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Author's Note: This is the first ever AB story I've decided to share publicly. I'm still rather new to this, so there may be a few rough edges. I'm open to feedback. Still, I hope that people enjoy the story; I tried to make a good blend of sadism and nurturing care. If anyone comments on this, I'll write another chapter and try to make it more nurturing, flesh out the characters a bit more, etc. I also made the character non binary and androgynous, so that more people might be able to identify with them. Also, the characters in this story are all biologically adults, don't worry. Now, without further ado, please enjoy the story. The moment I enter the gaming room, I smell them. It’s an ungodly smell of mud, dirty armpits and unwashed ass. It makes me want to gag, and I subtly head to the bathroom to run them a bath. Considering how much they hate baths, I’m half expecting a grade A meltdown…but the dumb idiot doesn’t seem to notice at all. They’re too busy gaming. What a fucking dumbass They are. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that they’re 20 years old and a grown adult. “Your bath’s ready, swamp ass,” I tell them 10 minutes later. I’ve dumped a fucking half bottle of strawberry bubble bath into the tub, and I pray to God that it’s strong enough to de-funkify Their smelly, rancid ass. With my luck, though, it probably won’t be. They look up in alarm and say ‘A…A bath?” Their eyes are darting around wildly and They’re clearly quite panicked. "Yeah, a bath," I snap. "Don't act so shocked. Your stench is making my eyes water; you need to get cleaned.." They clutch the controller tighter, knuckles whitening. "I don't... I don't need one." I roll my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a headache. Every fucking time with this shit. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe, fixing them with my best 'don't-test-me' glare. "Listen, I didn't waste half a bottle of expensive bubble bath for nothing. You smell like literal shit, and it’s pissing me off. Get your ass in that tub before I drag you there myself." I take a step closer towards them, to show them that I mean business. They gulp, and stand up nervously. “OK. I, I’ll go take a bath,” They say before heading upstairs to the bathroom. Naturally, I follow them; I don’t trust Them to bathe properly without me, even if They are a grown adult. And someone needs to wash their ass; I can smell it even through Their sweatpants. Yuck. The bath is filled to the brim, and foamy water spills forth from it. The water smells of strawberries, a sharp, cleansing smell. They frown as They look at it. “Did you have to use all this stuff?” They whine. God damnit, I hate how they act like a toddler sometimes “Yes,” I reply. “Now get undressed and get in the fucking tub before I spank you.” It’s an empty threat, obviously - I couldn’t bear to spank someone as dirty as They are - but They’re too stupid to realize that. It’s why I keep using it, because it never fails to convince Them. Trembling, They quickly undress, pulling off Their shirt, bra and Their sweatpants. Even from a distance, Their underwear looks grimy and gross. “Undies as well,” I say, with an impatient hand gesture to boot. “Chop chop.” They obey, of course. They’re too scared of me not to obey, and I love it. It may have taken me months of conditioning them through bribes, psychological torment (and even an occasional bout of hypnosis) but they’ve become completely submissive. I’ve even been able to mold Their personality slightly, making them less unsavory and annoying to be around. Unfortunately, though, I haven’t been able to fix Their lack of personal hygiene. As soon as Their underwear gets taken off, I march over to them and shove them into the tub. It usually takes them forever to get in on their own, you see, and I can’t risk having the smell of Their dirty ass stink up the bathroom. Gasping, they pop up from under the bubbles and glare at me. “What was that for?” they ask, rubbing their back. “You hurt me!” I roll my eyes, but I don’t bother to give them any kind of reply. As if I care about their feelings. All I care about is getting them clean, no matter how much it upsets them. I take the loofah from the side of the tub and squirt a generous amount of body wash onto it. The smell of artificial strawberries intensifies, almost masking Their stench. Almost. "Arms up," I command. They hesitate, hugging Their knees to Their chest like a child. "I can wash myself." "Right, because you've proven so capable of that before." I grab Their arm and yank it upward, ignoring Their yelp of protest. "The last time I let you bathe yourself, you just sat in the water for twenty minutes and got out. Didn't even touch the soap." Their face flushes red as I scrub Their armpit with unnecessary force. Good. They should be embarrassed. What kind of adult doesn't know how to clean themselves properly? "That hurts," they whimper, as my loofah scrubs Their armpit thoroughly. Truthfully, I am scrubbing with more force than is necessary. But they deserve it for getting this stinky; I refuse to feel any remorse for it. Instead, I just scrub Their armpit even harder, before moving on to the other one. That one, the right one, smells even worse than the previous one did; I make a note to myself to buy them a stronger deodorant. Still, I don’t like them glaring at me with tears in Their eyes. So, to distract them, I start chatting. “Your 3 month anniversary is coming up,” I remind them, as I scrub Their right armpit. I glance down at the bathwater, subtly, and notice that the water around Their butt is getting brown. I’ll have to scrub them quickly, before they dirty up the entire tub. “3 months since I became your court approved guardian. How time flies, eh? Three months ago, you were a felon who was mugging old ladies and shooting up gangbangers. You were living on the street and wiping your ass with newspapers; now you live here with me in my fancy home, with proper meals and toilet paper. Life’s gotten a lot better, hasn’t it?” They nod eagerly, like a puppy. For a moment, my heart warms toward them, before they promptly ruin it by saying “But…maybe you could stop bathing me. T-to celebrate, I mean?” I make a mental note to amp up the conditioning. I want them to be too submissive to stand up to me or make any demands; I won’t abuse them and I will treat them well - but it will be on my terms, not theirs. Still, I’m feeling generous. So, despite their insolence, I decide to give them an answer anyway. “Maybe once you master wiping yourself properly, I’ll consider it,” I tell them nastily. “Or even washing your ass properly.” It takes a lot of effort not to chuckle, as they blush a fiery red in front of me. My sadistic heart never tires of making them squirm. And speaking of squirming… As I remove my loofah from Their armpits, which are now fresh as a daisy, I can see them moving around gingerly in the water. It irritates me, so I snap “What is it now??” I glare at them also, daggers shooting from my eyes. The temperature in the bathroom drops majorly. “The water feels kind of gross,” they reply, staring down at the tub with downcast eyes. A quick glance shows me the reason why. The water isn’t just brown now, it’s really quite mucky. Clearly, Their butt was even more gross than I’d realized; I’m pissed at myself for not realizing it. I should have known something was up when I was able to smell it through Their own sweatpants. I really can be an idiot sometimes - not that I’d ever admit it to them, of course. I nod encouragingly, as I coax them to exit the tub. They stand up eagerly, and exit the water in a jiffy. As the tub drains, I gaze upon Their naked body. They are surprisingly pretty, despite the fact that they were castrated in jail - the result of a messy prison brawl. It should make them seem disfigured, but instead it makes me want to protect them. I lean down and give them a hug, chuckling as my tits poke them in the back and they wince. For a moment or two, we continue embracing as they lean back into my tits. I smile internally, seeing how much they trust me and feel safe with me, despite my occasional cruelty. But, Their smell soon ends our embrace. “What are you doing?” they ask, as I propel them over to the shower. I turn the water on, making it a mix of lukewarm and cold, and spread their cheeks forcibly. As the water blasts the debris away from their asshole, I deign to give them an answer. “Washing your butt, duh. I wasn’t able to do so in the bath, and you stink down there,” They blush, but they don’t say a word to defend themselves. After all, they know that they’re in the wrong. I grab a clean loofah, and squirt a generous amount of showergel onto it. Then, I work up a good lather and get to work on Their white, smelly asscheeks. I scrub vigorously, covering the area in a white, soapy foam that smells of vanilla and strawberries. Eventually, the smell of shit disappears there, and is replaced with the smell of my showergel. Still, I continue to scrub a little longer, until their asscheeks are shiny and sparkling. Next, I scrub at Their ass crack with ruthless efficiency. The grime coming off makes me want to vomit, but I hold it together. This is what I signed up for, after all. At least the shower spray helped wash away most of the filth. Thank goodness for small mercies. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” I ask them, rolling my eyes as I scrub Their asshole. “I’m seriously tempted to start making supervised baths a requirement. I’m sick and tired of sharing my home with a smelly roommate. You may be 20, but you have the hygiene of a fucking five year old.” Their eyes dart at me in a panic, as I finally remove my loofah. “Y-you can’t be serious!” they protest. “Supervised baths!?” “You heard me,” I tell them, as I place my hands on my hips. With a dominant look on my face, I continue, saying: “I’m not going to kick you out, or make you go back on the street again. I promised the courts that I’d keep you safe when I adopted you, and I intend to keep my word. But, that doesn’t mean you get to stink up the place by not wiping yourself or by not washing your armpits properly. So, until you can prove to me that you can wash yourself like an adult, it’s supervised baths for you. Got that, kiddo?” I smile coldly, daring them to argue. Their mouth moves as they struggle to form words, to protest. I can see the veins trembling in their neck, how their body shudders with a nervous tension. But, in the end, Their conditioning and my hypnosis is too strong. They bow Their head down, and nod submissively in agreement. I’ve won. “Good kiddo,” I croon as I hug them again. They bury their face in my breasts for comfort. I allow them a few moments to bury themselves in my bosom and soothe themselves, before I shove them away from me. I then dig into my linen cabinet and toss them a warm, fluffy towel. “Get dressed and then meet me downstairs. I’ll start making you some pizza,” I tell them. “And don’t forget to apply deodorant before coming down there, or I will spank your ass bloody.” I turn my back and exit the bathroom, leaving them to dry off in peace. ******* After dinner, we cuddle up on the couch together and watch a movie. It’s a Disney movie; I don’t want them to see anything that might stir up any violent thoughts. I sniff Their body regularly, and eagerly inhale the strawberry aroma from their skin. They’re wearing pajamas which I bought them, and I can tell they’re sleepy from the bath; they keep nodding off, and then waking up as their head sinks onto my breasts. Suddenly, unprompted, they say: “Thank you.” “For what?” I ask them, taken by surprise. They’ve been kind to me lately, and somewhat gentle, but they’ve never thanked me before. “For taking me in, and- and for bathing me today,” they say hesitantly. “I-I like how you take care of me, even if you can be a bitch.” I’m tempted to scrub Their mouth out with soap for that swear word that they just used. But I’m so touched by what they just said, that I decide to not be a sadist for once. “Glad to do it, kiddo,” I answer them, as I ruffle their hair. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk me out of those supervised baths this way.” To my surprise, this reply gives rise to some serious swearing. Well-well. Normally, it would make me quite angry. Today, however, I decide to try things a bit differently. “Uh-uh-uh,” I warn them, as I raise my finger up menacingly. “You do not swear at Mommy, young un. That warrants a spanking.” And with that, I lift them up from the couch and pull down Their pajama pants. God, I’m glad I scrubbed Their ass thoroughly in the shower just now… After a vigorous spanking, which leaves Their bottom bright red and my hand stinging a bit, I send them off to bed. They do as I command, rubbing Their bottom tenderly. As they head upstairs, I gaze after them and feel a surprising tenderness towards them. They may be a pain in the ass sometimes and a total dork, but I still love them. At the end of the day, they’re my dork, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if they often smell like ass and BO. I turn off the tv and head to my downstairs bedroom, smiling fondly as I think of them, my little non binary felon. I think I’ll enjoy being Their ‘Mommy’. The End.

So I am searching for a semi experienced daddy to RP with. I want to be the only one wearing diapers and I want daddy to be strict and punish me(in roleplay) I am a pretty bad baby a lot of the time, so he needs to have a lot of rules. We can come up with a plot together. But I would like a plot where a boyfriend(who already knows about his fetish to diaper people and be a daddy, but never told his girlfriend.) finds out his girlfriend likes diapers, so then they start doing little time. In daddy time he can be quite strict, almost kinda sadistic, but he can also be caring. Thanks<3 bye bye! I hope I get some replies:)))