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A Caregivers Guide to Positional Training

This was written with the intention of providing those CG/l relationships who enjoy ritual in their dynamics a new element without having to feel as if it is traditional slave positional training. No matter what, a CG/l dynamic is still an exchange of power and these commands are meant to accentuate this mindset. Littles not into typical training, much less slave training, may feel out of their element. Yet, they desire the feeling of control from their Bigs, but they do not wish to participate in the original traditions of D/s. Perhaps because it feels too rigid, or too traditional. CG/l is much more lighthearted, tender, and flowing. Therefore, I have gone and adapted a version that will highlight moments in your dynamic that are fitting for littlespace, all while enticing the feeling of submission that a power dynamic can offer. This is by no means a final guide, but rather a list for you to pick and choose from and adapt what works well for you. We suggest you work with one or two positions at a time until your little has practiced and memorized them enough to perform them to your standards.  Once those are embedded behaviors, add a new one. And of course, review these WITH your little and decide together which ones appeal to you both and negotiate a list of positions that will work within your relationship. As always, if you have positions you would like to add, please feel free to get in touch with me.

Why is positional training a good idea for my little?

If there is one thing we understand, it’s that littles are often fragile. Littlespace makes them vulnerable and takes a serious amount of trust with a partner to be that exposed. But getting them inlittlespace can be a task, even for a little themselves. They can struggle with adult life and even if they desire to be little, sometimes the transition into that headspace just doesn’t happen, no matter how many diapers, binkies and toys they are surrounded with. The desire and need is there, but the ability to mentally regress simply doesn’t happen. This can frustrate a little even more, to have every tool at their fingertips, but unable to achieve the littlespace. The idea with positional training is to mentally train a cue to the little to trigger littlespace. With enough practice, a command word will become instinctive. Meaning, in a way, you are conditioning your little to be open to littlespace. The mind is suddenly occupied, knowing exactly what to do, like muscle memory. This is a perfect transition for littles who struggle with leaving their adult selves behind; they have a clear direction of what to do and understand what those positions mean,…they don’t feel so lost to “force” littlespace to happen on their own. When there is less pressure to shift into that mental headspace, you will find your little flourish into their role. With enough practice, these commands will become routine.

We suggest to practice these commands when your little is in littlespace to reinforce the state of mind. In time, this will begin to instinctively trigger littlespace like a Pavlovian response, perfect for littles who struggle reaching littlespace. Think of it like a catalyst to deepen your experience with your partner. Because of this exchange of power, this will increase a little’s trust with their Caregiver and provide a more profound and impacting exchange for both the little and Big.

The need to serve

Many littles understand and appreciate the correlation of their role as a submissive in their power exchange with their Big. And those who have that knowledge that submission is a need to give, it can be beyond frustrating to find ways to submit in this dynamic that still fit with the overtones of the CG/l dynamic. How do they go about feeling they are serving without having to set their littlespace aside and separate it from a instinctual D/s dynamic? How can they satisfy the desire to submit without sacrificing their little mindset? These commands can do just that by giving your little the instant gratification of service while still maintaining their littlespace. It is pre-established; the little knowing exactly what to do, what those commands mean, and what is expected of them. This appeals to the submissive urge littles have, all while thoroughly appealing to their little side as well. It’s the best of both worlds for littles who crave the desire to submit.

Escaping negative behavior

But for arguments sake, let’s say you are reading this and realize that the need for serving is not really your little’s desire. Is this no longer an option? In reality, these commands can provide comfort. We all know littlespace is fragile. The tiniest bit of negative thought can be devastating to a little. And the adverse presumptions littles exercise in their mind can play on repeat. Littles often will think worst case scenario. “Do they actually care about me? Are they actually attracted to this? Am I even doing this right? Do I look weird doing this? I don’t even feel like a baby right now, I’m not sure I can do this. They aren’t happy with me. I’m not good enough…” Right? You’ve probably caught your little with this kind of thinking. The constant nag in their mind that they won’t amount to your standards and you’ll just end up leaving them. Our natural adult like state can make it difficult, if sometimes impossible, to shift into the littlespace mindset to the point they can’t feel “natural” or at ease. They second guess themselves and are more concerned with the thoughts of what the Big is thinking of them instead of actually enjoying the littlespace on their own. What a fear for littles to have. These commands are fitting for littles who may need that extra nudge of comfort to ease those thoughts. This allows the little to more easily shed off the natural worries of their adult mind and shut down the negative mantras that replay over and over. Commands will reinforce to the little that the Big does indeed care and is actively participating in their littlespace, fortifying the feeling of being cared for.  It innately implies they are good enough as they know exactly what is expected of them. There is no longer any guess work into wondering “what is my caregiver thinking right now?”. Feeling they have a place with you, littles will often find themselves able to then regress with ease knowing their Caregiver is initiating time with them instead of simply watching and “judging” them from afar, which is one of the worst fears of a little. There is less need to perform or act little. The actions become natural, relaxed and fluid; a comfort for those littles who struggle with the worst case scenario mindset.

A note to remember before starting training

All commands should be discussed and negotiated before beginning. We suggest to work with one or two positions and slowly work them into your dynamic/routine. But please remember this still requires the consent of your sub/little to perform these commands. Safe. Sane. Consensual.

Dominants/Caregivers: Start slow. Vary your commands and ensure you watch your little carefully to ensure long exposure to certain positions do not end up restricting any blood flow. Keep in mind hunger, thirst, and the personal needs of your little through training. Let your little rest and take breaks, too much use of commands may overexert your little, so use them sparingly when you feel it’s best needed.

Submissive/Littles: Communicate with your caregiver. You may be prohibited from questioning a command when used, but you should still speak up if you feel discomfort. Not saying so could lead to physical injury or mental discomfort and not mentioning it could keep you from enjoying something helpful in the long run. Speak up and communicate with your partner. You can always ask for things to be revised if you find certain positions difficult. Nothing said is nothing gained.

The Commands

Sit Sweetly

Always performed facing their Caregiver (no matter if the Caregiver is watching it performed or not), the little will fall gently to their knees and then sit with their legs tucked under. From there, the little will adjust to move their butt to the floor in a side sitting position with their legs still tucked under, but to the side. The little will then lay their hands in their lap, either locked together near their genitals, or simply laid hand on top of the other with palms up in a cupped fashion while keeping their backs as straight as possible and chest up and out. This is a good starting point for many other positions and therefore a simple one to begin with.

Palms In

This position will instigate a helpless feeling in your little preventing them use of their fingers making normal everyday activities harder to coordinate like that of a bumbling baby; forced to play with the lack of coordinated control. (And rather fun to watch!) When this command is given, your little will tuck their thumbs under their remaining fingers into a fist and bring both fists up in front of their mouth with the side of their thumbs to their lips. This is the “shy baby” pose, also helping to instigate littlespace. From there, the little can continue as normal but must keep the same fist position until directed they can be released by the Caregiver. This is a good command to use once you notice your little beginning to enter littlespace, who is starting to regress but you wish to have them regress further. The loss of the use of their fingers leaves them with little ability to do most normal littlespace activity and will trigger the simplicity of enjoying their toys in more baby-like frame of mind.

*sexually: Caregivers can use this as a form of denial. You can allow your little to play with themselves if they need/want, but instruct them to maintain this position whether using only their hands or toys. Obviously, you may find yourself with little who would rather just hump a stuffie than deal with desperately trying to figure out how to please themselves without griping fingers to use!

Palms Up

This position is similar to “palms in” but directs the little to lay on their back with their belly up and knees up with the same hand position and purpose of “palms in”. The only difference is this also directs the little that they can only play while laying down from that initial position. No getting up unless the Caregiver gives permission, not even on all fours. This also encourages regression of your little, forced to only roll where they need to and continue play without use of their fingers.

Show Me Baby

A hybrid mix of the first two positions, however it’s extended upright on the littles knees with their knees spread apart, shoulder width, with the same hand position of “palms in”. This position is called by a Caregiver for a variety of useful reasons. From everything to a simple diaper check, to adoration of simply watching their little be little-like. For the little, this position is a prideful one; a chance to showcase their little self to their Caregiver and a good start before playtime with a little. It’s a good trigger that littlespace time is being set aside for them now and they are free to shed off the days worry and regress. Ensure you train your little to keep this position until you are satisfied with your intentions whether for a diaper check or using it to explain to your little a scene upcoming, or simply calling that position when they are getting too overwhelmed and NEED to be calmed. Laying out and dressing a little in a full outfit prior for the little to be in will help the little activate the tools at their disposal to begin to feel in littlespace once this command is called. Think of it as the green light to “start” in order for them to embody their little side.

Rest Down

We all know littles can do the unthinkable (says with sarcasm)…get in trouble! And sometimes a little can, inadvertently take it a little too far. This position is a physical cue to the little that they stepped out of bounds and need to sit and reasses what they did or wait for their Caregiver to explain the need for corrective behavior. In this position, when the command is given, no matter what or where the little is, everything is dropped and the little is to take the “sit sweetly” position, but this time with both hands, palms down, to the floor, one hand to each side and the little will keep their hands glued to that floor until permission is given to release. Once in position, the little is to maintain eye contact with their Caregiver as a formal willingness to receive correction. This gives the little time to rethink their actions, apologize, or for the Caregiver to prevent the little from getting into deeper trouble and quickly correcting troublesome behavior. This reinforces the power exchange of the dynamic, allowing the little to realize that even in littlespace, there are still boundaries/protocols/rules that need to be adhered to.

Settle In

Similar to rest down, this position also requires the little to drop whatever they are doing, walk to their caregiver and presume the position of “sit sweetly” with their back against the front of the caregivers shins, but this time with their head down and eyes closed. This is a position to reinforce a calm for the little. Sometimes, anxiety can get the better of them, or perhaps they simply need to take a time out when overwhelmed. Feeling something sturdy behind them is a naturally calming technique for those with anxiety (usually sitting back against a wall has the same desired effect). But this is also a good position to call to cue your little that it is quiet time or down time. Or perhaps you simply want to run your fingers in your little’s hair and cherish them These quiet moments of tenderness and care make this positional command the perfect choice.

Withdraw the Crown

This is a simple submissive acknowledgement; a nod to the power exchange. This signals to your little to lean their head down, as if they are willingly taking off the symbol of any control (a crown) and choosing to submit that power to you. Caregivers can take this opportunity to apply a collar on their little in this position if they choose.

Diaper Up

This is a classic submissive position with the little on their knees, shoulder width apart and their arms stretched all the way out and flat against the ground in front of them with palms down and head down, nose to the floor. While not exactly a little-like position, it still has use for those Caregivers who prefer to do more bdsm/sexual activities with their little. This position is good if the Caregiver wishes to insert a plug, especially before diapering. It can also be used to expose and display a littles “princess/prince parts” for inspection of “Doctor Daddy/Mommy”. This isn’t best suited for impact play since it typically is done on the ground and can be a difficult spanking position for a Dominant. However, you can add a twist by saying “Diaper up, Over the knee” which is much better suited for spanking situations when the Caregiver is sitting on the floor vs a chair/bed/sofa. See “Over the knee” next.

Over the Knee

This is exactly what it sounds like. The little immediately is to stand to the side of the seated Caregiver’s legs with their forearms crossed behind their back, facing the side of their legs and slowly bending from the hip over the top of the caregiver’s legs to await further instructions. This is, of course, a classic position for spankings. Arms are already tucked away and ensure when this position is called that your little understands their arms are not to move unless placed elsewhere by the Caregiver.

Devote

This is a combination of “sit sweetly” and “palms in”. The little will assume the “sit sweetly” position to the left or right of the Caregiver, always facing them. Their hands assume the “palms in” position, but instead are wrapped around the Caregivers closest leg with given eye contact to the Caregiver. This position is one of warmth and love and adoration. Hence the name “Devote”. This position reinforces the loving nature of the little and Caregiver and allows the time to enjoy the company of their little close to them.

Come Close

This position is called when the Caregiver is sitting and the Caregiver will spread their legs apart allowing the little to “sit sweetly” between them. This allows the Caregiver to follow up for things like applying collars, brushing their littles hair and adding hair accessories, or it can be the perfect command for story time or to embark cuddle time for movie watching. Also, this is a casual command phrase, so use of it in public situations don’t sound so bdsm-esque.

Brag for Me

This is not so much a position as a free opportunity for the little to get their Caregivers attention by flaunting themselves. This can be as simple as striking a pleasing pose for the Caregiver, or doing something the little knows is inviting for their Caregiver. Because this can be a bit of pressure for a little to learn, we suggest you review moments when watching your little in littlespace and if something intrigues you in the moment, tell your little it is a brag worthy moment. This way you will allow your little to have a revolving list of ideas on what appeals to you. In addition, you can use this to involve touch. When the Caregiver touches any part on the little’s body and says this command phrase, that’s the little’s opportunity to flaunt that area. For instance, touching the butt may result in wiggling the butt. Touching their lips may encourage them to play with their pacifier in their mouth. Touching their feet may encourage them to do an impromptu attempt at a ballet dance. Touching their skirt may encourage them to twirl, ect. You get the idea. This is a very open ended command that can be highly customized to you and your little.

Diapering

We realize not all littles are into ABDL or enjoy diapers, so this section is meant only for those littles who do, or for Caregivers who wish to use diapering as a punishment.

Lay Out

The caregiver will pat the area they want their little to lay at, whether on the floor, a bed, a changing table, or wherever they want to do the diapering. The little responds to the Caregiver and wherever they are patting knowing that is where the little will seat their butt first. Then then will extend their legs out, shoulder width apart, and lay backwards, always leaning back away from the caregiver so their legs and feet are closest to them. This is a good start point for the Caregiver to begin to undo any current diapers being worn, or to initiate the start of a fresh new change.

Arms Up!

This is a command for the little to extend their arms up from the position “lay out” and tells the little that the caregiver has something to offer for them to play with during the diapering such as a stuffed animal, a crinkly/rattle toy, a mini book, whatever the Caregiver wishes to give to them to assist in helping them cope with their shyness of being exposed in the diapering process.

Bottom Up

Obviously, this command is pretty simple. This instructs the little to bring their knees up, still shoulder width apart, and lift up with their legs to lift their butt up enough to slide a diaper underneath, or to take one off. After it has been taken off or positioned the Caregiver can then use the next command.

Show Me/Mommy/Daddy

You can customize the command depending on your role, but this tells the little it’s time to spread their legs apart by bringing their legs together and then pulling, from their feet, upwards like a butterfly sitting position would do. This exposes the genitalia and makes it easier to apply lotions, powder or for those littles who are sexual, to do things like chastity, oral examinations, “doctor” check-ups, inserting plugs or clit jewelry, ect.

Once the diaper is ready to be tapped down, call the “lay out” position once again so you can fully finish the diapering.

Why is positional training needed?

Really, it’s not. It’s NOT a requirement. And it’s not for everyone. This simply adds depth to a relationship and provides an easier way to initiate and assist your little in discovering littlespace. You are their guide, what better way to guide them than to actively participate in their littlespace? Caregivers often are stuck in a rut of thinking that buying and providing toys and objects for them to use in littlespace is what is defined as “participating”. Littles can sometimes feel disconnected from their Caregivers not sitting down to play with them and not all Caregivers enjoy actually doing littlespace activities. Some littles are even more nervous with their Caregivers watching every move they make. This allows for more intimate interaction while still keeping each role defined and not crossing over each others roles. By no means though are all littles and Caregivers like this. These are only here to accentuate what should already exist…a loving and attentive Caregiver and an eager and playful little ready for their Caregiver’s attention. It’s all about the interaction and building trust with a partner. How many times have littles said they are frustrated because their Caregiver says all the right things but takes no initiative? Well, not every Caregiver is blessed with spur of the moment creativity. This way a Caregiver has a “formula”, ready at any time, but can be mixed, matched, and applied in various ways to develop a new way of caretaking. It takes pressure off of both roles when the creative energy isn’t really there. Consider it the back-up plan, always there to provide attention to your little and for you to build off of.

-Written by me, follow and see my blog at: https://babysplayground.wordpress.com/blog/

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and slowly you start to become the person you were born to be. slowly you start letting go of all the things that have been holding you back.

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You're Just A Silly Baby Cuck Queen

You really didn’t know how it happened. It just didn’t seem possible. Barely a year ago, you’d had the most amazing wedding. The man of your dreams had proposed and married you. Now, just before the anniversary of the best night of your life, you’re sitting in front of the TV watching Sesame Street in a wet diaper and sucking your thumb. You smiled as Elmo kept repeating the letter E. You know for a fact you shouldn’t be entertained by this. But it was hard to not giggle and sing along, even with your thumb making you lisp.

It had started off small. Your attention being drawn to the diaper aisle when you went shopping. Or dreams of playing with baby toys. But it slowly picked up. Before you knew it, you were wetting the bed, throwing temper tantrums, and you started to struggle with reading and writing. You shivered at the feeling of your drool trickling down your hand and breasts. Your dress left your breasts exposed. You knew you should be embarrassed about that. But it just didn’t seem important. So what if they were on display to the whole world? They’re just breasts.

“OOOH YEESS!” you cringed as you heard her moaning upstairs. Your husband’s new girlfriend. He’d brought her home about a week ago. You’d gotten quite upset about it and threw a tantrum, but he just smiled at you and told you it was nap time. You hadn’t had sex since you were put back in diapers during the day. That had to be 6 months ago. You pouted. He’d probably forgotten your anniversary too. He was banging some blond slut when it should be you.

As you sat there listening, you felt your pussy start to get wet. And for the first time in a while, not because you were peeing yourself. What would this mean for you? Would he divorce you so he could adopt you and make her your new Mommy?! You shook your head, trying in vain to get that thought out. But you could only go deeper into it.

Maybe they’d let you watch… you’ve not had an orgasm in months. She might take pity on you. Help you cum in your diaper by fucking your husband senseless and letting you hump your Teddy as you watch. They’d both probably laugh at you for it too. You let out a quiet moan. You know you should be appalled by these thoughts. But they made you feel so good.

You sat on your heel, trying desperately to hump it and relieve yourself. You didn’t dare make it look obvious you were trying to masturbate. That bitch spanked you the last time she caught you with your hand in your diaper. Your husband had been doing it to stop you from masturbating too, but this was far more humiliating. Plus, your husband just used his hand. His new girlfriend used a paddle. Your poor tushie still stung a little from it.

You closed your eyes, trying to pretend your thumb was his penis. But your mind still drifted back to you sitting in your wet diaper, sucking your thumb as you watched them fuck. “Hmph” you pouted. Your attention was brought back to Elmo when he started singing again. “Thith ith the thong! La la la la!” you giggled and sang along to Elmo’s song.

You were interrupted by a snort, followed by laughter. Turning around, you saw her standing there, butt naked. And with cum dripping out of her pussy. “Look hon. Your little wifey baby is trying to breastfeed her teddy” she said. You glanced down and indeed, your teddy had slipped a bit and it looked like you were trying to do just that. You glared at her, but you dared not removed your thumb from your mouth, or speak up. She’d spank you again. Your husband snorted, but walked to the kitchen and left the both of you alone. She walked over to you and stood directly in front of you.

“See this?” she parted her pussy open with her fingers, making the cum flow a little faster. You nodded, glaring up at her. “Does little baby Wifey wanna make cummies too?” she cooed, doing a fake pout and making it far too dramatic to be legitimate. You didn’t want to answer. Both yes and no were bad options. But you found yourself nodding.

She laughed again. “To think such a strong wizard would ever take a dimwitted, horny moron like you as his wife” she cackled. Your confusion must have been apparent because she laughed again. “What? Don’t tell me you thought you just naturally accepted this! Of course he used magic to make you like this!” she said. She took a break from her laughing.

“Tell you what. Since I just know you’ll never be growing up again, I’ll make you a deal” she said, getting closer. Her pussy was almost touching your nose now. “If you can clean out aaalll of his cum from my pussy, I’ll convince your hubby to let you watch us have sex. Maybe he’ll even let you hump your diapies if you’re good” she laughed.

You took barely a moment to make your decision. Your thumb came out of your mouth, dragging a line of drool with it too, and you licked his cum from her pussy. He’ll probably make you thank her for this. But if it let you make cummies again, you were more than happy to do so.

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Thiiiiis.

This is also why I get so irritated with Catfishes on either end.

Being a cg and little is a special bond. It isn't something to exploit.

It's also not just about sex. While having that connection is important - it's only a fraction of the whole picture. True intimacy only comes when trust, respect, and care is the foundation.

And, this is why I know my relationship is special. We have this connection.

I want what's best for him, healthy choices in all areas of life, to be successful and happy, living his fullest potential.

I can tell when something is on his mind. I know when he is truly happy and when he needs extra love.

I love him so much and I just want to see him thrive in every way.

All I want is for him to know how much he is cared for and loved.

I want to love the shitty experiences out of his system so that he trusts in love and feels safe to be open and vulnerable.

I crave depth in all I do.

And I'm not perfect, far from. I make tons of mistakes. I just know I want to be the best mommy and girlfriend to exist.

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An Unexpected Present (Pt. 1 and 2, NSFW 18+)

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now!

Image credit: This is NOT my image: All credit belongs to @starryprincxss

“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you excited for dinner?”

Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It was bad enough her husband-turned-daddy had dressed her in this humiliating outfit. Now someone else was going to see just how far she’d fallen. Years ago, before she’d met Daddy, she’d been a graduate student pursuing a doctorate in English. Now it was difficult to get more than a sentence or two out before her speech devolved into an incoherent mess of babbling and coos. She hugged her stuffed rabbit close, fingers balling in frustration beneath the velvety, padded mitts used to make her even more helpless. She didn’t like wearing the mitts. They took simple things, like holding her bottle, and turned them into a constant struggle. More complicated tasks like opening doors, getting dressed, and feeding herself were absolutely impossible. They forced her to rely on her oft smirking husband for things that were simple for others, especially the bathroom. Bethany whimpered around her pacifier and squeezed her legs together. The thick diaper under her dress crinkled loudly. Potty privileges had been one of the first things to go. It was hard to be defiant towards the person who kept your bottom dry and poopy free, after all.

He cupped her chin, tipping up her pouting face to meet his eyes. “The food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

Butterflies tickled Bethany’s insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasn’t actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would “let” her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didn’t work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new “job” was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape, all very important tasks for a proper girl, at least according to Daddy. It was debasing, humiliating, and utterly exciting. She leaned into him, pressing her ear against his chest and inhaling the scent of his skin. Sometimes being a baby slave had its perks.

He pushed her out to arm’s length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. “Now, when Daddy’s guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?”

She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.

He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”

The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchanged.

He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. “That must be her, come along, kiddo.”

Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethany’s stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away.  

Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. “You know the drill, sweetie,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.

Daddy threw open the door. “Rayna, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna… the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She concentrated and wracked her regressed mind for the connection. She sighed a second later, giving up. Remembering things that happened more than a few days ago was so hard now. She worried about it sometimes, but Daddy told her little girls didn’t need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.

Rayna chirped back, “Hey, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes locked with Bethany’s. “Ohh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.”

Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. “Hewwwha, what? Rayna?!” The discovery knocked her breath away and color drained from her face. Her eyes shot to Daddy, then to Rayna, then back again. No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl she’d tutored back in college. The girl she’d become close friends with, despite their differences in age. She was almost like a little sister. Now she was here. She was pretty, and 6 years younger than her, and she was standing in the doorway, beaming with joy at her infantile senior.

Bethany scrambled to her feet and pushed at the hem of her dress, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity but only managing to make herself look like a flustered toddler. “Wha-Rayna, why are you here?”

Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. “To see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddy’s always bragging about.”

“But, but how did you… why-“

Daddy interrupted her. “Hush. Babies shouldn’t be asking silly questions.”

Bethany turned to him, pleading. “But, Daddy!”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent.  

“Good, now that that’s settled, shouldn’t you be doing something right now?”

Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldn’t do something like that. It was too mean. She sniffled and balled her tiny fingers in frustration, only to eventually sink back to her knees. Fighting would only have her repeating the same process with a much redder bottom. Slowly, one hand in in front of the other, she crawled toward an expectant Rayna.

Rayna giggled and looked to Bethany’s husband. “Is she always this feisty?”

He shook his head. “She’s usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.”

Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Rayna’s feet.

“What’s she doing,” Rayna asked, bemused.

“Oh, she’s just saying hello.”

Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. “Hewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meet’choo.” She wrapped her arms around Rayna’s leg and did as she’d been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitor’s foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. “I wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.” She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddy’s comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.

Part 2 begins here.

Rayna frowned. “Aww, I’m sorry. I think I upset her.”

Daddy laughed and placed an affectionate hand on Beth’s head. “No, it’s ok. She just gets shy around guests.” He gently pried the weeping girl from his leg and kneeled down. “Isn’t that right, sugar?”

Bethany sniffled loudly and hid her face in the safety of his shoulder.

He chuckled and kissed the crown of her head. “Shh, everything is alright, dear,” he whispered. “Let’s go get some num-nums for my baby girl, ok?”

Bethany spoke into his shirt, refusing to leave her sanctuary. “Mmmkay,” came the muffled reply.

He turned his head to address Rayna. “I think she’s a little fussier than normal because she’s hungry.”

Rayna nodded in understanding. “Ohh, I see.”

“Tell you what. I’ll go set up the table while you two wait in the living room.”

Beth looked up in shock. Surely, he couldn’t really mean to leave her like this. “No…” she whimpered.

Daddy wrapped his arms around her. “Shh, there there. It’s ok, sweetpea, it’ll only be a few minutes.” He stared into her eyes and smiled reassuringly. “You trust me, don’t you, kiddo?”

Bethany shuddered as his fingers caressed her cheek. “Of course, but…” her eyes flickered to Rayna.

“Ms. Rayna is very nice, I promise she won’t be mean, punkin.”

She looked back to Rayna. The other woman dazzled her with a warm smile. Despite her unexpected entrance and teasing words, Rayna seemed like… well, Rayna. Bethany wrapped her husband in a hug. “Otay, Daddy.”

He stood back up and gave her an affectionate pat. “Now you be a big girl and keep an eye on miss Rayna for me, ok? If she does anything naughty just let me know and I’ll give her a good spanking.”

Bethany giggled. “Okay Daddy!”

Rayna laughed along. “I’ll be on my best behavior, pinky promise.”

With that, Daddy left them. Bethany sat on the floor, once again nervous without the protective blanket of her Daddy’s presence.

Rayna coughed politely. “Maybe you could give me a little tour around the house?”

Bethany nodded hesitantly. “Oh, um, okay I guess.” She crawled towards the living room, butt crinkling loudly.

Rayna shook her head and smiled. Poor baby, she thought. The little thing was so overwhelmed she forgot how to walk.

Bethany stopped in the center of the carpet. “Um,” she said, looking up, “this is the living room. There’s the uh, TV, and… um…” she trailed off, realizing evidence of her new life was everywhere. The décor was simple. A small coffee table acted as the centerpiece, with a plush couch nearby. A Tv sat opposite the couch. Several sizes of bookshelves, cubbies, end-tables, and other minor pieces of furniture gave the room a lived in feeling. Bethany’s shame lay in the corner of the room, next to a plain white cubby. It was, for all intents and purposes, her play pen. Stuffed animals and dolls lay scattered about a white furry carpet trimmed in bright pink. Sturdy looking wooden bars closed the space off from the rest of the room. The gate to the set-up had a small padlock, perfect for keeping wandering babies where adults could keep an eye on them. The cubby next to the pen was no better. Each of the shelves contained some type of infantile accessory. Extra diapers, baby wipes, powder, lotion, a changing mat, and toys, adult or otherwise, were neatly arranged in the shelves. Bethany winced as she noticed the crayons and paper still on the table.

“Oh my goodness! This is adorable!” Rayna rushed over to the play pen. “Look at all your stuffies. This is so cute.” She looked down on the mortified woman. Her eyes softened. “Your Daddy must really love you.”

Bethany hesitantly looked up to meet Rayna’s gaze. “Yes…” she whispered. Daddy did love her. He said so every day.

“You really are just a baby girl.” Rayna walked over to Beth and hugged her. “I haven’t seen you since you dropped out.”

Bethany swallowed uncomfortably at the memory.  She’d been a year away from graduation when everything had just… caught up to her. Her mental health had gone into a downward spiral. Her grades tanked. She cut herself off from friends and family. She was plagued with self doubt at every decision. Did she really want this degree? She’d taken loans to get it, did she waste all that money and time? Should she go to work today? Would they want her there? Would anyone miss her? All these questions and more were just too much. She didn’t remember much about that time. It all seemed like a gray haze, until she met Daddy. The world brightened. She realized she didn’t need to get a degree or find a career she didn’t really want. What was a few lost years of study compared to a life time of unhappiness? Daddy had helped her find happiness. He helped her find and accept the role where she belonged, one diaper change at a time.

“Dinner’s ready,” Daddy said, walking back into the room. He smiled when he noticed Rayna wrapped around his baby girl. “I see you two are getting along well. Did I miss anything?”

Rayna shook her head and stood. “Not really, baby Beth here was showing me her pretty play pen.”

Bethany blushed and looked down. She hadn’t wanted Rayna to see it. She’d just forgotten 26 year old women weren’t supposed to have one. That was when she noticed it. Her eyes widened and shot to her Daddy. The tension wasn’t the only thing that had drained out of her. Bethany bit her lip to stop it from quivering and tried to push the dress down. She didn’t want her junior to know Daddy’s training had made her almost completely incontinent. She could still feel… the other end as a vague pressure, but with wetting there was no warning, just a sudden flood of damp warmth pressing against her princess parts. Her training kicked in. “Pee pee, Daddy!” Good girls tell adults when they’ve used their diapies. That way big boys and girls can change them. He’d trained her too well. Regret and mortification set in quickly.

Rayna was looking at her with pitying eyes while Daddy’s were filled with amusement and pride.

Bethany struggled to hold back her sobs. Her diaper was all hot and squishy now and Rayna’s giggling was making it all worse.

“Aw, did the pee pee pwincess use her diapes,” Daddy teased. He walked over and reached down to check. He began to grope and knead the sodden padding.

Bethany began to squirm and fidget beneath his touch.

“Oh, don’t fuss, baby. I’m just checking your diapy,” he said slyly.

Bethany gasped as he stuck a finger in and quickly ran it over her clit. He circled it a couple more times before withdrawing and rising to full height.  

He held up his finger. A thin string of clear fluid dripped from the tip. “I think it can take a couple more accidents. What do you think, Ray?”

Rayna knelt between Bethany’s legs and smiled gently. “Open up your legs, sweetie. Don’t be shy, show Aunty Rayna.”  

Bethany shivered on the floor. She bit her lip and looked into the other woman’s eyes. This wasn’t good. The degrading treatment and Daddy’s touch were sending her libido into overdrive. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, indistinct. Bethany spread her legs like Rayna asked. She even scooched forward just a smidge more than necessary, secretly hoping for another caress.

“Did you have an accident, cutie? Did da widdle baby girl do a potty in her pampers?” Rayna poked around. “Yes, you did,” she gave Bethany’s crotch an encouraging rub. “Yes, you did! Who’s a little pee pee pants, huh?”

Eyes glazed over and kitty buzzing, Bethany whispered back, “me.” She snapped out of it when Rayna pulled her hand back to clap enthusiastically.

“Das, wight,” she cooed. “You’re the little baby! Ohh, what a smart girl.” Rayna turned to look at Daddy. “She’s so cute. I can’t believe I ever thought she was my senior.”

“Just goes to show you,” he chuckled, “you can’t change a baby girl by her cover.”

Bethany let her dress fall and crawled over to Daddy’s feet. “Can we please eat now,” she begged, wanting the whole ordeal to be over.

“Of course, sorry kiddo. You were just so adorable I forgot all about it.”

She struggled to keep her pout as a small smile twisted her lips. Damn it. Why was he so good at pushing her buttons? He helped her stand on shaky feet and led them both to the kitchen.

She saw it immediately on entering. Standing proudly at the head of the table was an adult sized wooden high-chair. It looked like it even had an adjustable tray.

“Merry Christmas,” Rayna cried.

Bethany stared dumbly.

“Don’t you like it, sweetpea? Now you can eat at the table like a big girl! No more princess bowl! Well, for now at least,” he teased, referring to the bright pink and glittery dish she normally ate out of.

She sniffled. She’d been hoping to sneak under the table to eat in silence and shame. Now she was going to be the center of attention, strapped in and unable to even hold a spoon. “Wha-“ she yelped as her arms were lifted up.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Daddy apologized, “I know you wanted to show Ms. Rayna how pretty you are, but I don’t want a certain messy baby getting sauce all over her clothes.” He pulled the cloth up and over her head.

Bethany whined pathetically and covered her chest.

“Hey, it’s ok baby Beth,” Rayna said.  “You don’t need to cover yourself up around me. You’re going to be showing me a lot more than that later anyways. Plus, like, don’t babies normally run around all nakey?”

Bethany’s heart skipped a beat. What did she mean she would be showing more!? Did Daddy know about this? Of course he did. Daddy knew everything. She met his gaze and received a slight nod in return. “D-daddy?”

“Merry Christmas, sog monster,” he smiled.

What did that mean? What did that have anything to do with Christmas?!

He patted her head. As with all things requiring independent thought, she clearly needed a little help. “Rayna here is going to be your new babysitter while I’m at work.”

“Bu-butbu but I don’t need a baby sitter,” Bethany protested.

He pinched her cheek and switched over to his teasy voice. “Oooh I know, hun. You’re such a big girl, staying home all by yourself and doing the chores. Such an independent little lady.” He laughed and shook his head. “No dear, I think you do need one. I know how lonely you get, and I felt bad that I couldn’t give my baby girl the attention she needed.” He gestured to Rayna. “Now you’ll have a friend to play with while Daddy isn’t here, and the best part is she’ll even change your little mush tush. Isn’t that great, kiddo?”

Shudders wracked her body and she thumped to the floor, head lolling.

“Oh my god,” Rayna yelled and knelt beside the insensate girl. “Is she ok?”

Her husband was still smiling, seemingly unconcerned by the shocking display. “Oops,” he chuckled and reached down to run a finger under the leg band of his wife’s diaper. He swirled it for a moment then withdrew and held it up to the light. Glistening, clear strands of fluid dripped from the tip. “Yep,” he puffed and shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”

“What do you mean, what the hell is wrong with her?” Rayna was worried for her friend. Why didn’t her husband care?

“She’s fine. Probably a little more than fine, really,” he said cryptically. “When she gets too excited, she tends to have… accidents,” he grinned.

“Wait, do you mean, just now… she just- just? Without even touching…?”

He nodded affirmatively. “Yup, she can’t control herself, after all.”

Rayna’s concern dissolved into incredulous giggles.

They worked together to lift the insensate girl and secure her to the seat. Fluffy pink and white straps on the arms and legs of the chair were wrapped around her arms and legs to prevent any movement from fussy babies who might make a mess. Just as Bethany began to gain awareness, they took their seats at the table.

“Welcome back, buttercup,” her Daddy chimed. “Time to eat.”  

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Beddybye time. The weekend is almost over :( It’s Sunday so early bedtime for little boys and girls 💋 #abdl #abdlboy #abdlgirl #abdlcommunity #diaperlover #cglg #cglb

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A certain little boy got in trouble and needed a timeout this morning. Such a cute little pouty butt. -Mommy

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Fabine Christmas Diapers

Anyone know where I can buy Fabine Christmas diapers? I checked their site, but they apparently don't make them anymore and I can't find any trace anywhere else. If you know an eBay store or something I would be most appreciative.

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Commission_Sammy Tamae big page part 1 by SketchMan-DL

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I love taking nature pics. Thought I’d share a few

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One of those nights

I’m probably just emotional but I’m having one of those extremely alone kind of nights where you just sit and cry and feel like you have nobody. I have no energy to rant or vent, I just feel lonely and broken.

Sorry to pour it on you, babies. I don’t know where else to go.

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I will never in my life be good enough for anyone or anything. That is a proven fact.

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If you're good enough for you, you're better than anyone else deserves.

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My first decorated paci. I love how it turned out! Paci from @onesiesdownunder

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Explaining to a Little why they can't be mean to others

Mommy: ‘If you are mean to them, then they might be mean to you.’

Little: ‘Nu-uh. I’m Superman.’

Mommy: ‘What if they have kryptonite?’

Little: 'I not allergic to kryptonite. I a different Superman.’

Mommy: 'Then what is you weakness?’

Little: 'nothing’

Mommy: 'But every super hero has a weakness.’

Little: …..

Little: 'I not potty trained.’

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Tinkerbell by argrim