Leaving me lying down, tied to the bed, he lifted the bowl and held it close to my face, but high enough I couldn’t see what it was. He used the spoon to scoop some out and I noticed it was a baby spoon, and the food looked like apple sauce.

observed by a court full of people, Miles laid down the paddle and began spanking Joel with his broad and work hardened palm, swinging his spanking She's required to keep her crotch bare - completely without hair -and I find this makes the area more tender and hence makes the beltvery effective. Help a child who is struggling to do what you ask. Sometimes, if a child isn't following a rule often, it's because they're having a hard time (not because they want to be disobedient). Ask "Why is it hard for you to ____?" and listen to them explain why they struggle to follow the rule. Then, work together as a team to help them work on doing what they need to do. Daddy doesn’t want to hear you complain. This is your lunch. Baby food for a big baby. Now eat it all up or daddy will have to get some prunes for you as well.”Moments later, he returned with my little brother in one hand and the strap in the other. “I have to go help fix this window you broke,” he said to my brother. “And we are going to have to pay the insurance deductible on this. Well, we’re going to figure out how you are going to repay us for that, but meantime I’m going to take some of it out of your butt. Drop your pants.” Prompt 34: Future. Sam's lessons with Missouri continue, both boys are disciplined by not only Missouri but John as well. Series

Prompt 63: Masterpiece. Sam continues to struggle with his psychic powers, and Dean faces some of John’s famed consequences, for mistakes while training. Oh Dean. Mention of Mathieu. Series The whole experience was confusing and weird and embarrassing but it also turned me on in a way and a small part of me is hoping that he maintains this attitude and dominance because I kind of really liked him putting me over his knee and punishing me.Oh my what a messy baby you are!” daddy says in my ear “getting food all over your face and now messing your diaper. You really are a baby. A messy messy baby who needs to be in diapers. Look how messy you are.” Over and over daddy said these things to me, my face bright red, tears falling down it, as he rubbed and pressed himself against my warm diaper. His hands on my hips pulling me into him, I could feel daddy’s excitement, as he began rubbing against me faster and faster, until with a final thrust he stopped then slowly stopped rubbing, the whole while telling me what a messy messy baby I was, his hands never stopping, always pushing my messy diapy. If I ever complain that nothing happens to my brother, I get aweek of special nightly discipline sessions, so I've learned to notcomplain. My dad says he's even going to let my brother give me myspankings one day soon. I think it's embarassing. But you can be a good girl for daddy can’t you?” He said, kneeling behind me, his hands playing with my nipples, holding me tight against his chest “good babies fill their diapy’s for daddy don’t they?” He asked. On the second day, things took an unexpected turn, while we were all at a neighbourhood playground. Kristie was playing on the jungle gym, while Denise and I took turns on the slide. Kate and Dad sat at a nearby picnic table, talking and watching us. When Dad came in, Mom briefed him on the incident. You could see the colour come to his face – but, to his credit, he waited about 15 minutes before he sent my little brother up to their room to tell his sibling to come down ‘and tell him to bring the strap’.