Mommy's View: "Are You A Big Baby" (Patreon)

A little experiment - the entirity of the story is to be read as if its your Mommy talking to you. If you like this, let me know, and there can certainly be more of these.

Come here. 

Actually...stop. Let’s try that again. Don’t walk this time. I feel as if you should crawl to me. For one, your place certainly seems beneath me. More importantly, I think this is a more fitting way for you to be moving around, yes?

Very good.

Now, do you wish to serve Mommy? I know that you do, but I’d just like to hear you say it. Tell me that you wish to serve Mommy. Tell me how much you wish to serve Mommy. But it better sound pretty convincing, because otherwise I may just turn right around and walk out of this room. Now go on. Say it.

Hmm. It could use some work, but I could sense you were being sincere. Perhaps you’d benefit from practice. Once or twice a day, you ought to get on your knees and practice begging Mommy to let you serve her.

Now. These adult clothes you’re wearing? They just won’t do. You and I both know it. I know you’d much rather I take them off of you, but...you’re here for me and my amusement, yes? So I’m just going to take a seat in this big chair and I’d like to watch while you strip off all of those clothes. No need to make a big scene of it. I don’t think I need you to do any sort of silly dance while you wiggle out of your pants. Well, not today. 

Why are you so bashful? Do you think you’re concealing something I haven’t seen before? Come now, get those clothes off. Make it quick.

There.  Much better.

I know, I know. You’re desperate to cover yourself up. We’ll get there soon enough. But could I just take a moment to look you over? Stand now. Straight up. Arms down at your side. You want to cover up all those private little bits so badly, but I need you to remain perfectly still so I can get a good look at you.

My, you’re blushing brightly. Turn around for me? 

I’m sure I’ve told you this before, but it could use repeating: That is a very slap-able bottom. Why don’t you go select something for me to paddle you with. You know where the selection is. Pick something out and bring it to me. 

The fuzzy paddle? Do you take me for a fool? Try again.

This paddle? I do like it, though it has a little too much give for my tastes. Why not pick something a little sturdier.

Ah now that's a good choice. Wooden and deceivingly unintimidating with its light weight. Why don’t you come crawl back to me now. You can carry your little paddle in your mouth. Like a little puppy.

Very good.

Now, why don’t you come crawl over Mommy’s lap. I’m sure you know the position well enough by now, yes? Ass up? Legs dangling over mine? Hurry now.

We’ll take it slow at first.

WHACK

A single slap to your bottom, just to wake you up a little. How did that feel? Did it hurt a little? Oh...you shouldn’t admit to me that it does. We’ve only just begun, and it’s going to get a little harder. And when you’re in pain...well, we both know I can get a little carried away. 

WHACK

WHACK

One for each cheek. A little harder now. Do you like that? Silly me, you wouldn’t bring yourself to answer a question like that aloud. Perhaps I’ll just take your little yelps as signals of your satisfaction. Let’s hear some more.

WHACK...WHACK…WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...

It’s an exhilarating feeling, you know? Maybe not so much for you. But for me? Having you over my lap, and your pathetic bottom getting swatted at mercilessly? Nothing gives me quite the rush of power like this does. Some things come close, of course. Like rubbing your tender little bottom now. Does that feel good? Mommy gently rubbing her hand over your sore cheeks? 

I can always feel this pressure building in you when I spank you. This slowly escalating feeling that’s a mix of pleasure and pain. You get yourself so worked up! But then...all I have to do is gently caress you - like this - and you just instantly melt.

I have to tell you - I’m quite fond of having this sort of power.

Why don’t you slide off of Mommy’s lap? Go crawl over to the bed and get yourself up there. I think you know what time it is.

I suppose I could have you pick out your diaper, as you did with your paddle. But I’m in the mood to choose today. Let’s see what we have here… Plain white? There’s something very satisfying about its thick simplicity, yes? It’s exactly the big diaper someone would expect to see on a baby like you. But I think you need something a little more colorful. Yellow? Pastel blue? Barnyard animals?

Princesses. I think that's the right call, don’t you? One of my personal favorites to see you in.

I was just about to ask you to assume your diapering position, but I see you’ve already beat me to it. Look at you, with your legs kicked up in the air, your red bottom lifted off the bed. It's almost as red as your face! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is your favorite thing.

Do you like getting diapered?

Are you a big baby?

Go on - tell me. Tell me that you’re a big baby. Tell me how you’re a big baby who needs their diapers.

Very good. I was expecting some hesitation, or for you to be stuttering and stumbling over your words. Yet, you just blurted it out effortlessly! Well, you’ve certainly convinced me.

If you insist you’re a big baby who needs their diapers, then I’d say you’re a big baby who needs their diapers.

Let’s get this big diaper on you, Baby, yes? We’ll start by sliding the back of it under your bottom. Go ahead, you can ease your little rear back onto it. Now, before we get this diaper fastened onto you, we need to apply some powder, yes? We both know what’s going to happen in that diaper sooner or later. Honestly, probably sooner than later. The baby powder should help, I think. The more, the better, yes? Here we go...lots of powder. Such a wonderful scent. I can always just follow my nose to where your little baby bottom is at any time. And just think of the cute little clouds that will poof out of your diaper when you sit down.

There we go, that should be enough. Well...probably more than enough, honestly. Regardless, let’s get this diaper taped up, hm? 

I’ve gotten pretty good at this, I’d say. I like to make it nice and tight, so it isn’t going anywhere. But I also like to leave a little bit of room between your legs. Not so much that it leaks - but just a little bit of extra room in case you need to...well...you know what you like to do in your diaper, yes?

Go on. Tell Mommy what you like to do in your diaper. No need to be bashful now.

Oh? Oh really? You like to do...that?

I’m kidding, Baby. I just like to make you blush. You blush so easily, too. You hardly even make it a challenge anymore.

We’re all done here, I think. Why don’t you run off and play for a while? No need to worry about your silly clothes. I think it’d be best if you just play in only your diaper for now. It’ll be easier for Mommy to keep an eye on it.

You’re such a good baby.