“I could – safeword.” Nina said softly.
“I’m more than half expecting you to.” Beverly said. “I didn’t anticipate that you’d blow up the kitchen last night at all. This is extreme – because I think you want something extreme from me.”
“I – I – I wasn’t expecting you to do THIS.”
“That didn’t sound like Red, or even Yellow.”
“It’s just a lot!” Nina whimpered. “And I don’t know what the rules are, or anything.”
“You know what the rules are for now. If we make a big dent in your panty supply, I’ll be adding more for sure.” Beverly tossed the two halves of Nina’s panties across the table, they landed limply in her lap. “For now, you’re down a pair of panties and you’re getting diapered. You’re not to take it off until you pee in it.”
“I don’t have to wear it until you come home from work?”
“Not yet – not on the first diaper of this new arrangement.” Beverly snagged a diaper out of the package. “I hope I can trust you to be honest and use your diaper before changing out of it – so that I don’t have to bring a babysitter in when I’m out of the house.”
“There’s no way you’d do that!” The sheer audacity of Beverly’s statement had Nina on her feet.
“Try me.” Beverly smirked. “Or don’t. Either way, get your butt on this changing blanket. I don’t have a lot of time left before work.”
Dislodged by her sudden movement, Nina’s towel had come askew and slid slowly off her body. It slumped to the ground, followed by the pieces of her favorite panties fluttering down. One slow, shuffling step at a time, Nina made her way around the coffee table.
I’m not going to put up with this – am I?
Comments
Guilend
It's definitely interesting. I like it
Paul Bennett
Great start. I definitely want to read more. Thanks Sol for what I'm sure will be another fun story.
Great first chapter! It's funny that everytime I see babysitter now in your stories I get excited for Monchi lol 😆
Interesting start. I look forward to more.
