Drastic Measures

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

That was at the forefront of Lucy’s mind as she continued to watch her daughter, Abagail, slip further and further into from a sweet little girl into a good-for-nothing hoodlum. Not only had Abagail’s grades been slipping more and more with each passing day, the cause of skipping class to go smoke and drink with her so called “friends”, but the once kind and considerate girl had started badmouthing her mother, hurling expletives and curses at her with reckless abandon. When she had threatened to wash her daughter’s mouth out with soap, the young lady had merely scoffed at her and muttered that she, “wasn’t a child anymore.”

The next time, however, Lucy was ready for her. At the first curse to come from Abigail’s mouth, Lucy grabbed her daughter tightly by the wrist and dragged her off to the bathroom. The whole way, Abagail struggled and cursed at her mother, threatening to call Child Services on her, but Lucy was having none of it. 

“I warned you I would,” Lucy said as she grabbed a bar of soap and shoved it into her daughter’s open mouth. As Abagail sputtered and spat the bar out, Lucy was quicker, grabbing a mouth gag and quickly shoving the bulb into her daughter’s mouth, the taste of soap filing her mouth as her mother clipped it shut behind her head. “Now, there are going to be some changes around here… If you wan to act like a child, then I’m going to treat you like a child!”

Ten minutes later, Abagail was pouting in her crib, gripping the bars tightly with her gloved hands with only a thick diaper to hide her shame. She had struggled, of course, when her mother had produced a diaper in just her size, but a swift tanning of her behind had squashed what little resistance she still had left. “I hope you like your new look,” He mother taunted with a pleased smile on her face, “because your going to be in it for a very long time…”