What is your daddyās new rule aboutā¦the other thing?
There isnāt 1 specific rule or set of rules per se, cause my daddy @jay-saun has just been focused on easing me in toā¦things and making sure Iām having a positive experience with it as we go. Tbh, I think he wants to get me used to having those kind of accidents, cause then maybe Iāll become gradually more prone to having those kind of accidents for real (thatās how things have worked for my #1 accidents and bedwetting, anywayā¦youād be surprised how effective just āgoing through the motionsā can be for breaking down long standing mental barriers š
). So far, Iāve found the whole experiment to be very interesting-and itās also been a fun bonding experience for me and daddy, since this is sort of a ānew frontierā for both of usā¦and weāve both been caught off guard several times by the places our minds have gone and how turned on weāve gotten over it š®āšØš¤«š
Howeveeerr, since Iāve gotten quite a few asks about daddyās rules, I thought maybe I could share what todayās rules were: Try havingā¦the other kind of accident in a goodnite and form fitting jeans. He said he wanted me to feel the resistance of my jeans pushing against me while I had an accident. Being the good girl that I am, I changed out of my wet bedtime dip, put on a goodnite and some skinny jeans, and went to my littlespace room to attempt re-organizing my toy shelf (Iāve found it really helpful to keep my mind busy while Iā¦letā¦things, ummmā¦take their natural course? š
). Iād only just begun picking up my pastel stacking blocks when things started getting super blushy š
The whole experience made me start daydreaming about a totally unrealistic scenario-my daddy gets a call from the daycare staff asking him to come pick me up because l'd had another one of...āthose kind of accidents", and was hiding and refusing to let any of the staff help get me cleaned up. Daddy would have to leave work to pick me up, which he would understandably not be happy about. I, on the other hand, would be so happy to see daddy when he arrived to rescue me that Iād forget all about my embarrassing predicament for a momentā¦at least until it was time to get in daddyās truck, because then Iād be forced to get in my car seat and feel the full scope of the humiliating mess Iād made in my pants as daddy made sure I was seated and buckled up properly. Iād fight back tears as I struggled to come to terms with what Iād done, and daddy would give me a firm lecture about how I really had to start going potty like a big girl at daycare because he can't keep leaving work every few hours just to come change my diaper, as if I were an infant. Once we got home, daddy would drag me by the wrist to the bathroom, order me to pull my jeans down so he could see how big of an accident I'd had, and then act completely shocked and disappointed at the shamefully smelly state of my full pull-up.
Iād blush intensely as tears gathered in my eyes, and Iād frantically apologize to daddy for being such a dumb, messy little baby. Daddy wouldnāt stand for my whining long before grabbing my hand and pulling it up to my lips, forcing me to pop my thumb in my mouth to effectively shut me up while giving me a look that would make my knees buckle a little.
Iād shudder and watch daddy undo his belt, swiftly pulling it out from his belt loops before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, motioning me to come over. Iād gasp as I realized the front of my goodnite was suddenly getting warm and wet, and daddy would grab my wrist and pull me down over his lap. Heād proceed to spank me with his belt until I began sobbing and begging him to stop. After a few more sharp swats, heād drop his belt and gently rub my back, eventually letting his hands drift across my warm, red bum. Iād flinch a little and whine pitifully as heād continue to rub his hands over my bare, stinging skin. āItās okay, princess. Letās get you all cleaned up nowā, heād whisper soothingly, before lifting me out of his lap. Heād start running the bath water, then heād lay me down in front of him on the bath mat. Heād rip both sides of my pull-up, slowly lower the front of it down, and make a face only a true daddy could make-one that attempted to, yet didnāt fully succeed at hiding his visceral reaction to the mess lying there before him. The mess that Iād madeā¦in my own pantsā¦like a dumb, helpless toddler.
Iād continue to cry as I covered my blushy face with my hands, and daddy would tell me things like, āitās all gonna be okā and, āthese things just happen to baby girls like youā while he used the front of my goodnite as a preliminary wipe. Heād then grab my arms and pull me up into a squatting position over my goodnite, and tell me to hold still as he finished wiping me down with an embarrassing number of baby wipes. Afterwards, heād stand me up and help me in to the tub. After giving me a calm, relaxing bubble bath, daddy would dry me off in a big, fluffy towel and cover me in sweet smelling lotion. Heād lay me down on the bed and give me one of my favorite stuffies to snuggle while he retrieved a change of clothes for me. Iād whine at the sight of the bulky diaper heād bring back, but Iād know better than to protest after having such a major accident.
Daddy would praise me for lying still like a good girl for him as he sprinkled baby powder on me and taped my diaper up, then heād pull one of my comfiest t-shirts over my head and kiss my cheek. āReady for daddy to make us some lunch, princess?ā, heād ask, holding out his open hand to help me up off the bed. āB-but, daddyā¦ā, Iād say hesitantly, looking down at my exposed diaper as I tugged my shirt down to try and cover it. āSilly girl, you donāt need pants! Pants are for big girls who can be trusted to use the potty. Besides, weāre not going back out because daddyās going to work from home for the rest of the dayā¦that way I can keep an extra good eye on you, since youāve been having so many accidents lately.ā heād explain, pulling me up from my spot on the bed and leading me to the kitchen.
