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The way things have been going lately, the threat of diapers has been figuring into private playtime more than actual diapers! A heavier focus on discipline has left diapers in the background so they’re still in play, just not the main focus and I’m actually really enjoying it, although I certainly hope things don’t stay this way forever.

After the week in diapers, I sat down wtih E and we went through all of my panties and threw out the ones he couldn’t stand, then divided what was left into two categories: tolerable and desirable. I keep my panties in my top bureau drawer, folded in two little nylon box things I got from Ikea, so we put the tolerable panties on the left side of my panty drawer and the desirable ones on the right, so that now I really have to think about which panties I’m going for in the morning. Do I want to be a tolerable little girl or a desirable little girl? More often than not I only want to be tolerable and here’s why:

If I’m wearing cute panties, I’m going to stay in those panties. E will be pleased with me and won’t bother changing me and, while he may slide his hand up my skirt (I rarely wear pants) every now and then to cop a feel of my cute panties, it rarely leads to anything. However, if I’m only wearing tolerable panties and E checks me–especially if I’ve done something wrong–I get hauled off to the bedroom for some punishment which usually involves some erotic embarrassment, spanking, and diapering. So, really, wearing my gross granny panties is more of a come on than wearing my frilly, lacy little ruffled panties. Sometimes, if E is really pissed that I’ve worn something less than appealing, he’ll even cut the panties off of me (there are scissors by the bed). Last time he hung them around my neck and made me wear them like that for almost an hour! And of course the whole time, he’s telling me that if I continue being a bad girl he’s going to throw away all my panties and it will be nothing but diapers. Sometimes he pushes my face into one and tells me to smell it. (What do they do to the plastic to make it smell so good? Nothing else quite smells like that. I love it!)

Granny panties

After being dressed down for wearing the wrong panties, I usually get a spanking, having to waddle across the room wearing my panties around my knees to fetch a hairbrush if E isn’t wearing his belt. I like doing this because there’s a mirror on the closet, so I not only get to see myself walking across the room like that, but I can see E behind me either checking out my ass, stroking his cock, or just thinking about what he’s going to do to me next. It’s super hot! And the spanking isn’t too bad either. It doesn’t happen every time, but I’ve had orgasms from just being spanked before, especially if its an OTK spanking. I think that the position is just better and it feels more intimate, though I also like being told to put my palms on a mattress and stick my butt out. It’s wonderful

By the time the spanking is over, E is usually unable to keep his head in the game any longer and will just push me off of his lap and just push his cock right in, since by this time, I’m usually soaking wet. And if I’m in the palms-on-the-mattress position, he doesn’t even have to do that. He just grabs my hips. Sometimes he’ll make me crawl across the room again to get a diaper to fuck me on, but that’s rare. I prefer sex on a freshly wet diaper to a dry one anyway.

I usually am only put into a diaper after sex. E likes to know that I’m wearing a diaper filled with his cum. I’m not sure why since, as a guy, he’s not horny after we’ve been together, but I enjoy wearing a cummy diaper on my freshly spanked bottom, so I don’t fight it. But even if he’s feeling lazy or disinterested afterward, it’s almost more the threat of diapers that really excites me.

J and I went shopping at the mall again. It was pretty fun. I met him at his hotel room where he answered the door wearing nothing but a soaked diaper and his shirt. I got him changed, clipped a pacifier to his shirt (under his jacket), and we left. I didn’t make him drink a bottle this time, though. I did take him around to a few baby clothes stores and pick out little outfits that would be cute, holding them up and making a fuss over him. I bought a few new dresses, some stockings, and jewelry. He padded along like a good boy and held my hand. If he wasn’t made to hold my hand, he had a tendency to wander off. Not too far, but I like to keep tabs on him. I don’t think he’d remove his diaper without permission or anything. It’s just the principle of the thing.

He’s switched to AB Universe diapers. It seems they’re becoming more popular than Bambinos. I like them both, slightly prefering ABUs for boys and Bambino for girls. I brought both Bambinos and ABUs along in the diaper bag and would ask him to pick a number to decide which kind he was going to wear next.

Once I was done shopping, we went back to J’s hotel room. I usually really prefer incall sessions, but his hotel was right next to the mall and I needed to bring the diaper bag anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. J had been a rather bad boy: he didn’t tell me when he was wetting his diaper not once but TWICE. He also ignored the rule about not talking when he had a pacifier in his mouth. A lot of people are pretty bad about that one, but it’s no excuse. There are so few rules in the nursery and I expect at least that one to be obeyed. It’s not hard or anything. It just takes a little getting used to.

So, I told J to go stand in the corner in the hall outside his hotel room. He said no.

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Usually when someone says they don’t want to do something, I just move on, but I felt like this was a little ridiculous. I reminded J that I would never ask someone to do something that I haven’t done myself and got my dress back on (I’d stripped down to my slip; I hate getting baby powder all over everything all the time!) and took him out into the hall and pushed his nose into the corner. I stood there with him, talking to him and periodically pushing him back into place. When he’d been in the corner for long enough, I took him back to the hotel room and explained that if I hadn’t gone out with him I would have been standing in the doorway watching him and, if anyone had come along (no one did), he could have easily pretended to be on his cell phone.

The rest of our time together was spent playing and resulted in one burst diaper which went pretty much everywhere. Upon our return to the hotel room, we also found the note below, posted with J’s permission. Evidently I forgot to throw away the diaper I changed J out of when I got there! Oops! Not sure why the staff thought we’d want a used diaper, though. Maybe they were being passive agressive. Or maybe they know how expensive a quality AB diaper is.

Translation (I couldn’t read it at first): Mr. Smith We are sorry. Pamper on n/stand did not remove. if you wanted discard pls. call Hskp thanks. Olga

The story of Hailey and Peter continued…

Hailey blushed and pulled Peter towards the car, eager to get in and hide their purchases, but Peter took his time, seeming to enjoy her desperation. He pulled back against her hand and laughed when she tugged outright. But he couldn’t make the walk last forever and eventually they were at the car. But instead of unlocking her door and dumping the bag in the back, Peter opened the back door and ushered her inside.

Hailey stepped in, but only so that they could leave as quickly as possible. “I don’t want to sit in the back!” she whined.

“I know.” He had pulled the diapers out of the bag and dropped them onto the seat next to her. Now he was ripping the packaging off of the pacifier and hooking it up to its clip.

Hailey’s face felt like it was on fire as she realized that he meant to diaper right there in the parking lot in broad daylight, with Rachel possibly waltzing out at any minute. “Not here! We’ll do it at home, okay?”

Instead of answering, Peter just clipped the strap to Hailey’s tank top and popped the soft plastic into her mouth, silencing her. Without thinking about it, she lay back and allowed him to pull down her panties and push up her skirt, but she could feel her whole body blushing and nervous tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Peter was too focused to notice. Hailey could see the outline of his erection through his pants. She could also see that her perky nipples were showing through the thin fabric of her top. Her obviously aroused nipples looked especially naughty next the the pacifier clip.

“Damn it. I didn’t get any baby powder.” Peter neatly ripped open the diapers, depositing the garbage in the shopping bag. He slipped the diaper on over Hailey’s feet and slid it up her smooth legs. Hailey hadn’t been expecting the material to be papery and suddenly realized that she’d been fantasizing about how the diapers would look and feel and even how they would smell and taste. It was too embarrassing: her tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks into her hair.

Before he pulled the diaper up completely, Peter took a moment to run his fingers over Hailey’s smooth cunny, slipping one finger into her and finding that she was wet. Hailey throbbed as he did and he smiled at her. She started to whimper as he probed her, but he stopped quickly, sucking her juice from his finger and pulling the diaper up over her hips, patting it around her bottom.

Hailey could only imagine what she must look like in the diaper, her skirt hiked up and a pacifier in her mouth. The idea made her heart race. Peter groaned and rubbed the front of the diaper with one hand, grabbing his hard cock through his jeans with the other. She wondered if he was going to take it out right there. What would he do with it if he did?

But he didn’t. Instead he took her hand and drew her up. She stepped gingerly out of the car, tugging her skirt down in the back. It certainly hadn’t felt so short when she’d put it on that morning.

Putting his hand on the small of her back, Peter gently led her around to the passenger side of the car and settled her inside, even bucking her seatbelt.

“Show me.”

Hailey looked down, letting her straw blond hair fall into her brown eyes, blushing as fiercely as ever, and hiked up her skirt. The Disney princess on the front smiled up at her.

Hailey looked up through thick lashes. Peter was gripping the door of the car and starting fixedly at the soft, padded mound between her legs. She noticed something else: there was a dark, circular spot on his jeans. It looked like pre-cum.

She smiled shyly and poked the spot, which proved to be right over his glans. Taking the pacifier out of her mouth she said, “It looks like you need a diaper, too.”

Peter grinned and pushed her hand away, closing the car door. As he walked around the back to his side, Hailey sneakily rubbed the front of the diaper before quickly pulling her skirt back down. She tried to tell herself that she was only curious.

On the drive back to Peter’s apartment, Hailey shifted in her diaper experimentally, getting used to the feel of it on her skin and the way it hugged her thighs and waist.

Seeming to read her thoughts, Peter asked, “So how does it feel?”

Hailey bit her lip and held the sides of her seat, shifting again. “It’s really soft and thick.” She hesitated. “I like it.”

Peter petted her thigh. “I like it, too, baby.” Then he slipped the pacifier back into her mouth. They made the rest of the trip like that, his hand on her leg, his little finger occasionally tickling her diaper, her sucking gently on the pacifier. Each sensation, from the feel of the sandals on her feet to the familiar weight of Peter’s hand on her leg, was enhanced by the new sensations of wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier.

To be continued…

A while ago I was doing a podcast , but it proved to be a pain in the butt, so I stopped. However, I decided to start it up again on my own terms and the first new entry I did was on ABDL! It came out to be a little long, though. ^_^ I didn’t even get to cover all of the basics! Please feel free to share your thoughts and comments. You can listen to it here.

A new abdl story series from Pampered Penny.

Hailey squirmed uncomfortably, Peter’s hand on her thigh, inching up to the hemline of her short skirt, the strap of her belt buckle pressing against her lower stomach in a way that made her wiggle in her seat. They were driving to the store to buy something she hadn’t bought before: diapers. She wasn’t sure why Peter was so fascinated with them, but she had promised to try them. She had to admit that there was a naughty thrill in his coercing her into buying and maybe even wearing something so taboo. In fact, he’d made her admit it several times last night when he was on top of her, inside of her. As she thought of the look on his face as she had stared up at him through modest fingers, shyly confessing how excited she was about their little shopping trip tomorrow, she grew moist.

But as they drew into the parking lot, she grew afraid, too. What if she saw someone she knew? How would she explain buying diapers? Peter parked the car and turned her face towards him, kissing her gently on the lips and releasing her seat belt.

“Are you ready?”

Hailey grasped his hand. “I’m not sure.”

Peter smiled and opened his door. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be right there.”

Hailey clung to Peter as they walked up to the entrance, staring at the ground a few feet in front of them, but not really seeing anything. Yet all her other senses were incredibly acute: the smell of the crowd and the linoleum struck her as never before; the screaming of impatient, tired children and the babbling of teenagers roared in her ears; the texture of Peter’s canvas jacket clenched in her fingers felt unbelievably rough. It was so crowded! Why had they come on a weekend? She was impressed by how confidently he strode into the store and made his way to the baby section, even with her hanging from the side of him as though she were pinned there.

When they did reach the diaper section, Hailey managed to come around a bit. She loosened her grip on her boyfriend and looked up. There were rows and rows of plastic packages, filled with soft, sweet diapers. Each brand sported a different, adorable print, from tiny flowers to race cars to cartoon characters. She was lost among the options, but Peter seemed to know exactly what he wanted. His fingers ticked across the shelves like a scholar selecting a book until he found what he wanted: Pampers Pull-Ups for Girls, the largest size. He pulled them off the shelf and offered them to her.

“Do you like them?”

Hailey caressed the plastic parcel with her thumb. They were purple and very pretty, printed with Disney princesses. She had no idea what they would feel like, but found herself wanting to gently tear open the packaging and smell them. Then a familiar voice came from behind them.

“Hailey?”

Hailey froze, the package of diapers in one hand, the other entwined in Peter’s.

“Oh, hey Rachel.” Peter had turned her around to face her friend. He was smiling easily and, Hailey felt, enjoying her flustered attitude.

“Hi, Pete. Buying diapers?” Rachel was smiling as well, her long, brown hair swept up into a careless and charming ponytail. She was holding a basket with five or six pairs of flip flops in it. Rachel loved flip flops.

Peter chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

Peter stroked Hailey’s arm with easy affection. “We’re picking them up for my sister’s kid. We’re supposed to get a pacifier, too. Want to help us pick one out?”

Rachel didn’t seem to notice Hailey’s frozen expression or silence. “Sure! It’s for a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, the girl ones are over here. Does she need one of those strappy things, too? My cousin has a baby and she says–”

As Rachel chattered on about which pacifiers she thought were cutest, Hailey hissed into Peter’s ear, “We never agreed on a pacifier! I am not using one!”

She could feel Peter’s grin as he whispered against her ear, “But you’re my baby now. Besides, Rachel thinks this one with the stars is cute!”

After a torturous ten minutes, all of which Hailey spent glued to Peter’s side avoiding eye contact with Rachel, a pink pacifier with a teddy bear on the hub was chosen. Hailey had to admit that it really was precious. She and Peter said goodbye to Rachel and went up to the row of registers to pay for their things, promising to see her later that night at a mutual friend’s house for beer and bad movie night.

Peter handed Hailey the bag as they walked back to the car and began searching in his pocket for his keys. “I can’t believe she didn’t think anything was weird. These diapers are way too big for a kid who would still have a pacifier,” said Hailey.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Peter. “I mean, they’ll fit you, won’t they?”

To be continued…

Yesterday I had a session with N, a brand new AB boy who drove a whole hour one way just to come and see me. It ended up being a great session, but I have to admit I was really apprehensive leading up to it.

I get scores of applications from inexperienced ABs and DLs who have never seen a pro-domme before and don’t know how to set up a session or the proper etiquette to use around a sex worker. (Even though I’m a Mommy and not an escort or stripper, I suggest reading Paying for It, a book that deals with all the issues that seem like common sense in retrospect but can be a little tricky the first time around.) Most of them don’t go to session and I don’t even respond to a number of them either because they have unrealistic expectations and it’s clear that they’ll be disappointed or because they haven’t properly typed in their email address and I can’t. :p Some of the warning signs that may lead me not to respond to an application are asking if I do things I say I don’t in my limitations, asking excessive questions, wanting a really long session when the prospective client hasn’t seen anyone before, and only providing a vague idea of what they’d like to do in a session. This guy did all of those things. Still, I decided to book with him–after getting a deposit, of course. (I require one from anyone with no references and sometimes from those who do have references.) I don’t know why I decided to book with him. I’ve booked with a couple of ABs like this before and they both canceled last minute. Still, I’m glad I did now.

He showed up on time, wearing a pull up Depend diaper under his clothes, which he had wet a little bit. I took him into the negotiation room to explain the rules and ask if there was anything he especially wanted to try that day or if he had any questions, like I do with all new clients. When that was out of the way, I had him take off his jacket and shoes so that we could get started.

The first thing to do was to get him out of his wet pull up–which was really just damp–and told him that if he was going to wet his diapers like a baby, I was going to diaper him like a baby. He could still wear grown-up diapers like Depends when he had to diaper himself, but around me, he was going to wear baby diapers. He went into AB mode right away. Sometimes I have to coax a new playmate into letting go, but he just dove right in! I took him over to the bed where I like to change people, since it’s bigger and lower than the medical table, laid out the changing pad, and got out two thick Molicare diapers. I cut the first one to allow it to overflow into the second diaper. I wanted him to wet like a big boy, even if he was going to look like a baby. And to make sure he did look like a baby, I put some cute, Winnie the Pooh tapes on the front of his top diaper. It looked very sweet.

The rest of the day was pretty fun, too. He had a bath and a massage with baby lotion, story time, nap time, a snack of chocolate pudding, colored a picture, and got to play with the toys. Like most AB boys, he proved a little violent, smashing the stuffed animals together and forcing a giraffe to kiss a bear, then claiming that they liked it. :p He also wanted to try out some cloth diapers, which I put him into with my locking plastic pants. Since he’s new and didn’t really know about everything yet, I took the time while he was playing with his toys to fold and organize the plastic pants, explaining each pair to him and telling him what I did and didn’t like about all the different options. Towards the end of the day he made a creamy diaper, which I made him wear while we ran to the cafe down the street for some coffee, then it was back to the space for a quick change into one of his Depend diapers, and it was time to go.

I usually don’t like to do really long sessions with new clients because I’m not sure how we’ll click and if they don’t give me a lot to go on, I’m kind of flying blind. I mean, I don’t want to do something that will ruin the whole session for them, you know? But I think this one time it went pretty well. He sent a little thank you note once he got home and we may do another session some time, which would be just fine by me!