Kirapuppy

the first thing he asks for is a volunteer

i normally get picked on for these sorts of things - y'know - given im the one at the back of the class that always tucks her head into her book whenever she's noticed... i do my usual interested-in-book act and hope to go unnoticed.

it fails once again.

against my volunteering-want, i pick myself up - cheeks darkening as I feel the class' attention turn to me as my chair scrapes the floor, my heels dragging as i stand at the front and look across the classroom - seeing how many judgemental pairs of eyes stare at me - today's subject.

"Now that we have someone who has kindly volunteered - will you hop up onto the desk-"

I leaned back and let myself pull my bodyweight up so that I sat with my legs extending from the teacher's desk on the front

"-And pull your skirt up."

the words took a second to resonate before my eyebrows flew up in shock. "S-sorry?"

"Show the class your pussy," he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "we're in a health class and you volunteering yourself - your body - so go on, show the class your pussy."

My throat dries and closes, face draining of colour and yet heating up simultaneously, legs crossing over each other defensively whilst my body seemingly freezes at the overwhelmingness of it all.

I can't talk - my throat hoarse from the shock of it all - and instead the best i can do is shake my head erratically, not willing to oblige. was he joking? was this some example of how if you don't wanna show your body to everyone you shouldn't send pictures?

what sick thing what going on?!

it wasn't a joke though - and seemingly bad was turning to worse at the teacher frowned. "well, you've already volunteered yourself, and if you don't comply with what i tell you to do then there will be consequences, miss."

my body remained frozen in place from the shock of it all. and looking across the classroom, all the other students seemed perfectly okay with what was going on - as if there were some universe where this was normal! And if not neutral to it - some of the body even seemed to have their interests piqued by the idea, leant forwards in their desks as though trying to get closer to the action.

the teacher noticed my lack of movement and took matters into his own hands.

"Jones! Up!"

I looked across the room as my bully - the one that antagonized me for all things stupid and trivial - stood up and came to the front of the class.

"I'm going to lift her skirt up and hold her body to keep her still - i want you to hold her thighs open and pull her panties off."

this time the words clicked faster, and I pushed myself off of my arms to get off of the table and not let myself get undressed in front of the whole class - yet my teacher was faster. his arm wrapped around my body and pulled my back into his chest, his other forearm grasping at the hem of my skirt before yanking it upwards and revealing the upper skin of my thighs and the baby pink panties i'd chosen this morning - things that I hadn't expected nor wanted the class to see

"get-off- mE!" i wriggled under the teacher's hold and yet couldn't escape his grasp - and looking across the class with teary eyes, noone cared to make eye contact with me or help - instead they all made eye contact with the baby pink between my legs, uncaring for the yelps that left my mouth

the only one that looked me in the eyes was Jones. My bully, who hadn't shown kindness since I'd first joined. please, Jones... I'd whispered with a wavering tone to him - holding eye contact as he leaned down, his hands falling on either of my thighs... before he gripped them - hard - and prised them open to give everyone a better view of the pair of panties. and with both his hands occupied, his head fell between my legs as a scream left my mouth, his teeth clenching around the material to pull it away from my pussy and expose the raw flesh that evoked some scattered gasps and wows across the classroom.

"Terry, take my place holding her - everyone gather round-"

My body was grasped by a different set of arms, blubbers falling from my lips as the teacher came to my side and the class left their seats to come closer to my bare pussy - eyes fixated on the exposed mound

"This is what a real pussy looks like - this up here-"

he touched my clit and made my whole body jerk, a cry mixing ang mingling with a moan and making something of a wailing noise that seemed to make someone's trousers tighter

"that is the clitoris. the place that had the most nerves and it a pleasure point on the female anatomy. This set of lips is the labia majora - the other lips - and these inner ones are the labia minora"

i felt utterly degraded feeling him pinch either set of lips, shaking them with his words to emphasise what he said using my body - a trail of dampness following his fingers as he pulled away from my pussy

"and most importantly - this here is the vagina - the hole from which women have periods and babies from - but most importantly - the place which you put cocks, fingers and toys into to pleasure a woman."

"everyone, you may now touch and feel the demonstration."

my whole body jerked as various prods and motions were conceded on my pussy - Jones' hold firm around my thighs and stopping my from squirming or wriggling myself away from all the touch that made tears leak from my eyes

"can i finger her, sir?"

"absolutely, how else would you learn?"

a scream leaves my mouth as a pair of foreign fingers breaches my pussy, twisting and almost patting my inner walls curiously, before pulling away with a trail connecting his fingers to my pussy - fluid dripping between his fingers as the separated the two that had been inside my pussy

"okay, so, our first assignment will be to see how a pussy reacts when stimulated with pleasure"

everyone is given a chance to make me cum.

initially i scream and writhe on the desk whilst I'm instead pinned down, and have my pussy violated with fingers what scissor my walls and prod a sensitive spot until my juices spread over my shaky legs. then it's a tongue that breaches my hole with flicks and thrusts. they gain confidence though - and it's not long before a cock is inserted into my pussy and leaves stains of white over my pussy when he finishes.

my throat becomes so raw i cant speak - my mind a broken scramble and my pussy is so spent and broken that it doesn't even contract in horror anymore. it's completely passive as the orifice is breached over and over until...

"okay, that's good - now, as we still have a bit more time before class finishes... let's have some fun - everyone - find something in your bag or in the classroom to shove in her pussy to see how she reacts."

my mind is still scrambled - yet someone props a book beneath my head so that i can at least see all of the objects that are pushed into my hole - the pupils' cum acting as lubrication that allows the random objects to enter my pussy

a whiteboard pen, markers and other various stationary items enter first - testing the waters before someone tries to push a water bottle up there - then a chair leg that two people need to hold to effectively spear me with the metal rod

Note: I will be using kiddo here but the implication that kiddo is at an age where they are universally agreed that they are capable of consent (in my opinion, at least 18 years old)

I think that making someone act like a child is the most controlling thing you can do. Other forms of bdsm denies the sub of things, autonomy, sexual freedom, rights, etc... but in ageplay I think the focus is on permission. When you have a kiddo, they are your responsibility. It is not about what has been taken away from them but more about what they are allowed to have. Because after all you are the responsible adult who knows best.

It hits harder because you are regressing them to position of power they have already been in. Everyone has been a child, everyone has had to rely on someone that was responsible for them. And they eventually grew and put themselves in a situation where they are independent and self sustaining. When I take that away from someone I am saying "I am taking away all of the lessons, the work, the time, the effort it took to get you where you are. I like you better when you are reliant on me"

Dad says excessive seasoning, especially garlic, isn't age appropriate for me.

Dad says I need to take good care of my teeth.

Dad says I need to drink a lot of red juice, so I have enough vitamins in me.

Dad says I need to wear sunscreen every day.

Dad says playing catch with friends helps my motor skills to develop.

Dad says that biting is not for everyone.

Dad says we can only go out and play at the playground at night.

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🍒 - Are you a bratty or well-behaved little one/Do you prefer bratty or well-behaved little ones?

💝 - Do you prefer a strict or lenient caregiver/Are you a strict or lenient caregiver?

🌸 - What's your most and least favorite punishment to give or recieve?

🍑 - Describe your perfect bedtime routine with your partner. Is there warm milk? A bedtime story? Soft jammies? Does little one brush their teeth themselves or with CGs help?

🍭 - Describe your perfect mealtime with your partner. Does little one help cook? Are they being spoonfed? Does little one get a sweet treat for dessert afterwards? Are they allowed pop or just water or milk with their meal?

🍓 - Describe your perfect shower/bathtime with your partner. Are there bath toys? Maybe a shower melt or bath bomb? Does CG wash little one with just their hands, a brush, sponge?

🍬 - Do you have a littlespace area? If you had to design a room for yourself/your little one, what'd it look like?

🎈 - Do you or your little one have a favorite plush toy? What's their name?

🎀 - Do you have any particular clothes associated with your or your partners littlespace? A tutu, overalls, hairbow, wellies? Do you/they wear cute jammies to bed?

🎠 - Describe the perfect playground date!

🌈 - Would you like to be friends with another caregiver/little couple? What would your double dates look like?

🩰 - What's your preffered title/nickname? Mommy/Daddy? Mom/Dad? Caregiver? Little one? Regressor? Pumpkin? Sweetheart?

🎉 - How would you theme your/your little ones birthday party, if other cgl couples were attending?

☀️ - Is there a show, book, or movie fitting for a little one you'd like to watch/read together? Bluey? My little pony? Something nostalgic?

🍰 - What's the most important house rule for you/your little one?

🍼 - Is there something little one isn't allowed when they're in littlespace? Scary movies? Too much sugar?

Your thighs are so soft.  Daddy likes the way your trembling.  Mmmm. Open them for me baby.  No sweetie, stay bent over.  I want you to spread your legs for me. That’s it. A little more. Wider kitten.  Just a bit wider.  Mmmm yes. Look at you. 

Your thighs are so soft.  Daddy likes the way your trembling.  Mmmm. Open them for me baby.  No sweetie, stay bent over.  I want you to spread your legs for me. That’s it. A little more. Wider kitten.  Just a bit wider.  Mmmm yes. Look at you. 

Caregiver/Dom(me) who's very good at hydration, and little/sub who's horrible at staying hydrated. Every ounce caregiver drinks, little has to drink, every ounce caregiver pisses, little also has to drink the same amount in water. Essentially sub is drinking twice the amount of their dom, which is probably well over four times the amount they're used to consuming.

The catch? They're not allowed to stretch that bladder one bit. This means they can choose to either go piss every five minutes, or wear padding so they don't interrupt their daily activities. Either way it results in a very leaky sub.

But how would dom know if their bladder is stretching over time? Well dom measures their first piss of the day and the last of the day, as long as their last is less than their first it proves that they didn't let their bladder stretch out at all, right?

Macy's left hand was idly stroking up and down Georgie's back. It traveled from their shoulder blades down to the exposed strip of skin above their waist, occasionally scratching lightly. Every time Macy's hand got below Georgie's ridden up t-shirt it skimmed the crinkly waistband of their diaper.

"It's embarrassing when you do that," mumbled Georgie.

"Hmm?" said Macy, still looking at her phone.

"It's embarrassing when you touch my diaper like that."

Macy put down her phone and pinched the diaper waistband, giving it a little tug.

"Oh? Like that?"

"Stooop," whined Georgie.

"Come on now, let's get up."

Georgie rolled over and sat up a bit. The covers were kicked off on their side of the bed. Their diaper spread their thighs slightly but wasn't bulging tremendously.

Macy gave it a pat and ran one finger on the inside of a front leg cuff.

"Noooo."

"All this whining today! Maybe we need to start your naps earlier so you won't be so cranky in the afternoons," said Macy. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. "That diaper can hold a good amount more. We'll change you later."

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At the dinner table Georgie pushed the fallen remains of a taco around on their plate. They'd been a little quiet while they cooked with Macy, which she chalked up to residual sleepiness. But when their mood didn't change during dinner Macy knew this was sulkiness, not sleepiness.

"I don't need longer naps, by the way," Georgie muttered, eyes focused on their plate where they mashed individual beans down with their fork.

"Is that why you've been pouting? You're mad I called you cranky?"

Georgie shrugged their shoulders and smeared their fork across their plate.

"Stop playing with your food. Are you done, or do you need me to feed you a little? Here, have some salad," Macy hovered her own fork in front of Georgie.

"No! I can do it! You're always telling me what to do."

Macy practically laughed. Of course she told Georgie what to do.

"And you want that to stop?" Macy raised an eyebrow and stood up to put her own plate in the dishwasher.

"I want you to stop controlling everything I do all the time! I can make my own choices, you know?"

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh! I can choose when I go to bed, and...and what I can watch! And I can eat what I want! I am a grown-up after all."

Right, thought Macy, grown-ups get super fussy over bed time and screen time and eating veggies.

"Sure, you're 25. But, there's a difference between being a grown-up in years and being a grown-up in life."

"Ugh! That's what I'm talking about! I could be a grown-up for real, you just never let me."

"Hm, I guess that's true. Fine, you can be a real grown-up now," Macy shrugged her shoulders and leaned her back on the kitchen corner.

Georgie's head whipped up, eyes bright.

"Really?"

"Sure. You can be a grown-up. You know what that means though, right?"

"Yes! I'm going to have two cookies tonight! And you have to take the YouTube time limit off of my tablet!"

"Well, maybe. I meant more like how diaper changes from Mommies are for babies. Grown-ups don't get their diaper's checked, either. So that means you have to deal with all this yourself."

Macy waved her hand around Georgie's middle. Georgie looked down at their lap, where their diaper had grown significantly more saturated in the last hour or so. Their brows furrowed for just a second, but they blinked off their concern.

"I can do that! I might not even wear a diaper at all!"

"Ok, grown-ups clean up their own puddles, too."

Macy smirked and turned to leave the kitchen. Georgie followed after, glowing with excitement. They stood in front of Macy once she was seated on the couch and leaned to straddle her lap.

Macy wagged her finger. "Ah-ah. Grown-ups don't sit in their girlfriend's laps."

"Oh, right." Georgie sat on the couch awkwardly, like they didn't know what to do with their body if they weren't skin to skin with Macy.

Macy clicked on the show they had been watching weekly. Immediately Georgie put their thumb in their mouth, like they did whenever they watched something.

"None of the grown-ups I know suck their thumbs, either," said Macy.

Georgie's face fell, but they dropped their thumb.

"They also don't get nursed to sleep, or read to at night. They don't get to pick out stuffed animals from the zoo gift shop, by the way. That stuff is super for babies, which you've made very clear you are not. We should probably take all the sippy-cups to Goodwill tomorrow," she continued.

Now their eyes looked close to watering.

The two sat in silence while the show played for a few minutes. Then, the silence was broken by a whimper from Georgie. The whimper grew louder, and when Macy looked at them their were fat tears rolling down their red cheeks.

"Something the matter?"

"I leaked," said Georgie softly.

Macy looked down and sure enough their sodden diaper had reached its limit. Trickles were traveling down Georgie's bare thighs and a wet patch was creeping across the (washable, thank goodness) couch cushion. Georgie was sniffling.

"Ah. I see. Good luck with that." Macy turned back to the TV.

Macy could practically hear Georgie's lip quivering next to her. They were sniffling and even let out a few hiccupy-sobs. Macy started a countdown from ten in her head and before she reached three Georgie cried out, "I take it back! I don't think I can be a grown-up!"

"Is that so?" Macy feigned surprise, "what makes you say that? I thought you said you were ready?"

"I don't like it! I wan- I need you to help me. I don't like it, I'm w-wet and icky. I miss my thumb!" Georgie wailed, "I'm sorry, Mommy. P-please let me be your baby again, please. Can I?"

"Of course, sweetheart. You'll always be my baby. Being grown-up doesn't seem so fun does it?"

Georgie plunged their thumb in their mouth and shook their head.

"You see now, right, why Mommy makes so many choices for you? You just aren't ready. You might not ever be, and that's just fine. I might do things you don't always like, but I know what's best for you."

Georgie nodded their head and sniffled. Macy pulled them close and kissed their head.

"Don't give my cups away. Or my books or special jammies."

Lately, I’ve been completely enamored with the idea of my caregiver taking away my glasses privileges.

Little ones can’t be trusted with contacts—too much picking and prodding at their eyes—so all I’m left with are my big, awkward glasses. The frames swallow my face whole, and my prescription is so strong it makes my eyes look comically huge. And sometimes, when I’m naughty, Daddy takes even those away, leaving me utterly dependent on him.

Mornings change immediately. I’m no longer waking Daddy early, begging for pancakes or a diaper change. Instead, I lie awake in my crib, anxious and squirming in a soggy diaper, unable to get out on my own. I can’t see where I’m going. I have to wait for him to come get me.

Potty training regresses almost overnight. Daddy finds himself changing far more dirty diapers throughout the day because I’m too nervous to use my training potty. I can’t judge the distance to the seat, can’t tell how close I am, and the memory of tinkling down my skirt—more than once—makes me freeze up entirely.

I’m stuck in a near-constant state of whining, crying, and tantrums. I can’t find my toys, can’t tell where they’ve gone, and panic sets in as I’m convinced they’re lost forever.

New bumps and bruises appear from misjudged steps and unseen obstacles, from getting too close to the bars of my crib without realizing it.

The anxiety is worst when Daddy isn’t right there. If I can’t make out his fuzzy shape, how do I know he’s nearby? How do I know I’m safe? How do I get where I need to go? Daddy becomes my eyes, my legs, my everything.

He notices his back aching more than usual now. I’m constantly tugging at his pant leg, reaching up for him, begging for “uppies” just so I can get around without panic of hurting myself.

Even out in public, the dependence follows. The humiliation of not being able to read a menu at a restaurant, my face burning as the waitress asks what I want. I sputter, stumble, then turn to Daddy so he can answer for me—because he chose for me, because I need him to.

It’s raw. It’s humiliating. It strips away independence and presses directly on my anxious attachment. And that’s what makes it feel like the perfect punishment. 🤍

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I've been thinking a lot about room placement between bigs and littles, and how it can better highlight dynamic between the two!

The nursery and the caregivers bedroom are intentionally placed in completely separate parts of the house, each serving a very different purpose.The nursery is located downstairs, directly off the kitchen and living room.