Princessess

"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."

Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.

Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.

Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.

Knuckles brush against my lower back.

Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.

"And what do we have here?"

Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"

I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.

"I... uh... I..."

I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.

I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.

I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.

"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"

You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.

"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.

Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.

My blush deepens.

Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?

"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."

You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.

I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.

Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.

The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.

"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."

I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."

A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.

I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.

It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.

Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.

"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"

I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.

"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.

By no means am I an expert, but see the below list to help guide your little into littlespace and keep her there as long as her little heart desires. Hopefully you see something new or something you’ve never considered!  Emotional Care! ——————————————————–

- Ask her if she’s being a good girl - Tell her when she’s being good - Remind her how small she is - Call her cute little or pet names - Talk to her in a cute voice that brings a smile to her face - Say encouraging words - Make her blush - Congratulate her on doing something difficult - Always tell her you love her more. Never give in - Ask her a silly question - Playfully and politely tease her - Sit her in your lap - Cuddle her - Cuddle and tickle attacks - Pick her up and carry her around - Kiss her forehead - Kiss her cheek - Always offer her a hug. From the front and from behind - Pet/pat her head - Pat her diapered butt - Boop her nose - Wiggle her piggy toes - Blow raspberries on her belly - Hold her when she’s sad - Wipe away her tears and console her - Be her safe place to go when she needs one - Hold her when she’s shivering - Play with her hair - Take pictures with her - Put her drawings/colorings on your fridge - Interact in her little space - Lose to her puppy dog eyes - Ask her if there is something daddy can help with - Leave her cute easy to read notes, or little pictures to show you care - Let her smell you, spray your cologne on something for her - Let her wear one of daddy’s “grown up” shirts around the house

Physical Care! ——————————————————– - Kissing her ouchies - Calling any injuries ouchies or boo boo’s - Give colorful Bandaid’s with childish designs - Wrap her up and tell her she’s brave for not crying (Or tell her that anyway even her tears have subsided) - Rub her tummy when it hurts - Hold her hand in public so she doesn’t wander off - Help her get something she can’t reach - Buckle her seatbelt - Order for her - Never let her pay - Let her pick out a toy or treat, and buy it for her - Randomly bring her paci to her - Telling her to say “ah” before putting her paci in her mouth - Take her somewhere it would be okay to dress as a little - Open doors for her - Cover her eyes with your hands to hide them from scary or inappropriate things - Let her help you pick something out - Frequent diaper checks - Surprise her with a ‘little’ gift if you haven’t seen her in awhile - Pack a diaper bag in front of her if you’re both going out so she sees firsthand all the little stuff you are bringing along

Time to Get Ready for the day, Baby Girl! ——————————————————– - Good morning text when you’re not around - Pull her close and give her a good morning kiss - Ask her about her dreams - Change her diapers. Baby Wipes, Powder, ointment when needed, baby lotion and a kiss at the end for being good during her change - Undress her - Give her a bubble bath - Wash her hair (make sure she closes her eyes so she doesn’t get shampoo in them when you rinse) - Dry her off with a towel - Choose what she wears for the day - Dress her - Tie her shoes for her - Help her put her jacket or coat on and zip it up for her - Brush her hair - Give her bows, pig tails, or anything else she needs to feel cute

Chore Time & Learning Time! ——————————————————– - Give her a routine - Set up a chore chart - Ask her to think if there was anything she forgot to do today - Help her with a difficult chore - Help her make a difficult choice, spell out the options of each - Ask her to put away her toys - Ask her to gather all her dirty clothes for you to wash - Remind her to say “Please” and “Thank you” - Ask her to count something. (How many apples do we have left? How many cars are there in line? How many fingers am I holding up?) - Ask her the color of something - Ask her to identify some basic shapes - Tell her to read you something easy - Ask her to spell something easy - Ask her to do basic math (1 animal cracker +2 raisins =?) - Ask her if she has any homework, if she needs help with her homework, or if she’s finished her homework

Meal Time! ——————————————————– - Handing her a sippy with a yummy drink - Handing her a bottle (ba-ba) - Tell her to keep both hands on her drink so she doesn’t spill - Put her in a bib before meals - Sitting her in a high chair or booster seat when practical is preferred - Remind her to wash her hands before a meal - Refilling her sippy for her so she doesn’t spill - Blowing on hot food - Cutting her food for her - Cut the icky crusts off her sandwiches - Feeding her her food - Airplane or other playfulness to make sure she eats her meal - When out to eat, ask for a kid’s menu (and crayons where applicable) - Wipe her mouth or hands off when she gets messy - Tell her to be a good girl and finish what’s on her plate - A sweet treat every now and then - Ask her to count one of her food items or tell you the color of different things on her plate - Telling her no sweets so she doesn’t ruin her next meal - Use dishes and silverware meant for toddlers. Plastic forks with dull prongs or plastic plates with cartoon designs on them are best

Play Time! ——————————————————– - Surprise trips to the park - Push her on the swing - Take her to play with puppies and kitties - Those little kid trips every Little dreams about (Disney World) - Sand castles at the beach, snow forts in snow, leaf piles in the fall - Kiddie pool out back on a hot summer day - Take her on a “themed” little date - Playing with her toys with her - Joining her in her tea party - Referring to her stuffies by name - Interacting with her stuffies as if they’re living - Remembering little stories or traits about her stuffies - Invite her to a surprise tea party with her stuffies and you - Puppet show! Or more likely an interactive story using her stuffies - Play pretend with her. Put yourself in the imaginary world she has chosen - Ask her about her imaginary friend - Let her play dress up with her clothes or your adult clothes - Color with her - Make her something while drawing or doing arts and crafts - Finger painting somewhere it’s okay to make a mess - Sidewalk chalk outdoors with her - Play little aged games (Candyland, for example) - Build her a blanket fort - Piggy back rides - Give her upsies! Toss her up and catch her (if practical) - Chase her around the room/house/yard - Suggest a movie meant for little ones - Watch cartoons with her - Play a cute 2 player game. Co-op, or competitive (but let her win once in awhile) - Sing-a-long songs. Have her sing them or dance - Have a play pen set up and/or the foam piece flooring set up in their main playing area

Bed Time! ——————————————————–

- Ask if shes ready for bed. “Bed-Time, Beddy Bye Time, Ni-Night time, etc” - Remind her to brush her teeth and go potty before bed - Dress her in her jammies and night-time diaper - Ask her which stuffie she wants to sleep with and put it in her arms - Find her favorite blanket, her “blankie” and give it to her - Tuck her in - Read bedtime stories - Make up a fairy tail story for her – Ask for her input in your made up story - Sing or hum her a lullaby - Ask her if she needs her night light, plug it in if she does - Check for monsters (closet, under bed, hallway) - Keep her safe from the dark, the thunderstorms, or the meanies in her life - Be her big spoon - Let her fall asleep on you - Goodnight texts when you’re not around - Be there for her if she has nightmares. Tell her everything is okay now that Daddy is here.

Important Things to Ask or Say! ——————————————————– - “Did you go potty?” “Do you need to go potty?” - “Do you need to be changed?” - “Did you go pee-pee?” “Did you make a mess?” - “Did you take your medicine like a big girl?” - “Be careful baby” - “Make sure you stay close to Daddy” - “You’re too little to do that!” - “Does baby need a hand?” - “Did you learn anything new today?” - “Do you need anything from Daddy?” - “Do you love Daddy?” - “What does my little girl want to do today?” - “Tell me everything about your day. I want to know!” - “Which veggie is the most icky?” - “Are you ticklish? Where is your most tickliest spot?” - “Are you scared of the dark?” - “Which Stuffie is the one to which you tell all your secrets?” - “Which dinosaur is best?” - “What shape do you want your (Sandwich, Pancakes, Cookies, etc.) in?” - “Where’s the best hiding spot for hide and seek?” - “Which drink is the bestest, most yummiest drink?” - “What color is your toothbrush?” - “What does baby want for her birthday?” - “Which snacks make you feel the Littlest?” - “Other than stuffies, what other Little toys do you have? Cars? Tea Set? a Red Wagon?” - “Remember we give puppies (or kitties) soft pets” - “We try and color inside the lines, don’t we baby girl?”

Punishment Time! ——————————————————– - If she’s not being good, tell her to behave herself - If she continues to misbehave, threaten a spanking - Make sure she doesn’t say inappropriate words - Make sure she doesn’t get into anything meant for adults; (babies get curious!) - Make sure she shares her toys and plays well with others - Put her in a nap if she’s fussy - Put her in time out if she’s being naughty - Make her say out loud why she’s being punished - Make her write lines outlining how she misbehaved - Use your stern daddy or mommy voice - Avoid yelling, shouting, or raising your voice if at all possible - If all else fails, over the knee spanking (diapered or bare bottomed)

Last, but not least,

YOU’RE HER WHOLE WORLD, and she needs to know that she is your whole world too!

They’re doing their best.

They’ve got their little baseball cap on, their special zoo backpack with snacks and a sippy cup inside, and shorts over a thick diaper that’s been quietly puffing up all morning. Not that they’d admit it. Every time I ask if they need a change, they give me that shy little shake of the head.

“I’m fine, Mommy,” they mumbled earlier when I checked under the table at lunch. “It’s just a little wet.”

But I know the signs.

The way they waddle just a bit more now. The way their hand keeps drifting toward their waistband like they’re checking, hoping, praying they’re still “okay.” As if they get a say in what counts as “okay.”

We stop to look at the giraffes, and I let them press their nose to the glass. They squeal quietly when one of the giraffes comes close, their excitement bubbling over — and that’s when I hear it.

Pfffft.

A soft little puff, just barely audible over the kids nearby. Then another. Then a pause.

Their body stiffens, and I feel their hand tighten in mine.

They don’t say anything — but I look down and see the change in their face. That little wrinkle between the eyebrows. The growing panic in their eyes.

I crouch beside them and speak low, gentle.

“Sweetheart, do you need to go potty?”

They glance around, cheeks pinking. They whisper, barely audible:

“I… I think I already did.”

I rest a hand on the back of their shorts. Warm. Thick. Heavier than it was ten minutes ago.

And still filling.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur, giving them a soft pat. “You didn’t even ask this time.”

They make a small, high-pitched sound — more embarrassed than anything — and bury their face in my shoulder as I scoop them up.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, rocking them gently as I carry them away from the crowd, toward the family restroom. “That’s why you wear diapers, remember? You don’t have to hold it anymore. Mommy’s got you.”

They nod into my neck but don’t say a word. Their diaper squishes warm against my hip with every step, and I know it’s going to be a big change. But they’re not fighting it. Not like before. No excuses this time. Just quiet acceptance.

I slip us into the restroom, lock the door, and lay them down on the changing table.

Their face is still pink, eyes shiny.

“You did your best,” I tell them as I unbutton their shorts and peel back the tapes. “But Mommy knew it was coming.”

They whimper softly as I clean them, legs lifted, bottom messy and warm.

“And you know what?” I add, wiping gently and reaching for the powder. “There’s no reason to push it. No more potty today. Just diapers. All day. That’s how we’re going to do zoo trips from now on.”

They don’t argue.

Not even a little.

Once they’re fresh and padded again, I kiss their forehead, pull their shorts back up, and lift them into my arms.

The soft crinkle of her diaper was the only sound in the room as she squatted near the toy chest.

Her bunny was clutched tight in her arms. Her pacifier bobbed with every breath. Her eyes were wide and locked on the door, even though she was trying not to look.

She knew what was coming. She could feel it. Her tummy had been bubbling for the last hour, and she had been putting it off. Holding it in. Waiting. Hoping maybe Mommy would forget diaper checks today.

But her body had other plans.

It started slow. A low pressure. A squirm. A tiny push.

Then came the warmth. The soft, wet squish as her diaper began to fill. The mess coating the inside of her diaper with thick brown mush. The stench filling more than just her diaper. Her cheeks burned instantly.

She was messing herself. Fully. Right in the middle of the nursery. And she could not stop.

And that was when the door opened.

Her eyes met Mommy’s. The color drained from her face as her knees trembled. A loud, humiliating crinkle filled the air as the seat of her diaper puffed out even more. She tried to stand up straight. Too late.

Mommy’s voice was calm. Sweet. Way too calm.

“Oh no. Are you going potty for Mommy, baby?”

She whimpered, nodding once, cheeks bright red as her pacifier slipped from her lips. She tried to speak. Nothing came out.

Mommy stepped closer, the scent already wrapping around them.

“You couldn’t wait two more minutes, could you. My sweet little princess just had to make her stinky all by herself.”

The girl covered her face with her bunny and sank to her knees, the mess squishing under her weight. The padding hugged her completely, thick and sticky and so warm it made her eyes water.

She started to babble a soft apology, but Mommy was already kneeling behind her.

“Messy girls do not get to apologize. They get cuddled. They get wiped. And they get reminded how very, very little they are.”

A warm hand cupped the back of her diaper, pressing gently into the full squish.

“You feel that? That is what babies do. That is what my perfect, blushing, diaper-dependent baby girl does.”

She sobbed quietly. Not from sadness. From shame. From love. From the impossible feeling of being so exposed and so cared for at the same time.

Mommy pulled her close, letting her sit right on her lap, mess and all. She kissed her hair and stroked her back.

“You’re exactly what you are meant to be. My little mushy-bottomed princess.

And you’re staying in that diaper until after nap. Maybe longer.”

"what does the cow say, little lily?"

"what a ridiculous question" i want to say. "you insult my intelligence."

i bite my tongue as my enraged responses float just behind my lips.

i look at you, arms crossed. you hold in your hand the remote to the shock collar so lovingly hugging my neck, finger over the button in the case that i get uncooperative due to repeated slights to my ego. punishing me brutally if i ever insist that i'm an adult.

"m-moo..." my meek, fearful voice finally lets out, only to be showered in praise about how smart i am for knowing my animal noises

alternatively:

being asked babyish questions with unfairly complicated twists that i absolutely won't know.

"okay, little lily, between what range of nanometers on the visible light spectrum does the frequency of this color lie?", showing me a flashcard with a red circle

with my last physics class being 5 years ago, i tremble and try to think.

"f-five hundred and..."

screaming and writhing on the floor as the full-strength shock collar sends electricity into my neck

"awww, looks like little baby doesn't know her colors yet!" you mock while standing above me as i lose control and piss myself with tears streaking my face.

you mercifully let up, allowing me to pull myself back to a sitting position, wiping the saliva from my face and panting.

"okay, little lily, what is the average amplitude in decibels of the sound that this animal says?"

Dichotomy of Pet

6….5….4

The floor indicator blinks at you, a bead of sweat forming in your brow as the numbers minimize with each passing moment. But it’s not moving fast enough for you.

4

The number now glares at you as the elevator stops to pick up people on the floor just two above your room. If you could just make it to the room it’ll be okay. You bounce foot to foot, hoping it’ll relieve the ever-building pressure in your tummy.

“Are you okay, baby?”

She always savored this moment when the struggle was still fresh, when the mind hadn’t yet cracked all the way. The new girl on the table was no exception. Bound at the wrists and ankles, silenced behind a thick red ball gag, she still believed she had some say in the matter. That belief made everything so much sweeter.

The nurse’s gloves crinkled as she smoothed the front of the girl’s diaper, freshly taped and whisper-white. For now. It wouldn’t be long. She could already feel the tremble in the girl’s belly, the squirming tension in her hips. The formula always worked faster when the subject was resisting, like the body wanted to prove the mind wrong. Her favorite kind of rebellion: doomed from the start.

Leaning close, she cooed into the girl’s ear. “Oh, sweetie… you’re trying so hard to hold it, aren’t you?” The girl screamed into the gag, muscles tight, forehead damp with strain. That sharp, intelligent mind so proud, so scared still fought to stay above it all. As if clenching thighs and gritted teeth could stop what was coming. As if anything could.

A low, wet gurgle betrayed her. Then another. The nurse smiled and palmed the front of the diaper again, feeling it expand ever so slightly with the first betraying tinkles. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice like velvet, “let it all out. You’re almost home.”

And then it happened, full and sudden. The sharp gasp through the gag, the desperate arch of her back, the diaper swelling with soft crackles and squishes beneath her. It was always the same expression when they crossed that line: horror, relief, disbelief.

Not even the hot July sun can slow you down.

Not today.

“Come on, Daddy!”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, babygirl!”

All I can do is giggle as you pull my arm, practically vibrating in excitement.

You can’t help it, you’ve never felt this big at Disneyland before. This isn’t your normal Disneyland outfit—this Minnie Mouse sundress is something that would never hide your diapers.

But they do hide your pull-up.

Aww sweet girl, look between your legs. You see that very obvious baby printed nappy that’s very obviously well used? How long have you been sitting in your pee? Yeah it’s been a long time today hasn’t it… It’s not just a one off is it? This happens all the time every day, that’s why you have to wear nappys wether you like it or not.

Little baby’s who make wets and mushy accidents in there pants don’t get orgasms. Your much to little for that. If I were you I wouldn’t worry about such silly adult things like that. I know it’s been ages since you’ve had some grown up play time, can your pathetic little fuzzy mind even remember what that’s like?