Daddy Don Davis has been taking excellent care of me since we fell in love in 1991. When I got very sick just weeks after we met, Daddy Don was there for me totally, day and night. Not only did he take time off from work, he argued with my HMO on my behalf. Don wasn't trying to buy my affection with money and presentsóI'm not for sale and that isn't his style. He happens to be one of those rare people who is a natural nurturer.
A couple of weeks before I met Don, I had the epiphany (realization) that beneath my adult/big girl exterior, at heart I am a big baby girl. As a corporate attorney, and an experienced player in the adult spanking and bondage scenes, strangers assume I'm totally confident, brave and sure of myself. Daddy Don instantly felt my big baby soul. Never once did he presume to even suggest ways I could improve myself. He simply provided a positive role model, allowing me the space to work things out for myself, while secure in the knowledge he will always be there to cover my back, ready to exert his considerable influence should I ask for his help.
While reading this tale, please accept that I totally adore Don Davis as: a nurturer; adult friend; companion; the love of my life; Baby Angel's surrogate daddy-figure. To me Don is also the sexiest man I have ever known, in all senses of the term "known."
Don discovered the sexual uses of spanking while attending high school circa 1944. By the time I met him, Don had been successfully turning-on women by playing the romantic dominant disciplinarian for 47 years. Like me, Don's late wife Jean considered spanking foreplay her major turn-on. When Jean lost most of her bladder control in 1987, Don willingly learned to change adult diapers. He thus transformed himself into "Daddy" Don. He had been a widower for over a year when we fell in love. Frequently I thank God Jean wore didees. I believe she approves of the way Daddy Don and I take care of one another.
As many of our friends know, during the summer of 1997 Don became the graveyard shift supervisor at the leading motion picture laboratory in Hollywood. This often means 14 hour work periods, from 6:30pm one day to 8:30am the following morning. Suddenly Don needed to sleep very soundly in the middle of the day. For the first few weeks he was having great difficulty sleeping.
In the old days, before this job, Don did not require much sleep. Unless he was doing strenuous physical work, he could do very well with 2 periods of sleep each of 2 hours per 24 hours. Then it made no difference what or how much Don drank, he would use a toilet when convenient and sleep as long as he wanted. When he needed to check on my diaper in the middle of the night, Daddy Don would simply wake up quietly. He might then do some work in another room before coming back to bed to sleep until I woke him for play, sex or because I wanted another diaper change.
The human body well knows when it is night. Normally production of urine slows at night. Within a few days of taking his new job, Don had a shade specialist install black-out curtains, some remotely controlled, on all Master Bedroom Suite windows. Unfortunately, even with a very dark bedroom, the brain is not fooled that day is night, so urine flow still does not slow during the actual daytime. Because his bladder was telling him he needed to pee, poor Don was waking up!
To me and other big babies, the answer was obvious. Convincing Don that diapers, plastic panties and rubber waterproof pads are the effective and practical answer required some persuasion. The first time I made the suggestion, Don had a million objections. At least Don talked to his movie health plan doctor, who agreed the problem was the usual daytime urination pattern. The doctor said that many graveyard shift workers wear containment garments while sleeping. The doctor was probably thinking DEPEND, not cloth diapers with plastic panties.
In TRUE DIAPER TALES IV, DPF published Don's "Diaper Days" about the time when he was 8 years old, and sweet-talked into being spanked and returned to playtime and nighttime diapers with Playtex panties by Mrs. Virginia Woodward, the tallish redhead mother of his best friend Joel.
An outlandish Plan started to form in my head. I thought: I'm strawberry blond; in my highest heels I'm taller than Don; he loves and trusts me. Enlisting the help and cooperation of our closest diaper buddies, plus a select handful of other useful folks, I became convinced this plan just could work.
Before writing this True Tale, I discussed these events with our beloved Big Baby leader Tommy. He asked how I feel about these fundamental changes to my relationship with Don, do I enjoy being Mommy and why. Those are valid questions. Although I will make my feelings clear, after I explain The Plan, The Plan, in my Conclusion I'll share my true inner feelings with you.
You might want to "jump" to the end of this tale to read the background biographies of our friends who helped carry out my plan, Daddy Don and me. Perhaps you will then want to take the Virtual Tour providing details of our Master Bedroom Suite, adjacent rooms, and the rest of our home, including: Nursery and Nursery Potty; Master Bathroom; Playspace II; Guest Bedroom.
While reading the rest of Don's Second Diaper Days+Spankings you can use the Appendix and the Glossary to learn more, plus my opinions, about the products, services, customs and "terms of art" that I mention. I happen to love details, which often get in the way of good storytelling. So, this time I'm trying something new. The old Angela would have written something like: "I prepared Don a diaper set consisting of a large D101 Super Soft Baby Heaven gauze adult diaper with a Paragon disposable Diaper Doubler covered by an infant-size Gerber cloth prefold as the soaker combination. A pair of large yellow P303 Softies Plastic Panties were ready for Don." Heh, I've lost track of the story point. Now, since the Appendix/Glossary tells you my preferences, I can simplify by rewriting that: "I prepared Don one of our usual diaper sets and on the nearby counter I lay his plastic panties."
A wise correspondent once wrote about me: "Angela rarely uses English comprehensible to us. Unfortunately, none of us speak fluent Angela!" Okay, Your Honor, I plead guilty as charged. So, instead of interrupting this tale with lengthy exposition and definitions, I have covered that in the Appendix and the Glossary. Please go on and use it when you want.
I appreciate your patience to this point. I hope you enjoy reading what follows as much as I enjoy sharing it with you.
Your Loving Big Baby Sister,Angela
Angela Bauer, PO Box 38040, Los Angeles, CA 90038. DPF #2331
Now, at last I am going to explain The Plan, The Plan.
Since waking up to pee was disturbing Don's attempts to sleep soundly during daytime, and given that his doctor had told him many graveyard shift workers wear incontinent protection while sleeping, it was obvious that Don should be returned to bedtime diapers.
Occasionally (maybe once a month since 1992) I could sweet-talk Don into letting me diaper him as part of my big baby play. I can't recall him actually wetting, on his own, during these games, which rarely lasted longer than two hours. Sometimes I would stick his hand into a bowl of warm water, which usually caused some wetting. We all know a damp didee feels better than a dry one, so as part of our play I would use a turkey baster to squirt a little warm water into Don's diaper immediately after I pulled his plastic panties into place.
As part of his Halloween costume and events like long car trips and Renaissance Faire, Don had worn diapers and plastic panties. He even wet those once in a while. So, Don was used to me changing his diaper.
The only times Don had tried sleeping in a diaper, since I've known him, were on special occasions, such as a vacation we took with other diaper couples in 1994. Of course he wasn't working long hours all-night at those times, so he didn't need much sleep. However, he always claimed the diapers kept him awake. It's true he didn't sleep soundly, but I assumed that was because he was excited by the event and wanted to be ready to change me. During our group diaper vacations, it is tradition that every participant change everyone else's diaper at least once. So, several women, and a few guys, had changed Don's didees.
My assumption, the basis of The Plan, The Plan, was that all Don needed was intensive supervision while diapered and attempting to sleep, so he would stay in bed mostly asleep while wetting his diaper, instead of getting up, fully awake, to use a toilet. To provide this level of supervision and positive reinforcement encouragement, I would have to devote all day for several days, to serve as Don's big babysitter.
I hoped Don still would respond to the image of Mrs Woodward, who had successfully returned Don to diapers he did not need when he was 8 years old. Virginia Woodward had depended on her charm, good looks and sweet-talk, backed with the rewards of treats to eat and the hint of erotic fun. Mrs W also introduced Don to negative reinforcement behavior modification with her right palm and/or hairbrush applied firmly to his heinie. Spanking Don would be a rotten job, but if that was the only way to keep him in bed until he was rested, then I would just have to suck-it-in and bring my Mistress Angela persona and wardrobe out of retirement.
Starting "Operation Don's Diaper Days," shortly after dawn on Saturday, August 9, 1997, I put a waterproof pad on his side of our bed. On Changing Table I prepared for him one of our usual diaper sets and on the nearby counter I lay his large yellow plastic panties.
That morning I wore the sexy outfit I hoped would help Don recall Virginia Woodward of 1942: black dÈcolletÈ WonderBra; black garter belt; black seamed stockings; shiny black ultra high heel shoes; a low-cut black cocktail dress; dark red matte lipstick. My hair was up in a conservative bun. Let's face it, because I am still a big baby girl, I also needed GoodNites as my undies.
When I greeted Don in the doorway at 8:30am, he was pleasantly surprised. I kissed him warmly, hugging him close. After putting his briefcase away, Don willingly let me lead him to our bedroom. There I helped him out of all his adult clothing, kissing him gently to encourage good cooperation. Don didn't really want a bath, but that was part of my strategy. He seemed to worry that my sexy clothing would get wet as I knelt beside the whirlpool to bathe him. I assured Don that my clothes would dry, reminding him how often he had washed me without getting soaked himself. The bath oil soothed him. Despite the warm water, his erection made it obvious he enjoyed my attention.
As I dried Don with a big towel, he started to get frisky. I lightly smacked his backside with my hand, remarking that Mrs. Woodward had spanked with a hairbrush.
Eight hours of sound, uninterrupted sleep would be ideal for Don. Making it clear that he really needed immediate rest, I promised we would have time for erotic sex later that day. Don pouted childishly. I kissed him.
He was not sure about being diapered, once he realized what I was doing. Until then, I had always changed him on a changing mat on a bed or floor, so climbing onto Changing Table was a new experience for Don. A combination of kisses and sharp tushie smacks put him in position on his diaper set. I: liberally applied baby lotion to Don's balls, erect penis, buttocks and upper thighs; sprinkled on some baby powder; and pulled his diaper snug before he changed his mind. As his diaper was pinned, Don relaxed, cooperating well as I worked his plastic panties into place. Not wanting to over-do the big baby aspect of the moment, I handed Don a plain white Tee-shirt. It would be warm enough on that hot day, while not interfering with subsequent diaper changes.
Don went to bed without coaxing. I tucked him under a sheet and kissed his cheek. Most of his body was by then exhausted, even if his mind was still wide awake and randy. Anticipating that, I had a very boring story ready to read to him. That helped. He claimed to be thirsty, so I gave him some apple juice in a tippy cup. Then I changed into a simple long nightshirt, with my GoodNites but without any adult lingerie. I snuggled beside Don, kissing him only lightly, in what I hoped was a "Mommy-Like" way. Within an hour Don was asleep. My GoodNites was wet, so I carefully eased my way out of bed. While Don slept, I pinned myself into my usual diaper set, covered with plastic panties. I quietly sat close to his bed, so I could deal with any eventuality.
About 12:00 noon Don stirred. He was partially awake, and obviously needed to pee. I gently restrained him, whispering a reminder that he was diapered. He should stay in bed and piss. I kissed his forehead, while lightly stroking the front of his diaper. A flow of wee-wee started. Soon Don returned to sound sleep. At 1:00pm he was less awake when he started to move. I could feel that the back of his diaper was still dry and the front was far from soaked. All I needed to do was stroke his diaper, and he peed on cue. Within a minute he was fast asleep. About 2:00pm Don stirred and wet on his own before I could do anything. Unfortunately by now his diaper set had nearly reached capacity. Fortunately he did not react or awaken when I had checked his didee.
At 2:30pm I sensed he was about to wet. I woke him, led him to Nursery Potty, and removed his panties and didee so he could use the toilet. That was just as well, because he was making Number Two.
In the nursery, I already had a diaper set in position on Changing Table. Don was a model of cooperation as I carefully wiped him and applied baby lotion to his butt crack, tushie, upper thighs and pubic region. I snugged his didee and pinned both sides without him fussing. While steadying him as I worked his fresh dry panties into place, Don noticed I was wearing a cloth diaper. He chuckled.
Back in bed again, Don once more claimed to be thirsty. Now was the time to up the ante. I brought him a baby nurser bottle of apple juice. I held drowsy Don and the bottle. He readily accepted the nipple, started to suckle contentedly, and fell asleep before the bottle was half gone.
Although Don has never been way into pacifiers, this seemed like a chance to experiment. I eased a paci into his mouth, kissed his cheek and tucked a thin summer blanket over his legs. Don was by now sleeping much more soundly than any baby I had ever known. I was famished, so I did not monitor him very closely while snacking. His alarm clock was set for 5:30pm. He had to leave for work shortly after 6:00pm. Don would need time to eat, shave, shower and dress which would limit our romance. I grudgingly let Don sleep, hoping he was still aroused, since I was ready for some adult erotic action.
Hooray for hormones! Don woke on his own well before 5:00pm, fairly wet, yet ready for love. He removed his plastic panties and diaper set without comment and put them in the correct pails. From the nursery, he had to walk across the bedroom to the master lavatory bathroom, bare-bottomed below his Tee-shirt. He showered and shaved in record time, returning to our bedroom buck-naked. I went into my adult brat act, forgetting that I was still diapered and wearing the dull nightshirt. Nothing slowed Don, who soon had me undressed and OTK as "punishment" for my bratty behavior. This is our favorite foreplay so I'll leave the rest of that episode to your vivid imagination!
During Don's 12 hour work shift he phoned me twice to say how rested he felt. He invited me to join him for an early breakfast.
On Sunday morning, August 10th, we rushed eating. Don needed no persuasion to take a bath. I dressed in a diaper, plastic panties and a nightshirt before preparing his diaper set on Changing Table. I washed his back, dried him and had Don diapered, in bed, and suckling a baby bottle of juice by 9:30am. Cuddling him while holding his bottle meant I had to tell him a beddy-bye story from memory. Don went to sleep fast. Eventually he shifted position. He probably wet.
While Don slept, I prepared another diaper set on Changing Table. Shortly before 1:00pm I woke him with a baby nurser of diluted guava juice. Don's didee was wet but not soaked. I helped him onto Changing Table, pushed his Tee-shirt up his back, and removed his diaper. He badly needed to poop and he wanted to go on Nursery Potty. Don is a "regular fellow" after consuming so much juice.
When Don returned to Changing Table, he cooperated as I wiped and lotioned him; pinned on his dry diaper set; and covered it with plastic panties. In minutes he was back in bed, finishing his bottle and nearly asleep. He is soo cute with a pacifier in his mouth!
Don woke up shortly before 4:00pm, rested and ready to do anything. I was napping in a very wet diaper. So Don, who by then was clean, shaved, and wearing only tight sexy big boy briefs, had to help me out of my diaper. After some clean-up, I put on sexy big girl panties, which was sort of silly since they did not stay on me very long!
Unfortunately I had to fly out of town at dawn Monday, August 11. Travel, when you want to stay home, is the downside of being a corporate lawyer. Anticipating this trip, I had hired Karen as Don's babysitter/nanny. She is a professional dominatrix we both had previously met, but neither of us knew her well. Karen is a very slender redhead, somewhat older and slightly taller than me. Only Karen was trusted by my friend Peggy to frequently babysit, and spank, her handsome husband Lance. I was confident Karen, without making a serious pass at my beloved, could gently change Don's diaper, and even help him wet it, should that be necessary. (Please read more about Karen, Peggy and biographies of all The Cast Of Characters following my Conclusion.)
When I first selected her, I gave Karen a copy of "Diaper Days," so she had a good idea about Don's erotic fantasies. Karen and I talked about what to expect. Karen knew that Don had never been submissive as an adult. What she remembered best from Don's tale was his description of being spanked with a wooden hairbrush by Mrs Woodward. Because I totally disliked being hairbrush spanked, that is the only kind of spanking implement we did not own. Karen has a genuine Sassy Bottoms hairbrush which she wanted to bring. There was a risk spanking Don. Adult spanking is an erotic act. Would arousing Don help get him to sleep? Could Karen really be trusted?
My deal with Karen was for her to stay at our house until Friday night, when I was scheduled to return home, so she could babysit Don from the time he arrived home until he was off to work each weekday.
On the evening of August 7 (the previous Thursday), after Don was at work, I had given Karen a detailed tour of our house. We spent considerable time in Nursery, Potty, Master Bedroom and Bathroom. Although there are a whole bunch of esoteric gadgets and a million controls, only some of which, and none of the drawers or cabinets, are labeled, Karen is a quick study. She assured me she knew what was where and how to operate all our big baby nursery equipment. Both of us felt strongly that Don needed to be re-introduced to Karen before he was told she would be his babysitter.
One good thing about Don's schedule is that on Sundays he usually doesn't start work until 11:30pm. Often Don and I have an early Sunday dinner with our inner circle of adult diaper/spanking friends, Peggy and Lance, and my sister Missy and her husband John.
This week we were scheduled to meet and eat at Peggy and Lance's home. I phoned her, briefly outlined my plan and got Karen invited to join us. Peggy came up with the brilliant idea that it would be a 1940's theme evening: the guys in double-breasted suits, wide painted ties and fedoras; the gals in Virginia Woodward-style.
After our protracted romantic romp, Don put on his 1940's costume, while I did my hair, painted my face and got dressed.
The party was a huge success. Don clearly dug Karen, although she treated him as if he were a child at an adult event. Looking at my watch, I announced, "It's almost 9:00pm. I've got to take Don home." Turning to Karen, I asked, "Do you know how to get to our place? Or do you want to follow us?"
By now Don was totally confused. "What's going on? Why is Karen gonna follow us?" he asked with a hint of complaint.
"Because Nanny Karen will be staying at our house while I'm away" I replied, "so she can properly BABYSIT you."
"I don't want a sitter, even Karen!" Don whined. "I'm too big for a nanny."
"Don't be silly. Of course you need a babysitter! End of discussion! You wet your diapers and you can't change yourself. So quit whining. That's not a desired behavior! Half an hour ago you couldn't get enough of Karen's attention. Soon she'll be changing you. Think about that." Don knew I had caught him flirting. He probably realized that I could have selected a less attractive dominatrix as his nanny. I fixed him with my best stern glare. He mumbled good-bye to the group, and did not argue when I insisted on driving us home.
Karen was positively bubbling with energy, clearly anticipating a unique and exciting assignment. After Don brought her belongings from her car, I helped Karen settle into the comfortable Guest Room, which is conveniently close to Master Bedroom Suite. She had several sexy black outfits, plain and print house and day dresses, lower heels and even flats. A classic Sassy hairbrush was in her purse. While Don was getting dressed for work, I told Karen he was, for the most part, cooperating very well and was nearly ready to sleep in diapers on his own.
His "getting dressed" seemed to be taking a very long time. Karen and I went to Master Bedroom. I sat on my vanity stool and Karen in my nearby Nursing Chair.
"Don, it doesn't matter if you're dressed. God knows I've seen you naked, and Karen will be diapering you, so don't go all modest! I want you to hear my instructions to Karen because then you will know what I expect from both of you." He stood just inside the bathroom, pulling on this shirt, so he was close enough to hear me very well. I continued:
"This won't take long. Since it is vital that he gets enough rest, give Don only a short bath before his first beddy-bye diaper. After work the only food he needs is a bottle of juice: apple, guava, strawberry or a combination. Whatever you decide.
DON WILL COME STRAIGHT HOME FROM WORK, so he should be here long before 8:30am. If not, he had better have a damn good explanation! Use your own judgment about that or any other rudeness, misbehavior, or lack of cooperation. While he should go straight to bed, if you decide it's necessary, don't delay his punishment.
Just please keep me informed. If you want to talk to me about Don's misbehavior, use my nation-wide pager. Add the Naughty Boy code 142. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Don, there's a new sheriff in town! I've given Karen full SPANKING AUTHORITY. For the past several weeks you've suddenly needed discipline. Lately you have been so arrogant and inconsiderate that, trust me, many times I've very nearly SPANKED you myself. Think of this as an opportunity for positive deportment improvement. Karen, if I don't return your page immediately, and you do decide to spank Don, please inform me right away by paging me Code 316. The Corner-Time code is 320.
Don, I expect you to be a perfect gentleman and obey Karen. Stop pouting! Even if I could have stayed, I'd have enforced the same new rules. Yes, I remember how to administer a spanking to naughty boys.
No questions? Okay, then group huggies! Don, give each of us a kiss, then Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work you go!"
Don might have been stunned, even shocked, but he was also aroused. His cotton slacks did not conceal his erection!
Dawn would be here soon. Before we went to bed, Karen and I had some hot chocolate. We talked as I pinned on my nighttime diaper. I reminded Karen that my strict speech was only intended to intimidate Don and that I preferred she limit actual punishment to 15 minutes of Corner-Time.
Bright and early (4:30am, Monday, August 11) Karen woke me with a cup of coffee. She was wearing a sexy short black dress, stiletto high heel pumps and seamed stockings. I thought her short white kid gloves and faux pearl necklace were an inspired touch, very Virginia Woodward. Karen's hair was in a soft bun and her makeup was far less severe than my original 1940's concept. Don would be delighted.
Obviously Karen had done her homework. She brought with her a Baby Cam which transmits sound and picture to both a VCR and a small battery-powered TV set she can carry with her. Clearly Karen had put a lot of effort into my plan to return Don to sleeping in diapers. As we sipped coffee, we went over last second details. Suddenly the shuttle van was here. Karen and I air-kissed good-bye.
Don nearly died of shock when Karen greeted him as "Donny," telling him her son Joel was away. (I know, because Karen got every moment on video tape.) She had Donny out of his clothes and in his bath before he caught his breath. He was shy when Karen started to bathe him. She won him over with charm, kisses and a judicious smack on his hand.
After Karen had dried Donny, she casually pointed out the Sassy hairbrush atop Adult Bureau. That was another Mrs. Woodward detail which Donny instantly remembered. Nothing obvious was said about spanking at that time. Karen applied lotion to Donny in the most intimate way. Soon Donny was wearing yellow plastic panties over his diaper, all covered with a Disney Babies sleepshirt Karen had bought for this special occasion. Donny went to bed with his baby bottle without stalling. I had pre-recorded several bedtime stories on cassette. Karen started one playing softly. Donny was asleep before the story ended.
In fantasy and old TV shows, Mommies did housework while wearing stockings, spike high heels and a string of pearls. Catch the opening of "Dream On" on HBO if you doubt me. That is not for real. I have yet to meet any mature person who even claims to have seen Mommies routinely wearing stockings, heels, pearls, et cetera, while tending to infants. Even an experienced dominatrix like Karen has her limits. Before she checked Donny's didee for the first time, she changed into flats and a print cotton house dress.
Donny slept peacefully; he didn't stir for three hours. Karen checked his diaper at 12:45pm. In her opinion it was quite wet. A bottle was warming, and a dry diaper set was ready when Karen woke Donny. He was very groggy.
This first time, removing his didee was not routine. As Karen was rolling him onto his side, so she could wipe and lotion his tushie, Donny made a mad dash to Nursery Potty, because he needed to poop. Do-do happens!
Frankly Karen is no more inclined to clean-up a stinky mess than is Daddy Don or me. This time, luck was on the side of every one. Donny was clean and quite sheepish when he returned to the changing area.
A video recording shows that Karen sternly scolded Donny for leaving the table without her express permission and assistance. She cut him some slack because of the pressure in his bowels. Nevertheless, rules are rules. Donny was sentenced to 12 hand spanks on his lotioned bare bottom. Karen pulled him OTK while she sat in Spanking Chair. She let Donny off really easy, merely administering a spanking I would consider simply very mild foreplay. That spanking was way short of serious punishment. Donny wriggled shamelessly.
With his backside slightly pink, Donny did squirm more than before as his diaper set was pinned on. Karen made it clear additional spanks could be administered, and her hairbrush was in ready-reserve. Donny was contrite and very cooperative as she worked his plastic panties into place. He went directly to bed, held his own bottle, which he suckled completely. As he drifted off he was working his pacifier. Despite having been spanked, Donny's sleep pattern was the same as always. Maybe he was pensive, since at one point his paci slipped from his mouth; he didn't spit it out. Karen replaced it when she checked his didee.
Because of the spanking, and delays in getting Donny down to sleep in the morning, he was still soundly asleep when the alarm rang at 5:30pm. Donny cooperated nicely when Karen woke him. She removed his diaper. He showered, shaved and got dressed in private, off camera. Karen waited until Don was en route to his film lab before she reported to me by phone. Then she left to shop and eat dinner at a restaurant.
On Tuesday morning (August 12) Karen was wearing a house dress when she greeted Donny. While Donny slept, Karen ran a load of diapers and hand washed his used plastic panties. Since sleeping Donny did not need much of her attention, Karen read back issues of BABYLOVE MAGAZINE. Because she is not a member of DPF, I could not give her the combination to the security filing cabinet where we keep the Newsletter and Roster collection dating from 1984. Between my big baby videos and the various big baby TV shows, plus old copies of PlayPen, Karen was getting a university grad school BBM course in Big Baby Management.
About 1:00pm, right after Karen changed Donny (who asked permission before going to poop), Peggy visited. She adored the Baby Cam. (She and Lance love gadgets and have since purchased a Baby Cam system.)
As Donny slept while she checked his diaper, Peggy lightly kissed his forehead. Since he didn't require any of their immediate attention, Peg confided to Karen she had always wondered what a hairbrush spanking from her would be like. Amid giggles and squeals, Karen moved Spanking Chair near Punishment Corner, sat upon it, pulled Peggy OTK and demonstrated that women spank other women as hard, or harder, than they punish naughty big boys!
Tuesday night (August 12), during our long-distance conference, Karen and I decided that because she had never diapered herself, we would bring in a World-Class self-diapering expert on Wednesday (August 13) after Karen diapered Donny in the morning.
Following lunch Wednesday, when he woke-up, Peggy helped Donny perfect his self-diapering technique. Despite her gentle hands-on instruction, it took Donny a few tries to get his didee pins in the ideal position. By the time he went back to bed, his diaper was snug, and his plastic panties completely covered it. He held his own baby bottle and suckled all his juice as he listened to a cassette of me reading a story. Donny dropped his empty bottle and inserted his own pacifier. He appears to have slept well and responded to the 5:30pm alarm clock without assistance.
Thursday (August 14) Karen was waiting for Donny in a conservative day dress. He took his bath by himself, dried himself, applied lotion and pinned his diaper as if he had been doing that for years. Needless-to-say Don was adorable as he did all that while Karen hand-held our camcorder to record him in action. That was the only way Don could see what he was doing, so he could improve his self-diapering. After he looked at the tape playback, Donny tucked himself into bed with a half bottle of juice.
About 1:15pm he woke on his own, started a full bottle of juice warming, removed his didee set in the bathroom, made poop, wiped himself all clean and applied lotion. Realizing that he wet heavily in the afternoons, Don used two Doublers. He pinned his diaper set like a determined big baby, and was back asleep by 1:35pm.
Everything was going too well, right up to the 5:30pm alarm clock. Donny did not respond appropriately. Fortunately for his career, Karen was on duty. Donny didn't want to get up. She finally had to drag Donny out of bed. Karen roughly striped off his didee as he stood beside the bed. A smack on his rump sent Donny to take a brief shower. Karen put our camcorder on a tripod and focused on Spanking Chair, with the hairbrush on the bed nearby.
Donny was led to Spanking Chair by his ear, still dripping and totally nude. Karen sat down, pulled him over OTK and started to warm him with her hand. Those were real spanks; Donny was wriggling and protesting long before Karen reached for her hairbrush. He yelped and kicked as he felt the first brush spank. Karen was hardly being mean. She was not spanking nearly as hard as Daddy spanks me when I've been naughty.
Perhaps it was quite painful, because hairbrushes are very effective implements, usually concentrating much force in a tiny area. Donny was scolded for kicking so much; Karen smacked his thighs sharply with her hand until he was back under control.
Then she really punished him with her hairbrush. I could hear him sobbing like a naughty kid. Karen must have given Donny 40 solid spanks with the hairbrush, but she so carefully distributed them that he was red without a single bruise or blister. Certainly Karen is a talented dominatrix.
Exactly like I must do after a spanking, Donny was sent to Punishment Corner where a set of pin spotlights are focused at heinie height. Only after Donny had controlled his sobbing did Karen comfort him and wipe his tears. Somehow he dressed himself, ate standing in the kitchen and drove to work.
When he phoned me long distance that evening, Donny did not share anything about being spanked. He said that he needed to do a lot of extra walking that night and that he was waiting for me to return.
I asked him if he felt he could pin his own diapers and otherwise fend for himself. He assured me that he was glad I had urged him back into diapers and that he would be able to take care of himself in the future. However, he told me he had asked Karen to help on Friday, since she would be paid anyway. Donny was not sure he could get enough sleep and still have time to wash his diapers, never mind cleaning the house.
To me that seemed like goldbricking. I told Donny that Karen was an adult babysitter, not a laundress and cleaning woman. I promised that I loved him and would be home late Friday night.
Karen also did not tell me she had spanked Don when I phoned her Thursday night. I am ticked because I was not informed. Otherwise I think she was correct to punish Donny. He was very naughty when he lingered in bed. I'm not so sure that spanking his bare bottom before sending him to work improved his efficiency. Reviewing the tape, it is my opinion that the spanking could have waited until the weekend. Maybe he deserved just a small spanking at the time.
The Friday (August 15) tape shows Donny taking responsible care of himself. Karen only supervised his diapering, brought him bottles and fixed his dinner. Don had left for work a bit early, after a large dinner.
I was delightfully surprised to find Karen waiting for me at 7:45pm. That was the first time I had seen her dressed like a housewife, circa 1970. She seemed downright demure and wholesome in a print dress. Her pumps had 3" heels and coordinated with her dress. Delightful! Our house was sparkling.
All the diapers and plastic panties were washed. Except for the pair Donny had just worn, which were drying on a special hanger, everything was folded and put away. All the diaper stackers were filled. Karen served both of us an intimate dinner, so we could really talk privately while we ate. She showed me her outstanding video tapes, including those recorded by Baby Cam. I laughed as she showed Donny the hairbrush atop Adult Bureau. I told her she had him well in hand, obedient as a lamb. Donny is so cute when he sleeps, especially with a paci in his mouth. Most of the time I could not tell when he wet.
Like Tommy has written so often, given a willing person and the right kind of diapers, all it takes to wet without thinking is time diapered.
As I ran the tapes in fast forward, I caught a glimpse of Peggy a whole day before she was suppose to help. Karen started to fidget. I gave her the kind of stare I use on reluctant witnesses I think are lying. Karen crumbled, confessing the extra-curricular spanking scene. She even found for me the incriminating evidence on the recordings. I kept notes and made her promise to tell neither Donny nor Peggy about her confession. What I had seen on the tapes would be our secret for the time being. Right then I placed an order for an improved version of Baby Cam.
I offered to pay rent on the Baby Cam system, but she said that was unnecessary; I could keep it until our own arrived. Karen also lent me her hairbrush because she knew we didn't own one, and that I was going to spank Donny very soon and very, very hard.
After I had paid Karen the remainder of her fee, reimbursing her for the extras she had purchased, like Donny's sleepshirt, we stood up for a final hug. My hand strayed to her bottom. The saucy minx was wearing a really wet GoodNites. Karen admitted she had become so intrigued with big baby play that she had bought a package each of large GoodNites and medium DEPEND fitted briefs.
Don was not scheduled to work that Saturday night (August 16), so there would be no hurry getting him to bed. Since I had stayed up looking at the video recordings, formulating a plan and making a late night trip to the super market, it was 3:00am before I fell asleep. I was still in bed in a soggy diaper set when Don arrived. In my groggy state I forgot, for the moment, that Donny had been far less than candid with me about his actions with Karen and Peggy. Because Don claimed to be quite tired, we ate quickly. He took a shower and had diapered himself before I returned from the kitchen. I gave him a baby bottle, tucked him into bed and read him to sleep.
Only after he was sound asleep did it occur to me Donny did not want me to see his rump. Perhaps he felt sheepish and imagined it was still marked. Karen had told me Donny's safe spanking region was unbruised and no longer even pink when she saw it at 1:15pm Friday. He did not know I had a long talk with Karen over dinner. So, I let the devious love of my life sleep innocently in his darling diaper. He was about to meet my dominatrix persona, Mistress Angela in high umbrage!
Calling Peggy, I sincerely thanked her for teaching Donny self-diapering. Peggy knew about the Baby Cam and other videos, but not that Karen had confessed, showing me all. I gave Peggy many chances to confess. She did not, so was in big trouble with me. Since she had never seen me punish anyone, she wasn't suspicious about our regular "Third Sunday of the Month" brunch on August 17. In addition to Peggy and Lance, Missy and John were coming to our brunch. I did not tell Peggy that Karen would be there. I intended for both of them to watch me spank Donny, before I put each of them OTK!
About noon on Saturday (August 16) Don woke up and skulked to Nursery Potty still wearing his wet diaper. He must have checked himself in the mirrors, and realized no spanking marks showed. He was confident as he let me help him onto Changing Table. He cooperated perfectly as I rolled him so I could apply lotion. I could feel no hint of his being spanked Thursday evening. Of course I said nothing. I gave him several genuine kisses as I pinned his didee and secured his plastic panties. A relieved Donny went to bed like a good boy. I tucked him in and held the baby bottle for him until it was empty. He opened wide for his pacifier. I let him sleep without a care. No Worries!
Before I had gone to bed that morning, I modified one of my white Tee-shirts, which would be tight on Donny. I cropped it off well above the waist, so it would be little more than sports-bra length on him. I ironed on a transfer I made on my computer, in lipstick-red, reading "NAUGHTY DONNY GOT SPANKED" on the rear and a reversed version on the front. While wearing his Punishment Crop-Top, Donny will be able to read the embarrassing message on his impudent chest in a mirror! (Don has required me to make myself similar garments. Now, it was payback time!)
Part of the afternoon I napped in a wet cloth diaper beside Donny. After I got up I quietly put Karen's Sassy hairbrush back on Adult Bureau and moved Spanking Chair into punishment position. Then I waited, in my basic dominatrix outfit: a severe sleeveless black mini dress; black seamed stockings; shiny black ultra high heel FM pumps; matte dark red lipstick; my hair in a tight bun.
Through his haze Donny must have sensed something was different. He tried to play possum. That tactic has never worked for me, and it did not delay Don's brief interview with me. With a few questions I had him snared in a web of deceit and outright lies. Figuratively I pulled the rug from under him; literally I pulled his wet dipe and plastic panties down to his ankles. Only after I had hold of his right ear did I tell him Karen had confessed, so he was caught lying. I marched him to Punishment Corner. His lowered didee caused him to shuffle.
Donny's nose was pressed into Punishment Corner. I removed his sleepshirt, then insisted he put on his Punishment Crop-Top. It stretched quite tight. In the subdued bedroom light, and with his vision largely blocked by the corner, Donny did not even realize he was now a billboard. I made him lift each foot in turn so I could at last remove his wet diaper before it stained the carpet. I reached around him to clean him with a cold wash rag. Ordering him to remain in the corner without moving, I placed the leather Ladies Spanker paddle (which he so often uses on me) and Karen's Sassy hairbrush within easy reach on the bed. I swear Ladies Spanker hurts has much as Spankin' Paddle's neoprene surface. Donny was about to find out that Ladies Spanker stings a whole hell of a lot.
A chore remained: I soaked three more wash rags in cold water, putting them in a bowl on the bed between Ladies Spanker and the hairbrush. Taking Donny by his right wrist, I spun him around, and frog-marched him to Spanking Chair. He was bewildered and more than a little bit scared. At the last moment before I took him OTK in classic spanking position, Donny saw himself in a mirror. He gulped when he read the message. His Punishment Crop-Top was working even better than I dared hope!
I used one of his diapers to protect my lap. Then I pulled Donny OTK at a slight angle from right to left so that his head nearly touched the carpet to my left and his legs were free to swing at my right side. His bottom was exposed fully, slightly up on my left thigh. He was far enough forward that I could reach both of his nether buttocks cheeks with equal force. My left arm held his back in place.
My right hand took one wash rag with which I wet his naughty bottom. Donny flinched in surprise. Ordering him to give me his right hand and grasp the near chair leg with his left hand (the same orders I get prior to every serious spanking) I asked Donny if he was ready. Before he answered, I spanked both of his cheeks with Ladies Spanker. Water flew! It was wonderful! Donny yelped. Three times I spanked his right and then his left nether cheek, hard, and as fast as I could. Each time I aimed for a different spot. He wriggled and kicked. I scolded Donny and gave him a sharp spank on each upper thigh. He quit kicking.
After wetting him again, I spanked each cheek six times, about as hard and sharply as that paddle can smack. Donny's rump was getting pink. He was too quiet. I applied more water, then spanked him another twelve times, alternating cheeks and swinging the paddle firmly. Boy, did I remember feeling Ladies Spanker!
Donny's heinie was warm. Time for more water. He was quiet. That's when I gave him a very sharp hairbrush spank where his right thigh joins his buttocks. He would feel those a long time. After only three hairbrush spanks to each thigh/butt junction, Donny began to sob, quietly at first. I selected targets higher on both sides of his rump and spanked them soundly, with significant wrist snapping action.
Those spanks hurt. When Donny received his eighteenth sharp hairbrush spank, his sobs became much louder. Since I hardly ever actually cry when getting a hard punishment spanking, I was surprised.
Donny's impudent tushie was red in some places, and hot all over. A final wetting and about four more sharp spanks on each cheek, to fill in the pale spots, would be all the spanking Donny could take. Besides, I was getting tired. Donny whimpered and sobbed when he felt the water. After I bestowed the eighth and final spank, he was crying very hard.
When Donny could hear me, I told him the active part of this spanking was over. He had to kiss the paddle and the hairbrush. Next he had to thank me for spanking him. Fair's fair; he requires me to do all of that. I could not hear his first "Thank You," so I applied my palm very hard to both of his thighs, as close to his knees as I could reach. Donny positively shouted a "Thank You Mistress Angela for Spanking Me!"
I had to help Donny up. The whole spanking only lasted 15 minutes, according to the video tape when I replayed it later. It seemed longer to me, and it must have felt eternal to Donny. He knew he had additional penitence coming, so he waddled to Punishment Corner. He yelped when I turned on the pin spotlights. I moved in close to record Donny's red backside with our camcorder. Then I took a Polaroid. The pin spots are so bright the flash wasn't necessary.
After several minutes, Donny was still sniffling. I scolded him about his tears. While he got his emotions under control, I put the paddle and hairbrush into Spanking Implement Compartment, returned the bowl and wash rags to the bathroom, and Spanking Chair to its storage place along the wall between Punishment Corner and Adult Bureau. What an afternoon!
Donny started to shuffle his feet in Punishment Corner once he stopped sniffling. Poor baby was bored! Corner-Time is supposed to be boring penitence. Donny will just have to get past boredom, because he will be spending a whole lot more time with his nose in Punishment Corner! Way too soon Donny whined, promised to be good, and everything else he thought I wanted to hear, just to win my forgiveness.
Wanting Donny to experience the full effect of a hot bottom, I spread a large DEPEND Fitted Brief on Changing Table. Buying those was the reason for my midnight shopping trip.
Taking him by the ear I marched Donny to Changing Table. He looked at my stern dominatrix face, then meekly obeyed my order to position himself on the DEPEND. Without lotion or powder, I placed a Doubler over his pubic region, then pulled the DEPEND brief especially snug, as Donny unsuccessfully fought back tears. His backside was that hot and sore. Over his diaper, I worked on an old pair of medium pink plastic panties, which were quite tight on Donny. Since he is not used to disposables, with the tight panties he was very uncomfortable. I ordered him to climb down and sit on Time-Out Stool. (Please see Glossary)
Donny must have felt the sting where his thighs join butt. He cried for a few minutes. "That's what a soundly spanked bottom is all about, Young Man. Get used to the sensation! You have coming several additional spankings as punishment for all your deceit and lies."
Should I make Donny go out in public, so I would get a nice meal, or would it be better to keep him to myself at home? With his squirming and the message on his Punishment Crop-Top showing in the mirror, I decided we would stay home. However, I did not want Donny to be idle. I had him set the dining table, clean salad fixings, peel some potatoes and defrost two steaks and a pack of cream spinach, which I love and Donny detests.
Next he hand-washed all our used plastic panties and ran a load of big baby diapers through the washer and dryer. That was when I had time to find an old black leather domination collar, left over from my own B&D days several years ago. To the ring in back I attached a long leather leash. I selected a slender all-leather riding crop, with a loop flogger as the business end, which we rarely use. All I had to do was swish it at Donny and he obeyed me instantly.
While the potatoes were baking, Donny got down on all fours to comb Punishment Corner's carpet, removing any stains his diaper might have left. Then he started to clean the kitchen floor with a hand nail brush. He was contrite, sore, scared and also thrilled out of his mind. Donny had my full attention!
To ensure privacy, before ordering Donny to venture out our bedroom door, I lowered the bamboo shade screens on the nearby covered patio we call the lanai. Donny never sat down while broiling the steaks on the lanai's gas char broiler/barbecue.
I insisted that he sit on a wooden chair while we ate. Scolding him was boring and hard work, so I went another way, engaging him in ordinary polite grown-up conversation. His wriggling, pained expressions and blushes were adorable. They were also making me very aroused.
Donny volunteered to do the dishes by hand, since that was an excuse to stand and move about at will. He was constrained only by the leash and my riding whip. I never actually struck him with it, but the sound and worry kept Donny alert. He did a very good job with the dishes, drying and putting them away correctly. He also folded (and put away!) all the clean diapers and plastic panties.
"Okay, Saucy Little Boy! Want to make up?" Donny got down on his knees to show me he was sorry. I removed the leash and collar. "If you want your panties and diaper off, Silly Child, you'll have to lie on your naughty back on Changing Table. Oh, Little Boy, does that hurt?" I needed to ease the panties off. His bottom had swollen. His DEPEND and Doubler were very damp, probably as much from sweat as wee-wee. I left him on his disposable while I applied lotion to his front and pubic area. Slowly I rolled him onto his belly as I tugged the used DEPEND from under him.
My, oh My! I had been over harsh and careless while spanking him. My inexperience with the hairbrush was apparent. Donny had some blue, green and yellow bruises and nasty blisters! I gave him a clean wash rag to bite on when I treated the bleeding blisters with a marvelous infection preventative, Betadine Solution. Boy, it sure does sting! Donny shrieked despite the rag. I truly felt sorry for him, so I cuddled him to my bosom and kissed him. "Stay on your belly and I'll treat your rump with lotion." I also used a Rash-Care wipe. (Please see Glossary)
I undressed and got into bed nude. "It's okay, Little Boy. You can remove your top if you like. Just don't tear it, or you'll get another spanking!" Donny got his shameful Punishment Crop-Top off in one piece. He joined me in bed. We made hot monkey love.
Although Don had satisfied my carnal lust, and I am sure he was delighted with the erotic sex, he still needed punishment. Once he had cleaned himself, I put him on Changing Table for a DEPEND and two Doublers, covered with our only other pair of medium pink plastic panties. "Feel the heat, Naughty Boy! You'll be in disposables a long time."
Even with two Doublers, Donny soaked his DEPEND so fast his plastic panties could not dry completely between changes. So, every 6 hours he got to wear his own plastic panties for 2 hours. The disposables were less uncomfortable with the looser plastic panties. Donny pleaded to wear those.
I had to be stern. I phoned Peggy and asked her to bring us a few more of their oldest and stiffest medium pink panties when they came for brunch. Donny overheard and liked to die! For his beddy-bye change I used three infant Doublers. Still he needed changing twice more before dawn. I didn't get must rest.
The caterers arrived to drop off the brunch food, chafing dishes and serving equipment at 9:00am Sunday. Donny was exhausted, marked and sore. I let him sleep late.
My original plan had been to give Donny his next spanking with Missy, John, Lance, Peggy and Karen watching. Now I realized I had bruised him way too badly for another spanking that soon.
Our guests were due at 11:30am. At 11:00am I put Donny on Changing Table so I could diaper him in a DEPEND with two Doublers. Although the stiff pair of pink panties was not entirely dry after washing, those are what I put on my pouting Donny, because he is so darn cute in them. He wore his Punishment Crop-Top, collar and leash. He had to do Corner-Time, but I let him alternate between standing and Time-Out Stool when he wanted. The handle of his leash was clipped to a hook on the left wall of Punishment Corner, so he could not stray very far. Of course the Baby Cam was focused on him and the pin spots were lighted.
Missy was kissing me in greeting when Karen drove up. I made sure everyone saw Donny on the Baby Cam monitor screen. Donny sensed our guests had arrived, but we ignored him. Peggy & Lance were only 15 minutes late, which for them is on time. They laughed at the image of Donny in Punishment Corner. His diaper sagged; he must have wet himself. That started to sting as the wee-wee soaked toward the back.
We got comfy in the lanai, began talking and eating. Only Karen and John drank from glassesóthe rest of us preferred baby nursers.
Eventually I sent Missy, the youngest person at the gathering, to check Donny's diaper and feed him a bottle of guava juice. He wriggled on the hard seat of Time-Out Stool. After Donny had finished his bottle, during which he wet a lot, Missy allowed him to stand up.
Everyone gathered around as I slowly removed his wet diaper and panties. They took a close look at Donny's abraded, bruised, battered and marked backside and thighs. The blisters were slowly healing, but they were still visible. This time I treated the broken, bleeding blisters with some Neosporin antibiotic ointment. It's not as effective as Betadine, but it does not sting. Solarcaine spray, followed by rash-care wipes, was helping soothe the bruises, not that anything really speeds bruise healing.
The way Donny has been wetting during the day, it was not prudent to leave him undiapered too long, cute and delightful though he may be. Peggy had brought us one small and four medium pink plastic panties, all of which were quite stiff from use. Someone had to diaper Donny. Since Peggy had been so generous, I asked her to do the honors. She carefully worked the small panties over Donny DEPEND, but with two Doublers, it wouldn't fit. The medium did fit snugly. After diapering him, Peggy escorted Donny back to Punishment Corner.
My hairbrush spanking technique was not just criticized, it was deplored! The group decided I must not spank with a hairbrush until I became qualified. They also voted that I deserved a sound spanking for mistreating Donny.
Karen reclaimed her hairbrush from Adult Bureau and found my Punishment Crop-Top with the message "NAUGHTY ANGELA GOT SPANKED." Putting it on over my dress was my only option. By acclimation, Missy was selected as my disciplinarian.
That was only the second time my sister Missy (who is five years younger) had spanked me. She sat in Spanking Chair. I went over her knees, my GoodNites was pulled down and she started in with Ladies Spanker. Missy scolded. Next she gave me some ultra hard strokes with Spankin' Paddle. I was sent to stand in Punishment Corner II close to Donny.
As soon as I was released, I was allowed to remove my Punishment Crop-Top. I arranged everyone in a circle in the family room. Donny was also released from Punishment Corner and allowed to join us. That was when he learned about the video recordings. I presented the evidence against Karen and Peggy. Donny very reluctantly answered my questions, sealing both their fates. John operated our Hi8 camcorder.
For reasons of safety, Karen and Peggy took their shoes off as soon as they knew they were going to be spanked. Karen had been wearing faux brown alligator pumps with two inch thick Spanish heels. Peggy had on laced Oxford-style saddle shoes with one and a half inch heels.
After I sat in Spanking Chair, Karen bravely, if somewhat reluctantly positioned herself OTK and presented me her right wrist. In a small voice she quavered that she was readyóbefore I ask her. I started with Ladies Spanker over Karen's skirt. When I rucked it up, her pink lacy big girl panties were revealed. Once her bottom was bare, her pink garter belt and tan stockings correctly outlined her spankable area. I spanked Karen 30 times with the neoprene side of Spankin' Paddle. Obviously it had been several years since Karen had been spanked. She sobbed a bit, yet she never kicked. Heck, she hardly wriggled. Off to Punishment Corner she went with her red bare tushie on display.
My beautiful friend Peggy was nervously biting her adorable lower lip childishly as she waited to be spanked. She wore a blazer, blouse, tie and full pleated skirt identical to the uniform of the leading local girls school. Kinky! Instead of stockings she wore sheer white over-the-knee socks. Because she was wearing a cloth diaper and plastic panties, they had to come off. I only gave her a short warm-up with Ladies Spanker. Peggy took her 20 spanks with Spankin' Paddle in good spirits, with a bit of wriggle and not a hint of sobbing. As bare bottomed Peggy headed to Punishment Corner, Karen was released.
Karen admitted to the group that she now wears, and wets, disposables. I reminded her she was welcome to her own cloth diaper and plastic panties. Darned if she didn't ask to be diapered right then.
An unused small Super Soft diaper that had been initially washed, a new infant prefold and a new small pink Softies Plastic Panty were waiting for her. Karen asked me to be her babysitter. From their huge babyish diaper bag, Lance produced a new Ulti MAM pacifier which he presented to Karen. Despite her paci, Karen giggled as she was diapered. Under her thin summer dress her panties and didee were obvious. That was Karen's problem.
Shortly after that, Lance took Peggy by the hand, leading her to Changing Table. From their diaper bag he withdrew a cloth diaper set and some dry plastic panties. For a submissive big baby boy, I must say Lance is a talented babysitter!
Spontaneously John pulled Missy, whose diaper needed changing anyway, over his knee for a mild hand spanking. Her dress was floral print with a full skirt short enough that her plastic panties showed when she moved. Her hose were sheer light brown thigh-high stockings worn with pale lime green pumps with three inch Cuban heels. Missy's tushie was hardly pink when she spent a few seconds on display in Punishment Corner, before John cleaned, lotioned and diapered her.
As our diapers got wet, we all were changed. Once, when Peggy was busy, Karen diapered Lance. She also diapered Donny and me. Even John needed two changes. He rarely wets very much. It was a hot day. You can only rent fruit juice, lemonade, or ice tea!
Fashion shows happen when big baby friends get together! John put on his fabulous Nanny Doubtfire costume. Missy had a new frilly party dress she designed and made herself. Peggy and Lance had several matching outfits: onesies, sleepers, sunnysuits and party dresses with ruffled rhumba dress-ups.
Karen can share clothing with Peggy and me. Getting into big baby mode, she first removed her heels, then her stockings and garter belt. Once her dress was off her bra didn't seem babyish. Off it came, releasing natural breasts that are shapely, firm and fully-packed! Certainly two very good reasons to stay in shape as we mature.
Karen was adorable in pink bunny slippers and a Baby Kellie set from my closet. She also tried on my blue denim cowgirl dress, white rhumba panties, flannel nursery print top and straw hat that I wore on Montel Williams. Of all my big baby things, Karen loved my DPF Colorblock Coverall best.
Missy designed and made my brand new dinosaur-print bubble romper on the same principle as her onesies, with the access snaps at the waist. Donny hadn't seen it yet. Showing it off was the extent of my modeling.
Since until then Don had normally only played as a big baby on the floor of Playspace II, at that time his only big baby outfit was an old shortalls with a snap-crotch. He was darn cute in it. Karen asked him to show us his Disney Babies sleepshirt. The group approved. Missy surprised Donny, giving him a new onesies she had made recently.
By 4:00pm Don needed to go down for a nap so he could be at work by 11:30pm. At the group's urging, I agreed that Donny should now return to wearing his usual cloth diapers and large plastic panties. Karen wanted to get him ready. With all of us watching, he cooperated well. Karen is very talented, perhaps a better, more naturally gentle babysitter than strict dominatrix. Don, still wearing his new onesies, was in bed quickly, with a baby bottle of diluted guava/strawberry juice combination, a pacifier and a small soft toy anteater. The Baby Cam was focused on the bed. I started playing another story audio cassette, kissed Donny and closed the door. Soon we could tell he really was sleeping peacefully, even if he was on his belly most of the time!
The following Friday evening (August 22) I finally administered Donny's next spanking, using Ladies Spanker and Spankin' Paddle. I didn't give Donny an especially hard spanking. He did not yelp, sob or kick, just some mild squirming. His bottom was dark pink without bruises or blisters.
For the next few weeks, although I'd occasionally threaten to spank Don again, I didn't because I wasn't in the mood. Besides, he is such an understanding, generous love and a wonderful Daddy.
On Labor Day'97 (September 1) Missy, John, Don and I were invited to the annual Adult Spankers Party at Peggy and Lance's large home. Many of our mutual friends from that scene also attended. The sad fact is that many folk who do not love diapers fail to understand big baby play. For that reason their adult nursery was locked and none of us wore diapers. Fortunately they have a lot of bathrooms! There was a catered buffet and professional bartenders serving spirited and non-alcoholic drinks.
Peggy told several of our friends that, although I had over-done the first hairbrush spanking I administered, I had subsequently been coached by her and Karen as I practiced on a leather pillow made for that very purpose. They felt I was ready for my "Qualification Test" which was news to me, since I knew no such test existed. Daddy Don had also been coached, bringing his rusty 1940's hairbrush spanking technique up-to-date for the late 1990's.
Both Don and I were called to the center of the main indoor party room. Two wooden spanking chairs were placed facing each other about six feet apart. Karen and Peggy were standing beside each chair, both of them holding Sassy Hairbrushes. I was told to report to Karen and Don to Peggy. We were asked if we agreed to take the Qualifying Exam. I assumed that meant I was to spank Karen, so I started to sit. "Not so fast, Newbie! During the Qualified Hairbrush Disciplinarian Examination, you don't give a spanking, you get spanked with a hairbrush. Assume the position OTK! Yes, you too, Newbie Don! Over you two get."
Lance and their cameraman were shooting video with broadcast quality Sony Digital camcorders. John and Missy used Nikon still cameras. I was soo not into receiving spankings from women. Don claims he wasn't into receiving punishment, period. Although, come to think of it, there is not a shred of evidence he had resisted either Karen or me! Peer pressure upon us was intense. We both removed our shoes. Don lowered his slacks, and I raised my skirt neatly, before we were simultaneously taken OTK. No energy was wasted on our undies, which were rolled below our knees. My garter belt and stockings outlined the target.
We both got equal warm-up hand spanks, as we glanced at one another. Then came the hairbrush spanks. Karen was getting even with me, spanking sharply and very hard. I kicked enough that I got thigh smacks. I yelped but did not beg. Don did whimper, yelp and moanóhe also kicked and wriggled way more than me. From the videos I know we got essentially the same number of hairbrush spanks. Simultaneously our spankings ended. Donny was crying softly and quietly, big tears running down his cheeks
We were helped to our feet and commanded to stand next to each other against a well-illuminated wall, barefoot, with our undies down, our bottoms red, sore and Oh So bare! I held up my skirt; Don held up his shirt tails. Missy, Peggy and Karen actually patted our flaming fannies. The other leading lights of the Adult Spanking Scene crowded around us for a better look. Heh, like none of them had ever seen spanked bottoms before! We were ordered to squeeze as close together as possible, so both our spanked heinies could be photographed in the same close-up. John, Missy, Lance and the cameraman all did their thing. Once everyone had their jollies, we were allowed to re-dress.
Peggy presented each of us with a certificate proclaiming us "Well Qualified Hairbrush Disciplinarian, First Class" and gift certificates for genuine Sassy Bottoms hairbrushes.
Throughout the day, and well into the night, spankers and spankees shared experiences (actual, fantasy and BS) as they talked, ate and drank. People made good use of the discipline dungeon's bondage bench and whipping frame, plus numerous stools, chairs, couches and beds throughout the home to enact a wide variety of erotic scenes, orgies, fun and games. Wild!
On September 28, 1997, Karen threw a party for John & Missy, Peggy & Lance, and us, to introduce her new main squeeze, Richard.
Karen's house has a modest, yet functional, dungeon with spanking chair, whipping frame, bondage bench, ceiling and wall hooks. Her baby nursers, pacifiers, dipes and plastic panties are in a footlocker in her bedroom. Her layette already included: onesies; footed fleece sleeper; pink and white dotted Swiss Baby Kellie set; girl's school uniforms; shortalls; a childish frilly dressóthe last three items from ordinary local stores!
We witnessed Karen spanking Richard with her hairbrush until he was uniformly red over every square millimeter of his hairless "safe-spanking" region as he wriggled, kicked, yelped, pleaded and bawled floods of tears like a spoiled brat getting what for, and then some.
Lance premiered "The Qualification Spankings" video, that he produced and edited just for our private enjoyment, sort of home movies on a marvelous Hollywood scale! He also previewed their newest adult spanking video, which had not yet been released then, in which Lance spanks Peggy and Karen in a variety of ways. Those scripted and rehearsed spankings appear fully as real as our ad libbed dual spankings. (That video was the hit of 1997 and just won the Bettie Award.)
The final video of that day was special. Peggy and Lance had visited Ms Sassy Bottoms at her home in Grovers Beach, CA. They persuaded the always camera-shy Sassy to be interviewed. Sassy looked right into the camera, telling us how much she enjoyed: "ANGELA'S FANTASY"; the entire "Lance Spanks Peggy" series; and especially "Qualification Spankings" which she just saw in rough-cut. Therefore Sassy was inspired to autograph and personalize a matched pair of her hairbrushes.
As those beautiful hairbrushes started to fill the video frame, bristle-side out, they magically revolved, so the Sassy logo on the backs were revealed, along with well wishes and her signature. One hairbrush has the name Angela, the other Don. As that video ended, Peggy presented each of us our hairbrush. Then she kissed us. Group hugfest. Or is that "Huggies-fest"?
Oh, by the way, mine is the one that says "For Use on Don." He got the other hairbrush. Only because our bottoms were still tingling did we resist trying them out right then and there.
In our bedroom the Sassy hairbrushes occupy a place of honor atop Adult Bureau. The one I would apply to Don is on his side and vice versa. We agreed they will only be used on special occasions, by mutual consent, to punish very serious misbehavior, lack of consideration, or lying.
Of course, we did eventually "take them for a test spin" well after sundown on October 11. That sundown was the end of Yom Kippur, the most holy Jewish day. It is the day of atonement.
We got serious about atoning! Both Don and I have done some bad things the past year. We have not always considered the other's needs, desires and convenience. We have been rude, at times insufferable. Although I get spanked so often I think I'm caught up for the next 100 years, that really ain't how it works.
My biggest complaint about Don is that he took the new job without consulting me. True, I was out of town, and he responded to an urgent plea for help from a old, dear friend who happens to be the president of that motion picture laboratory. The adult in me knows that Don must be fulfilled emotionally, which means he needs to utilize his unique skills and experience to the utmost, especially when a firm rewards him so handsomely financially. Don received "An Offer He Couldn't Refuse." Adult Angela accepts that. Big Baby Angel pouts that Daddy Don can't always play with her like in the old days. To Baby Angel it is as if "The Lab" is a hated rival, and Daddy is cheating on her. Big babies don't have to think logically. Baby Angel thinks the situation stinks, sucks and bites! Since only Angela, not Baby Angel, has met any of Don's fellow executives and subordinates, Baby Angel blames Daddy Don.
Each of us had made a list of things for which the other should atone. We did not share those lists. Before deciding who would get spanked first, we set up both our trusted Hi8 camcorder and our then-new Canon XL-1 Digital camcorder on tripods focused on Spanking Chair.
The honor of deciding who got spanked first depended on a game program in a computer. My number seven appeared before Don's number four.
Who wants to watch someone get spanked while waiting to be spanked? Not me! It makes no difference if I am doing the spanking to the person who will spank me. I want to get my spanking over with as soon as possible. This is why Don requires me to do prolonged Corner-Time prior to punishment spankings. I asked Don to please have a seat. I took off my shoes, lifted my skirt and slip, sat on my vanity stool to remove my thigh-high stockings, then slowly walked across our bedroom. I stood next to Spanking Chair with my head down, dreading the hairbrush, trying to act contrite. In the jargon of the Adult Domestic Discipline scene, I was "toeing-in for a spanking."
Don smiled up at me, cupped my chin and neck with his left hand to lower my head enough that he could gently kiss my pouting mouth. Calmly he took me across until I had assumed the classic OTK position. He started with Ladies Spanker over my lacy big girl panties. He was not spanking hard. Neatly, because women like everything pretty during a ritual adult spanking, Don lowered my panties with ease that comes from practice. He took them off my legs. I had cooled a bit, so he gave me a few more warm-up spanks with Ladies Spanker.
As I gritted my teeth, Don gave me a sharp hairbrush spank on my lower right nether cheek, followed 30 seconds later by an equal spank in a similar position on my left bottom cheek. First one side, then the other, a spank every half minute, until the count reached 24. I had kicked a little, but I hardly wriggled. It was an emotional experience, not especially painful. That's why I began quietly sobbing. The way Don was controlling the hairbrush it felt no worse than Spankin' Paddle with the neoprene surface, which I get all the time. Don kept on scolding me for my faults. Once I promised to improve my conduct, he applied two final spanks on each thigh/buttock junction.
Putting down his hairbrush, Don gave the backs of each lower thigh a solid hand spank just above my inner knees. That is a place on me which always marks. He quietly told me my spanking was over, that I was forgiven, the slate was clean for the New Year. His strong left arm that had controlled the small of my back now relaxed and circled my waist. I was lifted to a sitting position so we could hug and kiss. Then I was helped to my feet. I clung to Don for a couple of minutes.
"I don't want to keep you waiting, Darling, but I'm not ready to take a seat just now. Please rub my diaper area with lotion."
As I wished, Don made it so. The way he was so gentle and loving, one would think he wanted my good will. Oh, right, I was about to SPANK him!
I asked Don for a double nighttime diaper set. Immediately I deliberately wet, which always makes a diaper even softer. Now I was ready to sit long enough to spank Donny.
Don removed his shoes and socks. Then he emptied the pockets of his suit trousers, took them off and put them in the dry cleaning bag. He had hung up his jacket shortly before starting my spanking, which seemed like hours ago. I patted my right thigh with the Ladies Spanker. "Quit stalling, Young Man. Donny has done a whole lot of naughty stuff. As soon as you assume the OTK position, I'll start telling you how I expect to see your attitude and behavior improve."
His right hand reached out. I took it in my left hand and pulled him toward me, using my right arm to slow his tumble. Don has limited recent OTK experience being pulled over, which proves he needs many more spankings. The first time Don did it all wrong, so I made him get up and try it again, and again and still a few more times, until he was limp.
"That's the right cooperative spirit. Donny is starting to act contrite. Will you be sincere as you promise to behave? Will your tears be genuine? Oh, yes, Young Man, when Mistress Angela spanks, naughty little boys cry. Be as loud as you want. Nobody else can hear, and they wouldn't help you if they did hear! Kick and wriggle if you want. You ain't going anywhere until I'm finished spanking your naughty little heinie. Struggle or try to get away, and your punishment will be much more severe. The penalty for yelling is that the spanking starts all over. Excessive wriggling and/or kicking will earn you nasty smacks on your sensitive naughty thighs. You don't want any more stinging thigh smacks than necessary, do you, Little Boy?" Donny answered with a vigorous affirmative nodding of his head.
"You have to verbally confess (elocute) your desire that I punish you with a hairbrush spanking on your very bare buttocks and upper thighs. Only then can we 'Get It Over With.' Elocute when you are ready. Time's awastin'!"
In a small voice Donny asked for a spanking. "I can't HEAR YOU, Young Man. Speak clearly and louder." I smacked both his thighs with the Ladies Spanker for emphasis. Next time I could hear Donny, but he did not specifically request a hairbrush spanking on the bare. Those two important words were lacking.
"I'm getting impatient with this shilly shallying, mumbling and stalling. ELOCUTE an honest desire for a hard hairbrush spanking on you bare behind, and do so immediately!" Donny answered loudly, like a US Marine Boot responding to a Drill Instructor. He got enough of the key words correct. Not only did he refer to me as "Mistress Angela" he also twice called me Ma'am. "See, Naughty Boy, that wasn't so hard. Not nearly as hard as my hairbrush that I've been saving just for your benefit."
I spanked the seat of his undies with Ladies Spanker 24 times, more or less alternating cheeks, spanking his upper thighs just a little. Don is tough, with a well padded backside, so I applied lusty spanks even as a preliminary warm-up. He wriggled and kicked. Except for an increased intake of breath, he was silent.
"Time for those silly underpants to come off, so your naughty backside will be bare, all the better to appreciate your spanking. It is for your benefit, you know, Little Boy." As Donny lifted cooperatively, I pulled his big boy briefs down his thighs and off his legs, tossing them onto the bed. "There, Naughty Boy, you won't be needing those the rest of the night. Oh, what a shame, while you stalled, part of your heinie cooled, so I'll have to repeat your warm-up. Poor Little Donny." For the first time, Donny whimpered. Of course I didn't waste energy completely repeating this warm-up spanking. I only smacked him 12 more times!
Donny bucked and let out a tiny yelp when he felt the first hairbrush spank, which I placed on the tenderest spot of his right thigh/butt junction. Immediately, I bestowed an equally stinging spank to the similar spot on his left. By now I was ticking off my considerable list of Donny's faults and foibles.
When scolding I would talk for 50 seconds, take a good breath, then apply a sound hairbrush spank to a designated target of opportunity on one bottom cheek, junction or upper thigh, followed with a spank to a similar opposite target.
My idea is that spanks should exist in pairs, so that each bottom cheek gets equal and near simultaneous attention from my implement.
Despite the discomfort of sitting on my own throbbing bottom (which was only slightly eased by my nice soft, fluffy, thick diaper that was wetter than damp) and the hard work of thinking up rational things to say, taking on the dominatrix role to which I am not accustomed was a total blasting head trip! Man, I dug it the most.
All the while I was being ever so careful that no spanks overlapped previous spanks. That was my mistake the first time I used the hairbrush as a "bun warmer."
By the twentieth spank I was running out of room, despite the size of Donny's safe spanking zone. He had been obviously sobbing for many minutes. I had already spanked his thigh/buttock junction three times each and his upper thighs twice each. My right arm was so tired my last two spanks to the upper inner and outer limits of his left and right tushie summits were weak efforts.
"That is about it, Little Donny. Consider yourself soundly spanked. I need to clearly hear you elocute an abject apology for all your past misbehavior and deplorable attitude. Then sincerely promise to reform. In your last paragraph you will honestly thank me for this spanking and request that I spank you in the future any time I decide it is in your best interest. Understand, My Little Man?"
Donny spoke bravely, albeit with an adorable quaver. An occasional involuntary sob interrupted his train of thought. So what if he was making no sense whatsoever? Donny was being sincere and contrite. He got some of the words correct.
"Well done, Donny! You give good elocution! There's hope for you yet. Think of these last two zingers as reminders of what your future holds unless you square away damn fast. They are my contribution, a down payment, so to speak!" Actually I had previously forgotten my desire to pay Don back for the red hand prints on my lower thighs. Of course without enough practice I could not get down as far as I wanted. He was moving. "Hold your legs very still! I've had it with your whining, bawling, sniveling, and especially the wriggling. You are not getting away until you are still, so Mistress Angela can smack you very hard!"
His left thigh slowly rose just enough that I could spank him a few inches above the knee. I waited another minute until I had a decent target on his right thigh. I spanked him so hard I thought my hand was broken. Immediately I was rewarded by the sight of two lovely red hand prints. Not only would they throb and smart, anyone seeing them would know that Don had been recently soundly spanked. That was the whole idea!
"All that carrying on over just a little spanking. Honestly, Donny, you are such a baby sometimes! What will I do with you? The sooner you control your tears, the sooner you can get up. You do want to get up, Young Man?" Saying he was so sorry, Don asked me to assist him to his feet. I did that very thing. What a sight he was, shirt rumpled, hair wet with sweat, bottom more or less evenly red, with no hint of bruising, never mind any nasty blisters. Peggy, Karen and Sassy would be proud. Oh yes, I gave them copies of the video.
Don needed to go make Number Two on the potty. From the sound, his bladder must also have been bursting. Although I had remembered to visit the toilet as soon as we got home, and again just before my spanking, Don was not as prudent. When he emerged, he admitted he had to squat just above the toilet. He was too sore to sit down! My nose detected that he had been less than fastidious wiping himself.
"Climb onto Changing Table. Lie on your tummy. Mistress Angela needs to properly clean you. These wipes are heated. Doesn't that feel so much better? Now I'll rub in some soothing lotion, because I really love you, My Darling." His bottom was hot, but not swollen. I kneaded and soothed. "Probably it would be more comfortable if you climb down so I can put lotion on your front. I'll also get your didee ready so you'll not be on your backside longer than necessary."
That's what happened. He only had to lie on his back for a few painful seconds as I snugged and pinned his diaper set. After he was standing I helped him step into his own plastic panties. Together we eased them into place and checked for stray diaper. We stood there and kissed, shy at first, then with a shared passion, despite the bonfires in our fannies! Arm in arm, each carrying a baby bottle of guava juice, we slowly and carefully walked to the kitchen for some dessert. Back in the bathroom we brushed our teeth. We helped each other into sleepshirts, parted to walk to our respective sides of the bed, climbed in, embraced, kissed some more, suckled our bottles (easier to do on your belly with Angled Nursers) and eventually traded our bottles for pacifiers. Before dawn we drifted to sleep.
It is now January, 1998. Winter, to the extent Southern California has winter, is here. Don is still supervising the graveyard shift. Except when I'm home to do so, he diapers himself for bed each morning.
Friends within the adult spanking scene recommended Heather, a college student, as a discreetly reliable maid/cook/laundress/mommy's helper. We hired her early last November. Currently, Heather arrives each weekday, plus Sunday, afternoon at 3:30pm to room by room, twice a week, clean the rest of the house outside Bedroom without disturbing Don's sleep. She runs whatever household laundry needs doing before washing our daily accumulation of diapers, wash rags and plastic panties.
By 5:30pm Heather has made Don a healthy meal, and enough food, packed for the lab, to get him through the night. Just in case Don sleeps through his alarm, Heather is there to get him up. Once Don is dressed, Heather cleans Master Bedroom & Bathroom, Nursery & Potty.
Currently Heather is not acting as Donny's Governess, Nanny or Babysitter. Her role is more like a housekeeper. She does not have spanking authority, as yet. However, just as Don has always asked our household help (and my legal assistants) to report my rudeness to him for disciplinary action, Heather reports to one of us her observation of any misbehavior on the part of the other. She is totally aware that her reports of serious wrongdoing result in hairbrush spankings.
The first time Heather saw me getting spanked was her first Sunday afternoon with us. Don knew she was due at 3:30pm, so he kept me doing Corner-Time an extra 15 minutes just so I would be OTK and being warmed-up with Ladies Spanker when she walked in. Clearly, Heather is an experienced "switchable player" in the adult spanking scene, because her only reaction was that Don had missed a couple of tender spots!
To pay Don back, I had to wait until December 21, when he resisted taking his afternoon nap. While he waited in Punishment Corner, he could hear me phone Heather, asking her to come a bit early and go directly to our bedroom to see Donny getting spanked. Not until she was standing near Spanking Chair, with the new XL-1 digital camcorder in her hand, did I fetch Donny. I spanked him until he was red and bawling. Then, as Heather recorded it all, I put him in a large DEPEND brief, covered that with old medium pink panties and put him to bed until dinner with just a pacifier. Heather loved that session. We chat about it often while we look at the video tape.
Baby Donny's layette now includes: a nursery print snap - crotch romper / playsuit; two more of Missy's onesies; a medium - weight footed sleeper with a zipper from neck to his right ankle. He can dress himself in the onesies and sleeper without assistance. Now that Don is sleeping so well, he sets an alarm for 1:00pm. He returns some urgent phone calls and e-mail, eats a light snack, changes his diaper set, then puts himself back to bed with a baby nurser of juice and a pacifier. Usually he is up long before the 5:30pm alarm.
Because Don is well rested, and Christmas to mid-February is a slow season for movie labs, Don doesn't go in until 11:00pm on several nights. He can take me to dinner and even some early movie screenings. Three weekends a month he has either Friday or Saturday night off, so I plan my Court schedule around that. We see friends and even take short trips. I doubt that we have ever been happier. Naturally, I still wear diapers to bed every night. Weekend days often both of us are diapered.
Of course I am still a brat quite often. I get spanked more than once a week. Most of those are sexy foreplay. Unfortunately, I occasionally am so inconsiderate and rude I need real punishment.
To look after Lance while she is away, Peggy has hired a new Big Babysitter named Stephanie, who at one time was a local dominatrix. A few years ago Stephanie dropped out of the adult erotic scene locally because she married and moved East. Now divorced, and living near all of us, Steph has learned to change adult diapers.
As a belated Chanukah gift, Peggy and Lance sent Stephanie to babysit both of us all day on January 3, 1998. Although I'm still not totally thrilled having my diapers changed by any woman, my attitude is becoming more liberal. Well, that day Steph change each of us every two hours, often before our diapers were very damp, just so we got lots of changing.
Stephanie invited Missy and Karen to visit. Deciding that Donny and I were not behaving to her standards, we each had to do Corner-Time, Donny in Punishment Corner and me in Punishment Corner II. We each had to stay put while the other got spanked with Ladies Spanker and Spankin' Paddle.
Karen no longer is a commercial professional dominatrix. All her dominant energies are devoted to Richard. Although she has not been at it long, she is making a success as a manufacturers sales representative, promoting Smart Choice Baby Cams, and a complete up-scale line of infant/youth furniture. Karen is taking night classes so she can represent broadcast TV equipment lines and editing services firms.
Missy and John still play big baby most nights, after their daughter goes to sleep. Missy has not been spanked since late September. That was when Missy found she was pregnant. Soon the only one in that family out of diapers will be my niece, who turns eight in April'98. Due to the care her parents take to keep their erotic games private, my niece seems to know only that her Mom sometimes needs diapers. One day she was a rug rat in neat cloth diapers. Next she'll be a big sister.
Peggy & Lance, and Don & me continue to find Baby Cam lots of fun and sometimes even useful. Because the series of adult spanking videos Peggy & Lance make sell so well that even ten year old tapes are popular, they only need to produce two new ones a year. They travel to adult video conventions and some adult spanking conferences/parties. In real life they both have responsible careers, yet they always have free time to visit. I wish I could find the answer to that kind of life.
Wow, surrogate Mommies and Big Babysitters work really, really hard! Now that I have six months experience taking care of Don in his diapers, I realize just how much he loves me to have done that for me for seven years!
While telling you about The Plan, The Plan, I didn't share my feelings about being Don's Mommy. As I write this, I'm still not so sure that I'm naturally a nurturer. I am still so childish, willful and selfish. For example, when describing Don's first afternoon diapered, I wrote: "I grudgingly let Don sleep in his wet diaper, hoping he was still aroused, since I was ready for some adult erotic action." That is fine talk for a Mommy. NOT! An attitude like that will prevent me being voted Mommy of the Year. Today I am way more experienced changing Don's diapers, but I gotta admit handling him so intimately still arouses me.
Later I describe watching a Baby Cam video tape of Don sleeping in his diaper: "Donny is so cute when he sleeps, especially with a paci in his mouth. Most of the time I could not tell when he wet." From October 15 until December 23, 1997, Don worked 84 or more hours a week with a total of only seven days off. Therefore I frequently got to change him on Saturdays, Sundays and Holidays. Seeing him peaceful in a damp dipe, working a paci, made me want to jump in bed beside him for a sexy romp. I don't believe responsible Mommies would do that when their precious Baby needs to be rested for work that evening!
Okay, so I might call myself the "Worst Mommy" since Cher in the 1990 movie "Mermaids." I so totally love Don that I will willingly be his Mommy as long as he needs or wants. Don doesn't mind if I find him as sexy in diaper and onesies as I do when he wears a tuxedo at a banquet.
The first time I spanked Donny, Boy, did I remember feeling Ladies Spanker! I am still not sure giving a spanking is better than getting one. Caught up in the moment, though, I was having a ball. Donny was not!
When we took our Sassy hairbrushes for a test spin, despite the discomfort of sitting on my own throbbing bottom (which was only slightly eased by my nice soft, fluffy, thick diaper that was wetter than damp) and the hard work of thinking up rational things to say, taking on the dominatrix role to which
I am not accustomed was a total blasting head trip!
Man, I dug it the most. All the while I was being ever so careful that no spanks overlapped previous spanks. That was my mistake the first time I used the hairbrush as a bun warmer. Obviously, I need to exercise better and more often. My right arm kept getting tired. Now that I occasionally spank Donny, I resolve to work out regularly. Should I explain to my trainer why, and what I hope to accomplish?
Being a Mistress, Mommy and/or Babysitter is damn hard work. This recent experience makes me appreciate every moment Don has tended to my needs as my Daddy all the more. I also realize when playing dominant, my own desires and pleasures frequently must be delayed so as to benefit Donny. For Baby Angel, postponed gratification is unthinkable and frustrating. Although I am maturing as an adult human being, Baby Angel is still not beyond "the Terrible Two's" where her world of discovery requires constant loving supervision from her Daddy Don. If Daddy is away or unavailable for protracted periods, then Baby Angel needs a babysitter, since she cannot be safely left home alone.
All women who willingly are Mommy or Babysitter to a big baby deserve praise and encouragement. The same goes for the handful of guys who are Daddies to big baby girls for altruistic, non-selfish reasons. As for me, I'll be Mistress Angela, Don's strict disciplinarian when necessary, for the future.
Once Heather moves in, she will add au pair duties, babysitting Donny in the late afternoon and getting me ready for bed at night. Though she is young, she will eventually have full spanking authority over both of us.
Loyal readers, be assured that as our big baby situation and/or my feelings change, I will share that information with my fellow DPF members.
I know, this True Tale of diapers, love and spanking, has gone on and on, sometimes drifting from the subject, branching in unexpected direction. I tried to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, for this is not a fantasy. It has been my great pleasure to share these experiences. Please let me know what you think. Even if I can't write an individual letter to each of you, I'll try to acknowledge correspondence.
Until next time: Angela
Angela Bauer
was born in Bellflower, CA July 20, 1964. Her father worked in a meat packing plant, while her mother had various office jobs. Angela graduated from a prestigious law school at age 22, made full partner in her major law firm July 1, 1993 and currently is a senior corporate litigation partner, so she spends a whole lot of time in Court handling big lawsuits.
Angela met and fell in love with Don during June, 1991. Together they appeared on MONTEL WILLIAMS Feb 23, 1992 (included in DPF's FIVE TV TALK SHOWS, video TVT) and produced DARLING BABY ANGEL (DPF video V5) and ANGELA'S FANTASY (DPF video V6) in which she stars. Angela wrote a popular article about washing cloth diapers + plastic panties, and lots of letters printed in the DPF Newsletter. Here are the highlights of the first of her columns that appeared in all 18 issues of DPF's BABYLOVE MAGAZINE, from 1994 to 1997:
I was born in Southern California during the Summer of 1964. One sister and one brother are older; then after me I have a sister, a brother and one more sister, Missy, who are younger. The average small family. We must have used a million cloth diapers, for Mom was too much the flower child to tear up rain forests for plastic/paper disposable diapers, except when the ranch hands struck the Kern County cotton growers!
About the time I was in fourth grade I was selected for an enrichment program sponsored by a major law firm. They loaned me an early personal computer and provided me with many opportunities as I worked toward graduation.
I was toilet-trained at the usual age, and I remember nothing about the process one way or the other. Entering puberty I did develop a mild nighttime urinary dribble, a condition that is common with the women in my family, so to some extent I have been wearing products similar to disposable diapers a lot of years.
About the time of my first period, I was fascinated by a spanking scene in a book I read for school. I started skimming through gothic romances looking just for spanking or bondage situations. Before I turned 15 I had found my way into the Southern California B&D party scene. For years, where ever I was living, I knew I had wonderful friends available through B&D and adult spanking groups.
I did my pre-law at a university in the North East, and my "large containment pads" went along with me! Also, my waterproof sheets and my personal teddy bear, Eukie. I stayed East for law school, although I moved to a different university. Here the classes were longer, so that my old strategy of taking a "potty break" between lectures hardly worked. Risking embarrassment, I started wearing disposables under my dresses for the super-long lectures. Nobody said anything directly about this, but I soon discovered that for law students disposable diapers were quite popular. They were always worn with discretion and good taste, yet it was not some kind of major secret! Every woman law student I knew well enough to discuss such a topic admitted sometimes resorting to DEPENDs. At least two of the guys in my study group kept ATTENDS stored in plain sight in their rooms.
Oh, yes, the thumb sucking. It's true, I have always sucked my left thumb when I am flustered, or lost in though, if I believe I am alone. So, lets add up. I graduated from law school while wearing a DEPEND fitted brief under my gown, sucking my left thumb and holding Eukie in my right hand! Do we see a pattern developing, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury? I did take a few years until I figured it out, but then I did not have all the reading material you folks can get from DPF.
In late April, 1991, a tall, long-haired and drop-dead handsome fellow took me to a nice restaurant as the start of what I expected to be a spanking date, since I had gotten to know him over two months of parties in that scene. After taking me to his up-scale condo, he surprised me by asking if I would wear a diaper. That seemed like kinky good fun, so I said "Sure!" While he rummaged through drawers, I noticed PlayPen issue #11 on his coffee table. That was the first Big Baby book I had ever seen. Well, unfortunately his "diaper" was a dish towel that did nothing for me. He didn't even give me a good spanking before putting me in a taxi. At least he gave me his copy of PlayPen #11.
As soon as I connected adults in diapers with happy times, I went looking for Don Davis, who has a moving article about his sympathy for big baby girls in that issue of PlayPen. We became instant friends and lovers very soon thereafter. Fortunately Daddy Don not only had a supply of wonderfully soft cloth diapers in my sizes, he had such a selection of plastic panties. Soon I found that nothing relaxes me better than to be dressed as a toddler for play before bed. Daddy Don came along at the right time. After a couple of nights in bed wearing soft cotton gauze didees and plastic panties, my "dribble" became serious wetting!
At work, in Court, with clients and especially when traveling, I wear some form of incontinent garment. My first choice is GoodNites, which I can pull up over my thigh-high stockings, usually without removing my shoes. Inside these I place a Diaper Doubler. When necessary I can pull down the GoodNites to use a toilet or replace a soaked Doubler. Occasionally, like when I wear tall boots, I can't pull up GoodNites, so I wear belted DEPEND regular absorbency with a Doubler. For better padding of my backside, like when I ride horses, I prefer medium DEPEND fitted briefs, with a Doubler padding each rump cheek.
For the statistically inclined, I am just under 5'5" with a waist of less than 22". I weigh about 105 pounds. My hair is strawberry blond and my eyes are green. My interests include big baby, spanking and punishment.
Until late 1996, Daddy Don and I had separate homes. This is when we temporarily moved into my condo, while we remodeled and expanded the home described in the Virtual Tour. We moved in during January, 1997.
Don Davis
was born in New York City June 14, 1932, the first child of a professor of chest surgery. His mother published medical journals and textbooks. He was educated in private schools that encouraged employment in show business. Don was a network radio actor as a child, when his best friend was Joel Woodward, whose mother, Virginia, returned Don to playtime and nighttime diapers with Playtex Panties, and sweet-talked him into accepting spankings. Don wrote about this in "Diaper Days" included in DPF's TRUE DIAPER TALES IV (TT-4).
While still in engineering school in late 1950, Don was hired as a designer of a revolutionary entertainment theme park, which was the start of a 45 year career as an executive with the major movie studio for whom the park is named. In late June, 1997, Don was recruited out of retirement as the graveyard shift chief executive by Hollywood's leading motion picture processing laboratory.
Don started writing about adult spanking while still in prep school. His late wife, Jean (who died in March, 1990) was also way into being spanked as foreplay. Because Jean lost bladder continence as a result of menopause in May, 1987, Jean and Don discovered Big Baby play as a coping strategy, as well as sexy good fun. Jean and Don joined DPF in October, 1987. She wrote many articles about infantilism and big baby games.
Don met Angela at an Adult Spankers Party. They have maintained a romantic relationship since then, despite their respective business travel and long working hours. Here are the highlights of Don's article from DPF's BABYLOVE Magazine #2 titled "Adventures in Big Babysitting":
Sleeping, Baby Angel is absolutely adorable. Eukie (her beloved teddy bear) nestles in her right arm. Her mouth slowly works a pacifier. Her onesies cling to her body as if painted on. Just a small dribble of pee wets her nighttime gauze diaper inside super-soft pink plastic panties. Getting an active baby to fall asleep is a babysitter's duty.
After a stressful day, Baby Angel is fussy. As I change her from her day clothes to a roomy romper, I check her diaper. It can hold some more wetting. Feeding Baby soon makes her feel so much better. As we wait in the nursery for the formula to warm, I hand her a stuffed toy. Angel giggles in delight, giving me a chance to slip a terry cobbler bib over her head. Tonight she wants to hold the baby bottle herself.
"Angel is such a good girl! What wonderful cooperating. Enjoy your bottle. Look at all the nice toys in your Playspace." When I start to leave, she puts down the bottle and kicks out at her toys. I lean over to reassure her, "I'm right here where I can hear you. You have your toys and bottle, so I can fix you some din-din. Everything will be all right. That's my precious Angel." Still a little doubtful, she picks up her bottle and settles down for the moment.
From the kitchen I actually can hear Baby Angel talking to her stuffed animals. Since she prefers solid food, I put veggies in the microwave, frozen mashed potatoes in a pan and grill a steak. The most important thing is to be with Baby Angel while she is playing. I listen to her and laugh along with her jokes, so she hardly notices when I turn the steak and set the table. I sit down next to Angel to wash her hands. She considers this a game. Food can wait. Why rush?
It is best to have everything ready before bringing her to eat. Once seated at the table beside me, Angel acts like a little lady. I put some hot corn, peas, spinach and mashed potato on her plate, leaving room for her steak. Tonight she uses her fork like a grown-up, much to my relief. Quickly I cut some meat into small pieces.
"No fair! I'm not helpless! Let me, LET ME!" Despite her romper and bib, Angela suddenly looks older than a toddler. "Don, Darling, you're going a bit too far."
"Sorry, Light Of My Life. It's so hard to read your mind." I put an un-cut portion of steak on her plate as Angela picks up her knife. "So, tell me about your day."
For the rest of the meal Angela and I converse as adults. Although I had put a baby bottle of milk on the table, Angela actually drinks ice tea from a glass. When we finish eating, she helps me clear the table. She is the one who combines the strawberry ice cream and chocolate sauce in bowls. It seems perfectly natural to me to be eating with an adult who is attractive, intelligent and full of fun, while she is wearing wet diapers that are definitely in need of changing, plastic panties, rompers and a bib. Welcome to Big Babysitting Adventures!
Babies have a short attention span. So, the second Baby Angel finishes her ice cream, I take her to the bathroom. Holding her hand, I start running her bath. Without letting go I lead her around as I organize her nighttime diaper set, plastic panties and onesies for later. When I remove her romper, her soaked diaper sags. Angel stands quietly as I lower her panties enough to unpin her diaper. I pull her wet diaper, Doubler and plastic panties off her and put them in their respective pails. Using first a Pampers baby wipe, then a warm wash rag, I clean her off, drying her with a clean infant-size prefold.
"Thanks, Don. Now let me use the toilet by myself. I promise not to drown." Everyone has a private fantasy. Some functions, such as BMs, Angela prefers to handle as an adult. Like all of us, she is entitled to her preferences. Soon she calls, "Daddy, I'm all ready for my bath. Please hurry!"
I help Baby Angel into the tub. As she splashes, the bubbles grow. Part of the game is clearing a path for the tub toys. Soon ducks, foam shapes and dinos have joined her as she pours water from a tiny bucket. Using a sponge shaped like a bear, I wash her back, tickling her until she squeals. Applying some more soap, I go over all her trim body while she continues to play. Gravely, as only serious babies can be grave, she explains the differences between her dinosaurs. Those long, funny words give her a kick. Even Angela can only stay in a bath so long. When I help her out of the tub, it is obvious she is a "baby" only in her heart.
Before dressing her for the night, I give Angela a gentle massage with some scented oil. As I knead, I can feel tension leaving her. To prevent any chill, I pull the top of her onesies on before I slide a diaper under her. Baby lotion applied liberally to the correct places wards off dreaded diaper rash. We both enjoy the process of rubbing that in, lifting her legs so that I can reach her bottom. Like most women, Angela finds that baby powder leads to yeast infection, so we rarely use any. A Super Soft Baby Heaven diaper hold a lot of wetting, but adding a Diaper Doubler and an infant-size prefold as the soaker never hurts. "Lift up, Baby Angel, so Daddy can pull on your plastic panties." She wriggles as I make sure all the diaper is inside before I ease the flap of her onesies through her crotch and snap it closed.
Baby Angel reaches out for Eukie. Her left thumb begins to inch toward her mouth. I clip her Ulti MAM pacifier's tether to the right shoulder of her onesies. "Your nails look so much less worn when you use your Binkie. Okay, Angel?" I tuck her blanket around her legs loosely, so she is not restricted.
With her left hand she pulls me down to her, kisses me like a very adult woman, then says, "Whatever you say, Daddy! Please read me a story." Nobody likes to be bored, least of all babies of any size! The stories I tell are twisted slightly from the familiar. For example, my firemen always need to wear rubber pants for reasons beyond fire hoses!
Only when she is asleep do I undress, shower hurriedly and get into the bed beside her.
Babysitting requires experience and common sense to know when to push, when to pull and when to stand back and wait. BIG BABYSITTERS must never forget that your partner is an adult with a private fantasy, limits and rights. Respect that person, cherish that big baby and this becomes a wonderful world!
Heather
was born in Altadena, California September 18, 1976, the middle daughter of a mother who has been married three times since Heather's father died when she was 12 months old. Her second step-father was caught molesting Stephanie and one of her girlfriends. While ditching junior high school, Heather made friends with an older group, which led to a sentence to the California Youth Authority. Somehow she got her act together, finishing high school near the top of her class.
One of Peggy's friends traded Heather room and board in exchange for housework when she started community college. Within the adult erotic discipline scene Heather became a very popular submissive brat who always made a show when getting soundly spanked. Heather is well-known for her ability to take and administer the infamous Canadian Standard Dominion School Strap. Although those are rarely used today in Canadian schools, Heather owns one.
Through erotic scene friends, Heather got better paying jobs and parts in a few adult videos. She was hired by Angela and Don as a housekeeper in November, 1997. Currently Heather attends college in the morning daily, then studies in the library before her regular four hour gig with Don and Angela. March 21, she will move into the maid's room at their home.
She has been learning big babysitting skills, since her new duties will include getting Don ready for work and Baby Angel bathed, fed, diapered and down for the night when Daddy Don can't be home. Eventually Heather will receive full spanking authority, in anticipation of which she recently earned her "Well Qualified Hairbrush Disciplinarian, First Class" certificate.
Heather is a slender brunette with hazel eyes, 5'1" and with the right costume, some makeup and flattering lighting she can play an under-18 year-old naughty teenager.
John
was born in Davenport, Iowa August 8, 1967, the eldest son of a businessman and a full-time mommy/housewife (who never cleaned house in heels and/or pearls). Between high school and college he served a hitch as a U.S. Marine, in which reserves he now proudly serves as a captain. He is a Registered Professional Electronics Engineer who works in telecommunications.
John first met Missy when they were in elementary school in Iowa. They were sweethearts even as pen pals and they married while he was on active duty at Camp Pendleton, CA Marine Base, 30 Aug 1987 in the main base chapel. Missy had told John about Angela's B&D adventures, so while dating they got into erotic spanking and light bondage. They discovered Big Baby fun during the Summer of 1990, while their daughter was still a newborn, but they kept that a secret even from Angela.
Missy and John leased Angela's condo (with an already-decorated nursery) during February, 1997, so they live within a 5 minute drive of Angela and Don and only 10 minutes from Peggy and Lance.
Karen
was born in New Orleans May 1, 1960. Her father deserted about that time, so she was raised by her single mother and her traditionally minded grandmother, both of whom primarily considered hairbrushes "bun warmers." Those ladies each had numerous gentlemen "friends" who often spent the night. Although her bedroom was in another wing of the house, Karen was well-aware that those guys got-off being spanked as naughty boys.
As a high school senior, Karen was Pledge Mistress in her sorority, paddling many freshman girls and giving OTK spankings with her hairbrush to the more liberal girls, and several of the varsity boys. Her vocation as dominatrix continued at LSU with local businessmen, professors, male classmates and sorority sisters. Of course Karen herself was paddled and spanked OTK while a pledge, which had been her most recent serious punishment trip face down across a lap until August 17, 1997, when Angela spanked her for Babysitter Misfeasance and Malfeasance.
Upon graduation as a Electronic Media Journalism Major, Karen worked around the world as a TV news camera person, field producer and occasionally reporter, at the same time participating in B&D and DS scenes. Karen settled in the Hollywood, CA area in 1985 in hopes of advancing her career as a newscaster and/or actress. As happens so often, she has not yet gotten that "big break" necessary for success.
Taking an "Upper Hand" Karen did build a fine reputation and business as a professional free-lance dominatrix / big babysitter throughout Southern California while taking TV/Acting classes and workshops. She has appeared in several adult spanking videos produced by Peggy and Lance, but no mainstream TV or movies. Since 1995 her prime day job was representing an up-scale line of infant-child furniture in the Western States. Starting in August, 1997, she has concentrated all her business efforts on Baby Cam, infant-child furniture and broadcast TV equipment.
Karen had first met Richard in Europe about 1984, although neither admits remembering exactly when or where or under what circumstances. They kept seeing one another at SoCal fantasy disciplinary events and started their romantic relationship during June, 1997. Only because Richard was over-seas on business the entire month of August was Karen available as Don's babysitter.
Lance
was born in London, Ontario, Canada on January 12, 1958, the second child of a wealthy textile manufacturer/importer. His mother, Dorothy, was an instructor at a junior college who believed that a Standard Dominion School Strap might be effective when applied to the hands for minor offenses, but for anything else a paddle was necessary OTK. His mother gave Lance a bare-bottom paddle spanking after he turned 20, when he was still living at home while attending University, as his younger siblings and some of their pals watched.
After Lance became engaged to Peggy, Dorothy, who did not know Peggy was way into spanking for discipline and romance, flew to Los Angeles just to present her with a Dominion School Strap and a paddle identical to the one she so often used for spanking. Of course she was delighted to learn Lance was already under loving spanking domination.
Networking with fellow Canadians dreaming of making a living in show business, Lance concentrated on finding financing for entertainment ventures. Naturally, when he first made a success, he emigrated to Hollywood, joined the independent film financing division of an Asian bank and has done very well for himself. In 1992, Lance became a U.S. citizen.
In 1980, Lance saw an opportunity to make a profit financing the conversion of the adult entertainment industry from 16mm film to videotape production. He was intrigued by adult spanking stories, so, as a side-line, he became a silent partner in what is now the leading spanking erotica business. He met Peggy when she played a naughty brat in some videos. They started dating while she finished college and eventually began producing their own line of videos, in which they both appear, Lance as spanker and Peggy as one of the spankees. They were married in 1989 and have built a very impressive large home that originally included two discipline dungeons.
During a 1994 Labor Day Weekend Adult Spankers Convention, Lance and Peggy borrowed diapers from Angela, starting a change in their lives. Almost immediately they converted the dungeon next to their bedroom suite into an adult nursery/playroom with huge crib, highchair, playpen and changing table. Today they still make videos, which are the only times Lance spanks Peggy. He wears diapers 7/24/365 and no longer cares if clients guess. However, they are both still sensitive about fellow adult spanking competitors connecting them to big baby diapers. They know how Jean Davis and Angela were teased for years.
Peggy usually only gets spanked in the popular adult video series she produces with Lance. In their real life, Peggy dominates and punishes Lance, although they both love diapers. They change each other.
Missy
was born July 3, 1969 in Bellflower, CA. She is the youngest of seven siblings, four sisters and two brothers. Like Angela, who was the third child, Missy started out in cotton gauze diapers and Gerber vinyl pants although by then Pampers and Huggies were more popular with less dedicated mothers. Her mother rarely punished, and never spanked, any of her kids.
Also like Angela, their mother, sisters, aunts and cousins, Missy has a tiny bladder. Since puberty in 1981, she has marginal daytime and hardly any nighttime bladder control. Although Angela and the other older sisters were taught to select and buy discreet female hygiene and incontinence disposable products, Missy's wetting was so severe, despite the best medical help, that she voluntarily returned to gauze diapers and plastic panties at night and began wearing DEPEND fitted briefs most days, even in junior high and high school. Perhaps because Missy is large, very attractive and a good athlete, she was rarely teased about her didees in school and never within her extended family.
During the 1976ñ7 school year her family temporarily moved to Davenport, Iowa so her father, then a meat packing operator, could take management training with his company. That was the year Angela started wetting.
Missy went to the same elementary school as John. Like Angela, Missy was profoundly affected witnessing other children being spanked by parents and paddled in school. Once Angela began participating in adult B&D events while she was in high school (1979), Missy was able to secretly read about that subject herself. In frank love letters back to John in Davenport, Missy confided her secrets, fantasies and desires.
A key reason John joined the U.S. Marine Corps was the promise his boot camp and advanced training would be in Southern California, where he would be within dating distance of Missy. She provided him with spanking implements, and millions of valid reasons for spanking her. Of course he knew a lot about her diapersóshe had told him all about that in letters and phone calls. Missy married John at Camp Pendleton 30 August '87 with Angela as Maid of Honor and many of her relatives present.
Often John would diaper Missy, yet it wasn't until their daughter had been in diapers a couple of months (May 1990) that they discovered big baby games, which they kept a secret from everyone, including Angela, who in any event was distracted as an over-worked junior associate lawyer at the time.
Always talented with cloth and sewing machines, Missy dropped out of junior college. She has worked at a variety of jobs that provided her with the training and experience to become a member of the Hollywood Motion Picture and Television Costumers union, IATSE Local 705 in December'95 and the more prestigious Costume Designers Guild, IATSE Local 892 in September'96. Perhaps Don and Lance exerted some influence, but without her skill, Missy would not have a flourishing career as costume designer for a network TV series.
Peggy
was born December 7, 1964 in Malibu, CA, the only child of a show business couple. To understand her, you need to know about her parents:
Her father, Steven, is a very successful movie producer. Her mother, Connie, was Steven's young third "trophy" wife. At the time of this marriage, she was an actress on a daytime soap. She never made a hit feature film, or even a hit Movie of the Week! Connie resented the fact her pregnancy ended the dream role on that soap. This was years before Hunter Tylo successfully sued Spelling Entertainment over her firing from "Melrose Place." Connie often took out her frustrations by severely spanking Peggy, who was three when her parents had a nasty divorce.
Her own acting ambitions thwarted, Connie became an agent specializing in child actors. Since Peggy has always been beautiful, while still a toddler, she was pushed into acting classes and auditions. Unfortunately Peggy did not then have that special spark. As her Mom became more aggressive, Peggy regressed to nightly bedwetting, for which she was shamed and spanked, but not diapered for bed.
At most auditions, Peggy wet herself, which is common in show business. Like countless other stage mothers and moppet agents, Connie always put Peggy in discreet disposable diapers, which in 1969 were still kind of bulky.
Moppet actors being her business, Mom kept up with diaper state-of-the-art. Wearing just introduced and expensive ultra-thin super absorbent didees, as a cute teenager Peggy had regular roles in three hit TV series. With an over-the-top devil-may-care sense of naughty fun, Peggy found her way into the B&D party scene as a Malibu blond teenybopper with mile-high legs. By then she had a big allowance from her TV earnings, so she could well have become a typical Hollywood bad girl brat packer. Instead she totally avoided alcohol, tobacco and drugs. Her trust fund paid for her graduate education in accounting and business finance. Once away from her Mom, Peggy regained nearly all her bladder continence.
Because she is a brat at heart, Peggy dared to openly play roles in some early adult spanking videos where she met Lance. Today she still retains her partnership in a leading entertainment accounting-management firm, but only works flexible hours, often from her home office. Peggy has done well with her investments. One of her old TV series became such a big hit the producers had to give her a huge residual payment.
By 1994 Peggy was the adult video brat everyone wanted to spank, which is Lance's job, although in their real life, Peggy is in charge. That Labor Day Weekend, at an adult spankers convention, she shyly asked to borrow a diaper from Angela. The next morning Peggy asked Angela to help her buy a real stock of diapers, in larger size. She admitted that Lance wet their bed. Inspired by Angela's "DARLING BABY ANGEL" they wanted to try big baby games.
Within days they had contractors convert their dungeon closest to their bedroom into a nursery/playroom. Not wanting to waste time, and not worried about budget, they had a motion picture prop manufacturer custom-build their big baby crib (twin extra long), highchair, playpen and a changing table scaled-up to adult-size from an actual Bellini imported wooden changing cabinet/organizer which Peggy purchased.
Peggy usually only gets spanked in the popular adult video series she produces with Lance. In their real life, Peggy dominates and punishes Lance, although they both love diapers. They change each other.
Since Labor Day'94, Peggy and Lance have participated in most of Angela and Don's big baby adventures.
Richard
was born in Sydney, NSW, Australia on October 21, 1946. His father imported electrical appliances. His mother, Mary, was a housewife who had been a Registered Nurse in Sheffield, England, before emigrating to Australia. She brought with her: strict ideas about child rearing; toilet training; corporal punishment; a thin English rattan cane; and the same tawse Mary's father had bought in Scotland and used on her frequently until she was 20.
Because Mary was in such a rush to have Richard toilet trained at a younger age than any of her Australian friends, she made a complete botch of it. He alternated between bedwetting and frequent daytime accidents until puberty, despite Mary's scoldings and lavish application of her cane to his bare backside and tawse to his hands and upper thighs. She made him wash his own wet sheets and clothing, but apparently the logic of relaxing, returning Richard to diapers and rubber pants never occurred to her. In any event Richard has no memories of wearing diapers until his relationship with Karen.
As a youth he was excellent at cricket, tennis and sailing. After high school graduation he attended Princeton and Harvard Graduate School of Business. Once his student visa expired he took a job with a bank in Geneva. After being heavily recruited by an American chemical company, he received a U.S. green card and eventually became an American citizen in 1978. He is now in business for himself and travels all over the world.
Richard has been on the fringes of the Hollywood Adult Spanking Scene for many years, is divorced and a Magician Member of the Magic Castle. Richard is debonair, handsome, still athletic yet slender and 6'4" with a full head of white hair. He can serve a tennis ball like a pro, bowl a googly at Sunday cricket matches, charm the birds from the trees, and run a good Three Card Monte short con game. Richard likes Karen to take charge, punishing him when and how she wants.
Prostate trouble has caused Richard to often wear thin incontinent protection under his business suits and before his relationship with Karen he slept on a disposable underpad. Of course now he is in nighttime gauze diapers, Doublers and plastic panties.
Richard has known Karen since they met in Europe about 1984. They kept seeing one another at SoCal fantasy disciplinary events and started their romantic relationship during June, 1997. Only because Richard was over-seas on business the entire month of August was Karen available as Don's babysitter.
Stephanie
was born in Boston, MA on March 6, 1961. Her parents were pioneer hippies, more into recreational chemistry than holding jobs, so the family moved often. She attended over 30 different schools before graduating from high school. After an enlistment in the Navy as a medical technician, she attended cosmetology trade school on the G.I. Bill. At one time she was a Hollywood-area professional dominatrix. A few years ago Stephanie dropped out of the adult erotic scene locally because she married and moved East. Now divorced, she has recently learned to change adult diapers.
Stephanie is an imposing woman taller than 5'9" with bright blue eyes and long blond hair.
Welcome to our home here in Los Angeles. My guess is that what will really interest you is our Nursery and Master Bedroom Suite, since this is where so much of this Tale takes place. Instead of using the formal, main entrance, we're going to park beside the north service driveway and walk west to the pool deck, to use Nursery's outside door.
As we walk through this door, our Changing Table is ahead, just to our right. Oh, Baby, your didee's all wet? Well, let me help you up on Changing Table. There is a step on the left side, so it is very easy to sit, then swing your legs to your right. The back section is raised, like a chair. Go on, lean back. With the touch of a button, the back section lowers, so you are lying on your back. Above your waist and your lower right leg, safety side rails prevent you from rolling off. Babysitter pushes another button to retract the step, so she can get close to you. Another button raises Changing Table to make tending to you, Baby, so much easier.
Deftly the access snaps on your coveralls are undone, revealing your plastic panties and a very wet diaper. Babysitter takes off your shoes, lifts your legs so she can fold the bottom of your coveralls under your back and work your plastic panties down your legs and off your feet.
Just across the aisle through which we entered, opposite the foot end (correctly called the "front section") of Changing Table, is a counter-top with a stainless double restaurant sink on the right end, which is toward Master Bedroom. Under the sink are two tilt out, plastic-lined compartments holding re-usable laundry bags. They are our state-or-the-art diaper pails, force vented to the outside. The wider left one is for cloth diapers that have been worn. The narrower right one is for plastic panties needing washing, rinsing and slow air drying. Just left of them is a silent garbage compactor under the counter. This serves as the disposables' diaper pail, which is where Babysitter deposits the Doubler you just soaked.
Baby, the way you're squirming, Babysitter thinks you need to make poop. If your Mommy lets you use a potty, then Babysitter will help you down. Around the corner, to the right of the sinks, are folding louvered doors, behind which is Nursery Potty. This is a small room with a hospital-style toilet. (See Glossary)
Poop all gone, Baby? Then Babysitter will put you back on Changing Table, to resume changing your diaper. Just above your waist on the right side is a caddy holding baby stuff (explained in Appendix 1 and Glossary). Babysitter says roll over, so she can clean your backside, especially your butt crack, with at least two warm baby wipes. She deposits those soiled messy wipes in the compactor.
The smaller sink is perfect for washing hands and wetting the wash rags used during diaper changing for finish cleaning. One tall spigot with rinser-hose and nozzle serves both sinks. Notice that she controlled the liquid aloe hand-soap and water with foot and knee levers, like in a hospital, so her hands are free. Babysitter goes over your entire diaper area with the warm washrag, rinsing you with another damp warm washrag, both of which go into the cloth diaper pail. She uses a cloth prefold as a towel to dry Baby, prior to rubbing baby lotion all over your backside and into your butt crack. Isn't that soo soothing?
After Babysitter tells Baby to turn onto your back, she slides a dry diaper set (explained in detail in the Glossary) under you. She uses warm wipes and more washrags to clean Boy Baby's front and a fresh cloth prefold to towel him dry. Now she is ready to lotion his balls and penisóerect or not, she still handles it gently, yet intimately. Don't worry about pee or cum, the medical-grade naugahide of the cushions is waterproof. Besides, Babysitter has a cloth prefold ready. (Of course, big baby girls also get gently lotioned. It's just not as exciting for us, that's all.) If Babysitter decides you should have baby powder, now is the time she applies it.
Babysitter sticks two diaper pins from the caddy into the top of her delicate nursery apron (see Glossary). Since she is close to your right side, after she pulls your diaper tight between your legs, she pins that side. Rather than walk around your legs, she raises Changing Table some more, so she can reach your left side to pin it snugly.
Finally Babysitter takes a dry pair of your plastic panties from the counter to her right, turns them right-side-out and gives them a professional snap. That's a sound near and dear to all us Big Babies. Tickling your feet, she starts to work your panties up your legs. Only at the last second does she lift your thighs, at the same time asking you to scrunch-up. Now your panties are in place and all she needs do is make sure your diaper is completely contained.
Once she is sure your panties cover your didee, she unfolds your coveralls and re-fastens the snaps. Oh, you finished your BaBa? Not to worry! To the left of the compactor, beyond a cabinet with some drawers, is a silent refrigerator from which Babysitter takes a container of guava-strawberry juice combination. On the counter-top side of the refrigerator is an organizer Daddy Don built to dispense Evenflo Angled Nursers. She fills one of those with the juice mix and screws on a cross-cut silicone nipple with a pink ring. Is the juice too cold?
Hanging from the cabinet beyond the bottle organizer, over the counter-top is a microwave, which is a bit drastic for juice. Better is the dual electric bottle warmer. One unit is perfect for juice, the other is right for milk or formula.
It doesn't take long to make BaBa perfect. Just long enough for Baby to play with a rattle, work a pacifier and for Babysitter to put your shoes back on. She raises the back, so you are sitting up, she starts Changing Table lowering and she extends the step. As she helps you down, she hands you your nice warm BaBa.
Baby is distracted, but your Mommy notices on the counter beside the double sink is a sloping bottle+nipple drying rack and an electric sterilizer for bottles and nipples (please see Glossary). The larger sink is kept pristine mostly for washing bottles and nipples. Its mild liquid dishwashing detergent is dispensed by a spigot operated by a foot valve. That counter also holds a drink mixer/blender for making shakes and formula. The cabinets above and drawers below hold all sorts of bottle and nipple accessories and supplies.
Looking around toward the door with a window showing the pool and spa, Baby sees that 4' to the left side of the table is a counter-top running its entire length. Below that are drawer and cabinet units, similar to up-scale custom kitchen installations. The right most drawers are shallow and only 16" wide for effective storage and retrieval of sorted plastic panties. On this counter there is room to fold, and light to see, diapers while inspecting them. Above that counter is an adjustable diaper stacker system Daddy Don created. The diapers are all supported by a smooth shelf the height of the bottom of normal over-counter kitchen cabinets. The back slopes rearward at the top, so the stacks lean slightly away from the bottom front. Full-height smooth dividers separate individual stacks. Because these are adjustable, no space is wasted by narrow stacks.
My large GoodNites (which need only a narrow stack) are at the stacker's right end because I don't need to lie down to change them. In order, right to left are: GoodNites; Paragon Diaper Doublers; belted DEPEND regular absorbency; medium DEPEND fitted briefs; large DEPEND fitted briefs; small Super Soft Baby Heaven adult gauze diapers; Gerber infant-size birdseye-weave prefolds; finally large Super Soft Baby Heaven diapers. The cloth didees work well in the stacker, which holds: 8 of each size Super Soft; 18 prefolds; 2 packs each of GoodNites and Doublers; more than 1 package each of the DEPEND products.
Instead of doors, the front of the stacker system is a porous fabric curtain that is attached to the wall cabinet above, and which pulls down like a window shade. When closed the curtain protects the diapers from dust. The cloth diapers benefit from the air circulation through the curtain.
Your Mommy knows no Nursery ever has enough storage space, so she is interested in the counter and cabinets to the left of the stackers, beyond Changing Table. Its right section is a swing-out pantry that is super versatile.
Throughout Nursery there is indirect under-counter and ceiling lighting. Above Changing Table there is a double row of track luminaires. When Babysitter needs a really good look, there is lots of light. All lamp fixtures are incandescent and equipped with dimmers, some remotely controlled from Changing Table. The thermostat-controlled radiant-heated floor is covered with a resilient poured-in-place material. It is never cold on bare footsies.
Baby is happy in a comfy cloth diaper and has a nurser of warm juice, so Mommy can explore Master Bedroom which adjoins Nursery. Toward the middle is our Bed.
Bed actually is two adjoining Simmons Beautyrest Electric Adjustable Beds with a shared king-size electric blanket and comforter. The padded headboard of Bed is attached to the back of a free-standing 6'0" wide, 5'3" high bookcase, 7'6" away from the south wall of our bedroom, in front of an 8'0" wide by 4'0" high picture window (required by the building code) set 3'3" above the floor. I'm suppose to sleep in the left-side bed, although I always manage to sneak toward Daddy Don's bed for cuddling, because the only practical spot for my Vanity Makeup Table (see Glossary) is to the left of the bed, just outside Master Bathroom.
Each side of Bed has a large moveable side cabinet with folding over-bed table with security communication control, data phone, lap-top computers, note pads, pencils and baby bottles.
The free-standing bookcase behind the headboard has shelves deep and high enough that my large nursery and children's books, some antique, some modern, can stand upright.
Under the window is another low bookshelf, the top of which has a cushion, so it is also a window seat. To the left of the picture window, between it and my Vanity Makeup Table, is a secure out-swinging 4'6" French door leading to the south lanai.
The TV set, VCR and mini entertainment center is close to the north bedroom wall, in direct line with our bed. To its left is our custom-made Adult Bureau. What appears to be the top drawer actually is an eye-level lighted compartment which contains implements and other equipment essential for punishment spanking discipline scenes: birch/neoprene spankin', solid maple and leather paddles; straps, slapper; martinet, et cetera. The lower drawers contain my adult lingerie, tops, socks, etc.
To the left of Adult Bureau is seven feet of plain bare wall. This is the right side of Punishment Corner. Spanking Chair is stored against that wall to Adult Bureau's left. Because a very big walk-in closet, Adult Bureau and the entertainment center protrude into the room, Punishment Corner is well isolated. The first four feet of wall to the left of Punishment Corner ends at Nursery Potty's wall, forming Punishment Corner II, which is useful when two naughty people need to serve Corner-Time simultaneously. Both Punishment Corners are ideal Time-Out Locations. Because those walls get a lot of wear, the lower six feet are covered with a smooth gloss vinyl material that closely matches the paint on the doors and trim. Separating the gloss from the similar semi-gloss paint used on the rest of the walls is a very thin horizontal molding known as a dado.
Time-Out Stool is stored in Punishment Corner II, next to Nursery Potty.
From Nursery Potty, when you look across Bed, you see Vanity Makeup Table. Big Babies who love to play in Mommy's makeup are fascinated, because of the lights around the mirror. Instead of a round stool, Angela uses an ergonomic adjustable office chair. To the right of Vanity Makeup Table is Nursery Chair and Ottoman, details of which can be found in the Glossary.
To the left of Vanity Makeup Table is Master Bathroom, which was featured in both "DARLING BABY ANGEL" and "ANGELA'S FANTASY." Folding louvered doors now separate it from Master Bedroom. You walk into the dressing room. On the left are mirrored doors of closets holding the grown-up clothes Angela and Don are likely to use that week. On the right, just inside the door is a two-person whirlpool bath with a greenhouse bay window. (Don't worry, the lower glass is frosted.) On the right side further into Master Bathroom is the door to a lavatory with shower, toilet and bidet (which Baby Angel finds a real hoot, as explained in Glossary).
The far end of Master Bathroom is a mirror behind a counter with double sinks. Angela keeps her blow-dryer near the right basin. Don shaves using the left basin.
Okay, Baby, now that your Mommy has seen Vanity Makeup Table, rested in Nursing Chair and explored Master Bathroom, we can walk down the hall so you can experience Playspace II.
This 16'9" by 22'6" room is only 18' down the hall to the east from Master Bedroom's entrance. It is dedicated and decorated as a place where Baby Angel can have big baby fun with her toys (many of whom were featured in her DPF videos) and diaper friends. Since Playspace II has no protruding closet, nor unnecessary intruding doors, there is an amazing amount of clear, free play space. Overhead its open trusses are exposed. The walls are plain and are 11'0" high (between the roof trusses) so adults appear shorter and smaller than normal. Playspace II has a connected compact lavatory with basin and toilet, which potty gets little action because big babies use their diapers! Playspace II's walls are delicate pink, as is the thickly padded carpet. Baby Angel is convinced her many soft toys enjoy this place.
To the west, less than 30' down the hall from the entry to the Master Bedroom and Nursery Suite, is the comfy and convenient Guest Bedroom with full bath.
The great room, kitchen, laundry/sewing room, 2 home offices, multi-media library entertainment room, 3 additional bedrooms and the garage (which includes a hobby room/workshop) are further east, in the main part of the house down the hall in the other direction.
Last year we remodeled the west end of our house, moving the building wall outward several feet. As far as the building department knows, we were adding a guest room with a full bath, a second big walk-in closet to the south side of the master bedroom suite, and most important of all, a "home exercise and health center" which could legally have a toilet and sink. On the building permit that 10'8" deep by 24'6" space is called "an alcove connected to the rest of the master bedroom suite with a full-span 7'6" high opening, below a non-structural soffit extending to the open roof truss beam." An accordion folding door closes off the nursery when necessary.
This is our adult Nursery and Potty! One foot inside of the folding door, and centered in the opening, is our first adult Changing Table. Our dream has come true! It is made from a Simmons electric adjustable bed with medical-grade naugahide-covered 3" thick firm foam cushions instead of a Beautyrest mattress. The bed mechanism is attached to a sturdy electric scissor-lift, so Changing Table height is adjustable to the needs of the babysitter. Hiding the lift system is a telescoping base cabinet. Our changing station looks like a 7'2" long doctor's exam table, with the adjustable features of an ER gurney. At any moment I expect to hear adorable bad boy, George Clooney as Dr. Doug Ross, shouting "Get chem seven, STAT!"
The table's head-end, correctly called the back section, tilts up to form a chair. The foot-end (front section) also rises independently, exactly like our own adjustable beds. Since massage motors are a standard Simmons feature, lying on Changing Table can be invigorating or soothing, helped by the heating pads built into the cushions. Enemates into high-colonics or rectal-gynecological exam sports will love the elevating front section, to which they will want to add attachable adjusting stirrups.
Built into the base's left side is an electrically-operated step, remote-controlled by push buttons, one reachable by Baby when lying on the table, the other (just for the babysitter) is on the front control box. With the step extended, and the back raised to chair position, it is very easy to sit on the table, swing your legs to the right, up on the table, lean back and let the remote control lower you into a supine reclining position for changing. When diapered you can elevate the back, swing to the left and climb down. The center section of the table does not tilt. On its right side it has a Baby-reachable supplies and accessory caddy with heated baby wipes, lotion, powder, pins and even a holder for a baby bottle, all within easy reach of a self-diapering big baby.
Safety side-rails move with both sides of the back and front sections to prevent falls. Over the right side's caddy there is a safety bar that swings up from below. It is just high enough that it does not interfere with self-diapering. We normally leave the right front and both back side-rails in their extended deployed safety position.
Of course from the babysitter's standing position it is easy to swing the center bar to its low storage location. Outside catches allow adjustment of the four moving-section side-rails all the way from above-standard, to secure a rambunctious big baby, down to their low storage position.
Daddy Don and I carefully designed our Changing Table so it's effective and safe for self-diapering, yet efficient and non-frustrating for big babysitting. I have always taken pride in changing my own diapers, as I proved in our DPF video "DARLING BABY ANGEL"! With the creation of Changing Table nearly all of my frustrations have been eliminated. We fully intend to drag the world of traditional pinned cloth diapers from the Nineteenth into the Twenty-First Century. To infinity and beyond!
Babysitter can disable the Baby-reachable step control switch, and take custody of the remote adjuster. Our original concern was that the accessory caddy might interfere with Babysitter changing. Subsequent experience has proven its value as an assistant. With the left front side-rail lowered, because the step is so wide, the big baby can start out sitting closer to the front, since Babysitter will help lower Baby into changing posture. Thus the caddy is out of the way of babysitter when diapering, yet is handy for supplies, eliminating trips to the main work counter on the inside west wall of the nursery alcove.
Just left of the dual sink, a built-in under-counter quiet automatic trash compactor serves as the disposable's diaper pail, reducing trash volume, while controlling odors. Because used disposable diapers are bio-hazardous, they go into distinctive plastic bags, which makes it legal and ethical for the garbage truck to collect them.
Please allow me to discuss safety in adult spanking. Spanking is suppose to only warm the bottom, thighs and palms, not cause real injury. Don't ever hit the face, arms and especially the lower back or abdominal region. The upper limit on the buttocks is less than half way to the waist. Spanks should not land higher than an inch below the summit of the buttocks, and never inside the butt crack. Spanks should not touch the sides further toward the front than an inch behind the midline. Except for an occasional hand spank to the lower thigh just above the inner knee, the lower limit is six inches below the thigh/buttock junction.
For the above reasons, the garter belts preferred by women, and cross dressers, who actually get spanked are custom made and carefully fitted to correctly define just this area. Stockings are selected so they define the lower limit, six inches of rear upper thigh. Clever of us, yes? In videos, garter belts reveal the entire buttocks and the stockings are generally much shorter. That is an unsafe fantasy.
Nearly always in videos, even when the woman is otherwise nude, she still wears garter belt, stockings and pointy toe high heel Fuck Me (yes, that is what I mean by "FM") pumps. Those normally have spike or stiletto heels higher than 4" They are dangerous just to walk in on anything but the smoothest floor. Just think what would happen if any part of such a shoe were to kick someone? Quality FM pumps are very expensive. A shoe flying off could be damaged. So, forget the videos and fantasy. When a spanking consists of more than a few mild pats, the submissive's shoes should be removed prior to assuming the position. All foot coverings, except hose and socks, come off. Men too! Lose the high heels, boots, brogans, wing tips, even sneakers.
Okay, Babysitters, Mommies, Daddies and Big Babies:
Let's spank safely!
Adult Bureau: A custom-made chest of drawers with a top compartment with a door that resembles the drawer fronts. It is 5'0" tall, so the top can be seen easily. In our master bedroom, Adult Bureau is located between the TV-Entertainment Center and Punishment Corner.
Aloe Liquid Soap: We prefer Softsoap Moisturizing with Aloe.
Angled Nurser was introduced by Evenflo in 1995. Don and I love them. Although we still own lots of other baby bottles, when either of us suckles, we prefer the 8 oz clear Angled Nurser with a PUR silicone nipple.
Anima: in Carl Gustav Jung's analytic psychology this is the individual's true inner self, reflecting archetypical ideals of conduct, especially used in contrast to persona (a false front). Baby Angel, the big baby girl inside me, is my anima, because that is my true nature. I have no difficulty acting like an adult when appropriate, such as when I'm representing a client in Court as a litigation attorney. Because Mistress Angela is not naturally part of me, Jung would term her my persona.
Apron, Nursery: The one Mrs Woodward touch not mentioned in "Diaper Days" was her below-knee-length frilly nursery aprons. After Donny had been back in diapers a couple of weeks, he had a dream about her. I immediately went looking for similar aprons, but I couldn't find any that I wanted. Missy designed a series of Nursery Aprons that look like a pinafore in front, are pastel dotted Swiss or floral print cotton broadcloth, with a layer of soft, thin, supple clear vinyl hidden in the front skirt and bib to just below the bosom. That waterproof layer really helps protect Babysitter's clothing while bathing and cleaning Baby. For Daddies Don and John, Missy makes butler/chef-style aprons out of blue and white striped blended twill without frills, with the vinyl layer. Nanny Doubtfire wears an outlandishly large and frilly Nursery Apron.
B&D to me is the adult erotic Bondage and Discipline scene, in which the excuse for punishment is always misbehavior by the submissive, bottom or pet. This is different from SM (=Slave and Mistress or Master) in which the punishment is applied because it pleases the dominant or top. To me the difference between DS (=Discipline and Submission) and B&D is that we use bondage as part of punishment and training, while the DS scene does not use ropes and fitted restraint cuffs.
Baby Cam technical information: The state of the art Smart Choice video monitoring system has a sensitive microphone and low light TV camera which transmits picture and sound to both a special time-lapse VHS video cassette recorder and a small portable TV set.
Whenever Baby is not making noise, the recorder operates in time-lapse mode, so when the tape is played at normal speed each hour runs in 3 minutes. No action is missed, because the interval between frames is only 0.67 seconds. As soon as Baby Cam senses noise as brief as saying "Heh" in a polite "indoor voice," it automatically records at normal speed for the next 10 minutes. Of course a parent or babysitter can deliberately switch it to normal speed, but cannot make it return to time-lapse until the system senses a quiet room for 9 minutes 59 seconds.
This would be the ideal arrangement for parents unsure of the nanny. There are kinky benefits, too. Don and I have subsequently purchased an even better version video monitoring system that has a color picture. Now I can be babysat by remote control.
Watching Donny sleep peacefully on the Baby Cam video tapes was fascinating. Often he would start out, with his bed adjusted to "Back Relief" position with his lower legs elevated, sleeping on his back. Within 20 minutes, he would have reset the bed to conventional flat position, his face would be hidden in a pillow and he would be lying on his side. Every few minutes Donny would move, rolling from side to side.
My feeling is that he does most of his wetting when his weight is on his left side. Subsequently Don and I have watched several hours of us sleeping singly and together. Nearly all the time I sleep on my left side with just minor variations of position. So it works out that Don sleeps to my right. In the old days, when he was just wearing a diaper for fun while playing with me, if Don wet while lying down, it would be while he was either face up or with him on his left side. He told me he thinks that is still true. Who would have thunk watching time-lapse could be soo intriguing and downright sexy?
A video recording shows Peggy kissing Donny's forehead as he appeared to sleep. She checked his diaper. Next the sound of giggles and squeals can be heard in the background. I was puzzled by that sound. Playing in over and over I could not figure it out. (Eventually Karen confessed she and Peggy had played a spanking game on the floor of Punishment Corner. They had not realized the microphone was so sensitive.)
Baby Kellie Set is a matching two-piece sleep set: a low-cut peasant, lap-style or draw-string collar babydoll-length top, so even when standing still the lower half of the dress-up panties show; matching elastic leg unlined cover-ups which cover the diaper and plastic panties.
Baby Lotion: Currently we use Baby Magic Original lotion made by Mennen. Although most stores carry this in 15 oz bottles, Toys-R-Us sells 18.75 oz bottles for less money. The generic Sav-On baby lotion is also very good.
To preserve vinyl plastic panties, avoid contact with excessive amounts of lotion or oil. We rub baby lotion into the skin of the upper thighs and around the waist in the area where the panty's elastic will touch, and for a couple of inches inward. Any excess lotion left on the surface is removed by the prefold used as the nursery towel.
The rest of the diapered area needs a liberal application of baby lotion, especially the fold of skin where thigh meets buttocks in the rear and torso in front, and in the butt crack. On guys, pay extra attention to the scrotum and penis.
Baby Oil: I rarely mention baby oil because I seldom use any.
Baby Powder: Don and I use only corn starch baby powder. We prefer 100% talc free Diaparene. However, since all baby powder supports bacteria growth and excess baby powder causes vaginal yeast infection in genetic women, Daddy Don and I use baby powder sparingly on me, and not on every change. Once Donny's skin was conditioned to being wet, we virtually stopped powering him. When Mrs. Woodward diapered Donny, WWII rationing made baby powder nearly impossible to find, even for her! So baby powder is not important to Don's fantasy.
Baby Wipes: Don and I currently prefer Pampers Aloe Wipes which come in a tub of 96. Since the tub lasts a long time, P&G sells refills at a moderate saving. Pampers wipes are 7.0" 8.5" so they have the capacity to clean an adult. Wear diapers for any length of time and you'll find didee rash happen. Prevention is important, which is why I go into so much detail about baby wipes.
All of us are very careful about cleaning following the removal of a wet didee. I start with a disposable wipe for the first pass, and a second wiping if messing or poop was involved, even into a toilet. Please be sure to put used baby wipes into the disposable diaper trashónever flush them down a toilet!
Next I use a small conventional terry wash rag wet with warm water with a little aloe liquid hand soap. That gets rinsed with another warm wet wash rag, both of which go into the diaper pail after a single use. I dry-off with an infant prefold instead of a towel before applying baby lotion. Yes, we do own a lot of inexpensive wash rags. Our newer infant prefolds start off as the nursery towels until they get quite soft from repeated washings.
Baby Wipe, Rash-Care: When a diaper rash starts, or the bottom is otherwise hurt, we use Pampers Rash Care baby wipes, after a careful cleaning. These sure are better than applying Desitin or A&D! They come 78 to the tub at about a cent more each than Pampers Aloe Wipes, which is less than Desitin and way more convenient.
Baby Wipe Warmer: The first one we bought two years ago is made by Comfy Kids. It looks like a stuffed puppet that surrounds either a canister or tub of wipes. It includes a night light. Our new warmer, made by Dex, actually works much better, because it is not so cute, just an electric blanket for wipes. Since hardly any infant shops carry either brand, most will give you a blank stare, you'll need to really shop hardy.
Bath Oil, Non-Scented: We use Alpha Keri bath oil to prevent dry skin.
Betadine Solution: Although it stings when applied to cuts, open blisters and similar sores, this is the standard antiseptic microbicide of the emergency medical profession. We find it prevents infection and promotes healing with a minimum of scarring when used in conjunction with effective cleaning of the wound. It is worth looking for in first aid sections of drug stores.
Bettie Awards, presented by the Adult Entertainment Association each January at their convention in Las Vegas, are the OscarsÆ of erotic videos. These awards are named in honor of Bettie Paige, who was a pioneer in adult entertainment, with her series, Bettie Paige in Bondage from the 1950's. The Best Spanking Video for 1997 Bettie was the third one Peggy and Lance have won in the past 8 years. They also won the 1994 Best Adult Video of the Year Bettie.
Bib: My favorite is made of terry, with a hole for my head, like a poncho. The crumb-catcher pocket across the front is formed by folding back some material which is held in place with snaps. To remove the crumbs, you undo the snaps.
Bidet: a bathroom fixture about the height of a conventional toilet, but without a seat, with water jets to bathe external genitals and posterior parts of the body. Baby Angel find the bidet tickles. She calls it "a car wash for ass holes." Adult Angela say, "If the bidet hadn't already been installed when the house was originally built, we never would have bought one. Heh, it doesn't even save on toilet paper!" Warning: Don't try to rinse poopy didees in a bidet, unless you want dirty water all over the bathroom! If simply soaking the dirty dipe in the toilet isn't enough, get a rinser hose, like hospitals use to flush bed pans.
Bogart probably started as a counter-culture expression. When my mother told me "Don't Bogart the phone!" she meant to share it, not hog it. Lately I hear Bogart used with the same meaning in network TV comedies.
Bottle drying rack: The only one that has pegs long enough for the Angled Nursers is the Bottle 'N Nipple Drying Rack made by Safety 1st, which is the kind we use for them.
The concept of the Drain 'N Dry by Mommy's Helper is good, the plastic rack slopes and has an over-hanging lip so that when it is put next to the sink, draining water flows over the lip, like a water fall. Unfortunately the bottle pegs are about 3/8" too short for Angled Nursers, thus allowing a puddle of water to accumulate at the tip. Not good! However, this works well for nipples, rings, glasses and rubber gloves.
The most elegant rack, like from a chem lab, is the solid rock maple Bottle Dryer made by The Pearcy Co of Bryan, Ohio, sold in up-scale baby stores. Unfortunately the pegs are too short also, so the one we bought before the Angled Nursers is in storage.
Bottle and Nipple Sterilizer: We use the Gerber electric version, which actually is sold as a set including bottles and nipples. At the time we bought the set we still used an occasional straight nurser. I strongly recommend sterilizing bottles and nipples anytime two or more babies share. Even if you don't love Gerber nipples and nursers, the rings and sealing caps are fine, as are the bottle and nipple brushes.
Bottle Warmer: The classic Gerber Electric Bottle Warmer was featured in "DARLING BABY ANGEL." Although the one we bought in 1991 wore out, we have a new one. The downside is you must put just the right amount of water in it before you insert the bottle, and it only heats at one rate to one temperature. Our Day n' Nite Dual Bottle Warmer does not require water and has a lower and higher heat unit for formula and juice. Of course neither is hot enough to scald Baby.
Caddy: not a big car but a special compartmented tray holding the frequently used baby stuff for changes: Baby Lotion; Baby Powder; heated wipes; diaper pins; a few cloth infant prefolds; one adult diaper set; and a holder for Baby's nurser bottle and rattle.
Cane: As used in the American Adult Spanking Scene, discipline canes are very flexible and between 5/32" and 1/4" in diameter. The classic English School-Style cane is made of rattan, has a crook handle and is from 26" to 32" long. Delicate straight-handle canes made from bamboo with the same dimensions are also available. Even when used only for fun, canes often leave distinctive welts called cuts that look like red/brown stripes. The throbbing lingers for a long time. The pain of a cane landing with any real force has been described as worse than touching a hot stove. It blasts through you, bad when the cane hits and much worse within seconds as the pain spreads. Canes make a swishing noise as they move through the air, so the victim wait in terror for the next stroke. Perhaps you can tell I dislike watching caning and will not participate as submissive or dominant.
Catch-All is a super highchair mat made by Prince Lionheart from thick yet soft clear vinyl. These make super changing pads for those times we are away from our nursery. Of course they also make cleaning-up easier when Daddy feeds me. Sometimes we use a Catch-All to protect Punishment Corner from dripping and stains.
Chair: Nursing and Spanking: please see their listings
Clownie Light was featured in both my DPF videos and many of my still photos and was a product of Dolly, Inc. Eventually Clownie became beyond repair and joined that Circus in the Sky. I've looked, but for the year since Clownie passed, I have not found a replacement I want for my bedside table. Oh, yes, until Clownie's demise, that was always beside my bed, even when the rest of my bedroom was disguised as adult. Casual visitors supposed it was a relic of my childhood. Little did they know we bought Clownie in 1991.
Corian is an all-plastic solid material that makes a strong, smooth, resilient counter-top. All of Angela and Don's Nursery and bathroom counter-tops are made from Corian, with sinks and/or basins set under. Although the main kitchen sinks and stove-side chef's sinks are set in a stainless counter-top, the other kitchen utility sinks are set in Corian counter-tops. The top of the work islands are Corian, except the baking surface which is a marble slab for the best rolling of certain delicate doughes and candies. Corian comes in several colors.
Corner-Time: Wanting to be true to Dr. Hyman's concept, we only use the term Time-Out for quiet contemplation. When we punish, we call that Corner-Time. The first time he experienced it following a spanking, Donny started to shuffle his feet in Punishment Corner once he stopped sniffling. Poor baby was bored! Corner-Time is supposed to be boring penitence. It is a time for deep honest contemplation of past misbehavior and consideration of ways to improve your own conduct. Donny will just have to get past boredom, because he will be spending a whole lot more time with his nose in Punishment Corner! Way too soon Donny whined, promised to be good, and everything else he thought I wanted to hear, just to win my forgiveness.
Don frequently makes me spend half an hour doing Corner-Time, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting on a small plastic nursery chair, but normally after a spanking I have to sit on Time-Out Stool. See Time-Out.
Corporal Punishment is a term that is no longer politically correct (PC). The currently popular euphemism "Physical Punishment or Discipline" is a system in which nearly all negative reinforcement involves infliction of pain to the naughty one to modify his behavior.
Crib, Adult: I suppose we could have side-rails made for our bed. I really don't like sleeping by myself. Given my druthers I want Don beside me. Several of our friends have big cribs made to fit twin extra long mattresses.
Crop, riding: a short whip with a leather loop, called a flag or flogger, instead of a lash. Although crops are made in a variety of styles and materials, the one I brandish as Mistress Angela is all black leather, even the round shaft is stiff braided leather. The best selection of horse whips, at the lowest prices, are found at equestrian supply stores rather than fetish boutiques.
Crop-Top, Punishment: Made from a tight Tee-shirt cut off, or cropped, so that it ends a couple of inches below the breasts, about the length of a sports bra. Way back in the old days, prior to iron-on transfers made with a computer, Haynes Tee-shirt software and a color ink-jet printer, the message was hand-lettered with a fabric permanent marker. It reads normally on the back, and in reverse on the front, so when the naughty one being punished looks in the mirror, the message is readable. Since even the transfer bleeds a bit when washed, as soon as practical after creation, new Punishment Crop-Tops are dyed bright pink.
Donny's message reads: "NAUGHTY DONNY GOT SPANKED" The one I'm required to wear most often reads: "NAUGHTY ANGELA GOT SPANKED" since my big baby fantasy is that my Daddy Don distracts me from misbehavior before he has to punish me. However, during a big baby vacation at an enchanted cottage with Missy, John, Peggy, Lance and another couple, as a craft project we all had to make Punishment Crop-Tops with our baby names on them, so I also have an old one reading: "BABY ANGEL GOT SPANKED."
Crying, Tears, Sobbing, Whimpering: I hardly ever actually cry when getting even a very hard punishment spanking. Maybe it's true that women have a higher pain tolerance. Or, it just could be that I've been spanked so often I'm used to the sensation and ritual. Certainly I have felt a million excruciating spanks with straps, whips and paddles. I freely admit until Labor Day, 1997, I'd only been spanked with a real hairbrush once. That "spanking" was mostly in fun at a B&D party, a very long time ago.
Donny never tried to be macho when OTK. At adult spankers parties most of the spankees are guys. The ones pretending to be brave always got spanked much harder, and they seemed to get less catharsis from the experience. Don has also observed that Lance whimpers when taken OTK and starts crying quietly from the first of Peggy's hard spanks and is bawling copious tears, wracked with sobs, before she marches him to do Corner-Time. Donny has admitted he considered trying to tough it out when Karen gave him the hand spanking, decided it wasn't worth it, so he has let his tears flow since then, yelping, whimpering, pleading like a naughty little boy trying to mitigate a deserved spanking.
D/S to me is the adult erotic Discipline and Submission scene, in which the excuse for punishment is always misbehavior by the submissive, bottom or pet. This is different from SM (=Slave and Mistress or Master) in which the punishment is applied because it pleases the dominant or top. To me the difference between B&D (=Bondage and Discipline) and D/S is that B&D uses bondage as part of punishment and training, while the DS scene does not use ropes and fitted restraint cuffs.
DÈcolletÈ means low-cut neckline deliberately showing-off the bosom to best advantage, and any support garment, such as bodice or up-lift bra, assisting that goal.
DEPEND: Very few big babies are thrilled by this brand. Obviously their designers try to make absorbent disposables as little like baby diapers as possible. I think the belted DEPEND was inspired by a loin cloth. All kidding aside, when circumstances require me to wear that kind of protection instead of a GoodNites, the belted DEPEND regular absorbency works for me. I do add a Doubler, which increases its capacity to more than the "extra" at a big savings.
At night in a motel, I start out wearing a GoodNites with Doubler inside a pair of small pink Softies plastic panties. If I wet more than usual early, I switch to a medium DEPEND fitted brief inside my plastic panties. Evenings, when I know I drank more coffee or tea than usual so it will be a heavy wetting night, I start out in the briefs. I also wear briefs, without the panties and with a Doubler under each rump cheek, whenever I ride horses.
I first put Donny in large DEPEND fitted briefs and tight pink plastic panties to hold in the heat from spanking. Since we never know when he'll be a naughty boy again, we keep a supply on hand. When he had the flu, I put him in disposables to avoid risk of his messing a Super Soft diaper. Donny didn't mind, because he could wear his own large yellow Softies plastic panties.
Diaper, Didee, Dipe as I use the term without the word "disposable" or another adjective means one made from cotton gauze. A prefold has a soaker panel made either from more gauze layers, polyester non-woven "sponge" or a combination. All our SoCal friends, Don and I believe the gauze Baby Heaven diapers are the best available. Don and I prefer the D101 Super Soft, which originally was called the "Curity-style" These have a relatively thin soaker. With good care, they last forever and get softer and more absorbent with age.
Diaper Bag: They have gotten bigger and fancier over the years. Nearly all include a changing pad. I notice most of the best selling styles do not proclaim their purpose. In 1991 we bought the first diaper bags we found that were intended to blend in with the bags carried to offices by working men and women who wear suits. In "DARLING BABY ANGEL" I carry a teal version of that bag. Since then diaper bags disguised as gym bags hit the market. So much soft luggage is available it isn't necessary to have adult diaper bags custom made. Since Christmas, 1997 we bought: a big plain teal dipe tote by Fisher-Price for less than $25; an even bigger navy blue dotted Swiss didee bag by Melissa for less than $35, at Toys-R-Us.
Diaper Days: In TRUE DIAPER TALES IV, DPF published Don's "Diaper Days" about the time when he was 8 years old, and sweet- talked into being spanked and returned to playtime and nighttime diapers with Playtex panties by Mrs. Virginia Woodward, the tallish redhead mother of his best friend Joel.
Diaper Doubler to me means the disposable product of Paragon Trade Brands sold by Sav-On and similar stores. These have no waterproof layer, so they absorb wetness from both sides and can return some urine slowly to surrounding cloth. They have a super absorbing gel middle and fabric-like outer layers that cling well to both cloth and disposable diapers. Because they lack any plastic layers, Diaper Doublers are landfill-friendly.
Adding one or two Doublers brings all the advantages of super absorbent gel to soak sudden floods of urine to comfy cloth dipes. When we prepare our standard diaper set, we start with a Super Soft adult diaper. For me the Doubler goes in the center of my crotch. For Donny the Doubler goes from 2" below the top of the front as far as it will reach into the crotch. On top of the Doubler goes the infant prefold, so it is between our skin and the Doubler. My prefold is centered front to back. Don's goes rearward from the inside top front as far as it goes in the crotch. His prefold is included in the front diaper part held by the didee pins.
Diaper, Infant-Size Prefold: We use these for a variety of purposes. For years we searched to find enough Gerber Diaper-Service-Grade Gauze Prefolds which cost nearly $2.00 each. Since those were rare, we settled for the ordinary Gerber Gauze prefolds, of which we must have over 6 dozen on hand. When Don accepted daily diapering, Target and Toys-R-Us were out of more gauze prefolds, so I reluctantly tried Gerber Birdseye-Weave instead.
Guess what? The new, improved Gerber Birdseye is not as stiff as the old Dundee product. The new fabric is somewhat waffle-like and almost sponge-like in softness when new. Since they are always stocked by our local Toys-R-Us for less than $1.00 each, currently we are using them exclusively as soakers to see how they withstand repeated use. Maybe they will prove wonderful for a long time.
Our standard diaper set starts with a Super Soft adult diaper. For me the Doubler goes in the center of my crotch. For Donny the Doubler goes from 2" or 3" below the top of the front as far as it will reach into the crotch. On top of the Doubler goes the infant prefold, so it is between our skin and the Doubler. My prefold is centered front to back. Don's goes rearward from the inside top front as far as it goes in the crotch. His prefold is included in the front diaper part held by the didee pins.
After cleaning my diaper/pubic region with a combination of baby wipes and wash rags, I dry-off with an infant prefold instead of a towel before applying baby lotion. Of course Donny gets dried the same way. Our newer gauze infant prefolds start off as the nursery towels until they get quite soft from repeated washings. To speed their aging, our new birdseye prefolds went directly to the stacker for use as soakers.
Diaper Pins: Don and I have tried many kinds of pins. I think the really big pins, such as blanket pins, cause unnecessary damage to diapers. Besides to me diaper pins have plastic heads. For years, I used the same Miss Piggy pins in virtually all my photos. Unfortunately like most novelty pins, those had flimsy wire that did not stay sharp. Probably the best conventional diaper pin was the beloved cat# 3002 from First Years. The wire was heavier and the pin was a quarter inch longer than most. Those have not been sold for years. We still routinely use 3002's purchased in 1992. The current First Years cat# 3000 diaper pins are way above average, are fairly priced and are sold by Toys-R-Us and Rite Aid.
I use the fine side of an emery board to sharpen didee pins. Lately they are dull right off the card. Remember a traditional Mommy Tip: Stick diaper pins into a bar of soap before using them. The soap lubricates the pin without soiling the diaper. CAUTION: If you hold your dipe pins in your mouth, like I do, be sure to wash them after every use and to only mouth the hinge end. Otherwise you might stick yourself and wash-out your mouth by accident! Trust this smart-mouth brat, avoid having your mouth washed-out.
Diaper Rash: Every parent, real or surrogate, knows what diaper rash looks like. All of us who wear and use diapers has experienced diaper rash. Prevention is better and more effective than treatment. Careful cleaning of the diaper region, especially after bowel movements (even in the toilet) and didee changes before urine turns to ammonia are the proven prevention methods we use.
However, once a rash has appeared, or the bottom is otherwise hurt, we use Pampers Rash Care baby wipes. These sure are better than applying Desitin or A&D.
Diaper Sets, Single, as I use the term, consist of the Baby Heaven Super Soft, with a Diaper Doubler and either a Gerber Diaper-Service-Grade Gauze infant prefold or Gerber Birdseye-Weave infant prefold as the soaker.
Diaper Set, double nighttime, for years to me meant an additional Super Soft over my normal diaper set that is stretched over the first and pinned less snugly. The trick is that the pins must never be on top of each other. Despite the slightly increased bulk, my pink small Softies plastic panties still fit.
However, Don and lots of our friends use this term when they place two or more Doublers in the soaker region. When Daddy Don first used two Doublers side-by-side in my crotch I was doubtful. After a few minutes I could not tell if there was one or two, they were that comfy. This set retained all my heavy nighttime wetting without a pre-dawn change, so it was even more effective than using two Super Softs. Although I am so used to the two Super Softs they don't disturb my sleep, I now find the two Doublers somewhat more comfy. Don prefers cuddling me in the thinner diaper set. So, today I rarely wear the twin Super Soft set.
Dishwashing Detergent: We use a non-scented mild generic product.
DPF: If I have to explain the best darn precious friends to you, then how come you're reading this Tale?
DPF Products: I use a lot of these, which I mention throughout this Tale. For more details, price and availability, please see your catalog and price list/order form.
DPF Videos: I star in two videos which we produced: "DARLING BABY ANGEL" (V-5) featuring me as a self-diapering big baby girl; and "ANGELA'S FANTASY" (V-6) in which I have a fantasy genie played by Elliott. Daddy Don and I are guests on Montel Williams which is part of "Five TV Talk Shows" (TVT). Although these are the only videos mentioned, all DPF's entertainment products are magnificent.
DV Cam is a new digital video format that makes magnificent audio and video recordings. Through the right connections, early last October we bought a new DV Cam format 3CCD digital video camcorder, Cannon's XL-1, which makes better pictures than a lot of big professional TV cameras. It uses the Mini DV videocassettes and has interchangeable lenses, but of course they are not compatible with the Canon LX-100 Hi8 lens series we already own.
Elocute is a legal word-of-art meaning to make a formal spoken statement, such as a confession of crime details, made under oath in open Court as part of a plea bargain, which occurs frequently on the TV series "Law and Order." Don and I each require the naughty one to elocute an admission of their misbehavior before a punishment spanking ends.
Epiphany: usually a sudden perception of the essential nature or meaning of something; an intuitive grasp of reality through something usually simple and striking. A couple of weeks before I met Don, I had the epiphany that beneath my adult/big girl exterior, at heart I am a big baby girl. The triggering event was when a guy asked me to wear a dish towel as a diaper.
Exposition: means explanation, especially dialogue in a script that does not advance the plot, but only explains something the author can't deal with in a more imaginative way. Expository dialogue nearly always sounds false, since the audience assumes the characters doing the talking would already know the information and therefore would not reasonably chat about it. In storytelling, exposition is not always avoidable. In writing exposition can be set in parentheses, brackets or italics.
Faux: means imitation or substitute, that is often photo-realistic enough for motion picture, TV or non-critical inspection. As a word-of-art in merchandising, Faux Pearls sounds better than "Glass Beads."
Filing cabinets, secure: My law firm provides my home office with two such filing cabinets that are approved by the Department of Defense as safes for storing secret documents. These have combination locks that can be changed when necessary. I have purchased additional identical filing cabinets for personal confidential videos and papers, such as DPF Newsletters and Roster and correspondence with big baby and other erotic friends.
Flogger, to me is the leather loop on the business end of a crop. However, as commonly used in the adult erotic discipline scene, a flogger is a whip with over 20 thongs or tails, a quarter to a half inch wide, between 12" and 24" long, made from limp, very soft leather like suede, attached to a wooden handle 6" to 9" long. Most sexy disciplinarians apply floggers fairly gently to the bare back rather than the bottom. Many submissives dig it, but I have never found that form of flogging arousing.
FM Pump is so significant in many adult erotic fantasy/fetish scenes that they are part of the basic "uniform." They are light, low shoes which slip on. Perhaps they have a narrow ankle strap, but usually they do not. Polished black smooth or faux alligator leather is the standard material. The heel must be more than 4" high, so in very small sizes a platform sole is needed. The toe is closed and pointed. FM is short for Fuck Me, which is the wish of many who wear FM shoes. If, instead of a light slip-on shoe, those characteristics are part of tall boots, then they are called FM boots.
GoodNites are the biggest youth disposable Pull-Up product of Kimberly- Clark Corporation (KCC). I wear the large size advertised for children over 65 pounds. They fit my 34" hips, 23" waist and 105 pounds very nicely. It took me a little practice to stretch them prior to use. When the pre-stretching is done right, GoodNites fit like a glove and are not noticed under adult clothing. Sometimes I add a single Diaper Doubler for extended capacity. If I am careful I can pull down my wet GoodNites, replace just the Doubler and pull the panty back into place without stepping out of it. Doing so avoids removing my shoes.
Googly is a cricket equivalent of a baseball curve or knuckle ball. It is bowled to break away from the batsman, although it appears to be headed inside.
Guava: According to textbooks, guava is the fruit of Psidium guajava, a small tree cultivated in tropical regions, especially Maui. We buy half gallon containers of Kern's Guava Nectar from local super markets. We dilute the nectar 1:1 with bottled water, making it the consistency of apple juice. Guava juice has no pulp. It flows well through conventional or cross-cut nipples. Hawaiians swear guava juice makes you smile with happiness. Try mixing 1 part each strawberry and guava nectar with 2 parts of water. All of us love that drink, which is sold in cans all over Hawaii.
Hairbrush to me is a brush that could actually be used for brushing hair without causing damage. I mention this because, except for Sassy Bottoms, all the other so-called spanking hairbrushes sold by various rip-off erotic vendors were actually designed for brushing clothing or taking baths.
Mind you, I still think being spanked with a hairbrush is more painful that arousing. There is a theory that too much of the wrong pain is anti-erotic. Our Sassy hairbrushes are beautiful objects. All the engraving is filled with clear finish, so the backs are as smooth as a baby's bare bottom. Sassy designed them with the back nearly flat which well-distributes the spanking force. Compared to most other hairbrushes, these create the least unpleasant sting. The support for the bristles is convex, so they actually can be used to brush hair! Sassy knows hairbrush spanking from both the administration and receiving end!
Heinie: slang for backside, or to be more formal, buttocks
Hi8 is an excellent format for even the highest-budget video production where the camcorder must be very small. For home use the advantage is a wonderful image and sound. Unfortunately the raw cassettes are pricey and do not work well when played back more than a few times. Our Cannon LX-100 Hi8 camcorder, with its several interchangeable lenses, was state-of-the-art when Don bought it in 1992. Many of the ground-level sequences in our DPF videos were shot with it. Today it is considered bulky and not very user-friendly, yet its video recordings are as good as it gets without going digital.
Through the right connections, early last October we bought a new DV Cam format 3CCD digital video camcorder, Cannon's XL-1, which makes even better pictures than a lot of big professional TV cameras. Its lenses interchange, but of course they are different than the other Canon LX-100 lenses. Bummer!
Highchair: A Spring Fling'93 participant gave us an infant highchair that has a wider than average seat, into which I fit comfortably. We also sometimes use Time-Out Stool as a highchair for visiting babies too big for the real one. Donny is not into being fed, but when necessary, he uses the stool. The first adult nursery highchair I ever saw is Tommy's. That is way cool. Peggy and Lance had their huge highchair made by a movie prop company. An elegant walnut or solid maple adult highchair will be the next addition to our nursery equipment.
High Heel to me means a heel between 3" and 4" tall. Above that I call them Ultra-High heels. Although all sorts of heel styles are available for shoes, I prefer stiletto heels when I want to feel sexy. At work and in Court I wear 3" or lower French or Louis heels that are robust and therefore easier on my feet.
Implement: Within the Adult Spanking scene, implement is the preferred word for an object used to administer Physical Punishment, especially when the device is designed just for spanking, such as a paddle, martinet, tawse, birch or thin rattan punishment cane. Since an especially large flat-back wooden hairbrush today is seldom used for actual brushing of hair, and is rarely sold in mainstream shops, special one, such as the Sassy Bottoms hairbrush, are considered an implement.
Jones might well have been a flower-child word. In my family, to "Jones" something means to covet or desire it to the point of obsession.
Ladies Spanker is a stiff all-leather paddle 1/4" thick, 13 1/4" long overall, that has nine 3/8" holes (to increase the sting) in a business end 4 1/2" 6 3/4" According to the sales blurb of The Naughty Victorian (the dealer who imported them) this is a modern version of a punishment implement first created for an exclusive girl's school in Scotland.
Lanai: In Hawaii a traditional lanai is a living room open in part to the outdoors. To me, a lanai is a patio, with a solid roof, with padded furniture. Next to our house the lanai roof is solid. Beyond that is a extension roof covered with dark, fine mesh. To provide privacy and protect against rain, we have bamboo roller screens that can be lowered or raised by remote control.
Lavatory or Lav: to me means a bathroom without a bath tub, even if it has a stall shower, such as the lav in our Master Bathroom. Sometimes a home rest room with just a toilet and basin is called a "half-bath." Modern building and plumbing codes discourage closets with just a toilet, although they can be approved after special appeal, such as Nursery Potty, because the hand-washing sink is immediately outside the door. Our hobby/workshop also has an approved toilet in a closet, with a sink right beside the room. This was "grandfather-claused" because when the pre-1900 mansion originally on the property had a dormitory in the stables for the groom. Our present attached garage is largely built on the old stable foundation. The workshop could be the garage stall furthest from the house.
Lawyer, corporate litigator: I specialize in handling lawsuits for corporations, not individuals. Because the only aspect of a given client's legal business I handle is litigation (lawsuits) in England I would be called a barrister.
Lipstick: In a more perfect world we could all look the way we want without effort. Meanwhile, it takes some time and supplies to look good without appearing to be made-up. Estee Lauder introduced Perfect Lipstick in 1987 just before I graduated from law school. For classes I wore no makeup, but for special occasions and B&D events I had a couple of tubes of generic drugstore dark red lipstick that cost a buck and a half. Missy knew those lipsticks dried out my lips, causing them to chap. So, she saved her babysitting money to give me, as my graduation present, a $12.50 Perfect Cherry (red #13). I still love that Perfect color and wear it frequently at work. It is just dark enough, in dim light, to pass B&D inspection. Perfect Lipstick actually conditions the lips. The only problem is it transfers to cups and kisses-off.
Dark red lips are way too big girl for my inner big baby self. Perfect Pink #11 is the right shade, but it gets all over nipples, Daddy Don, clothing and pillow cases. Until a few weeks ago, most of the time Daddy and I just had to make-do with the stains.
For years I've sought an ideal lipstick that stays put until I want to remove it, that looks natural and that doesn't crack my lips. Estee Lauder's Indelible Lipstick, introduced in late 1997, works well for me at work, but there is no babyish pink. In 1993 I wore Ultima Lipsexxxy Pink at Spring Fling and did not mess my nipples, but it is drying and feels like chalk when I apply it.
Mabelline's Great Wear Lipstick #80 Pure Pink has solved all my big baby lipstick problems, since Christmas'97.
Normally matte lipsticks, such as Lipsexxxy Reckless Red or Ultima II's Printout Red are drying. Sometimes I need a matte vivid red that stays put and lasts a long time. Revlon's Colorstay #55 Fire is the secret behind my Virginia Woodward lips. It feels very much like Perfect going on, is quite matte and really lasts.
MAM Classic Orthodontic and Ulti MAM are outstanding pacifiers, although I suggest they switch from latex to silicone nipples. Currently my favorite is the Ulti MAM because the extra ventilation holes and raised dots are so gentle to the skin around my mouth. Donny loves both MAMs equally. Instead of a typical ring, MAMs have a plastic button that fits in the MAM Pacifier Keeper, the best such product on the market. MAM products are imported from Austria and distributed by Sassy, Inc which is not associated with our friend Sassy Bottoms.
Martinet is a multi-thong whip especially popular in France, where they are sold openly, without embarrassment, in various sizes, in hardware stores along-side hammers and screwdrivers. For erotic use they usually have six to ten thongs about 1/4" wide about 8" long made from very supple, soft leather. Used sensually, a martinet can be very arousing.
Misfeasance, Malfeasance and Nonfeasance are related concepts that apply only to actual public officers or those operating under "color of authority" such as a Big Babysitter. Misfeasance is the performance of an otherwise approved, legal action in an illegal, improper or inappropriate manner. Malfeasance is wrongdoing that is at least unwarranted and/or would never be legal under any circumstances. Nonfeasance is omission or failure to do what ought to be done, such as providing minimum standards of humane care.
Neosporin Ointment is the effective antibacterial for use on the skin that we prefer. It is in the first-aid section of most drug stores.
Nipple: I avoid latex nursing nipples, and I'm not fond of the similar rubber Evenflo uses for their orange juice nipple. What I love are clear silicone regular shape and size 6 month or older style nipples that are firm. The discontinued PUR are my favorite and I not only Jones them, I admit I Bogart my dwindling supply of PUR nipples.
Since we carefully cross-cut our juice nipples anyway, I find the Evenflo clear silicon nipples that come with Angled Nursers to be as good as the limper silicon nipples get. To me the two worst silicon nipples are Johnson's Healthflow which warn they will not withstand being cleaned with a brush because of tearing risk and Playtex which warn they must not be washed in a dishwasher, boiled or steam sterilized.
Nipples must be cleaned after use, which requires brushing the inside and sponging the outside with mild detergent, then rinsing in water 140F or hotter.
If more than one baby will share a supply of nipples, they must be sterilized. Anyone who has a practical way of keeping separate the nipples used by more than one baby, and tells me immediately will be my friend for life.
Although we don't routinely sterilize our nursing bottles, all our nipples go through a Gerber Electric Bottle and Nipple Sterilizer after each use. We sterilize a big supply of nursers when ever we expect guest babies and all used bottles after they leave.
Nursery Potty: the small room, about the size of a closet, between Punishment Corner II and Nursery, equipped with a hospital-style toilet with attached rinse hose. Because neither Angela nor Don deliberately poops their didees, the hose is rarely needed, but the potty gets a lot of use.
Nursery Refrigerator, Sub Zero: is made of stainless, is silent and large enough to hold all the milk and juices needed in Nursery, but to save space it does not have a freezer. The 48" Sub Zero in the kitchen has through-the-door chilled water and ice. However, for more substantial quantities of ice, there is a small Scotsman Ice Maker in the pantry.
Nursing Chair is a recliner that glides, not rocks, and is upholstered in a very soft pink and white striped fabric. My nursing chair differs from standard reclining gliders in that the left side arm is very short, so that I can sit with my legs off to the left side as well as to the front. When Daddy Don sits in Nursing Chair to cuddle me, my legs are not restricted as I put my arms around his neck to kiss him in a precocious way. The back is taller than average, with side extensions copied from classic upholstered wing-back chairs. Napping in Nursing Chair is very peaceful. With its matching adjustable gliding Ottoman and rolling adjustable over-chair reading table, it is a comfy place to read for long periods.
Onesies: Many infant onesies have snaps along the crotch seam, probably because that is the least expensive way to do the sewing. Most of the commercial adult onesies follow that pattern. At Spring Fling'93 the big baby/clothing designer Dave H showed us the onesies he created with a back flap long enough that after it is pulled between the legs, it snaps to the front a couple of inches below the waist. Dave cleverly designed them so the side snaps are in the vicinity of the diaper pins. This feature makes both assisted and self-dressing so much easier.
Missy improved Dave's concept by putting the female part of the snaps on the front in a slightly curved line, so the middle is stretched just a tad. Thus an big baby who can pin her own didees will have no trouble snapping her own onesies. Of course babysitters also appreciate the better access. Missy makes the onesies all of us like best in a variety of all-cotton stretch jersey ranging from Tee-shirt to sweatshirt weight.
OTK means Over The Knee spanking. Although an OTK spanking might start out over clothing, especially if it is erotic foreplay, almost always eventually the bare bottom will feel sharp, stinging spanks.
Paci is short for pacifier, Binkie or the English "dummy." Currently my favorite is the Ulti MAM because the extra ventilation holes and raised dots are so gentle to the skin around my mouth.
Pacifier Keeper or Leash: Absolutely the best on the market is the MAM Paci Keeper, with a plastic double ring that fits around their paci button and a clear sliding clip which attaches to Baby's clothing near the shoulder or collar. We have used hot melt glue to permanently fasten the plastic rings to the backs of various remote controls, so when clipped to the bottom sheet they are retained within reach by MAM Keepers.
Pacifier Thermometer, is made my WeeCare and sold by many Sav-On stores. Pop one in your mouth, suck it until the beep sounds and your temperature will be displayed digitally accurately within government and medical standards. The instructions urge that Baby be cuddled while her temp is being taken and I'm all for cuddling!
Pager, Nation-wide is an alpha-numeric service my law firm leases from Skytel.
Pager codes: My personal codes are based on two letters and their place in the alphabet. For example, 142 means Naughty Boy. N is the 14th letter, B is the 2nd.
012=Love You
013=Miss You
072=Good Boy
077=Good Girl
147=Naughty Girl
163=Time-Out (for Punishment Corner)
316=Spanking, is tricky, since SP should be 1916, which is one digit too many. =Corporal Punishment, which works for me because spanking is the only form of CP we use.
320=Corner-Time
Persona: means the social front or facade an individual assumes to depict to the world at large (or a select audience) the role she is playing at the moment. The plural, personae, also is the technical term for the characters in a play or movie. As I use persona it is similar to the ego of analytical psychology per Carl Gustav Jung and contrasts with anima. If the only way to keep Donny in bed until he was rested was strict supervision, then I would just have to suck-it-in and bring my Mistress Angela persona and wardrobe out of retirement.
Physical Discipline or Physical Punishment is the currently popular euphemism for what used to be called "Corporal Punishment" and is a system in which nearly all negative reinforcement involves infliction of pain to the naughty one to modify her behavior.
Plastic Panties: I've tried many styles, some of which I love and others that do nothing for my fantasy. Because each of us has very specific fantasies, DPF will need to offer so many kinds of panties, rubber, latex, coated nylon and vinyl. Currently my favorite plastic panties are small pink DPF P303 "Softies" When I wear two Super Soft diapers, I use pink medium Softies. Don wears yellow large Softies.
Playpens, called "safe side yards" in the juvenile merchandise business, are convenient for harried parents, and babysitters, as a place in which to confine a baby briefly. Of course, no baby should be left totally unattended when awake since, unfortunately, horrible accidents can happen in even the best designed and built playpens. Some of the larger infant playpens are popular with big babies. Jean Davis had a platform made of her toddler playpen which fitted under the original floor, yet was hidden, while providing support for adult weight.
At a swap meet, my co-star in the DPF video V-6 "ANGELA'S FANTASY" found a naugahide-covered flat cushion from an old couch that just filled the center of the space between their playpen's and the actual floor. That is how I support the floor of my own playpen when I use it. More often, however, it stays in the storeroom between Playspace II and the guest bedroom. Peggy and Lance have an adult playpen they really like. Missy and John keep their playpen set up (with a support cushion) in their nursery.
PlayPen is a publication of Infantae Press of Seattle. I am so lucky that the night my date asked me to put on a fetish diaper, which turned out to be a thin dish towel that didn't ring my bells, he had a copy of PlayPen #11 on his coffee table. That issue was mostly written by Jean Davis. Don contributed an article about his involvement helping Jean by playing her Daddy-figure. Don also typeset that and several other issues of PlayPen. At least my date gave me his copy, which I still treasure. It told me all about Daddy Don and his address. It did not say that Jean had subsequently died, but thank God I discovered her obituary on a computer bulletin board before I made a complete ass of myself. That issue also has a column by Baby Jenny, who agreed with Don and Jean that DPF is the best darn club.
Pump is a category of light-weight low shoe that slips on and is held in place by the design of the toe and heel (in this case meaning the back of the shoe). Most ladies dress shoes are pumps. The traditional mens dancing shoes worn with tailcoats are also pumps. If a shoe has a closed heel and a narrow ankle strap, technically it is still a pump. But, if the heel is open, it is correctly called a slipper.
PUR, pronounced "pure" was, I believe, the first popular brand of silicone nipples. PUR were thicker and stiffer than competitive brands of similar style. Don and I prefer: the Regular Baby Medium-Flow for water and very thin apple juice; and Regular Toddler Fast-Flow for thicker fluids.
We can successfully modify the Fast-Flow (or even other brands of silicon nipples) with careful, subtle cross-cutting to better clear pulp from strawberry or orange juice. When done correctly, cross-cutting does not increase flow rate for normal suckling, but when a bit of pulp obstructs the hole, a slight bite opens the cross-cut, allowing the pulp to pass. PUR nipples were also available in Orthodontic style. Missy and Lance really like those. To each her own!
Unfortunately Playskool stopped importing PUR nipples in December, 1996. By now they have virtually disappeared from stores. However, the actual manufacturer in Thailand is still in business, so maybe another importer will sell PUR nipples in America. Through the Thailand Consulate (just down the street from Don's Hollywood typesetting office) I am "reaching-out" to the manufacturer.
Rash-Care: When a diaper rash starts, or the bottom is otherwise hurt, we use Pampers Rash Care baby wipes, after a careful cleaning. These sure are better than applying Desitin or A&D! They come 78 to the tub at about a cent more each than Pampers Aloe Wipes, which is less than Desitin and way more convenient.
Reinforcement, Negative: is a euphemism popular with "behavior-modifiers" and others who don't mind using pain as punishment, but are squeamish about saying words like: beating; paddling; whipping; spanking. When these misguided fools decide to substitute punishment that does not involve hitting, they tend to use a corrupted and frequently harmful form of isolation they miss-call time-out. When Dr. Irwin Hyman proposed Time-Out he and his graduate students made it clear this was to be a period of quiet time for the naughty person, not a punishment.
Reinforcement, Positive: should not be a bribe, but correctly is praise, given generously and genuinely to encourage desired behavior. Although Don can spank very hard, he goes the last mile with positive reinforcement. As Daddy Don he is more successful helping Baby Angel achieve self-discipline with positive reinforcement (and by anticipating her misbehavior) than Don is with Adult Angela, who laps up praise, then keeps on misbehaving until she gets spanked.
Rump: slang for backside, or to be more formal, buttocks
S/M to me is the adult erotic Slave and Mistress or Master scene, in which the punishment is applied because it pleases the dominant or top. This is different from B&D (=Bondage and Discipline) and DS (=Discipline and Submission) in which the excuse for punishment is always misbehavior by the submissive, bottom or pet. To me the difference between DS and B&D is that B&D uses bondage as part of punishment and training, while the DS scene does not use ropes and fitted restraint cuffs.
Sassy Bottoms is the creator, editor, illustrator and publisher of "Domestic Discipline Digest" the best of the thinking-person's adult spanking publications. For years Don set all her type and wrote many stories for her. After years of frustration Sassy found an obscure brush manufacturer willing to make a beautiful actual hairbrush that is somewhat larger than most wooden antiques, so it works in adult reflective fantasies. Because Sassy often gets hairbrush spankings from her husband, she was very specific that the backs be smooth and absolutely flat. When correctly used, a Sassy Hairbrush feels identical to the wood side of an HBR-11, at about 1/3 the cost.
Scented Oil, Massage: Possibly hippy oils are sold in mainstream places now that head-shops are passÈ. Since we live within frequent driving distance of the main branch of Pleasure Chest in West Hollywood, CA, and we check-out their discipline scene and other fetish stuff often, that is where we buy the rubbing oils I adore.
Simmons Electric Adjustable Beautyrest Bed are a godsend to those suffering from hurtful backs. For more details, see a local dealer.
Soap Wafers were sold by The Naughty Victorian. They might still be available elsewhere. Perhaps they had some legitimate purpose, but they were sold for washing-out smart mouths that used naughty words, which is a common Victorian practice. Someone sent me a sample. I was curious, but the first time I tried to wash my own mouth, I chickened-out. Daddy Don was very reluctant to help, but after I used several really taboo words, he cuffed my hands together behind my back, held me leaning forward over the bathroom basin, and put a soap wafer in my mouth. When I spat it out, I got a smack on my rump. Daddy picked up the wafer, rinsed it (which made it soapier), re-inserted it and held my mouth shut until I thought I would choke or puke. Once was enough for me!
One time when John was on Marine deployment, Missy and I visited our Mom. In front of my niece, her daughter, Missy had an argument with one of our brothers, using foul language. Mom looked disappointed, but otherwise ignored the matter. Late that evening a woebegone Missy presented herself at our home for punishment. John had told her to ask me to give her a sound spanking and then to wash-out her mouth. I love Missy, so spanking her caused me no problem. She's bigger than me, but she never strugglesóI've had to spank her several times before. However, knowing just how awful the soap treatment is from personal experience when I wasn't really being punished, I suggested Missy skip that.
When she said she would take her punishment, I had Missy try a sample lick of a soap wafer. She started to tear, but bravely put her hands behind her back. I restrained her with padded leather bondage cuffs, slipped the wafer into her mouth and immediately held it closed for a long, full minute. Missy was bawling when I let her spit out the soap. Since that punishment in 1996, I've never heard Missy swear in front of children or our Mom!
Solarcaine Spray and/or Lotion: Both are a medicated combination of antiseptic and anesthetic that is useful for treatment of sun burn, chapped skin, cuts, scrapes, blisters and insect bites. We always have a small can of the spray in our diaper bags. In the first aid section of drug stores.
Spanking in the adult erotic sense stops well short of doing significant damage, and is normally administered while the spankee is across the lap with either typical implements or very small versions of harsh ones. Spanking can be administered with the bare hand, which hurts a whole lot when done by an experienced disciplinarian. Spanking is also an acceptable term for mild bend-over swatting with the hand, hairbrush or small paddle.
Spanking Chair is one of six old government side chairs Don purchased from a used office equipment firm in 1987. It is made of oak, has a straight back, no arms and a solid seat. No attempt has been made to remove the scrapes, scratches and patina of age.
Spanking, Safe Zone: Spanks should not land: higher than one inch below the summit of the buttocks; more than six inches below the thigh/butt junction; further forward than an inch behind the midline of the sides; never in the butt crack. Within those boundaries is the Safe Spanking Zone.
Spankin' Paddle, is similar to the Baby Paddle which used to be sold by DPF. They are a product of the Spankin' Paddle Company, made from either half-inch thick birch plywood or solid birch. The unique feature is the thick, soft neoprene "Loving Touch" pad bonded to one side. Spankin' Paddles are used "When that loving touch needs to be just a little bit firmer." Although S.P. Company makes many shapes and sizes, the Spankin' Paddles Don and I use are: the model HBR-11, which was designed to be similar in size and shape to fetish wooden hairbrushes; the model LP-10 which easily fits in an attachÈ case, purse or didee bag; the model CH-15 which is ideal for school-style bend-over paddling.
Of course real hairbrushes were never as large as remembered by adults thinking back to childhood, which is why 50,000 HBR-11's have been sold. The impact is spread evenly over a large area, unlike most real hairbrushes with slightly convex backs that concentrate the force into an area smaller than a dime. Many adult spanking fans share my opinion that the HBR-11, used in moderation, is the ideal implement for moderate erotic sessions.
Special Hanger, Plastic: These are modified by sawing out the section connecting to the outside of the hook, so that the remaining bar can be run from one plastic panties' leg hole to the other. This allows them to dry with the waist downward, so water from the inside does not puddle in the crotch. We start drying plastic panties this way with them turned right-side out. After about 20 minutes enough water has evaporated from the outside that they can be turned inside-out and put on a conventional plastic hanger with the waist up to finish air drying away from forced heat or sunlight. In this way the waist elastic dries faster.
Spike Heels are over 3" and taper to its thinnest "waist" 1/3 of the way up from the tip. A very common design, especially in the early 1960's, to me the flaw is that waist which renders spike heels fragile.
Spotlight, Pin: At my old condo, track lighting was already installed, so all I had to do was buy a narrow-beam bulb and point that fixture in the right way. When we rebuilt our new home, we removed most of the ceilings in the master wing, to make the rooms seem much higher by exposing the roof trusses. This also gave us space to install larger light fixtures, similar to theatrical framing spots, that allow better control of the light beam. A pair of these pin spots are located on opposite sides of Punishment Corner and are wired to the same dimmer. The brightest part of the light beam is focused at heinie level. One down-pointed pin spot per side lets either or both of us read in bed without unduly disturbing the other. I also have a similar light fixture over my nursing chair. All are on remotely controlled dimmers.
Stiletto Heels are over 3" and continuously taper so the tip is the smallest part. When correctly designed, the tip of a very good stiletto heel is surprisingly large, yet appears delicate. Quality pumps with stiletto heels are quite comfortable and robust.
Stockings, Seamed and/or Thigh-High: In historic times, thin tights, hose or stockings could not be made without a seam, which conventionally ran up the rear of the leg. When Nylon was perfected and popularized as the stocking material of popular choice shortly before WWII, automatic high-speed knitting machines could at last mass produce stockings without seams. However, until well into the 1960's, most women wanted seams, because visible seams help fool the eye into assuming the leg is more shapely than it actually is.
Certainly I accept that theory. When I want to call attention to my legs, such as at an adult spankers party, I always wear dark brown or black seamed stockings made of either silk or a nylon blend. At work and in Court I generally wear non-seamed hose.
When worn during a spanking, the fit of stockings is quite important. They should be selected so as to leave exactly 6" of rear upper thigh exposed below the junction with the buttocks. Although I buy most of my hose from a variety of shops, because of the special fitting, I go to Trashy Lingerie Boutique of West Hollywood for my spanking stockings.
Conventional, traditional stockings have a thicker portion, called the welt, at the top which attaches to adjustable garters (in England called suspenders) with garter clips. Those garters can be supported by a special belt, in which case the garment is called a garter belt, or from a body shaping garment, as in girdle. Obviously garters make wearing diapers difficult. If they are worn inside the panties they wick-out wetness, which defeats the basic purpose of diapers, which is to prevent wetting the outside world. Garters outside panties need to be unfastened to change the diaper.
Don't even get me started on pantyhose! The Devil's invention.
The logical compromise is self-gartered thigh-high hose or stockings. For those of us with legs shaped to hold them in place, which requires slightly squishy, non-athletic upper thighs, these are a godsend. Many pictures of me wearing thigh-high sheer beige stockings and plastic panties over pinned diapers or Babykins have been published by DPF. I can slide plastic panties up or down, to put them on or get them just far enough out of the way so I can use a toilet. If I need to replace a GoodNites, I can do so, often without removing my pumps. Now that thigh-highs are increasingly popular, they come in many colors and with seams.
Strap: Soft, supple leather straps that are not too heavy can be very sexy. Many of us like them. Longer, stiffer, heavier leather or rubber straps can be very painful. All flexible straps are difficult to control, so any disciplinarian who uses straps needs constant practice. Except for very short straps, they don't work OTK.
Strap, Canadian Standard Dominion School: Canada, like most developed nations except the USA, has virtually eliminated physical punishment in government supported schools. These straps are now sold by special firms. They are dark gray or black, rubber with rough canvas laminated to the outer surfaces, about an inch and a half wide and eighteen inches long. In schools they were mostly applied to the up-turned palms, hardly ever to the thighs or buttocks. Of course, School Straps were sold for use in families, where they were used on the bottoms quite generally.
Some Australian school districts used similar rubber and canvas straps (either in addition to or instead of flexible rattan canes) until the mid-1980's, at which time new laws nearly eliminated physical punishment in their schools.
Strawberry Blond describes a woman of blond complexion and yellowish red hair. In my case the proportion of red to yellow varies with exposure to the sun and how recently I had an appointment with my hairdresser.
Strawberry juice or nectar: We love Kern's full-strength in a cup or glass and diluted 1:1 with bottled water in baby bottles. Strawberry juice always has some tiny particles of hard pulp or seeds which clog even toddler fast flow nipples. To clear these particles we gently cross-cut PUR nipples. Don really loves a strawberry/guava mixture.
Strawberry shake "formula" I suckle as a special treat, since actual infant formula doesn't agree with me. At first we bought strawberry shakes from Burger King and let them settle to formula consistency. During Spring Fling'93 I learned that adding Nestle Strawberry Quick to milk is wonderful, it is ready to suckle as soon as it is warmed and the consistency can be altered at will.
Switchable in the adult erotic discipline scene means a person who can be dominant in some circumstances and submissive in others.
Tawse is a medium to heavy strap with the business end cut to form two or three "fingers" about 1" or 1º" wide and 4" to 8" long. Sometimes a big tawse will have a wooden handle, but normally there is a slight recess to better fit the hand. Without a handle, in the South these are sometimes called "Split-Tails." In the old days in Scottish schools the tawse was almost always applied only to the hands, but in families they were also used on the bottom and upper thighs.
Thermometer: Vaseline, KY Jelly and a traditional mercury/glass bulb rectal thermometer still have their place in actual sick rooms, as well as in nasty nursery games. One available modern alternative, sold in up-scale shops, is the Braun digital thermometer that stick in the ear.
Missy thinks the Brauns are wonderful. She uses one on John and their daughter. He uses it on her. The reading is very fast. However, doctors warn that the most medically significant temperature is in the rectum. When discussing potential fever, it is necessary to say how and where the temperature was taken.
For some reason I don't like having a device stuck in my delicate ear. Since I want a long cuddle when I'm feeling puny, I vote for the Pacifier Thermometer!
Another clever thermometer is built into a floating plastic ducky to be sure Baby's bath water is the right temperature.
Thigh/Buttocks Junction: Spanks administered there are felt a very long time after any marks fade because that area gets rubbed while walking and sitting.
Thigh-high is a self-gartered stocking or hose that makes wearing diapers and plastic panties under adult clothing discreet and practical.
Time-Out is a "logical consequence" originally popularized by Dr. Irwin Hyman of Temple University. Although Dr. Hyman always advocates using Time-Out to relieve stress and give the naughty child a chance to think about better behavior, most people think of this as simply an alternative punishment. More effective parenting is to use Time-Out as a chance for deep honest contemplation of past misbehavior and consideration of ways to improve your own conduct. Wanting to be true to Dr. Hyman's concept, we only use the term Time-Out for quiet contemplation. When we punish, we call that Corner Tme, which is supposed to be boringóDonny will just have to get past boredom, because he will be spending a whole lot more time with his nose in Punishment Corner! He frequently makes me spend half an hour doing CornerTimet, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting on a small plastic nursery chair, but normally after a spanking I have to sit on Time-Out Stool.
Time-Out Stool: Sitting in Punishment Corner on Time-Out Stool with a freshly spanked bottom is no darn fun! Jean Davis had seen a tall wooden rigid stool, with a slightly curved back, and painted baby blue, in a Nu-West adult spanking video and spent months in 1987 looking for one. At a store that was going out of business, she found Time-Out Stool, which was originally intended as a home bar stool. Made of faux maple, it has flared round tapered legs, a single horizontal rail, flat back and a dreadfully uncomfortable seat, which is why it is so effective. It is stored in Punishment Corner II, next to Nursery Potty.
Tippy cup is my term for any cup or glass designed to help reduce mess when teaching a baby or toddler to feed herself. I believe this is still a trade name for a particular product, but it has spread so as to be generic due to a lack of proper diligence on the part of that manufacturer's intellectual property attorneys.
Tommy The Time-Out Teacher is a plastic spring-wound timer, shaped like an old-fashioned alarm clock, with a face that turns sad when a Time-Out up to 19 minutes is set. As the bell rings, indicating Time-Out is over, Tommy's face smiles. I bought ours at Sav-On, where it was displayed near the hairbrushes!
Toy, when used by an Adult Spanker, is a euphemism for IMPLEMENT, especially when talking about the less common, very harsh implements, such as flogger, martinet, birch or thin cane.
Transfers, Tee-Shirt Iron-On: Several companies, including Avery, make this special paper for use with ink jet or laser color printers. Our color printer is an Epson Stylus Color 800, which is also efficient and effective outputting black text at 360dpi high speed, or 1440dpi if you need the quality and have the time. We use the Haynes Tee-Shirt software, which makes reversing the printing, after viewing it correct-reading on the monitor, very easy. That makes the image on the shirt look normal. Of course, for Punishment Crop-Tops the front message is reversed. Haynes thought of that, because often bumper stickers and car signs are reversed so the message is readable in rear-view mirrors.
Tush, Tushie: slang for backside, or to be more formal, buttocks
Ultra-High Heels to me are any significantly taller than 4" above which, due to the moderate size of my feet, I require platform soles. Ultra-high heels cause lots of foot, leg and ankle damage. I don't see the point, but they are a fetish of many, many wonderful folks.
Umbrage means offense taken (or given); resentful displeasure. I describe my state of being really pissed-off as "High Umbrage."
Vanity Makeup Table: I purchased this at a Paramount Studios surplus sale. It was built for use on location, with light bulbs around the mirror. All it needed was minor repairs, cleaning and some paint.
Wash Rags: After initial cleaning with baby wipes, I use a small conventional terry wash rag wet with warm water with a little aloe liquid hand soap. That gets rinsed with another warm wet wash rag, both of which go into the diaper pail after a single use. Yes, we do own a lot of inexpensive wash rags. We buy these by the bale at swap meets and discount stores like Pic-N-Save and 99 Cent Only. To avoid confusion and potential contamination, all our regular wash rags are Royal Velvet bought from Strouds in vivid solid colors so we know who used which one. Mine are dark pink, Don's are blue and each guest bathroom as a distinctive color.
Waterproof pads: For years, since puberty when I started dribbling some urine at night, I have considered the Dundee waterproof pad standard bedding equipment. These consist of a layer of rubber with flannel laminated to both surfaces. The flannel absorbs minor leaks, reduces noise and also keeps the pad from sliding around too much on the mattress.
Lately I have not found genuine Dundee waterproof pads, which used to come in a size, bigger than crib standard, called "youth bed" which I used. Today I buy generic knock-off crib-size pads from Baby Express infant shops, not Toys-R-Us or Target.
Forever Children makes a twin-bed size fitted waterproof pad that has a crinklely plastic sheet covered with a quilted pad similar in appearance to a conventional mattress pad. Of course the tell-tale giveaway is that distinctive crinkling sound, letting anyone within ear-shot know a bedwetter sleeps there. That does not embarrass me, since my wetting is hardly a secret. At first it sure did cause Donny to blush like an embarrassed child. He always accepted the fact that my side of the bed made noise. Now it is obvious both occupants of the bed wet.
Waterproof Panties: Besides vinyl plastic panties, this category would include coated nylon, such as Rubber Duckies, latex and rubber. I'm told DPF sells the best currently available, the P321 Rubber Pants. I've tried various brands and styles of rubber and latex pants. They don't rock my boat. Don does vaguely remember Playtex panties from 1942, but his fantasy does not require he actually wear thin molded latex panties, so long as what he's wearing feels and stretches enough that they function like a Playtex panty. To Don, the P303 Softies do ring his chimes.
WonderBra: At one time I could get away wearing just a camisole even at work. My breasts are small. Renaissance costumes feature up-lift bodices, but they are hardly practical in modern times. Traditional up-lift under-wire bras to me were way uncomfortable and they did not really give me dÈcolletÈ. Except when I'm a bra-less big baby girl, most of the time I wear comfy bras that do not enhance my sex appeal. When I want to show off, I start with a black WonderBra!
Woodward, Mrs Virginia and Joel: In TRUE DIAPER TALES IV, DPF published Don's "Diaper Days" about the time when he was 8 years old, and sweet-talked into being spanked and returned to playtime and nighttime diapers with Playtex panties by Mrs. Virginia Woodward, the tallish redhead mother of his best friend Joel.