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Never been an issue as I wear 2xl t-shirts and tucked At home or when I go hiking I wear large, not tucked. But then  the purpose is for the waistband to be visible. 

Chapter 23 Just try it once, for Mommy... I woke up in the morning as Mommy climbed out of bed. As I moved, it felt like my diaper was wet, so I reached under the covers to check. Yes, I had totally flooded this one and hadn’t woken up to do it. But this morning, it didn’t bother me. I had admitted it to Mommy; I’m just a little baby at times that needs his Mommy. She was in the bathroom as I rolled onto my back. Ouch!!! Unlike the time Miss Beth paddled, this time my butt was still sore. Mommy had said last night that I’d probably be black and blue back there, she was right. But she also told me to remember, I didn’t get paddled for jerking off. It was because I just couldn’t admit to myself what I now know to be true. I’m not like other men. Sometimes, I need my Mommy. For her to hug me, care for me, and yes, even spank me. Spanking helps make the guilt go away when I’ve disappointed her. I heard the toilet and she reappeared. As she picked up her clothes and started to dress, she spoke, “Morning babe. Sorry it’s so early, but I need to stop by my place before work. I can’t wear the same clothes two days in a row. The ‘walk of shame’ and all that you understand.” I nodded and tried to sit up. Ouch! Again, a reminder. She must have noticed as she tugged her top into place. She just said tenderly, “Sore aren’t you. If it’s any consolation, my arm is a bit stiff as well.” I tried to pass it off lightly, “And your left arm doesn’t aim as good.” She was leaning down in my closet and came out with a fresh diaper. As she came towards me, unfolding it, she tried to be light-hearted about it and said, “Well it’s up to you how much practice I get at it. Now lay back and we’ll get my baby changed.” Up to me… Yes, I suppose it is now. How well I behave, and whether or not I ask for another one… Soon she was wiping my privates and tugging the fresh diaper under me. As she taped it into place and gently patted the front, right against my cock, she spoke again, “I have a teleconference with west coast tonight, so you’re on your own. Remember, if you want to fly solo, wear a diaper. Okay? See you at two tomorrow.” I nodded and blushed at being reminded that masturbating is now a ‘diaper only’ activity. Then I asked, “I thought we had to be at Beth’s at four? Why so early tomorrow?” She smiled and leaned to kiss my blushing cheek as she explained, “Because Mommy needs to use hair cream on my baby boy before we go. You’re getting stubble and I want you to look your best.” Then she patted my chest as she stood up. She added, “And it’s MISS Beth. Or she’ll add to those black and blue marks.” I felt my eyes widen as I gulped. She glanced at the time and bent to kiss me one last time, “Gotta run darling. Have a good day now. I’ll call you tonight at bedtime to tuck you in.” Well, it’s not the same as sleeping with her, but it shows she cares. I answered as her steps echoed in the short hallway, “Okay Mommy! Love you.” She may have hesitated, or maybe it was my imagination. But from the front door I heard, “Mommy loves you too Tommy.” And the door clicked shut. … Waddling around the kitchen making coffee, I checked the time. Still a bit early, so I decided to do some laundry. But as I picked up the basket, two items caught my eye. First were those plastic baby pants; hand wash only… The second item was the pair of sweatpants that got my bottom blistered. Ironic really. That day at Miss Beth’s, Jack had gotten spanked and he got so excited he jerked off afterwards. And me?? I jerked off first and felt so guilty that in the end I needed MY bottom spanked. Total opposites… and yet, both little boys still in diapers. I put down the basket in the middle of the bedroom and carried the baby pants to the bathroom to hand-wash them, just as Mommy had taught me. I hung them to dry and decided to start work a little early. My bottom stung when I first sat down, but I didn’t complain to myself. I accepted that it was for my own good, and it would pass. I logged on and started my day. The morning was productive. I was well ahead on a couple of issues and just coded away. At lunch I logged out, stretched my arms out in the chair and decided to grab something from the fridge. As I walked to the kitchen, the breeze on my bare legs reminded me I was still just wearing my diaper and T-shirt. Hehehe… if the folks at the office could see me… Living with Mommy might be like this. Spending a lot of time as her ‘little boy’.  I giggled as I squirted mustard onto some bread to start a sandwich. I realized I was looking forward to living with her. Standing in the kitchen area munching, I felt an urge to pee and just let go. And I’m starting to like being diapered. Not having to rush to the bath…. No, Mommy would want me to say ‘potty’. Not having to rush to the potty. … I worked until almost seven. I figured a bit extra today to make up for knocking off early tomorrow. Tomorrow, I get to be with Mommy. But… gulp! We’re going to see Miss Beth. I set a reminder on my phone and stood up. I had wet again sometime in the afternoon, and two solid soakings waddled between my legs as I put something in the microwave. I grabbed a fork from the drawer and turned around to lean against the counter, watching the timer on the microwave counting down. Standing in a soggy diaper?!?! It’s not so bad. My hand drifted to cup the front and hold the swollen material. After all, Mommy loves me being her little boy. The oven beeped and I took out dinner and sat at the table. No computer code in front of me, no tv on, no football, no distracting tits to stare at. How did that ‘Beauty and the Beast’ movie song go? “LeFou I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… A dangerous pastime… I know.” Mommy loves me… because I’m being her little boy? But I admitted to her I need her. Or did she manipulate me into saying that? I’m the one that handed her the spoon. I told her I was naughty. Did I do all that because I wanted to please her? Or because it’s true. Am I submitting to her to gain her love? Letting her manipulate me? That whole time… did she even once call me ‘Tommy’ or ‘Baby’? No, she called me ‘Tom’. That I was a grown man, asking for a spanking from her. It wasn’t some ‘baby games’ as a prelude to sex. We didn’t have sex afterwards. But lying in her arms, she held me and… and cared for me. She hadn’t planned on spending the night, but she did. She stayed all night to care for me and not leave me alone after turning my ass black and blue. She spanked me. Not because she lost her temper or was particularly mad. I’m not sure, but I don’t think she particularly enjoyed it. She wasn’t horny afterwards or giggling, or grinning. She did it because I asked for it. I asked because I was afraid she was leaving. Afraid I had screwed up so badly she might walk out of my life. Because I fucked up and the guilt was so bad it made my tummy ache. Is this some deep psychological thing in me? Did I have some buried childhood issues? Mom and Dad always seemed to be supportive. I don’t remember ever getting paddled, but I did get time outs in the corner, and when I was older, grounded for when I screwed up. I can’t remember anything about… no there is one memory of potty training. I was about three, I think? I remember looking down, sitting on the potty with that little shield thing in front of my penis. The earliest memory of seeing myself peeing. Odd that so much of early childhood is a blur, but seeing pee squirting from my baby penis and splashing onto that shield… Squealing and telling Mom… I was so proud of myself. She’d probably be disappointed that I’m back in diapers??? How would she react to this? I’m back in diapers, acting like a little boy, all for a woman she’s never met. Shiver. THAT will be a rough day. I can see it now: “Hey Mom, I’d like you to meet someone. This is Carole, she’s my Mommy now and she keeps me in diapers. But it’s all good, she lets me suck her tits anytime I’m upset or crying.” Sigh… Mommy was right. Sometimes when the fantasy world meets the real world… things don’t go well. And right now, I’m figuratively ‘looking into that mirror’. I see a grown man, one of the top programmers in my field. I was even a co-presenter at last year’s conference on commercial web development. And I’m sitting here in a wet diaper, wishing my mommy were here. A woman that I practically begged to paddle my ass last night. I see a grown man that was howling and bawling at the top of my lungs and could only be consoled by the same woman hugging me, wiping my nose and letting me suckle at her breast. I looked down at my dinner. The little plastic tray was empty. Frozen food isn’t bad sometimes I guess. But that dinner she made Sunday night. She really does know how to cook. Maybe not a five-star chef, but better than anything from my own hand. I wonder what she’s having for dinner tonight. I checked the time on my phone. Not quite eight. I had just about an hour. I set a timer and got up. I took care of the dinner things, tray in the trash, box it came in, recycling. Fork in the dishwasher. Brushed my teeth, made a note to buy more toothpaste. Then I managed to change my own diaper. The wet one in the trash. I figured no sense in getting interested in any tv, so I lay in bed with my phone, playing some silly solitaire game until the timer would sound. The alarm went off at five minutes before nine. I closed the game and punched the contact labeled ‘Mommy’. She picked up on the second ring. “Is that my little boy? Did you brush your teeth? All ready for Mommy to tuck you in? I suddenly remembered and popped my pacifier in my mouth before answering, “yeth mummy” “Ooooo… that’s Mommy’s good little boy!! Now… speaker phone on so I can tell you a bedtime story. Put your hand in your diaper if you want sweetie…. Little boys do that, it’s okay.” I felt myself blush, but her treating me like a little boy, well… I did as Mommy said. I wasn’t really horny or hard, but I gently gripped my balls and cock as I suckled and closed my eyes. “Once upon a time…” she started as I listened. My fingers only squeezed occasionally, but it made me feel safe and happy. Something about a little boy astronaut… exploring with a robot for a friend… discovered something on the moon… But the softness of her voice, the comforting feel of my diaper on my bottom as I rolled over. The reflex of sucking my paci… Almost as if she was here with me… I drifted off to sleep. … I was in a nursery of some sort. Mommy was putting something away in the drawers and then turned around. She looked down at me and smiled. “Little Tommy loves to play with mister peepee…* I woke up and realized I was doing just that. My hand still in my diaper, my cock was hard. I tugged at it, thinking to myself…. Mommy says it’s okay… I’m being a good boy and doing it in my diaper… Look Mommy… I’m a good boy…. Thoughts of pleasing Mommy, doing just as she wants… pushed me over the edge pretty quickly. I wriggled my hand a little to wipe my fingers on the inside of my diaper, pulled out my hand and fell back to sleep. … I woke up again, just minutes before the alarm. I smiled to myself when I remembered the middle of the night. I shut off the alarm before it sounded and threw back the covers. Even when she wasn’t here, she tucks me in and… As I stared at the coffee pot, I just let nature take its course. Then I remembered it was Thursday. I shrugged and went to the bedroom to put on a shirt and nothing more. I’ve sat through a couple of teleconferences now in a soggy diaper, one more is no big deal. So, with a clean shirt, cup of coffee and wet diaper, I sat down and logged in for the day. The meeting was uneventful and we all had our assignments. I was going to be leaving early, so I figured I’d just work through lunch until Mommy got here. But just about one thirty, I realized that had been a mistake. I felt a wetness on my thigh. I should have changed after the meeting. But Mommy will be here soon and wants to use hair cream on me. It’d be a waste to put on a clean one… sigh… should have put on some plastic pants… I kept at it until I heard her key in the door. I logged off quickly and got up with a ‘squelch’. It was drooping low between my legs as I waddled to meet her. When she first saw me she giggled a little, saying, “My little boy needs to remember his baby pants.” I blushed and lowered my chin, mumbling, “Sowwy… I was just working and knew you’d be here soon.” She came towards me, hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. Then gently turned me around, “It’s okay sweetie. Once you’re living with Mommy, I can help you remember such things.” Then a quick pat on my drooping diaper, she added, “Now… off to the bathroom, time to make my baby all smooth and cute for our visit to Miss Beth’s.” My diaper fell to the floor with a plop and I stepped into the tub as before. And just as before, soon I was covered in hair cream that had a faint chemical smell. But unlike the first time, this time Mommy also wiped some under my chin and over my face. All she said was, “We don’t want a five o’clock shadow this time. Wouldn’t do at all.” As I stood there, waiting for the hair cream to do its job, I wondered about that. She picked up the diaper and casually mentioned, “Just wait here while I go check the furniture you were sitting on.” I blushed a little, knowing she’d find my office chair undoubtedly had a wet spot. After a few minutes, she came back. All she said was, “All taken care of sweetie. Now, it’s been long enough, rinse off while I find something for you to wear.” I did as she said and soon was walking naked with just a towel around me, back to my bedroom. There she sat at the edge of the bed. She had a diaper in her hand and I saw a T-shirt and my old jogging shorts on the bed. I was certain they would do little to hide my diaper and started to protest, “Aw Mommy, can’t I wear something that will cover things a bit more?” She just stood up and came to take my hand gently, “Well there is that pair of sweatpants in the laundry basket. The ones with a huge stain on the front? But I don’t think Miss Beth would approve, do you? Now lay down so we can get my little masturbator properly diapered.” I blushed at the reminder; I had been naughty and didn’t really want the world to know. So I laid down meekly and let her put me in the diaper and outfit she had chosen. Once I sat up, she even slipped on my socks and sneakers. Then she stood up, looking down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed with her hands on hips. All she said was, “Well… that’ll do for now. I’m sure we can find something nicer at Miss Beth’s.” I was confused. I started to ask, “What do…gack!!!” My pacifier was quickly pushed in my mouth, silencing my questions. Then Mommy tugged at my wrist, “Sometimes little ones should be seen and not heard. Now come along.” She tugged me out the door and I almost reached to take the pacifier from my lips. Maybe not… she seems a bit ‘bossy’ right now. I don’t see anyone… We arrived at Miss Beth’s a few minutes early. Mommy was holding my hand as she rang the bell. I gulped and sucked on my pacifier a little more when I looked up to see Miss Beth opening the door. “Carole, so nice of you to come,” she said warmly. Then she smiled at me and in that voice that made my tummy to a flip-flop, she said, “And little Tommy. I see you’ve learned not to be late. How nice. Won’t you both come in? Tommy, you remember where the cloak room is don’t you?” Wait… I’m not here for a… I’m here to… Before I could say anything though, Mommy’s hand was in the middle of my back gently urging me inside as she merely said, “Go ahead sweetie… do as she asks. Mommy will be in the sitting room if you need me.” And before I processed what she said, Miss Beth had my wrist and gently tugging me towards the cloak room. Once inside, she went to the shelf to find my basket. As she reached, she explained a little, “I know you’re not here for a babysitting session Tom, but I like to keep to a routine for all my little ones. Now, shorts, shoes, and socks dear. You can keep your shirt for now.” When I hadn’t moved a muscle, she stared at me and put her hands on her hips. She raised an eyebrow. Then she said in a cold, quiet voice, “Tom, do you want to look over my computer system? Or would you like me to take you to the playroom and introduce you to mister paddle again?” I felt panic rising in my chest and felt a short spurt of pee into my diaper. What IS it about this woman??? She can be so intimidating that I wet myself!! I kicked off my shoes and started to reach for my shorts as I mumbled around my pacifier, “No Mith Beth… I need to see the comtuter…” She smiled and lowered her hands from her hips as I obeyed, bracing myself with one hand on the wall as I tugged each sock off and quietly put my things in the basket. She put the basket up, took my hand and locked the door behind us. Then she led me up a rather grand staircase to the second floor. She explained, “The upstairs is generally off limits to my clients. But you’ll be an exception if we start working together.” Down a hallway and she opened a door to what might have been a guest bedroom. But instead of a bed, the room was filled with a computer server, work desk, filing cabinets and a rack of monitors. As we stood in the middle of the room, she started explaining: “Now, I wrote down the current password for you. I change it every month. There’s nothing in those cabinets that could be of any interest, so I’ve locked them. Those are the video surveillance monitors. Like I explained to you before, they’re a live feed but there’s no connection to the network and no recording devices. A couple of them like the playroom and the doctor’s office include audio, but most of them don’t.” I blinked and looked at the monitors. The playroom showed to be empty. And yes, a small room with what looked like a doctor’s examination table. Then I saw Katherine in the kitchen, and there was Mommy, sitting in the sitting room. The front hall and another room that looked like a nursery, with adult sized crib. “Here are some notes from the original developer,” Miss Beth’s voice broke in and I looked at her. She held a small notebook as she pulled out a chair from the work desk. She nodded towards the chair and said simply, “Sit.” I sat down and started to look at the computer screen and notebook. Then she took a step to the door and turned to look at me with her hand on the knob. She spoke professionally and clearly, “You have about two hours until dinner. If you could write up a little memo or proposal of what you think should be done, I can read it over later. Then we can see what happens, that sound okay to you?” I took out my pacifier and set it down next to the mouse on the desk. My eyes noticed the note with the password. At least that seemed like a good password, nothing too obvious. I looked at her and said, “Yes, I can do that. I can rank things from serious to just general improvements.” She nodded and answered, “Good, then if I like how this works out, I can talk to you about my other thoughts.” She started to turn away and stopped to look at me again, “Oh and Tommy…. I don’t think I need to mention what happens to curious little boys that go wandering around my house when they should be working.” I felt my eyes widen as I gulped and responded, “No Miss Beth, I understand completely.” She smiled and left. I stared at the door for a moment, then a thought occurred to me. I spun around in time to see her walking across the front entry way on one of the monitors. Then she was on the sitting room camera, sitting down next to Mommy. They chatted for a few moments when I saw Miss Beth pick up a small bell and ring for Katherine. I stared at the three women on one monitor. Katherine had set down a tray with cups and saucers, but now she stood as Miss Beth spoke. Damn I wish this one had audio… Miss Beth spoke to her, then said something to Mommy, then back to Katherine. Suddenly Mommy sat up straight and said something. Miss Beth nodded and spoke to Katherine again. Then Katherine returned through the playroom to the kitchen again. Mommy and Miss Beth relaxed and had some tea or coffee. They’re up to something. And I’ll bet a week’s pay that it involves me! But nothing else happened. They sat there, sipping tea while Katherine was moving about the kitchen, apparently cooking dinner. I glanced over at the computer screen and tried logging in with the password. Soon I was in my element, searching through code, checking directory permissions, looking at the web services engine and checking security permissions. All in all, the system was pretty decent. I did find a user account that had admin permissions that hadn’t been used in a few months. Then I realized it was enabled for remote access. Now Miss Beth has local access, why would she… Maybe it’s the previous… Wait… Sure enough. The previous developer had left a ‘back door’ into the system. They could log in remotely and do just about anything. Including access her customer database and… What’s this? A file called ‘nannys notes’. I felt a little thrilled. She said not to go wandering around the house. But she didn’t say I couldn’t snoop a little on the computer. When I opened the file, I felt myself smile. It was just what the name implied, Miss Beth kept notes on her clients: 8/28/xx Newborn today, Tommy. Sheesh what a crybaby. But Carole seems quite taken with him. Make a note, Tommy does NOT like poopie diapers. But he took his paddling well, maybe I’ll get to have him over my knee again some time. Totally new to the scene, but I think he’s going to make a great little boy for Carole. 7/7/xx Today Jackie kept pushing his ‘thingie’ at his sister Jill. So she slapped it, LOL! When Jacke cried and tried to get her in trouble, I took him aside and paddled him. As usual, he jerked off after that. 6/30/xx Jill was a handful. She insisted I let her use her usual toy and keep it in her diaper. She flirted as she masturbated. I swear she might be bi. 6/21/xx Jill wasn’t playing today, but she dropped by with Jackie. I let Jill relax with some wine in the sitting room while I gave Jackie a quick paddling. I think she’s on her period and they just needed a quick hour. 5/20/xx Sissy Jimmy is so cute. He has been really needy today, his Daddy put him in chastity until the weekend. He’s REALLY looking forward to Memorial weekend when his Daddy said they are going to Florida. Honestly, his dick is as small as Mikey. This was some very private stuff. I should tell Miss Beth we need to secure this better. I scrolled down a couple of pages. 11/15/xx Katherine’s husband is out of town. So, I scolded her for some trivial thing. She’s cute when she blushes. I reprimanded her for a good couple of minutes, slapped her butt once, and sent her back to ‘work’. She went into the kitchen, and I went upstairs to watch her. She leaned over the island counter and put her hand in her panties to have her little fun. It’ll probably hold her over until her husband gets home. 10/28/xx Poor Mikey/Shelly. When he’s all dressed up like Sarah’s baby girl, he’s so cute. Of course, with his ‘cousin’ Sammy also here today, he will just have to wait. But they played together wonderfully, just two cute little girls, played with dollies the whole time. Sarah tells me he voluntarily puts his ‘little house’ on when he’s playing with Sammy. Talk about being devoted to his wife/mommy. And I know Sarah will let him have fun once she drops off Sammy at her sister’s. 9/18/xx Little Sam had a doctor’s appointment. So nervous when Doctor Beth called him out for masturbating again. Of course I didn’t really know, but his red face confirmed my guess. Talked with his ‘mommy’ and we agreed, perhaps Little Sam should be back in diapers for a while. Of course that started the usual water works. But she and I cajoled him into one (as usual) and he earned a lollipop for being a good boy. Hmm… Sarah and Mikey?? Aren’t they the ones we’re having dinner with? I guessed what ‘little house’ meant. I stopped reading. I knew if strangers were reading that entry about me being a ‘crybaby’, I’d be upset. So, to be respectful of other’s privacy, I closed the file and just made some notes about password-protecting it. I squirmed for a minute, thinking about what else might happen in those other rooms, but went back to work. Soon I had a pretty good overview of everything. I had four ‘must do’ things to improve security and protect things, including her client’s privacy. And about six or seven ‘suggestions’. As I wrote up my findings in an informal proposal, I was mentally tallying how many hours each would probably take. I put it all in a nice business letter format and was about to save it when it struck me: Hours times rate would be… Oops… I’m not being paid money. Those hours… might turn into babysitting time… GULP! My mind snapped back from ‘professional’ to ‘Mommy’s baby boy’. I looked up at a soft tap on the door. As it opened, I saw Katherine leaning halfway in. She seemed a little nervous as she smiled weakly and said, “Um… the other guests will be here soon. Miss Beth wanted me to… to get you dressed for dinner.” Without saying another word, she stepped fully into the room and showed me what she had behind her back. I felt my eyes bug-out at the party dress she held on a hanger. It was white with pink ribbon around the waist. The hem seemed awfully short, and the shoulders… some sort of puffed out sleeves.  Flustered, I shook my head and blurted out, “What? Nuuuu…. No, I don’t think so..” She dipped her chin and said, “Miss Beth said, little Mikey will be wearing the exact same outfit. Your Mommy said you two can look like twins.” I felt another spurt of pee in my diaper and managed to clench it off. I felt my will power slipping. Mommy wants it?? Katherine’s voice was almost pleading as she added, “Please, Miss Beth says if you make a fuss, we BOTH get paddled. You for not obeying, and me for not doing as I’m told.” I looked at her. Her eyes were hopeful. My memory flashed back to the first time I met her. She was relaxed and telling me about working for Miss Beth. Her husband and her role playing a little. And she helped Miss Beth when … when I needed my poopie diaper changed. She never laughed, or teased. I couldn’t let her suffer because of me. I felt my shoulders sag as I sighed. I nodded and gave in, simply saying “Okay.” She brightened and came further into the room. She was efficient and all business now, “Okay, take off your shirt. I hope you don’t need a diaper change, I don’t do those without Mistress.” I wriggled my arms and pulled my shirt over my head as I answered, “Not too wet yet. I’m good.” With my vision restored after pulling my shirt off, she was kneeling in front of me holding out the frilliest panties I’d ever seen. Ribbons across the bottom, bow in the front, lace everywhere. She held them in front of my feet. When I didn’t move a muscle, all she said was, “Oh come on… you’ll look cute.” I relented and let her pull them up my legs as I stood. Then the soft silkiness of the dress fell around me. I didn’t feel it against my legs though. A quick look showed why, the hem barely came halfway down the panties. Then she had something in her hand, at first I thought it was another pair of baby pants. Just as frilly, matching colors and lace. She reached up as she explained, “Mikey’s hair is grown out so he’ll probably have pigtails. But your boy haircut needs to be covered up.” And with that I realized she was reaching up and pulling it over my head. A BABY BONNET!!?!?! She was tying the string under my shin when we heard the doorbell. The chime rang through the whole house. She got a little flustered, “O dear! I need to answer that. Look, here’s your baby girl socks and shoes. Put them on and come down to the sitting room. I’ve got to run.” And with that she was out the door, leaving it open. I stood there for a moment, holding the socks and shoes she had handed me.  Ankle socks and Mary Janes. Figures. I dropped back down in the chair. I felt something in the pit of my stomach. I heard the doorbell again and looked over to the monitors. There was Katherine rushing across the entryway and opening the door. I leaned closer to see a smartly dressed woman and… and a little girl in a matching outfit. Only part of my head told me, No, not a little girl. Another baby boy, Mikey. With his mommy Sarah. I squinted, if not for his size, he DID look a lot like a little girl that might be going to a birthday party. Hair in pigtails and ribbons. Same dress with those puffy sleeves. The same shoes, and yes. The same bulging, lacy, panties. I watched as Katherine led them to the sitting room. Mommy and Miss Beth greeted them, Mommy giving the ‘little girl’ a quick hug. They seemed to be chatting when I saw them all look towards Katherine. She gestured, pointing towards the upstairs and I squirmed. Miss Beth looked up at the camera, but I saw Mommy put her hand gently on Miss Beth’s arm. She said something and then left the room. She crossed the entryway and I knew she was coming up to get me. When she reached the door she stopped and smiled. She didn’t say anything for a moment, then she spoke softly, “Sweetie, you look adorable. There’s someone downstairs I’d like you to meet.” I pouted; I felt my eyes water a little. All I could think of to say was, “Do I have to Mommy?” She walked to me and saw the pacifier on the desk. She picked it up and gently held it to my lips as she stepped even closer, gently pulling my head against her tummy. The bonnet crinkled in my ears as her fingers gently stroked. I heard her whispering, “Just for tonight sweetie. See how it feels. Can you do that for Mommy? I won’t ask you to do it again unless you like it. Please? Come meet little Shelly? She’s eager to meet you.” Suckling the pacifier helped, it always does. And her scent as I nuzzled against her belly. She didn’t say another word, just held me close. Mommy asked nicely. No orders, no threats. I probably don’t HAVE to, but Mommy asked. Just one time…. She helped me with my shoes and soon I was holding her hand, sucking nervously on my pacifier as she opened the door to the sitting room. To Be Continued    

I feel more comfortable with high waisted plastic covers over my diapers so I know they show sometimes. More likely in summer when t shirts ride up. I don’t flash but I don’t hide either

"Mommy doesn't know who you're talking to, baby. If you're talking to her, you've got to call her Mommy." Gwen said as she continued to press her tit into James' mouth.  Gwen made sure he knew who was in charge, and that anything he could do, he could only do with her permission