Babes In Diapers

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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Superior Girl Meets Her Match

(I caught part of Supergirl on TV last week while I was laid up and on painkillers. This is the result. The Humble Games will return next week, followed by the conclusion of this story the week after.
This story is fairly dark, not-very-consensual, and has an ending that some will see as unfair. Also part two gets a bit sexy, so consider yourself warned.)

Chapter One

Superior Girl squared her shoulders, her breasts jutting proudly as she placed her fists on her hips dramatically, every inch the regal heroine she appeared to be. “Your reign of terror is over, mister—you’re coming with me!”
     I grinned benevolently; she was so wonderfully, adorably innocent—I savored her big, blue eyes and the stern look on her schoolgirl’s face—like a little girl playing cops and robbers, I thought with a smile. I couldn’t wait to add her to my collection.
     Folding my hands behind my back, I spoke slowly. “I’m afraid that if you’d like me to come along, Superior Girl, you’re going to have to drag me.”
     She jutted her chin into the air arrogantly. “That can be arranged.” She stomped over to me purposefully, and before I knew it, she’d reached out and grabbed my shirt. I saw her muscles flexing, the Maiden of Might preparing to lift me into the air and carry me to prison, as she had done to so many others so many times in the past…
     I couldn’t suppress my smirk… Superior Girl groaned and strained, flexing with all her might, and discovering she couldn’t move me even one inch. I smiled, watching her expression change. Annoyance spread across her face, and I nearly chuckled—not one ounce of fear creased the little princesses’ brow. She was so used to getting her own way that not being able to, possibly for the first time in her entire life, that her reaction was one of quizzical irritation.
     “Is something wrong, my darling?”
     “What’s going on?” She demanded. “How are you doing this?”
     I smiled patiently… obviously she didn’t have super intelligence to go along with her mighty strength. If she did, she might have noticed the odd magenta light permeating the house… a combination of red solar and pink Boronyte radiation. The first would instantly drain the Girl of Steel’s energy, the second would slowly rob her of her powers on a long term basis even if she managed to escape the red solar radiation, and eventually disable them for good.
     “I’ll explain it to you later, young lady,” I said, taking her gently but firmly by the hand. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you learned what happens to naughty girls who come barging into people’s homes uninvited.”
     She trotted behind me with bewildered obedience. I settled myself into a comfortable chair, Superior Girl standing next to me with the same bemused and slightly disapproving expression she’d been wearing since she discovered her powers had been neutralized. Still holding her hand, I guided her across my lap; she settled in and shot me a confused look over her shoulder, still not quite believing her predicament. I chuckled to myself: apparently, Superior Girl had never even considered the possibility of getting a spanking. I had to smile back at her as I took the bottom of her cape and folded it up onto her mid back, exposing the seat of her skirt. At last the reality of her situation seemed to be dawning on her.
     “Hey,” she said, more surprised than angry. But she didn’t have much time to contemplate: I brought my palm down across her backside, producing a satisfying POP even through her skirt.
     “Ow,” she cried, more petulant than pained. I grinned and delivered another swat, and then another, followed by twenty good, solid swats in steady succession. Superior Girl wriggled on my lap, and she emitted a few surprised squeaks. I paused to rub her bottom through her skirt. She turned with a shocked look, went to protest, then quickly closed her mouth again, presumably realizing that it was better than being spanked.
     “That’s it,” I admonished patronizingly, rubbing her bottom softly. “You know you were wrong—take your correction like a good girl.” I slowly raised the hem of her skirt, smiling as more and more of her creamy thighs came into view, before her full cut red bloomers were revealed, the material straining heroically to contain the Maiden of Might’s pleasingly plump bottom.
     “Hey!” she said, a little more forcefully this time. She struggled a bit and reached behind to cover her backside with her hand. Smiling, I gently took the writs and pinned it at the small of her back. Superior Girl looked back at me over her shoulder again and her eyes were wide, like she literally could not believe this was happening. I saw the beginnings of a blush on her face and knew The Girl of Steel was experiencing a new emotion, totally alien to her—humiliation.
     I brought my palm down on her backside, delivering a solid swat to the center of her panties, making her bottom jiggle.
     “Oooo!” She squealed, kicking her legs helplessly in the air behind her and I followed up with nine more swats in rapid succession, thoroughly warming the seat of her bloomers. I rubbed her bottom again; Superior Girl squirmed in my lap, appreciative for the brief reprieve and the rubbing and attempting to escape at the same time. But with her strength sapped by the eerie red light pouring into the room, The Maiden of Might had gone from being able to lift a bus to having the strength of an ordinary 20 year old girl, and I was easily able to hold her in place.
     “Oh! Ah!! Ooo,” She pouted and moaned as I rubbed her bottom. “Ow! Stop it!” Superior Girl demanded impotently when I gave her wriggling buns a playful pinch.
     “You’re in no place to be making demands, young lady,” I said, delivering another series of swats to her bright red bloomers. “You should be thankful I don’t call the police after the way you came charging in here.”
      “I— But--- You’re a criminal!” she blurted.
     “So some have alleged,” I said, continuing to swat her upturned bottom. “Do you have some evidence you’re not sharing with the police?”
     “You stole my powers!” She spat through gritted teeth.
     “You wandered into an experiment—it’s not my fault you lost your powers. Accept it.”
     I clapped my hand against her bottom another thirty or so times. Superior Girl kicked her feet uselessly in the air behind her and emitted the occasional squeak, but she was firmly trapped across my lap. I stopped when I noticed matching crescents of pink appearing at the leg bands of her panties. She relaxed, sagging across my thighs; she was still struggling listlessly, but seemed to have come to terms with the fact that she was trapped for the moment.
     “That’s a good girl…” I said, rubbing her butt gently. “I think you know you’ve needed this for a long time now, right?”
     She pouted and muttered under her breath. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her crimson bloomers and without ceremony tugged them down to half mast, smiling when the plump heart of her pink bottom came into view. Superior Girl give a high pitched shriek and reached behind with her free hand to cover herself. I simply took it and bundled it up with the other one at the small of her back. Now she was effectively immobilized. Superior Girl looked at me over her shoulder, eyes wide, her shock and disbelief slowly giving way to embarrassment, and I was pleased to see the blush rising on her cheeks.
     “Oh, that’s right,” I said casually, patting the plump hillocks her backside and making her wriggle, “I suppose I’m the first man to see your precious little bare bottom since your daddy used to change your diapers, aren’t I princess?”
     “I- I don’t know where you get your nerve!” she thundered pompously, making another valiant effort to escape (that only succeeded in making her bottom wiggle adorably.)
     “Oh? Having trouble getting your mind around the fact that the mighty Superior Girl is getting her bottom swatted like a naughty little schoolgirl?” I asked, demonstrating by delivering a succession of swats to her bare tushy.
     “Ow! Hey! Stop that!” She demanded, kicking her little legs and trying vainly to clench her buttocks.
     “I don’t think so, darling,” I said patronizingly, easily holding her wriggling body in place as I firmly spanked her jiggling rump. “I hope you don’t mind eating off the mantle—by the time I’m done with you, you’re little backside is going to be as red as that ridiculous cape of yours!”
     “OOoohh!” she cried, pumping her legs behind her in impotent fury. “ You… you… When I get up from here, I’ll…”
     “I’ll tell you what you’ll do,” I said without breaking rhythm, “you’ll get up and go stand in the corner like a proper little lady because if you don’t you’re going to get the paddle on your backside, missy!”
     Superior Girl gasped and clenched her bottom again, but she forced herself to remain silent. True to my word, I spanked The Girl of Steel until the twin domes of her backside were red and glistening.
     “Alright, sweetie,” I said at last, releasing her wrists, “stand up,” I commanded, patting her buttocks affectionately as I did so. She practically leapt to her feet and began furiously rubbing her bottom, hopping comically in place as she did so. I would have been happy to continue watching the snooty Superior Girl doing her war dance, but I knew I had to maintain control of the situation. She wore a fiery blush across her face, nearly as crimson as her blazing backside, and though she’d maintained her composure, I noted the beginning of tears dancing in her eyes… almost certainly a new sensation for the powerful Superior Girl.
     “No rubbing,” I said sternly when I saw her reach for her bottom, “and you leave those panties where they are or you’ll go back over my knee for fifty more swats.”
     She winced, but managed to control herself. She watched warily as I rose and moved around behind her and removed her cape.
     “Hey,” she said quietly, spinning to face me. “You can’t—that’s my—” she flushed and stammered, not used to explaining herself instead of just taking what she wanted. “My parents—sent that with me. When I was a baby…”
     I smiled benevolently, tickling her under the chin. “Rest assured, your baby blanket is going to be well taken care of—I’ve just thought of a new purpose for it, that’s all,” I said mysteriously. “But you’re going to find out about that soon enough, dearest… for now just hold still while I get you ready for corner time.”
     She stared at me quizzically, but allowed me to turn her around without a fuss. She sucked in a deep breath when she felt me take hold of the back of her skirt, but maintained her silence. I tugged it up, slowly revealing her well-spanked bottom before I took a safety pin and pinned the hem to the back of her shirt.
     I grinned at my handiwork: her adorable little tushy, which I’d so recently spanked to a delicious red, was completely exposed to the room, the twin orbs of her buttocks blazing behind her like a pair of shiny red tail lights. “And now it’s time for you to plant yourself in the corner while I get things ready for the rest of the evening.” I pointed to the far corner of the room. She eyed it, then me incredulously.
     “But you’ll be able to see my… my…” blushing, she reached back to touch her backside instinctively, but relented at the last moment at a stern look from me.
     “Exactly as it should be… a naughty girl like you should expect no less.” I crossed my arms across my chest and gazed at her sternly.
     For a moment I was worried I might have to spank her some more.
     But one spanking for disobedience was apparently enough for the former Maiden of Might—she shuffled off toward the corner with her panties stretched between her knees, peeking back at me over her shoulder with a red-hot blush before assuming her place in the corner.
     “Hands on head,” I instructed, “so you won’t be tempted to rub.”
     She complied almost instantly, and for a long moment I simply regarded my work and smiled at the rosy red hue of her plump, protruding buns. She fidgeted nervously, but held her position and didn’t turn around, and I smiled, spreading the cape out on the floor behind her… it would serve me well during the next phase of Superior Girl’s transformation.
     From the bathroom I gathered my supplies before returning. Then I sat at my desk and read the paper for half an hour, occasionally looking over to study Superior Girl’s well-spanked bottom. Every once in a while she’d shuffle or sigh, but for the most part she did her time like a good girl.
     Finally I rose and addressed her: “OK, sweetheart, come over here.”
     Reluctantly she turned and made her way over slowly,waddling, the bloomers still stretched between her knees. Her pout was no doubt intended to make me feel guilty, but all I could do was smile—she looked exactly like a petulant little girl. I noticed her eyeing the items I’d laid out next to her cape on the floor. Tucking my finger under her chin, I tilted her head back until she was looking me in the eye.
     “Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
     She blushed furiously, but she remained looking at me. “Yes,” she muttered.
     “And do you promise to obey me from now on?”
     She squirmed, stammering for a moment. “Y-yesss,” she finally forced herself to say.
     “And do you understand that you’re going right back over my knee if you don’t?”
     For a moment she looked both volcanically angry and as though she were about to burst into tears. “Yes,” she finally said in a quivering voice, realizing exactly how powerless she was now.
     “Good girl,” I said, moving around behind her to unpin her skirt. It flopped back into place over her stinging backside, and Superior Girl gave a thankful sigh.
     Her relief was short lived… moving around front, I took hold of the bottom of the skirt and quickly tugged it down. It fell to a puddle around her ankles, and suddenly The Girl of Steel was naked below the waist but for the pretty panties suspended uselessly between her knees, and I was greeted with the sight of her neatly groomed pussy. Superior Girl squealed and bent down to cover herself, but a quick swat to her red, jiggling bottom stopped her in her tracks.
     “None of that now,” I warned. “You’re going to be used to being naked soon enough.”
     Her expression was horrified, but I took little note: “Down on your back missy,” I commanded, indicating the cape that I’d spread out on the floor, “oh it’s going to be the paddle for you.”
     Superior Girl complied with comedic quickness, hastily lowering her sizzling red derrière to the equally red cape (now serving as a blanket again) with a wince.
     “Turn over on your tummy,” I commanded gently, and she reluctantly complied, turning over and settling in on her belly, the angry red mounds of her butt jutting up toward the ceiling. She stiffened, but made no attempt to move as I settled in on my knees next to her examining her sore cheeks with a whistle… though the spanking hadn’t been very hard, Superior Girl’s buttocks were still quite red. I reached out to gently rub them, making her hiss softly.
     “Oh!” she cried softly. “Ah! Oooo…”she moaned when I gave her a slight squeeze.
     “Is it very sore, darling?” I asked gently.
     “Uh huh,” she replied petulantly.
     “Aww… poor baby,” I said soothingly. Bending down, I planted an exaggerated kiss on the cheek nearest to me, making Superior Girl squirm and blush and murmur. I took a bottle of cream from next to the blanket: “would you like me to rub some lotion in and make you feel better?”
     “T-that would be nice,” she said, only hesitating for a moment.
     I filled my palms with the sweet smelling lotion and warmed it in my hands for a moment before I reached down and started slathering the cool ointment into her skin. She emitted a sharp gasp, followed by a long, drawn out moan. I could feel her relief warring with her embarrassment once more, but she didn’t hesitate to stretch herself out and relax a bit, savoring the cool relief on her well toned backside.
     “Now I don’t like having to spank this cute little bottom,” I fibbed, working the lotion into her skin, “but that’s the only way you’re going to learn to be a proper little lady. Right?”
     “Yes,” she said after a brief hesitation.
     “Yes what?”
     “Yes sir,” she said quietly, and I grinned, knowing that the blood was rushing to her face.
     “Good girl,” I said, patting her blushing tushy. “Turn over, babykins.”
     She reluctantly complied. I was right; Superior Girl was blushing, her face as fiery as her well-spanked butt. Her eyes were wide, and she stared at me, watching as I took her boots off one by one, taking a moment to tickle the soles and make her chortle against her will. Her top came next. I took it and pulled it up over her torso. She gave a series of surprised squeaks, but she wasn’t prepared, and I was able to tug it up and over her head before she could even protest and her magnificent breasts were exposed to me.
     She gasped and reached up to cover herself. Nude in front of a man for the first time in her adult life, Superior Girl could only gape at me and squeak adorably as I helped her to recline onto her back. She wasn’t fully under my control yet, so I knew I had to move quickly.
     Taking her by the ankles, I hoisted her into the air and slid the thick disposable diaper under her squirming bottom. I shook on a little powder and patted it in quickly before tugging the diaper up tight between her legs and sealing her in tight.
     “Oh!” she cried, sitting up and staring down at the thickly padded plastic secured around her waist with a horrified expression. “Do you really expect me to wear…?”
     But I wasn’t listening—I was busy securing the drainer around her waist. I looped the narrow gold chain around her slender tummy just below the navel, and it cinched itself tightly automatically. I hit the button on my belt.
     “Uh!” she cried suddenly, flopping onto her back again, her voluntary muscular control instantly reduced to zero. Her arms lay uselessly at her sides—it looked like she was trying to cover her breasts, but was unable to move her hands past her shoulders. Her legs, with no signals from her brain getting through, bent at the knees up towards her chest and spread at the thighs lewdly, like she was trying to show off her diaper. I took the opportunity to rub and pat the front of it gently. “W-what’s going on?” she mewed softly, “I feel so weak…”
     “I’m sorry baby, but I have to make sure you don’t try to take that diaper off—I don’t want you to make a big mess everywhere,” I said, grinning as she groaned and blushed in response.
      I took the pink onesie from the pile, unfolded it and slipped it over her head. The Girl of Steel moaned and groaned as I threaded her arms through the sleeves before snapping up the crotch. “There! Don’t you look so cute?” I smiled at her. Superior Girl looked down at her new outfit with a squawk of dismay, especially when she noticed the onesie also had her trademark “S” shield on the chest.
     “Come along now, sweetheart,” I said, helping her to her hands and knees. “Follow me, baby… that’s it… that’s a good girl!” I praised as she crawled behind me, her cheeks blazing when she realized it took nearly all of her strength simply to hold herself up on all fours.
     We made slow and steady progress down the hallway and into the nursery. Superior Girl sat back on her heels and glance about in dismay… the room had been designed to my specifications and was an exact duplicate of the ideal bedroom for a two year old girl, resized for use by  someone Superior Girl’s size. She didn’t have time to ask questions or complain before I scooped her up and deposited her in the crib.
     “There,” I said firmly, “I think a ice long nap is just what you need, little lady.
     “Hush,” I said, popping a pacifier into her mouth. She frowned at me, but didn’t have time to protest—I took her wrist and secured them firmly at her sides with a pair of soft cuffs. Eventually that wouldn’t be necessary, but it was vital that she didn’t interfere with the first stage of her training. Speaking of which…
     I took the headphones down from the rack above the crib, made sure they were working, and slipped them gently over her ears. “Is that comfy, sweetie?” I asked, stroking her cheek.
     Superior Girl nodded, her eyes wide and pleading behind her pacifier.
     “Good.” I took the goggles from under the crib and fastened them behind her head. “Now I don’t want you to be scared, honey. I’m just going to show you some movies to help you relax and get to sleep and give you some sweet dreams. OK?”
     Reaching beneath the crib, I flipped the switch and activated the system… Superior Girl gasped and squirmed, then went quite still as the infrasound forced her brain into a more relaxed and impressionable state. I’d created the program myself, knew it like the back of my hand… a simple introductory program, showing some of my previous clients just frolicking in their diapers, playing on the floor, wetting and messing themselves, getting changed—a highlight reel of what the future held for The Maiden of Might— and filled with dozens of subliminal phrases and slogans. On the soundtrack, soft music covered a bombardment of hidden phrases and commands—and all the time, the low, nearly inaudible roar of infrasound lowering her defenses, making her mind into putty to be molded.
     I’d put a lot of work into the system, I’d tuned it to perfection. Even the strongest minds could only withstand a few sessions before they embraced their second infancy. I smiled, wondering how long it would take Superior Girl to learn to like her pampers.
     I touched her hand gently and briefly glanced at her mind. She was surrendering to the infrasound; sleep, or something quite like it, would soon take her—in that state she’d be completely impressionable. In the meantime, she watched the clips as though they were an unpleasant dream… her mood was sick fascination spiked with brief moments of horror. I quickly realized the moments she was reacting so strongly to tended to involve messy diapers… I knew this would be a sticking point and resolved to work on it in future sessions.
      Otherwise, her reactions were more or less standard, and I was surprised to find the seemingly prudish, virginal Superior Girl responding so sympathetically with the sexual imagery I’d spliced in—her heart rate increased, her pussy grew moist, and she groaned and sucked her soother furiously, wriggling her hips against the mattress. It seemed she wasn’t quite the innocent little princess she presented herself as… That, I knew, could be used as a wedge to help her accept the training.
     I turned out the light and watched her drift into unconsciousness, knowing that the words and images were still permeating her mind. I crept quietly from the room and went to get ready; it would be delightful to have the pitter patter of regressed feet in the house again.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Help Out Little Sophie And Get Some Great Deals

 I recently received this in the mail from Little Sophie:

A warm HELLO to all my friends here! I am so happy to have found a home in ther ABDL Community! I am such a hermit; you guys (and gals) really fill a hole in my life. As some of you may know, I live with my husband and brother, and my five cats.

I am a huge cat lover … meow. Mine are fluffy Siberians, and they are my Kitty Kat Pride! Out of the five, Brute is most special to me. He’s a big, black, fluffy boy, who looks like a tiger! He sleeps with me every night.

All of my cats receive regular vet care, but sometimes things happen you can’t predict. Over the weekend, he started urinating blood, and since my regular vet was closed, I had to take him to emergency care. He had to have a procedure that couldn’t wait, and it cost so much more than it would have had this happened on a weekday. Long story short, I had to cough up 1600$ or Brute would die. It felt like ransom money. I had to clean out my bank account, then beg and borrow, even then it wasn’t enough. I ended up having to take out a line of credit at an outrageous interest rate. It was all worth it, though. My sweet widdle baby is resting comfortably next to me as I type this, and there is no amount of money that could replace him.

As nice of sentiment as that is, the truth is, no one really cares about my cat but me, and now I am practically destitute, until i can pay this off. My bills didn’t stop because I had to spend all my money on my cat. So now I have to figure out how I am going to get by this month, and pay my regular bills, PLUS the people I owe, not to mention the Emergency Care bill, that is racking up interest as we speak.

SO… I thought I would put this out there, and offer all my friends here a SUPER SAVER SPECIAL!

 90$ for a 10 min custom clip (Normally 120$)
40$ for 10 min skype show. (Normally 60 – 70$)

Anyone who just wants to make a donation is welcome, but charity is NOT what I am after! If you make a 20$ or more donation, you can choose a clips of equal value.
 I’m just a little trying to get by in the big world and take care of my loved ones (including my cats). I’m reaching out because I’m a bit overwhelmed and I feel like I can be honest with you all. I am not trying to come across as a charity case. Thank you for reading this <3>

Love, sophie little

You can check out Sophie's clips on C4S (my faves are My Messy Thick Diaper and Sophie's 24-7 Diaper gets Messy and Messier.)

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Mar. 1 2015

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Moving On Update:

We've been granted a brief reprieve by Google, however they're still going to be more stringent with their policies and I get the feeling our days here are numbered regardless, so I'm still in search of a new place-- you'll know more when I do. I'm reluctant to put a bunch of time in on stuff around here since it could be killed at any time, but I'll continue posting here (though perhaps not quite as frequently) until we figure out what's what. If you haven't already, please bookmark my DA page and my tumblr-- we'll regroup there if anything goes wrong here.

An Old Fashioned Girl in motion

Nappy School
Checking for leaks.

AB Dreams
Bonding with baby.


Relaxing with her baba.

Diaper Gal
Chloe Diapered under her jeans.

Childlike or Childish? On A Voice In The Corner.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Moving On

 OK, So we've effectively been handed an eviction notice from blogger:

We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content 
Policy that may affect your account.

In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually 
explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity 
presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or 
where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking 
action on the content.

The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this 
policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified 
as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, 
but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the 
blog will be able to see the content we've made private.

Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy 
change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this 
policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing 
blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any 
interruptions in service.

Luckly, I've been predicting this for a while, I've been keeping my archives and such up to date and I've been thinking about my options. I might just shift day to day operations over to tumblr,  but that doesn't do anything for the stuff I have archived here (also I don't like the format quite as much.) I'm also in the process of moving all my comics over to Lulu. I've been looking at Exmasters for hosting, but I'm not really sure what I need. To be honest, I still have really no idea what I'm doing, so any advice would be appreciated-- those with advice or suggestions can e-mail me here. Keep an eye on tumblr, my DA page, and Daily Diapers for further info.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Feb. 22 2015

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Ageplay 24/7
Naughty Odette plays with herself.

Mouth soaping.

Another Kate Upton pastie by request (artist unknown.)

Sue spanks Mel in front of an audience (Via Chross).

Outdoor Diapers
A pair of naughty diaper flashers.

I Need 2 Pee
Facing a long, shameful walk home.

Photo by AB Dreams
Just like Old Times-- a new photocap series by Princess Pottypants.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Surrogate Mother Starring Kymberly Jane And Clare Fonda

Now going up in installments on Girl Spanks Girl (the full clip will probably be up in a month or so):

 Download the trailer here.

In her search for a place to live, Kymberly Jane stumbles across a deal that sounds too good to be true: a clean place in a nice part of town, totally free! Landlady Clare Fonda (owner of the much missed Naughty Diaper Girls) confirms that this is indeed the case, provided Kymberly accepts her conditions... namely that she must wear diapers and play baby for two hours a day! The lure of free rent is too much, and Kym reluctantly agrees.
But Clare quickly ups the ante: just a few weeks later, poor Kym is wearing training panties to work and undergoing embarrassing "inspections" from her overbearing landlady. Worse, she's spending more time "playing baby" every day.
Not only that, she's finding herself over Clare's lap with alarming regularity... poor Kym's backside turns bright pink even when she's spanked over her diaper.
Spankings, diapers, and a selection of adorable outfits (including a brand new onsie from Baby Pants); Kym is thoroughly disciplined, embarrassed and initialized by the stern Clare.
Will Kym escape from diapers, or will she find herself permanently under Clare's control? Find out in Surrogate Mother!
I'm  very happy with the way this one turned out-- both Kym and Clare gamely throw themselves into their roles (Clare in particular seems to enjoy playing dress-up with her big baby.) The full clip is over 50 minutes long.You can get access to it and over 4000 more F/F spanking videos (including the epic Governess Trilogy), updated every day, for $24.95 USD a month, or a one time payment of $54.95 for 90 days access, at Girl Spanks Girl.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

You Are Getting Sleepy

Thanks to anonymous for sending in this great clip: a beautiful South American TV personality is hypnotized to believe that she's a toddler: She cries, crawls on all fours, drinks from a bottle and makes one of the men give her a piggy back ride:

Monday, February 16, 2015

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Feb. 15 2015

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Corrections, blunders, and other assorted screw-ups department:
A couple of weeks ago I posted this gif without credit:
This image was actually created by the owner of the spanking blog The Penitents. Sorry about that: I try to provide credit wherever possible, but sometimes stuff slips through the cracks. If you see anything on my page that belongs to you and is uncredited, please don't hesitate to contact me so I can make it right.

And now, without further delay, Your Weekly Dose Of Cute:

Whipped Ass
"Now I've got you right where I want you..."

Adult Baby Girl
She's so sweepy...

Peteuse makes explosive diarrhea adorable.

Aunt Elli
Looks like someone sprang a leak.

Very public corner time.

 Rectal temp check by JamjarMonster (commissioned by Point 2000.)

 Looks like mommy has her hands full.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Coming Soon

(Happy Valentines Day everyone!)
 The amazing adorable Kymberly Jane stars with the spectacularly stern Clare in this new clip written by me and directed by the Camraman (The Governess Trilogy.) 
 See poor Kymberly stripped, diapered, spanked, and placed into a variety of embarrassing and infantile outfits.
 Watch as she undergoes panty inspections like a three year old.
Witness her falling under the spell of a strict older woman.
Behold as she's powdered, pampered, and prepared for bed.
Feast your eyes on her brand new onsie.
Thrill as she has her poor bottom spanked again...
...and again...
...and again.
 Coming Soon! Stay Tuned For Details!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Back To Daycare

Thanks to Michael for sending in this bit from the Village Voice:

  A pair of New Yorkers are running a month long preschool for adults, "offering finger-painting, show-and-tell, nap time, and even a class picture day that prompts you to 'dress your 4-year-old best.'"

     Preschool Mastermind is the brainchild of Michelle Joni Lapido, who founded an adult skipping club in Brooklyn, and Candice Kilpatrick, a former preschool teacher. Says Lapido:

     "Adults are in this routine, this stagnation, and by tapping into the 'play' part of our brains by skipping or doing the things that we did in preschool, we're bringing ourselves back to another place, another time with ourselves, maybe when we were more believing of ourselves, when we were more confident and ready to take on the world. And I want to nourish that in people."

     Lapido doesn't state whether or not they do diapers.

     Prices range from $333 to $999, excluding art-supply, snack-day, and class-trip expenses. Classes will be held at night once every week in Lapidos's home-office "play space" in Park Slope, Brooklyn. The first class is scheduled for March 3. Those of you in the neighborhood and willing to spend the money can find details and sign-up sheets on the Preschool Mastermind website.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Feb. 8 2015

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Spanked Call Girls
The amazing Veronica Ricci, one of the stars of the epic Governess Trilogy, doles out a spanking to an unfortunate playmate.

Pretty Princess wears Pull-Ups.

In class enema punishment!

AB Dreams
How can you resist?

Butt Bongo with Miley Cyrus (download here.) (Via Chross)

Nappy School
Methinks she doth protest too much...

Mario Karting By Pizzabagel