Baby Talk

I did get a sample pack the were a good pull up, would get more if thay had a girly pattern

If this drums up enough interest, I MIGHT be able to convince Pudding to write an epilogue with me!  So make sure to share with your friends.   Awww!!! ❤️❤️ We are so flattered!!

Mia Moore's Stories inspired part of my story. 💎

Alice's second chance Alice second childhood. By derry. Mom was a good woman. Dad is a good man. Yet my little sister, Alice was, by age 18, a total spoiled brat and a delinquent. She could easily also have ended up being a killer. It is certainly arguable that she deserved to be sent to jail. Now Mom did not believe in hitting children and she did not. She did, however, understand that the word ‘NO’ needs to be heard and understood by children. She never hit me but I knew what was right and what was wrong. I knew that I could not have everything I want. I guess I might have preferred a brother but I was quite happy a few weeks after my 10th birthday when Dad said:  “Roberta you’ve got a little sister, we’re calling her Alice Joan.” I do not have a conscious memory of my early childhood. I think, however, that maybe Alice got more of her way than I did. I do not think I was jealous. However even by the time Alice was six I thought there were worrying signs. Then it happened. Mom was in a bank. Someone tried to rob it. A frightened security guard did not aim properly. Mom died. I carried on my education. I was already doing well. I got both athletic and academic scholarships so I was able to get to college and do well in Computer Science without any special help from Dad. It is true that Mom’s death caused real trauma to little Alice. It wasn’t a picnic for me. Dad reacted by trying to be nice to his little girl. I seemed to be coping so was left alone. So little Alice got everything she wanted. I do not know how many au pairs they got through. I think that, by the age of 10, Alice had in effect the ability to sack a hard working adult who did good house keeping but tried to set limits. I later heard that from age 14 to 17 Alice had minor scrapes with the law. Dad was always able to talk the cops or the prosecutor out of causing any real consequences for Alice. My aunt Christine, who taught in a state where the paddle is allowed in school, had often said: “Alice needs to be spanked, spare the rod and spoil the child.” When I was 16 and Alice 6, I thought my Aunt was crazy. By the time I was 20 and Alice age 10 was being a total brat I thought that maybe Aunt had a point. I was at college by then. It was at college that I got my first experiences of spanking. I thought that to get on, I needed to pledge this fashionable Sorority. Part of the initiation was submitting to a spanking, in front of some Sorority sisters. I wanted status and popularity so I let I happen. I did not like the idea of being spanked, but I thought that the advantages of Sorority membership were worth it. It was MUCH worse than I thought. For a start there were over 40 drunk or high college girls there to watch. The next thing was that Jane Graham, one of the few women I have ever met who was both taller and stronger than me, took charge. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. Next she sat on a chair that had clearly designed mainly with across the knees spanking in mind. Next Jane told me to put my hands behind my back. I obeyed her.  I had heard as rumour that this ‘bondage’ was a part of the ‘initiation’. I expected a token effort. I was wrong.  Ms Graham tied my hands very tightly indeed. I actually thought that this discomfort would likely be worse than the actual spanking. I turned out to be wrong The next bit was a huge shock. My panties came down too. I said: “Hey I never said you could do that, Stop!” My words were ignored. One hand firmly held one of my pinioned arms, I still felt unsteady and unsafe. The first few spanks, with Jane’s hands hurt a bit more than I expected. Then she picked up a huge heavy hairbrush. WHAP! It hurt like hell. WHAP it hurt more. I started struggling and kicking but, strong and athletic though I was and am it was useless. Inside a minute I was actually crying. I think she carried on the spanking for about three more minutes. I was VERY glad when it was over. I found out that nobody was allowed to pledge this particular sorority until they had been persuaded to really cry during a spanking. At the time of my spanking I doubt that the hairbrush had ever been used to brush hair. Now I am strong and athletic. I keep my body in a good state. So when Ms Graham moved on I got nominated to take charge of the spankings. Most of the kids who were pledging were really nice. I found it hard to put all my strength into hurting them. A few were incredibly arrogant and I actually found I LIKED hurting those girls. The next year I left the sorority. I had spanked a dozen new pledges. This was normal. After the spanking, new pledges had to recite a long oath. Now one girl, Amy, had a speech problem. She failed to recite it properly. I was told to spank her again. I did. Then Amy tried again to speak the words. She again failed. I was again told to spank her. She was already crying. I felt a third spanking of Amy would be cruel and unfair. Forty or fifty sadistic co eds yelled for more. I was not prepared to do that. I walked out of the Sorority House never to darken its doors again. I held Amy’s hand. I also took with me the hairbrush. It was an incredibly heavy wooden thing. It had plainly been made mainly for hurting rather than tidying hair. I got the back of the Sorority hairbrush disinfected. I then found myself using the hairbrush to, err brush hair. I attended all my sister’s birthdays. Until she was about 15, brattily though she BEHAVED, my little sister LOOKED quite adorable. She has those girlish freckles and cute, curly red hair. She was always a pleasure to see. She combined an angelic face with devilish behaviour. Then it all changed. Alice wanted to be called A-J, rather than her real name. When I saw her at the party ‘A-J’ was all ‘Goth’. She got her hair treated to be straight. She had it dyed jet black. Then she got into make up. Most of her face was made up as very white. However the make up around her eyes was blood red. Her lipstick was jet black. A-J had her lower lip pierced. The jewellery she wore on her lower lip and ears were solid silver skulls. Most of her clothes were also jet black. She usually wore black pants. However sometimes she had a short black skirt and blood red stockings or panty hose. Dad had some financial problems. Some of it was the amount of money he had lavished on meeting his little girl’s every whim. He looked like he might go bankrupt. Alice got very poor SAT scores. She was not to graduate High School. She did not seem to know what she would do. I need you to understand that Alice did not have a learning disability, except maybe laziness. She was allowed not to bother so she did not bother. It all changed one April day. I am shocked that Alice was able to buy booze so easily. Despite her efforts with push up bras she had rather modest breasts. Mom and dad made an interesting looking couple. She was just under six foot. He was just over five foot. By the time she was 18 Alice and I were in some ways more remarkable. I am just OVER six foot and Alice just UNDER five foot. Alice had access to Dad’s SUV. Given her height, even with skyscraper footwear, it was amazing that any bar would admit her but she managed to get lots of beer. God was smiling on Patrick and James Holly that Sunday afternoon. Patrick was on a bicycle with his 1 year old son at the back. They had no chance of seeing the car Alice drove far too fast, the wrong way on a one way street... Alice actually drove her car off the road into a field. She hit the front wheel of the cycle. Patrick and James were thrown off. Luckily there was lots of cut gras-s. Their injuries were slight. Alice could easily have died herself but she was helped out by a cop before the car exploded. When she was arrested Alice was, as usual, dressed Goth. She had black pants and a black sweater. This time her lipstick was red, but incredibly vivid blood red. The silver skull stud was still in her lips. The rest of her face was made up white as a sheet and her hair died black as coal. Her bra was designed to give an impression that she had more than was the actual case. Silver skulls also dangled from her ears. I heard that her lawyer had difficulties in getting Alice to change her appearance for her trial, or rather her guilty plea. I saw her there. She looked about 14, maybe younger, and very innocent. It shows how misleading appearance can be. Now Patrick Holly, the adult victim, deeply believed in his view of Christianity. He urged forgiveness. So Alice was only sentenced to ‘time served’ about 5 weeks, plus a 7 year driving ban. Still of course Alice had a felony conviction. Her brief period in jail prevented her High School graduation. She had zero prospect of college and very little of getting any reasonable job. Dad’s debts meant that he had to sell his home. He found a job at a small hotel in Montana. It included accommodation, but not for Alice, who was still calling herself  A-J. I was doing okay. I had just bought house jointly with Aunt Christine, mom’s brother Bob’s widow. I was making reasonable money but property prices were very high in the town I worked. Plus Christine had just found a new teaching job in the same place. It made sense. The day we signed the papers on our new home Christine told me of her lovely visit with her friend Brian, a divorced father and his incredibly tall, clever and cute 11 year old daughter, Molly. We had nice home and good jobs. Alice, on the other hand; was a homeless, jobless and desperate ex con. She asked for my help. I felt she had caused her own problems. Yet I could not say ‘no’ to my desperate sister, despite her behaviour. So she moved in. Christine and I made it clear that we expected her to find a job. A-J lost her first waitress job and did not seem to be working too hard to find another. Her room was a tip. She was acting like a total brat for the first week of that summer. I was relieved that she gave up the ‘Goth’ image. However, she quickly found an almost equally frightening alternative. It was the ‘bimbo’ look. Her bras were even more pneumatic. Her beautiful red curly hair had already had all the black dye taken out. However she again arranged the hair to give a false impression of height. And it was again dyed, this time blond. The bimbo look was less unpleasant to look at than the Goth version.  I feared she was more likely to get herself pregnant (or be it with male help.). Her skirts and dresses were always well above the knees. She wore stockings more often than pantyhose. Christine was studying and preparing for her new post as deputy Principal at the local Junior High. She was hoping to write a book. One Tuesday things seemed to be going wonderfully. I thought that Alice was finally going to take responsibility. I was going able to save the extra cost of gasoline. Not that this was high, what with my hybrid car. Christine drove me in to the next town. But first we had to go to get Alice to the bus stop. If she was going the same way we were I would, of course, have driven her all the way. I had given ‘A-J’ money for her lunch and the bus fare so she could look for a job. I was hoping she would start to learn adult responsibility. She was indeed dressed as a modest, sober job seeker when I dropped her at the bus stop. For instance her skirt went well below her knees. Christine did some research with actual books and doc-uments at a local library. I did computer work. A job I thought would take 6 hours was over in less than half an hour. Christine had also found the information she wanted quickly. So we had a lovely lunch. During the lunch I met a lady I knew. She was Dr Mina Shah. Mina worked both as a General Practitioner and a Paediatrician. Just before I left for college Mina had treated both me and little Alice. She asked about Alice. I told the good doctor that Alice had behaved very badly, but that I thought that she had now learned her lesson. Then Christine remembered a lovely old movie in the listings for the TV that afternoon. So we drove home looking forward to a pleasant, relaxing afternoon. Christine and I were feeling good as we drove home. As soon as we reached the house we had the first shock. Christine’s car was gone. It had sentimental value for my aunt. It was also a clas-sic with some financial value. My new home mate was very smart but not wonderfully organized. She literally did not remember the licence plate number. She was asked about it by the cops when she phoned. She agreed to ring them back. CRASH! I heard loud noise loud noise. My Prius had been rear ended in the driveway. I wondered about the damage. Then I saw Christine’s clas-sic car, also a little damaged. The driver’s door of Christine’s car opened. Out came A-J. She was NOT dressed for a job interview, well not for any job I’d want her to apply for. Her dress scarcely covered her butt. I saw a man who seemed well into his 20s get out of the pas-senger door. I was incredibly angry. I thank fate, God, or whatever for something on the table. It was my hairbrush. I saw it just as the front door was opening. For 7 years I had used the implement I had taken from the sorority for my hair. Now I decided to return to its original use. I yelled as she opened the front door. ]“You stupid little brat. You know it won’t be legal for you to drive for years. How could you?” Then I took full advantage of being the stronger and bigger as well as the older sister. I dragged Alice to the sofa and across my knees. I did not need to pull her skirt out of the way. It was so short that my target was clear. In a second Alice’s sensual sexy panties were around her knees. Then I too hold of her hands with one hand and grabbed the hairbrush with the other. “What are you doing you …?” A-J could not think the right word. “I’m going to SPANK my naughty LITTLE sister. Something that’s long overdue.” The young man saw the first half a dozen blows. He saw Christine who had come down stairs. The man said: “I’m sorry, if I’d known she was that young I’d have never kissed her.” He then left. Within a minute Alice was crying and kicking desperate to escape. “This is child abuse, you can’t…” I ignored it and the spanking went on for half an hour. She was almost out of tears when I finished. She was also totally defeated. “Now, go to the corner, and leave your panties where they are. Oh and keep silent!” Alice obeyed. Then I talked to her. “Now Alice Joan you are 18, so what I did could not be child abuse. If you want to call the police, that’s fine. I think I will get a fine for a minor as-sault. But you, well you’ll go to jail for driving illegally and using a car without permission.” From that day, Alice’s life then changed totally. We did some research. Firstly we removed most of her intimate hair. Then we found a specialist bra shop. A-J had worn bras designed to give maximum emphasis to her chest. All those bras were given to a good will shop. Instead we found ‘training bras' tending to flatten her front. We also found folk who would fill in the ear (and other) piercings. During those trips Alice wore rather childish pink overalls. They turned out to be a disadvantage when I needed to take her into the lady’s room to get to the bottom of a tantrum she was throwing.

I completely get your point and it would have been easy for Jake to live happily ever after as a baby but I feel like he needs to face adult life again to fully understand what he really wants. I'm still in the early stages of this story and I don't want to spoil anything but I can reveal that Christina will reappear when Jake needs her!