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invasion of the inside of her backside, but also the total roasting of its outside, and it was just more than she could bear. 
    She had a complete meltdown.
    It was, of course, at that moment that one of Mommy’s friends decided to drop by. Ms. Germaine ran her own household in very much the same manner as Mommy did, but her was in New Hampshire. She happened to be coming back from Bar Harbor and decided to drop in on Mommy.
    Mommy didn’t miss a beat. She bade Veronica – Ronnie – take a seat, but continued to deal with Alicia, which meant trapping the girls flying legs and switching to a heavier, less pretty hairbrush to give her a much more sound spanking. By the time she was done with Alicia’s poor rear end, it was nearly maroon from end to end.
    What was worse was that she didn’t let the girl up, but kept her over her lap while having her chat with her friend.
    They discussed everything – the weather, business, the economy, politics, but, of course, they couldn’t avoid the situation in front of them for long. “So someone’s been a naughty girl, I see,” Ronnie queried.
    “Yes, this is Alicia. She just came to us. She starts school next week. I’m sure you’ll excuse her from shaking your hand right now.”
    “Oh, I understand completely. I have a newbie coming in tomorrow, and Claire’s been back for three days and she’s already earned a month of spankings.”
    “A month?! What did she do?”
    “She told me she’d signed up for classes over the summer and she hadn’t! Did she think I wouldn’t check? How long has she been with me?!”
    The two women laughed. “Ah, dear. You gotta love them.”
     
    “Well, I just wanted to stop in. I don’t want to interrupt. But ladies lunch next week, here, on Wednesday, right?”
    “Yes, definitely!”
    Ronnie stood, saying, “Don’t get up. I’ll show myself out.”
    “Now,” Mommy said. “Are you quite through with your tantrum, young lady?”
    Alicia nodded, mortified on every possible level.
    “Good.”
    She stood the girl up and made to put her back in her high chair, but Alicia tugged on her shirt and popped her pacifier out, asking sweetly, her face tear stained, “Mommy, I need to use the potty, please.”
    “Good girl for asking. Let’s go.”
    Alicia assumed that she was going to be guided to the bathroom them left to her own devices. After all, she did know how to use a toilet.
    But she was learning quickly that she should never assume anything about living with Mommy. When they got to the door of the bathroom, Alicia turned and tried to close the door behind her. But Mommy wasn’t having any of that.
    “Uh uh uh, girlie girl. Mommy is going to stay be in the room with you. There’s no way I’m going to leave you alone in the bathroom.”
    She was going to have to go to the bathroom with someone else watching? She wasn’t even sure she could!
    But the she soon found that the suppositories weren’t going to give her much choice about the matter – and, of course, neither was Mommy. No sooner has she been stripped of all of her clothes – something that Mommy insisted on – and sat – with that welted red bottom - upon the potty than she lost at least as complete control of her bowels as she had of her bladder.
    And it made her cry just as hard.
    Mommy stroked her head and kissed the top of it. “Aww, you’re all right, baby. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be. You’re not supposed to have any control over any of this.”
    Mommy cleaned her up, too, and it was all too humiliating for Alicia. Mommy put her down for her afternoon nap, promising her play time once she awoke. Again, like magic, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as Mommy turned the lights out.
    This time, however, she didn’t awaken to them being turned back on. Instead, she was awakened to Mommy undoing the bottom snaps of her romper, and changing her diaper, which was wet again. Then Mommy put another layer of