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In response, he lifted and shook the nondescript messenger back he’d retrieved from her desk. She often referred to it as just her “bag”, and had made it clear she did not like it when he called it her “diaper bag”, even though that was definitely a more accurate name. Well, maybe the most accurate would be “pullup bag”, but he doubted she’d like that one much better. “Don’t worry about me,” He replied as he slid into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “I was barely doing anything important, anyways. Wanna tell me what happened?” She raised a hand to her forehead and let out a ragged sigh. “It’s not a big deal. I was already behind on work, and I’d used it a little bit once…and I seriously needed to get something done, so I…” Her voice got tighter. “For some stupid reason, I decided I didn’t want to interrupt my work, since I had so much to do, and obviously…you know…” She gestured to the leaked-through skirt. “When I realized it had happened, I just panicked and ran in here, and all my changing stuff was at my desk, and obviously I can’t go back out, so now I’m just sitting here getting even more behind, and I’m dragging you out, and…God, I don’t know. I’m an idiot.”

“Hey, watch it.” He warned. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,”. She let out a sudden laugh, and some of the tension melted off of her face. Her smile seemed a little less forced, now. "Right, sorry. I guess we need to...I don't know." She stared down. "I don't know what to do. My skirt is soaked, so even if I change my...you know, my underwear..." She still didn't like using the p-word. "It's going to be obvious what happened. Maybe I can wash it in the sink?"

"Or maybe you have the best boyfriend in the world who was prepared for this exact situation." He raised his backpack and shook it. “Wait...you brought a pair of pants for me?” She asked with disbelief. “Every day. In case of emergencies, you know?” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of cream-colored jeans. She reached out to touch them, as if she was worried they were an illusion. “You never told me…” She murmured in shock. “I sort of figured you’d say I was patronizing you,” He shrugged. She chewed her lip a bit in thought. “They don’t really go with my cardigan…” She mused. “If you’d rather flash your pull-ups to the entire office, be my guest.” She laughed again. “Okay, yeah, point taken. Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, leaning forward to keep her peed-on skirt at a safe distance, and kissed him on the cheek. “Seriously, thank you. You’re a lifesaver. Just leave those here and I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

He gave her a comforting rub on the back. “Do you want me to help you get changed?” He asked.

She looked up at him. “You need to go back to work. I can handle this by myself.”

“That’s not really what I asked, is it? Do you want me to help?”

She said nothing in response, and he considered that his answer. “Okay, just lie down.” He laid out the blanket and guided her down onto it. “Hey, you’re…just wait a second…” She weakly protested, but took his hand and let herself be laid down, tucking her knees up slightly. “Alright, let’s get you out of all this wet stuff first, ‘kay? Everything’s going to be fine.” He rubbed a comforting hand across her knees, and she felt herself nodding. He pulled off her heels, setting them aside, before hooking his hands under the waist of her skirt and tights and pulling them down her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him rip the sides of the sodden pull-up and put it aside. “This might be a little cold, alright?” He warned her. She nodded, and he took that as his signal to start cleaning her up with the wipes. She felt the massive knot of anxiety in her chest loosen bit-by-bit with each of his gentle touches. She finally felt like she was safe, that things would be alright. He was there to take care of it. That feeling of safety suddenly broke the dam holding back all the feelings she’d been keeping diligently restrained for this entire episode. All the shame, the fear, the relief, everything hit her at once. She burst into tears.

“Ok, legs up-oh. Oh, dear.” He had just finished pulling the drying pullup up her legs when her tears started, and quickly sidled up towards her, using one arm to take her hand while the other pulled her into a small hug. “My poor girl. That was a lot, wasn’t it?” She leaned her head onto his shoulder and nodded with a hiccup and a big sniff. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m being so ridiculous.” She managed a laugh between her sobs. “Saying that you’re being ridiculous is ridiculous,” He chided her. “That was scary, wasn’t it?” She nodded, too exhausted to push back against the patronizing language. “And you were really brave that whole time. There’s nothing wrong with letting off a bit of steam,” He cradled her head against his shoulder and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. She nodded again, taking a deep, ragged breath. 

They sat there for a little while as her sobs got quieter and less frequent, until she was just leaning against him, shoulders jumping slightly every few seconds with the aftershocks of her tears. “I don’t need you to do this, you know,” She said after she was confident her voice wouldn’t break. He released her hand and reached down to pat her on the back of her pullup a few times. He knew she loved it when he did that, even if she’d never admit it.. “I know you don’t. I know you can handle yourself.” He reassured her. “But just because you can’t doesn’t mean you have to. It’s nice to have a little help sometimes, right?”

She sniffed one final time. “Yeah, I guess. Thank you. Do you need to get back to work?”

“No, we can stay here for another few minutes.”

That middle who wears goodnites is me, I'm far too blushy to come off anon for now. I'd be so embarrassed if anyone has already figured out who I am but anyways...

My Daddy is working on some brand new rules/punishments for me in light of this admission. He knows I tend to like a lot of what you and Mia post.

Sooo, he said it would be okay to ask, and I'm hoping you'll be kind enough to answer...

What would be your top 3 rules/ punishments for someone like me be, that you maybe haven’t already mentioned in that one thoughts post?

Humiliation based is more the focus though spanking is something we already had a lot of focus on before my admission so that’s always okay

(Oh and messing is not a thing for either of us)

😳why did asking that feel like ripping off a bandaid...?

I'm so nervous 😬

Thank you for reading this long ask and thank you extra extra if you decide to respond 💕

Sincerely,

A nervous bratty middle seeking guidance in my new kink adventure with a Daddy that I’m super grateful and lucky that he’s loving and accepting and so willing to indulge my interest in this

Wow that's so flattering haha, thank you for the kind words. I'm just a guy who spent too much time writing content and coming up with elaborate scenes hahah I'm glad to hear you found someone with whom you can enjoy all this. Tbh punishments and strict rules isn't what I enjoy the most in the dynamic. I'm more of a soft dom where I like cozy, playful dynamics with lots of teasing.

But here's some ideas that could help you and you partner, hopefully! You're not allowed to say if you've had an accident. You need to wait to be checked. It makes the checks more regular and thorough since you don't want them to leak and opens the opportunity to do multiple types of checks such as:

-checking them without asking / saying anything -telling them to get up so you can check them  -asking them to come to you and checking them -butt squeeze check -hand on the crotch check  -sliding pants down to the knees check -tugging pullups open and looking inside

And you can always comment embarrassing things like "did you go potty in your pants?" "i think someone needs a change" "come here. let me check your pull-up" "did you have an accident?" Setting a specific time for you to put your pull-ups on. For example if you roleplay that you still wet the bed, it could be a little after dinner. ''It's almost bedtime baby, how about you go get changed?'' ''Time to put on your pjs and pull-up'' ''We can watch more TV but I have a feeling someone might fall asleep... We don't want a wet spot on the couch, do we?'' ''I know it's still early, but it'll be done and then we don't have to worry about you going in your pants.'' ''You know the rule, at night time you wear your night time undies.'' ''Baby it's late, why are you still wearing undies? Where's your pull-up?'' Alternatively, just bringing the pajamas and pull-up to them, or having them come out the shower with them set on the bed without saying anything, because you expect them to put it on.

Making you wear even when you're not together. Send them to work in a pull-up or to run errands or even to hang out with their friends (if that's something you're okay with of course) as a reminder that they belong to you, or because you're worried they'd have an accident Asking them to send you a picture in a public bathroom as a way to ''check'' them. Teasing them, asking if they need a change yet. Other embarrassing concepts: -Making them wait on the bed for their change, half naked. -''I think someone needs their diaper changed'' (about a pull-up ;) ) -''Let's change you quick before you have another accident'' - Send them to bed early while you stay up because it's ''their bedtime''.

Each Time You POP your Pretty Pink Princes PACI in your mouth... you feel your big girl thoughts start to go

BYE-BYEEEEEE

The rhythmic suckling feels so good... so calming to you. as you feel your pigtails start to sway as your mind starts to feel light and empty.

*POP* goes your paci

*POP* goes your big girl thoughts

you dont need them right now.

its time to drop down to little space.

where you're safe and calm.

able to relax and regress.

just a happy baby

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Hubby takes a quick look before we went into the doctors 🙈

Being able to stop for a minute, only to start wetting again as soon as you're out of bed.

Being gently asked if you want to wear a pullup to bed so you dont make the bed wet again.

When pacifier training your little girl,

it’s important to start small. Offer it to her at the slightest sign of discomfort or inconvenience. She may refuse at first, finding it too silly, but consistency is key. Once she begins to accept it, be sure to shower her in praise and affection as positive reinforcement for this type of behavior. There are days she may regress in her training and claim she doesn’t need it. Use these moments as learning opportunities for her by strapping her pacifier in her mouth for as long as is deemed necessary to help settle her down. As the dependency takes deeper root, keep her pacifier clipped to her top, so it’s never too far from her fussy, little reach. Soon she’ll be lost without the comfort she takes in nursing on her pacifier.

Encourage her to make her suckling obvious. The puffy cheeks and loud, greedy, wet smacks emitting from behind her pacifier shield provide her caregiver with the much needed proof that not only does baby have her pacifier securely in place where it belongs, but also that she is adequately acquiescing to her new accessory even when she’s out of sight. Sure, she’s guaranteed to have a chin that’s permanently drenched and dripping with drool, but that just means it’s time to add another accessory to her repertoire - her ✨bib✨

staring directly at where you've been trained your entire life to relieve a bursting bladder. and absolutely writhing because said bursting bladder is now trickling down your legs and no matter how much you dance around you can't stop it