dave_the_baby

My boyfriend and I have a spanking planned for next visit, and I was wondering if there was any kind of cream for post-spanking to ease the pain. Any recommendations?

Chapter 3 I woke up the next morning in a wet diaper. I felt butterflies in my stomach as a few questions ran threw my head. What are the remote's settings? What kind of punishments will I get if I have accidents? I decided not to contemplate it. I'd probably find out soon enough. Daddy changed my diaper and we went downstairs for breakfast. I went downstairs and had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. When I was done eating, I stood up and felt my diaper sag. Butterflies again-- I knew I was in trouble. At least one question was answered- I was in stealth wetting mode. To avoid accidents, I'd have to sit on the toilet immediately after drinking something. For now, however, I had to find Daddy. I waddled off and found him in the dining room. "Daddy," I said, head bowed down, "I had an accident." "Already?" Daddy replied. "Davie, you're getting too big for diapers." "It was an accident, daddy," I replied. "Well, come on. You're getting a spanking." "No daddy," I pleaded. "Please, it was an accident." "Accident or not, you're getting a spanking." And with that, Daddy took my hand and dragged me to his room. He took off my diaper and laid me down on my belly. I clenched, waiting for the first swat. After what felt like about 10 minutes, it came. My bottom stung and I winced in pain. Then came another swat, and another, and another, until I got twenty swats total. The spanking was over, so Daddy put me in a dry diaper. "Now remember," daddy said, "you need to use the toilet, or you get another spanking. Understand?" "Yes, daddy," I said. "Now let's go downstairs and watch a movie." After the movie, we had lunch- grilled cheese, mac'n'cheese, and milk. I forgot completely about stealth mode, and when I finished my lunch and stood up, I felt my diaper sag. I blushed a little, and daddy saw. "What's wrong, davie?" he asked. "Nothing," I said, looking down to the ground. "You had another accident, didn't you?" "No..." I said. Daddy reached into my pants and pinched my diaper. "Davie, you lied to me." "I'm sorry, daddy. I just didn't want to get punished again." "Well, then you're in even bigger trouble." "No, please daddy. I'm sorry, I won't do it again." "You lied to me, Davie. You know better than to lie. Now come on." And with that, Daddy took my hand and brought me to his room. Then he restrained me to the bed with me lying down on my back. "Why didn't you take off my diaper, Daddy?" I asked. "You'll see," he said. He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a few ice cubes inside of a ziplock bag. As he approached me, I struggled against the restraints. "No, please daddy!" I begged, but he didn't listen to me. He put the bag of ice down my butt. It felt both icy cold and hot at the same time. Daddy left the room and didn't come back for an hour. At the end of the hour, Daddy came back and took the bag of ice (which had since melted) out of my diaper, and then he slid my diaper off. "Time for part two of your punishment," he said. He took some icy hot balm out of the cupboard and smeared some on his hands. "No, please Daddy!" I begged. He took a pacifier gag out of the cupboard and fastened it on me, then he shushed me. And with that, he smeared the icy hot on my penis. I squinted in pain as it burned. Then he jerked me off. The pain was excruciating, but he didn't stop. He kept jerking me off for 20 minutes, even after I came. By the time he was done I was screaming against the gag. "And now you stay there and think about what you did," Daddy said. "I'll pick you up at dinner time." He closed the blinds and turned out the lights, then left, closing the door behind him.

That would be nice, but I'd prefer a male to do it.

I only shave my bush when my penis starts getting stuck in those hairs (that is so annoying. x.x) No decorations. I wouldn't mind some chastity devices though. Nope, no name.

It hit 100 degrees down here. It's not so bad while I'm working (somehow I can handle just about any temperature on the job, mostly because I work at Publix and they only make me go out for carryout)

I wouldn't act like a kid 24/7, but I wouldn't mind being diapered 24/7...but that's more of a cost problem than a social problem (seeing as nobody would have to know). But what WOULD be nice, if it was socially acceptable, diapered in public with short shorts on, on a leash with my daddy.

Granted, the outdoor grill gets enough gas, but the main course gets overcooked. I wish I had a fish that liked to make chicken dish.

Last night I had a dream that Eric Cartman and Kyle Brovlasky (or however you spell that) had a bet to see which one could hold their pee in the longest, and the loser had to sit in the diaper for 24 hours. Cartman lost (which I know, never happens). So then Kyle takes Cartman's pants and leaves him in the stall. That's about all I remember.

Sorry it took a while. I'm working on a video game and a movie project on the side. Chapter 2 Despite the fact that I never wet the bed, Daddy has me wear a diaper every night and snuggle with him. From time to time, he'll put my hand in warm water when I'm asleep to create an "accident." When I woke up this morning, I was wet. I assumed this time daddy had used the remote. "Aww, did my baby Davie have an accident?" Daddy cooed. "Daddy," I whined, "I'm notta baby. I'm a big boy." "Of course you are, sweetie," daddy said, kissing me on the forehead. "Now lie down. Let's get you changed." So I laid down on my back and daddy took off my diaper. He wiped me down and then put a new dry one on (for ageplay, we generally use an ABU Cushie (because they're so cute ) and reserve the Abenas for bondage or bed-time). Daddy then took my hand and brought me to the kitchen. I prepared a bowl of Fruit Loops cereal and sat down to eat. As I ate I read the comics in the newspaper (it was sunday, and that is part of my routine). When I finished up, I noticed something curious: my diaper was wet. I never remembered wetting it. Then I realized something: the remote had a "stealth wetting mode," which means that if it's turned on, I'll wet myself without feeling anything. When I play as a five-year old, I play as one who did not do too well in potty training, so stealth mode is perfect for the roleplay. I walked off to find daddy for a change. "Daddy," I mumbled, acting embarrassed, "I wet my diaper." "Davie, we talked about this. Big boys use the toilet." "I know, daddy. It was an accident." "Okay, let's get you changed." Daddy took me into our room and changed my diaper, then we went into the recreation room, put in a DVD of Arthur, and I sat on daddy's lap and watched it with him. About halfway through the episode, Daddy asked "would you like some juice?" "Yes pwease," I said. I stood up and daddy went to get the juice. He was gone for a few minutes, then he came back with a cup. I sat back down on his lap and drank it. After a few minutes, Daddy said, "Davie, you wet your diaper again." I looked down. Sure enough, it was wet. "I didn't mean to, Daddy. It was an accident." "Big boys only have accidents occassionaly. You've never made it to the toilet in time. Maybe you should spend more time in the crib." "No! I'm not a baby!" "Oh yes you are. Big boys don't need diapers." About that moment, my bowels started acting up. Sometimes when Daddy gets juice, he dissolves a few laxatives inside. I squirmed but I could not help it. I messed my diaper. "Little baby boy is stinky now," Daddy said. "Let's get you all washed up and changed." So daddy brought me to the bathroom, took off the diaper, emptied the poop into the toilet, and threw the diaper away. Then he put me in the bathtub, turned the water on and started washing me. "No, daddy," I protested. "I'm a big boy. I can wash myself." "No, Davie, you're my little baby until I say otherwise. That means you cannot speak, you cannot walk, and you have to do everything I say. If you don't, you'll get a spanking. Understand?" My butt was still hurting from yesterday's spanking so I didn't really want another one. So in response I said "goo!" "Good boy," daddy said. He scrubbed behind the ears and lathered my hair with shampoo, then washed it off after a few minutes (I may be his baby, but I still have to use Dandruff shampoo). After the bath was over, Daddy took me out, dried me, and brought me to the nursery. Daddy laid me down on the floor and took out another diaper, only this time instead of an Abena he was using an ABU Cushie. He wiped me down and then sprinkled baby powder over me, then slid the back of the diaper underneath my butt, slid the front over my crotch, then fastened the two ends together. "And now it's naptime," Daddy said. I was too big to pick up, so I had to climb into the crib. Daddy took out the restraints and tied my wrists and ankles to the bars. "But I'm not tired, daddy," I whined. He sighed and said, "I'll be right back." Daddy came back a few minutes later with a bottle filled with milk, then he placed it over my lips. I knew he wasn't going to go away until I drank it, so I did. Apparently daddy put some sleeping powder in the milk, as I started to fall asleep as I drank it. When I woke up, I found something interesting: I was dry, and I felt like I had to pee. "Dada!" I called. He came in. "I hafta pee," I whined. Daddy was holding the remote. "Can I go potty?" I asked. "No," Daddy replied, and with that he pressed a button on the remote. Suddenly the urge to pee was getting stronger, to the point where I couldn't hold it in. I squirmed and fidgeted, but the diaper got soaked and leaked on to the mattress. "Now you just sit there for the next thirty minutes," Daddy said sternly. "But daddy, it's uncomfowtable," I whined. After saying that, Daddy got the pacifier gag out of the closet and put it on me. "No talking," he said. "This is your punishment for not using the toilet." With that, he left me alone in the nursery. The next thirty minutes passed by very slowly, but after what felt like several hours Daddy came back in. "Are you ready to start using the toilet?" Daddy said as he unfastened the pacifier gag. I nodded. "Good," he said as he unfastened me. "There will be more punishments for future accidents, just to give you a little incentive to try harder. I'll let bedwetting pass, but daytime accidents are a no-no." "Yes, daddy," I said. "Okay then," he said. "We start tomorrow."

Around five-ish. Still padded though.

I'm single, asexual, and never had a partner. Would like a daddy though.

I was making this story before, but I wanted to rewrite it to fit more of my fantasies. If there was a remote like this, I would definetly want it, and I would definetly want my daddy to use it like it was used in the story. I do not have a daddy, but if I ever get one I hope he can read this story to get a better feel of what I like. :-) Chapter 1 My name is David, but you can call me Davie. I like to ageplay as a 5-year old who still wears diapers, and other times I like to be bound and diapered. I love the feeling of a wet diaper. I always have. I live with my daddy, Paul. We're both attracted to men, but I don't really like sex. The whole diaper scene is more of a fun thing to me, and I enjoy my times with daddy. One day he found an ad in the paper to increase our fun: a remote controlled device specifically for diapered ageplayers. After some minor surgery to put a small computer in the bladder, all it takes is the press of a button and the wearer wets himself. The device could also be set on a timer or go off in "stealth mode," meaning that the ageplayer would be wet and not even realize it. The device looked costly, but Daddy and I agreed to cover it. So we got the surgery and we went back home. Daddy spent a few hours looking through the instruction manual just to get a feel for how everything worked. I tingled with excitement. I could not wait to be played with. After Daddy had looked through it thoroughly, he said to me, "okay, Davie. I thought we'd start with a little bondage." Well, that's a nice way to start things out. Daddy put me in an Abena and he lay me down on my belly, then restrained my ankles and wrists to the bedposts. To finish it off, Daddy put a pacifier gag in my mouth. He restrained me lying down...that could only mean one thing: spanking. So now I was bound up and gagged, unable to escape my daddy's grasp. And now with the remote, I was his toy. I love that feeling. Daddy pressed a button on my remote..nothing happened. I sat there for a few minutes wondering what was going on, but then suddenly I felt it. It started as a tingling, and then next thing I knew I was flooding my diaper. I squirmed and squirmed, but to no avail-- my diaper flooded. Daddy looked at me sternly. "Davie, did you wet your diaper?" "yes," I said, my voice muffled. "You had an accident, didn't you. You know what that means..." My stomach twisted in a knot. I felt both dread and excitement, knowing what was coming up. Daddy took off my diaper, rolled it into a ball and threw it away. And then came the first swat. I squinted and the next one came, each one getting harder and harder. As it got harder, I squirmed. My eyes started tearing up and I yelled a muffled "no!" He kept going until I started crying, then he gave me ten more good swats. Well now the spanking was over. I was still crying in pain, but I did enjoy it. It was getting late now, however, so Daddy and I decided to go to bed. We'd probably do a little ageplay tomorrow.

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When I was younger, I asked my mom if I could be back in diapers and she thought I needed to talk to a therapist. So now when I buy diapers I claim they're for bedwetting. I can understand if you can't move out. I'm about the same way. My job isn't all that good, I still don't have my license, and I'm on pretty expensive medication (Zyprexa. You do NOT want to see me off of it). My parents also would not be very understanding if they knew I was attracted to men, not women. It's just one of those things...sure, I hate being the only atheist in my house. But it's better than going out on the streets.

I play a padded five year old on Furcadia. Today my sister lol Fox explains to me about potty training. What a strange concept. lol Fox: Are you potty trained? ._. Davidi: No... Davidi: What's potty trainining? lol Fox: Thers no where safe.... lol Fox: *theres lol Fox: Potty training. Is when you use a toilet Davidi: What's a toilet? lol Fox rubs her head lol Fox: a giant diaper? Davidi: But I can't wear giant diapers. D: lol Fox: that you don't wear... Davidi: I have to wear small ones Davidi: oh Davidi scratches head Davidi: I'm confused. lol Fox: Its like. lol Fox: a big bowl.... lol Fox: that you sit on... Davidi gets a salad bowl Davidi: like this? lol Fox: No... lol Fox: er... lol Fox: theres a seat attached to it lol Fox: in the shape of a U Davidi: Davidi: What a strange invention... lol Fox: anyways...once you use it, you flush it down... Davidi: It's genius. Davidi: But one question.... Davidi: do you take it with you? lol Fox: No Davidi: And why don;t I see anyone bringing them with them? lol Fox: They're usually in places called "Bathrooms" Davidi: So what do they do when they have to go? lol Fox: That seperate you by gender... lol Fox: These bathrooms are usually everywhere... Davidi: But when you have to go.... Davidi: You just start running until you get to one? lol Fox: Yes Davidi: hoping your pants don't get totally drenched? lol Fox: Yup.. Davidi: Nah, that seems inefficient lol Fox: but you get used to it lol Fox: the holding part... Davidi: wait, holding? lol Fox: Holding your pee... Davidi: You mean you pee into your hand and hold it there until yoyu get to one? Davidi: THAT'S GROSS! lol Fox: NO lol Fox: NO..NOT THAT. lol Fox: .. =.= lol Fox: err...like..keeping it in your body holding Davidi: like in my mouth? O_O lol Fox: No Davidi: Well then speak some sense! T_T lol Fox: IM TRYING TO PUT IT IN SIMPLE WORDS D: Davidi: I may be five, but I am a mad scientist Davidi: I'm not stupid Starful: You hold it in your bladder. lol Fox: yes i was about to say that Davidi: oh

Like they all said, wear plastic pants. I tend to flood my diapers, so even with the best brands I need them.

I want diapers that tickle you when wet.

I've actually already blocked him and lost the screen name. I might have it in my history, but somehow I don't think putting him on a list is going to do any of us any good. Let's face it, he hates ABs and he's going to keep being a big baby about it.

A couple of days ago an AB hater IMed me and pretended to be a DL/daddy and asked to meet up with me. After about twenty minutes of conversation, he said "I was lying. I'm as straight as an arrow and I hate diapers and ABs." Now don't get me wrong. I believe people are entitled to their own opinions. My sister collects band-aids and she basically got an award for biggest waste of time, and that didn't bother me. But seriously, whoever that guy is, he REALLY needs to find something better to do with his time. And since he obviously has a lot of it, he should get a time-consuming hobby, like writing games or movies. Well, I'm expressing my opinion anyway.

Sorry I took so long to reply, guys. Thanks for the advice. I applied for a claim.

About a month ago, I ordered a pacifier gag from The Dom Depot and I haven't heard back anything. According to paypal, I made the payment, but I never got a receipt from them, or a notice that the transaction had been made. I fowarded the Paypal receipt to them, but I still haven't heard back (it's been over a week since I emailed them) Is there an alternative email on the Dom Depot I'm supposed to email to?

Well, the video is avaliable now. Enjoy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkMh3tHO-ks

Well, one tape makes for a much tighter fit, so I prefer those.

Well, I have a daddy now, and he agreed to spank me until I start crying on our next visit. I also plan to be gagged for this... I'm not sure whether I'm going to hate it or like it, but I'll know for sure by the end of the spanking if I want to do it again.

Well I'm starting to consider getting one. I'm not a furry but I love furry art.