Lollipop Central

I cannot believe the day is here. My heart is absolutely racing. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. I check my watch. 12:15pm. Mmm good plenty of time yet before his plane lands.

I go back to the bedroom and change clothes again. Thank goodness for walk in closets to hide the mess of things I’ve made. This must be the 5th or 6th time I have changed clothes today. I don’t want to be too dressy, I don’t want to be too terribly casual either. Ok ok fine. My white sundress with the pretty flowers on it that hugs my curves and has a nice flowing knee-length skirt will do. Oh where did I put those sandals? D’oh of course there they are. Pretty pink strappy sandals will go nicely with the flowers on my skirt.

Next big question…what to wear underneath? A pretty white lace bra of course but on bottom? I don’t want him to presume anything if I go diapered, I don’t want him to not be happy if I’m not. Decisions, decisions…

I check my watch again. 12:45. Eeks. I’d best get a move on. One last look in the mirror. Hair looks good..not that it will matter once I step out of the apartment and the ocean breeze hits it! Makeup ok, barely there with just a shimmer of lipgloss. Good enough.

I grab my keys and my purse and the sign that I had made. It was too cute. “Hi, my name is Jenna, and I’ll be your tour guide…” I laughed. As nervous as I was, I was excited too to show off where I lived. I was just hoping everything would go as well as I thought it would.

His plane will be landing soon. We’d talked about this and joked about this, but when he told me he was going to do it this weekend, I didn’t believe him. It wasn’t until right before he left that he called and gave me his flight number and arrival time. I checked on the LAX website. Sure enough, that matched. And he’d have no reason to tease me about this. Not when we’d talked so much about it.

“I’ll be wearing my blue jersey…” that’s what he’d said to me. I heard him say it in my head over and over again on the drive to the airport. Mmmm I loved that picture of him in it. He looked so sexy. I could only imagine him wearing it in person. Am I overdressed? Too late to change now.

I pull into the airport and park and walk to his arrival gate. I check my watch again. 1:27. Butterflies are in my stomach now big time. Any minute he’ll walk into my life for real. Now is as good a time as any.

I stand there with the sign in my hands and look up, just in time to spot him. He’s grinning ear to ear. I can’t help but giggle immediately and run up to him and give him the biggest hug. Dropping the sign in the process, of course. We both reach down to pick it up and hilarity ensues. We knock heads and both fall back on our rear ends. He looks at me. I look at him. We’re both giggling, thinking the same thing. Thank goodness for padded butts!

He helps me up and I straighten my dress. He picks the sign up and laughs. He runs his free hand down my arm and grasps my hand in his, ever so sweetly. The butterflies return. We start to walk out of the airport, chit-chatting as we go.

“Are you hungry? I know airplane food is terrible. How was your flight? Was it ok? Any turbulan…” and with that he stopped walking, pulled me backwards to face him, dropped his luggage and the sign, and kissed me. There was no mistaking that kiss. I feel it all the way to my toes. I am calm. I am comforted. I am happy. I am glad I am in diapers…

We stand there and kiss and kiss and hug and cry and kiss and hug and hug some more. We aren’t even aware of anything else going on around us. The people that are stopping to watch. The announcements over the speaker. The hustle and bustle of the airport. In each other’s arms, it is us and us only. The world outside for those moments doesn’t exist, and it is the most amazing feeling.

He grins at me. I know that grin. That grin belongs to the little side of him. The playful, mischievious side. He swiftly grabs his bag and the sign, taps me on the shoulder and takes off. As he runs down the airport terminal, I laugh and forget for the time being that I’m in a skirt. I reach down, slip off my sandals and chase after him, giggling the entire way. It feels so right, so good to forget about things and just chillax and play.

Well that didn’t last long. Airport security stops us. No matter. We look at the security guard, look at each other, and bust out laughing in the middle of the lecture. “Can you keep a secret?” I ask the security guard. The security guard frowns. “No matter. The secret to fun and happiness lies with diapers. Try it sometime. You certainly look like you need it…” I give a little curtsey, put my shoes on and we head out the door.

The bright California sun shines down on us. It is not long til we are headed out of the airport, headed out for whatever grand adventure the two of us can find. At last, just as we knew it would be, Jenna+Sam >world.

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And this is what happens when you don’t behave for Daddy at the movies…

Daddy came to see me this weekend. He said we could go to the movies, and get popcorn, and eat candy, and drink real soda pop too! I was so excited to see Daddy and go to the movies with him.

He lovingly diapered me before we went. He knows I can’t make it through an entire movie without having to go potty, especially if he lets me drink some of his soda pop. I love my Daddy so much.

He strapped me into the car, and it took like what seemed forever to get to the movies! I was getting cranky. I wanted to see my Shia. I have a crush on him. *giggles*

But there was another movie I wanted to see too. Igor was so loveable. I wanted to see him too.

We got to the ticket counter, and Daddy asked me if I was sure I wanted to see Shia. Of course I looked at Daddy and said “But Daddy I want to see Igor too!” and Daddy looked back at me. I smiled at him. Daddy said in his firm voice, “No, sweetie, you only get to see one movie today, which one is it?” I looked back at Daddy, very upset that we couldn’t see both. I stomped my foot at him I was so mad. “But Dadddddddddy!” I started to cry. Daddy grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. Uhoh. This was never a good thing. I wet myself. I knew everyone saw my diaper underneath my pretty dress when he did that.

“We’ll take Eagle Eye, thank you.” I could tell he was not pleased. I’m surprised he didn’t spank me right then and there! Daddy hates it when I stomp my foot at him. He did, however, reach his hand up and feel my diaper. “I knew you’d wet yourself. As part of your punishment, you are going to have to sit through then entire movie, watching Shia, in a wet diaper.”

I cried real tears then. My bottom lip was all pouty. It didn’t help any. Daddy was always firm in his decisions. He put me down on the ground, and ordered popcorn and a soda for us. “No candy for you, either.” I started to say something, but the look on his face told me he was really mad at me. I hung my head and nodded.

He took me by the hand again, and we went into the theater. It was already dark in there, and I tripped and fell. This was just not my day. I was so miserable. But then Daddy sat me on his lap, and held me, and let me eat popcorn out of his hand, and gave me some more soda pop to drink. And then Shia was on the screen. I waved at him & giggled. Daddy laughed. I’d forgotten I’d been bad.

As Daddy knew, I couldn’t hold it til the end of the movie. I wet myself two more times before the movie was over. I was glad I didn’t leak on Daddy’s lap. That would have been really bad!

We left the movie theater and I couldn’t stop talking all the way home about Shia. I have such a huge crush on him you know. *nodnodnod* I wished he was my boyfriend. *giggles*

When we got home, Daddy still had such a frown on his face. He picked me up out of the car, and took me straight upstairs to the bathroom. He bathed me, and didn’t even let me play with my duckies this time. He was very quiet too, and not smiley. Not like my Daddy at all.

When he was finished, he dried me off, and sat on the edge of the tub with me on his lap. “Now, JennJenn, you were very bad at the movie theater. Daddy is very upset with you stomping your foot like that, you know I don’t like that. So I am going to teach you a lesson about stomping your foot at Daddy.” He proceeded to bend me over his knee, and gave me a harsh spanking. He’d never given me one that hard before. And not on damp skin either! Oh how it hurt! My bottom felt like it was on fire! I bet it was so red and swollen! I was really crying huge tears by the time he stopped.

He left me over his knee then, and put some lotion on my bottom. Oh that stung. I knew he’d broken some skin then. I was going to remember. I tried to tell Daddy this, but he wouldn’t listen to me. “No, JennJenn, you’ve just done it one too many times now.”

He took me in the other room and laid me on my back on my bed. Oh it hurt to be on my bottom! I tried to squirm to get away but Daddy had a tight grip on me. I cried some more. He got out this huge stack of diapers then. “I am going to make it so that for the rest of the night, you can’t stomp your foot at me. I’m going to put you in layer upon layer of these diapers, and when you can waddle properly, we’ll stop.”

He started off layering me in 4 diapers. He made me get up then and walk around the room. I did with little trouble. “Back on the bed” he said. He put two more on. Again, he made me walk. It was getting harder now to walk. “Ok, still not enough yet. Get back here.” And then he put two more on. I tried to get up and out of bed. He had to help me. I couldn’t begin to get my legs closed. Not even close. I tried to walk. All I could do was waddle. I tripped and fell down hard, right on my bottom. “Ahh yes…that will do it.” I began to cry. Daddy looked at me and said “Next time you try and pull that sort of stunt at the movie theater, you won’t get any popcorn either.” He handed me my blankie, my paci and MrKoala. “I don’t suppose you’ll be going very far…” He was right. My tummy hurt, my bottom hurt and I couldn’t get up and walk. I laid on the floor with my head on MrKoala and cried.

Daddy laid down beside me, and stroked my hair tenderly. “It’s for your own good, my sweet little JennJenn. Daddy loves you and cares for you, so very much, and wants you to be a good girl for him…yes a good girl for Daddy. Maybe tomorrow you will behave, and Daddy won’t have to be so harsh to you to show you how very much he loves you…”

I drifted off to sleep then, held tight in Daddy’s arms, feeling his love, and my red hot bottom, knowing I was deeply cherished.

~CousinJenna
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For Craig, may your diaper always be wet, and your life always be happy.

“Corner of who and what?” I scribbled in my notebook. “Ok, ok, I got it. See ya, when, 4pm? Cool. Can’t wait!”

I put my cell down and went to change clothes. Rather, I went to slip a diaper on under my khakis. I was meeting Craig down at the Coffee Shop, and we had a little extra special planned for today.

Grabbing my car keys, I headed out in my Mustang to meet him. My jeans felt very snug, having the thick diaper on underneath them. I loved the way it felt though as I was driving. The leather seat. The denim. The diaper. Then me. All sliding a bit and rubbing against each other (not to mention the diaper hitting me in *just the right spot*) to make for a most pleasant drive.

I was flushed by the time I got to the Coffee Shop, and it wasn’t because it was hot out. Rather all that rubbing in the car…well let’s just say at the last stoplight the people behind me weren’t very happy that I was taking so long when the light turned green. All this excitement really was starting to show, and my diaper was well on its way to being soaked even before I got there.

I walked in and looked around. There he sat, at our usual table, in the back, close enough to watch the lattes and cappuccinos being made and close enough to hear the running of the water as they washed the dishes in the back. It was all these sounds and sights that made this “our table”.

I greeted him with a smile and a huge, warm hug. “How are ya Craig?”

He gave me a big ol’ bear hug, and I could hear the mischief in his voice. “I’m great, fine, wonderful, excited…yup that about covers it!”

We laughed as the waitress brought us our usual drinks. For me, that was an iced mocha cappuccino, extra whipped cream, with a sprinkling of cinnamon on top. For him, that was a strong hot cup of chai latte, with fresh ground nutmeg on the top. We loved coming here, sitting, chatting, catching up with each other, occasionally running rampant over the internet on our laptops.

Our plan today was something we hadn’t done yet. We cruised through our first drinks, and ordered a second round. By now I was really starting to have to go to the bathroom. Of course, laughing with him didn’t help my bladder one bit. No, that made it much, much worse.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You ready?” I asked him. “Whenever you are!” he said with a smile. “Ok, on the count of 3!” We held hands and looked at each other in the eyes across the table. “One…two…two and a half….two and three quarters….three!” I counted and giggled, and on three, we both soaked our diapers at the same time.

Oh sweet relief! I was so glad not to have that pressure on my bladder anymore, and felt so good to be sitting there, in a warm, wet, squishy diaper, sharing that experience with my dear friend, knowing that no one around us knew what we were doing right at that very moment. It was so stupid it was funny. I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. We, or rather I, got some strange looks, of course. I had tears rolling out of my eyes. The waitress came over and asked if everything was alright. “Couldn’t be wetter,” I answered with a wink. “You know, you serve the best coffee in town. We’ll definitely have to keep coming back for more…”

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For JJ, thank you for all the hugs!

“Good morning sweetie, rise and shine!” I say as I open up the curtains in your bedroom. “Today is going to be such a fun day for us!” I pick you up from your crib and take your sleepy self to the changing table. I hand you your bear, and take off your blue footie pajamas. “Mmm there we go, that helps wake you up doesn’t it?” You rub your eyes for a bit and smile. I like to see that grin from you.

I take off your wet diaper, and clean you up with the fresh smelling baby wipes. I tickle your tummy as you lay there and you laugh. I love hearing you giggle.

I slip a fresh diaper underneath you and lovingly pinch your soft bottom. I put sprinkle fresh powder on you and rub it all over, making sure to get into every little fold of your skin. I don’t want you to get a rash. I slip the soft, thickly padded diaper up between your legs, and secure the tabs snug. Its time for more tickles on your belly, and you laugh and coo.

It’s a bit chilly out there today, so I dress you warmly. I put on little white socks over your feet, and slide you into your pooh-bear onsie. Over that I button up your red and black checkered little flannel shirt. It looks darling on you. I pull your jeans up over that cute little bottom and you wriggle around a bit. I laugh. You smile.

“Time for your boots!” I say as I put your adorable little brown construction boots on. You look so cute toddling about in these.

I pick you up and we go downstairs. I sit you in your high chair and hand you a nice warm bottle of milk to sip on while I get out the cheerios. I love how you pick them up between your thumb and first finger, and wave them in the air before eating them. Sometimes you are silly and try to put a whole handfull in your mouth at once. I laugh but make sure you don’t choke on them. Wouldn’t want my little one getting hurt.

You are a bit of a mess after breakfast but I don’t mind. I wipe your face and hands clean, and brush off any crumbs. I let you play in your crib for a bit while I pack everything for our outing today. Extra diapers, wipes, powder. A few bottles of juice and some crackers for you to snack on.

I put on your little coat and snug you up. I can tell by the look on your face you don’t know where we are going, and I say to you with a smile, “We are going up to Miller’s Farm today, to see the animals and to get a pumpkin to carve!” You don’t know what I’m saying but I say it with such happiness in my voice, that it makes you smile and giggle. I like that I can make you so happy.

I tuck you tight into your car seat and we drive the 20 minutes to the farm. I hold you tight as we visit with the goats. You aren’t quite sure what to make of them. We hold the bottle together and feed one of them. You lean over and give the goat little kisses, and he licks your face. I laugh at the silly goat and wipe your face. You look at me and clap your hands. Seems you enjoy the goats a lot.

We go over to the duck pond, and I hold you on my lap and we throw bread to the ducks and geese. One comes up to you and eats right out of your hand. The quacks make you nervous though and start to squirm in my arms and squeal a bit yourself. I hold you tight and tell you you’re going to be alright. You settle down in my arms and hold onto me tight. I get the picture, and I take you over to the kitties instead.

You love kitty cats. We have one at home that you love to play with. His name is Oliver, and he’s an orange and white tabby. Oliver lets you pick him up and hold him and snuggle him. He’s such a good kitty. And you are so gentle with him my sweet one, just as you are with these kitties. You pet them softly and smile and try to give them hugs. You chase after them and fall down. You aren’t very good at walking just yet. You don’t cry though. You’re such a good baby.

I pick you up and dust you off. I hold your hand and let you walk with me a bit, the nice cool air is refreshing, and you love the crunch-crunch-crunch of the leaves that have fallen from the trees. It is just a beautiful day to be out together.

We walk over to the pumpkin patch and I ask you which one you want. You point to a perfect pumpkin, so round just like your diapered bottom. You put your little hand on it and smile. That is a fine pumpkin, and we pay for it and put it in the car.

You are a bit thirsty I can tell, and I get you a bottle of juice while we are at the car. I carry you as you drink, and we walk over to where all the hay bales are. Behind the hay bales your eyes get so big! For there are the horsies that I promised you the other day. I lift you up to the big brown horsie and you pet his mane softly. You nuzzle him on his neck and try to hug him too. You are so adorable and so good with animals little one. Always so gentle. They make you so happy. I love seeing you happy.

We climb up behind the horsies into a big straw filled wagon. You are fascinated with the straw and pick up handfulls at a time and throw it into the air. Its in your hair, in my hair, its everywhere. I just laugh. You are having so much fun today.

We ride around and around the farm, behind the duck pond, past the goats, around the horses pasture. Its a nice ride, but the beating of the hooves, and the sway of the wagon make you sleepy.

You fall asleep in my arms about halfway through the ride. I snug you up underneath a blanket, and hug you close. When the ride is over, I gently take you out of the wagon and walk over to the warm fire they have going for us now. We sit and snuggle as you finish your nap. I rock you and hold you and hum softly. It’s a beautiful day to spend time cuddling under the blanket with you.

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Kris, for our fun day at the beach, thank you

He was standing there, alone, on the beach.  Tall, dark hair, and in a pair of swimming trunks that obviously held a diaper underneath.  He was looking out over the water, with his hand up to his forehead, shading his eyes from the setting sun.

I had gone for an evening walk around the beach.  My day hadn’t gone as I had planned, and I needed to get out into the fresh air.  I was in my short jean skirt and a red tank top, with my white sandals in my hand as I strode down the shore.  I was wearing a pair of pampers pull-ups, my favorites when I am feeling down. When I moved just right, you could see them peek out from underneath the skirt.  I love the looks I get when I wear this outfit.  Some people stare, some people point and laugh, some look and look away real fast, thinking I didn’t see them watching.  I just have to laugh back at them.  Oh if they only knew the freedom that came from wearing diapers!

I walked up and stood next to him, and mimicked him. I looked out over the water too, and put my hand up to my forehead, and said, “You know, the most interesting thing on the beach is standing right next to me.”

He turned and looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, yeah it is.  I’m Kris, by the way.  Nice to meet you…”

“Jenna.” I looked at him and smiled back. “So do you always come to the beach in your swimtrunks and diaper?”

He laughed a bit.  “Only when I hope to meet a cute girl in a diaper too.” He winked at me.

“What were you looking at?” I asked.

He put his arm around my shoulder and pointed out over the water. “Look, see that right there? A school of dolphins.  Beautiful creatures they are.”

We stood for a while like that watching the dolphins until they slipped from our view.  His arm still around my shoulder, we walked back to his towel on the beach and sat down.

“Where ya from? I live just up the road. You don’t look like you’re from here. Dolphins don’t normally get that much attention.”

“You’re right, not from here, from Chicago. Just out here on business. Quite honestly, business is the last thing on my mind right now.” He put his hand on the outside of my thigh and softly ran his fingers up to the edge of my skirt.  It wasn’t a cold afternoon, yet I shivered a bit. A bold one he was, and I liked that. “It’s just too bad this skirt is so tight.” He sighed and smiled at me.

I blushed a bit and leaned back on my elbows on the sand. “Well what do you suggest we do about that?”

“Let’s go back to my hotel room. It’s huge, it’s comfy, and I have a huge stack of diapers with your name written all over them…”

I giggled a bit.  Cheesy but I liked him.  “Sure, let’s go.  Would love to see how well your job takes care of you.”

We walked up the beach to his hotel. Nice. At least if he had to work, he had a great view.  He hadn’t lied.  He wasn’t just staying in a hotel room.  He was staying in a hotel suite, complete with kitchenette, a bar, a living room area, bedroom, and his very own jacuzzi.

I poked fun a bit.  “Who’d you have to sleep with to get treated to this?” He crinkled his nose at me and stuck out his tongue. “Yes, that’s it, make fun. Actually, I requested the cheap, sleazy hotel, but this is all they had available this week.”

“Can I get you a drink? Pepsi, coffee, juice?” Well at least he wasn’t trying to get me drunk.  This was a good thing.  “Mmm Pepsi please, ice cold if you have it, but no ice, I drink straight from the bottle.” I winked at him. Producing two bottles of Pepsi from the bar, we went and sat on the sofa.

“So, Jenna, what brought you to the beach today, hmm?” “Like I said, I don’t live far from here. I was out taking a walk because I’d had a stressful day. The beach always calms me down, and I love to walk on the beach in a diaper, especially if there’s a chance someone will see. It makes me laugh to see the stares and hear people giggle.”

“Aww poor dear, rough day eh? Well why don’t we slip into something a bit more comfortable, like the jacuzzi?” He went over and started the jets. He sat his drink on the side of the jacuzzi, and slipped out of his swim trunks. Standing there in his diaper, he looked so strikingly handsome. He didn’t bother taking his diaper off, he just hopped in.  The look on his face as the water soaked the diaper was too much for me to handle.  I got out of my skirt, hesitated for just one second before removing my tank top.  Standing there in just my diaper, I could feel his eyes all over me. He reached out his hand.  “Come, beautiful, sit with me.”

I blushed and joined him. He sat me on his lap, face to face, and we started kissing. My swollen diaper against his was making me hotter than the jacuzzi was.  I wrapped my arms around him and kissed.  He tasted so yummy.  He pulled me closer, and slipped his hand down the back of my diaper, and started rubbing my ass.  He kissed me on my neck, hard. That was going to leave a mark, and I didn’t mind one bit. I ran my hands through his hair, and down his shoulders, enjoying running my hands down his arms on his muscles. He obviously worked out a lot to get this body, and I was enjoying running my hands over every part I could.

He took his other hand, and slipped it down the front of my diaper.  I squealed with delight.  His hands were just the right size to make me feel really good. He rubbed my sweet spot, and I had a huge orgasm right then and there.  It didn’t take long at all. He kissed me hard as I came, and that just made the waves of pleasure that much more intense. I shuddered in his arms, and he withdrew his hands and hugged me tight. He kissed me again, making his way from my lips, to my neck, to my breasts, and he stopped there and sucked and licked on them.  He was clearly enjoying himself, as I shifted a bit and felt his hard shaft under his diaper.  I was having a great time of it too.

I slipped my hand under the water and rubbed his cock through his diaper.  He wasn’t exactly expecting that, and he took a sharp breath. He stopped licking and sucking on my breasts, and laid his head back on the jacuzzi, and just let me stroke him. I kissed on him as I did this, his lips, his neck, I nibbled on his earlobes, kissed the muscles on his chest.  I was thankful the temperature in the jacuzzi wasn’t any hotter.  We were both panting as it was, and soon I knew we’d have to get out.  But not before I made him climax in his diaper in the jacuzzi.  It didn’t take very long for him either, under my soft hands he gave in willingly and let himself be pleasured to orgasm.  It was a wonderful, intimate moment as we looked into each others’ eyes as he did.

Once he settled down a bit, he lifted me up, and got us both out of the jacuzzi.  He wrapped me in a warm towel, and helped dry me off.  He started a fire in the fireplace, and we sat on the floor in front of the fireplace in our soaked diapers and towels, and cuddled for the rest of the evening like that.

As we started getting sleepy, I didn’t want to leave. I was having too much fun.  I was too relaxed around Kris.  So he took off our wet diapers, picked me up, and took me to bed with him.  What happened next is a tale for another time…

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Dear sweet Tony, this one’s for you…

It was a very chilly day in Idaho. I remember it like it was yesterday. The snow had started to fall up in the mountains, and I was really itching to get out and get some hiking in.

I picked up the phone and started calling my friends to see who wanted to go with me. Seemed nearly everyone already had plans for the day. I was getting disappointed when my phone rang. It was my dear friend Tony, whom I had known for a few months.

“Hey! Wanna come hiking with me today? The snow’s starting to fall a bit, but it would be nice to hike up and get some fresh air, eh? Come on, it’s not that cold out yet!” With a soft laugh on the other end of the phone, Tony assured me he’d be over in 20 minutes.

I hurried and got a few things together. A blanket and a thermos of hot chocolate and some cookies went into the small picnic basket. It will be lovely to sit under the pine trees and watch the snow fall.

He was there, right on time, and he helped me into my coat. Always sweet he was. Grabbing my gloves and my hat, as well as the basket, we started out the back door for our hike.

One nice thing about where I lived. There wasn’t anyone out here to disturb us. There was a nice little stream on our property, and just behind the house a ways the mountains climbed up and up and up. It was a beautiful sight to see.

We started our hike, and the snow started falling a bit heavier as we went up. There was just enough on the ground now to make nice footprints in. I was never worried about getting lost up here, all I needed to remember was home was down.

We saw some animal tracks scattered here and there, and talked about what made them. We talked about how pretty the snow was on the trees, and how lovely it was to be in the fresh air. We talked about movies and music and games, just all sorts of stuff. It was a very relaxing hike up.

We got to a small clearing, with the pines here and there, and set out the blanket under one of the pine trees. We sat and drank our hot chocolate, and fed each other cookies.

We laughed and had a wonderful time.

Then Tony looked over at me, deep into my eyes for what seemed like several minutes. He leaned back on the blanket, and held out his arms to me. “Hey Jenna, care to snuggle?” I curled up into his arms, and we pulled the blanket over us, and snuggled for a long time.

I had closed my eyes when Tony started to speak again.

“Jenna, I know we have talked about a lot of things. I’m kinda scared to tell this to anyone, but you are just so easy to talk to and so understanding, that I want to let you know how much I care about you, and how much I trust you.” He then took the glove off my right hand, and started to slip it down the front of his pants. “I want you to know about this…” My hand felt something padded, and I knew immediately what it was.

“You’re into diapers, eh?” I said with a smile. “That’s cool. I am too.” I laid my head back on his chest and undid his pants, and just enjoyed the feel of his diaper. I didn’t worry about my fingers getting cold, they were quite warm where they were. I stroked his diaper tenderly. It was a disposable diaper, very crinkly too. Felt so good having it under my hand.

“So what do you like about them? I love the feel. I love pampering someone who is wearing them. I love spanking bottoms through them too. I love taking diapers off in rather unusual ways…” I grinned up at him. I knew that set his mind racing.

He closed his eyes as he began to speak. I kept massaging the front of his diaper and listened to his breathing as it quickened. “Their feel. Their sound. Being snug in them. I long to be punished in them for being bad. I’m not perfect Jenna, and I need help keeping myself in line sometimes.”

I reached up and kissed his cheek. And softly I spoke to him. “What have you done wrong lately, hon? You can tell me…”

And so he began to tell me things that he’d not done right in his mind. “Yes, you have been very bad lately…why don’t you turn over now so I can give you that spanking you deserve?”

I saw his cheeks get even more red as I said that. He complied, knowing what I was going to do. I pulled his pants down and reached up for a branch off the pine tree. I held it out in front of his face, looked right into his eyes, and said to him, “This will be something you will remember forever.”

At just that moment, I thought he was going to lose it. I could tell by the look on his face that he’d wet himself right then and there. Just what I wanted.

I placed the branch down in front of his face. “Lucky for you, this is your first time. I won’t use that today.”

I then began to spank his diapered bottom, slow and steady at first, letting him know when I was going to. As things progressed, I stopped telling him, and just started working into a nice, firm steady rhythm, covering one cheek 5 times, then the other cheek 5 times, then both cheeks at once 5 times. As I spanked him, once in a while I would reach down and kiss him softly on the cheek, at times resting my head on the back of his shoulder as I spanked, watching my hand closely to make sure it was hitting just the right spots. I heard him take a few deep breaths, and I knew I had just about reached his limit. He hadn’t cried out, no, he’d laid there and taken his punishment.

I gave him a few very hard, unexpected smacks on his bottom before easing up, my strokes getting lighter and lighter til I was just patting him softly. Then I heard him take a deep breath, and sigh happily. I knew he’d made a huge mess in his diaper, and clean up would have to wait til we got down off the mountain. Somehow, I don’t think he minded one bit.

We laid there for a while, talking softly until the light started to fade. We packed up the blanket and the thermos, and was just getting ready to leave. I turned and smiled at him. “Tony, don’t forget the pine branch…”

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For entry into the SOH club, I present to you my tale…

A little background first: The other day I was talking to my friend, and he was telling me about this special club that he belongs to. There are only 2 members in it at the moment. He then proceeded to tell me what the club was about. Have you ever tried peeing in a diaper while standing on your head? Well that is what this club is for. It’s for those of you who have done it. If not standing on your head, the point is to be at least inverted.

I laughed so hard at my friend’s tale to join this club, and couldn’t get it out of my head. I *had* to try it. I mean, honestly, who goes around inverted peeing, except perhaps astronauts?

So I diapered up, really snug, and headed off to my local park to find some monkey bars. I thought that’d be a fun way to join this club. Had to be creative y’know and hope that they’d enjoy hearing about it.

I’m nervous the whole way there, right? Thinking about my friend and what he went through, and he didn’t even have monkey bars involved. So before I even get to the park my diaper is already wet. Should have thought about that before I left, eh? Oops. Well there wasn’t any place to change at park and since I was already there I figured I may as well go through with it anyway.

I parked the car and walked over to the monkey bars. There were people scattered about the park, but it wasn’t too terribly busy. I climbed up on the monkey bars, laughing, and decided it was now or never.

I swung backwards over the bars, my legs catching the other side and thought, ok, this is gonna be alright, no big deal, I can do this. I shut my eyes and started peeing myself. Everything would have been fine and dandy except I forget a few things…

First, when you’re inverted, your weight shifts, thus causing that nicely-snugged up diaper not to be so snug anymore. My friend warned me of this, and I thought I was so smart snugging it up so very tight! Second, when you just flip backwards over the monkey bars, you tend to sway back and forth for a while. Had I waited til I stopped swinging, I probably wouldn’t have had too much of a problem. Third, do NOT drink a 24 ounce Pepsi an hour before you do this. It just makes it even worse.

So the fact that my diaper was already wet didn’t help matters.  I was doing fine for a few seconds, until I realized I had to go so bad I couldn’t stop peeing. This was *not* the time for that to happen! Soon there was pee everywhere…running down my shorts, on my little ribbed tank top, on my face, into my hair. I watched as it dribbled onto the ground below me.

I burst out laughing, very loudly, and of course that got everyone’s attention. They looked at me like I was crazy. Perhaps I am. But I found it hysterical to be peeing upside down, in a diaper, swinging in the breeze, having it run everywhere, and not being able to stop it.

I dropped down off the monkey bars and wiped off my face with the back of my hand. I waved to my onlookers and smiled.

Good thing I’d put a towel in my car the other day for when I wanted to go to the other beach. I got out the towel and wiped my face and hands off as best I could, and drove home with a silly stupid grin on my face, sitting in a now-very-swelled diaper. I could now say that I peed upside down. Life’s good, ya know?

Moral of the story: Try this at home, folks, unless you want a huge amount of onlookers staring, pointing and laughing at you. Really I recommend doing it in the bathtub. Much less noticeable and hey you’re already in there for easy cleanup when you’re done!

And thus I submit my story for induction into the SOH club. You can thank my friend for making me want to join. Sometimes the smallest, silliest things in life are the most entertaining. Thank you my friend!

~CousinJenna
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For Brat, enjoy!
“Come on Mikey! We need to get to the bookstore before it closes,” I sighed and grabbed ahold of his wrist, and tried to pull him along beside me. He’d been a sweetheart all day, up until the last 5 minutes. And now, he was just being a major brat.

He kicked his feet at me, and then let his legs go weak, so the only thing holding him up was my hand on his wrist. I dropped him to the ground and sat there and watched him as he screamed and cried, my temper with him getting a wee bit short now. All this because I told him he’d have to wait til we were done shopping to get ice cream! I never told him he couldn’t have any, I merely said we had to get to the bookstore first. I still had one book I needed to get for college, and they were out of it at the campus bookstore, and I couldn’t wait til they got more in. This was my last chance to get the book before classes started the next day.

“Are you done yet?” I asked as he was getting quieter. “NO! Mean Jenna!” he screamed back at me and continued to kick. No worries, I thought to myself, he’ll be very sorry for his behavior. I watched him for a moment more, and then I reached down and picked him up by his legs. I lifted him up and over my shoulder, still flailing about, and walked to the water fountain, and dropped him in the cold water.

He came up for air gasping a bit. “Are you done yet?” I asked again. “No no no no!” he splashed water at me. He was *really* trying my patience at this point.

I reached in, and got him out of the water, and laid him back on the ground. “Alright then, mister, it’s 25 situps for you…NOW!” I said in my firmest voice. He looked at me with a rather blank stare. I held his feet down, and he started to do his situps. But apparently he still wasn’t thru pitching his fit, because when he’d sit up, he’d say “MEAN” and when he went down he’d say “JENNA”.

“I guess it’s 25 more for you,” I said. “And every time you say those two words, it’s 5 more on top of that for each word.” He paused for a moment, and continued to do his situps, still not obeying my words. He was up to 75 sit-ups now. “I can do this all evening if we must.” I told him. I’d given up hope of making it across the mall now. “And now, you definitely aren’t getting an ice cream tonight.” He stopped and looked at me. “No, I’m not kidding either. You had to fight and scream at me, and now the ice cream place is closed. You couldn’t have waited just 10 more minutes, could you? No, you had to be a brat, and not listen to a word I was saying. You had to think you were in charge, didn’t you? Hate to break it to you, but that stuff doesn’t work on me. Now, finish your sit-ups like a good boy, and we can get out of here.” He was at 58 out of 90 when he finally shut his mouth and finished his sit-ups.

“Good boy. Come on now, we’re leaving.” I got him up off the floor, and took his hand, and this time he walked quietly beside me, behaving himself, and acting like he was really sorry. “I wuv oo,” he’d say, smiling at me, followed by “I sowwy.” He wanted me to forgive his misbehavior, and with those big, bright eyes sparkling at me, how could I say no? Easy. He made me miss the bookstore, and made me very angry. “That’s not gonna work,” I said to him, looking straight back into his eyes. He pouted a bit, but didn’t say anything.

We got home from the mall and I promptly took him up to his room. I changed him into a fresh diaper, and didn’t give him his usual kisses on the tummy, or the tickles on his thighs like I normally do. Nope, just about the quickest change I’d ever done. Out of the old, laid down the new diaper, wiped him off, really just dumped the powder on, not rubbing it around as usual into all the cracks and crevices, and pulled the fresh diaper up through his legs and snugged it up, perhaps a bit too snug. Since he was going to bed, I added on his extra 2 diapers that he usually ended up soaking through during the night, and I put him in his crib.

His crib was custom made, just the right size for him, made out of oak, and had the prettiest carved spindles, very intricate. At one end of the crib, his name was hand-carved, and at the other was a carving of a puppy dog. As I brought the lid down on his crib and locked it, I said to him, “It’s such a shame, Mikey. I was aching to have playtime with you tonight…”

I then stood in front of the crib, and he watched me intently. I sat down in his rocking chair and removed my black high heeled boots. They came up to about my knees, and always made my butt look even that much sexier. I sat them aside and stood up and turned around, unbuttoning my jeans and bending over to take them off. As they slid down, they revealed the adorable red g-string panties I was wearing, one of the best types of underwear ever made, as that made it so he was forced to look at my soft, round bottom. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, he was staring, and drooling, at the side of the crib, reaching his hands out to try and touch me. I laughed wickedly.

I turned back around and slid out of my black stockings, and out of my underwear. I then took off my black t-shirt and put that in the chair. My red lace bra was next, and I undid the closure in the front. I knew how much he liked watching me as I took off my bra and exposed my breasts to him, for when he was very good, he got to be held and suckle to his heart’s content. I turned around and stood on my knees within an inch of his fingertips as I removed it. He tried hard as he could, and still couldn’t touch them. The look in his eyes at that moment said it all, that he was truly sorry that he’d misbehaved…

“Next time Mikey, perhaps you’ll listen to me.” I gathered up my clothes, turned out the light, and walked out the door. I heard him crying a bit as I closed the door. Yes, I think that is the last time he would be a brat to me…

~CousinJenna
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This one’s for you, my DL friend. Enjoy!

I stood there at the refrigerator door, pondering. Should I pack the grapes or the strawberries? Undecided as to which would be better, I packed both of them up in the picnic basket. In went some delicious pasta salad made with feta, kalamata olives, fresh pineapple, cucumbers, chunked salami, sun dried tomatoes, a bit of red sliced onion, extra virgin olive oil, fresh cracked black pepper…mmm mmm it would be wonderful! I almost wet my diaper thinking of how yummy it was going to be.

Just then the doorbell rang. I quickly packed the rest of the basket, including the psomi and a bottle of pomegranate juice. A nice light but healthy lunch to give us whatever energy we may need for the rest of the day.

“Hey sexy,” I said as I opened the door. “I have the basket and my bag packed,” I said shamelessly. “Can’t be running out of diapers today!” I smiled at him and he smirked. I melted and did pee myself that time. I couldn’t help it around him. David was such a hottie. Soft brown hair, intense eyes, and a smirk that just made me melt. He knew me like no one else did, and knew just which buttons to push. Moments later he reached up my skirt and felt the front of my diaper. “I knew it, cutie, you just can’t hold it can you?” I blushed anyway, even though I knew he knew before he even arrived that that would happen. “Not around you…will you excuse me while I change?” “No, I will not. You’ll just stay like that for a while.” “I will, eh? And what about you?” I proceeded to place my hand down his diaper. Wet, too. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said with a smile.

We hopped into his ‘66 Mustang Convertable and headed up the coast to a very pretty beach. We walked along the shore for a bit, and found a shaded area at the edge of the sand that was perfect for our luncheon. I spread out the blankets and got the food out of the basket. He poured us a glass of juice, and we toasted “to a beautiful day together”. We ate, and traded bites with each other, flirting with each other endlessly, nibbling a bit on each other’s lips when we shared the strawberries and grapes. It was quite a lovely lunch, and as we ate, I could feel my diaper getting more swollen. So much so that I had to adjust myself several times to be comfortable enough to eat. I noticed David was doing a bit of squirming as well, and from the looks of it, his diaper was about to leak.

I put the food away while David reached into the bag, and started getting out our supplies. Two fresh diapers, the cloth covered kind with the double tabs, the wipes, the lotion and the baby powder. He leaned back on his arms and looked up at me. “Who’s first?” he said with that smirk that told me somehow the fresh diapers weren’t going to be put on right away.

“Hmm I think I should be changed first, since it’s all your fault I’m wet…” I said with a giggle. He said “Ok, come to me then” as he pulled me to him. I straddled him and gave him a deep kiss, doing more than nibbling now, and he reached up under my skirt and into my diaper. “My my my…you are all kinds of wet,” he said as his fingers reached deep inside of me. I let out a small moan, and nodded. I reached down into his diaper, and felt his stiff erection inside, and stroked it softly. With my other hand, I gently released the top two tabs of his diaper and let his shaft free. He then took his other hand, and undid my tabs, and took my diaper completely off and tossed it aside for the moment. We’d play cleanup later.

He removed his hand from inside of me, and slipped his hard erection in. I moaned rather loudly now, as I could feel his diaper against my ass, soft and squishy, and it turned me on even more. He thrust into me, time and time again, there on the beach, in the sand, his diaper slapping me with each thrust, until we both came and I collapsed on top of him.

“Time for cleanup?” I smiled at him and got up off of him and said, “Race you to the ocean!” We ran thru the sand, his diaper barely holding on now, until we were waist deep in the water. His diaper filled with ocean water, and he took me again right then and there. What a wonderful new sensation I had against my skin, as the truly soaked diaper bounced against my bottom as we made love.

I hugged him tight and kissed him, and he carried me out of the water, and thru the sand, back up to our awaiting blanket. We laid there for a while, the cool ocean breeze dancing across our half naked bodies as we dried off. He then treated me to a nice massage of lotion all over my bottom, all over my mound, rubbing it gently, making sure not to miss a spot. I then returned the favor, carefully massaging it in, enjoying watching him grow hard again as my fingers played on his penis. After the lotion dried, we covered each other in powder, making sure to get every crease and crevice. I laid back on the blanket, and he leaned over me, and kissed me as he slid the diaper under my bottom. That alone made me pee just a bit, and he laughed, and I smiled, knowing he knew what it felt like to lose control at the feel of a fresh diaper. He slowly pulled the diaper up through my legs, and fastened the two tabs on each side snugly. I winked at him and kissed him a thank you, and laid him down on the sand, as it was now my time to return the favor…

~CousinJenna
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I watched Daddy as he went outside. I could see him in the backyard from the big picture window in the kitchen. He was going out there to get something from the garden. I’d promised him I’d behave while he was out there, but I knew better. Now was my chance…

I got a chair and dragged it to the kitchen counter. I climbed up on the counter and opened the special cabinet. The cabinet in which Daddy kept all the special treats in the house. I started pulling things out of the cabinet. Chocolates and cookies of all kinds. The sorts of things I was only to have on special days. I giggled and looked out the window. Daddy was still out in the garden.

I opened up the bag that had the Hershey’s Kisses in it. Ohhh these were some of my favorites. I loved unwrapping them, as they had a funny tail you could pull to get to the delicious center. I sat there and unwrapped a whole bunch and sat them in a row on the counter. They looked so pretty lined up like that.

I then took some chocolate chip cookies out of their bag. Mmm I loved fresh soft chocolate chip cookies. I put one cookie down on the counter, put several kisses on top of it, then put another cookie on top. Oh this was going to be sooo yummy!

I looked around a bit in the cabinet, and found a chocolate bar. I unwrapped it quickly, keeping an eye out for Daddy. Safe so far. I broke a piece off the chocolate bar, stuck it on top of the cookie, and stuck the rest of the candy bar in my mouth. Ohhh that was yummy.

It was a warm day out. The chocolates were already pretty soft when I started, and now they were getting really mushy. I had melted chocolate all over my fingers. It was heaven. I squealed a bit with happiness. My treats. My favorites. All at one time!

I picked up the chocolate covered Hershey’s kiss chocolate chip sandwich and started eating it. Omgs. This was SO good. I was making such a mess. It made me laugh. I’d forgotten all about anything else but sitting there, on the counter, surrounded by chocolates, eating my piece of chocolate heaven.

All of a sudden, I heard a door open. Uhoh. Not good. Daddy wasn’t supposed to be done in the garden yet, I still had cookie to eat! I did the only thing I could think to do and that was put the cookie in my pocket and shove the rest of the stuff back in the counter.

“JennJenn sweetie where are you?” Daddy called from the back porch. I jumped off the counter quickly and was moving the chair back when Daddy walked in. “Oh, JennJenn, what have you done?” he asked. “What do you mean Daddy?” I said and I smiled sweetly up at him. “I was just putting the chair over there.” I looked down at my hands. Uhoh.

“JennJenn, do you have something you want to tell me about the chocolate all over the place?”

“What chocolate Daddy? I don’t have any chocolate…” I tried to hide my hands behind my back. Daddy walked over and grabbed them and held them out in front of me. “JennJenn, you know chocolate is for special occasions only, right?” He had such a calm, soothing voice. I loved my Daddy so much. I started to cry. I hung my head and felt my face go all red. He lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes.

“You know the rules, JennJenn. And after I get you cleaned up, I will take you over my knee, and I will spank you for eating chocolate when you weren’t supposed to have it. Your bottom will be red. Since you also lied to me, and you know how I feel about lying, you will feel the sting of this spanking for several days. Come now, let’s get you cleaned up so you can get your punishment.”

I think this is the worst thing he could have said. Normally he spanks me right away. Not this time. This time I’d have to sit through an entire bath before getting my spanking. The wait was terrible. My face was all red the whole time.  Normally bath time was a happy time.  This time he kept telling me what bad things I had done.  He kept talking about how much the spanking would hurt.  I cried while I was getting my bath.  I had gotten caught, and made Daddy very mad. He wasn’t yelling at me, but I could tell he was very angry.

He dried me off after my bath and didn’t bother leaving the bathroom or putting clothes on me. He just sat on the edge of the tub, turned me over his knee, and spanked me so hard so many times. My bottom was still a bit damp from the bath, and that made the spanking hurt ever so much worse. Neither did it help that I still had stripes from misbehaving the other day at the park. This was one of the worst spankings I had ever had.

“No more chocolate for JennJenn…not for a very, very, very long time.” Daddy said. He diapered me and put me in my sleeper, and took me downstairs.  I had to watch as Daddy threw away all that lovely chocolate from the cabinet.  I knew better than to cry or scream. 

Even though it was the middle of the day, Daddy took me upstairs and put me in my crib. “And no toys for you today either. Bad behavior doesn’t get rewarded here, now, does it JennJenn?” I shook my head no. I was embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I should know better than to try and sneak around Daddy’s watchful eyes. Somehow, he always knows just what I’m up to, and doesn’t let me get away with being naughty. I love my Daddy so much for being strong enough to give me the spankings I need.

I laid on my belly in my crib and Daddy grabbed my wrists and put my crib cuffs on. He knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t stay put on my own, and he knew I had figured out how to climb in and out of the crib, but this was the first time he’d actually used them on me. I cried softly and knew I had done wrong. He stuck my pacifier in my mouth, and said to me, “I will see you for supper, little one. And if you wet your diaper before then, you will have to stay wet until I come and get you. You know you aren’t supposed to wet your diaper anymore.” I knew there was no chance of being dry, because I’d already peed myself when he put the cuffs on me. I would have to stay wet until suppertime, and think about all the bad things I had done. I knew later too that I would be spanked for being wet.  I turned my head away and sucked on my paci.  Daddy covered me with a blanket, patted my bottom (ouch!), and turned off the lights as he left my bedroom. I cried and cried until I’d finally cried myself to sleep.

And Daddy, true to his word, came and got me at suppertime, and spanked me again, and changed me, before giving me a bottle and putting me back in my crib. When I was finished with my bottle, he put me back in my crib cuffs, which I didn’t like at all. I decided I was going to try very hard for a long time to be good…and then I remembered…I still had my chocolate cookie in the pocket of my other clothes…chocolate, what chocolate? No chocolate there…I just hoped Daddy wouldn’t find it before I did!

~CousinJenna
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