The Butterfly's Mommy

Mommy hummed a pretty tune to herself as she sat in her padded, brown chair set upon a white carpet. In her hand was a needle which she drew threw a thread, shaping what had once been a formless piece of fabric. She glanced behind herself at the scene going on around her. Fluttershy, her pretty little girl, was hopping around the room like a bunny in imitation of her pet. The bunny, enjoying the sport, was keeping a few inches ahead of her.

Fluttershy lept and nearly caught the bunny, but the bunny hopped again. Fluttershy jumped after her and they ran in a full circle around the desk Mommy's sewing machine sat on. Mommy went back to the sewing as she worked on shaping a leg from the cloth. The left pants leg was already done. With a few movements of her needle, the second pants leg was done as well.

She stood up. "Fluttershy?"

The girl scampered over. "Yes Mommy?"

Mommy patted her head, softly stroking her hair which was wet from her bath earlier. "Your new jammies are done. Lift your arms."

Fluttershy obeyed and she lifted her daughter's shirt over her head. Then she took the blue pajama tops and slid them over her, brushing her sides unintentionally and eliciting giggles. Mommy chuckled and tickled her sides, causing Fluttershy to double over. Mommy stood back and regarded the top, clapping her hands. "Oh, you look so cute! I could just eat you up!"

Fluttershy hid behind her hands. "No, don't eat me up!"

Mommy brushed her hands on her tummy, causing howls of laughter from Fluttershy's lips. "Tickle, tickle! It's the tickle monster!" She took hold of her daughter's skirt and removed them, sliding on the bottoms and a pair of pink socks which she had made for her two weeks ago."Perfect! You're such a good little girl!"

Fluttershy wrapped her arms around her and Mommy returned the affection, planting a kiss on her forehead.

The seamstress drew away. "Now, it's bedtime, Sweetie."

Fluttershy pouted. "But I'm not tired."

Mommy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You always say that, then fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow. Do you want to take a quick potty break?"

Fluttershy leaned against her. "No, I'm alright."

"Sure?"

"Uh-huh."

Mommy stroked her hair. "Alright then. I won't make you."

Fluttershy clung to her as they walked down the long hallway to her bedroom. Mommy opened the door and laid on the bed. Fluttershy yawned as she laid down next to her, snuggling into her. Mommy drew her close, caressing her back. "Do you want to wear a diaper?"

Fluttershy shook her head. "No, I'm a big girl!"

Mommy shrugged. "Alright, alright. You're a big girl, I get it. Too big for Mommy's cuddles?"

Fluttershy's lips jutted out and she threw her arms around Mommy. "Never!"

Mommy cuddled her, laying her chin on Fluttershy's head. She would have read her a story, but the little girl was snoring. "Good night, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy stirred. "...Night, Mommy."

Her mommy kissed her again, drew the blankets up around her and left the room.

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Fluttershy yawned, stretching her arms and legs which were tangled up in her pink sheets. The pajamas Mommy had made for her had kept her nice and warm. It was chilly in her room and the floorboards were cold to her little feet. She turned onto her side, moving away from a spot of cold. She dared not open her eyes to find out just what that cold wetness was.Her feet were snuggled up in pink socks that cuddled her toes. They were flannel socks so they should have been able to guard her feet against the cold floorboards, but when she had put her feet on the floor last night, it had still been cold even through the socks.

A little bluebird nested in the leafy branches of the birch tree outside her window, sang a symphony to the sun. She had always been able to understand what the birds were saying. This bird was saying to wake up. The insistent sunlight poked at her eyes, also urging her to wake up and face the day. She didn't want to! She wrapped the sheets around herself tighter and tighter, cocooning herself in the warmth. The November wind howled and shrieked against the glass. Fluttershy whimpered and clutched her teddy bear, nuzzling it to her chest.

When she pressed her knees against her tummy, she could feel the wet spot on the seat of her pajamas. The acrid smell stung her nostrils. She reached down and felt the wet spot, hoping it wasn't there. That if she pretended long enough, it would simply go away. It didn't.

Oh, why hadn't she been a good girl last night and gone to the potty? Sure, it had been cold and it got scary at night, but she knew to go to the potty. She wasn't a baby!

Was she?

She gulped as she slowly opened her eyes and tossed the covers off of her. The wet spot formed a circle on the sheets. There was no way to hide this from Mommy. Her eyes went to the paddle hanging over her little white bookshelf which were filled with children's stories. The paddle was about three-quarters of an inch thick, but thin or not it left a sting.

No doubt, she would be feeling it across her behind. The paddle had writing on it that said, "I made a bad choice." Mommy had read it to her, explaining that she made bad choices sometimes, but she wasn't a bad girl. No, she was a good girl. A good girl that had made a very bad choice and would soon pay for it with her backside. Mommy would be especially upset since these were the pajamas she had sewn for her.

She ducked back under the covers, laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes again. The wet spot made it uncomfortable to go back to sleep, but she tried. There was an alarm clock next to her bed that sat on a brown dresser. A butterfly and diamond imprinted tablecloth sat under it. The time, flashing in red numbers, read seven-thirty. It was the weekend. She had some time before Mommy came in to check on her. Breakfast would be soon.

That thought led her to thinking of Mommy's pancakes, covered in syrup. She'd like to skip her punishment and go straight to pancakes, but she knew she couldn't. Or the punishment could happen after breakfast. No, Mommy would never do that. Mommy liked getting unpleasant things out of the way.

Mommy might also make friend eggs. After some reflection, Fluttershy realized she really wanted breakfast. She wasn't hungry exactly, but she hadn't had a very big supper last night.

The three glasses of water she drank might have been responsible for the current bit of trouble she found herself in. Fluttershy peeked back out from beneath her covers, staring down at the carpet that led from her bed to the door. It was covered in swirling designs, flowers and fruits and beautiful patterns that matched her mommy's design sense. Mommy had bought it for her when she'd complained about how cold the floor was at night.

There was no carpet for the hallway though. If she pointed that out, might she get some lenience? No, no she absolutely would not. Fluttershy set one little foot on the floor, her toes sinking into the fabric. The heel came next and, after setting her whole right foot on the ground, she set her left foot on the carpet.

Now, both feet were on the floor. She shivered at the cold feeling in the seat of her pajamas. There was a calendar at eye level on the wall. There was a green check for dry nights and a red x for wet nights. For the past two weeks there had only been green checks. Mommy had been so happy with her that she had given her a reward, an extra cookie at supper.

She had been so proud of herself! Her little shoulders slumped as she picked up a marker and drew a red x on the calendar. Then, since she knew it was coming, she walked over to the corner and pressed her nose against the wall. The worst part was that she had disappointed Mommy. She hated it when she disappointed Mommy.

After several minutes in the corner she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Mommy was humming a morning song. She had the most beautiful voice in the world, Fluttershy thought.

The door creaked open and Mommy stepped inside, a smile on her face that quickly turned into a frown. "Good morning, Fluttershy. Another wet night, huh?"

From her place in the corner, Fluttershy nodded. She felt as Mommy's hands ran through her hair. It felt good as Mommy rubbed her shoulder. "I asked you if you wanted to wear a diaper last night. Why didn't you?"

Fluttershy stamped her foot. "Cause I'm not a baby!"

Mommy tapped Fluttershy's shoulder rhythmically, gently patting her shoulder blades. "Do big girls pee in their beds?"

Fluttershy looked down at the floor. "No."

"Did you pee in the bed?"

Fluttershy mumbled something.

Mommy tapped her bum, too weak to be a spank, too firm to be a pat. "Fluttershy? Mommy asked you a question."

"Yes."

"Babies can wear diapers and get away with peeing their beds. Big girls can't. Is that clear?"

A blush burned Fluttershy's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

"You should be. Are you a baby or a big girl?"

"I'm a big girl!"

"Do you need a spanky on your bum to help you remember to be a big girl and not pee the bed?"

Fluttershy shivered. "Yes, Mommy."

Mommy shook her head. "You'll get one, but first let's get those icky jammies off. Not even girls who make bad choices deserve to wear pee-stained jammies."

Fluttershy turned around. Mommy placed her hands on Fluttershy's hips, slid down the bottoms. Fluttershy lifted her legs one at a time as Mommy took off her pants and then the shirt, taking both to the bathroom. She returned a few moments later, holding up a frilly pink dress covered in ribbons and laces.

It was beautiful. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she took it in.

Mommy laid it on the bed. "Come here. Mommy made this just for you."

Fluttershy grinned. "Thank you, Mommy!" She pranced over.

Mommy ruffled her hair and then put the dress on her along with a pair of pink panties. The fabric was soft, smooth against her body, enfolding her in luxurious sensations. "Alright, now it's time for your correction for this little morning faux pas."

Mommy walked over to the bookshelf and picked up the paddle before taking Fluttershy by her arm. She pushed the little girl down, bending her over the mattress. "Mommy's going to give you ten swats on your bum to help you remember to go potty. Mommy is doing this because she loves you, not because she's angry with you. Mommy loves you very much, Darling."

Fluttershy smiled. "I love you too, Mommy."

She pulled up Fluttershy's dress and yanked down her underwear, revealing the round, firm semiglobes of her rump and laid a hand on Fluttershy's back. Fluttershy was not resisting the chastisement from her mommy, keeping her rump stuck out. Mommy only had her hand on her back to show she loved her and to comfort her during the coming reprimand.

Mommy raised the paddle and brought it down hard on Fluttershy's rump. Fluttershy jumped. The second spank fell, leaving a sting in its wake. Fluttershy closed her eyes as the third and fourth swats fell, pink marks appearing on her behind as the paddle struck her right cheek and then her left.

Mommy increased the tempo as she brought down the fifth and sixth swat, her rump jiggling as the spanks rained down. This would be a lesson she would remember, a fire building up in her bottom as the paddle turned her tushy a bright shade of dark pink.

The seventh spank fell upon her sit spot, a hard crack of wood resounding across her punished posterior. Fluttershy cried out as the paddle whacked her rump again.

"Three more, Darling."

The eighth, ninth and tenth spank landed firmly across her sit spot. She let out a long cry, finally allowing the tears to come free. Mommy put aside the paddle and sat down on the bed. Fluttershy jumped up, dancing around the room as she covered her bottom.

Mommy  opened her arms and Fluttershy fell into them, seating herself on her lap. Mommy held her close in a loving embrace, pressing her face against her cleavage. Fluttershy nuzzled her breasts, wrapping her arms around her waste. Mommy softly rubbed soothing circles on her bottom, moving up and stroking her back.

Fluttershy sighed in contentment at the feeling of Rarity's fingertips lightly tracing her spine, trailing up and down her back, the rhythm enough to lull her into a light trance.

Rarity kissed her forehead. "Butterflies."

Fluttershy blinked a few times. "Wow. Oh my. Wow."

"Must have been good. Lost yourself for a moment?"

Fluttershy nodded, burying her face in Rarity's breasts. "Thank you, Rarity. I've been needing a spanking for a long time."

Rarity trailed kisses down her girlfriend's neck. "We all have kinks, Darling. Snuggling cute little butterflies is mine for example."

Fluttershy giggled. "Thank you so much for playing into my fantasy. You were so loving, but firm. I need that."

Rarity caressed her hair. "The paddle wasn't too much? I know we tested it when I first bought it, but I'm still unsure with using it."

"Oh no, the paddle was perfect. I'd like a hand spanking next time though. Maybe I'll forget to do my homework." She winked.

"Oh,my. Mommy has such a naughty little girl."

Fluttershy pouted. "Sowwy, Mommy."

Rarity pressed her lips to Fluttershy's forehead. "I still love you."

Fluttershy's smile lit up the room as she rested in Rarity's embrace. "I'm so happy right now."

"We can stay like this for as long as you need."

They rested onto the bed and cuddled the morning away.