May 31, 2013

Out of Control ABie

I had a very naughty abie to tend to today. Oh my goodness. He was left with a sitter and decided to be as mischievous as possible. I told him that IF he could be good for he would get a story at the end of the night. Miss Samantha even brought over his favorite book from her house. Did he behave? No. Then after a fit, and one problem after another he had the nerve to demand a story – silly, silly belligerent ABie. He has never treated her that way before. I think he was just itching to see what Mommy would do to him. Miss Samantha called me. I got him on the phone and said, “I will call when I am nearly home. When that happens I expect you to be in the corner, where I am sending you now.” So I got home, put up my things, and called for him. I got my hairbrush and tore that sassy bottom all up. Miss Samantha was shocked to see him spanked to tears. I think she felt a little bad for the stinker. I was so embarrassed though, at how he acted. I had him sit on that special punishment stool. The one with prickles for spanked bums. He had to sit there and write an apology to Miss Samantha and then a write off for Mommy (he had to write lines for a quite some time). Once all was done, I hugged him, talked to him, and he went to bed. I know today at work though he is well reminded of what Mommy will do to him.    Mommy Scarlet 1.888.430.2010
August 19, 2012

Pants Wetter

When your mommy asked me to babysit you, I was a little confused. I wondered why a grown man would need a babysitter. Well then she started to tell me things… like how you need looking after, or you end up getting yourself into trouble. She even told me that sometimes you still have “accidents”. Accidents?! I said, he’s a grown man, how is he still having accidents?! She explained that you were never really potty trained, she tried when you were little, but you just refused to learn. As you grew up it never got better, and now even as an adult man you still hadn’t stopped wetting yourself. She showed me your bedroom with the big changing table; the shelf with the diapers, wipes, and diaper cream. She said that even though she’d given up on you ever actually learning to use the big boy potty, that I should still give you a little spanking when you wet yourself. So today when I came over I knew what to expect. You did ok for the first couple of hours, so I thought maybe you were learning not to wet yourself. I took you to the park as a treat, pleased with your good behavior. I watched as you kicked your soccer ball around, having fun. A few minutes later I saw you stop and look down at the ground. You looked sad and worried. Slowly you picked the ball up and walked over to me. Samantha…. You mumbled. And then you just looked down, immediately I saw the problem. Your shorts were soaked from the crotch all the way down your legs. Even though your mommy had warned me I was still angry and disappointed. A grown man like you shouldn’t be wetting his pants anymore. Jason, I can’t believe you! I scolded. I grabbed your hand and pulled you along as we walked the short distance back home. Once inside I pulled you up to your bedroom and sat on the bed. Roughly I started to unbutton your pants. I looked up as I was pulling them down and saw how scared you were. I softened a little as you began sniffling. Oh, sweetie it’s ok, I murmured softly petting your hair. We’ll just do a quick soft spanking and then I’ll put you in a nice fresh diaper, doesn’t that sound nice? Gently, I pulled down your underwear and pulled you over my knee. Now we’ll just do 6 soft spanks, ok sweetie. Slowly I spanked your bare bottom. Gently patting my hand against each cheek 3 times. By the end you were still sniffling, I stood you up gently, now that wasn’t so bad was it? No, you mumbled softly. I held your hand as we walked over to the changing table and helped you hop up. I handed you your teddy bear and pulled out a couple wipes. I wiped between your legs and over your sensitive privates before lifting up your legs to wipe your bottom. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and rubbed my palms together to warm it. I massaged your slightly pink bottom and then made sure to get the lotion all over your privates. I slid a fresh white diaper under your bottom; I could see how much you enjoyed the feeling of the thick cottony material. I tapped a little bit of powder in, and attached the two tabs to close up your diaper. You really were a sweet guy after all, even if I did have to put you in diapers. I think I’ll tell your mommy that I would be happy to babysit you again. My little pants wetter. Sitter Samantha 1.888.430.2010
April 18, 2012

Obey your ABDL Mommy…Or Else…

Now normally, my little adult abie is well behaved, says please and thank you, and minds his manners, as well as his AB Mommy.  But from time to time, my normally sweet and loving abie gets a little too big for his britches, or in this case, his diapers, and decides that he is going to talk back to mommy or *gasp* disobey.   Now I don’t know about how your Mommy handles an aby when they get out of hand, but this mommy is a no-nonsense, firm disciplinarian, take-you-over-my-knee-and-spank-you-till-I-break-your-will kinda gal. All that stuff about spare the rod, spoil the child?  I am a card carrying, paddle wielding, lifetime member of the club!  Not only will I use the rod, but I will use it with vigor and precision, as well as what ever else might be handy – paddle, hair brush, wooden spoon, spatula…well, you get the idea.  I will not allow any aby of mine to act in such a manner other than being the perfect little mommy’s boy.     Any questions?  Doubt me?  I think someone is in need of a “hands on” demonstration.   Mommy Lexus 1 888 430-2010