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⬆️ The first breakfast baba of the day I mention below. Laying on daddy’s chest to start off the day…

One of the most recurring questions I get on this blog is: What does a full day in your life look like? What does little one do during the day? Is daddy home all the time? Does kiddo get any break during the day?

I had written a post last year about how routine made AB/DL work. At least for us. Like a lot of posts, you may have missed it because our blog got banned, but no worries, there have been a few changes since then, and I will explain everything below. If you have been wondering what happens in a typical day for my little boy, my partner or me, just keep reading…

Before I start, I would like to remind everyone that this is based on our life and our dynamic. There is no rule or model to live an AB/DL life and you can live it however you want to. Everything below may not be adapted to you, but this can serve as inspiration for others. Feel free to also comment any suggestions or ideas you may have, or simply share how you live your AB/DL life!

As a Daddy, one thing I have learned over the years is that AB/DL requires a strict schedule. If you are willing to fully commit, your days are inevitably reshaped and a routine is needed to go through feeding, changing, dressing up, baths and much more. As you can imagine, living like this for a weekend is very fun, but when it’s been going on for almost 30 months, there needs to be a structure.

Without a routine, I would probably have struggled managing work + taking care of my little one. With one, I was able to do it perfectly fine and still enjoy some quiet time in the evening to relax.

I know some of you enjoy those “daddy tips” I post as you might someday be in a position to have a little of your own, or you are simply curious and interested ! Below is how our routine works, so maybe it can inspire your own. Make sure to like and reblog, those posts take a long time to write and it keeps me going!

A quick summary for those of you who don’t feel like reading a post for 10 minutes.

A day in the life of my little pamperpacker contains:

- 4 babas (including one of formula)

- 3 or 4 changes

- 1 bath a day

- Several hours in his playpen

- At least 6 hours wearing a bib

- Yummy numnums and dindins lovingly spoonfed by Papa or Daddy…

- …And a lot of daily fun with Papa and Daddy!

For those who have been asking, our little one does get access to his phone when he’s in his playpen. There’s no parental control on his phone, but my partner and I have full access to his phone. We particularly enjoy when he’s on Tumblr scrolling through AB/DL content or talking to some of you guys as it never fails to make him a bit excited in his paddings and it is extremely cute to see him wriggle and try to get any kind of release through his cage and very thick Pamps. Daddies gotta have their fun…🤷🏻‍♂️

Our babyboy generally does not watch or read any content aimed towards an adult audience. It wouldn’t really fit his mindset. Occasionally, we will watch a movie with him that’s not too babyish, but he has to be a very very good boy for this.

Typical day

(weekdays or weekends are very similar)

7:00: Daddy and Papa wake up and check on monitor -

Alone time to get ready for the day, including morning run, shower and breakfast.

8:15: Daddy/Papa is ready and wakes Kiddo up.

First Pamp check of the day. Generally no change before breakfast no matter if soggy or messy except if already leaked.

8:20 : Breakfast for Kiddo

First baba of the day 🍼: Hot chocolate or regular milk only + a jar of fruit baby food spoon fed by Daddy or Papa.

8:30: First Pamp change + dressing up.

Most likely outfits: Onesie + dungarees in the summer & onesie + pajamas in the winter. A bib is always worn from that time until lunch time.

8:45: Kiddo goes and brushes his teeth on his own (now you understand why he’s wearing a bib already) and washes his face.

09:00: Daddy leaves for work and Papa works from home, or vice versa.

Babyboy used to have some time alone at home when Papa hadn’t joined our family, but it doesn’t happen as often now.

From 09:00 to 11:45: Kiddo is in his playpen, plays with his toys, watches cartoons.

Daddy/Papa regularly checks on him. He’s usually soggy by around 10:30, but no change in the morning.

11:45: Lunch (or "numnums") time.

Can be babyfood or mashed "big boy food" depending on days. Spoonfed by Daddy/Papa most of the time. Morning bib is supposed to be soggy from drool and is changed to food bib.

12:30: Done with Kiddo’s lunch, but usually stays a bit with Papa/Daddy when it is time for him to have his lunch.

Depending on his Pamps, there may be a change after lunch. It is all about checking if it can hold any more, or not.

12:45: Second baba of the day🍼: Regular milk.

From 13:00 to 15:00 (length can vary): naptime for Kiddo.

He doesn’t necessarily sleep the entire time, but it gives him some time to cuddle his plushies and rest a bit after a tough morning in the playpen! (Well, the main reason we make it at least two hours long is because it gives Daddy/Papa some time to work with no noise around, but don’t tell him I said that, or I will have a cranky boy around nap time😉)

15:00: Second or third change once Kiddo is up from his nap.

This one is the most likely to be the messy change of the day. It happens mostly during his naps, which Daddy/Papa can always hear and see on the monitor. Makes for very happy and proud daddies!

15:15 to 17:30: More time in playpen + third baba of the day🍼: regular milk.

Generally more crafty activities like drawing, painting, sticker books, flower pressing, etc. If an activity is too dangerous i.e. requires the use of scissors, Daddy/Papa must be in the room.

17:30: by that time, Daddy or Papa who was at work is back home and generally takes the lead to spend some time with babyboy.

17:45: Third or fourth diaper change & Bath time.

That’s the time of day the chastity cage may be removed for cleaning and put back on.

18:15: Dress up for the night.

Onesie of pajamas depending on the season and the thickest padding of the day. Either a double pamp, or a regular one with a booster. It is the last change until the next morning no matter what.

18:30 : Dinner time for Kiddo (or called "dindins").

Can also be babyfood or mashed "big boy food", even though evening meals tend to always include babyfood nowadays, whether only partially or completely depends on Daddy and Papa. Always spoonfed by daddy or papa.

19:00 : Playtime, TV or video game time

Next to Daddy and Papa who are having their dinner. This is the time Kiddo can play a bit of Switch if he wants to. He’s particularly a fan of "Bluey, the videogame", "Paw Patrol: World Adventure" and of a few "Mario" games if we’re playing all together which can happen from time to time. This also includes, just before bed, the fourth baba of the day🍼: formula.

19:45: Kiddo gets ready for bed.

20:00: 💤 Bedtime! 💤 Kiddo is tucked away in his crib. (21:30 during the weekend)

Daddy and/or papa read him a quick story and spend some more time with him until 20:15 or 20:30. Monitor music is turned on and all lights are off. Pacifier is in, a few Pamp rubs over his pajamas to make sure his little locked parts are all happy to get a good night of sleep and off we go.

From 20:30: Alone time until bedtime for Daddy and Papa.

You will see that this routine matches perfectly the Diaper Chart I shared with you all a few months ago on our previous blog. It gives a chance to our little guy to earn his weekly points if he behaves like a good boy. Once again, it’s all about creating a frame that works for you.

PS. : Nothing is set in stone in this routine, but 90% of the days follow this pattern.

***** Warning this is an unfinished story and really only a draft ***************** Enjoy!

                                                 Master Mark

  The countdown had begun. Just another twenty minutes before I could go home. It had been quite the eclectic day. I had put in a few loan applications, processed multiple wires, and somehow had time to call the love of my life, my boyfriend Mark. Overall it wasn’t bad for a Friday. I was looking forward to a nice bottle of wine and a relaxing weekend.

“Hey John, should I bring anything to your barbeque on Sunday?”

Nasim asked.

“Yeah, maybe a million in cash.”

  I chuckled, I knew it was a stupid joke the moment it came out, but working in a bank meant sometimes you could make the same joke a million times.  I walked back to my desk ready to finish out the rest of my day in peace.

  Just five minutes before we closed a younger man, maybe mid-twenties, pleasantly good looking came in. I watched as he approached the teller line. I was a bit like a lion stalking a gazelle. The man was dressed in light denim jeans and a simple v-neck with some cheesy band logo on it. Short brown hair complimented his fair complexion, and his silver necklace.

  I watched as he began speaking with Brittany, a younger teller who was working to pay for her college. I couldn’t make out the words but I watched as she directed him to take a seat in our waiting area. “Fuck” I thought to myself. A few seconds later my phone rings that all too familiar bing bing, meaning I was being called from an internal line.

“Yeah this is John”

I said in an almost rushed tone.

“Hey John, the guy’s name is Cameron it should be a quick one, he is just wanting to open a checking account.”

“Fuck me, doesn’t he know we close in three minutes.”

“Yeah, but you know how it goes.”

“Alright thanks, I’ll go fetch him.”

  I got up from my desk and began walking over. I enjoyed hearing the distinct clap my shoes made against the marble floors. It went well with the professional image of a standard sleek black suit and tie.

  Cameron was on his phone while he was waiting.

“Hello you must be Cameron, My name is John. I understand you need to open an account?”

“Yeah, hi. I just want to open something free. I just moved out here from Colorado.”

“Absolutely, well let’s head back over to my desk and see what we can open.”

  As I was leading him back to my desk I realized that I needed to pee. Hopefully this really is quick I thought to myself.

               “Here have a seat, so what brought you out to Oklahoma?”

   I asked really not interested, but using the time to get my computer ready.

               “The usual, I guess. Got a new job down the road and just finished moving in.”

“That’s great, well we can get you into our minimal checking account. The monthly service fee is waived with either a $2500 monthly balance, or two direct deposits of $500 each per month.”

               “That sounds good”

  He said.

  As I was working on getting his income, and his account started I began to feel that all too familiar twitch in my bladder. I really needed to use the restroom, but I couldn’t simply get up and leave. The pressure was building and I needed to release. I thought to myself about letting out a little, but I knew if I did the floodgates would open.

  After about ten minutes I was getting ready to finish, I had Cameron sign on the electronic signature pad on my desk, gave him the proper papers, and directed him back to the teller line to make his deposit. I immediately made a dash to the restrooms, as I entered I began unzipping my fly.

“Oh shit”

  I thought to myself as I instinctively began to let go into my already piss stained white briefs. I managed to direct myself to the toilet only wetting the front of my briefs slightly and thankfully preventing a truly humiliating experience. Thankfully the black pants I had worn today did a good job disguising the shame.

  By the time I had come out Cameron had already left. I talked briefly with a few colleagues that were coming to the barbeque on Sunday as I was locking up my desk, and then made for the back exit. I got in my car, a modest Buick Lacrosse and sat for a few minutes.  I pushed the button on my steering wheel and said,

               “Call Mark”

  The phone began ringing as I was pulling out. I got onto the main road and I heard Marks Voicemail.

“Hey, you’ve reached Mark please leave a message after the beep.”

“Hey babe, I am leaving now, I should be home in about ten minutes.”

  Mark worked from home a few days a week, so I was unsure why he wouldn’t be answering his phone. On the short dive back to my condo I could smell the familiar scent of piss. Not too strong but noticeable. Damnit why does Mark keep buying me these tighty-whities? I’m not a little boy anymore.

  I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I was approaching my complex. My first home, I enjoyed the comforts a small downtown condo provided, and I was able to get it at a great deal.  It wasn’t amazing, but it was home. It was a relatively small and modern complex. There were only twelve buildings each with four units and a great community pool.

  I pulled up to building seven, “Home sweet home” I thought to myself I noticed Mark’s Ford Fusion was in the parking spot where he normally parked, hmm I thought to myself.

  I began walking upstairs to my unit. I got to the simple white door and put in my keys, I walked in to the cool air. The condo itself was a bit of a work in progress. Since moving in I had redone the kitchen and living room. The floors were a dark stained wood, while the majority of the rest of the condo were lighter colors. A mix of grays and crèmes. I was proud of the work I had done to convert the unit into a more modern living space.

  I walked to my closet taking my jacket off. “Mark” I called out. No reply.

  I walked over to my kitchen place my keys and phone in a little platter on my bar, “Mark” I said again, this time a bit louder. Yet still I wasn’t getting a reply. I knew he was home, I had seen his car.

  I began walking back to our master suite. I noticed the door was open slightly and the lights were on. “Mark” I yelled out again, this time obviously a bit frustrated that he wasn’t responding.  I pushed open the door and saw Mark standing there. Tall about six feet, slender build, he wasn’t too athletic, not was he overweight. His light skin and dark brown hair reminded me of Cameron. He was dressed in some simple gym shorts and a shirt I had bought him on vacation a few years ago.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

  I asked in an almost annoyed tone.

“We need to talk John”

  It was then that I noticed a few pairs of my underwear were lying out on my bed on top of the comforter. It was clear that I had more than a few accidents; there were multiple pairs with clearly defined piss stains in the front and one pair with a small brown stain.

  I couldn’t look at him in the eyes, I felt my cheeks get warm; I looked down and started to speak.

               “I just sometimes…”

               “You know John, I’ve been doing laundry the last few weeks and this has been a reoccurring thing.”

               “I’m getting really tired of having to constantly clean these filthy stains, come here.”

  I had never heard Mark like this; his voice was commanding, and assertive. I walked over to the corner of the bed where he was standing. I still couldn’t look him in the eyes.

               “Snffff, and what’s THAT smell?”

  I’m sorry it just happened, I had a client and I couldn’t step away in time.

  Mark suddenly reached to my waist, quickly pulling away my belt and unbuttoning my pants. The next thing I knew my pants were around my ankles, with my stained briefs on full display, still damp and musky from my accident.

               “Look at you, your pathetic; you can’t even stay dry one day, let alone a week.”

  My eyes felt heavy, I felt him begin to pull down my underwear, and He stopped just above my knees. I watched as he sat on the corner of the bed. I felt so exposed. I had known him for years and suddenly being confronted like this made me feel as if I was in front of a stranger.

  I was suddenly being forced over his knee; before I knew it I felt the sharp pain.

“SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.”

  I couldn’t react for the first few seconds. It hadn’t registered to me what was happening at that point. “SMACK SMACK SMACK” I began to wiggle and worm trying to escape his grasp. “SMACK SMACK SMACK”  

               “Please stop, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!”

  I pleaded to no avail.

“It’s about time you learned a lesson boy, if you want to act like a child then I’m going to treat you like a child.”

  The spanking continued for several minutes, picking up intensity, with each hand coming down a new mark was added to my ass. I eventually gave up trying to wiggle out of Mark’s grasp. As embarrassing a it was, I could feel myself becoming aroused, I had never seen this domineering side of Mark.

  As the spanking began to slow down, and eventually I couldn’t help but to begin instinctively begin thrusting my cock into Mark’s legs.

               “You are so pathetic”

  Mark said in a matter of fact tone.

               “Get on the bed lie face down and do NOT look up!”

  I knew better than to disobey so I did exactly as I was told.

  I heard mark get up and go to our closet, I heard him rustling with a box, and begin to come back. I felt him sit on the bed next to me, my ass was still burning from the spanking, and I was begging for relief. I heard Mark open the cap to a bottle, I was curious but knew better than to look.

  I suddenly felt a pleasant coolness on my burning ass. I felt his hands begin to rub the lotion in, I was still rock hard, and instinctively began to hump the bed. “SMACK” I cried out in pain. Mark flipped me over so I was now on my back.

  I realized that what he was rubbing in was baby lotion, the smell began to fill up my nostrils, it was pleasant, but I was confused. I remained silent, as he began to put more lotion on his hand and began rubbing it into my cock.

  I was already on the verge, and he knew this, he was deliberate and took his time. He paused when he sense I was getting too close.

  Next I saw him reach to something plastic and white; as he began to unfold it I realized it was a diaper!

               “Wait, stop I can’t wear a diaper, I’m not a baby!”

               “Well your underwear begs to differ, do adults piss their pants? “

               “No, but…”

               “Exactly, and what do babies wear that piss their pants?”

               “Diapers, but I’m not a baby!”

“Enough, It’s not up for debate, if you can’t keep your underwear clean like a big boy, then you don’t deserve to be treated like one.”

  He grabbed my ankles and placed the diaper under me, it was pleasantly soft, but a million questions began to run through my mind. Why was he doing this to me? Where did he get diapers? And most importantly, why was I enjoying this so much?

  Mark made sure the diapers position was correct than grabbed a bottle of baby powder from the ground. I lifted my ankles again and began to sprinkle the powder on my ass. It too was pleasantly soothing after the spanking I had just received. Holding my ankles with one hand he took the other hand and began to rub the powder in.

  After rubbing the powder in he let my legs down and began to sprinkle powder on my crotch. He took his time rubbing the powder in, paying special attention to my cock. Finally he pulled the front of the diaper up through my legs. I noticed that the front of the diaper had a large cartoon animal peeking above the top. I knew there was no point in arguing, and I was already high on lust.

  Mark began tapping the diaper on, again, taking his time, very diabolical in his positioning. After I was tapped in my first diaper in nearly twenty years he got up. He went into our bathroom and I heard him wash his hands. He came back and picked me up by the shoulders and placed me on the ground standing up. He remained silent but I could tell he was admiring his work. I didn’t know what to say as I was now standing in front of my boyfriend wearing my shirt, tie and diaper.

  He came closer to me and began to take off my tie, and shirt. Soon I was standing there in nothing but a giant diaper with an animal on the front. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that I looked quite cute. I let out a little grin. I could see the bulge my cock imprinted in the soft plastic diaper.  I was confused but incredibly aroused.

               “You look hungry boy.”

 Mark said with a devilish grin on his face.

  He began pulling off his belt and unzipping his pants. Despite the humiliation of being in front of my boyfriend wearing nothing but a printed diaper, I was aroused beyond belief. I lost all human control, I was instead an animal at this point, and this was my meal in front of me. I wanted that thick cock. My mouth was salivating; my cock was at full staff. I instinctively dropped to my knees.

  He pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts.

               “This is what a real man’s cock looks like, free and thick not locked up in a little baby diaper”

  I ignored his attempt to humiliate me further, I didn’t care. I was so horny I didn’t care. I took a moment to admire his cock. I had seen his manhood plenty of times, but something about today made his cock seem like it was the best thing I had ever seen. A nice plump head dripping with precum followed by a modest seven inch thick staff. I remember the first night he pulled it out, I wondered if I was even going to be able to take it all.

  I started by licking his shaft from the base up towards the head. I took my time, making sure to take in his musk. I then moved my tongue under his head before wrapping my lips around the head of his plump cock. I began to work his cock like a horny college frat boy.

               “Fuck that feels good. Aren’t you a good boy today?”

  I looked up at him with my eyes, cock in mouth his eyes were closed and his smile stretched across his five o clock shadow.

               “Suck a real man’s cock!”

  He yelled loud enough I’m sure the neighbors heard.

  Mark lasted only a few more minutes. I guess this was as exciting for him as it was for me.  Afterwards he sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

               “Come here, we need to talk.”

  I approached cautiously, but without hesitation.

I sat next to him and looked down and the bulk between my legs, I was still hard as a rock, it was so new and embarrassing yet thrilling. I had never seen this side of Mark before.

               “There are going to be a few rules around here now. At least until I feel you’ve learned your lesson”

1.       You are to remain in your diapers at all times. Only I am allowed change your diaper or remove it.

2.       You will obey me at all times, without hesitation and without whining.

3.       When we are here your diaper is to be on full display. No pants or covering up.

4.       You will please me, and if I determine you did a good enough job then I MAY return the favor.

5.       Lastly, if you fail to follow these rules you will be punished.

  I started to protest, but Mark leaned down and grabbed my bulging diaper.

The floodlights hummed over the empty pitch, casting long shadows as Liam sat cross-legged on the center line, his soccer shorts pulled down just enough to check his diaper, again. The thick padding crinkled softly as he shifted, his pacifier bobbing between his lips. He wasn’t worried, though. Not about the dampness spreading between his legs, not about the way his old cleats now dug into the turf just for fun, and certainly not about the way his life had flipped upside down.

“Look at you,” Mommy cooed from the sidelines, her voice dripping with that playful, condescending sweetness he secretly loved. She leaned against the fence, arms crossed, her smirk as sharp as the whistle she used to blow at his matches. “My big, strong soccer star. Used to score goals, now you’re just scoring… well, let’s just say your diaper’s doing all the heavy lifting these days.”

Liam giggled, kicking his cleated feet against the grass. He didn’t even bother pulling his shorts back up, too busy twisting the soggy fabric of his diaper between his fingers. “I was good, Mommy,” he lisped around his pacifier, grinning up at her. “But now I’m better at this.”

Mommy laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. All you boys thought you were so grown up, running around, pretending to be adults. But what’s a World Cup compared to a good paci and a nice, full diaper, hmm?” She wagged a finger at him. “You all just want to play silly games like toddlers. At least now you’re honest about it.”

Liam beamed, his cheeks flushed with pride. He was honest. No more pretending, no more hiding. Just him, his diaper, and the joy of being exactly who he was, Mommy’s little toddler, through and through.

“You know,” Mommy continued, her tone turning teasing, “your old team’s coming back in a few days. All of them. For that new promotion shoot.” She raised an eyebrow. “Rumor has it they’re all in diapers now. Just like someone else I know.”

Liam clapped his hands, his pacifier popping out with a happy gasp. “Really?!” He didn’t care about the cameras or the fame or any of that old life. All he cared about was the thought of his old teammates, once so serious and stern, now just as silly and squishy as he was. Maybe they’d even have a playdate. Maybe they’d all sit in the penalty box, sucking on pacis, their diapers bulging after too much juice.

Mommy chuckled, shaking her head. “Yes, really. But don’t get too excited, little one. You’ve got more important things to focus on.” She nodded at the wet spot darkening the front of his diaper. “Like making sure you’re nice and dry for your bedtime later.”

Do you think you have what it takes to play with me? ⚾ 🧢

Look how soaked I am!