Colin can not even know what the girls have in store for him !!!
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I bet she is in big demand as a baby trainer, hmmm? Enjoy … Funraiser
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Next time you might want to read the fine print. Enjoy … Funraiser
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When some Mommies lose their temper, going over her knee maybe with great regret! Enjoy … Funraiser
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Do you have a Nanny to go to for a cuddling after a spanking? Enjoy … Funraiser
Sweetie, your mommy will be back, so you need to dry your tears. Your pweshus widdle mindy-kins needn’t dwell on the long, lovely, languid (and no doubt licentious) afternoon she’s enjoying with that strong young handsome carpenter/contractor who so thoughtfully designed and built you your custom crib, highchair, stroller, and playpen.
He also completely made over this spare room into your new nursery, and just in the nick of time too. After all, since your wife forcibly “retired” you from her company, you obviously don’t need this room as a home office anymore.
Plus, I just LOVE the colors and fabrics and carpeting and other standard nursery furniture
your wife picked out. Don’t you love her thoughtful choices too, my dear? She and her new man have done such a fabulous job, and they make SUCH a cute couple too! Much more believable than you and her ever did.
Now let’s tie you into your stroller and head down to the park, you look like you could use some fresh air and sunshine. Your wife’s company is having a casual hamburger and hot dog lunch. I’ll bring along some of your formula in a bottle and mashed-up veggies in a jar so that some of the secretaries can feed you while we all watch the real men enjoying a rowdy spirited game of football. It will be good for you to see and catch up with everyone you used to work with, since they’ve all been asking about what’s become of you.
So sorry little bro, but after you wet your bed last night, mom insists that you sleep here tonight on your changing table while wearing a diaper. She wants you kept bound in these wrist restraints so that you’re not tempted to try and get up to go use the potty. I’m afraid you’re going to have to prove to her that you can hold your bladder all night long before she’ll even think of letting you out of diapers again.
Isn’t it just too bad about all that extra soda I tricked you into drinking after dinner, under the guise of you doing a big blind taste test of different sodas to help me collect data for my business marketing research paper? Oh, it wasn’t all a clever ruse. My college assignment is real enough, and I will gratefully use the consumer results you so helpfully provided.
It’s just a pity about the horrifically bad timing for you. You know, having to hold your already-weakened bladder with an extra four liters of caffeinated soda sloshing around in your distended belly, pressing unrelentingly on and from within your teeny-tiny bladder. In other words, unlike last night, tonight I probably won’t have to sneak in while you’re asleep at three A.M. and quietly slip your hand into a pan of warm water to relax your bladder so that you’ll pee your bed.
I wonder what would happen if I just so happened to accidentally tickle that oh-so-cute belly of my bro? You think you could surrender a bunch of liquid yellow gold for me if I did? Too bad that tied-on pacifier is preventing you from articulating any intelligible answers to my questions, but them’s the breaks.
Okay, ready or not, here comes the second experiment of the evening. What’s that I see on your tummy-tum, lil bro? Is that a funny but wicked centipede, with all kinds of wiggly legs? Why, it IS! Kootchy Cootchy Coo … gitchy gitchy ga ga … Oooh, I think Mr. Centipede has decided to count ALL of your ribs – up and down and up and down … now time to reach for the pee-pee in the die-dee and tickle that sweet pickle …
WHOA, WHAT A GUSHER! Looks like your momma is gonna keep you in diapers until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream – in a manner of speaking.
Daaaawwww, that’s soooo so sad, lil’ bro. Too bad so sad. And to think, now you’ve finally made it all the way up to middle school, and you thought you’d finally left diapers behind like a big boy should, like all of your school chums already have. But not yet, sport. Not yet, not if I have anything to say about it. Which I do.
By the way, once you are finally released from your paci, if you try and tell mom the real reason you peed your diaper tonight (and last night), then I’ll just deny it, and since you usually lie to her while I almost always tell the truth, she’ll believe me, then punish you all the more for “lying”.
Sweet dreams, lil’ bro. Sorry about the sogginess and dampness and icky urine smell you’ll be having to endure all night – oh, who am I kidding? Of course I’m not sorry. I just can’t wait to see Mom’s reaction in the morning! I’m thinking you’ll be in for a hard spanking and a full-on girly-scented bubble bath. Whatcha think, bro?
Diapered Sassy 