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Doubling Down Into Diapers Chapter Eleven
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The contestants had talked their choices over for about two minutes when Cindy (who had been standing around with her arms crossed and occasionally rolling her eyes) simply walked over to the pink door and reached out for the knob.
“Hey!” Candy-May said in her distinctive southern twang, “just what d’you think you’re up to?!”
“We’re having a vote over here, Cindy,” Genesis said, trying to assert herself into a leadership role. Vanessa hated her already.
“Oh please!”Cindy said, gripping the knob and turning it. “Do you even know who I am? Like I’m going to sit here and listen to a bunch of nobodies blabber over a stupid door. Besides-- pink’s my favourite colour!”
She threw the door open, the others groaning and complaining behind her. But there was nothing they could do, and so, urged forward by Dixie, the contestants moved into the next room.
The entire room was pink, with a single piece of furniture-- a matching pink leather bench in the direct center of the room. Dixie wore a strange, satisfied smile as she settled her pert bottom onto the bench, turning her attention to the contestants.
“This one’s pretty simple; you come over here, one by one, and place your spoiled little bottoms over my lap...”
“What?!” Genesis uttered, shocked at what she was hearing.
“...And take the hardest spanking I can dish out. The spanking will last for five minutes... unless you brats tap out first.” She looked up at her victims, her smile white and mean, and said: “so who’s first.”
“You’re up, blondie!” Candy-May said, giving Cindy a shove.
“W-what are you talking about?!”
“You’re the one who wanted to go through the pretty princess door,” Candy-May said, giving Cindy another push, sending her into Dixie’s grip. “So you can be the first to get your rump roasted!”
Cindy’s face burned, especially when the other women chimed in, enthusiastically agreeing with Candy-May. With a squeal, she found herself tugged over Dixie’s lap (noticing, with a gulp, the surprising amount of power apparently contained within her little body). She was quickly pinned into place, immobilized. After pulling up her skirt and lowering her panties to half-mast, Dixie picked up a hairbrush from beside her and lightly tapped Cindy’s bare bum with it’s smooth, polished backside.
“Don’t you da-- YYEOWW!” Cindy squealed, kicking her legs in the air behind her as the first swat landed on her naked ass.
Already her pert little bottom was tingling. The spoiled Cindy had of course never been spanked before, and after just a couple of swats, she already had tears swimming in her eyes. She lasted barely thirty seconds before bolting off Dixie’s lap, squealing and rubbing her buttocks.
“OOOOWWWWWIIIIIEEE!” she cried, kneading and wiggling her butt like she’d just taken a thousand swats instead of around a dozen.
Dixie chuckled as she provided her expert commentary. “Oh... not a great performance! Sorry, honey! I can’t imagine anyone having a worse performance than that.” She shot a significant look at the other contestants. “But I guess we’ll just have to find out! Who’s next?”
There was some bickering and squabbling before Genesis stepped up, rolling her eyes as she took her place at Dixie’s side. “OK, chickenshits,” she said, reaching up to undo her jeans and sliding them down, revealing a set of very well toned buttocks encased in a pair of tight white panties. “I’ll go next.”
“Come then... come to Dixie!” the adorable dominatrix coaxed, patting her lap, invitingly. Slowly, reluctantly, Genesis gently lowered herself across Dixie’s knee, gritting her teeth when she felt the back of the hairbrush lightly rapping against her panty clad buns.
“Just get it over with!” Genesis huffed, impatient.
“Temper temper, gorgeous,” Dixie chuckled. “First we have to get these out of the way.”
She swiftly tugged Genesis’ panties down, grinning to herself when the gymnast’s hiney, firm and round from hours of exercise, came into view. The beautiful athlete gasped, then hissed with pain as the brush came down on her left cheek, making it jiggle. Dixie didn’t give her a moment to recover... she brought the brush down on the opposite cheek, then back down on the first again in rapid succession. She’d decided that Genesis was one of the stronger contestants, and she was determined to break her quickly if she could.
She was disappointed when the gymnast was able to withstand the full five minute assault stoically. Reluctantly, she allowed Genesis to rise to her feet and return to the group, ohing and ahhhing as she rubbed her red and smarting cheeks.
The rest of the spankings went about the same-- Vanessa followed Genesis, and although she was screaming and kicking by the end (her butt already tenderized by a spanking the previous evening), she was able to last the entire five minutes. Sheri took her paddling with only a few tears (she’d been spanked by her mother growing up, and so was an expert at these things by now.) Candy-May took another one of Dixie’s super strong paddlings, and rose to her feet with a whoop when it was over. “Lady put more motion into my backside than five alarm chili!” she remarked, kneading her red and stinging hiney.
At last, it was Rachael’s turn, and Dixie had cooked up a little something special. Unseen by the contestants, she rubbed a thin coating of high-grade heating gel to the back of the hairbrush. Once applied to the skin of Rachael’s fat booty, it would quickly generate a noticeable warmth-- especially when combine with a brisk spanking!
The hardened news-woman reluctantly lowered herself onto Dixie’s lap, her nicely rounded butt, which Rachael maintained with a vigorous workout schedule, stuck up alluringly behind her. She blushed, especially when Dixie lifted her dress and tugged down her frilly lacy underwear, her bare ass coming into view. But Rachael had also experienced more than her fair share of spankings when she was growing up... she was confident she’d be able to take whatever Dixie could hand out.
The first minute passed without incident, and by the time 90 seconds had elapsed, Rachel was smiling inwardly, sure that she’d be able to survive all five minutes without a problem.
But the whole time, a thin layer of gel was accumulating on her wobbling bare buttocks... and it wasn’t long before the heat began building... first mildly, but getting worse and worse by the minute.
A little over two minutes in, and Rachael’s buns were baking. The hard bitten newswoman was sweating and kicking her feet, images of smoke rising from her rapidly reddening derriere dancing through her brain. They hadn’t even hit the three minute mark yet when she began to holler.
“OOOOOWWW!” Rachael squealed, her legs kicking wildly in the air behind her (giving the audience a very nice glimpse of her shaved pussy and the dark crinkle of her anus.) “STOP! STOP IT! OOOHHHH OWWWWW!”
She began flailing wildly, forcibly rolling off Dixie’s lap and landing heavily on her scalding hot rump.
“OH! MY ASS! MY ASS IS BURNING!!!” Squealing like a scalded cat, Rachael jumped up and began hopping in place reaching back to rub her roasting buttocks, which sadly brought no relief.
“OW OW OW OW OW! HELP ME!” she cried, hopping in place and rubbing her reddening butt cheeks, her hilarious war dance bringing uproarious laughter from the spectators.
