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When Miss Daisy finds poor Samantha in the pouring rain outside of her adult baby nursery, she knows that she can nurse this little girl back to health in the comfort of The Padded Princess Playroom. But will Samantha learn how to accept being cared for in such an intimate way?
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“Let’s take that out for a bit, okay honey?” Miss Daisy said, plucking the pacifier from my lips. “You can have this back if you want it for your nap, but I’m sure you have plenty of questions right now.”
Big girl talk… how does she switch back and forth so easily?
“We’ve got a little privacy, so don’t be so shy now Samantha,” Miss Daisy said. “Talk as much or as little as you want while I handle this.”
“Handling this” meant first drawing a long, white strap over my chest, right underneath my breasts, to make sure that I couldn’t get up.
“Is… that necessary?” I asked.
“Yes, honey, it is,” Miss Daisy said. “Even a big girl like you might fall off the changing table if you’re not secured, and I wouldn’t want you to get any more injured than you might already be, it’s for your safety and mine.”
Miss Daisy giggled a little before reaching under the changing table to find the wrist and ankle restraints she had said I’d be wearing.
“You think you’d be able to sit still for a diaper change, but I’ve done enough of these to know even the biggest girls in my nursery still manage to squirm and wiggle no matter how good they promise to be. I’m not in the business of getting kicked if this tickles, so just relax and let me handle it, okay?”
That was something I hadn’t really had the chance to do for several years now. Miller Metals was just the beginning, on top of a half a dozen unfulfilling side hustles, classes, and balancing on the knife edge of bankruptcy each and every month. To relax was to let myself be vulnerable to anything and everything.
Vulnerability was exactly what Miss Daisy expected, though. I was going to have to learn it, or she was going to ensure I’d cooperate.
I didn’t fight it while she attached the cuffs around my wrists, before attaching them to short ropes at the top of the changing table above my head.
“Now, that’s just so you don’t touch anything down there while I work, Samantha,” Miss Daisy said. “Leave these messes to the professionals, and I’ll leave you to make messes in your diapers.”
She smiled as she bound me to the changing table. This was more than work for her, it was passion that she put her whole spirit into.
“I… don’t really…” I started as she finished with my arms, and moved onto my legs.
“Yes, you do, Samantha,” Miss Daisy cut me off. “For everything – like I said I don’t have a bathroom for you to use, and it would be too much to ask of my staff, or myself, to carry you to the staff bathroom on the other side of the facility every time you need to go.”
She tightened the cuffs around my ankles, before connecting them together with a single link. Wherever one leg was, the other had to follow right now.
I pouted as she denied me the privilege of even asking to use the restroom. I didn’t know if she was serious about all the rules now that we were in private, but this one seemed more important than the rest.
“You’ll get used to it, everyone does,” Miss Daisy said. “Just think of it like a spa treatment every time you get your diaper changed – you won’t have to lift a finger!”
That’s a strange way to put it… but I’ll try I guess.
I took a deep breath, expecting to be sealed in a diaper once again, but Miss Daisy pulled out a thermometer instead from underneath the changing table.
“Alright, let’s see how your temperature is after a bath,” Miss Daisy said. “It was pretty low when we brought you in, but it probably rebounded to cause those cheeks to be so flush.”
I’m not sick! I’m just… embarrassed.
But I couldn’t tell for sure, I had felt so hot for the last few hours that maybe I was feverish. She just wanted to help, so I opened my mouth for her to check.
“Oh, do you want your pacifier again?” Miss Daisy asked, standing suspiciously close to my bottom, with her hand grasping one of my bound ankles. “It might help to have something to suckle for this.”
Miss Daisy picked up the pacifier, but I turned my head away.
“No!” I said. “I just thought you were going to take my temperature.”
Miss Daisy looked at me with a blank expression.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing sweetie,” she said. “Now, open up please.”
Thinking we were past the confusion, I opened my mouth, only for Miss Daisy to push the pacifier inside of my mouth instead.
“HHHMPH!” I said through the muffling nipple.
Miss Daisy kept her finger on the pacifier, holding it in place while I struggled against the changing table’s restraints.
“See, this is why you need to be in restraints, sweetheart,” Miss Daisy said. “The changing table isn’t for squirming.”
As soon as I stopped moving, she pulled her fingers away, and stepped toward my legs again. My large eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she lifted my ankles and pushed my knees toward my chest to expose my now hairless backdoor.
“MMMPH!” I said, before realizing I could just spit the pacifier out. “Wait, that’s not!”
Miss Daisy had pre-lubricated the thermometer, slipping it easily between my cheeks.
“AAAAAH EEE HEE HEE!” I whined as I felt it slip inside. “Hey!”
“Hush, Samantha,” Miss Daisy commanded. “I gave you the pacifier
“But, I’m…” I started. “I can do it the right way!”
Miss Daisy shook her head from side to side, twisting the thermometer in my bottom so that I could feel it pushing deeper inside of me.
“I’m sure you think so, but in my nursery, this is the right way to check a girl’s temperature,” Miss Daisy said. “Rectally is the most accurate way, Samantha, so before you speak again I want you to consider that I’m just doing what’s best for you.”
I slammed my head against the padded surface and relaxed my arms as I realized it was hopeless.
“Ugh, fine!” I said in frustration.
Miss Daisy held the thermometer in place while I pouted, waiting patiently while I wanted the moment to end as soon as possible. The diaper didn’t sound nearly as bad compared to having my temperature taken like an infant.
“Is it almost done?” I asked after a few minutes.
Miss Daisy twisted the thermometer again, causing me to sharply breath out. It tickled, but not like a funny ha-ha tickle – like a tingly tickle.
“Watch your tone, Samantha,” Miss Daisy said. “I wouldn’t be giving me an attitude if I were you, when your bottom is oh-so-spankable right now."
As she spoke, my eyes rolled back as she continued to wiggle the little invader in my bottom, tilting it up and down. I pulled my wrists against the restraints, and involuntarily, felt myself starting to glisten in what was soon going to become my diaper area.
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