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A/N: IMPORTANT TO NOTICE Hey all! I hope you're all doing well! Do not worry! I am still working on my other stories but had started this a while ago and felt like I should post it! Just a warning in the beginning that this story will contain a lot of non-con, sexual content and humiliation. If this makes you uncomfortable than I suggest you don't read it! I love seeing comments so I'd love to see everyone's comments! ooOoo Summary: When a young new independent journalist decides to write about something other than the typical run of the mill stories, she is introduced into a new life, just not in the way she expected. ooOoo Chapter 1: MommyslittleBiggurls.com 22 December 2021 Hello Friends! It sure has been a while! I hope you’re all doing well on this frosty morning. Here in Montana, we’re certainly going to have a white Christmas. Sugar and Cookie sure are excited to see Santa and have been extra careful to be good girls; always asking for the potty like good little girls, eating all of their veggies at dinner and making sure to drink all of their babas full of yummy milk! I’m sure you all are experiencing the same with your little ones at the moment, even the disobedient can’t ignore the happy cheer of Christmas. I really can’t believe it’s only been three months since we first adopted our newest little girl, Honey! Of course with new littles, it’s always an adventure and Sugar and Cookie are being the best big sisters they can be! It can be hard, especially around the holidays to deal with an un-regressed, naughty little so that brings me to the topic of today’s post: Punishments. If you're like me or are a new caregiver, it’s never easy training a new little and before they can be our sweet little babies, they will be literal demons! It is never fun but in order to nip that naughty behavior in the bum, punishment is required and it is not always as simple as quick spanking. Listed below, you will find three different punishments to try if you, like me, were at a loss. Punishments: Punishment 1: Corner time with a twist Depending on the severity of the naughty behavior, instruct your little one it's corner time for a certain amount of time. While many, if not all, will just find this incredibly boring and whine, there is a small twist. Listen carefully to these five steps: Take littles’ clothes away (that means no diapers/pullups/or undies as well!), Give a nice soapy cold enema to their bum-bum and insert a buttplug to ensure no dribbles Administer a firm spanking (I’ve found different objects such as a belt or hairbrush to be most effective!) Little will bend down or kneel in the corner with their bum-bum high in the air for everyone to see After a certain amount of time, if the little has not moved from their position, you will instruct the little to tell you what they did wrong and have them beg to release their bodily functions. If you are unsatisfied with their response, even more minutes will be added to corner time Punishment 2: Potty Time with Horsy Let’s get real, we’ve all struggled with littles refusing to go potty in their diapers or on the training toilet and it’s a pain to have to insert enemas and suppositories into screaming littles. That’s how I came up with horsy time. The rocking horse, while meant to be an object of amusement during playtime, can just as quickly be turned into an object of torture. What you need to do is listed below: The little will sit on the rocking horse in only their bottoms, whether that be a diaper or pull-up Place earphones on little and set to the wet diaper hypnosis Instruct the little to rock back and forth and do not stop no matter what and not to mess or wet themselves Plan a certain amount of time and come back when the time is up If the little is still rocking and is dry, they have earned the privilege to go potty. If not, horsy time is extended and the dirty diaper stays on another several hours The constant rhythmic motion combined with hypnosis at the same timing will put the littles right in the mood to have to relieve themselves. How they do it will no longer matter. The added pressure to keep a constant rocking in order to avoid further punishment will take a heavy toll on their mind as well and increase the need for positive behavior. Punishment 3: No Playtime with Teddy If you choose to allow your little to have any sexual release, this punishment can have a rewarding effect. As a human race, we are sexual beings but not everyone deserves or should have such an experience. Littles have gotten it into their minds that they should be allowed to have such experiences, but what do they know? They’re just littles. It is our job as caretakers to instruct and control their urges. If we leave them to their own devices, who knows what will happen? My little girls are allowed one play session a week with Mr. Teddy Bear to release all of their icky cummies by the hand of mommy and daddy. While Rosie and Cookie know being a good girl will lead to happy feelings, Honey is still learning. Orgasm and cum denial or “the tickles and ice cream dance” as we call it, are an excellent way to assert dominance and make them quickly realize who the real grownups are and who is in charge. Mittens or restraints are a must for untrained littles! You never know where their wandering hands will end up! Chastity belts are also a great device, especially if they get a little too excited during playtime and try humping (which is extremely discouraged!) IMPORTANT: It is important to enforce anything sexual is not allowed without the approval, observation, and act by grown-ups because you never know when littles might accidentally injure themselves! I hope you all enjoyed my little list and hopefully it helps you on your journey to having a regressed little! It may seem tough at times but we’ve all gone through it before (I currently am!) Stay tuned for next time and meanwhile, have a Merry Christmas! Love, Mommy Bree ooOoo The sound of the ding signaling the post had been successfully posted was a happy feeling to say the least. Unknown outside the world of ageplay, Bree Hawthorne was as famous as could be within the community. With over ten thousand followers and readers, people tuned in from all over the world to read about their simple little family. Being a blogger on top of a mommy had become her full time job and she didn’t regret a single second of it. She always knew she wanted to have a family and her love for blogging couldn’t have been a more perfect combination. There were so many who envied to fill the role of a Hawthorne little but only so few could actually meet the requirements. That’s why they had taken to unique means of obtaining their little girls. Kidnapping was a bit too harsh a term. They preferred adoption. Did the public need to know that? No. Would they ever find out? Probably not. Looking around outside the large glass windows, the only view for miles was farmland with snow capped mountains in the background. Bloomington, Montana was the perfect place to go to if one didn’t want to be found. They had the freedom to be who they were without any nosey neighbors disrupting their lives. Her husband, coming from old money, allowed them to own lavish homes around the country, buy the newest high-tech adult-baby equipment and pay off those they needed to stay quiet. Everything was as it should be. Everything would soon be perfect. They were our babydolls. Sugar, Cookie, Honey and- “Another post?” Jasper. At the sound of his deep voice, she spun around in the swivel chair. Face to face with her blonde, strong-jawed, blue eyed handsome husband. He was everything she dreamed of in a man. Strong, smart, caring, loyal. A great daddy to their three wonderful girls. What more could a person ask of a spouse? “Yes. I’ve finished just in time for… lunch!” she exclaimed, glancing at the time and shutting down the macbook. “Today’s post was about punishments and I gave the best examples of Honey. How is she doing this morning actually? The baby monitor on her end has been awfully quiet.” she asked, having been in the office the entire morning working. “Sleeping.” was his only response, scowling with his hand over his face. “Do I want to know what happened?” “No.” It was always a struggle to tame the girl and her rebellious behavior and silly dreams. Most often then not her bum was black and blue, littered with marks and bruises. How a five foot, one-hundred-twenty pound girl with not an ounce of body fat had managed to give them this much a fight, they did not know. While the little blonde fought they pushed back just as hard. She would break eventually. They all do. “Sugar and Cookie are in the playpen writing letters to Santa,” that made them crack a smile. “I can feed them while you handle, Honey? I may just take her over my knee again and that’s not what she needs at the moment.” Bree reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck as his face burrowed into her kinky black hair, placing a trail of kisses upon her chocolate colored skin. “So it’s my turn to play the bad mommy,” she mused. “Precisely.” her husband cracked a smile. “It feels so much longer than three months since we got her. Remember?” Oh, how could they forget…

Hi y'all. Last night I had the lovelyist babytime ever. I watched a few Episodes of the Gummi Bears, I made my wakeup baba, and I decided to sleep like a baby. Since my real prefolds were in the laundry, I diapered up with two fluffy towel cutoffs that I had purchased for the purpose, went a bit nuts with babypowder, and by using the bikini twist fold, was able to pin two cloth diapers above my waist bone. HAHA, that felt really good! This fold felt more babyish, and it fit better to bootie. I seriously wanted to lay there forever. In my dream last night, I was wearing a couple cloth diapers under a pair of jeans. The plastic pants were discrete. I had some random shirt over this. In my dream it was late at night, and I was going from convenience store to convenience store, I was looking for a meal bar that was exactly two dollars and seventy five cents. However towards the end I was a bit wet and at the last store I was in, I finally found the bar I was looking for, and I was trying to hide from the other students who were in the store, I could smell that tell tale soggy diaper smell. People were looking at me, as I was asking strange. I managed to leave the store without being called out. I walked out the store, but walked out the rear exit through a hallway which to the right was a restroom, and the left their bathroom. I was in a warehouse, I recognized some of the guys there, they were the receiving guys from my work. I looked into the parking lot, to my left, and my car was completely totalled, there was a tree that had fallen on it, two other cars were also ruined. I went from being soggy to being sloshing wet, and there was still more in me. At this point I saw my mother hanging out with one of the older ladies from my new church (They have never even met in real life.) Z. Asked me if I was soggy, I nodded, and my mother told me that I better go pee right now or it will destroy my conscience. I walked into another bathroom. This bathroom was in what looked like a prechool class. There was a nice lady who got me out of my sloshing wet diaper and cleaned me up in an anteroom to the class. I was also cleaned fresh. I put on a pair of grey shorts and a pair of underwear. I walked up to a toilet in the center of the room. It was tiny, only one foot off of the ground, the bowl was the size of half a party balloon, blown up. There was no tank, there was a pipe that provided the flushing water, it was a blue pipe and came out of the raized, padded platform that the toilet was on. The platform was raized, a total of 2 feet off the ground, and there was a gentle slope. There was a square on the top of the padded platform that was five feet by five feet.. There was a raized, pink hear button that flushed it. The toilet was so small, that I had to kneel down. And even when on my knees, I could not be sure that I would not pee everywhere. The smoothe vinyl padding looked like it was made to be cleaned very easily. On my knees I crawled forward, centering the tiny toilet below me. I leaned forward, pushing my stomache and groin lower and lower to the ground. I had one hand on the padding, and with one hand, I ensured that my aim would not run amok. After calming down for several minutes, I was able to release my flow, Satisfied that no one could glimpse me from the windows of the preschool room, which were a good 20 feet off the ground, and reached only with a hooked tool. With my bladder empty and the tiny bowl yellow, I pressed the pink heart button, the tiny toilet flushed, the lovely blonde who got me out of my soggy diaper walked over, she patronizingly patronizingly said there there, my good boy is done, she patted my butt, kissed my cheek, and wiped the tip of my penis off with a kleenex. Before I could protest, she put a giant smily dinosaur sticker on the front of my shirt. She led me by the hand to the parking lot. I didn't get a really good look at her, I know she had very curly hair, was in her 20's, and was cutely chubby. After my car was totalled, the manager of the place told me to go to a charity to get a check to cover my car. But I did not give to them. By the time I got there, I went in the building and got handed a check to buy me a new car. When I remembered that I did not give to them, the place immediately became boarded up, closed for several years, and I was standing in front of it. *I had a paruretic reaction in the tiny pre school toilet, but was finally able to go. *What did my mother mean that my conscience would be destroyed if I did not go right now. *I really enjoyed being humiliated by the cute blonde in the preschool room (which was empty besides us two) *What does that tiny flush toilet represent?