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279. And baby makes three — age play

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Click bait!  Yeah, this post is about a baby, but not what you are probably thinking.  Then again, knowing some of you, it may be exactly what you are thinking.  lol

I’ve been dealing with some recurring migraines that now appear to be gone, and my son was sick for a few days.  All that added to my blasé desires for posting lately. 

Life continues to chug along in a pretty uneventful manner.  Of course, for me that means nudity as a nudist, spankings as a submissive, and lots of sex as a…well?  I should just let you fill in the word (re Post 271).  Hee-hee.   

It’s like I’ve stated before.  There just isn’t anything noteworthy or any new revelations I’ve made about myself and my journey with DD.   I am not lamenting the fact – after three plus years of growth and evolution, it’s about time things settled into more of a routine.

My previous post focused on my friend, Valerie.  Since I once again lack anything interesting to say about myself, I will focus this post on a Kayla update.

KAYLA AND IS US
She recently started her second year towards her Master’s degree.  By May she should be done with school and ready to join the ranks of the underpaid working class.

When she moved in with us (it will be two years this December), our discussions centered around the thought she may move out on her own upon graduation as she would look nationally for the best job opportunity.   Now, her thinking is she will stay here.  The job prospects here are fine and more importantly, she wants to live with us indefinitely.  We are 100% on board with that.  

We try to remain cognizant of reality – the reality of our age difference.  To remind everyone – I am 49, Mike is 50, and Kayla is 24.   For me and Mike, we often talk to her about our concerns for experiences she may miss out on regarding life among her peers.  For her, she retorts with all the experiences she has had and will continue to have regarding life with us that she would never be able to experience with her peers.   And it isn’t like she doesn’t have friends a bit closer to her age – she does (well, most are in their early 30’s, but that’s still a lot closer than us).   Bottom line is we love her.  I love her.  And she loves us.  We are three!

I am going to share some very personal things about Kayla, but I have her permission and she reviewed this before I posted it.  

ABDL/AGE-PLAY
I mentioned our foray into ABDL as part of our annual Immersion.  Practically since the time she moved in with us, Kayla has experimented with a bit of age-play and ABDL.  But it was more a curiosity and not as a regular thing.  Well that has changed. 

And she is very open and honest about what she gets from such play.  It serves as a type of therapy for her.  She says she emerges from each “play” session feeling a bit more reconciled with her upbringing.  I’ve shared before that she wasn’t physically or sexually abused, but the emotional abuse came in the form of being ignored and verbally abused – and her mom was/is an alcoholic.   The way she describes it — She leaves our “play” sessions feeling secure and loved as a little girl, replacing  the feelings of insecurity and fright that she experienced as a little girl.    

DO YOU HAVE ANY INSIGHTS?
I have no insights into age-play.  I don’t know if the value it serves Kayla is common or not.  Although I assume for some it is about reconciling a past trauma, I also assume for some it is simply a fun way to express yourself.  Not all kink is born of trauma. 

All that really matters for us is that it benefits her.  I don’t need to know any more than that as far as my concerns for Kayla go.  However, I am interested in how others feel about this.  So if you are a little, or are a “daddy” or “mommy” to a little, I hope you’ll comment.   

WHAT A SESSION LOOKS LIKE
I’ve read of age-play that can involve hours of play, in an elaborate child-like setting complete with décor and furnishings to match the mood.  That’s not for Kayla (and if it ever is, we are totally willing to accommodate her needs).   

Most of the time our sessions involve just me and her, but Mike has participated at times.  We don’t have any set schedule for this play.  It’s whenever Kayla needs it.   There have been some days we’ve done it two or three times in a day, and some days none at all.  She tells us when she is needing it.

The details vary based on the time we have and whether or not J is home.  Typically it has occurred when J is at school.   It goes something like this . . .

Kayla will simply say, “Can Mommy feed me.”   Although the last few days she now just takes her finger and taps it against her puckered lips as a signal that she is hungry – after all, babies don’t talk!   

I take her by the hand and we go into our spare bedroom.  Yeah, this baby can walk when needed.  I am just not strong enough to carry her.  If Mike is there, he will pick her up and carry her to the room.  

We don’t have it made up to look like a nursery or anything child-like about it, but we have put together a “baby drawer.”  It has a blanket, diapers, baby powder, baby wipes, pacifier, and stuffed animal (it’s a little unicorn).   These things aren’t hidden, but if we are to have guests staying at our house we would obviously remove these contents. 

I spread the blanket on the bed or the floor and she lays down on it on her back.  I put a diaper on her, complete with a few shakes of the baby powder.  I put the pacifier in her mouth, hand her the stuffie, and then go to the kitchen and prepare her bottle.  I warm up some milk and make two bottles and return to the room.

The bed is lengthwise against the wall.  I get on the bed and prop my back up against the wall with some pillows.  She then gets in my arms.  If Mike is there, he lifts her up and places her in my arms.  He might also put on the diaper while I get the bottles.   I cradle her as best I can. She curls her legs in a semi-fetal position with her head resting in my cupped hand, another pillow propping up my elbow.  and the bottom part of her legs and her feet resting on the bed.   Hey, she’s about 5’4” so is just a tad too tall to be fully comfortably cradled in my arms.   

If Mike is there, he sits down in a chair.  We are all quiet.

I position her head in front of my breast.  I lift my breast so that my nipple is on her lips.  She sucks for as long as she needs.  When she stops sucking, it’s my cue to get the bottle.  I hold it just to the side of my breast and she takes the bottle until it is gone.  We change sides to my other breast and repeat this.

It’s all very quiet while she feeds.  Nothing is on in the background.  I sometimes will hum and stroke her hair.  It’s very surreal and serene.  If Mike is there he might comment once or twice during the feeding.  Something positive like, “Look how beautiful she is.”   When the bottles are done I just hold her. 

It’s been amazing.  She has fallen asleep a few times, has even cried a few times from the emotional release it gives her.  Eventually she will get restless – she never speaks – as a way to tell me she wet her diaper.  I change her into a fresh diaper.  I then leave the room (as does Mike if he is there). 

Kayla stays by herself for as long as she needs.  Sometimes she naps or just lays there awhile before getting up.  On a few occasions she has even masturbated.  She eventually gets up and takes off her diaper and emerges from the room when she is ready.  She gets a big hug from us and the play session is over.  

It’s amazing to be part of this experience for her.  Kinky? Sure.  Weird? Fine.  Bizarre? Whatever.  We don’t care what it’s called or how it looks.  It just works for her and I am happy that we can fulfill that need for her.   We will support her as her need for it increases, diminishes, or evolves.

Next: 280. You can’t beat that! A spanking story

122. Mischievous Mike and the Little Girl

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I thought I’d share some of what went on when Mike and Kayla went to Florida together a few weeks ago (mentioned in Post 115. My Abundant Life).  

Mike had a business meeting in Orlando and he was the only one from his company attending.  It only needed to be a short overnight trip but Kayla asked to come along and he extended it to three nights.  It was a great opportunity for just the two of them bond without me.  Kayla was elated and so excited for them to play “couple.”  I mentioned before that far from minding this, I love this.  I loved Mike’s date night with Donna, and I loved the idea of him having time alone with Kayla.  I was also pleased to see Kayla so excited about it. 

THE TEASE
When they came back home I didn’t question them on specifics.  Just the general, “How was it?”  They didn’t provide many details, just the general, “it was nice, we had a good time.”  

I purposely didn’t want to ask too many questions as I don’t want Mike or Kayla to feel compelled to tell me what they do.  Neither has an obligation to do so and while of course I am curious, I don’t have an expectation that they tell me.  It actually is part of the thrill I get.  I like being a bit in the dark about such things.  I can’t explain it.  I just know that even writing about it is enough to get all those tingly love-chemicals flowing in my body.   Yummy. 

I did ask each of them if they learned anything new about each other.  Kayla said she learned that Mike is more mischievous than she thought.  Mike said that he learned that Kayla was indeed willing to do as she was told, even when it exposes her insecurities.

Okay, so, that thing about liking to be in the dark?  Forget that.  Now I HAVE to know what they did.   So did I come out and say, “Do tell!”   No, that would be too easy.  It was like a game.  I didn’t want to let them know I was interested in the details, but they knew that I was dying to know.   It was a game of will.  Who would break first? 

I simply said, “That’s good, I was hoping you all would learn something.”  I figured I would work on Kayla separately as I felt I could get her to “break” but that Mike was as solid as Fort Knox and would never tell until I asked.  I was not going to ask! 

I knew Kayla was dying to tell me, so later I brought it up to her, first with an innocent question.  “So, what did you do when Mike was at his meeting?”   “Well Ma’am, I just sat around the hotel room,.” she replied.  

I followed with, “Did you all go anywhere fun?”    She answered, “Yes Ma’am, we went to Downtown Disney – now called Disney Springs, and we also swam at the hotel and we went to Howl at the Moon and to some dance bar.”

“What was the bar scene like?”   “Well Ma’am,” she said, “it was pretty typical.  A good crowd of mostly 20 to 30-somethings, loud, festive.  The usual stuff.”

“Oh, so, was the pool at the hotel heated?”   “No Ma’am, but it was indoors.” 

Damn, she wasn’t cracking.  My subsequent questions were all met with short and nondescript answers.  She’s good at this!

I continued for a week to try to bait her into details – nothing doing!   Finally, I broke.  One evening I said, “Okay, okay, y’all, so tell me some details of what you did in Florida.  Mike, what was it that you did that was so mischievous and Kayla, what did he have you do?”

Mike laughed and took on this facial expression that could only be described as the expression of sweet victory.  But he wasn’t going to let me off easily.  He said, “You just have to know, don’t you?”   He wanted me to clearly admit defeat and admit my desire to know.  

I remained coy.  “Well Sir, I am interested in learning more about how the two of you get along on your own and the types of things you did.”    His response was, “Well, we got along very well, and we did some kinky things, so, there you go.” 

He had me.  “Okay, okay, you win Sir. Yes, I have to know the details.”   He said, “But I thought you enjoy being kept in the dark.  Should I deny you that enjoyment?”   Ug, he was still not letting me off the hook.  

JEN RELENTS!
“Sir, yes, I do enjoy being kept in the dark, but the feeling it gives me is a lot like the feelings from foreplay.  It is a great sensation that I love, but at some point, you can’t take the foreplay any longer and need to get into it so you can climax.  I am not asking for an accounting of the sex acts.  I have a good idea that there was plenty of that.  I just want to know about the fun you had.  It couldn’t have just been sex, sex, sex.  So, please share.”

THE STORIES
They shared a lot of crazy and fun stories of their time in Florida.  I gave each of their stories a name and the first one, “Little Girl” is by far my favorite.    It was a classic Mike- induced-challenge-of-wills-and -it.   Mike loves to play these types of games with both of us, just like he did in making me crack and beg to hear their stories.  But on this trip with Kayla, perhaps Mike met his match?  Or did he? 

LITTLE GIRL
It started when they arrived at the airport to depart.  Mike told Kayla that until they got to their hotel room in Florida she was to play like a “helpless little girl” and needed to be “loud” about it.  He told her that her goal was to try to embarrass him and get him to tell her to stop.  If she gets him to do that she would get a treat.  If he gets her to break character, then he wins and there would be no treat. 

She went right into her role as soon as they got on the shuttle from the parking garage to the terminal.  She fairly loudly and in a baby girl voice said, “Daddy, I don’t feel so well. I think I need to go potty.”  She put her head on his shoulder and crosses her legs as if to hold it in.  Mike boldly said, “Sorry little girl, I didn’t hear you, what was that?”

Instead of backing down with a “Never mind,” she even more loudly said, “I need to go potty now.” This clearly got the attention of others sitting around them.  Mike didn’t flinch and told her that it would only be a few minutes.  She up’d the ante by saying, “But Daddy, I am going to go in my pants if I have to wait.”   Mike went right back at her and calmly said, “Well honey, you wanted to wear your big girl pants today.  An accident wouldn’t be nice to all these people in the shuttle, we are almost there.”   Kayla didn’t have a come back other than a sad “Ooooh, Daddy.”  Advantage – Mike. 

It is only a short ride to the terminal.  When it was time to get off, Kayla said, “Daddy, I can’t walk.  If I walk I am gonna have an accident in my panties.  Can you carry me?”  They had luggage to carry and while Mike could carry Kayla, he doesn’t have the best back.  He didn’t want to risk hurting himself carrying her off the shuttle, plus, there was the luggage.  Check mate on Mike?

Nope.  Mike called her bluff and said, “Well fine, baby girl, then you’ll just have to have an accident, because I just can’t carry you.”   Apparently Kayla paused for a moment, as if contemplating whether she should have the accident.  She thought otherwise and just put on a pout and said, “Okay daddy, I’ll try to make it to the restroom.”   

They got off the shuttle and made their way to the security checkpoint.  When their id’s were being checked and with the TSA agent standing right next to them Kayla clearly said, “Daddy, what does that do?”   Mike responded, “That’s a scanner for them to scan your boarding pass”.  She then asked, “What’s a boarding pass?”  Mike calmly said, “Sweetie, it’s what let’s them know you bought a ticket for the plane ride.”  I am sure the TSA agent was like, “WTF!?!?”

When they got to the bins where you take off your shoes and stuff, Kayla said, “Daddy, let me take your belt off, please.”   Mike said, “No, I got it, you get your shoes off.”   Kayla was too smart for that.  “But Daddy, you always let me take your belt off when you are going to spank me, please please please, let me take it off.”   Mike sternly said, “No, not this time, the line needs to keep moving. Now don’t argue with me.”   Like an actress on cue, Kayla’s eyes got all watery and she put on a big pouty face.   After she went through the scanner and was waiting on the other side, one of the agents asked her what was wrong.  “My daddy yelled at me.”   Apparently the agent just shook their head and had no response to that!

Once through the scanners Kayla said, “Daddy, I need you to put on my shoes.”  Mike was nowhere near relenting and replied, “Okay darling, I will be glad to.”  As he was putting on her shoes she went back to the “I have to go potty” routine.  Mike said, “Okay, I’ll take you there next.”  “But daddy, you know I don’t like going potty alone.  I need you to take me all the way to the potty.”    OMG!  I can only imagine the reaction to those that were in earshot.   Mike simply said, “Okay honey, I will.” 

As they approached the door to the family bathroom, Kayla then loudly said, “You know daddy, I think I can go to the big girl restroom by myself, I don’t need your help.”  With equal volume, Mike said, “That’s so big girl of you sweetie, sure, you can use the big girl restroom.”  Yep, Mike could  dish it as well!   Advantage – Mike!

After several minutes Mike gets a text from Kayla. “Daddy, I need you to come in here, I need your help wiping.”  Mike waited to respond, trying to formulate a plan.  “Daddy, where are you, I will start calling out for you.”   Mike wasn’t sure what to do.  Advantage – Kayla!

Mike quickly thought and texted back, “Okay sweetie, which stall are you in?”   With the reply in hand, Mike then texted her with “Okay, just a minute.”  The next thing Kayla knew was that there was some lady knocking on the stall saying, “Kayla, is that you in there?  Your dad sent me to see if I can help.”    Yes, Mike asked a complete stranger to check on her.   In as little girl of a voice as she could muster she said, “No thank you, I’m okay.  Tell my daddy I will be right out.”    

The lady waited for her at the stall door.  I can only imagine the look on her face when Kayla opened the door.  Kayla said she couldn’t make eye contact with the lady, not because of embarrassment, but because she knew it would make her burst out laughing . She held back her laugh and just said, “Thank you ma’am, I’ve got it from here.”

Kayla said when she emerged from the bathroom, Mike had the same “sweet victory” look on his face that he just had when I relented and asked what they did in Florida.   Victory for Mike?  Not a chance, Kayla hadn’t conceded yet.  

They stopped for some snacks and there was some sort of stuffed animal in the store and Kayla loudly said, “Daddy, I want that stuffy.”   Mike simply said, “Sure, a stuffy for my baby girl it is.”   “Daddy, I want this too,” as she pulled some key chain trinket from a display.  “Okay hon, we will get it.”  “But Daddy, I want ALL the different colored ones.”  There were like eight or nine of these things and they were ridiculously priced at $7.99 each.  

“Okay, hon, but that’s a lot of money so it will come out of your allowance as Daddy doesn’t have that much to spend right now.”

Kayla persisted, “No daddy, I don’t want to spend my money.  I want them to be from you.  I never get anything from you and I want all of these and I want them now.”   Apparently Kayla got very loud and attracted the attention of everyone in this small store.  Mike pulled her close to him and he sternly whispered, “I knew you would be helpless.  I didn’t think you would be bratty.”   To that she sweetly replied, “But Daddy, I am helpless. I can’t stop myself from wanting what I want. . .(and dropping her baby girl voice for a moment)…and I want that treat you promised me.”

Mike called her bluff.  “Sorry darling, you just can’t always get what you want.”   Kayla didn’t relent and even very loudly said,  “I want it, I want it, I want it.  You are a mean daddy!”  Mike grabbed her arm and gave her butt a firm swat and said, “You don’t yell and if you yell again, you will get more of that.”   

Mike said the look in Kayla’s face was priceless.  At first there was this half smile, like she was going to laugh, but then it just shifted like a switch went off.  She had this evil, piercing look to herself and she took a deep breath, and opened her mouth and before more than a full second of a very loud, very high pitched shrill left her mouth, Mike cupped her mouth with his hand and said, “Okay, Kayla, you win.  You get your prize.”  

Check mate!   Winner – Kayla!

I loved this.  I shared before that Kayla tends to be shy and a bit of a wallflower.  This was so unlike her.  I asked her where she got the courage to do this.  She said she just put everything and everyone around her out of her mind, never made eye contact with people, and sort of “left herself.”  She said once she felt that she was no longer herself, it was pretty easy.  It amazes me she was that bold, especially when they hadn’t even left our hometown airport.  Yea, Kayla!

On subsequent posts I’ll share some of the other Florida happenings.  They mostly share a common theme of Mike pushing Kayla to lose her inhibitions and come out of her shell when in public.   

NEXT: 123. Mischievous Mike and the Swim