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Mature Content

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Mature Content

This pose was not easy to coordinate, but I love how it came out.~ 

Story is by Ryhn, not myself~ Themes include hypnosis, bondage, figging, spanking, and of course, abdl. Enjoy~]

Mrs. Wentz tightened her grip on Annabelle's ear, and gave a sharp tug to Ryhn's wrist. "Really, you two should know better." the woman lectured while dragging the two along. "I know just the thing to put your incessant quarrels to bed."

The stoutly built woman's brunette curls bobbed as she stalked down a thick carpeted hallway, tugging a black haired femboy by his slender wrist. "Ryhn, I don't care if she slapped you first." Wentz turned her attention to Annabelle, twisting the copper-haired girl's ear to speed the trouble-maker along. "And I don't care what he said to you, Anna."

Mrs. Wentz sternly directed each of her charges to sit at the edge of the bed while she laid out a phone. A set of earbuds followed. "I'm going to give you two another chance to hit it off." The dark haired woman's voice carried a hint of hope while she neatly organized a collection of pink cords. Reaching down into a drawer, the fair skinned woman turned and held two thick, plastic-backed rectangles aloft.

"You'll be so cute together. The both of you."

"Now strip."

Mollified into silence until then, both Ryhn and Anna protested, talking right over one another. Mrs. Wentz went on as though she'd receiving nothing but a pair of smiles and nods. Engaged as they were in stating their case, neither Ryhn nor Anna noticed the brunette slipping in a pair of earplugs. The two didn't miss a beat in lodging their complaints as she lifted the phone, set the volume up, and hit play.

Thirty seconds passed as Ryhn and Anna's complaints dried up, and they slowly sat back on the bedside. Silent.

"That's what I thought." Mrs. Wentz smiled, setting one diaper to the side of each quarreler. She lifted Ryhn's bunny ear first. "I want your naked li'l butt planted on an open diaper," A dark lacquered nail pressed into the cushy padding beside Ryhn, "before I'm done with your little nemesis over here."

The feminine bunboy moved to comply, and Mrs. Wentz turned her attention to Annabelle. "As for you, missy. . . " A deft touch lifted Annabelle's chin, socketing a peculiar pacifier into place. An elastic strap fastened the plastic shield to the girl's face. "I want to see your clothes piled at the foot of the dresser, and your pale buttocks presented over the edge of this bed."

Anna slowly followed orders, and Mrs. Wentz shifted back to Ryhn with a genuine smile. A domineering glint shone in the woman's eyes as she unslung her brown leather purse, and dropped it beside Ryhn.  "Ready for your punishment?" The rhetorical question floated unanswered as Mrs. Wentz lifted a well whittled finger of ginger.

Ryhn couldn't say a thing as the root pressed intimately close to his backside, then found itself firmly seated between his cheeks. A searing flare of regret swelled in the boy's chest, but even then he couldn't vocalize any sort of apology.

As if it would have mattered.

Only able to watch, Annabelle's experience quickly mirrored Ryhn's own, her heart-shaped tush hugging down on an invasive, smoldering little root. "Good girl." Wentz praised, adding a warm little slap to each of Anna's cheeks.

Mrs. Wentz wasn't done. Neither trouble-maker was given time to come to terms with their new friend. The brunette's hand dug into her purse once more, and came up gripping a short black riding crop.

The flexible item tapped Ryhn on his knee. "Knees to your chest, brat."

The woman counted down from forty, alternating between Annabelle's cheeks and Ryhn's own. The crop connected with one sharp crack after another, ensuring Annabelle and Ryhn were flame-kissed both outside, and in. Obedience led both to a matching, throbbing score of welts across each of their rumps.

"Now for my favorite part. . ." Mrs. Wentz took a short moment to catch her breath, flexing her swatting arm and shaking it out. "It's time for you two to learn to get along. Lay out on your diapers."

The stout woman hummed almost cheerfully as each followed her command.

Thick cushioning pulled up between each of the figged brat's legs, one after another, and after a few tapes snuggled down into place, Mrs. Wentz had a pair of diapered brats on her hands. Ryhn and Anna each got one hand sunk against their pillowy butt.

"Cute."

Hands together, Mrs. Wentz lifted the first of a set of ropes. "Anna, lay in the middle of the bed. . ."

A series of commands followed, and the brunette worked with incredible efficiency. She possessed the sort of sure-handed confidence that came from much experience. Clearly, this wasn't Mrs. Wentz's first rodeo.

Tied and trussed diaper-to-diaper, held in one another's warm embrace, Ryhn and Anna were treated to a matching pair of earbuds, which soon connected with the phone, cutting out the device's main speaker.

Mrs. Wentz's earplugs came out, and she gently tapped the screen until her favorite infatuation track lit up the screen with little hearts. A firm press set the song on repeat.

"Two little rascals go to bed together. . ." Mrs. Wentz lifted a Hitachi wand, and pressed it between Ryhn and Anna's padding until it rested perfectly lodged between the two.

She set it to high.

". . . One cute couple greets me in the morning." The woman smiled again, lifting a pair of squishy little egg vibrators, and neatly applying each to Anna's breasts. "I do love waking up to two delighted, exhausted little lovebirds."

The woman paused for just a moment, then adorned Ryhn with a matching pacifier. "But before I go," Mrs. Wentz produced a a feeding pump, and promptly screwed the tube into each of her soon-to-be-reformed charge's pacifiers. "I have to make sure you two are well fed."

The machine whirred to life, and the brunette's eyes practically twinkled as she lifted the main processing hatch, and tuned the mixture. "Those diapers aren't just for show." The woman spoke, mostly for her own amusement. "I'm sure you'll figure that out soon enough."

Magnesium hydroxide joined the feeding flow before she popped the hatch shut.

"Sleep tight, cuties. I'll change you in the morning."