You’re Too Little For Daddies Lollipop Young Lady, If You Need To Cum, Then You Will Have To Cum In

I think my number one, all-time, most improbable fantasy is to go to an AB/DL daycare, where a class of littles are overseen by a group of nannies, teachers and babysitters dedicated to providing quality care to the boys and girls under their watch. 

I don’t think this could ever happen, outside of a well-orchestrated CAPCon or TeddyCon style event, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about this fantasy. This is a concept that I see all the time in some of my favorite AB/DL authors’ works but if it were to be PERFECT in my eyes, it would have to include these elements:

A huge playroom! This is probably the biggest need for the AB/DL daycare, because that’s where everyone would spend most of their day. There would be plenty of places to run around and play games, and there would have to be upscaled size play furniture to climb on, lots of fun toys and enough stuffed animals for everyone to have their pick!

A nap room, littles need plenty of rest to play all day, so there would have to be a quiet place to get away from the excitement in the playroom. There would be plenty of cribs with comfy mattresses and lots of blankies and pillows, and cozy rocking chairs for the nannies to feed the sleepy littles their bedtime bottles and rock them to sleep before putting them down for their naps.

A cafeteria! All that playtime will make a little very hungry very quickly, and those naptime bottles will only go so far. Our nannies will have a fully stocked kitchen and pantry to feed our littles, and each little will be secured in a padded highchair with a five-point harness. Those who identify as toddlers can have their hands, but the baby regressors will have their hands cuffed to their sides, and will need their caregiver to feed them.

Plenty of changing tables, of course, because one will never suffice. There at least needs to be a pair of tables in the playroom for quick changes that get the littles back to playtime as quickly as possible, and two in the nap room so that diaper changes can be done before nap time, and so bedwetters can have a fresh diaper right when they wake up.

A very limited bathroom for the littles that think they are ready to use the potty. Inside is a normal toilet for the caregivers, and a special small potty for the littles, but there’s no privacy when using that one so that the caregivers can supervise. If the little doesn’t make it in time, caregivers don’t have to worry because there’s a bathtub to clean them off and a changing table to the side for when silly babies get put back into their diapers.

A closet for the naughty littles. No, this isn’t the chokey from Matilda, this is a storage closet that keeps paddles and hairbrushes out of reach from littles, but at an arms reach for our caregivers. Sometimes you just need to correct a naughty little’s behavior on the spot in front of all their friends, and taking them over your knee for a quick spanking with their diaper pulled down is a perfect solution to most transgressions.

Actually, let’s also have a whole punishment room! Littles who are especially naughty will be taken out of class and brought directly to the punishment room, which has a spanking bench, a changing table with lots of restraints, a crib outfitted with a segufix and a other BDSM furniture pieces. When a spanking just doesn’t cut it, littles will cry out their apologies quickly as they are dragged to the punishment room for a proper attitude adjustment.

A theatre room, but instead of comfy leather chairs, lets make it a bunch of adult-sized baby bouncers to keep the babies in place while Disney movies are played all day. It’s so relaxing to just take a break and laugh along with your friends at animated hijinks without having to worry about missing anything for a potty break.

An arts and crafts room for creating pictures and paintings to take home to mommy/daddy after daycare! There’s lots to do as the teacher guides the little through a craft, but this room would have to be close to the bathroom, just in case a little needs to be cleaned and have their diaper changed after getting messy with the finger paint!

A classroom to learn in! We want our littles to be well-developed smarty-pantses, so we teach them basic math, reading, social studies and science for a little time each day. It’s never challenging, but its always fun!

What would you want to do at AB/DL daycare? Am I missing anything?

“Hey, there he is: your date for tonight! Ooh, aren’t you so excited to be going out with a boy your age, little Erika?”

Crikey, Erika’s mom looked almost as young as Erika did. Well, that is, except for the key difference that her blushing daughter was decked out in a onesie, an infantile hair bow, and what appeared to be nothing other than a diaper. The sight left me shocked, slightly amused, and actually a bit turned on, to be honest. Erika had confessed to me that she liked a kink she called “ageplay”, and said it was probably because her mom still tended to treat her like a little kid… I’d said sure, who didn’t like a bit of younger/older roleplay? But this? I’d never expected to see the hot, self-assured young woman I’d met in sociology class to turn out to be such a… well, such a baby.

But Erika’s mom plowed right on, eyeing me all the while in amusement. “Now, she should be all fresh and clean and dry, ready for a big night out with you, young man,” she smiled. “Once we get her party dress on she’ll be all ready to go! But please be careful with her, and make sure she doesn’t get in trouble, okay?” Geez, it sounded like I was going to be taking care of a toddler. And well…judging by that diaper, maybe I was…?

Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty about her daughter’s decidedly unorthodox underwear. Or perhaps she just wanted to shoot down any romantic aspirations I’d had in mind… “Erika’s father and I have a very strict policy for her, young man,” she stated firmly, her fingers maternally stroking the thick padding around her daughter’s crotch. “We don’t want her fooling around with premarital sex just yet, so that’s one of the very good reasons she’s going with you in her diapers. Not very easy to start a petting session when she’s all locked away in a babyish diaper, now, is it?”

I nervously nodded, resignedly waiting out this interminable awkward conversation - just as the flustered Erika seemed to be doing. “And,” her mom continued wryly, “Just in case either of you gets the idea that you can take that safeguard off and start getting physically intimate, we’ve taken additional precautions. I’m certainly not going to tell you how the remote signaling works, but if either of you even starts to remove her diaper, her father and I will know.”

She grinned and patted her daughter’s stomach. “And as for curfew, you’re going to want to get her back home by ten. No really,” she smirked, “I mean it. You see, I’ve made sure to load her up with a double-dose of timed laxatives that are going to have her cramping and filling that pretty little diaper of hers by ten sharp. That’s not exactly how you want your nice romantic date to end, is it? With a smelly little girlfriend waddling home in her messy diaper?” I shook my head mutely, aghast at the measures this lady was taking. Was she actually serious?

She smiled approvingly at my confused acquiescence. “Good, good. And remember - this is your chance to show us how well you can follow our simple rules with Erika. But if you break any of them…” she trailed off meaningfully. “Well, let’s just say that when your next date comes around, Erika won’t be the only one who’ll be put back in diapers. How’d you like that, hmm? How’d you like me to dress you up to match your sweet little girlfriend?”

I gulped, her sardonic laughter ringing in my ears. God, what had I gotten myself into?

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I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.

Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.

After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.

"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."

"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.

I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.

Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.

He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"

I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.

"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."

I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.

His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.

I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.

"What's that?"

"Yes Dada," i said shyly.

"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.

Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.

"Ready baby?"

Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.

"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."

I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.

He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."

He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."

I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"