oopsie daisies

27 / abdl Hard limits: messing, scat, watersports outside diapers, bloodplay, breathplay, sissification

[mama-waterlily]

what is it, little flower? you know Mama's busy.

[kinkedbycalliope]

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✨

If she thought relying on a pacifier to regulate her emotions was humiliating at her age, just wait until she’s forced to have the shameful, spit soaked proof of her undeniable immaturity tied around her neck, on display for all to see.

[sleptthrudday]

“aww poor thing” yes yes yes im a pathetic little thing care for me make me feel better make me feel small nnnggghgggghghh

[discordiaazaezal]

I absolutely adore the idea of keeping my littles paci clipped onto my top. Making sure that any time she wants to suckle on it she has to ask to be in my arms. Of course she's allowed to get down and run around with all her little friends, but any time she needs that comfort. Any time her feelings get just a little bit too much to handle. Any time she craves the safety of her paci. She has to come to me. She has to ask permission from me to sooth herself, and part of that process will always involve being held in my arms.

[kayqueuetee]

Doctor come quick! she thinks she's a brat! Give her 20cc's of "Oh sweetie, you're trying so hard to be a big girl right now, aren't you?" Quickly Doctor! she thinks she's tough!

[rosepetal444-deactivated2026020]

i’m like if a pervert was a sweetheart

[honeysucklefairyboy]

If you age regress to like 2 or younger I'm allowed to jack off in front of you cause you have no idea what I'm doing and you won't remember anyways. Suck on your pacifier and stare at your dad's dick with those big round doe eyes babygirl I'm so close

[sxcrificiallamb]

need someone to kidnap me and force me to act like their kid. put bows in my hair and force me to watch cartoons with them, call me ‘kiddo’ and ‘sweetheart’, tsk at me and talk down to me when i glare up at them and growl “im not a toddler, don’t treat me like one.”

“aww, poor thing.. you’re just so confused, aren’t you? that isn’t any way to treat someone who’s done soo much for you, so let’s try that again.”

and it’s even worse they won’t give in to and acknowledge my tantrums, because it starts to make me feel like a kid for real ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

[candycoatedplastic]

[kerrin-deactivated20260107]

"that's okay baby, i've got you" as they hold you down while you cry, forcing another finger into you

[scrt-crinkles]

Big fan of reminding her of her place even in her most intimate time with daddy, sex. Right when her big girl mind can take over and she might feel like all the other girls, a whisper in her ear brings her back to the little girl she is. “Let’s hope you don’t have an accident before daddy finishes” and “You’re straight back in diapers when daddy’s done”

[femmesite]

“i know baby, i know” in that teasing, fake pitying voice.. i’ll actually go insane

[pr3ttypunisherr]

i do this by the way. i love faux sympathy and condescending praise. oh so much.

[mads-the-dog]

You pause as my finger slowly slides under the next word on the page.

Squirming subconsciously on my lap, you chew your lip in intense concentration.

I have to stifle a chuckle.

You're not pausing because you can't read the four-syllable-long word on the page.

That would be silly.

You're a respected professional. You have a college degree. There's not a word in the whole Babysitter's Club series you can't read.

You're pausing because you don't know if this a word you shouldn't know how to read.

After months of "reading lessons," you still haven't deciphered my rules for which words you are and aren't allowed to know.

It's probably because there aren't any.

You dare a warning glance back at me, trying to see if you can gather more information from my face than the page in front of you.

I shake my head.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Need help sounding this one out?"

You let out a little sigh of relief, nodding your head in affirmation, clearly believing you've avoided punishment for being too much of a 'smarty pants.'

A flutter of joy forms in my chest. "Teaching" you how to read has been one of my favorite parts of the day.

"Innnnn-deeeee-penn-dennt," I read slowly, carefully annunciating each sound, "Just like you used to be before you met me! Remember?"

You blush, throwing your head back into my chest as I take the opportunity to kiss the side of your head.

"That one wasn't even that hard. You could read it just last week, remember?"

You look back at me in fear as I continue.

"Maybe these books are a little bit too hard for you," I declare.

Panic fills your face as you realize you've escaped a spanking, but may have subjected yourself to an even worse fate.

"But, I..." You stammer out before I cut you off.

"No, 'buts'! I won't have you straining that poor little brain with books that are so clearly far above your reading level!"

You whimper as I set the book to the side and help you off my lap.

"I'm pretty sure we have some of those Magic Treehouse books in your room, why don't you go pick one out?"

You look from me to the book you were just reading, sitting on the side table. I can see it on your face. You know you'll never read anything that mature again.

"What are you waiting for?" I say, interrupting your train of thought, "Are you afraid those books will be too hard, too? I'm sure we have some Dr. Suess around here if..."

I don't even finish my sentence before you dart off, desperate to not fall any farther this afternoon.

Fuck, I love reading with you.

[littlemissbratty]

When they ask you a question, and you shyly mumble a "yes" only to be met with a firm "Yes what?" 🫠🫠🫠

[unrestrained-g1rl]

Captor who threatens to release me when I mess up. Captor who knows how much I cherish being kept at home chained to the floor with the house phone sitting just out of reach. I would never ever reach for the phone or fiddle with the lock on my chains, I never want to go back home. Captor who knows I can't wait for them to get home so I can be called a good girl for doing my chores. Captor who knows I can't survive without their praise, that I'll get on my knees at their feet and plead for them to call me a good girl. I'll cry and beg and scream for forgiveness when they say I'm not doing good enough and I must want to go back to my old life. Captor who knows that the worst punishment for a thing like me is having to be set free.

[lilfishingsis]

self-proclaimed big girls when you push a pacifier in their mouth: mmmm mm... mmmm.. nm

[yoursweetcorpse]

need to be talked down to sweetly but with a hint of condescension. "poor baby, it hurts huh?" "that's okay, you know you love it. you're doing so well" "ohhh, poor thing."