Spankings were one thing, but I was never going to do this again. I caught on quickly, and started wearing my onesie under my clothes everyday. “Hurry up!” she barked. This was different. I crawled beside her as fast as I could as we made our way down the hall, towards the bathroom. “Poor performance, Danny.” she said. I do know the spankings were getting longer. And you can’t just wear the same onesie everyday!”
I had no idea where Elizabeth had found my current onesie, but I found a website online where I could order them and have them delivered. “I can feed you now or a firm spanking will be at hand and then we’ll try again after.” she said so matter-of-factly. “Danny, your mother doesn’t like it when you stick your tongue out at people.” she scolded me. Even though my eyes were still closed I could picture her with her hands on her waist, shaking her head. A mouthful of pee squirted into my mouth immediately and stopped. The days she spanked me always felt the most confusing. I obediently sucked the milk out from her nipple. I swear, Elizabeth was aiming her piss all over my face! I started feeling bad for her. Then one time I had the bright idea I just wouldn’t show up for dinner.
