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@angryalone
Some girls were just born to be spanked ... often ... dont you agree ? 🍅💯
Great non nonsense spanking!
Love the fact some girls were born to be spanked and yes those are definitely the ones whom get s no nonsense spanking
a strict aunt always knows best
Lazy Sundays
Laundry falls from the basket, into the washer as I start our Sunday chores.
Laundry.
Dishes.
Vacuuming.
Dusting.
There's something comforting in the quiet routine of it all.
I load the washer with detergent and softener, lowering the lid, before leaning forward to press the buttons to pick the appropriate cycle.
It's at that moment, I feel your arms wrap around me, and your smaller frame press into my back.
"Here you are, baby," you purr, "I missed you."
I smile as I spin around in your arms, wrapping you in a hug of my own, before pressing my lips to yours.
"You missed me," I rumble back, "I've only been 10 feet away."
You giggle, returning my kiss before responding.
"10 feet is much too far away to be from a cutie like you!"
A familiar warmth grows in my chest at hearing your words--words dripping with the sort of sincere, unconditional love everyone craves.
At the same time, another sort of familiar warmth begins to grow between my legs.
The sound of water filling the wash basin behind me is loud, but not loud enough to hide the sharp hiss of my bladder releasing into my diaper as we hold each other.
"Uh oh," you giggle softly, letting a hand drift under my oversized hoodie, between my legs, and up against the plastic backing of my diaper, "Is someone making tinkles?"
I blush as you talk to me like your child instead of your lover, but nod my head in a silent admission.
You squeeze my diaper as you reach your lips back up towards mine, planting another soft kiss upon them.
"Sweet baby," you coo, "so adorable."
The love in your words causes my heart to flutter.
"Let's get you changed."
In a moment, you're pulling away, taking my hand, and leading me to the changing mat laying in the corner of our room.
I follow, waddling slightly in my soggy diaper and large hoodie, smiling to myself as I reflect on how much I love lazy Sundays living with you.
I sent her there a few minutes ago to think about why she got spanked. 27 minutes to go.
I warn you about you’re attitude, and I kept my promise. So you stand on display for our friends when they arrive for are card night.
Wer sagt, dass Routine nicht elektrisieren kann… hat es wohl noch nie so erlebt. 🔥
Ein Moment, ein Blick, ein Gefühl – und plötzlich wird aus etwas scheinbar Gewöhnlichem ein Spiel aus Spannung, Kontrolle und purem Verlangen.
Grenzen verschwimmen, Gedanken werden leiser… und alles dreht sich nur noch um dieses eine intensive Kribbeln unter der Oberfläche.
@missluna-diaper ihr wisst ganz genau, wie man aus Unschuld etwas macht, das alles andere als harmlos ist. 😈✨
Danke für diese Erfahrungen, die man nicht mehr aus dem Kopf bekommt.
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Who says routine can’t be electrifying… clearly hasn’t experienced it like this. 🔥
A moment, a glance, a feeling—and suddenly something seemingly ordinary turns into a game of tension, control, and pure desire.
Boundaries blur, thoughts fade away… and everything revolves around that one intense tingling just beneath the surface.
@missluna-diaper you know exactly how to turn innocence into something that’s anything but harmless. 😈✨
Thank you for these experiences that linger long after they’re over.
Exchange Student male edition
The first time it happened, your hands shook. You stood in the dim glow of the paper lanterns, the scent of tatami mats and green tea thick in the air, and stared at the three girls standing in front of you. Yuki, your host sister, giggled as she tugged at the hem of her tank top, her diaper, printed with cartoon bears and stars, crinkling softly beneath her. Beside her, her friends Aiko and Mei shifted, their own diapers rustling as they waited.
"Oniisan, we’re ready for our check," Yuki said, her voice sweet but firm. She didn’t even blush. None of them did.
You swallowed hard. Back home, this would’ve been unthinkable. But here it was just… normal. Or at least, normal for them. Women here were only optionally potty trained, and most, like Yuki and her friends, simply weren’t. It was a cultural quirk you’d read about in the exchange program handbook, but seeing it in person was another thing entirely.
The first few weeks, you’d fumbled through the routine, your face burning as you knelt behind each girl, fingers pressing gently against the thick padding to check for dampness. They’d laugh at your flustered expressions, teasing you in broken English. "Oniisan, you’re so red!" Aiko had giggled once, wiggling her hips as you hesitated. "Do we make you nervous?"
You started with Mei, her diaper dry but warm from her body heat. She swayed slightly as you worked, her balance unsteady. "Good girl," you murmured, more to yourself than to her. She beamed, as if your approval was the highest praise.
Then Aiko. Her diaper was damp, the padding swollen with use. She bit her lip as you peeled the tapes away, her face a mix of embarrassment and… pride? "I tried to hold it," she admitted, her voice small. "But it’s hard when we’re laughing so much."
You nodded, unfolding a fresh diaper from the stack Yuki had set out. The routine was becoming second nature, lift, clean, powder, tape. But the intimacy of it still sent a strange thrill through you. They were letting you do this. Trusting you.
Finally, Yuki. She turned her head to look at you over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting. "You’re getting faster, Oniisan," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. Her diaper was dry, but you could feel the heat radiating off her skin. You hesitated, your thumb brushing against the plastic backing. She didn’t stop you.
By the end of the night, your hands were steady. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a strange sense of… pride. They needed you. Not just for this, but for the way you’d learned to braid Yuki’s hair, or how you’d started carrying their heavy bags when they went out. It was a role, a responsibility. And damn if it didn’t feel good.
As you tucked them into their futons, each of them now fresh and dry in new diapers, you couldn’t help but smile. Yuki reached up, pulling you down by your shirt until your ear was close to her lips. "You’re getting better at this," she whispered. "Maybe we’ll keep you around."
And just like that, your exchange year in Japan became the best experience of your life.
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Are there any other abdl authors you enjoy reading on here
Oh, boy, there are so many other authors I enjoy reading on here! This list has been made before, and is definitely not exclusive (I often make these and end up adding to them as people remind me of who I miss)!
These are the blogs that I love who write more long form fiction:
@destinedfordiapers
@prettymuchpottytrained
@dearchloe
@mothergo0se
@diaperederica
@josies-corner
@hiddenbabygirl32
@diapydemon
@imtellingmommytoo
@rotten-apple-juice
@ameliemommy
@shushythedl
@fairiesthesecond
@emily8350
@the-girl-with-the-red-hat
@junipercommunes
@regressionschool
@rinicloverr
@diapergirlstories
@littlespace-astronaut
@paddedlittleparadise
@personalias
@all4thedips
@littledreambunny
@omnomnomdom
@boysrbabies
@paddeddweeb
@peculiarchangeling
@babyspank
@nycbabyjoey
@tentativetitlee
@thekinkyplayground
@er-fin
Thanks for the shout out among an amazing list of fantastic authors! :)
If you haven’t heard of @mads-the-dog yet, you can find some of the most inventive and fun stories on their blog! Some of my personal favorites are You’ve Got Mail and New You Gym!
I walked in to the sitters house after school and saw a diaper bag and a diaper sitting on her bed. Immediately my heart raced and I was stammering. She was standing in the doorway of her room as she giggled. I was terrified the diaper was for me, I said please don’t make me wear a baby diaper I’m a big kid. She looked confused and asked why would she make me wear a diaper? Did you wet your pants she asked. I was confused and relieved but embarrassed. She proceeded to check and see if I indeed was wet. I was not but she asked if I needed to potty. I did but for some reason I wanted to act big and that I didn’t need her help so I said no. The exchange made me feel so childish and blushy. I know she noticed and really was enjoying my embarrassment. The next words out of her mouth embarrassed me even more. She said well if you do wet your pants I’m going to put you back in pampers like a baby. You better go potty if you need to. I walked back to the living room and sat down to watch tv and try to prove I was a big boy.
As I was watching tv Michelle the sitter came in with a drink and some cookies for me. She set them on the coffee table and gave my hair a little shuffle. I was still embarrassed about our little diaper exchange. As I sat the urge to pee continued to grow but I wanted to make sure I was looked at as a big kid. When I couldn’t take it anymore I jumped up to go pee. Little did I know Michelle was in the restroom herself. I arrived at the door and it was locked. Michelle said just a minute and I’ll be out. I was dancing and holding myself trying everything I could to hold it.
Michelle opened the door and I looked up as I lost control. I flooded my shorts, Michelle immediately picked me up and put me in the bathtub as I finished wetting. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Not even remembering what she had said 30 minutes ago. Then it hit me, I was going to be put in a diaper like a baby. I began begging and pleading before she even got my shorts down. Michelle didn’t say a word she just turned the bath on and proceeded to get me clean. After I was cleaned she wrapped me in a towel and picked me up. I was being carried to her room knowing full well I was about to be diapered like a toddler. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I was gently laid on the bed next to the diaper. My towel was removed and I lay there. I was little 7 year old about to be put in pampers. As she unfolded the diaper I was sooooo red. She talked to me like a baby as she crossed my ankles and lifted me. As the diaper was slid under me my heart was racing. When she began pulling the pampers up between my legs I lost it and cried like a baby. Michelle shooshed me sweetly as she taped my diaper snug. The thickness and crinkles were overwhelming. Next a paci was put in my mouth to calm me as I sucked it I felt so so little. I’ll never forget the smell of pampers as long as I live…
Another story from a friend. The baby feels had to be oh so strong.
The crinkles were so pronounced and her cheeks were so red after I taped her snug in her diaper. I don’t think she expected to feel so little but she sucked her paci like she had never grown up. I said awwww look at the babyyyy. Immediately she hid her face in embarrassment feeling oh so humiliated. I pressed with awww is baby embarrassed about her pampers? She whined and hid as I patted her diaper. With the smell of baby powder and a brand new package of diapers sitting on her dresser and the thick crinkly diaper between her legs her heart raced with humiliation. We loved every crinkly moment of it and I just kept pushing her little buttons…
The fact that you were an adult woman didn’t matter to Daddy. You thought it was oh so fun to be a brat with your constant backtalk and sass in front of all of your friends, thinking that you were safe from Daddy’s punishment. Fat chance. Your final snide remark barely made it out of your mouth before you found yourself over Daddy’s knee in front of everyone. Your pants were yanked down, revealing your girlish, full-backed pink cotton underwear decorated with unicorns and rainbows. He spanked you good and well over these, then yanked them down, causing you to wail something even more embarrassing than being spanked in front of your friends: “no, Daddy.” Now everyone knew you were nothing but a bratty little girl. He continued smacking your cheeks until you were a sobbing mess, then instructed you to stand in the corner with your bare red ass for all of your friends to see. The party continued as you sniffled, and when Daddy was satisfied, he let you out of the corner and made you apologize to everyone for your behavior. It could have been worse. At least you weren’t wearing your pull-ups that night.
The ABsitter
Another longer one!
“But Daddy, why tonight?” you whined as your special underwear crinkled while you followed him from the bathroom to the master bedroom.
“Quit being silly. Daddies get to go out every once in a while.”
“But I haven’t seen you all week!”
Daddy finished buttoning his shirt and took a quick look in the mirror before turning to you. “Not true, dear. We had plenty of fun all week. Just because I’m meeting up with some friends tonight doesn’t mean we won’t get to play all weekend. Besides, your babysitter will be here with you, and you guys will have all the fun in the world!”
You huffed. Daddy walked over to you and put his hand on the back of your diaper, giving it a squeeze.
“Ah, I see. You’re fussy because you’re soaked.”
“Daddyyyy,” you whined, bringing your hands up to your face.
“Daddy’s got time for one more diapee change before he has to go,” he said, picking you up and walking into the nursery. “I know, princess, Daddy’s been neglecting you, but this whole weekend we will be together, ok? I promise.”
The doorbell rang as he finished changing your diaper. A babysitter. Yes, you were a woman in diapers, but wasn’t this taking things a bit too far? This play should have just been between the two of you, your “little” secret, and now he’s not letting you home alone?
He picked you up and sat you on your feet, then handed you one of your stuffies before going downstairs and answering the door. You dropped the stuffy and carefully crawled to the edge of the second floor so as not to attract any attention, looking through the railing posts as he opened the door. A pretty woman, younger than you and wearing a backpack, appeared in the threshold. They hugged—hugged!—and Daddy invited her in.
“Sorry, I’m still getting ready,” he apologized to her.
“Not at all,” she replied.
Daddy showed her around and informed her of your routine. You already had your bath today after making pushies earlier this afternoon, so he told her what shows you were allowed to watch, games to play, drinks, and bedtime. He then told her to come upstairs so that she could see the nursery. Spooked, you slowly crawled backwards before getting up and running away into the master bedroom, trying your hardest not to crinkle but failing.
You found a hiding spot in the walk-in closet behind Daddy’s clothes, but not before grabbing the screen to the baby monitor.
“That’s strange, I left her in here,” he said, picking up your stuffy. “I guess she’s being shy and playing a little hide and seek,” Daddy said.
You watched the screen as Daddy pointed out the changing table, your diapers, your favorite stuffy, and how to operate the crib bars. He then pointed at the baby monitor and your heart sank for a moment because they were looking right at you, but then you remembered that they couldn’t see you.
“Do you mind if I bring down a few diapers and changing supplies? I know you said you already changed her, and I’ll probably change her on the table up here for bed, but I like to have a few on hand for any just-in-case situations that might arise,” the babysitter said.
“Not at all. That’s actually a great idea, no wonder you come highly recommended,” Daddy replied. He then walked out of the nursery.
You continued to watch the babysitter on the monitor until the door to the closet opened and you saw Daddy standing there, looking down at you and smiling.
“There you are, princess,” he said, grabbing one of his jackets. He tossed it onto the bed and picked you up, bringing you out into the hall and into the nursery. You blushed crimson as he introduced you to the babysitter, Emma. Emma was not even out of undergrad yet and here you were, a professional woman in a high-paying job, diapered and being held like a baby. Ever the people pleaser, you did your best to say hello despite your profound embarrassment. Daddy slid you down to your feet and patted your diapered bum before going back into the bedroom.
“I know you’re nervous, little one, but there’s nothing to worry about. We’re going to have so much fun tonight, I promise,” Emma said, clipping a pacifier to your collar. She had placed all of the changing supplies in a little tote and topped it off with your bear stuffy, its head popping out and staring at you. She put the pacifier to your lips and you took it, not making eye contact.
“Let’s go downstairs. Take my hand,” she said, extending hers towards you. You took it and walked with her, extremely aware of her figure in her yoga pants and you crinkling with every step in a thick diaper with cartoon designs decorating it. When you got to the steps, she instructed you to hold onto the railing with your other hand and take one step at a time, like a toddler. The whole process took longer, and it humiliated and turned you on beyond belief. She didn’t see you as a capable, mature woman, in fact she never did. This was your introduction to each other, and—embarrassingly for you—you both fell into the roles quite naturally.
You held hands all the way into the living room and she instructed you to sit on the sofa while Emma placed the changing supplies nearby, then went into the kitchen. She returned with a sippy cup full of water for you and a diet soda for herself. Then she went over to the area where you kept your board games, got on her knees, and bent down, sticking her ass out. You weren’t sure if she was doing it on purpose to goad you, but it was working nevertheless.
“Oh, I’ve never heard of this. Can two people play this and have fun?” she asked. Your eyes lit up. It was your favorite board game. You nodded behind your pacifier, still shy.
Daddy came down the stairs looking like a dapper gentleman and grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet.
“Ooh, that’s the princess’s favorite game!” He exclaimed. Emma clapped her hands in excitement. “Money for takeout is on the table. She’s to be in bed by eleven-thirty at the latest. I’ll be home shortly after midnight.”
Emma nodded and gave a salute. It almost made you crack a smile.
“I love you, my sweet girl. I’ll be the first face you see in the morning when you wake up, then we will have all weekend to play,” he said, kissing you. With that, he was out the door.
You were now alone with the babysitter, diapered and exposed. Part of you screamed "be a terror to Emma!" to show Daddy who was boss, but you saw something sweet in Emma’s movements as she began setting the game up. She put on Shrek 2, your favorite Shrek movie, and ordered some food. Pretty soon you were giggling and laughing and playing along with her, and though you wouldn’t admit it to him, it sometimes felt like you were having more fun with Emma than you did with Daddy. Maybe it was because she wouldn’t punish you like he would sometimes, or maybe it was because you could let your guard down and be your cute little self with someone else for change. You didn’t know how someone so young could babysit an adult baby and make it so natural from the jump. It was amazing.
As the evening wound down, you found yourself cuddling under a blanket with Emma on the couch, watching a trashy reality TV show she liked and big girl version of yourself also liked—much to Daddy’s chagrin—when a yawn from you caught her eye. She looked at her watch.
“My my, it’s getting late. Let’s get you ready for bed, little one,” she announced.
You whined and rubbed your eyes, professing that you weren’t tired. She patted your diapered bottom, now quite soggy.
“I know, we are having such a good time. How about this: we go upstairs and brush our teeth and wash our faces, then I change you into your nighttime diaper and we read a bedtime story together in your crib? You don’t have to fall asleep if you’re not tired.”
That sounded like a good idea, so you went up the stairs on all fours, Emma watching your padded tush the whole way up, and got ready for bed. True to her word, Emma brushed her teeth and completed her nighttime routine right alongside you, and pretty soon you were on the changing table. She pulled your shirt off, revealing your boobies and leaving you in nothing but a wet diaper and socks, then gently lay you back and began removing your wet diaper. She was slow and methodical, like a massage for your princess parts. She even warmed up the baby wipes so you didn’t jump at the cold. You knew this was making you sleepier and sleepier, but it felt too good to protest. Pretty soon you were in a fresh diaper. She had you sit up and slid a onesie over your head, then she put the crib gate down and guided you into the bedframe, pushing your diapered bottom up, giving you a boost. Then she hopped up in with you with a book and handed you a bottle and snapped the crotch snaps of the onesie. She read to you, but you fell asleep too quickly after drinking your bottle. Emma smiled at you and gently moved out of the crib, softly raising the bar and grabbing the baby monitor. As she turned off the overhead light, the soft glow of a nightlight filled the room as you slept like a baby.
The reason why Emma was such a good babysitter was revealed when you were fast asleep. Daddy came home after midnight and Emma was watching her TV show, every now and then glancing at you in the crib on the baby monitor.
“How’d it go?” Daddy asked.
“She’s adorable. I’ll babysit her anytime. It was so much fun.”
“Wonderful. I had a feeling it was all going to work out.”
“So,” Emma began. Daddy gestured for her to continue. “My Daddy is on his way to pick me up. Would it be too much to ask if you could get me ready for bed? I have a decent drive home and it’s late.”
Daddy laughed. “Not at all. I understand what a handful it is being a Daddy, so any help I can get I’ll reciprocate.”
Emma smiled and lay down on the couch, while Daddy got the diaper supplies she had brought down earlier. He removed her clothes until she was naked save for her socks, then fluffed up a diaper and put on lotion and powder before expertly taping her up. Then he pulled out a pacifier and a pink onesie out of Emma’s backpack, snapped her in, and clipped the paci to her onesie before throwing her big girl clothes into the backpack. A few minutes later Emma’s phone buzzed.
“My Daddy’s outside,” she said.
Daddy moved into the kitchen while Emma crinkled over to her shoes and put them on. He came back and stuffed some money into the small pouch of her backpack, then patted her diapered butt. They hugged.
“Thank you so much. I may need you again,” He said.
“You’re very welcome, sir,” Emma said, before putting in her paci. Daddy opened the door to see a car idling in front of the house. “I’ll see you later,” she lisped, and ran as fast as she could to the passenger door so no one out this late could catch a glimpse of a girl in a diaper and a onesie. Daddy saw her take out her paci once inside and give her man a big kiss before plopping it back in. They waved to each other one more time, then Daddy closed the door, picked up the baby monitor, and collapsed in his bed, barely taking off his clothes.
Mara watched as her friend Chelsea was spanked by her Daddy, the top two tabs of her diaper untaped, the wet, crinkly bulk pushed down her thighs so that her bare bottom was on display. Each smack made her bum a darker shade of pink. When he was finished her Daddy stood Chelsea up and made her put her nose in the corner. Mara was already sniffling when it was her turn because she knew what was in store after watching her best friend get her bottom beat. Her Daddy didn’t hold back either. When her spanking was over, however, she wasn’t placed in corner time like Chelsea. Instead, she was bent over the table, and Chelsea was placed on the other end so that they were facing each other. The two girls were instructed to hold hands across the table as the two Daddies brandished their paddles. They were each given ten hard smacks with the paddle and had to say “I’m sorry, Daddy,” after every impact. Mara was the first to break, crying and wailing on strike four; Chelsea broke on strike six.
Ten more were administered after the first set, and they each had to count out each strike, which lead to louder cries and more tears and sobbing. Neither girl was able to say their number right away due to the pain of the impact, but they made it through. Afterwards, both Daddies hiked up their littles’ diapers back around their waists, picked up their broken little babies, and carried them to the couch, where they once again pulled their diapers down and began rubbing lotion on their bottoms, holding them until they felt better. They asked Mara and Chelsea if they understood why they were punished, and through sniffles they responded why they understood.
With that, the two were both changed into fresh diapers, put into their pajamas, and given their bottles. They were tucked into bed while watching Frozen, their bottoms still sore under their crinkly pants. Mara would never again be sassy to wait staff—even if it was just to get her best friend to laugh—but the way Chelsea subtly rocked her hips back and forth made her think that her friend would continue to find ways to get into trouble.
Fun in the Sun, a MDLB Story
I've been feeling a bit funky with this kink recently, so sorry for my absence (as if many of you frantically refresh your tumblr feeds waiting for my content lol). Here's a story that is different from what I usually post, so let me know if you like it!
Alan was busily playing with the makeshift water table he had made in the backyard with his girlfriend Emily, splashing buckets, playing with floaty toys, and other things. He was dressed in nothing but a diaper, and it was sopping wet from both his pee and the water. Emily was having fun with her baby, too, and she chose to dress in a one-piece bathing suit and a big floppy sunhat because it made her feel extra “Mommy.” She laughed at his antics and played along, enjoying Alan’s regression. Eventually, she leaned over and felt her ward’s diaper.
“Goodness, me, pumpkin! I think it’s time to get you a change. Your diaper is about to burst!”
Alan giggled while Emily went to get the diaper bag, setting up the changing station underneath the shade of their tree. After she laid the beach towel out she went back over to him.
“Can we take a break from playing and change your diaper, baby? You’ve been playing for an awfully long time.”
Alan yawned and nodded his head in response. Taking his hand, the two went over to the changing mat with Alan awkwardly waddling.
Alan lay down on the beach towel, belly up, while Emily sat on her knees and smiled at him. She pulled out a pacifier and placed it in his mouth, then lay beside him, kissing him on the cheek. As he babbled her love for him grew, and she re-positioned herself, laying on her side and pushing her breasts into his arm and her crotch into his waist. She kissed him on the cheek again. And again. Then she slowly brought her hand down and reached into his wet diaper. Finding his penis, she re-positioned it so it pointed upward. It was already starting to get hard. Emily began stroking it while kissing him. He began to make little moans and sounds from behind his pacifier, while she talked him through it.
“That’s it, baby. It’s ok. Mommy’s here. Go ahead, make big stickies in your soaking wet diapers. Just like that. Good baby. Ah. Yea, I know it feels good. Mommy loves making you feel good.”
Alan’s breathing became more intense. His hand, sandwiched between Emily’s body and his own, twitched, and Emily moved without letting go of his cock, letting him reach behind her. He hugged her closer, grabbing her ass. Emily kept stroking.
“That’s it, baby. I know, big sensations. That’s right, grab onto Mommy. That’s right, just like that. Mommy’s here.”
Alan tensed and stopped breathing for a second as Mommy felt the heat of his cum splatter over her fingers. He then groaned a big throaty growl as he exhaled behind his pacifier, spent. Emily kept stroking a bit longer before stopping, keeping her hand inside his diaper while she kissed him passionately all over his face.
“That’s my good boy. That’s my good boy!”
After a moment, Emily pulled out her hand and cleaned off any residue with a wet wipe, then began untaping her boyfriend’s used diaper. Alan was spent, and he drowsily accepted a change without any fuss, blissed out, responding well to commands to lift his bottom or legs up for powdering and wiping. Soon he was in a nice dry diaper. Emily noticed him rubbing his eyes.
“Someone’s sleepy from all that fun in the sun! Why don’t we head inside and have a bottle and a nap, huh mister?” Emily said, patting the front of his dry diaper. Alan smiled behind his pacifier and nodded, eyes still closed.