Just wanna be babied right now. I wanna be on Daddy’s lap, holding my stuffies close while he strokes my hair and we watch Disney movies. I wanna feel little and special and safe.
Instinctively pulling me down to sit on your lap no matter who we're with or where we are..is an underrated form of non sexual dominance 🥺
While we’re in the store I need you to hold my hand, okay? I don’t want you to get lost and it’s a big store. I would be very sad if you weren’t holding my hand. I love holding your hand! Yes, sweetie. You may get a new sippy while we’re here. I see you eyeing the toy department, little one. Oh, you weren’t eyeing it? Oh well, I guess that means my little baby doesn’t want a new toy. Yes, baby. You may get one new toy. But just one, okay? You have been so good lately I think you deserve a new toy. Thank you for holding my hand the entire time. I’m so proud of you, little one!
Does your brain go dead when I call you “good girl”?
my four moods: princess, brat, slut, angel
“call me ‘baby’ when you’re taking care of me, and ‘little girl’ when you’re scolding me.”
“do you need to go potty, baby?”
“do I need to check your diaper, baby?”
“did you have an accident, baby?”
“do you need your diaper changed, baby?”
“is that all better, baby?”
“give Daddy a kiss, baby.”
“are you behaving, little girl?”
“watch your language, little girl.”
“are you trying to get yourself a spanking, little girl?”
“you’d better adjust that attitude, little girl.”
“you’re going to regret that, little girl.”
“show Daddy how sorry you are, little girl.”
Holly plopped onto the seat with a pout on her face and her feet curled nervously inward. There was only a half hour left before bedtime, and it was the first trip she had made to the potty all day.
The girl rested her head on her hand and looked down at her ankles. The cuffs they wore - her “training wheels,” as Daddy called them - had been on for hours, and they were beginning to gather sweat. Daddy had promised that he would take them off permanently once her training was complete, but her recent potty progress was anything but.
“It’s so hard!” she would argue, trying to make it on time with those things on. But instead of putting in the effort to go earlier so that she could shuffle over to the toilet before she had another accident, the girl simply stopped trying altogether. She found herself dribbling into her trainers as soon as she felt the urge come, thinking of it less and less each time. And as she looked down at the damp pullups she was wearing now, wondering when it was they had gotten that way, she began to worry just how far she had let herself go.
Minutes passed, and finally Holly stood from the seat, pulled up her trainers, and peered into the bowl.
Nothing. Holly had gone the entire day without making a successful trip to the potty. And as she heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching, she instinctively crossed her legs and held her hands together, nervously imagining what the consequences would be.
Daddy walked in the bathroom calmly, stopping immediately in front of the girl. He stood more than a head taller than she did, so he needed only to lift on his tiptoes and glance over her to see what she had.
“Hmmmm…” he began, as Holly’s face turned a bright red, “do you know what this means, princess?”
The girl shook her head and gulped, holding her lips closed tightly.
“Well,” Daddy continued, planting his knee on the tile in front of her, “I think this means… you’ve passed.”
“I… huh?” Holly stammered, looking down in disbelief.
“That’s right,” he said, taking the key out of his pocket to unlock the cuffs, “and with flying colors, I might add!”
“B-b-but… but I…”
“But what, sillybutt? Your training wheels were there to encourage you not to use the potty, but it’s clear you don’t need any help with that anymore. I bet you didn’t even notice when you wet those pullups, did you?”
“Nope!” Holly declared, shaking her head with a sudden smile on her face.
“That’s what I thought,” Daddy chuckled, as he put the cuffs in his back pocket and lifted the girl onto his arms, “now come on. Let’s get you changed.”
From her new height, Holly looked down once again into the empty toilet bowl. She never would have expected to feel pride, knowing that it meant that she was about to be changed into something much thicker and crinklier than the pullups she had on. But she was beaming with it now.
She was Daddy’s perfect little diaper girl. And she didn’t need her training wheels anymore.
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Super duper oldie.. pretty sure I don't have these pjs, bows, or paci anymore 💔
Daddy pro tip #3
Ways to make your little feel little in public without embarrassing her /him.
1. Tie up her shoelaces for her, zip her coat.
2. Ask her to hold your hand when crossing the street.
3. She can hold one or two fingers, it makes her hand feel smaller.
4. Order her food for her at the restaurant.
5. Ask the waiter for crayons. She might be shy, but she’d love to draw a picture for you.
6. Push her on a swing at the park.
7. Buy nuts or fruits and let her feed the squirrels (non-citrus and unsalted, read about what you can feed them first!)
8. Take her to see a kids movie at the theatre.
9. Ask strangers walking their dogs if she can pet them. Most people say yes.
10. Let her sit on your lap when hanging out with friends.
What do you do to make your little feel little?
I love it when I find an outfit that makes me feel really cute. What’s your favorite little outfit? 💕
There’s nothing like embarrassing little ones 😈
diaper + orgasm = best way to start off a Saturday morning 🤤☁️💦