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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

A Big (And Overdue) Media Project Update

It's been way too long since I did a media project update and I've got stuff piled up a mile high (not to mention that the list itself is horribly out of date.) Thanks to everyone who's sent stuff in-- I do appreciate it and I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to get this stuff up, guys. If you sent something you don't see here, just be patent-- I'm going to try and burn off the backlog throughout the next month.

First up, thanks to Paul for sending in this previously mentioned clip from The Savages:
Download the clip here.

 Massive thanks to Katie and Dave for sending this one in:
This anti-miniskirt sign was posted in the window of Adele Ross in New York in August 1966-- too bad the idea never took off. As Katie says "Guess diaper humiliation goes back a bit longer than I thought ;)" I love this pic-- there's definitely a story hiding somewhere in there.

Here's something  from the always awesome Dick: a rather obvious gag from the January 8, 2011 edition of the comic strip Cornered:

How much do you love diaper girls? Enough to advertise it on a T-Shirt? You might enjoy this never-produced design, also sent by Dick, for DRE engine diapers:
Like Dick says: " If anybody asks, you're really into drag racing..."

Lucille Ball has popped up around these parts before-- here we see her in 1935, playing one of the Dionne quintuplets. From left to right we have Maxine Jennings, Virginia Carroll, Ball, Margaret Neering, and Joy Hodges (Dick found movie acting credits for all but Neering).

 Another find by Dick: this is actress Jane Harker in a holiday-themed pic from 1945.

 A mystery: neither Dick or I can turn up any info on this one (which appears to be a publicity shot of some kind.) Any info out there in blogland? Kind of looks like she's getting spanked in a diaper:

Last one from Dick: Mink Stole, from the 1974 John Waters film Female Trouble.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Dec. 28 2014

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Cute butts!

UK Diaper Girls
Chloe as Supergirl.

Erica Scott re-writes her spanking history-- the results are scorching!

Adorable angels.

 The possibilities are endless...

Teasing Santa: a new photo-caption series by Pottypants Princess


In this house, young lady, naughty girls who jump on the bed get spanked and diapered.

Friday, December 26, 2014

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Four)

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Chapter Four

Although it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet, Rachel felt as though she’d been squishing around in her messy diaper for hours. She tried to focus on her work, but between the ooey-gooey mushiness in her diaper and the poopy odor that was beginning to hang over the office, it was almost impossible. She looked at the clock and huffed… how long was it going to take for him to get here, anyway? She stared blankly at the page in front of her praying for The Master to show up… and fearing what would happen when he did.
     But mostly, Rachel noticed she was being distracted by strange, new feelings welling up inside her diaper. Squirming around in a sloppy, stinky pamper was disgusting, there was no denying that… so why was it starting to feel so damn good? She stopped what she was doing and wriggled her butt firmly in her chair, trying to focus on how gross it was… so why couldn’t she stop?
     A sharp rapping at her door made her jump. “W-who’s there?” she called softly.
     “Diaper-gram for a big girl on her first day of work!” she blushed furiously, hurrying across the office. She recognized the Master’s voice, and she was desperate to get him inside and get the diaper change over with (preferably before he announces it to the entire office, she thought bitterly, tearing the door open and pulling him inside.) “Well well,” he said, checking his watch with a grin, “you’ve been here all of ten minutes and you’re already using up one of your changes. Not the best start I’ve ever seen, sweetheart…”
     “Shut up!” she snapped, blushing. His condescension made her want to punch him in his smug, smarmy face. “What took you so long?!” she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum. Her pamper was sagging behind her, and the contents were rapidly growing cool and clammy.
          “I’m not at your beck and call, my dear,” he informed her smoothly. “You’re just one of several projects I’ve got on the go at the moment.”
     Rachel muttered under her breath. She realized she was more than ready for a new diaper… so much so that the thought of submitting to a change, as a grown woman hardly even bothered her. She willingly discarded her skirt when he instructed, and soon she stood before him, every inch the carefully dressed and groomed business woman, her make-up immaculate, blouse clean and pressed, and a pair of sporty black heels to top everything off. She wouldn’t have looked out of place in the office of any Fortune 500 company… except that below her blouse, she was wearing nothing but a big, loaded diaper around her waist… as saggy and smelly as anything a two-year-old would wear.
     “Now,” he said, “are you sure you’re finished?”
     She gaped at him dumbly for a moment. “Sorry?”
     “Are you sure you’re done? Wouldn’t want to get into a fresh diaper and have to mess it up again right away... I think you should give another great big push,” he grinned, “just to make sure you’re totally empty.”
     Rachel stared at him, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again right away. What could she say? She knew he was right… it was just the way he spoke to her that made her bristle. I’m not a stupid kid, she pouted to herself. She briefly toyed with telling him as much, but quickly thought better of it… he’d probably just laugh in her face anyway. Vividly aware of his eyes on her, Rachel spread her legs a bit and bent her knees, sticking her bulging, diapered rump out behind her before she started grunting.
     She sighed, a tell-tale hiss emerging as she soaked her diaper with a warm, wet gush. A loud, quacking toot emerged; Rachel blushed and shuddered when she realized she was messing herself again.
     “Oh my!” The Master commented with a grin. “You making a mess in your britches, honey?”
     “You know I am!” She snapped, before emitting a startled “Uh!” With her heart fluttering in her chest like a frightened bird, she felt another gooey surge splattering into the seat of her diaper, which was growing heavier and saggier by the second.
     “All done now?”
     Rachel nodded stiffly. He opened his briefcase, removing the changing supplies. She almost laughed-- it was just so absurd.
     She watched, blushing, shifting from foot to foot as he spread a plastic mat out on the floor. “Plunk your little bottom down, sweetie,” he instructed with a smile, patting the mat. Rachel’s nostrils flared at his condescending tone, but there wasn’t much she could say… not with her diaper all steaming and droopy behind her. Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered herself down to the surface, wincing as she felt the load compressing beneath her bottom once more. Soon The Master loomed over her, oversized pamper in one hand, wipes in the other, grinning sardonically: “ready for your change, dear?”
     Rachel realized she was pouting childishly, but she just couldn’t help it. “Yes,” she said (with what she’d intended to be quite dignity, but in actuality sounded more like a sulky teenager.) She lay back and passively allowed him to remove her shoes, and soon she had nothing on below her waist except for the heavily soiled diaper. Rachel felt a rush of childhood memories as she watched him tower above her with a weird mixture of anticipation and dread—from this angle, he seemed absolute and all powerful… and from her vantage, squirming on her back in the middle of her office, half naked, about to have a dirty diaper changed, it was impossible to feel anything other than totally helpless.
     He was down on his knees in an instant, and she heard the diaper tear open and the cool breeze of the AC in such quick succession that they seemed to have happened at the same time.  She lifted her head and chanced a peek downward, nearly fainting when she saw that she was now squirming around naked on an open diaper… open, and visibly messy. The poopy stench increased ten-fold, but The Master never lost his smile as he went to work with the wipes. She felt him enfold her ankles in one massive palm, before her legs were lifted, exposing her messy hiney. Rachel tried to stifle a sigh, slowly closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of having her butt wiped.
     It was certainly embarrassing, there was no question of that. However, she couldn’t deny that it felt absolutely heavenly to get clean again… if only I didn’t have that strange compulsion to suck my thumb, she thought as The Master passed the soft, wet cloth between her butt-cheeks, where the mess was really caked in, I might even be able to relax a bit.
     By the time he’d gotten the mess cleared away, Rachel was forced to admit the sensations she was feeling weren’t entirely objectionable-- even the embarrassment left a pleasant tingle, like a private joke shared between friends. The wipes felt wonderful and he wielded them skillfully, clearing away the mess with sure, gentle strokes.
     “I certainly hope you remembered to lock the door,” he said in a low tone, “it would be embarrassing to be caught getting your diaper changed on your first day of work.”
     She groaned in agreement, cheeks flushing bright red at the thought. But there was nothing she could do about it now. She sucked in a shaky breath and tried to relax; The Master took her by the ankles and hoisted her curvy butt into the air once more so he could slip a fresh diaper under her. Rachel couldn’t suppress a contented sigh as her newly washed tushy hit the clean, fresh padding of the thick and thirsty diaper.
     “Oh,” she whispered contentedly, squirming her bare bottom on the seat of the open diaper and luxuriating in the feel of its soft thickness against her freshly powdered buns. She felt a giddy combination of embarrassment and freedom at being so exposed and helpless. Rachel had to suppress a groan of disappointment when she felt the diaper tugged up tightly over her privates, sealing her in beneath layers of soft plastic. She realized she was practically panting, and made a conscious effort to slow her breathing.
     “There now,” The Master said, patting the front of her diaper and making her twitch, “doesn’t that feel much better?”
      Rachel could only nod, dazed. On her back in the middle of the floor, feelings of warmth and contentment warred with mortification and a profound sense of helplessness.
     “What a good girl you were for your diaper change,” he said, with a patronizing smile that made Rachel squirm and blush. “Such a good little girl,” he said, and started tickling her belly. Rachel squealed and giggled furiously, trying to keep the noise down. “Yes you are! You’re just such a well behaved little-lady when you’re getting your diaper changed!”
     Without warning, he bent down and blew a loud raspberry on her bare stomach. Rachel screamed with laughter, writhing and giggling helplessly on the floor as The Master easily tickled her into submission.
     “OK, dumpling,” he said, rising suddenly, “time to get back to work… it’s not all diaper changes and tickling, you know.” He helped her to her feet and gathered his things into his briefcase. Rachel watched, dazed, still clad in nothing but a diaper below the waist. She sat on the edge of her desk and struggled to catch her breath. Soon The Master was packed and ready to go. “That’s one down, two to go,” he reminded her gently, and Rachel nodded, not able to make eye contact.
     “Knock ‘em dead, kid,” he said as he left, and Rachel was alone again.
     Slowly, she picked up her skirt and slipped it on over her pamper. To her dismay, this one seemed even thicker than the last; she frowned when she realized she could see the outline through her skirt. She waddled her way around the back of her desk and practically fell back into her chair. It had been a strange end to a strange morning.
     Frowning, she tried to take her mind off of it by turning her attention to work.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

On The Naughty List

Merry Christmas everyone! Have a safe and happy holiday!

New from SpankingToons: The Purple Viper vs. Mrs. Claus! 

"Shame on you, Ludella! You're much too old to be lazing around in diapers!"

 Enjoying a naked Christmas with friends

 Krampus strikes again (though she doesn't seem too worried about it...)

 Isn't that nice-- she got a present for Santa!

After her spanking, I'd love to send this naughty little school-girl back to diapers.

Punished Brats
Santa sends Pixie a message...

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Dec. 21 2014

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Spanked In Uniform
UK Diaper Girls
 Chloe Toy as Wonder Woman.

It might be time for Amo to consider switching to Goodnights.

That outfit seems to belong to a much younger girl...

A nice pastie of Sasha Grey.


A cute desperation scene

Ready, Set, Go by Rellen

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Humble Games- S02 E01 (Part Three)

Part Three

“Hi, I’m Chad.”
     Oh my God, he’s so hot, Rachel thought to herself, plastering a fake smile on her face and trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she shook her new boss’ hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said, as cheerily as she could under the circumstances.
     “Well, I’m sure you’re dying to get to it,” he said with amiable sarcasm, “but why don’t I show you around the office a bit first,” he said, rising and leading her toward the main office.
     “Sounds great,” she said with as much enthusiasm as possible, praying that he couldn’t hear her guts burbling and churning.

     “The conference rooms are down here,” he said, gesturing vaguely. Rachel smiled as best she could, trying not to waddle as she kept her butt cheeks clenched tightly—her last defense against having a major, messy accident right in front of Chad. Worse, she realized that the slight crinkle that had been following her around outside was very noticeable inside the quieter parts of the office… Rachel had to carefully match pace with Chad lest he notice the crinkle.
     They paced down hallway after hallway, Chad introducing her to people whose names she would never be able to remember and pointing out the break and bathrooms (Rachel swallowed, the ladies room door taunting her like a mirage in the desert.) Chad was giving her a rundown of some of the security procedures when he abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, forcing Rachel to slam on the breaks. She watched him cock his head a bit. “Did you hear something?”
     Rachel’s heart plummeted—she redoubled her efforts to control her bowels and forced a smile. “No, I don’t think so…”
     “Kind of a crinkle, like a plastic bag or something?” he insisted, listening for it. Rachel sweated and forced herself to stand still.
     “Crinkle? No I don’t hear anything like that.”
     He listened for another moment, then shrugged. “Guess I must’ve imagined it,” he said simply. “Anyway, follow me to your office.”
     Rachel nodded and trailed after him as quickly as she could.

     “Well, here you go,” he said at last, showing her into her office. It was modest, but nice, neat—and above all private, which was exactly what Rachel was looking for. She was dripping with sweat, her tummy grumbling and gurgling audibly, and the mess was being held inside her by willpower alone. “We’ve left a couple of proposals on your desk; go over them, take a few notes, and be ready to tell us what you think at the meeting at the end of the day—sound good?”
     “Oh yes—that sounds perfect, thanks,” she said, trying to be as polite as possible as she shooed him out of her office. Poor Rachel was practically prancing in place, and she could feel her sphincter starting to fail.
     “Great! Well I’ll let you get to it. Good luck.”
     “Thanks!” she said, covering a small, involuntary leak from her anus with a little enthusiasm.
     He smiled at her, flashing a set of perfect teeth, and Rachel felt herself swooning… If I shit myself in front of him, she thought, unable to force herself to even contemplate what would happen if she did. At last he disappeared, shutting the door behind him.
     “Oh thank God!” Rachel uttered, sticking her rump out and preparing to cut loose into her diaper…
     The door flew open, and Rachel was so startled she actually leaked a little more poop into her diaper with a gassy accompaniment, but she somehow managed to regain her control. With her buns clenched so tightly they shook, Rachel forced a smile and bleated out a far too enthusiastic “hi!”
     “Just one more thing,” he said, apparently oblivious to her distress. “It’s Walter’s last day today, we’re going for pizza at lunch—we’d love you to come!”
     “Sounds great!” she said through gritted teeth. I’ve got about eight seconds left, she thought, sweating, her anus quivering, and then I’m going to completely explode in this diaper…
     “Terrific! I’ll see you then,” he said, turning to go. He touched the door knob tentatively. “Door open or…?”
     “Closed!” she almost shouted. “Please!” she added sweetly with a smile, praying he wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
     With a grin, he swung it closed behind him. Rachel relaxed her sphincter…
     Instantly she filled her diaper with a large, gooey mess, followed immediately by a noisy, gaseous eruption. “Oh!” she cried softly to herself, sticking out her butt and exploding into the waiting pamper, blushing when she felt it fill and sag with the most embarrassing sounding flatulent accompaniment she’d ever heard. Doubling over with cramps, Rachel gritted her teeth and bore down, going red in the face… she knew, as the strong, distinctive scent of a messy diaper filled the air, that if anyone walked in right now she’d be ruined. But as her body began pushing out another wave of thick, smelly mushiness into the already loaded diaper, she knew she couldn’t make it over to the door to lock it… not until I’m done here, she thought grimly, grunting and filling her diaper noisily.
     At last, she’d relieved herself enough to scurry over to the door, her bulging pamper squishing behind her, diaper crinkling with every step, and lock her door. Immediately Rachel sighed and relaxed a bit—at least she was temporarily safe. What do I do now? She tried to think back to what The Master had told her in her apartment that morning. Remembering the card he’d given her, she waddled over to the desk as fast as she could before rifling through her purse to retrieve the little white square. Eventually she uncovered it and started dialing the number on her phone. She expected to have to beg the Master to come and change her, but she was surprised by being forwarded to an automatic message: Your call has been logged and is now being reported to the appropriate party,” the cool, mechanical female voice informed her. “Your location is being confirmed via GPS and is being forwarded at this moment. You will be visited in timely fashion in the order in which your call was received.”
     The line went dead. Rachel stared at her phone, worried—how long was she going to have to wait? She sighed and waddled around to the back of her desk. “I guess I might as well start reading these proposals while I’m here, she thought with a sigh. She sat slowly in her chair, groaning as she felt the mess squishing beneath her. I just hope he gets here soon, she thought, taking the first bundle of papers from her desk and reading them over with a sigh.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Looks Like Bridgette Has Some Competition

Most regular readers are probably familiar with SpankingToons and his creation Bridgette Redheart. It seems that Bridgette's story had made the rounds, and at least one woman has taken it to heart in dealing with her own out-of-control stepdaughter.

You can also find a pair of exclusive SpankingToon drawings in Diaper Pins.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Your Dose Of Cute For The Week Of Dec. 14 2014

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Wet Set
Nikki masturbates in her messy pampers.


Is Fox meteroligist Janice Dean a secret spanko? The evidence is piling up...

Bare bottoms served under plastic.

Who Would You Choose? by Bobby Venice

 The Treasure  Hunters-- a sexy spanking story by DJ Black.

AB Dreams
Lolette caged and diapered.

AB Hunnies
Looks like someone needs a spanking.