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This Sunday, June 23, @ 1pm PST/4pm EST!

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I wasn’t even wet. He spread lube over my cunt and began working a clear fist-shaped toy inside me.

There was no warm up. He told me he didn’t need to start small anymore because I’m getting so ruined.

He pushed it in further and further. It hurt but he paid no attention. He pinched my nipples and slapped my clit occasionally, just for his own fun.

Once it was all the way in, he started working it in and out, making sure he really stretched my hole as much as possible.

He took video and pictures. He made me look at my own cunt being broken while he continued to break it.

When he was done he laughed at my ‘massive gape’ and went to get the fleshlight sleeve so he could have a nice tight pussy to fuck.

He told me to hold it inside myself while he pounded the plastic pussy and came hard inside it, inside me.

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He took me by the hand, leading me up the staircase to our bedroom. His bedroom now. As he slowly removed his belt, uninvited fear showed up to keep my shame and humiliation company. I knew what came next.. I'd been explicitly told that if I had one more accident in my big girl panties that there would be consequences. Pull-ups and a spanking were inevitable at this point.

Whyyyy did I let myself get distracted?? He'd say it's because I'm "just a little girl" but it's not my fault the cartoons he made me watch were so engaging. We reached the bedroom; The place we used to have adult fun time for hours and hours, but those days seemed like they were long gone now. I can't even remember the last time we-

My train of thought was interrupted as he took off my shirt without warning, revealing my pretty white lace bralette. He shook his head almost imperceptibly as he took that off as well, throwing the garment aside. He'd previously expressed that I couldn't fill out a bra properly and that it was pointless for me to wear one. I just wanted to feel sexy and mature like any other 23 year old. Clearly he didn't think that was in the cards for me.

He continued undressing me until I was wearing nothing but my soaked panties. He stood there for a minute observing me standing still in fright, as if to let me really bask in how humiliating this situation was. Unbeknownst to me, fresh warmth began to trickle into my panties once more. He didn't react, and I didn't notice, too consumed by the fear of being spanked and demoted to pull-ups.

He laid a plastic mat on the bed, and then laid me onto it tummy down so I was in the spanking position. My small but tender chest was cold against the crinkly plastic giving me goosebumps. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact, but after a few minutes with no spanking I got confused. I slightly opened my eyes and looked to the side. I saw daddy kneeling next to the bed. Just as I started to wonder what he was doing, he began to stand up. I quickly shut my eyes once more, preparing for the worst.

I felt two hands slide themselves between my midriff and the changing mat, and I was flipped over onto my back. He must have seen the confusion in my expression because he said "I was going to give you a spanking but I'm not sure that's appropriate for one as little as you". I was unsure why I was being let off the hook, but a sense of unease mixed with my relief at not being spanked. I must have still looked a bit puzzled because he chuckled, bemused.

"Did you really not notice sweetheart?". My heart sunk.

"um.. n-notice what daddy?"

He smiled wider, a look that made my heart sink even further. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a towel and stain remover on the ground. "Well sweetie.. I'm sorry to say, but you had another accident while I was getting you undressed".

Shocked, I reacted instinctually "B- bu.. wha..?? Nooo I didn't! I woulda felt it!!" Little did I know that my defensive denial only served to reinforce the decision he'd made; The decision that was about to be revealed to me.

"Awww" he cooed. "You actually believe that don't you? If you didn't have another accident then why is the carpet wet right here hmm?"

The truth hit me like a truck. His point was simple but irrefutable. I couldn't believe I'd actually wet myself without even noticing, but I had to try and salvage the situation. If I didn't, I'd probably have to wear pull-ups for at least a month.

"um.. maybe the um.. ceiling is leaky?" I suggested timidly

He glanced up at the bone dry ceiling "I don't know Lena.. the ceiling looks pretty dry to me. How about we lift you up there so you can feel if it's wet!" he said, as if entertaining a toddlers wild story. I blushed, feeling more and more like a silly little girl by the second. Why did I say that???

Without further warning I was lifted off the bed and sat on his shoulders. "Go ahead sweetheart, tell me if the ceiling is wet, feel it with your hands" he prompted. I gingerly reached out to feel the ceiling. "It's dry daddy.."

"Dry? That's weird because I feel something a bit wet on my neck. Can you try to see where that's coming from?"

My face was as red as a firetruck. "Um.. it's um.. it's..." he rubbed my leg encouragingly "go on sweetie, what is it?" In a very small voice, I answered "it's my p-panties daddy.. my panties are wet.."

I felt his strong arms lift me off of his shoulders, and a moment later found myself laid back down on the plastic mat. Before I could react, he slid my twice soaked panties down my legs, placing them on the edge of the plastic mat.

"Don't move pumpkin I'll be right back"

He left the room and almost immediately my mind started racing. Surely he'd gone to fetch the pull-ups. I couldn't believe this was happening. How did I let this happen? Why didn't I feel the second accident?? I can't let this happen, I've gotta-

My stream of thought was broken as Daddy re-entered the room with a bag that had an outline of a large squarish package.

"Daddy pleaseee.. please don't make me wear p-pull-ups.. I promise I'll make it to the potty from now on, I don't know what happened but it's not my fault! I jus-"

He smiled lovingly, sitting down on the bed beside me.

"I know it's not your fault sweetie, that's why I didn't want to spank you. You just couldn't help it, and that's totally ok, but we need to be more.. equipped to handle these situations ok?"

His voice was gentle, but I knew what this meant. There was no sugar coating it.

"Please Daddy.. please don't make me wear pull-ups..."

His gentle smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained composure.

"I'm sorry little one, you're not going to like this, but I don't think you're quite ready for pull-ups yet".

He pulled the package out of the bag, and I saw that it wasn't the pack of pull-ups I'd convinced myself it was, but a package of full on diapers, tapes and all.

Tearing up, I pleaded "Daddy p-please, I really-"

"Hush baby" he said, not unkindly, but with a tone that commanded obedience.

I fell silent but for the sniffles that followed my tears. I felt myself being wiped clean, the cloth cold against my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes tightly, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare, but the sensation I felt next was all too real.

My legs and bum were lifted slightly and when I was laid back down, it was on top of the soft padding of the diaper. My diaper...

He brought the sides together, taping it snugly in place.

The implications of my situation were now starting to catch up to my raw emotions. The diaper was thick between my legs, and crinkled audibly at the slightest movement. It was decorated with care bears and stars, and came up almost to my belly button.

At least with pull-ups they would have been reasonably discreet with the right precautions taken, but there was no hiding these things.

"All done sweetie pie" Daddy said with a bright smile. It was like he was talking to an actual 2 year old, and made my stomach squirm.

He stood me up and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I really did look just like any other 2 year old, albeit a bit bigger.

He helped me into my hello kitty pjs, sliding them up my legs and over my diaper. There was an obvious bulge, and you could just make out the designs on the diaper through the pjs.

"Look baby, your favourite jammies still fit over your new diapers!" he said, clearly trying to lift my spirits. I couldn't speak. This was too much, I felt more little than ever before, and in this moment something as complicated as coherent speech was beyond me. "I think someone's a bit sleepy" Daddy said, acknowledging my lack of a response.

He took my hand, and led me out of his bedroom, and into mine where I was tucked into bed wearing just my pj legs and diaper.

"Daddy.. how long do I hafta wear..."

"How long do you have to wear diapers?" he prompted, and I nodded my head. "We'll have to see sweetie, but it doesn't look like you're going to be ready for big girl panties any time soon. Maybe in a few months if you're having less accidents we can try pull-ups, but for the foreseeable future you'll be wearing diapers day and night.

I started to argue but he held a finger to my lips.

"There she is" He said quietly with a small chuckle to himself.

"You need to rest little one. I know this has been difficult for you, and after all that crying you must be exhausted. I need you to get some sleep so you'll be ready to meet your new babysitter tomorrow".

His finger could not contain my shock.

"A babysitter?!??"

Check out this awesome mouthsoaping custom we did while I was visiting Julie on her beautiful kitchen!! #Repost @julie_simone with @repostapp. ・・・ Mouthsoaping the Mouthsoaper Nikki Sebastian is mad that Julie Simone keeps mouthsoaping all these models without having taken a really good one Herself. Julie protests, but when Nikki threatens to never shoot with Her again unless She submits to a thorough mouthsoaping, Julie has no choice but to give in. Nikki orders Julie to stick out Her tongue and rubs the bar of soap on it. Next She uses Her soapy gloved hand, then a soapy dish sponge on a stick. Julie whimpers, pleads, and begs for it to stop but Nikki is relentless in this mouthsoaping clip