Hi all this is a nice little experiment ran by @hockeynhandcuffss where I hope that creatives amateur and otherwise can share their work in some manner. This is primarily supposed to be prompt lead interaction, aka someone will submit a prompt and then all people interested can write a short story inspired the prompt and we can all share our love and encouragement! All prompts will be posted at the beginning of the month but if you find an old prompt that inspires you, there is no time limit on submissions.

You will see niche fetish! This is ran by a guy with a huge cg/l and abdl fetish, if that upsets you just leave. This is also 18+, I will be blocking anybody who does not have an age in their bio. Rules: 1. This is a Queer inclusive space, the second I see anyone complain about relationships that are not heteronormative I will block you. Yes that means the "weird ones" too.

2. You must put content warnings at the top of your submission.

3. All characters must be 18 or older.

4. I will be allowing slurs because that is part of the fantasy for some but absolutely mark them in your content warning. NO RACIAL SLURS.

5. If your post includes pictures and art, they must have explicit permission from the person involved, this disqualifies AI immediately.

6. Please follow the prompts, I won't be enforcing this strictly but if I find people abusing this I will start warning people.

CW: DD/L, Light Bondage 

By: @lilbeanblogsabit and @daddyofalilbean

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“What do you mean no?” I whine as I put down my fork.

  “Well, unless something major has happened to the English language in the last few minutes, I mean it’s not going to happen.”

  “But I always have a cookie after dinner.”

  “Uh huh, and I told you that if you leaked on the couch without telling me you need a change, you would be punished.”

  “It wasn’t my fault! You told me that if I asked for a change and you thought I didn’t really need one, I’d be punished! How is that supposed to work?” I whine, crossing my arms and pouting.  

  Daddy puts down his fork and frowns.  “Careful little one or there will be no deserts for a week and an even earlier bedtime.”

  I look away grumpily as Daddy picks up our empty plates and carries them to the sink.  I follow along behind him, sneaking a glance towards the cookie jar.  

  “…Don’t even try it.”

  I look back at him.  “I wasn’t even doing anything!”

  “I know, but I don’t even want you thinking about it.” 

  “Now I can’t think about cookies?  What’s next, no thinking about… brownies?”

  “Ok that’s enough…”

  Daddy grabs my arm firmly, pulling me to my feet as he drags me toward my room, each step accenting his annoyance with me.

  “Wait no no no… Wait, I’m sorry , I’m sorry… no no no, stop please…”

  Daddy ignores me and throws me into bed. I struggle to turn over but he pins me in place, my face pushed into the pillow.

  “I warned you,” Daddy whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.  “Now it’s bedtime.  You don’t have to sleep, but you can’t leave your bed.  

  “Daddy it’s still daytime!”

  “I don’t care.” Daddy growls back.  “If you get bored, think about what you would do differently, or dream up another punishment you would rather have.  I am always flexible.”

  Daddy removes his hands from my neck and back and I quickly turn over on my back.

  “No Daddy! Wait I’m…” I whine as he closes the door. “…Sorry.”

  I slump against my pillows, staring up at the ceiling, at the wall, at my hand…

  I can’t sleep.  I want a cookie.  It’s not fair.  I always get a cookie.

  I slowly sit up in bed and look around at the door.  A small sliver of light shines through the bottom.  I quietly sneak over and peak through the gap.

  It’s quiet.  I sit back on my knees and see a set of eyes staring back at me.

  “…What? You can’t blame me for trying.  It’s not fair!” I whisper to the eyes.  They stare back unblinkingly.

  ““Nooooo.“ I whisper back, "I’ll only get spankies if I get caught.  And I’m not going to get caught.  You’ll be my lookout!” 

  I reach forward and grab my bear.  His eyes are still glistening in the glow from my nightlight.  

  I hear a *Creak* from outside my door and I freeze.  The door handle starts to turn and light shines into my room.

  Daddy’s head peaks in.  “Whatcha doing down there?” He asks curiously

  “Uhhhh, I’m sorry Dada! I know you said I couldn’t leave my bed… But I rolled over… and… and Mr. Bear Bear went flying off my bed Dada. Yeah! I was afraid he was lonely so I went and got him… so I could tuck him back in with me so he wouldn’t feel lonely… Dada…”

  “Uhhuh” Daddy says, taking me by the hand and helping me back in bed, placing Mr. Bear Bear securely in my arms. “Try to stay in the bed this time Mr. Bear Bear” 

  I hold Mr. Bear Bear snugly in my arms as Daddy tucks me in.  He kisses me on the forehead before starting to leave.

  “And Babykins? If I catch you out of bed again, I’ll have to resort to stricter measures to keep you there.”

  Daddy closes the door and I quickly wiggle free from my confines.  I waddle back over to the door and peek under it again.  This time I see Daddy move into his office and turn on the light.  I hear the creak of his chair as he sits down and a sigh as he starts to work on his computer.  

Perfect I think as I slowly reach up and start to open the door… I turn the door handle slowly until the door slowly opens.  

  *Creeeek*

  Aw Poop… 

  …Daddy was there in an instant.

  “Are you trying to upset me Babykins?  Or do you just really think you are entitled to a cookie after being such a brat?”

  I look up at him with my puppy dog eyes.

  “Uhhh… Both? Wait no… Neither?  Actually… the first one… What was the first option again?” 

  Daddy sighs and doesn’t answer, grabbing my wrist and draging me back to my bed in response, pinning my wrists above my head.

  “Don’t move it… I mean it…” He spins back around and goes into the closet, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs.

  “Daddy I don’t need those!”

  “You have made it incredibly clear that you do little one.”

  Daddy fastens the cuffs around my wrists, attaches them together, then finally pins to the bed frame.

  “Goodnight” Daddy says firmly, leaving without even giving me a glance. 

  “I’m sorry Dada!” I yell as he closes the door to no effect.  I slump back down and immediately start pulling on the cuffs, finding that… they aren’t as tight as they normally are? 

  Daddy wants me to escape!  He must be having fun! I think as I continue to pull on the cuffs, eagerly trying to get myself free.

  Success! I slip myself free and gently stepping on the floor again and peaking back under the door frame

  No lights, No sounds… Nothing.

  Hehehe…

  I grab my accomplice and open the door slowly, making sure to hold tension on the hinges so it doesn’t squeak again. 

  Success! 

  I slowly step out into the hallway, peeking around the corner to make sure it’s clear.  I take a few steps forward and stop again, listening for any noises and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. 

  “You stay here,” I say, setting Mr. Bear Bear down on a chair, looking down the hallway to Daddy’s room. “If you see anything, use your brain powers to tell my brain that your brain saw Daddy… Brain…”

  I giggle at my joke and adventure on into the darkness, my hands outstretched, feeling my way around the furniture and bumping into corners.  I move forwards cautiously into the kitchen, looking around nervously making sure that Daddy wasn’t hiding anywhere.  

  And there it was… I peek around the corner… There, gleaming in the soft light, sits the cookie jar—just within reach, tempting and full of sweet promises.  I reach my hand forward, a grin starting to form on my face

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

  I instantly feel a strong force pull be back, gripping me tightly as it picks me up and carries me away

  “Nooo no nonononononono! Nuh-uh! Let go! Waaah! Put me down!” I say wiggling away, trying my best to escape.  “But you wanted me to escape… right?  The cuffs were loose!  The cuffs were loose Daddy!”

  Daddy says nothing and scopes down and picks up Mr. Bear Bear from his Lookout.

  Traitor! I think knowing that Mr. Bear Bear’s brain powers would let him hear me.  I could swear I saw Mr Bear Bear frown as I thought it, so I quickly apologise.  

  “Daddy! Please wait, I’m sorry… Wait Daddy?” I say hesitantly as he storms us past my room.  He kicks open the door to his room and I catch my first glance of my room for the night.  “No no no Daddy!  I don’t need the cage!”

  “Yes, you do. If you’re going to act like a brat, then it’s straight to the brat cage for you.”

  “Please No Daddy…” I beg as he places me on the ground and nudges my bum with his foot.  I relent and crawl in.

  It is a nice cage.  Large, filled with comfortable pillows and cosy blankets, but there’s not enough room for me to fully spread out, but just enough for me to curl up into a ball.

  There’s no escaping this.

  Daddy opens the cage one more time and hands Mr. Bear Bear to me.  I grasp onto him tightly as Daddy puts the padlock on the cage, locking me and Mr. Bear Bear inside.  

  Daddy crouches down in front of me, twiddling something in his fingers. “Comfy?” 

  I nod and respond, straining my eyes to see what he has.

  “Ok,” He says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.  He places it on a plate right next to my cage…

  …a cookie?

  I look at daddy nervously.  He smiles.  

  “If you can get to it… you can have it”

  I immediately stick my hand through the bars of the cage, eager to claim my prize, but Daddy was too fast and moved the plate just out of reach, leaving my fingers grasping at air.  

  I whimper and look back at Daddy as he gets back into bed.

  "Now go to sleep.  You got your wish and it’s no longer Daytime, but it’s bedtime.  Goodnight Little One.”

  I reach out for the cookie, my fingers grazing the plate, but frustration washes over me, and I finally give in. With a sigh, I curl up in the soft blankets, clutching Mr. Bear Bear, letting his presence comfort me in my disappointment.

The cookie would have to wait.  There was no escape for me tonight.  

A character that escapes something/uses escapism as a coping method.

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

CW: ABDL, cucking, humiliation

Bricks & Babies

“What do you mean we’re playing Legos for our date with Miss Mallory tonight?” Erica protests as her hands are swallowed by the soft, pink mittens Mommy threatened her with earlier that day. She squeezes her hands, groping the poofy padding. “I won’t be able to put the pieces together with these on! This isn’t fair!”

Bailey tuts, looking down at her wife, frustrated after a long day of putting up with Erica’s bratty attitude. “I warned you, sweetie,” Mommy’s tone turned syrupy sweet and sinister for emphasis, reducing Erica’s strident complaints down to an anxious mumble.

“I warned you that if you couldn’t control yourself at the mall today, then date night might not be as fun for you, didn’t I?” The baby girl just crosses her arms and pouts, knowing deep down that she did earn this punishment. “That’s right, you were in a mood all day, weren’t you?” Mommy continues, pinching Erica’s chin between her finger and thumb, “So rude to that barista, and then you wouldn’t even try on the pretty dress I found for you!”

“But it was so short! It wasn’t gonna cover my diap-” Erica’s whining is quickly snuffed out by the big pacifier that Mommy hid behind her back. “Nuh uh, Mommy’s talking sweetie! Where was I?” Bailey coos, taking her enthralled wife by the hand, leading her to the spacious living area in their cozy apartment. Mommy had set up the center table with two chairs on either side, facing each other. It was clearly set up for a competition of some kind, but it was going to put someone in a regular adult chair against a little baby girl in her high chair!

“M-Mama, wha’th goin’ on?” Baby Erica lisps out, but before Mommy can respond, the bell rings.

“Awww yay! Miss Mallory is here!” Bailey giggles, visibly excited for the throuple’s date. She sets her diapered wife in the high chair and straps her in. As she goes to open the door, Bailey fixes her hair. While Bailey and Erica had been married for years, they agreed their kinky dynamic needed another person. The women dated around, passing on several suitors before meeting Mallory. The confident business executive identified Bailey and Erica’s relationship immediately, knowing they were exactly the women she was looking for as well.

Mommy opens the door, and in strides Miss Mallory, both women in awe of her beauty. Mallory’s tall, curvy figure and personality fills the room. She scoops Bailey into her arms, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Erica stares enviously, knowing exactly what Mommy and her are doing. She gets so squirmy when Mommy cucks her, and since they fell for Mallory, Erica’s kinks have been in overdrive.

“Hello darling! I’ve missed you so much!” Her light accent makes both Bailey and Erica melt a little. She kicks off her tall heels and strides across the room towards the baby in her high chair. “How are your nappies my precious babe?” Miss Mallory gives Erica a gentle kiss on the top of her head and then an adorable little nose kiss. While she’s distracted by the belittling affection, the larger woman sneaks her finger down Erica’s diaper. “Oh my, someone is already damp, isn’t she?” Bailey bounces over, rejoining her date.

“Are you ready for our game tonight honey?” Bailey’s hands are all over Mallory, right in front of Erica.

“Yes! I’ve been dying to know, you’ve been so mysterious about it!” Bailey leads Mallory into the seat opposing Erica, who gulps nervously. She thought they were all gonna build Legos today, what’s going on?

Erica’s transparent face makes her wife giggle excitedly. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for both of you! I thought we’d play a little game with some fun stakes tonight!” Bailey pulls out two boxes of Legos from under the table. Well, on Mallory’s side is a box of Legos. In front of Erica sits a big box of Duplos! Her jaw drops, paci hanging out from between her lips.

“Mama!!! You thaid I’d pway wif Wegos! ‘Dese awe fow babies!” Erica realizes what she said when instead of arguing back, Mommy and Miss Mallory just laugh out loud. The baby just sinks deeper into her seat, so pouty and so turned on by her abject humiliation.

“That’s right sweetie! You complained so much about your cute mittens, I thought these would be the best way for you to play!” Miss Mallory chuckles along, adding, “I’ve never actually played with these, you might have a chance in our game darling!”

Bailey smiles and begins laying out the rules. “Both Mallory and Baby Erica will have to make the same things out of their plastic blocks and whoever makes the best ones gets to sleep with Mommy tonight! And yes sweetie, that means cummies for you if you win!” That’s the last straw for Erica, the blushiness of the competition reducing her to her smallest.

“Mama! Tha’th not faiw! I can’ win wif Dupwos!” Bailey tuts again, glaring into her wife’s whining eyes, “No? Well maybe you shouldn’t have been such a brat today! Besides, I already decided since Miss Mallory is a grown up, she should have an extra rule. She’ll have to follow the instructions perfectly! Any mistakes, and you will automatically win. How does that sound?” Erica relaxes, her eyes big. Maybe there’s a chance she can spend the night with Mommy?

“I gueth tha’th otay…” Bailey rolls her eyes, looking back at her date. “Sound fun babe? We’ve been wanting to introduce you to Legos for a while now!” Miss Mallory puts her hand up on Bailey’s cheek and gives her another passionate kiss with lots of tongue, giving Erica quite the show. “This is perfect Bailey dear, I cannot wait to win you tonight!” She giggles, flashing Erica that wide smile that tells the little girl how much she loves her too. Erica blushes happily, settling in for the game.

“Alright ladies and babies! Your first challenge is: make a woman!” Erica opens her box frantically before realizing how difficult this is going to be. Her box is filled with primary colored squares and bricks, nothing else! She looks across the table at Mallory’s large brick box, filled with all different colors and shapes. Mallory and Bailey are laughing as the British woman flips through the instructions, trying to find the right directions.

Erica struggles, realizing how creative she’ll have to be. She has to use both hands, slowly stacking bricks on top of blocks, making an abstract curvy shape that’s red, yellow, and blue. Maybe it could pass on a restroom sign? Done quickly, she watches as Mallory struggles to find the right bricks in her unorganized pile. It isn’t fair! Erica could build the easy design so quickly if she had the chance, Mallory is so slow! But the beautiful woman diligently puts the various pieces together, revealing an adorable little woman in a purple dress.

Bailey gives both creations a thoughtful evaluation. “Mallory wins! Sorry sweetie, I do love abstract art, but look at her cute dress!” Mommy plays with the brick woman in front of Erica before giving the bricks back to the contestants. “Next, I want you both to make a bicycle! Well, baby girl, why don’t you make a tricycle? That’s more appropriate for you!”

Pouting, feeling the game rigged against her, Erica tries again. Three different colored squares attach to the bottom of a brick, with two more on top as the handlebars. Frustrated at her lack of detail, she looks at the cute design Mallory finishes, much more quickly than last time. Bailey giggles at Erica’s pile of squares before looking over the bicycle across the table. “Oh Mallory, you forgot the back light! That means Erica automatically wins Round 2!” Mallory smiles wider, feeling the competition with the little girl across from her.

“I won? I won!” Erica squeals happily, her mood completely turning around now that she’s tied with Miss Mallory. “I wanna make c-cummieth tho bad Mama!” The bigger women laugh.

“I know you do sweetie, and you might actually have that chance! For our final round, why don’t you both make me…” Mommy thinks carefully, letting the anticipation build. “Let’s do something a little more interesting…” She flips to the back of Mallory’s book, making the woman giggle uncontrollably.

“Darling, that’s so risque!” As Bailey circles around the table towards Erica, Miss Mallory undoes one of the buttons on her blouse, giving the little girl a glimpse of her beloved cleavage.

“See this sweetie?” Bailey blocks Erica’s view for a moment, holding up a picture of the big dildo she uses with Erica in bed! “Go ahead sweetie, make Mommy’s cock!” Erica turns beet red, the only way she’ll be able to represent it is in size! While Mallory can recreate the plunger base, rubber balls, and curved shaft in the pretty rainbow pattern, all Erica can do is stack differently colored squares on top of each other!

Bailey wastes no time on judging the two phallic designs, “Mallory that’s so cute! Let’s put that on display with the rest of our Legos!” Bailey sings a little victory song as she crowns her date the winner, placing the toy dildo on the mantle next to the flowers Erica made her last week.

“Don’t you think it’s SO good, sweetie? Congratulate Miss Mallory on being such a good Lego builder!” I’m so frustrated, all my pent up feelings roaring back in my princess parts at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“C-Congwatuwations Mith Mawwowy…” Her pacified lisp sounds extra pathetic as Mommy secures her wrists to the high chair’s tray. She and Mallory lift the little baby into the bedroom, placing her at the foot of the large bed. Before making her wife watch Mallory plow her with the dildo she just made out of bricks, Bailey leans into Erica’s ear.

“You were such a creative baby girl tonight, so I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to play with yourself while Miss Mallory enjoys her spoils! Love you, darling!” Mommy squeals and dives into Miss Mallory's waiting arms, both women eager to perform for the restrained diaper girl.

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

  CW: ABDL, DDL, Impact Play, Diapers, Wetting, Little POV

It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

I whimper as I hear Daddy come up behind me while I’m standing in the corner.  I hear him sigh with disappointment and the clink and rustle of his belt coming undone.

  “I’m sorry Daddy…”

  “Hush,” Daddy says sternly.  He gently grabs my arm and leads me to the bed, bending me over at the waist and pushing my face into the blankets.  He maneuvers my arms into position, with my hands resting on the small of my back.  “Keep them there, I don’t want to hit your fingers by accident.”

  I nod as I turn my head to lay on my cheek, just in time to see Daddy lay his belt down next to me.  I feel his hands around my waist, gently tugging my jeans down.

  “Step out.”

  I obey.  I feel Daddy’s hands at my waist again, this time wedging my pullup in between my buttcheeks, exposing as much flesh as possible.  His hands return to mine as he ensures my arms haven’t moved.  He leans forward and kisses the top of my head.

  “You know the drill, 20 spanks, then a break…Ok?” His hands move up to my back as he rubs my back soothingly.  “If you have a good enough apology, we end there… if not, 20 more.”

  I nod and immediately tense up as I hear him stand. The floorboards creak and his hand appears in front of me, grabbing the belt and holding it out for me.   

  “Kiss for comfort?” He asks.  I can almost hear the smile on his face as I pucker my lips and press them against the belt.  The smell of leather embeds itself in my mind, making me recall all the previous times I disappointed him.

  I am quickly dragged back to the present moment as I feel Daddy gently caress my thigh, right before hearing him wind up, the whistle of the belt, and the loud SMACK that precedes the jolt of pain and the recoil throughout my body.  

  I respond immediately, burying my face into the blankets on the bed, and whimpering intensely into them.  

  “Let’s work on your counting Babykins.  Can you count for me?” Daddy says from behind me. 

  “One” I say my voice still muffled by the blankets

  “I need to hear you.”

  I bring my head up to repeat myself, only for Daddy to take the opportunity to hear me cry out unmuffled.  I hear the belt whistle through the air again and make contact.  My reaction is uncontrollable.  I cry out “Aughhh! OWIE,” almost against my will. 

  I hear Daddy stifle a laugh, my childlike reaction causing him to briefly break the intensity of the scene.  Quickly recovering he asks me again, “How many was that?” 

  “Two” I say returning my head to its normal position with my face buried back in the blankets.

  The rest of the spanks carried on without much fanfare, with us carrying out our normal routine.  Halfway through Daddy gently takes my hand and I squeeze it, letting him know I am ok to continue.  With five to go Daddy slows down, giving me more time to recover.  The last two Daddy tells me to start thinking about my apology.  

  Then the last one.  Daddy loves taking his time on this one, letting me simmer with the stings of all the previous spanks still fresh on my mind.  With my head still buried in the blankets I do my best to try and deduce what he is planning next. 

  I hear him take a step forward and place his hand on the bed next to me.  I feel his lips on the back of my head as he kisses me, then stands up.  “Sit tight for me.  I’ll be back in a bit” 

  I hear Daddy’s footsteps go towards the door, then the sound of the door closing and the latch securing, locking me in.  For the first time since we started I relax.  I move my arms up to the bed next to me and unclench muscles that I didn’t realize were clenched.  

  I know better than to move from my position, but my curious mind was getting the better of me.  I tilt my head sideways again to see the belt laying next to me again.  I do my best to look around some more without moving that much, keeping my head down and my rear sticking out as instructed.  Unfortunately there was nothing within my eyeline to entertain me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.  

  I hear Daddy moving around in the other room, the clinking of a glass, then footsteps, then… silence.

  I strain my ears, eager to hear something else, some sort of indication of his presence… his return… but there is nothing.    

  It’s never silent in the Nursery.  

  I shudder as it hits me how quiet it actually is.  It’s never like this.  This space is usually brimming with the clink of my toys, gently droning of my cartoons, my giggles and Daddy’s reassurances.  But now simply lies enveloped in silence… and it’s incredibly overwhelming.  

  I shift my footing uncomfortably. The floor creaks under the change in pressure, the sound echoing like a gunshot, endlessly through the room.  Slowly I feel the tension in my ears growing.  I am longing to hear something…anything from the other room.  Any sign that my Daddy is returning, is present…is at least thinking of me?  

  Nothing…Until…

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  What is that? I think to myself as I strain my ears to hear again.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  The clock! I think to myself.  I can count the ticks! 

  I start counting, excited to have something to do.

  121…122…123… That got boring fast. I return back to looking around trying to find something to capture my attention.  Boredom setting in fast the pressure of the silence grows in my ears again.  

  And now there was another pressure starting to grow…

See, I had been out the night before, something that doesn’t happen often without Daddy because my shy little self usually can’t be dragged out of the house. But I had the chance to reconnect with some old friends, so I decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, I ended up being out way past my curfew, which normally, that wouldn’t be a problem if I’d just let Daddy know.  Instead, I made the brilliant decision to turn off my phone, not wanting to spoil the fun for myself and my friends.

Three hours after my curfew, I stumbled home half-drunk, only to find Daddy waiting for me… and he was not pleased.  He cleaned me up, stripped me of my going-out outfit, and locked me in my room with Advil, a large water bottle, and a pullup “Just in case.”

Tick…Tick…Tick…

  I eagerly listen for any sign of movement in the other room…but again…nothing

I start shifting around uncomfortably, hoping Daddy would come back soon and tell me what to do.  I whimper as even my movements weren’t helping the pressure on my bladder.

I start to panic some more, the growing urge to go setting off alarm bells in my head..  

“…Daddy?” I whisper into the silence.

  I hear a *whirr* behind me. The Nanny Cam! I hear a *click* as it locks into position

  “Yes?” I hear Daddy’s voice, mechanized by the nanny cams speaker.

  “I…Uh…Hafta pee Daddy!” I say hopefully.

  I hear the camera whirr and click again, then silence.

  “Daddy…?”

  Nothing.  No movement, no footsteps, nothing.  

  It’s never silent in the nursery.  

  I whimper again, almost as if to provide myself with some comfort from the silence as it sets back in. 

  Still in the agonizing position daddy put me in, I start gently releasing my pee into the pullup, hoping it won’t overflow. 

  The gentle hissing noise slowly fills the room, pushing away the silence slightly.

  Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss

  My confidence grows as time goes on, but eventually my control gives way, the full contents of my bladder flowing torrentially into my pullup…down my leg…onto the floor.

  Hissssssssssss….drip…drip…drip

  Eventually, what feels like after an eternity, the stream of water down my leg slows to a as the last of the pee drips from my leg.  

  The silence returns, accented by the tick of the clock and the drips of my pee.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “Daddy?” I whisper again anxiously. 

  Whirrrrrrr…Click…

  “…Yes?” The mechanized voice says again.

  “I…uh…had an accident”

  A sigh comes through the speaker.

  “And..?” The voice says

  “andddddd…Uhh…I love you Daddy!” I whisper, not sure what else to say. 

  More silence follows.

  “And…I’m sorry I stayed out too late…and didn’t check in with you…and for turning off my phone so you couldn’t track me…and for calling an uber instead of you to pick me up…and for drinking too much with my friends..and for being bratty when I got back…and for telling you you are a horrible daddy…and…and…and…” I babble on and on until I hear the click of the door open behind me.

  I quickly straighten up, moving my arms back, head forward, and sticking my rear end out again.

  I hear Daddy slowly walk over to me and feel the bed dip down.  I turn my head to see him sitting next to me.  He puts his hand on my cheek.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “It’s ok Babykins,” He whispers, comforting me “I know you weren’t thinking straight last night.”

  I start to stand up straight only for him to put his hand on my back to keep me pinned down.

  “No no no,” Daddy murmurs quietly.  “You still have at least one more spank little one.  And I don’t want you spreading your mess all over the place” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  I look anxiously at him as he gets back up, He lowers the belt to my lips once more.

  “Kiss for comfort?” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

I pucker my lips again and brace for the last hit, knowing Daddy won’t hold back with this being the final one. 

  “Ok Daddy, I’m ready,” I whisper quietly

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  Daddy repositions himself behind me and gently grazes my thighs with the belt, before bringing the belt down a final time.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip… SMACK.

  The sound fills the room, breaking the silent tension that had been building since he left.  My cry echos in response, because as predicted, he did not hold back.  

  @#$%!…Mmph…Nnh…Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “…20” I whimper out painfully, my pain muffled by the blankets.  

  The simmering of my rear end had left me very sensitive, with the welts and bruises forming from the previous nineteen spanks making everything nice and tender. Immediately feel Daddy’s hand is back in mine, squeezing it, making sure I’m ok.  I squeeze back.

  “Ok Babykins that’s it,” Daddy says soothingly,” I think you learned your lesson,” He places his belt down next to me and gently removes my arms from my back while helping me stand up straight.  “Stay here, I’ll go get the towels,”  he says, leaving the room to gather the necessary supplies.

  Alone again, but this time, the atmosphere had changed.  I look down at the puddle I made, seeing how far it had spread across the floor.  

  My eyes then make contact with the mirror.  I turn my rear end towards it trying to see the extent of the damage.  I let out a slight grin as I see the welts and bruises starting to form.  As much as the spankings hurt, I do like how well they show up on my skin.

  My eyes then move over to my desk, where my new lego set lays half built, having been interrupted by my antics the night before.  

  My eyes then move to the doorway, left open by Daddy.  I see him closing the hall closet, with a towel thrown over his shoulder, my favorite stuffie tucked under his arm, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.  A warmth spreads through my chest as I know that Daddy was thinking about how to comfort me, even as he was punishing me.  

  Daddy comes back in and sees me smiling.  He looks curiously at me.

  “What’s up Babykins?” He says, setting down the cup of hot chocolate on the table and handing my stuffie to me.

  “Nothing.  Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a Daddy like you.” I say sweetly, beaming up at him, eagerly grabbing my stuffie and pulling it close to my chest.

  “Awww,” he smiles back, kissing me on the cheek in response. He gently tears my soggy pullup and starts to clean me up. 

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  Daddy grabs a fresh pullup from my closet and sits down on the bed, holding it open for me.  “Step in,” He says, his eyes warmly meeting mine.

  I meet his gaze, I lift my foot and step in, letting him raise the pull up into position.  I can’t help but smile a little more as he helps adjust it around my waist.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

I playfully run around the room, testing the fit, causing Daddy to chuckle.  “I think this might be some of your best work yet Daddy” I say, running back to show him the marks.

“Oh yeah?” He says spinning me around for a better look. “Hmmm you might be right.  This one will bruise nicely” He says pressing down on it with his thumb.

  “Hey hey hey!” I say wiggling away from him. “Stop it!”

  “Nuh-uh.  Come here.” He says grabbing my arm as I try to escape.  He pulls me onto the bed with him.  I happily settle next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding me.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…did you really say owie?  Like was that on purpose or a reflex?”

  I blush and nod, my head still resting on his shoulder. “…I’ll leave it up to your imagination…”

  He chuckles again, putting his arm around me and resting his head on mine.

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…I actually am sorry.  It was stupid for me not to text you back.  I can understand how worried you were.” I whisper quietly after a bit.  

  Daddy says nothing at first, but pulls me further onto the bed so we are both comfortably laying down, my head resting on his chest, his arms tightly around me.  

  “I know sweetie,” He says, “Just tell me next time, ok?  I just want to know you are safe.”

  I nod, wrapping my arms around my stuffie, holding him the same way Daddy holds me.

  Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…

  Daddy’s heartbeat rhythmically playing with the tick of the clock.  The gentle rise of his chest comforting me as I feel his breath against my head, hear it run through my hair, brush past my ear.

  Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

  I close my eyes, embracing my tiredness leftover from the night before.  I slowly feel myself drifting off to sleep.

  Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

My little one awoke. The rustling mattress cover told me that much, and right on time, too. The bottle warmer rang out right on cue and I tested it on my wrist. The door to her nursery creaked open and there she was, beautiful and not awake enough to have stirred much from her crib. She was blindfolded, of course, and her oversized silencer pacifier paired perfectly with it. The crib bars went thunk and the mattress crinkled louder, then grew silent. Two pairs of diapers, one louder than the other, graced the nursery, ended in a pointed thump against the wall. I made a point to remember to move the feeding chair away next time. Just as I have for the past week. But of course, that wasn’t important right now. What was, was the sound of suckling, the hiss of the straw inside working its magic to keep the pressure constant. No need to rest as my little one steadily drained the bottle. Long, slow breaths. Deep, strong breaths. I was a very, very proud mama, and her little squirms as I gave her a nice long sigh and a smooch on the forehead always brought a smile to my face. All too soon, the burble of milk turned into the drier sound of air and with a pop, the bottle tapped on the table before I shifted her to face me instead of laying in my lap. Burp! Rather unladylike, I have to admit, but she wasn’t much of a lady, and I was happy to keep it that way. Speaking of unladylike, the soft noises from my little one told me she was about to need her morning change. She squeezes my arms with her soft hands, sniffling and shuffling slightly. I feel her tense up and push, knees spreading pushing further into the chair’s fabric. The earthy scent of her accident is muted by her padding, mingling with the scent of baby powder and eucalyptus. The air freshener spritzed like clockwork and she moaned a little, suckling on her pacifier oh so cutely. Pop pop pop went the snaps! Woosh went the powder! Thunk went the old diaper, into the plastic lined pail. The air filled with the chorus of plastic being shaken and fluffed before meeting the waterproof changing table with a scritch. Four tapes made quiet rips, then four more as they were adjusted just right, then more crinkles as the leak guards were prepped for the day ahead. A quick raspberry for good measure, causing the little one to squeal, before three more pops in reverse and, ready for the day, two sets of crinkles left the nursery.

TW: Ageplay, diapers, humiliation, bedwetting, spanking, manipulation

This story was inspired by and costars (with her permission) the wonderful @dearchloe. Go check out her amazing work!

"No, Mister, no way! You have wet the bed five of the last six nights. I am done playing around. Five nights of wet pull-ups in a week means you sleep in the nursery until you can prove you deserve otherwise. No exceptions!" Miss Chloe lectured me as she fought to get me diapered and dressed for bed.

Miss Chloe, the domineering British woman who had shown up at my door one day, declared she was my Nanny, and somehow took over my life like an AB/DL Mary Poppins, wasn't wrong. I had wet the bed five of the last six nights, and I had invoked her prescribed consequence of having to move into my guest room turned nursery until I could prove I could keep my pants dry overnight.

Of course, it didn't matter to Miss Chloe that my accidents had all been her fault.

“It’s nap time my love, get some good rest”

You coo up at your caregiver, reaching your mitted hands up and out to them. They smile down, give you one last squeeze and exit the room swiftly. You watch as the door closes and clicks, looking for a few more moments before your eyes wandered to the ceiling. Right above you was your favorite mobile, with little cows and moons dancing, with a light lullaby came through it. You bobbled your head to it a little and reached up with your mitts, the small bells attached to them, giving a soft jingle. The more your ears adjusted to the quiet room, the lullaby became a little louder, causing your breathing to slow.

You let your eyes dance around the room that you had so lovingly put together with you CG. It had been a dream to put together your nursery with them and you took pride in it. Your eyes catch the colorful mirror and through it you catch a glimpse of the prisms in the window,stretching rainbows across the floor. They made small tinkling noises as they bumped against each other and the window. You close your eyes, still seeing the dancing rainbows behind your eyes as your ears continue to adjust.

There was a light breeze outside and you could hear the tree bumping against the window, along with shuttering of leaves each time the wind blew. The small sound of the squirrel scratching his way up the tree, the birds talking to one another from branch to branch made you smile around your paci, bringing further peace over your mind.

You could hear your CG downstairs as they cleaned and moved around the house, taking advantage of your nap time. There are small shuffles and a small meow as one of your cats stops in front of your door, but you can hear it pad off after a few minutes, leaving you back to your nursery.

You adjust to your side, the pleasant sound of your cotton onesie sliding against the sheets and your skin coming through very soft, contrasted by the crinkles of your diaper which seem to ring out in the quiet room. All of it reminding you that you are where you’re meant to be. Wrapped up, cozy and tight in your safe space, your nursery.

The last thing you hear as you drift off is the baby monitor right by your crib

cw: abdl, Mdlb, cucking

That’s right honey; Mommy will be back soon. Be a good boy and play with your cars. I love you.”

His mommy walked out of the nursery in her pretty red heels with her little black dress on, and he knew her friend was coming over soon. She only got dressed like that when her friend was coming for dinner.

The cars were just across the room on the big mat with all the roads and buildings with the Mickey Mouse theme. The baby crawled over for some playtime like Mommy suggested, his eyes on the car that had Mickey in the front seat. It was red just like his onesie!

“Unghh—-”

He began to hear Mommy’s voice from outside the nursery, followed by a heavy bang against the wall. Nothing new there. Every time Mommy’s big man friend came over, there were always weird little noises the baby never heard otherwise.

“Vroooooooom—Hot dog! There’s so much to do before Minnie’s tea party!”, the baby did his best car and Mickey impressions while lying on his tummy. Mickey was going over to the clubhouse! The baby zoomed the car over to the structure where all the other cars were parked already. There weren’t enough friends there, so “Mickey” called Goofy.

“Hiya Goof! Are you coming today to Minnie’s surprise tea party? I need some help decorating the clubhouse to make it special for her.”

“Gawrsh Mickey! I’ll be right over!” The baby reached as far as he could to bring Goofy’s yellow car closer to the clubhouse.

The baby lifted his head momentarily at the sound of his mommy’s high-pitched gasp for air, followed by a low groan that could only be the man’s. The baby hoped his mommy was okay. It sounded like her friend could be hurting her. Why else would his mommy be so loud without words?

He shook his head and went back to his cars. In his world, Mickey was running around the clubhouse grounds placing tablecloths on the tables. Goofy was just arriving and happy to help Donald Duck hang the twinkle lights around the tea party area. Everything was looking so good, and they would be ready for Minnie soon!

There was another groan coming from out of the room, but the baby didn’t pay any attention to it as he started to very slowly move Minnie’s pink car with the white polka dots towards Daisy’s house to pick her up. The wheels made a little squeak as they rolled against the mat. Silly Daisy, she needed Minnie’s help choosing which purple dress she wanted to wear to the clubhouse today. Daisy was in on the birthday surprise and wanted to give the boys more time to set up and make things perfect for her best friend.

Pete arrived at the clubhouse last with a bunch of scones and small finger sandwiches. He was so proud of them, having worked all morning to get them just right. He didn’t think he should have to help the other boys set up the tea party decorations. The baby rolled his eyes. Pete was always his least favorite character.

“Uh! UHHH!!! ALMOST THERE!!!”, the baby heard his mommy’s voice but didn’t bother to stop playing. She said she was almost there, right? That must mean he is almost going to be allowed out of his nursery. He needed to get this tea party going as the last thing he wanted was for Mommy to burst in and say it was bedtime before the day at the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was over!

Daisy and Minnie finally were ready to go over to the clubhouse. The baby zoomed the car to the clubhouse grounds and parked it, pretending that there were big bushes blocking their view from the tea party the boys had set up. He moved Minnie closer to her surprise just as he heard something slam into the outside of his nursery’s wall. A big sigh and groan came from the other side of the wall again.

“SURPRISE MINNIE!”, the Clubhouse gang all cried out. Minnie was so excited by all the decorations and the fact that all her friends were there, that the baby didn’t realize he was being watched by Mommy and her friend through the open doorway.

“Wow babe… That’s your husband? He’s wearing a diaper playing with cars…” Mommy’s friend kept his voice low, almost so low that the baby didn’t register it at all. The friend didn’t seem to like him very much.

All characters are 18+

cw: abdl, messy diapers, diaper change

“Stop, stop, stop.”

Kayleigh obediently stopped, mid-verse, and stepped back, turning to face Ava, the director, who stood at the back of the auditorium. Grace, who was the musical director but also the pianist, and therefore facing in the opposite direction, gave the leading actress a sympathetic grin and pushed her stool away from the keyboard, reaching down for the water bottle that they all knew was a necessity if they wanted to make it through the long hours of rehearsal in this overheated room without gaining blinding headaches along the way.

“Everything OK?”

“It’s missing something,” the director declared, and Kayleigh worked very hard not to roll her eyes. A similar declaration had been made at least three times a day ever since they started rehearsing for this production. Plenty of somethings had been added, and most of them had been taken out again shortly afterwards when the director changed her mind about it after a night’s sleep.

But it was just one of those things that you had to put up with when you did amateur dramatics — you got amateur directors.

“Like what?” Kayleigh inquired, as politely as she could manage, sitting down on the stage with an audible squish and crossing her legs. She’d been standing, walking, and dancing for four hours and counting by now, and if there was an opportunity for an impromptu break then she was absolutely going to take it. “A tap routine? Or a male voice choir? Or a saxophone solo? Or —”

“No, no, none of that. It needs more whimsy. Something like…” The director paused. “Kay, would you stand up and sit down again for me?”

The actress shrugged. “Sure?” She hopped up to her feet and then, somewhat awkwardly, sat down again. Same squish.

“I thought I heard something!”

“Yeah, I need a change.” Kayleigh brushed a hand through her hair. “Sorry, and all that, but —”

“No, no, don’t you see? It’s perfect! That’s what we need!”

Kayleigh and Grace exchanged a series of looks, and at long last, Kayleigh accepted defeat. “What’s what we need?”

“More verisimilitude!”

“Bless you.”

“You’re a baby, right? So why are you standing singing sophisticated stuff with harmonies and counterpoints?”

Grace intervened. “Because that’s what you asked me to write.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Ava waved a dismissive hand. “But it doesn’t fit! And now I know why! It’s too grown-up.”

“Too grown-up?”

“We have a nursery setting, so we need nursery music!”

“Like… The Wheels on the Bus?”

“No, no. This is an original musical.”

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

“What we need,” Ava continued, the light of creation in her eyes, “is a score that feels at home in a nursery. We need rattles. We need banging blocks. We need a kind of… nursery ambience. The authentic sounds of the nursery.”

“I cannot conceivably score a musical for rattle and teething ring, Ava.”

“Sure you can.”

Kayleigh stifled a yawn. “So are you guys going to need me for this? Only like I said, I could kinda use a change.”

“And it’s past her naptime,” Grace added, striking a gentle discord on the piano. “Let her go, Ava. She’ll only get fussy otherwise, and we need to work on this.”

The director sighed. “Fine, whatever. Will you put her down, Grace? I’ll try and brainstorm a bit.”

“I guess.” Grace stood up from the stool and stretched, her shoulders cracking. “Ready, Kay?”

“Sure.” The actress got up, taking her friend’s hand. “See you, Ava.”

“See you, Kay. Have a good nap.”

The two exited stage right, leaving the auditorium through a little-used side door, and began the short walk back to Kayleigh’s nearby accommodation.

“Do you think we’re ever actually gonna finish?”

Grace sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine. She doesn’t seem to get it. I can’t just write whole new songs overnight. Maybe there are people who can, but I’m not one of them, and if it goes on like this much longer, there won’t be anything left of the original concept at all.”

Kayleigh squeezed her shorter friend’s hand tightly. “I know you can do it.”

Grace laughed briefly. “Swap you? You write it, I’ll sing it.”

“I don’t think that would end well.” Kayleigh fumbled in her pocket to find her room key, letting them both into her apartment, and Grace wrinkled her nose as they entered.

“Wow, you really do need a change.”

The actress blushed. “Sorry. It was that curry night at the students’ union.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Get your butt on the mat, girl.”

Meekly, Kayleigh laid down on the changing mat which was the centrepiece of her living space, and there was a rustle of fabric as Grace flipped up the other girl’s skirt.

“You reek. Well, here goes nothing.” As was her wont, Grace began humming something faintly soothing under her breath. Whether she meant to calm herself or Kayleigh, the latter was never entirely sure, but it was nice, and so she didn’t question it. She wriggled a little on the mat as the other girl gave her bum an exploratory squeeze, and then couldn’t help giggling as Grace tore the four tapes, one by one, perfectly in time with the rhythm of her tune.

“What are you humming?”

“It’s, uh…” Grace frowned and hummed a few more bars as she tried to remember. “No idea. Something I made up, I think. I always just think of it as Kayleigh’s Stinky Song.”

The actress attempted to swat her friend’s face, but the other girl pulled back and she missed dramatically. “It’s cool, I like it. Title needs some work, though.”

“It’s nothing special.” Grace peeled back the front of her friend’s nappy and pulled a face. “Girl, we are so totally doing something about your diet. This is gross.”

“I can change myself, you know.”

“Eh, what are friends for?” The humming resumed as Grace pulled the baby wipes towards her and opened the lid of the packet with a click.

Kayleigh lay back and enjoyed the tickle of the wipes against her skin, and the soothing notes of the music. “Grace?”

“Yeah?”

“You know that thing you’re humming?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you say it’s an original soundtrack?”

Halfway across Kayleigh’s bottom, the wipe paused, and so did the tune.

“You know, I guess I would.”

“The authentic sounds of the nursery, right?”

“And nurseries don’t get much more authentic than this.”

CW: degradation, bondage (rope and cuffs), penitration (anal, toys and fingers), wax play, impact play, sensory deprivation, objectification. 

Sometimes I’m just in the mood to create. It strikes me in my most passionate moments, I feel the itch, it starts to consume my mind, engulf my being. Today the desire has been smoldering in my stomach for hours, but obviously I cannot just start creating. I need my materials, my tools, so I start to gather what I need. Of course an artist needs a way to frame their art, some materials to make pretty colors, and maybe even something to write my signature on the bottom. Oh and of course I need a canvas.

I texted her and told her that I want her to get naked, put on a blind fold, put on red lipstick, leave out the lipstick, and kneel in the center of the room. With my materials stuffed in a duffle bag in the back seat of my car, I pull into the driveway of her house. Gathering myself, I walk into the front door, I don’t know why I bother to make sure I looked good, she would be blindfolded. Tip tap tip tap, my boots click on the hardwood floor as I walk down the hall. She perked up as soon as I walk into the room, straightening her chest as to present herself as my object to mold as I want. “Good evening my pretty pretty darling” I walk over to the beautiful naked woman, her nipples showing how completely aroused she is to be waiting for me in such a vulnerable position. I brush my hand against her cheek which startles her at first but immediately she pushes her had against it as I take my thumb and press it against her lips. She immediately starts sucking on it.

“Today you are gonna be art”, I place the duffle bag on the ground sauntering over to the lipstick on a side table nearby. “You are only beautiful when I make you beautiful”, the words slip out of my mouth as if they were a cloud of cigarette smoke, “and today I will make sure it is obvious that I can make you the center piece of any art gallery”. She was always beautiful to me but I knew what I was doing, the poor girl got off on her self worth being reliant on me. I was her owner after all. “Of course every piece of art needs a title” I crouch down in front of her and she immediately whines a little bit, she can sense my presence but obviously has no clue what I am doing. I start to write across her forehead “My Pretty”, then I grab her face and jerk it to the side and start writing “WHORE”, with the O as her mouth. “Beautiful, I am inspired. A title that could not be more appropriate for a piece of art”.

“Thank you sir” she says and ends with a gasp because I have grabbed her face again.

“I’ve never seen a piece of art that talks to me” I growled putting a red ball gag in her mouth. I can tell she’s really into it now, her breathing has started to git heavier, her hips going higher and higher in subconscious desperation for me to play with her. “I will be taking any excessive talking as an attempt to use a safeword, so try to keep yourself quiet”

Now that she has a title and is set to be my canvas, I wonder what I should do next. Every good piece of art must be displayed, how shall I display my art. She’s already in the middle of the room which is perfect, but she needs to be spread out. I need to be able to see all of her, a crumpled up piece of paper rarely gets seen. I grab my rope out of the bag and grab her hair and watch her struggle to try and keep up with standing up before it hurts too much. I hear her trying to breath through the gag, she can’t help it, she’s just trying to survive currently. In a moment I grab her wrists and put them together behind her. I grab her neck and let her lay her head onto my shoulder. “What should I do to make you prettier” I say as my hand slowly walks down to her hard nipple. She gives a soft moan into my neck as I tease her, just slowly moving my finger back and forth across her nipple. Then I start tying, starting with her wrists to keep them together behind her back.

Then once her wrists are tied I move the rope around the top of her breast, making sure I get as close to her as possible so she feels my hard cock against her. Going around twice but on the second pass I wrap around the beginning of the tie and pull slowly as I see the tie tightening around her. The poor girl lets out what I can only assume is a “Oh god” as the rope starts to dig into her skin. Then I do the same this time going under her breasts. Finally after two passes I tie the tie into the wrist restraints and tie it the the eye hook on the ceiling, tight enough to keep her still but not enough that she can’t be comfortably flat footed. It looks beautiful the knot in the back is something that I feel can be described as a rose. While the front just shows two boarders that are just framing her beautiful breasts perfectly as if in a picture frame. I play with my art, I spin her around slowly mostly because I can but also to see how I want her to look in the lighting. I run my fingers along the rope, feeling how tight it is against her body. But I eventually give my master piece some relief, I let my hands wander down to her dripping desperate pussy. She lets out a noise as if its been stuck inside her waiting to be released. I play with her clit as I whisper, “You were waiting for that huh kiddo, but there’s still so much art left to make.”

I think it’s time to set a center focus, I take some lube and slowly but consistently start fingering her asshole as more close to heavy moans start to come from the gagged mouth, After I feel I have warmed her up I use a plug with a red jewel on the end into her ass. I stand back looking how absolutely beautiful she looks in this moment, she has started to drool onto her framed tits and I can’t find it much more beautiful. But I must. After a quick hand wash, I return to her body. My fingers start working on her pussy, exploring my canvas. How can I make art if I do not know my canvas inside and out. After I am satisfied with how much I know her, and she is equally unsatisfied with me stopping, I slip a remote vibrator in her and have it go on a loop of slowly going up and down in intensity.

It is time for me to use my most colorful of toys, but first a little warm up to get the canvas relaxed and full of color. I start to slap her ass with my hand as I put my other hand on her lower stomach to keep her still. After I feel she is warmed up and has stopped lifting her feet out of pain. I take my paddle and prepare to make her ass change colors to the most beautiful shade of purple. Normally I am intentional with my impact but this time, I am free and loose. I am a painter of an abstract painting letting my paint fly onto my canvas. Of course this is the loudest my art has been. She’s blissed out, constrained in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My silence adding to her objectification. I don’t see her human attributes just the pieces I can mold and manipulate.

Finally silence… I feel that the purple is the perfect color, not enough to detract from the pretty red jewel in the middle but enough to become a landscape of shifting colors that I could look at for hours. Her heavy breathing and slackness in her body shows me that she was ready to stop too, only showing a shiver when I can tell the vibrator is getting close to the top setting. “You’re not quite there yet, you haven’t been made perfect”, I reinforce her submission while giving her a symbol that she’s getting close to the end. I prepare for the next step, I am note quite done with colors but I want her in my arms. She needs to feel close to me, my art must love it’s creator, it must lust for it. That’s what ties everything together. I light a stick candle and grab my art from behind and start dripping the wax onto her breasts. The slowness of the dripping after the intensity of the spanking has tired out my art. She just lays in my neck flinching with each drip of wax as I whisper all the things that I know will turn her on confirmed by the soft moans in my ear.

Finally when I am satisfied with the way that the wax has patterned onto her, I put out the candle and admire from the front. It’s amazing, it’s intoxicating. I am glad she is blindfolded because the way that I can’t help but to stroke my cock at the sight of My Pretty Whore is embarrassing and feral. But I am not ready, I need anyone who sees my art to be engulfed as possible. It needs to be enthralling. I take a wand belt and strap it to perfectly lined up on her clit. My art is starts to moan, she needs it so bad but it’s not quite time. I then put ankle cuffs and spread her out with a spreader bar. With the way that I have tied her, she needs to be on her tippy toes to be comfortable. There is no art without pain right?

I’d love to read an enema predicament story. Maybe a lovely young woman gets in over her head, and agrees to help out a friend with their remodeling project to pay off her debts to them (or whatever scenario works?). She ends up being given an enema and has to complete a task before she messes herself or face serious consequences.

Forgive my terribly written ‘prompt’. I have no clue what I’m supposed to write here.

🫶🏻 👾

CW: Fluff, Diapers, Cg/l

You hadn’t been able to drop in ages, work had been extremely stressful, and your personal life? Forget it. There just wasn’t enough time in the day and your little had been pushed to the back, despite her protests.

The burden was starting to really weigh on you and your caregiver had noticed. While they weren’t your live in partner, they had an acute sense of what had been going on in your day to day, and had something planned for you.

You came home one day to a note on the outside of the door

“Good Evening, little sweet, you may enter but cover your eyes and head to your room”

She felt a familiar flutter in your tummy, this was completely unexpected, and you felt underprepared. However, you did as the note read, unlocked the door and entered with your hands over your eyes. Nudging the door closed with your hip, you follow the familiar path to your room

Walk down hallway, pass by living room and turn right. As you enter the room you allow you hands to drop. Sitting on your bed is your caregiver, eyes sparkling as they reach out to you “Baby Bear” they coo softly and you feel your eyelids start to drop.

Sitting next to them on the bed was one of your favorite diapers (bunnyhopps) and your favorite onesie, adorned with little cows and mushrooms. You allow them to lay to start to remove your clothes, and with every piece stripped away you start to relax further, leaning into the soft arms of your caregiver. They lay you back on your changing blanket and smile down at you, handing you a small fidget toy.

“Be a good Bean and play with this while I take care of it.” They pass you a small toy and You rattle it around, huffing that it didn’t help you drop fully. You felt on the edge, but small space seemed too elusive and you let out a small cry. Your caregiver looks up and smiles “grumpy baby, eh, maybe this will help” they pop your favorite pacifier in your mouth, immediately distracting you as you settle into a sucking rhythm. Before you know it, your taped, padded, and wrapped in soft cotton, they garb your hand and beam at you “are you ready, I made something special for you, Little”

Your heart skips and you giggle around your paci, nodding up and down, cooing your excitement. They open the door and lead you down the hallway again, to the main den.

The couch had been completely deconstructed, with your sheets draped over them. On the floor was an air mattress, on it was a snack plate, your bottle with your favorite juice, snacks and your comfort stuffie.

“I-I can’t believe this..” you mumble, looking up at them with stars in your eyes, feeling yourself relax into your own body, the familiar drop feeling taking you over as you are lead to the airmatress and sat down.

You look around and then back to your caregiver, a glaze falling over your eyes and a deep breath filling your lungs

By Sunset Ursule Bassette @pinkducttape

CW: diapers, spanking, mouthsoaping, extreme punishments, unsanitary play

Special thanks to @mommyvalfie for giving me good (and terrifying) suggestions for punishments!

Sobbing echoed through the house as you sat, fighting to keep a stern look on your face as you watched your Little struggle to clean the unspeakable mess they had made. It was hard to believe they had actually done something so childishly naughty, but you weren't really upset. How could you be, when this was exactly the behavior you'd be trying to encourage for so long?

Now, yes, when you'd gotten home from a long day of work to discover your precious baby had coated the wall of your office in a rainbow of muck and crayons, you'd been mad.

Furious, actually. They had broken so many rules in pursuit of their "art" beyond just making a mess: entering your office, not having a diaper on, unsupervised art supplies, and you're sure you could come up with more if you wanted.

But as you tired out your hand paddling them, you calmed down pretty quick. They had been left unsupervised, and had gotten so adorably regressed as they tried to make you a surprise, it was hard to stay mad.

Plus, it had given you an excuse to exercise your sadism a bit, you smile to yourself, remembering the last hour or so...

The first order of business was to clean up the puddle your distracted diaper-dumper left. You made them watch as you wiped it up with a clean diaper, then you assembled their markers and crayons and colored pencils on the floor, and made them kneel, holding the now soggy diaper to the wall with their nose.

"Bu-but Mommy, w-what if I peepee agai-i-innn?" They whimper, sobs making them hiccup through the question.

"Well pissy-pants, you've already gotten in a lot of trouble for going potties all over the floor, if you don't want to be in even bigger trouble, you'd better do your best to pretend to be a big kid and not get all the nice art supplies Mommy got you all soaky-woaky, shouldn't you?"

Leaving them to the time-out, you quickly got to work cleaning up the most egregious and disgusting parts of your Little's art project, making sure to document the process thoroughly so you could show it off to your friends and their subscribers.

With all the most toxic things scrubbed off your once-pristine wall, you grabbed your baby and laid them down, taping them into the cold, soggy diaper they'd been holding up. They, of course, tried to protest, but a few spanks to their rapidly bruising thighs quieted them.

It took more than a few spanks to keep your beloved stuffie-humper under control when they realized the next stage of their punishment, but they could hardly refuse you, so in went the soap, and the scrubbing began, bringing you back to the present as you lost the fight against a smile.

Your sub was just so adorable, hands planted firmly on top of their head, bruises on knees, bottom, and thighs combining with abject humiliation to leave them weeping as they tried desperately to use their soapy tongue to lick the wall clean.

As you watched them, ready to reapply the soap as soon as they flagged, debating if the rest of the evening should start with an enema, you felt your heart fill with love.

CW: DD/LG, bdsm, impact play, Sex (fingering cunnilingus), Anal (buttplug)

The best part about fall was that the holidays would be here soon. Nothing made her happier or more enthusiastic than doing all the seasonal things that were tradition for them. The pumpkin carving, the feasts, the parties, but her favorite tradition was decorating the house. Daddy did all the stuff outside the house, and she got full control over the inside. This year was slightly different though. Daddy had announced that morning of decorating that she was going to have a new challenge this year.

“Every hour I am going to come inside and spice up, no baby, not the pumpkin kind,” her face rose and fell at the word spice, “your decorating. You’ll see.” With a wink and a smirk, Daddy walked outside to begin his day of putting up all the Halloween decorations.

The pumpkin candle was lit, the cozy oversized Halloweentown sweatshirt was on, and the spooky playlist was playing. The vibes were right. Looking around the house and trying to remember what decorations went where last year and how they might be better suited other places this year, she got to work. She started in the dining room with her fake spider webs on the walls, the tiny spider rings scattered on them, and the bat wall decorations. She deemed it her creepy crawlies room.

Exactly one hour later, Daddy came in to check out her work.

This room was way better than the previous year, and he was pleased she had the forethought this year to pair decorations that matched. Even the tablecloth looked like it was right out of a cave.

“I’m so proud of you baby! Look at this place! This is the spirit!”, his voice rang with pride and joy. He pulled her close and kissed her neck at that special spot he knew drove her crazy. When she let out a whimper, he knew it was time to add some spice.

“Turn around and bend over the table.”

The sudden change of tone made her pussy start to drip as she lowered her chest to the table. She even spread her legs slightly, the desperation starting to set in.

“That’s right baby, let Daddy see what his words do to you.” His eyes zeroed in on the little trickle of wetness just starting to emerge from his little one.

He couldn’t resist dragging his finger up her slit and plunging it into her. Harder and harder he went until he felt her muscles tighten. “Thats right baby. You did such a good job being Daddy’s little helper. I want you to cum, right now. Don’t hide from Daddy. I know you’re close.”

His other hand pulled her hair up, forcing her to look forward at her masterpiece on the wall. He could see her eyes start to tighten and close, her impending orgasm closer and closer. Right as she started to let go, he pulled her hair just a smidge harder knowing the pain would make her feel the orgasm even harder.

She laid on that table a few minutes, just catching her breath and letting Daddy rub her butt. The warm feels were so intoxicating, she was barely conscious until she felt more cold air on her legs. Daddy had begun to remove her pants. She knew he liked her accessible to him at all times, but he was supposed to be outside all day so she thought it wouldn’t matter much.

“My girl doesn’t hide from Daddy. She knows better. These pants are not going back on today, understood? You’re home. You’re mine. That’s the rule. Now, I want you to work on the kitchen next. This room is perfect. I can’t wait to see the next. Remember, I’ll be back in an hour.”

He walked outside and she took an extra 5 minutes to lay there on the table and soak up the moment. Endorphins were coursing through her body, and her brain was already pretty blissed out from the joy of decorating. What a wonderful day.

Realizing how much time she was wasting, she jumped up and got back to work. Looking around the kitchen, a picture formed in her mind. Smiling to herself, she got to work. This was going to be her Witch Room. She started with placing her cauldron in the center of the island in its new rightful place, swaying her hips to the beat of the music.

Her favorite Halloween song, I Put a Spell on You, started playing about halfway through decorating the kitchen. Her mind drifted to the Sanderson Sisters, and she began to dance just like they do in the movie. The song stopped, and immediately another one of her favorites started that she couldn’t stop dancing to.

Just as she was monster-mashing her heart out, Daddy walked in again. She immediately stopped dancing and turned around to the sound of his footsteps entering the kitchen. Blushing, she looked down guiltily knowing that the kitchen was only halfway finished.

“Care to explain why only a few decorations are out, little girl?” His voice dropped down to such a low tone, it made her ears perk up just to hear it all.

She didn’t quite know how to admit defeat however, and tried to pass it off as intentional. She changed tactics when his face remained unmoved. Cute and adorable might work to get her out of trouble, right? Wrong. Daddy walked over to her very slowly, building the tension with his silence and raised eyebrow.

“This is a good theme. I notice the witch theme here too, but you need to know this isn’t acceptable. You knew today was for decorating.”

His steps stopped right when he was toe to toe with her. In a flash, she was suddenly forced to bend over the island. His hand stayed on her back, keeping her there.

“Last time you got an orgasm for your good job. What does an incomplete job get?”, he taunted as she barely struggled beneath him, secretly loving being manhandled.

What she didn’t realize was that he was speaking rhetorically. The sharp slap on her backside quickly filled her in. And again. And again. Spanks rained down on her ass until she was begging.

“PLEASE DADDY! Please! Please stop! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m SORRY! I’ll work better next time! No more dance parties!”, a sob broke from her and the spanking stopped.

Daddy placed his hand against her hot little butt, his smile going from satisfied to devious. “Looks like I get to do a little decorating of my own, Kitten. Stay still.” He walked out of the room and came back shortly after with his hands full. Her already red face saw what was in his hands and resigned herself, again melting into the island beneath her. He spread her cheeks and she felt the squirt of lube hit her hole before the plug attached to her kitten tail was inserted. The fullness turned her on further, but she knew there was no relief in sight. She couldn’t resist giving Daddy a little show though, and gave her butt a little wiggle so he could watch the tail swish back and forth.

“My good little kitten, always so adorable when she’s reminded of her place. Stand up darling.”

She stood and looked at him with a sweet smile, more than ready to get back to her decorating. The tail added another level of fun, and she was back in the mindset of making the house as spooky and fun as possible. Daddy leaned forward to kiss her forehead and walked back outside to continue his own project.

Taking a deep breath, she let herself get fully excited by the spirit of the season and continued setting up the kitchen witch decorations. A broomstick above the sink, a few tasteful crows around the counters, and a few witches hats hung from the ceiling and her kitchen was complete.

Looking at the clock she still had another 20 minutes until the next check in. Just enough time to do the bathroom and the hallway. She sped through the rooms, putting another fall candle in the bathroom and a few fake pumpkins and skulls on the shelves surrounding the sink. Smiling, she went back to the hall to hand her little signs up as well as the special Halloween clock that let out a witches cackle every time someone walked by it.

Just as she turned her back to flick on the hall light which she switched out for a green bulb, she heard the cackle.

“You can’t sneak up on me now Daddy!” She knew he would be super impressed with her and was giggling like crazy from the pure excitement of having him appreciate all that he was walking into. With a sweep of her arm, she directed him into the bathroom to check out her work there too.

Daddy looked around and then tilted his head back towards the kitchen. “My kitten has been busy. Maybe I should plug that bottom of yours more often, seems to have spurred your excitement quite a bit.” His voice had dropped a little at the end making his kitten blush at the double meaning.

“I wanted to earn a reward again! No more spankings today please…”, her little voice was starting to become more pronounced the more she looked at her handsome Daddy’s face.

“You are absolutely right, little one. Look at all the hard work you’ve been up to in just an hour. The kitchen is so spooky. I’m so proud of you! This bathroom looks so seasonally wholesome too.” Grabbing her hand, he brought her into the bathroom. Using his strong Daddy muscles, he picked her up and placed her on the counter with half her bottom and her tail in the sink. She blushed as he gently grabbed her knees to spread her legs and knelt down in front of her.

“Now baby, we are in this beautifully decorated bathroom and it’s time for your reward”, he leaned forward and took a deep breath through his nose, making her so embarrassed and shy that she squeezed her eyes shut. “1, 2, 3 eyes on me baby”, he said calmly.

Once she was focused on him once more, he leaned in and took the first lick of her pussy. Then another. And another. Soon, she was a shaking mess on the counter just trying to let it go. Her ass kept clenching around the plug, making her needier and needier until there was barely seconds left till she lost control.

“CAN I CUM?!”

Lifting his face for a split second to look into her desperate eyes, he growled 3 words.

“Cum for me.”

His next breath was interrupted by her squirting all over his face and tongue. His face was drenched as if he was on the log ride at the amusement park. He took a few last licks just to make sure she came down from the high okay before he stood up and hugged her.

“That was really intense baby. Good job. Daddy’s so happy he gets to finish the outdoor work with your sweetness all over his beard.” He took a deep breath and licked his lips just to watch her eyes bug out.

She hopped down and he took a warm cloth to her pussy to clean her up, also making sure the tail came out smoothly and cleaning her back hole gently too.

“One last room Pumpkin! And then it’s movie night. Your choice.” He turned and walked a few steps before calling over his shoulder to be good.

Taking a deep breath to refocus, she went back to the living room and looked around trying to decide a theme. Her decorations were dwindling but she did see one general idea that had not been done yet. Grabbing her favorite ghosty, she began to twirl around the room placing him and the rest of his friends around the fireplace and closet doors and even a few hanging from the ceiling. The orange lights were strung around the fireplace like garlands, and the ceiling lightbulbs changed out to a spooky electric blue. It was another picture perfect room and she couldn’t wait to spend the night cuddled with Daddy watching one of her must-see seasonal movies.

Daddy came in finally. It was dark out and she could see some of the light up decorations were glowing. He grabbed her hand before slipping her boots on and her long coat. Once they were in the garage Daddy covered her eyes with his hands and made her walk to the end of the driveway. Turning her, he dropped his hands and waited for her reaction.

“EEE!!! Daddy! Daddy! I love it! It’s beautiful! It’s amazing! We have the bestest house in the neighborhood! Yay!” Her voice was filled with excitement and wonder. The little boots were tap-tap-tapping all over as she ran in place to get the happies out. She gave her Daddy a big squeeze around the neck as her eyes roamed over her favorite decorations. The blow up Mickey Mouse coming in and out of the pumpkin was always a crowd pleaser. Her Daddy made sure her witches were all huddled together around the cauldron that hung on a tripod. It was amazing. Even the new Beetlejuice sandworm was displayed in a way that made sense around the yard.

Her Daddy kissed her cheeks gently. Moments like these were the most magical parts of their relationship. They both worked really hard today to make the season special for each other, and the payoff was on both sides of their slash. Appreciating all their hardwork, they took one last look before heading back inside the house.

Coming back into the house, she could smell her pumpkin candle even more. The mood was right and the work was done. She wondered if there would be one last spicy time before their movie.

Just as she began to give up hope, she saw Daddy’s hand reach into his pocket and pull out a pumpkin ball gag.