It was afternoon.
Miss Wilson's rotten daughter, Missy, had caught me playing in a mud puddle. It had stopped raining just about an hour ago, and I couldn't resist. When Missy told me that I was going to be in so much trouble, I cursed at her out of anger. My tomboyishness had, once again, gotten in the way of my common sense. Now I sit here, in a bathtub filled with warm water and mountains pink soap suds. The water is calm and still, but I am not. Miss Wilson said to wait here while she went to check on Lydia, another rebellious student here at Ms. Wilson's Big Baby Academy. Suddenly Miss Wilson appeared in the doorway, a wicked smile on her face and something frilly in her hand. It was a pair of pink, lacy panties with a floral design on it. Miss Wilson tied a long rubber apron over her long, black dress and bent down beside the tub. She pulled the panties over my head and adjusted them to her liking. "There, a cute frilly bath bonnet for my baby girl." Miss Wilson said. "You can peek out through the lacy leg holes and watch while I give you a well-deserved scrubbing which I'd say is an appropriate punishment for a foul-mouthed baby, like you." She picked up a bar of Camay soap and washcloth and made them dance together in her hands while I cowered in disbelief at being punished in such a manner. I couldn't have been in a more vulnerable situation. Now Miss Wilson put one hand firmly behind my neck, and with the other hand smothered her well-lathered washcloth over my mouth, reminding me of the discipline at hand. "I do hope you like those suds I put in the bath for you, my dear. Oh yes, nice sweet camay soapsuds- the 'soap of beautiful women'. Perfect for an unruly tomboy like you. Open those lips wide for me." Miss Wilson said. I closed my eyes, shuddered with dread, and started to moan. That was all the opening Miss Wilson needed to penetrate my quickly weakening resistance. "Yes, that's a good babykins." Miss Wilson said. "We're going to wash away all that nasty backtalk and scrub that foul tongue until it's pink and pure and squeaky clean." The surprise of her soapy onslaught caught me off-guard. When I realized what she was doing, I clamped my lips together as tightly as I could. Miss Wilson blanketed my whole face with the steamy washcloth swirling piles of rich lather all over from eat to ear and chin to forehead. Her motions were unhurried, deliberate, and firm. "I'll take as much time as you'd like, babykins." Miss Wilson said. "I assure you we shall neither run out of soapsuds nor my determination to achieve my objective. So you decide how long you want me to go on with this. I rather enjoy giving a big baby a god long face wash any time she needs it. Now, when you're ready, we'll just go on with ridding your mouth of it's naughty cursing ways and restore it to a state of sweet pink purity." I remained stubborn and kept my mouth shut tightly. "I'll be right here when you decide to cooperate." Miss Wilson continued. "In the meantime, I'll be happy to continue washing and washing your naughty face. Repetition is always good for making a point crystal clear and unforgettable." I needed to breath and knew that if I inhaled through my nose, I'd take in nothing but Camay suds. So I opened my mouth in a gasp for air. And with it came Miss Wilson's washcloth. Once inside my mouth, she lathered every corner and inner surface. The would often remove the awful tasting mass only to replenish it's soapy supply and repeat the oral punishment. Over and over, she scrubbed and worked the thick gagging suds across my lips and tongue as I blubbered and sputtered and mewed like a helpless kitten. "Here's some nice rich Camay for all of those rude remarks you've made at my daughter today." Miss Wilson said, tracing the cloth around my lips before roughly shoving it back inside and working her way around my tongue. "And here's a special dose of deep cleansing for trying to resist your punishment just minutes ago. You'll remember that error for quite some time, I assure you. And you'll remember my soapy remedy longer than you may wish. I told you resistance would be met with severe consequences. Maybe you just didn't realize just how distasteful a soapy washcloth can be in the hands of a strict Mistress. Well, now you know the truth from first-hand experience. Tell me, dear, how does my pink Camay taste in that unruly mouth? Can you taste all of those pretty pink bubbles clinging to your tongue? Not enough? Oh, please, have some more. It's my pleasure and your punishment." The powerful perfume of Camay soap overwhelmed me with it's seductively strong fragrance, and I eventually yielded to her thorough cleansing. Voluntarily, I parted my lips to satisfy her commands and give her free and total access to work her sudsy discipline on me. I hoped it would act as a plea bargain to reduce my soapy sentence, but she continued to prosecute and punish without letup. When she was satisfied that my mouth was sufficiently well-scrubbed and subdued, she took the washcloth from my mouth. Then she formed it into a moist, frothy lump and stuffed it in between my lips. She wiped the suds from my eyes with the corner of a towel and held a hand mirror in front of my face. My reflection shocked me with the silly humiliating panties covering my head, and my cheeks bulging, and my mouth rimmed with dense shimmering gobs of suds that still oozed from the corners of my lips and drizzled down my chin to plop and trickle over my chest. "A properly soaped baby us such a pleasure to behold, isn't it, my dear." Miss Wilson said. "All nice and lean and showing such soft signs of submission. A freshly scrubbed mouth is always more attentive to learning big baby lessons with the proper attitude and ready to give such sweet kisses. Now, over your hands and knees... NOW!!! I want that muddy bottom right where I can reach it with my bathbrush."

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