by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
So
nobody ever told you baby
How
it was gonna be
So
what’ll happen to you baby
Guess
we’ll have to wait and see
(Silverstone Household,
April 20th, 1994)
“Amanda! AMANDA!!
Come back! You need to listen to
me! I can explain!”
Amanda ran down the
hallway, her pajama bottoms slowly slipping from her hips down to her
ankles. Before she could reach the
stairs, they fell to her feet, tripping her.
She stumbled, falling to the floor as her mother came running behind
her. She stopped in front of her
daughter, putting her hands up in the air in front of her defensively.
“Amanda, honey,
please……you need to listen and let me explain!”
Amanda pulled her pajama
bottoms back up to her waist, clutching them in both hands in a twisted jumble.
“You did this to me! YOU fucking did this to me! You just admitted it! Look at me!” she screamed, tears streaming
down her face. “I look like a fucking
child! I AM a fucking child! You should have just let me go to jail! I can’t believe you did this to me! I can’t believe you……..” Amanda’s face
suddenly contorted, then she began bawling hysterically.
Rachel stood in front of
her daughter, frozen in panic. She knew
this day was coming. Now, it was here. The question was whether she was going to be
able to do what she knew she had to. She
felt sick to her stomach, battling against her inclination to apologize and
grovel as she always had or to do what Dr. Gembella had told her to do and “act
like a mother”. After what seemed like
an eternity, something inside her head clicked.
She was not going to make the same mistakes twice. No. It
was time to show her daughter who was in charge now. For her own good.
“Amanda, get up. Get up right now. Get up so we can get you dressed for
breakfast” she commanded, straightening her posture and walking over to help
her daughter off the floor.
Amanda kicked at her
mother, sliding backwards across the floor.
“Fuck you. FUCK you! You stupid CUNT! I hate you! I HATE you!”
Rachel’s brow
furrowed. “Amanda Alicia Silverstone, if
you swear one more time………”
“FUCK. YOU!”
Rachel walked over to her
daughter, reached down and yanked her up by the arm. Amanda attempted to strike her, but Rachel
grabbed her wrist and practically dragged her to the bathroom. Amanda kicked and screamed, threatening all
sorts of horrors on her mother if she wasn’t released immediately.
Rachel ignored her
daughter’s threats, easily controlling the eleven-year-old child and taking her
to the bathroom. She ran the warm water
in the sink, then after testing its temperature she grabbed the nearby bar of
soap resting in the dish by the handle.
She brought Amanda close
to the sink, forced her mouth open and began to soap it. Amanda spit and choked as the suds entered
her mouth. She continued to struggle,
even though she had no way of overpowering her mother, who know easily
physically dominated her. After what
seemed like an eternity, Rachel removed the soap from her daughter’s mouth.
“Rinse your mouth and
spit it out, Amanda” she commanded.
Amanda complied, weeping and choking as she did so. She looked up at her mother with a look of shock
and disbelief. Her mother had never,
ever disciplined her like that before.
In fact, she had never disciplined her at all. Moreover, the fact that she had been so
easily physically manipulated now made her feel very small. For the first time, Amanda realized that her
mother’s appearance had changed. Her
face was more vibrant and youthful. Her
figure was tighter and more svelte. Her
breasts no longer sagged but now looked perky and taught.
“Now, am I going to hear
any more swearing from you, missy?” she asked sharply.
Amanda stared at her
mother with wide eyes, shook her head “no” and began to weep again.
“That’s what I
thought. Now, we’re going to have the
conversation we just tried to have, except this time you’re going to sit there
and listen like a good girl instead of throwing a tantrum and having a potty
mouth, is that clear?”
Amanda nodded her head,
still looking down at the ground. Her
mother left the bathroom and Amanda followed behind her, occasionally coughing
up the soap that had made its way down her throat.
When they returned to
Amanda’s room, her mother picked up the mess of blankets and pillows that had
been thrown about when Amanda was informed of the true nature of her bodily
changes. She’d been apoplectic, throwing pillows at her mother and tossing her
sheets about. Halfway through cleaning
up her daughter’s mess she suddenly dropped the bundle of bedding she was
holding.
“Actually……” she began,
turning towards her daughter “……you made a mess and now you can clean it up. Make your bed, Amanda. Then we’ll talk.”
(Silverstone Household, April 29th, 1994)
“Mom! I’ve seen it before! I just want to watch it again! You’re not being fair!” Amanda shouted as her
mother popped the Terminator 2 tape out of the VCR.
“You’re too young to
watch this, Amanda!” her mother shouted back.
“This isn’t appropriate for you anymore.
You can watch Aladdin or The Little Mermaid, but you are absolutely not
watching anything ‘R’ rated!”
Amanda felt herself
beginning to cry. She was finding it
harder and harder to keep her emotions in check and found that she was moved to
tears much more easily than a few weeks ago.
Being told that she was too young to watch an R-rated movie made her
feel incredibly childish, but she refused to cry in front of her mother. She bit her lip, turned around and ran up the
stairs.
Amanda shut the door to
her room, locking it. The urge to rebel
and express anger and rage had been building up inside of her since her mother
informed her that she was doomed to relive her childhood. She reached into her CD rack and pulled out
Nirvana’s “Nevermind” and popped it into the Sony CD player/boombox combo that
rested on her dresser and pressed “Play”.
The first few chords of “Smells
Like Teen Spirit” rang out in her room, followed by the saturated, distorted
sound of electric guitar. Amanda began
jumping up and down and singing along at the top of her lungs. Doing it made her feel a sense of power, as
if she was in control of at least a small part of her life. After a few minutes, a loud knocking was
heard from the door. Amanda simply
didn’t care. She was having fun and she
was in no mood to stop. A few moments
later, the lock to the door was opened and Amanda’s mother barged into the
room, walking over to the stereo and pulling the plug.
“MOM! I’m listening to music! You said I was allowed to!” Amanda protested.
“At LOW volume,
Amanda! I thought I made that clear?”
her mother snapped back, holding the stereo’s power cord in her hand.
Amanda, still in a state
of excitement from her private concert, temporarily forgot herself. “Just plug it back in, mom! You’re killing my buzz! The song is almost finished!” she shouted,
walking towards her mother and grabbing the cord.
“Give it back! Give it BACK!
I wanna finish the songgggg!” she whined, pulling on it to no
avail.
Amanda’s mother raised
the cord higher, out of her daughter’s reach.
“Amanda, this is your last warning!
You are DONE listening to music for today, do you understand? Now go downstairs and get ready for lunch!”
Amanda remained
undeterred and continued to reach for the cord.
Without warning, her mother grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her to the
bed and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She dragged Amanda over her knee and began to
spank her rapidly.
Amanda tensed up in pain,
shocked by what her mother was doing to her.
Her mind was blank from shock, but now she was beginning to feel the
pain resulting from the barrage of slaps to her rear end. She struggled to break away from her mother
as she swatted her backside, kicking her legs in a desperate attempt to free
herself from the vulnerable position she was in. She soon realized it was no use. Her mother had completely immobilized
her. She began to cry out for her to
stop, but the assault against her backside persisted. Her cries turned to sobs and soon Amanda was
blubbering as tears streamed down her face.
She went limp in her mother’s lap, simply hoping that it would all be
over soon.
Her mother finally ceased
spanking her daughter and stood her up, taking her by the hand and making her
face the corner of her room near her stereo.
Amanda stood, staring at the wall and crying as her mother picked up the
boombox and put it under her arm.
“You can pull your pants
back up once lunch is ready. Then you
can come down and eat. As for your
stereo, you’ll get this back if you behave for the rest of the day” she stated
sternly. With that, the door to her room
was shut and Amanda was left to sob in the silence of her bedroom.
As Amanda stood in the
corner weeping, she placed her hands on her bottom, which was burning from the abuse
it had received. She looked down at the
floor and saw the CD case for “Nevermind” lying beside her feet, knocked off
the dresser when her mother pulled the stereo away. She stared at the naked baby on the cover,
then had a disturbing thought that she couldn’t bear to entertain for more than
a second. She kicked the CD away from
her and watched it slide under her bed, then faced the corner again and waited
for her mother to tell her she was allowed to leave her room.
Another Way, Another Day
by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
Stories of Age/Time Transformation