The Daddy at the End of Her Rainbow
Avery was done with this day. Enough all ready with the crazy work thing! It was time for a simple, relaxing evening at home. Being home felt good. It felt right. There was always a love and happiness to the air that spoke volumes of the safety and nurturing her little soul craved more than most anything else in her life.
But perhaps the one thing she craved more than littleness was her Daddy, Gussy, who had built a world for her where she could bare her heart and allow the little girl inside her to run free. All her life she had harbored and protected that little girl and now she had found the Daddy who would touch her more deeply than anyone ever had. It was because of this that Avery could finally be who she always wanted to be.
And it was the littleness in her soul, starting at the core of her being, which not only made her the apple she was in her Daddy’s eye, but the BabyGirl she was in his life.
She lied on her bed, nursing on her pacifier and partially dressed in her footie pajamas, awaiting one more bit of attire.
“What do you think you’re doin’?” her Daddy said in a playful tone as he entered her bedroom.
Oh, his voice. His Daddy-voice made her tummy flutter with those butterflies which only a BabyGirl could feel. And in a world where she was made to feel as little and as loved as a baby, she was never more contented to accept the truth that little heart’s such as hers would always be affected by the little things in life often overlooked by others … like little butterflies that danced a waltz inside her and made her feel wonderful.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled while nursing on her pacifier.
“What do you think you’re doin’?” her Daddy said again in a playful tone.
“Playin’,” she mumbled innocently, wiggling her pink teddy stuffie.
“You’re silly,” he said. “You ready for your diaper?”
“Mm-hmm,” she replied, trying to distract herself for how little she felt.
It wasn’t a hard admission to make, but one that always made her feel like a baby, a feeling quite overwhelming at points. She kept waving her teddy bear in the air, presenting him to her Daddy as he walked to the foot of the bed.
“Aww, you like your bear, dontcha?” he said in that syrupy tone which he knew would melt her heart.
He was always playful and it felt natural to call him Daddy and see him as none one other than the Big to her little. He took the bear and made it kiss her on the face. Avery tossed her head back and forth.
“He’s gonna get you. He’s gonna get you,” he said, making the bear’s nose kiss her cheeks.
She wiggled and eventually curled her legs up, a response which came directly from the little girl inside her soul.
And as he positioned her body for her diaper, she instinctively parted her legs. Being naked in front of the man she loved was a passion for how she could freely share everything about her with him. Being naked in front of her Daddy allowed her to open her soul even more freely.
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Treasure Bound – Part One of Four: A New Pacifier
Disclaimer: This is Adult, Baby!
That’s the best way I know how to describe “Treasure Bound”. And while ABDL isn’t exclusively sexual, it is still an Adult Fetish and therefore can include sexuality. And that’s only natural between two people who love each other, whether they are Husband and Wife, Boyfriend and Girlfriend, Daddy and BabyGirl … or all of those combinations, yet still so much more.
“Treasure Bound” is an exploration of the sexuality within the dynamic connection between a Daddy and a BabyGirl.
Believe me when I tell you … This is Adult, Baby!
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Part One: A New “Pacifier”
Whether Big or Little, Avery knew she would always be his BabyGirl. And it was knowing that her Daddy would always take care of her that made it possible for her to reveal every little bit of who she was. It took someone who was very special to her to make her feel comfortable enough to let down her guard and be a tease to him. Within her actions, she could remain little while delighting in the new things that came into her life. New things, like activities her little heart longed for and even the introduction of a new pacifier.
Avery sat on the bed, kneeling between his legs and nursing her pacifier. She was rambunctious, as usual, but at this moment, she was feeling the Big Girl urges and wanted to play with her Daddy in a much different manner.
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Treasure Bound – Part Two of Four: A New Game
Part Two: A New Game
Part of being a BabyGirl is rediscovering how the world treats you, how you see the world and how you relate to the people around you. There’s an attention a BabyGirl receives which transcends actions as much as reactions. What this means is: What you do for a BabyGirl is just as important as what you say.
This is important for her little side as well as for her Big side, because both sides make up who she is…..
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Treasure Bound – Part Three of Four: “Hands Back”
Part Three: Hands Back
Quite a spoiling weekend was underway as Avery had received so many wonderful gifts from her Daddy: 4 Bracelets, a Fifth Piece of Jewelry, a New Pacifier (which she calls “Toy”), a New Game, and now, a lesson in “not taking things for granted” … like her new pacifier or her hands.
In this, the third segment of “Treasure Bound”, Avery gets back what she has earned and continues to pursue how to say thank you to such a giving Daddy. Along the way, she finds a little pleasure of her own in how enjoyable it is to be a good girl.
Being a naughty girl can have its time and its place too, but when her Daddy makes it clear exactly what it’s time for now, she couldn’t agree with him more. It’s not only words that he takes out of her mouth, but the sentiments of her heart as well.
Nursing on the tip of her new toy, Avery took a moment to reflect on the accomplishments she had achieved and how much she enjoyed her new pacifier, her new toy – not just for how much fun it was to play with it, but also because of what it meant to her. It was her prize for making her Daddy proud of her. He gave her the toy and then took it away, making her earn it back.
And she had.
“Do you think you’d play with your prize better if you had your arms back?”
Her excited giggles at his question spoke the yes her mouth wasn’t free to say at the moment.
“Do you want your arms back?” her Daddy asked, while detaching her wrist bracelets from that fifth piece of jewelry.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled, waiting for her freedom.
“Since you did so well at the game …” he began, while detaching her right wrist.
Her excited giggles created vibrations as she nursed.
“Since you got your prize so fast…” he continued, detaching her left wrist. “I’ll give you those back.”
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Treasure Bound – Part Four of Four: “The Hand Jive”
Part Four: The Hand Jive
Indemnity is a funny sounding word which means protection, but it can also mean insurance. Kind of like the idea of being there for someone when they need you the most and knowing that if you can give someone what they need, then they will not only grow with you, but because of you.
Avery lived a life where she not only found herself treasure bound, but found herself to be her Daddy’s greatest treasure as well. So, when it came time to be there for him, she was.
She was excited by her new toy, hoping to never be without it again. And she gripped it with her right hand, stroking it and adding a little spittle for enjoyment. She was so proud of herself. She knew he was getting close to the destination and she knew he would make certain she was there to receive the treasure.
Knowing this gave her little mind the focus it needed to stay on the task at hand, or in this case, the task in her hand.
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Daddy Means What He Says – (Part One of Two): Learning to “Stay Down”
Part One: Learning to “Stay Down”
Feeling little can be an overwhelming thing which takes you to a place of thought where you want nothing but more little feelings. For a little girl, this desire to find those little feelings can distract her from doing what Daddy has told her to do. What it comes off as is disobedience. That isn’t always the case and the little girl didn’t mean to ignore what her Daddy told her to do, but it’s at moments like when a Daddy must make clear to her that he means what he says.
For Avery, this distraction would cause her to get in trouble with her Daddy at points in time when she was to be doing something else, like picking up the crayons she had colored with that morning off the living room rug, putting all her toys back in the toy box when she was done playing with them, or going to bed and going to sleep when her Daddy said to.
Even if she had played with her stuffed animals in total silence, it was only a matter of time before her Daddy would check on her and find out that she had disobeyed him. And as he entered, she knew she was in trouble.
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Daddy Means What He Says – (Part Two of Two): Avery’s New Friends and the 10 “Thank You, Daddies”
Part Two: Avery’s New Friends and the 10 “Thank You, Daddies”
“It’s not fair,” Avery sulked as her Daddy picked up something from the nightstand.
“Mm-hmm. Not fair. Not fair. You say that now,” he said with disgust.
He wasn’t playing around anymore. She simply wouldn’t listen and while the times weren’t quite desperate yet, the measures were about to get a lot more directed.
“What are you doing? What are you doing?” he said, bending her back over the edge of the bed as she tried to stand up. “Did I tell you to get up?”
“No,” she said with a small voice.
“Let me introduce you to my friend,” he said, tapping her bottom with the implement.
“No!” she said, feeling the tap and realizing the sting it was going to cause.
“He’s pretty fun,” her Daddy said, sliding the implement across her pinkening cheeks. “You … are going to get to know him, pretty well.”
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Yes, Mommy” – Part One: What’s Gonna Happen From Now On …
Sometimes when we get complacent, we forget the important things that others have made possible for us. And the hardest thing in the world to do is to say you’re sorry.………
But an apology is two things:
- Recognition that you’ve done or said something you shouldn’t have.
- A Declaration that you won’t make that mistake again.
For some, it actually is easy to apologize without meaning it. And those are the ones who need learn not just the true meaning of “I’m Sorry”, but also the lesson which comes along with “Yes, Mommy.”
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story. And it’s Adult, Baby!
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Part One – What’s Gonna Happen From Now On …
Gus walked into the house the same as he had every other day after spending some time with friends. Bouncing a tennis ball, he looked around his Mother and Father. Things had gotten easy for him and he was beginning to think he could get away with anything he wanted to. Little did he realize how very wrong he was about that.
“Were you just bouncing a ball in the house?” his mother asked, entering the room with a tone and look of disbelief that he would do such a thing.
He knew the rules and he knew them well. And this infraction with the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“Yes, Mommy” – Part Two: Go Get The Strap …
Being scolded for his lethargic attention to the rules of the house didn’t move him.
Being put over his Mommy’s knee and spanked with some rather swift, hard swats from her hand softened his indifference.
But by then his Mommy was furious and this nonchalant little boy was about to feel the sting which buzzes from leather.
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story. And it’s Adult, Baby!
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Part Two – Go Get the Strap …
“Stand up,” she said with a tone which made clear her anger with him. “Let’s see that bottom.”
He stood up and she yanked his jeans down. Then, she draped him right back down over her knee again, yanking his underwear down as well. Apparently, words didn’t really sink into him and the protection of clothing prevented his bottom from delivering the message to his mind that she felt he needed. At this point, she had tried everything else. The time to talk was over and she hoped her frustration might reach him through his skin.
“You know this is for your own good, right?” she asked him.
“Yes, Mommy,” he said, still not knowing what was fully to come yet.
The bare bottom spanking began as she listed his infractions and made the declaration for him that he would start doing as he was told from now on. As she listed each infraction she delivered a stinging slap which echoed in the room. He kept repeating “Yes Mommy” as much as he could while bearing down on the pain.
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If You’re Gonna Act Like A Baby” (Part One of Four): Where Do You Think You’re Going?
Denial is that attempt we make to save face when avoidance fails us. The fantasy of being able to get away with something might be what drives certain people to keep wearing that facade that they can actually do it.
For a BabyGirl, the fantasy is that she’s able to fool anyone she wants. In reality, her Daddy isn’t fooled so easily. And denial will eventually lead to consequences.
On this day, Avery learns that the things which are best for her aren’t always the things she wants. And sometimes, denial doesn’t have to be a river in Egypt to flow.
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Part One – “Where Do You Think You’re Going?”
Avery tip-toed into the house as quietly as possible. Her Daddy sat on the couch, rubbing his forehead as if trying to contemplate how to deal with what had happened and what he needed to do about it now.
Whatever was on his mind at this point, Avery wanted to avoid all together. She knew all too well, but made as if she didn’t while quickly trying to pass through the room.
“Hi, Daddy. Bye, Daddy,” she said while breaking her tip-toed slink and shuffling into her bedroom in an attempt to hide the obvious.
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“If You’re Gonna Act Like A Baby” (Part Two of Four): You Set Yourself Up For This
When Denial not only becomes her mode of operations but her mode of survival, Avery’s Daddy makes her undergo a little humiliation to drive home the point certain things are acceptable and certain things are not, but either way there will always be consequences for her actions.A few restraints to her carefree approach ought to do the trick.
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Part Two: “You Set Yourself Up For This”
Avery stood there, doing her best to cover the naked lower half of her body with her sweatshirt.
Where did Daddy go? What’s gonna happen now?
The questions filled her mind as much as the reminder of her Daddy’s smacks filled her thoughts as well, made more so by the sting still coursing across her pinkened bottom.
Little did she know, she would lose that pinkish hue before long, giving it way to a redder replacement.
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“If You’re Gonna Act Like A Baby” (Part Three of Four): The Next Piece of the Puzzle
Sometimes we just don’t agree with each other and perhaps what makes us individuals is that there are no two people alike. Often agreeing to disagree is the only way to keep the pieces of the puzzle together.But when rules have been broken and the lines of our roles have been crossed, a common understanding needs to be found with whatever means necessary.
For Avery, the only thing that seemed would get through to her was to “switch” her punishment to a higher level and now, mere fussing would make it worse.
She was going to learn, no matter what her Daddy had to do.
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Part Three: “The Next Piece of the Puzzle”
She may have only knelt there for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity as she heard her Daddy milling about behind her, rummaging for … something. And it was what that something might be which controlled her thoughts of the moment.
Regardless of what he came up with, she now held her hands flat over her bottom for its protection of what he may come back with. Seeing this, her Daddy deduced that she still didn’t get the point of the restraints.
As a matter of fact, she didn’t understand much of anything as to why she was in trouble. And that’s what made the next piece of the puzzle so important to raising the level of her punishment high enough so that she finally got it.
He saved it until now in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to use it, but she was showing she needed it.
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“If You’re Gonna Act Like A Baby” (Part Four of Four): You’re Just Like a Baby
The eventual route you have to go down to make a point is perhaps the most difficult thing to do when you just can get through to someone.
And sometimes the only way to reason with someone is to treat them exactly how they are acting.
For Avery, her punishment came to an end with a rather humiliating conclusion.
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Part Four: “You’re Just Like a Baby”
“This is uncomfortable,” she pouted in a fussy tone.
“Yeah?” her Daddy asked with a sudden softer tone. “Yeah? Is it uncomfortable?”
Softening his tone and persona was necessary. He recognized the effect of the ten switches she just received. Yes, there was physical pain, but at the moment, the emotional pain she felt was paramount. And until she became settled with how he made her feel, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the reason why she was punished.
And her Daddy knew how to nurture her through the process of emotions. It would’ve been cruel to not allow Avery the time to register what the consequences meant.
It would’ve been even crueler to let her get away with the same behavior once again.
“Turn around,” he said after unfastening her wrist restraints.
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I Cannot Go To School Today!!!” (Part One of Two): Taking the Temperature of a Fever Pitch
Much like the girl in the Shel Silverstein poem, Avery didn’t want to go to school. And this seemed to her like a reasonable way to feel.Some days, little girls just don’t wanna go to school. There’s nothing wrong with them. They just don’t feel like going. And sometimes the biggest mistake a little girl can make is telling her Daddy that she isn’t feeling well.
Avery plays the “I’m sick, Daddy” card and her Daddy calls her bluff. Whining and fussiness doesn’t necessarily mean illness. The real temperature of the situation is about to be taken. And if Avery isn’t careful, a spanking may accompany her “fevered” pitch as her Daddy’s temperament is tested, en route to a boiling point.
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Part One: Taking the Temperature of a Fever Pitch
The lights flicked on above Avery’s head, but she didn’t budge an inch. She had no intentions of getting up on this morning. She just simply didn’t want to go to school.
Knowing her Daddy wouldn’t accept “I don’t wanna go” as an excuse, she began conjuring up the reason she would use as she covered her head with her blanket, shielding her eyes from the overhead light.
Are you ready for school yet?” Avery’s Daddy asked gently as he patted her leg through the blanket. “You’ve all ready missed the bus. Now I gotta take you to school.”
He was being kind with his tone, knowing that people oversleep sometimes. He also knew that, like most people, Avery didn’t respond well to loud noises right away after waking up.
“I don’t feel good,” she mumbled with a groggy voice.
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I Can Not Go To School Today…” (Part Two of Two): Lies Catch Up With You … In the Enema
Sometimes the only way out of a lie is to not get out of it at all. And though, we may be strongly against the treatment we receive, the fact remains: There are consequences for our actions and our words.But perhaps the greatest danger is beginning to believe the lies we tell as being the truth.
For Avery, this was not going to be the case … not if her Daddy had anything to say about. And as this fibbing little BabyGirl would soon find out, Lies Catch Up With You … In the Enema.
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Despite the baby treatment, Avery had gotten her wish. She was fast asleep well into the morning, didn’t have to go to school and she thought she had outsmarted her Daddy.
The diaper wasn’t so horrible to be wearing. It actually kept her bottom warm. But what she didn’t know what that when he called her “Baby”, he truly meant to treat her as such…
The overhead light flicked on and her Daddy walked in, but she didn’t budge an inch out of slumber. Not until he began taking the covers off of her.
“Nap time is over. Did you have a good nap? Hmm?,” her Daddy asked, peeling the covers off her legs and patting her diapered bottom. “Did you wet your diaper?”
“What?” she asked, perplexed by his question as she turned over onto her back and looked up at him.”
“Looks like you’re still dry,” he said.
“You actually want me to use them?” she asked in disbelief.
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“Yes, Daddy” Stolen Credit Card
The root of so many problems in a relationship can be based around money. – Making it, Saving it, and also … How it’s spent.
When credit cards begin to reach bills of 4 digits, tempers can flare easily. But the only thing that can make it worse is when an indifference to the problem is discovered.
When Avery’s Daddy showed her the 2400 dollar credit card bill she created, he asked her: “What are you gonna do next time you wanna spend 2400 dollars at the mall?”, she responded with: “Ask you for it?”
She definitely should’ve thought a little more before she answered.
But the bottom line was decided for her now. And the chips would now fall where they may. And as Avery was soon about to find out, the bottom “line” would actually be an “outline” on her bottom, put there by his hand.
Poor Avery … or perhaps more appropriately, Avery’s poor bottom.
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The beginning of the month. More often than not, this was a time of renewal, of looking ahead to the new experiences of the next few weeks – from changing seasons to changing weather to time spent with the ones you love.
But the beginning of this month started on a sour note … a rather expensive sour note …
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A Mommy’s Pride and Joy: The Result of “Yes, Mommy”
It seemed the strap had worked on the little boy. He had gone from indifferent to compliant. There was a bit of satisfaction his Mommy had derived from having corrected him when she felt she needed to. But it wasn’t vindictive satisfaction. Rather, it was a maternal pride and joy that filled her.He had become quite polite and in the process, regressed back a lot further than his troublesome teen years. The treatment of “Yes, Mommy” had done the trick … for now. She knew he would test the waters in the future and she’d cross that bridge with him when they got there.
On this day, she had gotten her babyboy back and he needed some special “attention”.
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story. And it’s Graphic!
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He laid on a blanket on the middle of the living room rug, fast asleep in a pair of drop seat footed pajamas. The lullaby chimes kept him in a dream world.
His Mommy and knelt beside him, kissing the top of his head and eventually following her maternal instincts, checking to see that the scent in the air was there for the reason she expected it to be.
He gently awoke and turned over onto his back as his Mommy welcomed him back from sleep with some sweet words, helping him to wake up before she tried to change him.
She was overjoyed to have him back. He had become such a defiant boy, mouthing off to her, neglecting his chores, being indifferent at how upset she was with him.
But all that defiance was gone and her little boy had become a good little boy once again. She began unfastening his footed pajamas and removing them from his frame.
When she told him that she felt she had done something wrong in raising him and that she needed to start over with him again, he had no idea how literally she meant “starting over”.
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Double Trouble: The Reality of “Yes Mommy”
One of the strongest bonds imaginable is that which exists between a mother and her son. It’s often been said to never get between the two of them, regardless of who you are or what you may have to lose if you don’t.A mother will do whatever is necessary to see that her son has all that she can provide for him, feels all the love she can give him and has all the pride in himself he can.
When Gus became complacent and defiant, his Mommy feared she would lose him to the effects of some outside influence which would ruin his life.
At first, she tried reasoning with him, then moved on to spanking him, then moved on to using a strap on his bottom.
To punctuate the point, she regressed back to an infantile state, diapered him and decided to start over. What she didn’t know was that he had always had a little piece of ‘littleness’ within him which went un-nurtured.
Shame took him over as he was forced to face the truth about this. At long last, she finally understood why he was being so defiant. He was trying to protect himself.
His Mommy could see the self-esteem leaving his eyes. And as her maternal instincts kicked in, she did the most important thing she could for her son … Help him to see that he was wonderful, just the way he was.
But how she chose to do this would probably be seen as quite unorthodox by those who didn’t understand the bond of love between a Mommy and her son.
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The pink blanket laid flat on the living room floor, loaded with crayons and toy trucks. He turned on the fire truck’s sound.
“That’s too loud,” his Mommy said as the toy fire truck wailed its sirens.
He was lost in the moment and in the littleness she was helping him to explore. His mind was hinged and he was fine, but having been stripped down to the raw truth, he was vulnerable. And being in an environment which invited his softer side was a wonderful relief from having to hide it.
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Mommy’s Point of View: The Maternal Instinct
Some things about ourselves are obvious to others, but not to us. And the reason why is because we’re not actually supposed to be able to understand it all. If we understood it all, then we wouldn’t need anyone.No one understands this more than a Mommy. For Avery, she knew exactly what her little guy needed. And all it took to get him to see it about himself was a Bambino Diaper, the right point of view and a little Maternal Instinct.
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She stood at the edge of his bed, looking down into the soul of the guy lying before her and seeing the little boy inside which desperately needed to be reassured he was loved.
Avery had the charm of Maternal Instinct in her, which perhaps could be the most powerful force in this world. And within a few caressing moments, it would be the only force that mattered in his world.
She glowingly gazed down at him, all ready seeing the little guy she was about to turn him into.
“Hi Mommy,” he said to her.
“Hello,” she said with a cheery tone and a smile driven with instinct. “What are you wearing?”
“Pants,” he said, honestly and innocently.
“Why are you wearing big boy clothes?” she asked with sweetness.”
“Cuz I am a big boy?” he asked back.
“You’re not a big boy,” she said with certainty to her voice, the first of many subtle suggestions he would absorb.
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“Diapered & Paddled”
In our lifetime we come across a lot of people who influence who we become. On occasion, we come across people who influence who we will not become. And on rarer occasions, we come across people who believe in us and love us so much that they will do whatever is necessary to keep us on the straight and narrow.
The latter was Gus’s experience, having a Mommy who would not accept the bad boy he had become. Bad in the sense of not listening to her. So his Mommy intended to teach him a lesson and make clear that she does not mess around when she means business!
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story.
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Gus sat on the leopard rug in the living room. He didn’t like the fact that his Mommy had put him in a diaper and this was making him cranky.
His Mommy came in and placed a blanket on the rug, telling him not to mess with his diaper. In a fit of fussiness, he yanked at the tapes at his hips, ripping the diaper off his waist, and tossing it across the room.
“What did you just do?” his Mommy asked with a sharp tone as she re-entered the room and saw the diaper he threw.
She had returned with a few toys for him, not expecting to see his tantrum.
“You don’t learn, do you?” she asked, obviously upset, as she picked up the wet diaper and threw it into the corner. “I can’t believe you.”
Setting the things she needed to change him on the blanket, she took his hand and raised him to his knees before smacking his bottom a few times.
“Bad, Bad, Bad,” she said, trying to control her frustration with him.
She was getting everything ready for what would’ve been a diaper change had he not all ready pulled his wet diaper off. His impatience and crankiness was sometimes too much to handle.
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A Friendly Spanking
The evidence of his spanking had begun to pinken his backside, moving ever-steadily to a redder hue for conclusion.Avery took to a rapid fire hand-strike on both of his cheeks. She laughed, somewhat evilly, at his grimaces, grunts and twitches.
“All right, I’ve had enough,” she said, but not before she corrected the matter that he hadn’t had enough yet.
She took her hand to his reddened flesh as he yanked at the tape to break free. He could hardly stay still for the striking blows which kept landing.
And the Memories of what he had been through became fresh again, in his mind:
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Gus entered the room and following Avery’s instructions, laid down on his stomach on the blanket-covered rug in front of the sofa.
As she took his t-shirt off, Avery smacked his diapered bottom, a small taste of what was to come.
“Excited?” she asked rhetorically, for at this point, his spanking would be friendly.
She smacked the black paddle on his diapered butt and rubbed it around, taunting his senses to quiver.
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A Lesson Behind the Homework
The word “Rehearse” contains the word “Re-hear” which means to hear something again. The idea of homework is to reinforce what you learned in school that day. This is done to help you commit to memory what you have been taught.Gus really didn’t want to admit to his Mommy that his diaper was wet. And as he sat on the couch, doing his homework for school, he totally forgot that he was to always tell his Mommy the truth.
A Mommy has instinct and maybe someday he would learn to accept that her instincts saw through everything.
When he didn’t tell her he needed changed, she viewed it as him lying to her.
His homework in life was to be a good boy, but when he lied, his Mommy decided there was a lesson behind that homework he needed to learn and it was one which couldn’t be taught in a classroom.
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Gus sat on the couch, working on his homework. There was no time left to put it off anymore.
“What are you doing,?” his Momy asked, entering the room with clicking heels.
“Homework,” he answered grimly, inundated by the task at this point.
“You got a lot to do?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Did you just start doing your homework?” she asked as he nodded. “But you’ve been home for a while.”
It should’ve been done by now and his Mommy’s message to him was clear: He needed to do his homework and then get to bed.
He fussed about it for a moment.
“Don’t question,” she said, sharply but lovingly. “Are you wearing your diaper?”
“Yes, Mommy,” he replied.
“Is it dry or is it wet?” she asked rhetorically, knowing the answer all ready, but testing his honesty.
“Dry, Mommy,” he answered quietly.
“Okay,” she stated contentedly as she left the room.
Gus went back to his homework, carelessly flipping through the pages as he began to squirm in his seat. The honest truth was that he was drenched at that point.
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In Trouble Again
Losing one’s rights to independence is never a pleasant experience or fun memory to reflect on, particularly when you feel threatened that others may find out how much you are under someone’s control.But what comes from such an experience is a clarity of self and more over, a clear line between what you want and what you need, persistence and stubbornness, acceptance and denial, underwear and a diaper.
And as Gus was about to find out: the spanking of a lifetime or the embarrassment of being diapered in front of his friends. If he isn’t careful and doesn’t start listening to his Mommy, he just might get both.
Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story. ABGussy.com
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“See ya, later. I’m going to the mall?” Gus said, heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” his Mommy asked, calling to him.
“I just told you. The mall,” he replied, turning to her as she walked up to him. “What?”
“Well, I’m just making sure,” she said eyeing him up. “Are you diapered up?”
His Mommy was serious when she informed him that he would be in a diaper at all times, from now on.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he said, quickly – a bit too quickly for her truth radar to register.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?” she asked, calmly, but with a certainty to her tone that the truth might not be what he was feeding her.
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More To Come …
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