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 yo