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-Your little wants to explore the world with their hands, but this isn’t the time and place and their curiously needs to be curbed momentarily

-Little ones m are squirmy, and a squirmy Little is harder to wipe clean

-Some littles get “excited” by mommy/daddy changing their diapies, and keeping them restrained makes sure their hands don’t wander where they shouldn’t

-Restraints can be a calming sense of security when a little is at their most vulnerable to their caregiver

-A little can roll off the changing table if they aren’t tied down for their diaper change

-A little in a messy diaper can make a big mess if they move around while it’s coming off, you need to make sure they don’t cause any trouble by strapping them down from the waist up

-Kicky feets might be cute, but it makes it too hard to get a diaper to fit right, so tie their legs down so they can only move them enough to get the diaper under them.

-A naughty little might need a spanking on the changing table, restraining them first gives you easy access to their bottom for tanning

-If you need to take their temperature, give them an enema/suppository or insert a plug, tieing a little down keeps them from fighting against the treatment they need

-It keeps them from grabbing lotion or powder and accidentally squirting it out and making a mess on the table and wasting diapering products

-Some littles are shy during diaper changes, but keeping their hands tied down makes sure they get used to seeing their mommy/daddy care to their most intimate needs

-If a little has been really good, it’s a great change for some special big-kid touches from their caregiver to reward them

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults

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She tries to say something, but the spider gag garbles her words and drool drips down her chin. Her Daddy laughs and wipes the saliva away with the pad of his thumb. "Try again, sweetie," he says. "Remember, you need to use your big girl words."

She chokes out a garbled, incomprehensible sound and he clicks his tongue. "Daddy can't understand you," he says. "Do you want more playtime with your special toy?"

She shakes her head frantically and a grin spreads across his face. "Is that it, little one?" he says. "You want Daddy to give you more playtime?"

He has her tied to a chair, her legs spread wide. Her arms are tied behind her, attached firmly to the back of the chair. Between her thighs, tied firmly to one of them and pushed right up against her pussy, is a vibrator. It's the one that she doesn't really like, despite it being able to make her come within thirty seconds. She says it's too strong, that it makes her feel too sensitive and on edge to enjoy anything.

He's had her tied like this for almost twenty minutes.

She came easily the first time, arching her back and straining against her bonds. True to habit, it happened in under thirty seconds -- and then the begging had started.

"I can't understand you," he said, over and over in response to her gurgling through the spider gag. "Stop using this silly baby babble and tell Daddy what you want. Come on, sweetheart, use your grown-up words."

But try as she might, she couldn't make her words more coherent, not with the large metal ring spreading her lips wide and making it hard for her to swallow. All she could do was grow louder as spit dribbling down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

Now, her thighs are red, chafed from the incessant rubbing from the vibrator. The cushion on the chair is wet; he can see the dark, damp patch spreading out beneath her. The sounds of the vibrator against her pussy are thick and wet. Much as she's protesting, her cunt certainly seems to be enjoying itself.

He clicks it up onto its highest setting and a scream tears from her throat. He feels the warm lick of self-satisfaction curl through his belly. "Daddies make decisions for babies," he says. "Whenever you want to be a big girl and tell me what you want in grown-up words, I'll listen. But in the meantime..." He drags his fingers through the spit on her face and smears it over her cheeks and forehead. "I think my little girl is telling me in her silly baby babble that she wants to come again."

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