A land called ZITY

Chapter 13: Holly Domme Mommy

The chronicles of Sir Tommy of Qwerty's travels in Zity:

The tale that follows, was told to me by my wife Holly many years after the events occurred. I will attempt to keep to the facts as reported with only minor editing. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Tommy of Qwerty. A knight wandering the lands who came upon this place called Zity. During my visit here I met a beautiful maiden named Holly. It did not take me long to realize that this was the true love of my life. And much to my surprise she felt the same about me. A short time later I asked for her hand and she became my betroathed. Holly is a fine lass, brown haired, fair skinned, full of hip and breasts, with a taught waist between. And she has such a streak of wildness and impetuousness, she keeps me on my toes.

This is from her perspective.

That autumn day, after Sir Tommy and Auntie R had left Tonya in my care, I decided to practice my mommy skills. I was in charge of feeding, dressing and giving Tonya her nap. Before she left Aunty R said it has been several days since the lass had had a good bowel movement. Tonya was still standing erect, nude with a very red bottom.

I called to Tonya, ''Get thy hands on thy head, and stand in yon corner 'til I call for thee.''

As I headed off into the kitchen to make Tonya some oatmeal with prunes and Karo syrup, I looked back to make sure she had followed my directions. After whipping up her lunch I headed back into the living room where I called Tonya to me. Seating myself, I told the lass to bend over my knee so I could apply cream to her reddened behind. I then told her to lie down so I could diaper her. She was hesitant to do so, so I reminded her I could just as easily put her over my knee and give her behind some additional attention. She immediately went and lied down and waited for me. I diapered her and told her to sit on the tall stool so I could feed her. I grabbed a cloth and fastened it around her neck as a bib. I then poured her oatmeal into a bowl, picked up a spoon and began to feed her.

I began to feed her, her lunch. Tonya thought it was cute and hilarious to do raspberries and the oatmeal, prunes, and Karo syrup went all over the place. I lost my temper!!! I yanked Tonya off of the wooden high stool and put her over my lap. Tearing down her diaper I began to spank her bare butt. Ten swats later and I was done. Tonya was bawling her eyes out once again. I then rediapered her and sent her to a corner to kneel on a bag of rice for 30 minutes as punishment. I told her each time she moves its longer on that bag of rice and in that corner.

I used that time to clean up the mess and make my plans for her further humiliation.

At the end of the 30 minutes, I instructed her to place a towel on the table and to lie upon it. While Tonya lie upon the table I put on a pair of purple gloves and unfasted her diaper to check to see if she was wet. At that time she was still dry so I decided to give her 4 glycerine suppositories. As she was squirming I inserted a ginger plug into Tonya's little rosebud. I rediapered her and took the crying lass off the table and told her to sit on the stool until I was ready for her.

While Tonya was doing her punishment on the stool I headed into the kitchen to put a pot to boil water in on the stove, so I could prepare an enema to give to the lass. After the pot came to a complete boil I added the lavender and ginger to the water to let it simmer and cool off so I could fill the 4qt enema bag. Once the solution cooled off I filled the enema bag up and went into the bathroom and grabbed a large fire towel to lay on the kitchen table; this was so I could give her an enema. After which I would send her off to bed for a nap. I slowly walked into the living room where Tonya was seated on the high stool. I took Tonya by the hand and led her into the kitchen and placed her upon the kitchen table facing down on the fire towel.

Tonya asked me, 'What may I ask are you are doing to me?'

I said,'' Tonya it is called enema and you really need this to clean out your system.''

Tonya begged, cried and kicked. I gave the lass a swat on her diapered ass again for giving me grief. I am like a wild fire, not to be put out, I do not play any games. She kept trying to get out of the enema, but it did not work. I ended up sitting on top of her, moving aside her diaper, removing the ginger plug and giving her the enema she much deserved.

Tonya begged, 'please stop, I have cramps.'

I stopped the flow for just a few seconds and let her cramps pass, then I began again and said, ''You must finish this up.'' After I was done giving the enema I pulled up her diaper and laid her down for a nap.

After Tonya's long three hour nap, she awoke crying, ''I pooped my diaper".

I took her by the hand and we left my house and headed down the path to the nursery. Upon being approached by Karin, one of the workers there, I explained that Tonya was to remain diapered until sunset. Then she was free to go home. Her only clothes until she reaches home are to be her diapers. Also, babies do not have such hair as that, please remove the hair between her legs when you change her. With a yes mistress, Tonya was led away by Karin and I headed home to await my betroathed.


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