Believe it or not y’all, my first experience as a bottom was with a Daddy. Before that and even a bit after, I was sooo sure I was a dom. I tried hard to ignore my subby desires. One day I couldn’t ignore them anymore. So I drove unexpected to Daddy M’s House. He happened to be the daddy of mine and when I poured my heart out to him, it goes without saying that he was shocked; delighted too, but still shocked. He put his hand around me and asked me about my limits, desires, and littleness. As he started to undress me that day, Daddy M told me he knew exactly how to handle Babyboys who are too big for their britches. ~Crash
Story by squeakpigsrevenge Fussy babies are alway a challenge. The first time I played with Crash he fussed nearly the entire time. Back chat got him thoroughly spanked early in the day, which I’d hoped would calm his behavior. No such luck. He fussed and sassed and pouted until I’d had enough and decided a diaper change and a temperature check would hopefully push him into the good boy headspace he clearly wanted into. He blushed prettily but laid down willingly enough onto the changing mat, lying mostly still as I untaped his diaper and lifted his legs into the changing position. However the calm was short lived as he felt the slicked thermometer press at his most private part. He squawked and cried, trying to put his legs down and wiggle off the table. I kept him anchored with a firm grip on his little boy wee and began to spank (firm pats) his grapes, scolding him all the while. The naughty little thing squirted all over my hand and his own tummy. I continued to spank well past the afterglow, eliciting real tears.
Needless to say, I had a very well behaved boy after that.