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The air in the nursery was thick with the scent of baby powder and… something else. Disappointment. Mine, mostly. I smoothed down the pastel-colored changing pad, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. “Liam,” I said, my voice softer than I felt. “Come here, sweetie.”
Liam, all two hundred pounds of him crammed into a blue onesie, shuffled into the room, his lower lip trembling. He knew…He always knew when he’d crossed a line. This ABDL was usually such a good little one, so eager to please. But the last few days had been… challenging. He’d regressed further than usual, refusing to eat anything but pureed carrots and throwing a tantrum when I tried to introduce solid foods. And then there was the wetting. Not just little accidents, but blatant defiance, puddles left deliberately on the pristine rug.
Disappointment
“You know why I asked you to come in here, baby,” I said, kneeling to bring myself closer to his eye level. The pretense of being a stern authority figure felt ridiculous, especially given his stature. He mumbled something inaudible, his gaze fixed on his socked feet. “Liam, look at me.” He finally lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed. “We talked about this. Accidents happen, I understand that. But you’re doing it on purpose. And that’s not okay.”
He started to cry, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Cory,” he sobbed. “I just… I just wanted your attention.” My heart twisted. I knew he craved the nurturing, the complete surrender to the innocent world of his ABDL fantasy. It was why he was here, why we had built this life together. But there had to be boundaries. He needed to understand that acting out wasn’t the way to get my love and attention.
“I know, sweetheart,” I said, pulling him into a hug. He clung to me, burying his face in my shoulder. “But there are better ways to ask for it. We can talk, we can cuddle, we can play. But you can’t be naughty on purpose.” After a few minutes, the sobs subsided, replaced by sniffles. I gently disentangled myself. “Liam, I don’t want to do this, but you need to understand that actions have consequences. Turn around and bend over my knee.”
His shoulders slumped. He knew what was coming. He turned, a picture of dejected defeat. I adjusted his onesie, making sure it was out of the way, and positioned him over my lap. The fabric felt soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the harshness of what I was about to do. I took a deep breath. “This is going to sting, baby. But it’s because I love you, and I want you to learn.”
The first swat landed with a sharp crack. He gasped, his body tensing. I paused, giving him a chance to process it. Then, another. And another. Six in total. Each one sent a jolt of guilt through me, but I pressed on, determined to follow through. When I was finished, Liam was shaking, tears streaming down his face. I pulled him into another hug, holding him tight. “It’s okay, sweetie,” I whispered. “It’s over now. You’re a good boy. Just remember what we talked about, okay?”
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