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“Daddy, I want you to know that I love you very, very much.  And I’m always going to try to be the bestestest BabyGirl that I can be for you,” the BabyGirl said, looking back at her Daddy with an expression on her face that made it seem like she felt sorry for him and for how frustrated he was.  “I don’t really know how to say this to you to help you to understand.  It seems like you’re so upset right now that you lost all ability to make sense.  But I love you anyways and I’m gonna try to help you through this.”

She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and find the right words to say.

“I’m sorry that you feel my behavior is so bad that you think I need an attitude adjustment.  And I’m sorry that you feel you have no other options in punishing me and that your hands are tied and that this is how I’m going to get my attitude adjusted,”  the BabyGirl said, choosing her words carefully to not confuse her poor Daddy further.  “But the truth is:  My hands are the ones that are tied, not yours.  And I don’t see how this is going to adjust my attitude since my attitude is in my head, not my butt.  But I love you and if you say this will help, then I’ll believe you.”

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.

But not only did he have his BabyGirl’s footprints to bless his heart, he also had her handprints – on the refrigerator door, on the walls in the hallway, around every light switch and everywhere else that her little fingers touched.  But he never wiped those little handprints of hers away.  Because his little girl heeded the advice she once heard him say:

If you walk in the footprints of others, you won’t make any of your own.

And not only was she determined to make her own prints, she was determined to make them unlike any others. 

So when he got home from work and saw his little BabyGirl putting her finger paint to good use on the kitchen floor, he smiled as he sat there and watched her being who she was … the little girl who left her mark no matter where she went and who made her presence known with the meaning of her handprints.

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25 “Priceless Moments”

Melissa had become accustomed to a lot of intense feelings and sensations she encountered as a BabyGirl.  It wasn’t to say that she didn’t feel these things before she regressed.  It was just that she never paid attention to them before.

As a BabyGirl, she paid attention to a lot more that seemed trivial at best and perhaps too much about little details than most people would give a second thought to.

But little details were what had become the defining factors in her life – from the perfect placement of pigtail holders to the perfect way to speak with a pacifier in her mouth to the perfect way to get through the initial waltz of the tummyflies inside her whenever it began.  And that fluttering in her belly would often make her curl up in a ball and rock back-n-forth until it subsided enough to allow her to assist in the task at hand.

When she came home from work today, her Daddy greeted her at the door, having rushed home himself to be there first so he could help her shed the Big Girl clothing she was wearing the moment she walked in the door.

And now, sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor on her flattened and prepared diaper, Melissa curled up in a ball again as she had a front row seat for yet another performance of the waltz of the tummyflies.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

It wasn’t about having a mind filled with fairy tales.  It wasn’t about unusual desires that made her feel like a freak.  And it wasn’t about taking enormous leaps in life without looking first.

Those were simply thoughts in her head.  She was a dreamer, just like every other girl in the world.  And having dreams didn’t make her feel less of a person.

It was the fact that nobody seemed to care enough to tell her that they loved her, to hold her in their arms and make her feel like she meant something to someone.  If she could find that connection with another person, then everything else would fall into place as it should.

Nobody seemed to care … until she met him.  Her Daddy.  And then everything changed – including her diapers.

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25 “Priceless Moments”

“I tried my bestest, Daddy.  But she still got to me,” the BabyGirl said to her Daddy, waddling up to him in the living room with a poopy diaper.

She was so convinced that there was a poop fairy who kept putting poop in her diaper that she thought about it and thought about it and thought about it, for days upon weeks upon months and now at last, she had finally found the solution.

“But I think I know how to stop her,” she said, getting down on her knees and sitting back on her feet.  “This way, she won’t be able to get near my tooshy.”

But when she sat down, she accidentally made a bigger mess in her diaper for him to clean up.

“Okay, on second though…” she said, feeling the moosh on her toosh.  “Maybe I ought to do this before I get a visit from that pesky poop fairy.”

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25 “Priceless Moments”

Too many choices often frustrated the little girl.  While she loved having many options to choose from, she could never make up her mind.

Kneeling on the bed with a small assortment of diapers in front of her, she shrugged her shoulders at which one to pick.  She felt them for thickness, for fluffiness and for match with the little white dress her Daddy had put her in for their night out-n-about.

“Which one should I pick, Daddy?” she asked him with a little voice.  “I have all these diapers and only one little bottom.”

“Princess,” her Daddy replied.  “Bring them all.  We’ll go through them one at a time.  You only have one little bottom, but it’s one little bottom that will need changed.”

The little girl smiled and scooped up all the diapers, putting them into her diaper bag – save for one in her hand which she handed to him.  She lied down on the bed and smiled up at her Daddy as he unfolded the diaper and slid it beneath her.  Parting her legs, she smiled again, realizing that the problem wasn’t with how many diapers she had but with the fact that she could only wear one of them at a time.

She decided, right then and there, that she would make certain to use all of the diapers that night.  It seemed like the only way to be fair.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

Her Daddy wore his heart on his sleeve.  And he couldn’t have been happier to do the laundry.

Her Daddy often told her how much he loved the many ways she wore her hair, each dependent on how she felt that day.  He told her how being her Daddy wasn’t just a responsibility, but was also his greatest passion – one that would never wear thin.

She wore many things, from little black dresses to skirts and heels to nothing but her diaper and so much more.  Some things she wore for him.  Other things she wore for herself.  Still other things she wore for both of them.

But of all the things she wore, the one that her Daddy said was the most beautiful was her smile.  And she had a habit of wearing it well.

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25 “Priceless Moments”

There are many things that set a Daddy apart from other guys.  And there are many things that set a BabyGirl apart from other girls.  But on both accounts, the single most important thing that a Daddy and a BabyGirl need to have in common is a sense of touch which defines their dynamic and bonds them together.

The Daddy Touch is one that affects a BabyGirl in several ways.  There is a connection within the physical.  And feeling her Daddy’s hands on her body will make a BabyGirl submit.  But the reason for submitting is so much more than just a skin-deep touch. 

The Daddy Touch differs from all other physical touches.  He is gentle by nature, not only using gentleness of her because she is female, but his intentions can be felt within his pulse and within the strength his hands possess.  She can feel the power he holds and she knows him better than anyone in this world.  Because of her, he keeps gentleness in his actions as opposed to wielding power.

Oh, there are definitely times when he uses the strength within his Daddy Touch.  And through her corrections, he touches her mind.  There are other times when he uses a slow burn to melt her senses.  And through her obedience, he touches her heart.

But she always knows how to feel and what to do when she feels his hands on her body.  Whether it is a touch that brings her pain or one that brings her pleasure.  She craves the lesson his fingertips provide as much as she craves the urges of being “kept” by him.

She will always be his BabyGirl and she will always need The Daddy Touch.

The Daddy Shirt
The Daddy – BabyGirl Dynamic
The Daddy Voice
The “Daddy”-tude
The Daddy Rock
The Daddy Hands

“Princess, before you take your nap, Daddy wants you to know that he loves you,”  her Daddy said sweetly as she leaned on the side railing of her crib.

A little tummy trouble had led to a messy day for her so far.  But after her Daddy fixed her a simpler lunch of toast, apple sauce and banana pudding, her tummy settled a bit, enough for her to sit up straight without pain but not enough for her Daddy to put her back in her thinner, daytime diapers.

“I’m glad to see that you’re feeling  better because Daddy doesn’t like it when you get sick.  And I know that you don’t want to take a nap right now, but you need to,”  her Daddy gently explained.  “Also, Daddy needs to go take care of something – which is what I want to tell you about before you go to sleep.”

The BabyGirl tilted her head to the side, intrigued by what her Daddy wanted to make certain to tell her before nap time.

“Princess, Daddy is so appreciative of you having done the laundry today.  And Daddy is so happy that you like your new cloth diapers.  You look adorable in them,”  her Daddy said with a warm smile.  “But cloth diapers have to be washed.  And from now on, maybe we should always wash your cloth diapers separate from all the other laundry, okay?  Especially on days when you have poopie troubles.”

The BabyGirl’s eyes grew wide and she nursed on her pacifier with a look on her face that said:  “I didn’t know that, Daddy.  But thank you for telling me.  And I will definitely remember it in the future.”

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25 “Precious Pacifiers”

“Daddy?”  the BabyGirl asked, her voice seeming cheerful, even over the crackling reception of their phone call.

“Yes, Princess?”  her Daddy asked back.

“I want you to know that I did some thinking about what you said to me last night before my good night speech,”  the BabyGirl said with a growing confidence to her words.  “And I am happy to report that I think I learned how to handle the long distance.”

“You did?” her Daddy asked with surprise, happy to know that the 3 hours between them wouldn’t get in the way of a future together.

“Yeah, I even tried it out,” the BabyGirl replied.

“Huh?” her Daddy asked with confusion.

“I yanked my diaper down to my ankles and discovered that the best way to handle long distance is to not wiggle, to concentrate and to aim,”  the BabyGirl said with further confidence.

Her Daddy had no response as he had no idea what she was talking about.  But not being able to hold it in any longer, the BabyGirl burst out into laughter after a few seconds.  The picture she texted him explained the joke.

But how do you handle long distance when all you can do is sit and wait for the next time Daddy comes to visit?  A bit of the answer may lie in learning to enjoy where the moment has led you while you think about what the future could hold.

Today and every day after it will be the first day of the rest of your life.  And what your future holds will be built from a lot of lessons past, like how you learned to handle the long distance that you’ll one day laugh about … together.

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25 “Precious Pacifiers”

“Daddy, I know this sounds crazy, but lemme explain,” the BabyGirl said, hiding her hands behind her and leaning back against the kitchen sink.  “a’member when the bunny rabbit stole my pants and when that cat chased the bird around the bathroom and my diaper fell off and when that monster crawled under my bed?”

Her bubble baths were Heavenly experiences and she looked forward to them every night.

Having her hair brushed out by her Daddy, so gently her scalp felt a bit of a massage was a wonderful sensation and she looked to forward to it before bed.

Time in her Daddy’s arms and gazing up innocently into his eyes filled her heart was so much love she was always bursting at the seams with it.  She looked forward to that time in his cradle several times a day.

Being gently brought to an arousal that took her head out of littleness and guided it right back in was a spine-tingling journey, both mentally and physically.  She looked forward to it whenever her Daddy wanted it.

Hearing him say “I love you, BabyGirl” was the sort of soul-melting statements he planted in her with each steadied breath.  She looked forward to hearing them all the time.

She felt many things each day, went through many emotions and followed her Daddy where he led her.  And being his BabyGirl felt wonderful.  But nothing felt as good as making her Daddy proud.

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25 “Precious Pacifiers”

She was The Princess of Impulse and he was The Prince of Patience.  They were, in many ways, a matched-fit for one another.  But the greatest discoveries they made about their relationship and about their lives weren’t so much about what they had in common or about how they were nearly-perfect opposites in all the right ways.

What they learned that meant more to them than anything else was that when you make a mistake, you don’t beat yourself up about it and you don’t make unrealistic vows to never do it again.  You simply accept that your flaws are just as important as your qualities.  And you need to fall in love with someone’s mistakes as much as you do their triumphs.

After having maxed out five of his credit cards in one single shopping trip, The Princess of Impulse accepted that she wouldn’t have access to any of them any time soon.  Nor would she be wearing anything but her diaper.  It wasn’t so much punishment as it was the way he communicated with her when words would only get in the way.  

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25 “Priceless Moments”