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Please note: All parties involved in these stories are adults. The stories are (mostly) fantasies and do not condone or encourage abuse. It is just entertainment. If you want to act it out, please make sure to obtain consent.

Sarah's intro

Sometimes we raise great people. Sometimes, the people we raise turn out not that great. Read below how a mom has fought against her lying daughter.

Story of the 'clueless' mom

I thought I had a perfect daughter. Caro. She just turned 19, and I was so proud of her. She struggled a bit with her education. She still made it to senior year. Then her grades started to fall. Her report cards looked abysmal. She just kept telling me: 'Mom, it is okay. I will fix it.' or 'I am not sure what I am doing wrong, I study so hard!'.

One day I visited her school to pick her up for ice cream. I did not find her there. I found her teacher, who informed me that Caro wasn't in school for days. I drove around the city like a maniac until I spotted her smoking a cigarette with some boys. I took her back home. There I spanked her harder than ever before.

She apologized profusely and swore that the teachers were lying. While she did skip some classes, she never skipped school for a whole day. She even showed me her attendance card that looked credible.

The next few weeks, her grades got better, so I thought everything is okay. How stupid I was! I ran into one of her teachers in the supermarket, who told me that Caro must be sick because she did not show up for over a week.

That afternoon, I had a consulting call with Sarah, and we made a plan together. I bought some supplies and waited for her to arrive home.

I asked her how her day was, and she told me how difficult school is. She lied to me in my face! I had enough and revealed that I knew she was skipping school again. She got agitated and called me a liar. What a hypocrite!

I picked up one of my old sneakers from the shoe rack, then I spanked her with it. She screamed as I pulled her over my lap and hit her with the sole. Then I pulled her pants down and kept spanking her bare bottom. Her screams turned into cries and threats. I never heard her like that. My angel, my lovely Caro, was falling apart in front of my own eyes!

I told her that I was homeschooling her for the rest of the year. She was not allowed to leave the apartment at all. I promised to spank her each time I catch her lying. She hissed at me and marched back to her room.

The next day she apologized for her behavior and asked to leave. I refused her and expected to start fighting again. However, she just looked sad and returned to her room. I knew she was coaxing me to forgive her. I had a very supportive call with Sarah, who encouraged me to continue my plan.

The following days were difficult. I caught Caro sneaking out twice, so I had to lock the doors and hide the keys.

I handed her a detailed study guide for the finals. First, she did not even bat an eye. Later she picked it up but barely leafed through it.

I repeatedly asked her to report on her studies. She always excused herself to the toilet, where she spent hours (hours!) ignoring me.

The next time Caro told me how much she needs to pee and headed to the toilet, she found it locked. She was desperate; we had a terrible fight over this. I instructed her to use the potty - which was located in my room, and she was not allowed to move.

It took a few hours before she had to pee for real. She kept screaming at me, but I choose to ignore her. Finally, her bladders got full, and she had to rush to the potty. Her timing was slightly off, so she managed to piss on herself before removing her pants. I made sure to follow and watch her urinate. She spent the next hours insulting me because I forced her on a potty. Instead of apologizing, I decided to make fun of her pissing her pants. This made her even madder, but I had the upper hand.

The next day I locked away all her pants. When she asked me for a pair of clean pants, I told her that she is only allowed to wear panties waist down... after all, we don't want her to have another 'oopsie.'

Our fighting continued throughout the week. I took Caro's phone and locked the bedroom door to stop her from running away. She sensed that she is losing the battle because she did start to spend time over her books. By the 4th day, she managed to get through her first big assignment.

Then constipation hit. I knew Caro was using the potty for number 1 and not 2. It took her close to a week to ask me for the toilet keys. She was utterly devastated when I refused it again and told her to use the potty. I even offered to wipe her clean since I locked up the toilet paper too. She rushed into her room and refused to talk to me for the rest of that day.

The morning, I sneaked into her room and slid a suppository inside her. Giving her the medicine was tough; she was a grown, strong woman. First, I sat behind her while sleeping, then leaned on her back with my weight. I pushed my forearm between her legs to spread them. I took an unwrapped suppository out of my pocket and slowly rubbed it against her asshole.

At this point, she woke up and started crying. I had her in a lock, so she had no chance of getting up. The tip of the suppository took a few minutes to melt enough to slide in. I used this time to explain to her what the pill will do to her guts. I wanted this to help her. I even brought the potty in with me and placed it next to the bed!

Caro could only hold the suppository in for a minute or so. She jumped on the potty straight after I let her go. Her release was painful, with a lot of shouting involved. In the end, I fixed her constipation. As a gesture, I offered her some toilet paper so she could wipe herself.

She told me she hates me and that I should leave her alone.

The day after, she complained about feeling ill. Of course, I did not trust her, but I could not ignore her pleas for medicine. I made sure I followed my plan, and I took her temperature rectally. She fought me again, but I used my assertive voice to dominate her. Thankfully, she did not have a fever, so all she got is some warm tea.

It took her days to come out again. I still refused to give her pants and decided to deny her underwear privilege too. She was upset but did not shout. She even started studying. A week later, she was doing her third assignment! We made insane progress!

She submitted her assignments way too late, but I asked her school to mark them anyway. She got excellent results. I was proud of her.

She spent another month with me at home. I let her use the toilet again. She was still not allowed to wear anything waist down - this was helpful for me. I could quickly access her bottom when she needed a spanking.

Then one day - only a few weeks before the final exam - I let Caro back to school. To ensure everything goes well, I asked her teachers to call me anything she does not show up in class. They have never called me.

Sarah's closing remarks

Today's lesson is short: don't always believe what others tell you!

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