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To be spanked for being a naughty girl would be arousing on its own, but I can’t help but add in my other interest as well. Imagine the humiliating moment when you lose suddenly lose control of your bladder while being spanked. There would be no warning to this accident and no way to stop yourself from soaking your panties and your spanker’s lap, and that wouldn’t even be the worst of it! Your caregiver will certainly be very displeased and scold you firmly, but they will be kind enough to clean you up even the process is extremely humiliating. This accident doesn’t mean you get to cut your spanking short, but your caregiver can’t trust not wet yourself again if they are to continue to your punishment. You’re clearly not grown-up enough to wear your panties anymore, so diapers are seem to be your only option now. With a diaper under you, you are put in the diaper position. A few spanks on your exposed bottom should help you feel extra naughty, but nothing compares to being diapered. Once clad in your diaper you’re are forced to resume your spanking. You think the diaper would make your spanking hurt less, but your choices to pay special attention to sensitive thighs for this spanking. How wonderfully naughty~

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Ellie has an Accident

For the past week, Ellie had been cutting it dangerously close with her bathroom habits. She often found herself holding it to the last possible moment, rushing to the restroom only to barely avoid an accident. Her mother, Vicky, had repeatedly reminded her throughout the week to take proper breaks, even going so far as to ask during meals or while Ellie was working from home, “Do you need to go potty?��� Ellie always brushed off these reminders with an eye roll or a curt, “I’m fine, Mama.”

That evening, however, Ellie arrived home in a hurry, her legs tightly crossed as she ran towards the bathroom, not even bothering to greet her mama. Ellie decided to wait until the girl came back out to address her.

“Ellie,” Vicky began, her tone firm but calm, “we need to talk."

Ellie frowned, already sensing where this was going. “Mama, I’m fine. I haven’t had any accidents.”

“Yet,” Vicky replied pointedly. “But you’ve been pushing it every single day. You know that is an unhealthy habit to have."

"I know mom." Ellie harrumphed with a pout.

"Holding it until the last second isn’t just irresponsible—it’s childish. And if you’re going to act like a child, you’ll be treated like one.”

Ellie’s cheeks flushed. “B-but mama, it's been a month without them though!”

“And I’m still your mother, and what I say goes.” Vicky countered. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit in timeout on this.” She unfolded a disposable pee pad and placed it on the living room floor. In her hands she held a folded pull up.

“Mama, no,” Ellie protested, her voice rising in pitch. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” Vicky said. “You’ve been ignoring my reminders all week, so now I’ll make sure you remember. Put this on.” She handed Ellie the pull-up.

Ellie’s face burned with humiliation. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, but the look on Vicky’s face told her there was no use arguing. Defeated, Ellie retreated to the bathroom to change. When she returned, the pull-up snug around her hips, she avoided eye contact as she lowered herself onto the pee pee pad her mother had placed on the floor.

“Good,” Vicky said, her tone softening slightly. “Now, you’ll sit here for thirty minutes and think about why it’s important to take care of yourself properly.”

Ellie fidgeted awkwardly on the pad, her embarrassment only growing as she squirmed. “Mama,” she said quietly after a few moments.

"Yes, little lady?"

"C-can I have my binky and my necklace?”

Vicky’s expression softened further, and she nodded. This wasn't lawyer Ellie, this was her Elliebear.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She retrieved the requested items, handing Ellie a her blue pacifier and sensory necklace. Ellie popped the binky into her mouth, the soothing action helping her relax slightly as she fiddled with the necklace.

The minutes dragged on, and Ellie shifted uncomfortably. The growing pressure in her bladder became impossible to ignore, and despite her best efforts, she let out a quiet whimper. Vicky noticed immediately, her sharp eyes narrowing.

“Ellie,” Vicky said, her voice gentle but firm, “are you alright?”

Ellie shook her head slightly, avoiding her mother’s gaze. Vicky crouched down in front of her, placing a hand on Ellie’s knee. “Did you have a pee pee accident, baby?”

Ellie’s eyes filled with tears of embarrassment, and she gave a small nod. Vicky sighed softly, equal parts empathetic and exasperated. "Legs up and let mommy see then.”

Reluctantly, Ellie lifted her legs showing her mother a rather soggy heiny. Vicky gently patted the crotch of the pull up. The squishiness crinkling under her hand.

“Oh, Ellie,” Vicky murmured, her tone a mix of disappointment and tenderness. “You can only be a big girl for so long huh?"

"Mumaaaahh." Ellie cried and kicked out her splayed legs.

"You’re soaked Elliebear.”

Ellie sniffled, her voice muffled by the pacifier. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

Vicky pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Accidents happen, but this is why I’ve been reminding you to take breaks. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She guided Ellie to the bathroom, where she carefully removed the wet pull-up and cleaned her up with a warm washcloth. As she worked, she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. “Next time, when Mama tells you to go potty, you’ll listen, won’t you?”

Ellie nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Yes, Mama.”

"But I think it'll be pullies and diapers for the rest of the week."

And Ellie could only let out a shamed sob.

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Daddy likes it when I’m padded just enough to make my crotch look thicker than usual. He’ll remind me that only babies have puffy bottoms. 😩😩

Then he’ll peek under my sweatpants and chuckle at the sight. My goodnites and little girl undies coming into view. 30 years old still wearing panties for a little tot.

“That’s right my adult wife is still padded up like a potty training four year old. Now let’s get my baby wife her morning milky in her sippy, while she watches her morning cartoons.”

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"I may just be a maid, but when I came in today I saw you being very naughty, making messes for me to clean up! Well that stops today! And don't bother reporting this to anyone. In Singapore, all adult women have the legal right to spank a man."

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Elliebear's Bathtime

(Previously deleted)

Stripped of her work clothes and sat on the potty in her llama undies, watching while mama got her bath ready. Her partial nudity did not matter to Vicky or Eliie. After all, it was just mommy. And this is what Ellie wanted anyway. The embarrassment was just a consequence of it Though sometimes she did have the passing thought of her friends seeing her in this babyish position.

Vicky didn’t always bathe her adult daughter, but there were two instances where she would.

One: Like in this picture, when her child expressed that she wanted it. A bath meant some mama and Ellie bear time. And Vicky always said yes to the request. She knew her little girl needed to let go and relax. So she indulged her daughter. Cooing at her quietly as the young woman closed her eyes, letting the sensations of her mother's movements soothe her. In those moments the 28 year old was gone and in her place was a little girl that needed mommy to make her feel better.

Two: When Ellie was getting too big for her britches and needed a reminder of who was in charge. It usually accompanied some other embarrassing consequence.

“Elizabeth Maribel you’ve been gloomy and snarky all day. I think it’s time for a bath and then bedtime.” The woman extended a hand for Ellie to grab, “Come here.”

“But it’s 6 pm!”

“Yes, it is, and my big girl is still going to be bathed and put to bed because she’s been naughty all day.”

“Mama no! I’ll be good now. Promise!”

And the young woman stopped in her tracks when she felt a firm pop to her bottom. She turned around in shock. It hadn’t been her mama. It was Alyssa.

“You listen to your mother young lady. If your mama says it’s bath time, then you go have a bath. Understood?”

Ellie let out a small whimper at the woman’s scolding and swat. She had grown to really like the woman. She was taller than both her and her mama, and when she got serious it sort of uneased the young lawyer. And lately her mama had been allowing Alyssa to be a little firm with Ellie when need be. And it was rather natural for Alyssa to do so especially because Ellie seemed like nothing more than a childish 14 year old when at home.

“Y-yes Ali. I understand.”

“Good. Take your mommy’s hand and go have a bath.”

And Ellie listened, quickly walking over to Vicky. The mother gave her daughter a raised eyebrow. It seemed her daughter listened to Ali rather quickly, faster than with her even!

The 28 year old blushed, “okay mama. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay princess. Let’s go get my girl nice and clean and into bed."

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Veridia Parenting and Dscipline:

In the whimsical land of Veridia, where adulthood didn’t fully arrive until the age of 30, Alina, a successful fashion designer, had mastered the art of appearing poised and composed in the public eye. Yet, behind the scenes, there was a side of her that refused to let go of her childhood. And tonight, that side was on full display.

Alina had just returned from a glamorous evening event. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked into her luxurious apartment, her mind buzzing with the excitement of the show. But as the clock ticked closer to bedtime, something inside her snapped.

“No! I’m not going to bed!” she whined, stomping her foot in protest. Her voice was high-pitched, her tone more childlike than any grown woman’s should be. She was dressed in an absurdly cute Frozen-themed nightie, its pastel blues and pinks making her look more like a little girl than the fashion mogul everyone admired. She even had a pacifier—her binky—sucked between her lips for comfort as she glared at the floor.

Her mother, always the picture of gentle authority, stepped into the room, arms crossed. “Alina,” she cooed, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection, “what did we talk about? You know it’s bedtime, sweetie. You’ve had a long day, and now it’s time to rest.”

Alina, pulling the binky from her mouth with a pout, crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to go to bed!” she huffed. “I’m a grown-up! I should get to do what I want! I don’t need rest! I’m not a little girl anymore!”

Her mother’s gaze softened with a knowing smile, but her tone turned scolding. “Oh, sweetie, you really think that you’re grown up? Look at you.” She reached down and tugged at the hem of Alina’s Frozen nightie, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “A big girl like you wearing these cute little jammies? And you’re sucking on a binky like a baby?”

Alina’s face flushed bright red, her lip trembling as her mother’s words sunk in. She stomped her foot again. “It’s not fair, Mommy!” she whined, her voice wobbling as she fell into the childish tantrum she so often threw when things didn’t go her way. “I just want to stay up! You can’t make me go to bed! I’m tired of being treated like a baby!”

Her mother sighed, clearly not impressed by the display. “Sweetheart, you are still my little girl, and you will go to bed when I say. You might be an adult in the world outside, but when you’re in this house, you’re still my child, and that means following my rules.” Her voice was soft, but firm, as she carefully lifted the nightie to change her into something more suitable for sleep.

Alina, now revealing her pull-ups—her mother’s decision to keep her well-managed despite her adult age—felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She crossed her arms and turned her face away, trying to hide the fact that she was still wearing them. Her mother, however, was unfazed.

“Now, let’s get you into bed, darling,” her mother cooed, lifting Alina’s legs and gently sliding the pull-ups off as if she were dressing a very young child. “We can’t have you running around all night in these, can we? It’s past your bedtime, and you need to rest. You’ve been so naughty tonight.”

Alina’s eyes widened with embarrassment as her mother’s soft hands worked quickly and efficiently to change her, the soft material of the pull-ups now exposed. She felt utterly small as her mother hummed softly to herself, making the process as gentle as possible, but still scolding her in a sing-song voice.

“You’ve been such a little fussbudget tonight, haven’t you, darling?” her mother cooed. “You’re too tired and grumpy to make good decisions, so I’m going to have to take care of everything for you, just like when you were little. You can’t make decisions on your own right now.”

At that moment, Gemma, Alina’s assistant, stood quietly in the doorway. She had been delivering some documents when she caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding. Her phone, seemingly without thinking, clicked as she took a picture of the sight before her: Alina, dressed in her childish jammies, her pull-ups exposed as her mother fussed over her. It was the last thing Gemma had expected to see, but she couldn’t help herself from capturing the moment.

Alina, humiliated beyond belief, could only try to cover herself as her mother cooed, “I know, sweetie. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? But it’s what you need. You’re acting like such a little girl right now, and I have to remind you what’s best for you. Now, be a good girl and stop fighting me.”

Her voice softened, but the firmness was still there. “You’re going to rest now, and no more fussing. Tantrums are for babies, darling.”

As her mother finished changing her into something more comfortable for sleep, Alina’s heart beat in her chest, her face a mixture of humiliation and frustration. Her voice was barely audible as she muttered, “I’m sorry, Mommy…”

Her mother smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, completely unbothered by the situation. “I know, sweetie. Now, get some rest. You’ve had your little tantrum, but tomorrow will be a new day, and you’ll be a good girl again, won’t you?”

Alina nodded, sucking her binky once more, her tears slowly subsiding as she realized there was nothing she could do to fight her mother’s loving yet firm authority.

As her mother tucked her into bed, Alina lay there, feeling smaller than ever. Gemma, still hidden in the doorway, snapped one final picture before quietly slipping away. The picture would remain a secret for now, but the image of Alina’s childishness, caught in the middle of a tantrum, would stay with her forever.

Her mother gently whispered as she adjusted the blankets, “Goodnight, my sweet little girl. Tomorrow, we’ll try again. But for now, it’s time for you to sleep.”

Alina sighed, her mind still clouded with the remnants of her tantrum, but there was no fighting it anymore. Tomorrow was a new day, and maybe—just maybe—she would act her age again. But for tonight, she was still her mommy’s little girl, and that meant following the rules of Veridia.

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I have a huge soft spot for girls who still wet the bed.

They are the cuuuuutest.

So adorable, huh?

They can be so adult, so confident and mature in the daytime– I love that–

Independent, super sharp, creative, big girl job, grownup friends–

but every evening, without fail, it starts getting closer to her bedtime, and a little voice in her head tells her: she should probably hold off on drinking more water...

and she really needs to say goodnight early to her friends, make up some excuse why she can't stay over– she's no fun overnight anyway, she prefers sleeping in her own bed...

because waiting for her back home, like always, is a bed with a very special crinkly mattress,

in a bedroom that, no matter how old she's gotten, has always smelled a tiny bit like a nursery,

and a dresser where, stuffed behind heaps of old clothes she used to wear,

she hides her most embarrassing, crinkly secret,

something she never quite grew out of needing since she was little,

and she would die if any of her friends found out...

And, waddling over to the bathroom to brush her teeth, all those little, embarrassing feelings come rushing back,

how small and helpless she feels because she still can't stay dry,

how the doctors all said she'd "grow out of it," but, of course, she never did,

and how she's always needed someone to protect and take care of her,

as she falls asleep in her thick, crinkly overnight diapers, designed for "big girl" accidents,

(she flunked out of pull-ups years ago)

fast asleep, a little drool escaping onto her pillow,

because, once she's asleep, she doesn't get to play pretend anymore.

She's still just a little baby

who gets to wake up with a little, dazed flutter every morning when she realizes:

her diaper is soaked again,

(no-one's surprised but her),

and she still can't make it to the big girl potty at nighttime.

So adorable.

You're gonna sleep nice and sound, sweetheart.

Nobody expects you to stay dry at night, okay baby?

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Remorseful words, legs kick in protest and the tears fall but Mackenzie never seems to learn. A parental harsh spanking and a hair brushing to set things straight until next time.

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Alyssa Punishes Ellie

“B-but 'Lyssa! I feel sick!” Ellie said with two highly unbelievable coughs to follow. 

“You have been complaining about going to your cousin's wedding all month and all of a sudden you’re sick?” Alyssa was flying solo with Elizabeth that weekend.

The one thing that the older woman knew needed to get done was complete their obligation of going to that fucking wedding. A wedding that their child, ahem, I mean, Ellie, seemed to be hell bent on not attending, “Please spare me the dramatics El.”

Ellie looked down and away. The laminate flooring is suddenly far more interesting than Allie. 

15 months into staying with her mother and Allie had become Ellie’s second parent. So much so, that when feeling her youngest, Ellie would even call the woman ‘mommy.’ Although Vicky would always be her only ‘mama.’ Both Alyssa and Vicky thought it to be so cute when the mommys slipped through her mouth. 

Currently though Ellie hated that look Alyssa was giving her. She was taller than both Elizabeth and her mama so it made Allie even more intimidating at times. 

“Ellie, my eyes are up here.”

“And I’d rather look down here.” Ellie murmured, though she took in a sharp breath when she realized what she’d said. 

The young woman’s eyes looked up immediately as she did a little worried dance, “I’m sorry. I’m looking at you! I don’t know why I said that!”

Lately Ellie had been giving Alyssa just a little bit more lip, probably because in her depths she was testing how far she could push the woman. But Ellie was also no fool. She knew when she’d crossed the line. The problem was it was second nature for her to dance on that line…even if it bit her in the butt. A usually red-bottomed and sorry tushy at that.

Alyssa held in a smirk. Little miss “stop it! I’m an adult!”  always a squirmy mess when being scolded.

“Thank you for getting it together like a big girl. Now, you and I are going to this wedding. Your mama made it very clear not to let you get out of this.”

“But my cousin is a bitch Allie!” Ellie whined with a small foot stomp, “Why do I need to be fake and go to her stupid ass wedding!”

“Hey!” Ellie stopped her tirade when she felt a firm hand wrap around her arm, “We can talk about this, but you are NOT going to curse while we do so. You know the rules of this house. Understood?”

Ellie frowned and folded her arms across her chest. Though to Alyssa she looked like a silly girl with a puffy padded bottom trying to act more grown than she was.

“Am I understood, little girl?” Alyssa’s tone sharp.

And Elizabeth’s heart beat a little faster, “Y-yes ma’am.” She grumbled. 

“Good, now I know you’re upset about it, but you are old enough to understand that a part of life is doing things we don’t want to do. Your cousin is family.”

And Elizabeth was so tired of hearing those words, so she let her intrusive thoughts get the best of her. “Well fuck family and fuck that wedding!”

And time froze for Ellie, she watched as Alyssa’s eyes darkened in anger and she knew her dancing on the line had turned into crossing it miles forward. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You’ve been doing too much apologizing and very little of changing your actions this weekend. I thought I had a big girl with me today-“

“You do ‘Lyssa! “

“I do not.” Alyssa was quick to stop the argument “It seems that  instead I have a capricious child.”

“I just don’t wanna gooooooo!!!” Ellie cried. 

“Well children have to listen to their mommies. If they don't, their mommies need to pull down their pull ups and give them a fussy girl spanking. Which is exactly what you’ve just earned.” 

Mommy. Allie called herself mommy. And it felt right. Suddenly Ellie did feel like a little girl. A contrite little girl who didn’t want a fussy girl spanking!

“I want you to get on that couch, bend over and bare your botty. You’ve been whiny all weekend and I think 10 minutes with your bare bottom out and 30 well placed spanks with your mama’s brush is what you need for the arguments about this wedding to stop.”

“M-mommmyyyy nooo!!”

“And spread those legs little girl. Mr. Brushie is up next.” Alyssa ordered once the girl had her bum out, her kitty showing as she whined and cried.

“Brushieee huwwwttt mommy!” She cried like a toddler, opening her legs up further.

“Well next time you do as your mommy says.” Alyssa said, moving closer with the dreaded object, "And you hold still and hold your tinkles little girl."

"I sorry mommy! No! Pwease!"

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Ellie Didn't Make it to the Potty

"Mama! Mama!" Ellie called out, a frantic edge to her voice. Ellie’s hands tugged nervously at the hem of her sweater as she approached her mother, who was calmly seated with a book in hand. Vicky looked up, her expression softening at her daughter’s obvious distress.

“Ellie, what is it, sweetheart?” Vicky asked, setting the book aside and rising to her feet.

Ellie fidgeted, her face red with embarrassment. “I… I need to go potty, Mama,” she admitted, her voice small as she shifted from foot to foot.

Vicky’s eyebrows raised slightly, but she nodded, taking Ellie’s hand. “Alright, let’s go quickly then,” she said, leading her toward the bathroom.

As they reached the doorway of the girl's bathrooms, Ellie’s movements grew more frantic. Vicky turned to face her, her sharp maternal instincts noting Ellie’s hesitance and the slight doe eyes her baby had. This could only mean one thing.

“Ellie,” Vicky said in a firmer tone, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “Are you going tinkle? Show mommy."

Ellie whimpered, shaking her head, "Hold your sweater up and show mommy those undies. Unless you want spankies."

That made the grown woman be quick to listen to mama, she lifted her sweater, her shame coming to full view.

Ellie’s white schoolgirl-style undies were increasingly getting stained a faint yellow, soaked with the stream of pee pee that Ellie was letting go of. The pull ups beneath her panties unable to hold it all.

Vicky had the girl turn around and show her saggy bottom as she tutted at her supposedly "potty trained" 30 year old child, "Oh honey, not again."

Ellie’s face crumpled. “I… I didn’t make it mommyyyyy,” she stammered, tears welling in her eyes.

Vicky sighed, her tone a mix of disappointment and understanding. “What did Mama say about waiting too long to ask for help?” she scolded gently, pulling the damp garments down completely and setting them aside. Ellie's soggy princess parts out in the open like a five year old getting cleaned up after wetting themselves.

“This is why you’re still wearing your pull-ups, young lady. If you want to prove you’re responsible, you need to start taking these things more seriously.”

Ellie sniffled, her cheeks blazing with humiliation. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she mumbled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Vicky crossed her arms, her expression firm but not unkind. “You need to learn, Ellie. I know you’re trying, but this is the third time this month, isn’t it?”

Ellie nodded miserably, tears streaming down her cheeks. She stood there, her bare legs and kitty trembling as she felt the weight of her mistake.

“I know it’s hard, but Mama expects better from you. You’re my little girl, but even little girls have to learn to take responsibility for their actions. If this happens again it's back to scheduled potty breaks with mommy."

Ellie nodded again, her voice shaky. “I… I’ll do better, Mama. I promise.”

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I would feel like such a baby out like this. I would rock my hips back and forth making air humpies until daddy rubbed my diapie for some relief.

Baby girl gets so Melty when daddy has her in her thick new dry 24/7s during the day time and out for dinner. I love looking into her eyes at the table as she struggles to keep little space at bay enough to finish her martini at dinner.

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My papi used to spank me in this position with his 'cinto' (belt) when I was really naughty. One time at 18 he gave me ten pow pows on my pantied bottom and I almost peed myself and was holding my crotch like a little girl until he noticed and sent me to the potty.

I was so embarassed!

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Night Time Pullie Check

Ellie sat on her bed, her legs swinging slightly as she absentmindedly sucked on her green necklace binky—a habit she’d resumed under her mama's care. It'd been two days since her mama and Alyssa found out about her sexting.

Vicky entered the room, her presence calm but purposeful. “All ready for bed, sweetheart?” she asked, smoothing her daughter’s hair.

Ellie nodded, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Uh-huh, Mama,” she mumbled around her binky.

Vicky gave her a knowing smile. “Good girl. But before you get tucked in, I need to check that you're pullie isn't wet for night night time."

Ellie squirmed, the blush deepening across her cheeks. “Mama, I’m fine,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, "it's dry."

“Elizabeth,” Vicky said in a gentle but firm tone as she undid the onesie for her and pulled it up for the girl to hold in her arms, “we’ve talked about this. I just need to make sure you're still dry. Now I want you to pull your panties down for me.”

Ellie hesitated, her pride battling with the comfort of her mother’s love. Finally, she nodded, slowly standing up, holding onto her onesie, boobies slightly showing, and reaching for the waistband of her soft, floral-printed girl panties. She slid them down to her knees, revealing the pastel pull-up snugly fitted beneath.

“There we go,” Vicky said warmly, “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?." Vicky patted the front, "You feel dry. Turn around let me see your bottom.”

Ellie bit down on her binky and did as she was asked. A red blush blossoming on her face.

“You’re such a good girl for Mama,” Vicky cooed, her voice dripping with affection as she gently tugged Ellie’s pull-up to make sure it was secure.

“We don’t want any accidents ruining your pretty sheets, do we?”

“No, Mama,” Ellie whispered, the combination of embarrassment and comfort swirling inside her.

Vicky stood and pulled Ellie into a warm embrace, stroking her hair soothingly. “That’s my girl,” she murmured, kissing her on the forehead. “You’re Mama’s little Ellie, no matter how big and important you are at work.”

Ellie melted into the embrace, feeling utterly safe and cherished, even as a small part of her lawyer self cringed at the situation. But as Vicky led her back to the bed, tucked her in, and placed a soft blanket over her, Ellie couldn’t deny the warmth that filled her heart.

She clutched the corner of the blanket and looked up at Vicky with wide eyes. “Mama, can you read me a story?” she asked softly, her binky muffling the words.

Vicky’s heart melted. “Of course, my sweet girl,” she said, grabbing a well-worn storybook from the shelf.

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Unicorn Undies

Elizabeth sat tiredly, mindlessly sucking her thumb, necklace binky in hand, and playing with her shirt while waiting for her mommy and Allie. She didn’t care that her boobies were out to see. It was just her parents after all.

There’s our big lawyer girl,” Vicky said teasingly when they came in, placing the tea on the bedside table before sitting down beside Ellie. “All ready for bed, baby?”

Ellie nodded, her cheeks already pink from the adoring way her mother was looking at her. “Yes, Mama,” she mumbled around her thumb.

Alyssa sat on Ellie’s other side, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Ellie’s ear. “You’ve had such a big day, haven’t you? Winning that award and commanding those meetings like the pro you are,” Alyssa said with a soft chuckle. “But now you’re just our little Ellie, huh?”

Ellie squirmed, pulling her shirt up slightly before tugging it back down again. Her boobies coming into sight. The motion comforted her, even if it betrayed her blushy energy, “Mama…” she whined softly, leaning into Vicky’s side for comfort.

Vicky wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “Oh, don’t be shy, sweetheart. We love seeing you like this. So soft and sweet.” She gently tapped the hem of Ellie’s shirt. “And you keep showing off those little unicorn undies like you want Mama and Alyssa to notice.”

“Mama!” Ellie squeaked, pulling her shirt down hastily as her face turned crimson. She hid her face against Vicky’s shoulder, her thumb slipping back into her mouth as she sought comfort.

Alyssa chuckled, giving Ellie’s knee a light squeeze. “You’re too cute for your own good, Ellie. I bet no one at work would believe their hotshot lawyer sits here at night in her bed, sucking her thumb and wearing unicorn undies.”

Ellie groaned softly, her embarrassment palpable. But despite her protests, she didn’t pull away from either of them. Deep down, she relished the attention, the warmth, and the safety of being their little girl.

“Alright, my darling,” Vicky cooed, kissing Ellie’s forehead. “Let’s get you tucked in. You’ve had a long day, and my sweet girl needs her rest.”

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Positive Association Diaper Training

In my unpotty training journey, I've been lucky enough to have my Daddy hold my hand and guide me through the entire process. Although I let him lead without much questioning, I do end up catching on to some of his training tips. It's just that in most cases, it's after I'm hooked into the behavior.

The diaper changing mat is a place of comfort for me. It's always laid out, and I'll wonder towards it when I'm desiring a change. When I'm laying on the changing mat and in the middle of a diaper change........... that's the time when he takes care of any "big girl urges".

All other times, I'm diapered.

Thus, I view the changing mat as not only safe... but a place I have a pleasurable association with. That's out of being hyper regressed into a puddle during a diaper change...... or having Daddy "check and clean my insides properly".

He knows I can get a little fussy when I have "strong urges", but it's always released on the changing mat and no where else. It it weren't for the changing mat I'd probably just make a huge mess anyway

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Ellie will never get over the shame of having to stand with her soggy pull up just slightly hanging from her crotch as she admits to Vicky that she pee pee’d herself 😩😩

At her grown age and she still can’t stay dry through the night.

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Im ready for nuh-nights, dada🍼