Cloth Diapers & Panties

no me win!

Have fun @DailyDi!  I, on the other hand is in a pickle.  I am like, seriously done with life at this point in time.  long story not for this thread.

Got some Lil Monsters diapers coming tomorrow, looking forward to some extra-thick time lol.

Chapter 17 The next day saw a return to mundane routines that Lucas had been slowly growing accustomed to. With the heavy socialisation of the previous day behind them, the royal family mostly kept to themselves, recovering in the halls of their castle until the next public engagement, whenever that would be.  Hazel, of course, continued her dutiful work as nanny to the new Princess. The two were out on the patio overlooking the fields of the castle grounds. Hazel sat on a garden chair, sipping tea and enjoying the fresh, quiet morning air.  Lucas sat on the ground, playing with one of the new toys he had received as a gift yesterday - a large, multicoloured cube, each face of which had a different sensory activity across it. Buttons that lit up and made noises, plastic shapes that spun or slid in place - designed to stimulate his senses. He idly played with it, shifting uncomfortably and wincing every so often as the sharp sting of his still-present diaper rash flared up when he sat down in just the wrong spot.  Though he remained in much the same situation he had been in before the debut, he was glad to at least have some peace and quiet for a day after. Even his outfit, contrasting with yesterday’s opulent and restrictive formalwear, was more comfortable and simplistic today - a simple onesie (the one emblazoned with the “mommy’s lil’ pottypants” design), with knee-high socks and soft booties.  Lucas yawned as he tired of the sensory toy. He looked over to Hazel - unwinding in her own way, her eyes gently twinkling as the sun shone overhead.  “Nana?” She smiled. “Yes, sweetie?” “Just curious… how many people were watching yesterday?” She thought for a moment. “I’m not sure of the exact number… Avalir is a very large country, and many of its citizens would have been watching at home or on TV. Or the internet, I suppose.” “How many people? In Avalir, I mean.” “There’s about… fifteen million, I believe.” “Fifteen million!” He exclaimed. He was sure that not every single one of those people had watched him, but still… the idea of having even half that many eyes on him was difficult to wrap his head around.  “I know, that’s a very big number,” Hazel answered, slipping into a lightly condescending tone of baby-talk for a moment. “But you should know the response has been very positive. People think you’re just adorable! A Little as a member of the royal family has certainly turned some heads.” “Has that… never happened?” “Not really, no. Littles are commonplace here, but the portals have only been popping up for - what, 50 years now? Not very long. Your mommy is the first royal to take the plunge - she got Little-fever pretty bad after seeing her sister with Sophia!” Lucas nodded. “There’s so much I don’t know about this world. All new countries and history… I can’t even read.” Hazel laughed. “Well, countries and history aren’t things you need to worry your pretty little head about, Lucille. It’s a Little’s job to have fun and be happy.” “Pretty different to my last job, that’s for sure…” he mused to himself. He continued to ponder about Avalir - now that he’d seen the city, he did admit his curiosity had been piqued about the wider kingdom. It was an interesting blend of elements both familiar and unique to him - the city seemed modern and sleek, while the castle was old and archaic. The accents were basically similar to American ones from his world, though the royals spoke with a certain upper-class twang, their American accents modified with the remnants of something more British. This was particularly true of Alexander and Charlotte, though less so of Leo and Juliette.  “Tell me about aunt Alicia.” “Full of questions today, aren’t we?” Hazel replied. “What would you like to know?” “I dunno… she’s Mommy’s sister, right? So what does she do all day?” “Well, she doesn’t have the same diplomatic responsibilities as your Mommy. She has some business interests, I believe.” “Ah, right.” Lucas nodded. “Like that one guy…” “Mr. Harrow, yes. His Little was so cute! Noah, wasn’t it?” Lucas shrugged. “I heard he might be joining you and cousin Sophia at your play date… I do hope that’s the case. I think it would be really positive for you to make some Little friends.” “Just not Benny.” Hazel tutted. “Benny is a sweet boy. But I understand… one step at a time.” Hazel stood and picked Lucas up, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. As she lifted him, she noted his discomfort when she supported his bottom. She unsnapped the bottom of his onesie and proceeded to pull the back of his diaper so she could peer inside. She saw his butt, powdered with red patches across it.  “Poor baby. Hopefully that rash cream will help your little bottom soon… actually, let’s head inside. I know something that’ll help.” — In the playroom, Hazel spread a large mat across the floor inside the playpen. The material was thin and plastic-y, and crinkled as she spread it, not unlike the sound of a diaper. Hazel placed Lucas sitting down on the mat and consoled him gently when he felt the sharp stinging on his bottom. She then gently placed him down flat on his back and began unbuttoning his onesie again. She removed the onesie entirely, leaving him in just his padding.  “What is this, Nana?” “Sometimes when Littles get diaper rashes, it’s beneficial to give them some diaper-free time. It helps promote healing and reduces irritation. This mat is just in case… well, you know.” She promptly untaped his diaper and removed it from under him. He was completely naked - which wasn’t unusual, Hazel had of course seen him naked many times by now. But the fact that he was expected to play around in here, completely naked and content with it - his shyness was flaring up again.   “Do I have to Nana?” He whined, rising to sit up and covering his private parts. “What if someone comes in?” “Then I’ll explain why you’re all nakey, baby! Nobody will mind. Besides, it’s just for 30 minutes or so. Here,” she picked him up and placed him lying on his stomach, popped a pacifier in his mouth, and set a colouring book and crayons in front of him. “Perfect opportunity for some tummy-time. Some air at your tushy will do some good!” She smiled at him and left with his removed diaper in hand.  He sighed and got to work colouring. He had to admit, as much as he looked ridiculous, the cool air did feel good against his inflamed butt. He flipped through the colouring book pages, deciding which of the simplistic illustrations caught his eye. A few of them had writing that he couldn’t read, but he decided to take his best guess. One page depicted a scene of a large cake with candles in it - he assumed the writing said “happy birthday” or something similar. Others gave him less information to work with - the speech bubble next to the smiling butterfly could say anything.  His inability to read in this world was certainly frustrating. He remembered how Hazel mentioned he was going to have some rudimentary reading classes - a welcome addition, he thought, though he doubted he’d be taught to read anything useful. Probably just his own name, and “potty” or similarly juvenile words. That was the running theme of this place - reinforcing his babyhood constantly, in big and small ways.  He coloured a page depicting farm animals under a smiling sun. Thanks to his still impaired coordination, he found it more difficult than it should have been for someone his age - he frequently messed up and found himself colouring outside the lines, much to his frustration. He found it easier to grip the crayon in his fist than to hold it like a normal pen or pencil. When he finished, the work was sloppy, for sure - but something about the bright colours seemed to be pleasing to him. He decided, to kill some extra time, to sign his name at the bottom.  He wrote out the letters in blue crayon - L-U-C… Then he paused. He started to get a bit nervous - what if someone saw him write his real name, his boy name, and decided it was a “no-no”, worthy of punishment? He didn’t want to get spanked with a diaper rash because of a refusal to play along. So with a sigh, he scribbled out what he’d wrote and instead replaced it with his “proper” name - Lucille.  “Ooh, can I see?” Hazel had appeared behind him, leaning over the playpen railing and trying to get a better look at his colouring.  “Oh! Uh… I guessth…” He gave a flustered answer through his pacifier bulb. Lucas didn’t know why he felt embarrassed, covering the drawing with an automatic motion. Hazel stepped into the playpen and knelt down to get a better look.  “Oh! This is very pretty, Lucille! Mr. Cow looks very happy, huh?” “…Mhm.”  “Pippy taught you what sound a cow makes, didn’t she?” “I know wha’ thound a cow maketh.” “What is it?” “…Moo.” He rolled his eyes.  “Yay! Good job!” Hazel clapped her hands in celebration. “And what’s this down here?” “That’th…” he finally took his pacifier out. “I wrote my name.” Hazel beamed a large smile. “That’s just wonderful. I think we’ll have to show this to Mommy and Daddy later, hm?” Hazel carefully removed the page from the book and tucked it into her pocket. She looked at the clock - it had been about half an hour.  “Let’s get you dressed again, sweetie.” She picked Lucas up. He looked down at the mat - a few errant drops of pee had escaped  onto it while he coloured, but nothing close to a full wetting, thankfully. Still, he grew alarmed at the increasing frequency of his wetting without knowing until after the fact. Hazel retrieved her supplies from the diaper bag and got to work re-dressing the Little.  — The clock ticked on the wall, periodically cutting through its silence. Lucas sat on Hazel’s lap, and was beginning to grow impatient after what must have been 20 minutes of waiting. He shuffled uncomfortably, as a slight sting lingered on his bottom despite the rash having mostly subsided.  “How much longer?” He turned to face Hazel.  “She should be here any minute, sweetie.” She idly bounced him on her lap to keep him mildly entertained while they waited.  It was two days later, and they were sitting in one of the castle’s classrooms. A large, ornate window gave a sprawling view of the castle grounds and allowed the morning natural light to pour in. On the wall was a chalkboard and before it was a table, low to the ground and colourfully painted, with two similarly small chairs around it. Hazel sat in an Amazon-sized chair off in the corner.  Lucas was anxiously awaiting the arrival of his new tutor. He’d had a couple of days to recover from the emotional rollercoaster of the debut, but now he was being thrust back into responsibilities - if they could even be called responsibilities in his new baby lifestyle. This was to be his first lesson in reading, and although he welcomed the idea of learning how to read Amazon text, he wasn’t so keen on meeting another stranger and all of the uncertainties that brought. The ticking clock seemed to mock him in his restlessness. He found himself fidgeting with the hem of his yellow dress to give his hands something to do.  Finally, he heard a knock on the classroom door.    “Hello!” A woman entered jovially, clutching a briefcase in one hand. As soon as she laid eyes on Lucas, she lowered into a curtsy and rose again. “Your highness. Sorry I’m late, I was going over some things with Queen Charlotte.” Hazel rose to greet her with Lucas in her arms. “Hello, you must be Miss Han, it’s lovely to meet you! My name is Hazel, the Princess’ nanny.” “Ah, Miss Hazel! Lovely to meet you too. Actually, her majesty asked me to send you over - she’s in the study, she wants to speak to you.” Hazel paused, processing for a moment. “Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” “Oh my, yes! I’ll be sure to contact you if we need anything, but I’ve no doubt the Princess and I will get along wonderfully. Isn’t that right, love?” She knelt down to look him in the eye.  “I’ll check in on you two as soon as I can. Have fun!” Hazel handed Lucas over to Miss Han and took her leave.  “Now then, Princess,” Miss Han set him down in one of the chairs and took another for herself next to him. “I hope you’re excited to learn spelling!” She began removing a number of books and pages from the briefcase. From what he could see, they were all geared towards babies - no surprise there. He was going to be learning from scratch.  “So this is the alphabet, Lucille.” She showed him an illustration of the alphabet, where each letter was visualised as a character who corresponded to that letter. Of course, all of the letters were foreign to him anyway, but it was a start.  “Now then, this letter right here - this letter always comes first. This is ‘A’. Can you say ‘A’, Lucille?” “…A.” At least the letters seemed to sound the same despite looking different.  “Very good! Lots of words begin with A. Let’s see if we can think of any, hm?” Her voice was dripping with condescension.  “How about apple? Does apple begin with A?” She smiled.  “Yeah.” “Very good! A is for apple!” He groaned. This was going to take some time.  The class dragged on, and one by one she went through each letter of the alphabet. Although it was largely similar to the alphabet he knew, there were notable departures from familiarity. Most letters were the same, though their order in the alphabet were sometimes swapped. Additionally, there were entirely new letters towards the second half of the alphabet - by his count, there were actually 32 total.  “Can you think of any letters that begin with this letter, Lucille?” “Ummm…” he stared hard at it. The symbol was unknown to him, and the name she had mentioned it by wasn’t any help either. This was going to be trickier than he thought.  “No worries, Princess,” she spoke in her saccharine tone. “Let me help you…” On the lesson continued. They got to the end of the alphabet and it was time to memorise it. For that, she began playing the Amazon rendition of the alphabet song. This one was totally unlike the alphabet song he knew in his world, with a different cadence and tune, and having to accommodate extra letters. She played it for him a couple times, and then asked him to sing along to it with her.  It was easier said than done. He stumbled over pretty much every other letter, and although Miss Han encouraged him to keep trying, his impatience grew. The song ended and they tried again. She gave him pointers to remember the order, but sometimes he only found himself more confused. He found himself getting increasingly frustrated at the task he was now realising wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d hoped. Seeing all of these letters and getting intimidated by them, unable to understand the basic meaning… as if he didn’t feel like enough of a baby.  The song ended again. “Aw, that’s okay, Princess,” she consoled him after another less than stellar display. “Spelling is hard for every Little starting out. That’s why Bigs are here to help out and make it a little less scary!” He tried hard to hide his grimace.  “For now, let’s practice our writing, okay?” She retrieved a sheet of lined paper and a chunky pencil. The page was lined with illustrations depicting, to Lucas’ annoyance, Pippy & Pals.  “Your Mommy told me Pippy is your favourite!” He got to work writing, at her direction, the Amazon letter ‘A’ - over and over again. Once again, he found it difficult to hold the pencil normally, and opted to grip it tightly in his fist to get some better control over the lines. His handwriting was messy, uncoordinated, and having to write an unfamiliar letter didn’t help. He grew frustrated as his shaky hand continuously scribbled outside the lines of the paper - he wondered to himself if he would ever be able to write like an adult again.  “That’s okay, Princess. Let’s try again…” A fresh sheet of paper. This would take a while.  — “I would appreciate an explanation, Hazel.” Hazel sat across from the Queen. It was just the two of them. She knew this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make the air any less tense. She gripped her skirt as she breathed in deeply.  “Your highness, the truth is that, in my capacity as the royal nanny for the Princess, I simply did not feel that giving the pills at that time was the most prudent move.” Charlotte’s posture was stiff and her glare was intense. She waited silently for Hazel to continue.  “I believe Lucille has been showing some signs of ongoing anxiety. I know the adjustment period was always going to be difficult for her - it usually is for a Little. I felt that the regression enhancers would only serve to exacerbate her anxiety.” “I see. And not only did you make this determination yourself, but you then switched those pills for what - vitamins, was it? And you didn’t think it ‘prudent’ to inform the King or myself?” “I did not inform you. For that, I can offer no explanation. Only my deepest apologies, your highness.” She knew she had to be completely transparent. She could tell that Charlotte was not happy. The Queen had summoned her over certain misgivings on the day of the debut - and lying by omission is one thing, but knowingly lying to the monarch’s face is another. She had to come clean. All cards on the table.  “Your apologies are noted,” Charlotte replied pointedly, “but that does not excuse what I can only see as a terrible error of judgment. Given you are responsible for the well-being of my daughter, you can see how that is… troubling.” Hazel clenched her jaw. “Yes, your highness.” Charlotte sighed heavily and picked up her cup of tea and drank heavily from it. Few things calmed her nerves like tea did. She composed herself and looked back to Hazel, her hard exterior softening somewhat but her mood no lighter.  “This is very disappointing, Hazel. I’ve known you for many years and I trust you - you are a dear friend to this family. I have heard your concerns about Lucille’s anxiety and we will look into it further. But if you have any misgivings, you must come to me about them.” Hazel nodded in reply.  The Queen’s body stiffened and she continued. “Furthermore, it must be stressed that, although your contribution to her care is not overlooked, I am her mother. You are her nanny. I fear there are certain boundaries which must be respected.” Hazel looked to her Queen. She anticipated that this is where disciplinary action would come in.  “To make sure that things are put right going forward, I want full reports on Lucille’s day going forward. Everything she did during the day, what she ate and when - put everything into it. These reports will be sent to Dr. Lowen, who will advise us on what actions to correct her behaviour should be taken.” Hazel nodded. So far, not so bad.  “Additionally,” Charlotte continued, “I believe it is important for Lucille to not associate her care so strongly with a single individual. You will still be her primary nanny, but Miss Angie will be sent at my discretion to relieve you of your responsibilities for a while. I will also be taking care of her whenever possible, and I want Leo to shadow you as well.” That was less than ideal. Angie was a nice girl, Hazel thought, but inexperienced in Little care - she’d have to put in some work training her in order to be fully capable of working without oversight. That was to say nothing of Leo, who was going to be resistant to handling a clean diaper, let alone a dirty one.  “Finally,” Charlotte said, “I want you to begin pumping breastmilk for the foreseeable. You may continue to directly breastfeed her in the mornings and occasionally at lunchtime, but I will be bottle feeding Lucille before bed from now on. I also want a ready supply of milk for Angie or Leo to bottle feed her at lunch when they are available.” That one hurt a little. Hazel had truly grown to enjoy Lucas’ nursing, as she felt a real connection with the Little during those times. Besides - she was no fan of the pump. Her boobs were about to get sore fast, she thought to herself.  “Now, I don’t wish to, but I am prepared to escalate these terms if any more issues arise. Is that all agreeable?” Hazel nodded humbly. “Yes, your highness. I will carry out my duties as instructed.” Charlotte nodded. “Good. I hope we can put this unfortunate business behind us. We have some items on the calendar coming up - we’ll be heading out to see Alicia at her beach estate, and then Leo’s 16th birthday will not be long after. I want to ensure there are no hiccups. Now then - I believe Lucille should be done with her lesson soon. Come.” The two women arose and made their way out of the study, headed for the classroom.  — “She shows a lot of promise,” Miss Han began, speaking to Charlotte and Hazel while Lucas sat at the table sheepishly nearby. “She’s maintained much of her literacy skill from her dimension - many Littles arrive here with significantly reduced skill. Her coordination needs work, but that should come with practice.” Charlotte and Hazel nodded. Hazel looked to Lucas out of the corner of her eye and noted his withdrawn, almost nervous expression. “Unfortunately, however, she did get a tad frustrated with the lesson a few minutes ago. She threw her pencil and told me - I quote - that the lesson was ‘dumb’.” Charlotte leaned to get a view of Lucas and scowled. “Is that true, Lucille?” He fidgeted with his dress a bit out of nervousness and nodded silently. “This kind of thing isn’t uncommon for Littles. I suggest a mild punishment so that it doesn’t become a recurring issue.” Charlotte nodded in agreement. Lucas’ face stiffened as he heard this - he had a feeling it would come after his little outburst. Miss Han gave her goodbyes to the three of them and took her leave. Hazel prepared to move toward Lucas to administer his punishment, but was stopped by Charlotte.  “Allow me.” Lucas groaned as he was picked up by Charlotte and placed over her lap. He gave a look to Hazel - like a sad puppy - but Hazel returned him a look with little sympathy. She had to support the Queen in administering punishment for naughty behaviour.  His diaper was pulled down to his ankles, leaving his butt exposed to the air.  “Five spanks and then time out, Lucille.” Charlotte explained.  He breathed in heavy and held his breath in anticipation. The first smack came down hard, slightly harder than Hazel’s had been when she spanked him. The burning, stinging sensation across his butt cheek quickly returned.  The spanks continued, and through light sniffles and whines, he endured and waited for his punishment to be over. And through it all, Hazel could only watch, feeling a pang of pain with each slap her Princess endured. 

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