Cutie Baby – Chapter Two

Cutie Baby – Chapter Two

I watch as Kota (nicknamed Cutie) plays happily in her play pen. She moves the stuffed ponies back and forth, making them dance as she smiles to herself. She giggles loudly as she sucks on her pacifier.

After a little while she stops. She makes a funny face and sticks out her thickly padded rear. She grunts. I hear a loud noise followed by a squishing sound. Seconds later, she seems oblivious to what happened as she sits back down with another squish and keeps playing.

I shake my head, laughing to myself at the silly AB girl. I walk over to her, and she glances up from her toys, smiling at me. “Dada!” she squeals.

“Hmmm… sniff sniff…” I smell the air loudly so she knows what I am doing. Even from a distance, it the smell is obvious. “Hey Cutie, do you smell something funny?”

“Uh… I no know.”

“Really? Try sweetie. Do you know what that smell is?”

“uhhh… nuuuu…”

“Are you sure? I could have sworn some little baby had a stinky diaper around here. Do you know who that might be? Whose stinky?”

“I dunno”

“Think, Cutie.”

“Is Dada tinky? I tink Dada has a tinky diapie.”

I shake my head. “No no silly. Daddies don’t wear diapers, babies do. Do you know any babies who might have a messy diaper?”

“Uhhh… nuuu?”

“Are you a baby, Cutie?”

“Yep! Is Dadas baby!”

“That’s right sweetie. And what do babies do in their diapers?”

“Go potty and make messies!.”

“Yep! So, do you think maybe you have a messy diaper?”

“Uhhh… I no know. Dada check pwease!”

“Alright you silly girl.” I walk over, pick her up and sit her on my lap. I undo the flap to her flowered onsie and open the back of her diaper. “Yep! It looks like you made a nice big mess in your diaper! Didn’t you?”

“Nuuuu!!! I tink Dada did!”

“Are you sure? Are you sure you didn’t fill up your pampers?”

“Uh huhs. Dey clean.”

“Because I think you are a stinky little girl. I think your MY stinky little baby. You made a messy in your diapers.”

“Nuuuu!”

“Hmmm… Well, alright sweetie. But remember, if you aren’t stinky, you don’t get a diaper change either.” As I say this, I rub the load in her diaper, making her uncomfortably aware of the mess.

“Uhh… I uhhh…” She shifts her eyes nervously. “I just baby! I don know! Dada know!”

“Well, how about we go find out, alright? Well go to out neighbour’s house and see if they think you are a stinky girl.” I pick her up and carry her toward the front door, with the flap of her onesie still open, leaving the messy diaper visible.

“NOOO!!! I tinky! I tinky!” Cutie struggles in my arms. It was night, so not many people would see her, but she was still embarrassed. Though the neighbours had seen her in her baby clothes countless times, and even thought it was cute, she was always embarrassed to be seen outside in her diapers. Especially when she was messy.
Ignoring her, I carry her out the front door to the neighbouring house. I ring the doorbell as Cutie pouts quietly. Soon the door is opened.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Is this little brat giving you trouble?” Sarah, our neighbour, says as she laughs loudly.

“Well we were having a bit of an argument. Cutie here doesn’t seem to think she has messed her diapers. Do you think you and Eric could settle it for us?”

“Sure! No problem!” Sarah leans in and sniffs the back of Cutie’s diaper loudly, then makes an exaggerated ‘whew’ noise and waves here hand in front of her nose. “Yep! That is one stinky diaper! What do you think Eric?”

“Definitely a stinky baby. Really used those diapers.” He says as he pulls open the back of her diaper and looks down. He then pats her diaper loudly. “You should change her before she gets a rash. Oh! And send us photos of her new outfit!”

“Haha I will. See Cutie? I told you you were a stinky baby.” As I say this, Eric takes out a camera and snaps a picture of her diaper as proof of her babyness.

“Uh huh.” Cutie pouts as I carry her back to the house. Once there, I take her into her nursery and lie her on the changing table. I remove her onesie and diaper, throwing the later out. I clean her carefully with baby wipes as she stares at me with wide eyes, sucking her pacifier and cuddling a teddy bear. She must have grabbed it on the way in without me noticing. I finish cleaning her and tape her into thick MLP diapers. Instead of the onesie, I put her into pink footed pajamas. Cutie smiles up at me. She always enjoys getting changed, it makes her feel helpless and dependent on the care of her daddy. But most of all, since I am doing it for her, it makes her feel loved and lets her know I will always take care of her.

“Alright sweetie. I think its bedtime for babies.”

“Nuuu!!!! Dada, pwease! I wants to pway!” she looks up at me pouting. Though her display is adorable, we both know the rules.

“Now now, babies need their sleep. 9 o’clock is bedtime. Now calm down and let me get you in your crib.” I pick her up and lay her down in the crib, covering her with blankets. She whines quietly, looking up at me pleadingly as I leave.

I turn out the lights and shut the door behind me as I leave. However, I don’t move away from the door. I walk in place, getting quieter and quitter, making her think I am walking away. Then I wait a few minutes. Sure enough, I soon her the sound of her climbing out of the crib. I smile and shake my head. Silly girl. She knows she is going to get caught, she just wants attention from her daddy. It is cute, really. Well, she will get the attention she wants.

I open the door and turn on the lights to see her on the ground, surrounded by her toys. She had knocked over one of her toy boxes and spread them out across the floor.

“CUTIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOUR MAKING A MESS! BAD BABY!”

She squeals loudly and tries to crawl back toward her crib, but I catch her. I smack her once on the bottom hard and sit her down.

“Alright. It is too late to clean this up now, but you will tomorrow. From now until the end of the week, you are grounded. No tv shows and no video games.” I say as I place her back in the crib.

She stares back up at me, biting her bottom lip and glaring. She wanted more. Just being grounded wasn’t enough. She glances quickly, but noticeably, toward the closet where we keep the ropes and paddles and looks back at me with a mixture of nervousness and rebellion. I glare at her, daring her silently to do more.
After a few seconds of watching, she slowly reaches to her side, picks up a plush pony, and throws it at me. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show she was being bad. Alright, if that is what she wants.

“BAD BABY!” I yell and reach down toward her. She squeals as I pick her up and through her over my lap. My hand comes down on her diapered rear, and she begins to squirm and whimper as I spank her again and again.

“NO! I sowwy Dada! No pankings!” she squeals and kicks her legs. Soon she is crying and begging to be let down.

“Wait here” I command before walking away. She sits glumly, sucking her thumb as her pacifier flew out of her mouth during the spanking. I return a minute later with a bottle, some rope, and a new outfit. She looks at them all, recognizing what they are for.

First, I tie her hands behind her back and her ankles together so she can’t struggle against me. Then I sit her on my lap and put the bottle in her mouth, making her drink. She can tell from the taste that it is filled with a triple dose of laxatives. She glances angrily at me but keeps drinking. She is in for an uncomfortable night.

When she is done, I dress her up further. The new outfit wraps around her tightly like swaddling cloth, leaving no room for her to move her arms or legs. She giggles “hehe Dada! I is a wormy!” She says, probably hoping to get back on my good side.

I kiss her cheek. “Alright sweetie. As long as you are a good wormy.” I put the pacifier in her mouth and tie it in place, effectively silencing her for the night. Next, using the rope, I pull her knees up toward her head and tie them in place, leaving face as close to her diapered butt as possible. Then I lie her down in the crib.

She looks up at me pleadingly, tears forming in her eyes. She knows exactly what this position will mean. It is very uncomfortable to begin with, and she can hardly move. When she messes again, and she will mess because of what she just drank, the smell will be unavoidable with her head that close to her diaper. The pacifier in her mouth will keep her quiet, and I can replace it with a bottle if need be, meaning I can feed her whatever I want and keep her there indefinitely if I want to. Finally, her padded rear is turned up and displayed; ready for any additional spankings should I decide she needs it. Essentially, she is completely under my control.

“Alright Cutie, you knew this was coming so I guess it’s what you wanted. Be a good baby! I love you sweetie, and good night.”

I hear her yell a muffled “wuv oo!” as I turn out the light and shut the door.

The End of Cutie Baby – Chapter Two.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index