| A Good Time to
-The Other Side
"Are these yours?"
Oh my goodness, no. Daddy had found my new pack of
cigarettes and had them held under my nose. I had
been trying to use the patch but I had run out, gave
in and bought just one last pack. But now I was
caught red-handed. Daddy had been very clear that if
I didn't quit this time he would take control of the
matter for me.
Of course I loved having Daddy take control of me. I
had willingly given him the right to discipline me as
he saw fit some time ago and he accepted the
responsibility. He had not failed in his duty. He
had put me through many training sessions to teach me
to obey and please him. I dearly loved being trained
as he taught me to truly feel my body as he introduced
me to restraints, blindfolds, tickling, sensation
play, plugs that stretched me until I could at last
accept him into my bottom. Yes, Daddy had taught me
to accept pleasure and rewards.
But discipline also meant punishment and I submitted
to the ordeals Daddy would invent to keep me in line.
I wasn't supposed to enjoy punishments too much but I
was too turned by being wrestled down and paddled so
Daddy came up with new methods. Punishment enemas
could teach me a lesson fast. And I tried very hard
to earn the frustration of corner time.
Corner time worked so well on my brattiness that Daddy
expanded the theme and soon I found myself in the
plaid skirt of a schoolgirl. Daddy explained that
when I acted like a child I would be a child. I was
stripped of my adult privileges. No grown up games,
no good TV and I even had to do homework before being
sent to bed early.tied down to the bed if needed.
Nevertheless, I had fun when Daddy did this to me as a
little brattiness was expected and I might even earn a
little lesson when Daddy would make me lift my skirt,
bend over, place my hands on the wall and wait to feel
the kiss of the cane on my backside.
But Daddy would make me even younger if my behavior
didn't improve soon. This was no fun at all and I
hated every second of it. Little girl panties and
dresses, constant spankings and having to be shaved
bare meant that I was very good to get out of this
state when Daddy punished me this way. I was also
terrified of Daddy's promise to go even younger if I
didn't improve. I knew he wasn't joking when he
showed me the bag he said he would use for the next
step down. I knew what was in it and didn't want it
Which is why that little pack had my blood running
cold. I had been rude in public and found myself in
high school status when I had a little fit and threw
my milk on the floor. Daddy did nothing right away as
he never touched me while mad but the next day I was
sent to the salon run my a mutual friend carrying a
sealed note. I went home after being waxed completely
bare from the waist down.
Cotton panties and tights waited for me when I got and
I would have to wear these around the house. The
panties were quite visible through the tights and I
was almost in tears from the shame of having earned
this. I was also getting spanked every few minutes
for every petty offense so my bottom was stinging. He
even spanked me while we had guests earlier by tossing
me roughly over his shoulder for a dozen smacks on my
burning cheeks. Then I had to sit on Daddy's lap
while we talked and our friends kept staring at my
Now Daddy had found the pack and was demanding that I
own up to them. Now I was going to be really punished
but I had to choice but to tell Daddy the truth and
take my punishment.
"Yes, Daddy." I meekly admitted.
"Well Mary, you know very well what this means for
you. I have given you many chances to quit on your
own but it seems you need some help. This was your
last chance and now I am going to make sure you quit.
I have told you many times that I will stand by my
responsibility to treat you the way you act. You have
acted like a baby."
No, no, no. This is too much. I had to get out of
"Daddy, please don't. I've been trying to stop. I
really have but it's so hard. I'm sorry I've been so
bad lately. Please. Please."
I was begging for real now and praying he would take
pity. This was too real for me.
"I know you have but you need my help and I would be a
very bad daddy to not give it to you. You need this
and I will not neglect my baby girl. Now go get the
blue bag and bring it to me."
Baby girl. I was lost now. I was scared and shaking
a little now but it was Daddy's duty to discipline me
as I needed. I could only trust him and submit to
this. I was having trouble walking and had to think
to keep moving my feet as I got that bag and set it at
Daddy took me in his arms and just held me. I was
quivering but it felt so good. I was hoping he'd stop
but I needed him to go on.
"You can't talk anymore now. You may laugh, giggle
or cry but no words. You may not take care of
yourself in any way. You are now dependant on me for
everything. Nod if you understand."
I nodded. Daddy had set a rule and I had no choice
but to obey. The situation was fully out of my
"OK, arms up."
I was stripped of my shirt and tights before being
pulled over Daddy's lap. A glimmer of hope flared in
me. I knew Daddy wouldn't spank me in baby mode so a
spanking meant that I wasn't going all the way down.
I arced my bottom as a sacrifice and peace offering
while I swore to myself to behave until I could grow
But I didn't get spanked. My panties were tugged down
instead. Daddy spread my bottom open and slipped
something inside me. When I felt the fluid flow into
me the fear came flooding back. I had to retain the
saline while Daddy rubbed my body including generous
kneading of my quivering belly. Enemas quickly sapped
my strength and Daddy carried me to the bathroom for
relief and cleaning. I was now naked, helpless and
numb from denial. Daddy just couldn't be doing this
But denial didn't mean that I wasn't lying on a
changing pad for the first time in over two decades.
It didn't mean that Daddy wasn't preparing a.a diaper
for me. I curled up as the crinkling sound filled my
ears. When it touched my skin I couldn't hold back
and tried to push it away. I wasn't going to wear
that thing. I couldn't let it happen.
I stopped. I couldn't disobey now.
"Now lay back and keep your legs open and stay relaxed
while I seal this diaper you."
That was the end of it. I had gotten myself into this
and Daddy was going to give me everything he had
promised. I could only shut my eyes and wait it out.
I was oiled and powdered with the diaper under my
bottom. I was embarrassed to realize how aroused I
was while Daddy applied the oil with long strokes.
Then the diaper was slammed shut with horrible
finality. As the tapes were sealed I felt my tears
start to run. I was ashamed at having earned this
punishment and humiliated to think that I'd have to
use this thing gripping my body.
Daddy held me in his arms and rocked as I cried out
the initial shock. I didn't want this at all but I
wanted Daddy to hold me. I didn't see how this would
get me to quit smoking but I trusted Daddy to punish
But Daddy would keep me from having any chance of
smoking. I limply sat as Daddy jacketed me. As I sat
at the kitchen table I felt the boundaries of my
movement. Movement was soon met with firm canvas
resistance and my hands couldn't reach any part of my
diaper. At least I was able to play with my nipples
although I got little pleasure through two layers of
thick cotton and would never be able to play with my
I looked at the diaper in which I was sealed for the
first time. Just a piece of plastic and padding and
yet it had taken from me every privilege I had ever
earned. I was now a baby girl again and would be
until Daddy said otherwise. I couldn't even feed
myself and had to wait for each spoonful to reach me
as Daddy fed me from baby food jars.
After dinner I had to watch cartoons with a large
pacifier in my mouth. One more token of how helpless
I was filled my mouth. I simply sat and hoped this
wouldn't last too long. Maybe I could be a little
girl again by bedtime if I behaved and accepted this
quietly. As long as I got this diaper off before I
had to use the bathroom.
8:30? Daddy must be kidding to make me go to bed so
soon. And I'm still in this damn diaper. Daddy
carried me into the bedroom and sat me on his lap.
Daddy is obviously not done with me yet. I can tell
from the warm milk in the bottle he's feeding me. OK,
I'll play this game and I'm really thirsty. I took
the nipple in my mouth and suckled the milk down. Two
bottles later I was full and sleepy. Daddy pulled me
close and I was wondering why he was rubbing and
patting my back.
I can't believe I was just burped.
Daddy let me out of the jacket before putting me to
bed. I hoped again that I'd be let out of diaper but
Daddy put my hands into restraining mittens. My
fingers and hands were useless now and Daddy tied my
ankle to the bed frame before pulling the covers over
me. I feel asleep in minutes.
Daddy isn't kidding about this. I awoke later in the
night to the sound of daddy sleeping next to me and
the feel of a full bladder. I lay still staring at
the ceiling and trying to pretend this wasn't
happening. Daddy was really going to make me wet
I held out. It just hurt more and more as time ticked
by. I made Daddy punish me and he was doing it very
well. The hungry padding gripped my skin waiting for
me, taunting me. I winced as another cramp stung
inside me. I deserved this. I was being punished and
I had earned it. I had no choice but to accept it and
wet myself. I cried again as the hot humiliation
spread through my diaper confirming my infancy.
"Aww, does baby need to be changed?"
Daddy had turned on the light and was looking into my
eyes. I was burning with shame as Daddy checked my
"My. It's a good thing I started with the overnight
diapers. This is what happens when you take too long
to wet. Holding it in will only make you suffer.
Just let it go. That's what you are wearing diapers
to do. Now, let's get you changed."
Changed. It wasn't over. Daddy pulled my ankles
together and up to clean me. While daddy cleaned me
in this embarrassing pose he used the wipes to drive
me insane rubbing my lips and between my cheeks then
wiping my wet bottom. I was almost ready to come when
daddy put me in a new diaper. I found myself wishing
I had that binky to suckle.
Daddy finished with me turned off the light. I felt
the fresh diaper kissing my engorged flesh as Daddy
patted my bottom. I was so embarrassed now but I put
my arm around Daddy to thank him for being my Daddy.
When morning came, I knew I needed a smoke. I also
knew I would be stopped from having one. My attempts
to chew through those damn mittens were interrupted
when Daddy woke from my growling.
I spent the next two days in pure misery. Sleep was
hard. I couldn't sit still and I was shaking as I
long for a smoke. And for two days my hands were kept
out of my use as I got over the worst of the
The only good thing was Daddy's kindness. He spent
the whole time comforting me in every way he could.
He bathed my body and washed my hair with the gentlest
touch. He fed me then fed me some more.I was
constantly hungry and Daddy took the time to
spoon-feed me as much as I wanted. Despite the
withdrawal it felt wonderful to be cared for with such
attention. I was still wearing those damnable
diapers. I was kept in overnight diapers even during
the day and the loss of control when I had to fill
them made me still made me feel ashamed as I felt the
wetness cover my bottom. But it was a fair price for
all the care I got. Daddy even made my changes a
special time. I guess I was getting to like being
pampered. I gave Daddy a big hug after he gave my
bottom a good night pat. I slept like a baby that
The worst was over when morning came. I was still a
little shaky and wanted to smoke but I felt so much
better than the last two days. Daddy stripped me of
my soaking diaper and ran a bath for me. I held a
stupid smile on my face as Daddy rubbed an oversized
soapy sponge over my body and massaged baby shampoo
into my scalp. After I was patted dry I was spared
the jacket as Daddy put my hand into restraint mittens
that he tied to the chair for feeding. I made no fuss
when Daddy put me into a fresh diaper and then a
second one leaving my wrapped in extra thick padding
for the morning.
We played for some time and had fun until Daddy put me
down for my nap. My binky was taped to my mouth and I
was blindfolded with my hand tied to the bed before
Daddy pulled the blanket over me. I heard the soft
sounds of baby songs as I drifted to sleep.
Of course I wet that diaper during my naptime. After
Daddy untied me I submissively opened my legs to let
Daddy change me. Instead of changing me, though,
Daddy carried me to the kitchen where he tied me to
the feeding chair while still in the sopping diapers.
"Daddy thinks it's time for you to get used to having
a wet diaper so I'm going to let you enjoy it for a
This was not funny. I ate my lunch while the sodden
padding cling to my skin and squished around my
privates. As if this wasn't bad enough, Daddy made me
drink two more bottles that promised to produce more
wet more diapers. I was still trying to tolerate the
weight around my hips as I sat in Daddy's lap after
lunch. To make it worse, Daddy was molesting my body
as we watched TV. He fondled my body and played with
my nipples when he wasn't rubbing the diaper into my
crotch. Gross as it was I was getting so frustrated
and horny that I was ready to throw a tantrum.
Modesty was pointless so I crawled off Daddy's lap and
between his legs. I made my intent very clear.
"Now you know your need to have something between your
lips is what got you here in the first place.but if
Daddy removed my binky and opened his pants for me. I
took him in my mouth at once. As I worked to please
Daddy I felt the pressure building between my legs. I
struggled to hold off until I was done. I was
fighting to hold it in as I worked faster on Daddy. I
nearly passed out from Daddy filling my mouth as I
filled my diaper. Daddy then bound my hands behind me
and pacified me again. Having my hands tied behind me
is a huge turn on so I could hardly breathe as I sat
on Daddy's lap. Then he put on a rubber glove and
covered it with lube.
"Daddy's going to make you come inside your diaper,
baby girl. I bet you like losing control now. I
don't think you want me to stop now. I even think you
Daddy needed his free hand to hold me down as he
played inside my diaper. I shut my eyes and felt
Daddy's fingers inside my aching pussy as his palm
rubbed my smooth mound. I turned my head and buried
it against Daddy's neck as he made me come inside my
diaper again and again.
I was finally changed into a fresh diaper after a much
needed nap. As I was tugging on my restraints during
my dinner feeing I looked into Daddy's eyes and it hit
me.Daddy won. I was beat. I was Daddy's baby girl
wrapped in a warm diaper and it felt good. I was
spoiled rotten all weekend and it was called a
punishment. I owed a thank you and I felt just how it
should be done. After dinner I straddled the bare
skin of Daddy's leg and rubbed my diaper against his
flesh. I ground myself slowly against him as I stared
into his eyes. I pulled myself to him and let him
feel the warm of my surrender spread with a smile on
"Very good baby girl. Now it's time for you to grow
Daddy bathed me and put me back into the toddler
panties and tights. I was being allowed to grow up
again by being tights punished. I want to play grown
up games again but maybe I can put it off just a
little while longer.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're very welcome, little girl. Now after all this
you aren't going to smoke and put us through this
"I won't Daddy. I promise. Just please treat me the
way I deserve Daddy."
"Always. Of course now that you've grown up to be a
naughty little girl you need to be spanked."
I was spanked until my bottom was burning and I only
wished to have those panties lowered for some better
fun. Daddy led me into the bedroom and bent me over
our bed. I closed my eyes and sucked on my thumb as I
felt Daddy slide into my bottom and filled me until we
both were spent. As I lay still waiting to be put
back into my tights for bed I turned to Daddy.
"When I was a little girl, I was a bed wetter."