favorite punishment
Valentina had already been warned: No messes in the diaper, Sara had told her in a bossy voice. But Valentina, with her defiant teenage air, smiled and said, Sure, sure, while in her mind she was planning the exact opposite.
Minutes later, the diaper looked like a war zone. Shit everywhere. Sara opened it and froze.
Valentina! she exclaimed. What did you do here?
Valentina shrugged with a mischievous smile. Oops. I got a little carried away with what I ate at Grandma's.
Sara sighed, but couldn't contain her laughter. She grabbed some wipes and said, Well, get ready for your punishment.
Valentina knew what that meant: cleaning until everything shone. But, between laughs, she knew that this pleasurable punishment ended up being a battle of endurance.
When they finally finished, Valentina was drenched in sweat and her bottom was sparkling clean. Valentina, her hair dripping wet, said between laughs, I guess. I defeated the punishment?
Sara winked at her. More like you turned it into fun.