All characters are 18+. Story is for fantasy purposes only. The author condemns non-consensual BDSM activities in the strongest possible terms.
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Isabel couldn’t completely hide the smirk on her face. She felt bad about it, but that didn’t make it not funny. She tried hiding that smirk, but she just couldn’t, not with the face her stepbrother was making, that melodramatic scowl of his. Not even the look her stepmom was giving her, her you’ve-really-done-it-now look...
2022-12-21 19:34:57 +0000 UTC
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Jamie was glad to be at the park, warm in his coat and hat. The cold air felt good on Jamie’s face as he pumped his legs on the swing. Brisk, sharp, stinging his skin and making him feel vital. The air smelled clean. Mel and Amanda watched him from a bench.
This was Mel’s park, on her side of town. There was no game of tag to play, and it wasn’t very big, but it was a charming park, with a small sand pit that Rosie would love and a set of swings and monkey bars. Jamie self-conscio...
2022-12-21 14:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Jamie was in bed, and Amanda peaked around the corner of the living room, unsure what she should do. There was nothing in any of the books about this. “Hey, Mom, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure, Honey, what’s up?”
“It’s about Jamie.”
“Uh-huh.”
“When I was ... I did laundry, ya know, this afternoon.”
“Yes, and thanks for that.”
“Yeah, so when I, uh, when I went to get his sheets I found ...” Amanda just stopped, ...
2022-12-20 20:39:48 +0000 UTC
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My last workday of the year was today! And I’m not going back for almost FOUR WEEKS! Squeeeeee! 🥳
“What are you going to do with your break,” people ask me.
I tell them I’m researching a book (and I am), but I’m also writing new diaper smut! Like, a lot of it.
- Another entry in the Tis the Season series
- More Done Adulting
- The holiday adventures of Mary and Daphne
- A new chapter or two to The Best Babysitter in Town
- And a brand ...
2022-12-19 22:38:51 +0000 UTC
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“Am I missing anything at daycare?”
“No,” Ella told Jamie, “other than me missing you being there. I wish Stacy was off work for the holidays.”
“Sorry. But at least we got to have a playdate.”
“You sure your mom won’t come in?”
“Unlikely. I usually go down for at least an hour and a half in the afternoons.” Ella’s response was to take her shirt off, leaving her in just her diaper, same as Jamie.
“So, what’s been going on with you,...
2022-12-19 16:59:03 +0000 UTC
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With the top of the dining room table at eye level, Jamie surveyed his options. Two of everything seemed greedy, and more than he could carry and much more than he could eat, but the mischievous thought crossed his mind. Jamie wanted a soft and chewy cookie, but he couldn’t tell which ones those were. A cookie aficionado, he knew looks could be devastatingly deceiving. Becky liked soft cookies too, and out of the four batches she’d made, one turned out that way. She’d saved that batch f...
2022-12-16 00:37:34 +0000 UTC
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“How are we supposed to decorate it,” Jamie asked as he stared up at the tree that stood a head taller than Becky. The Christmas tree lot was run by a group raising money for some good cause, and it seemed the men volunteering to staff it were divided by age: those under thirty doing the work and those over thirty drinking around a fire and eating fattening meat hot off a grill. Jamie would have been happy to pull up a chair, but he was happier to be picking out his tree.
“With gi...
2022-12-10 15:13:50 +0000 UTC
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Dear Santa,
I’m writing this mostly for Manda’s benefit. I think she secretly wants to write you a letter but is too embarrassed; not sure if it's because it's a "kid" thing to do (but heck, I'm doing it, aren't) or because it's a littles thing. She said she’s never written a letter to you before, which I guess makes sense with people without littles kind of just going through the Christmas motions and with her thinking until a week ago that you were humans’ god. I ...
2022-12-07 18:44:26 +0000 UTC
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“It’s nice to have a family dinner, Danny,” Becky said.
“It was Laurie’s idea, actually. Where is she anyway?”
“Fussing over Jamie in the living room.”
“Jamie is awfully tolerant of it,” Danny observed after looking around the corner at the two of them.
Becky peaked through the door and saw Jamie resting his head on Laurie’s chest while she played with his hair. “I can’t tell if he likes it or if he’s just playing along. He got up from a nap...
2022-12-06 14:00:10 +0000 UTC
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“Mary, I’m back,” I announced as I dropped my keys on the kitchen table. I don’t usually announce myself but the Royal Herald has Sunday mornings off cuz I’m very benevolent and stuff. And there she was, Summer Sunday Mary, with the shorts and the long legs and the grubby tee shirt and messy hair and I kinda wanna wrestle with her in the grass and let her win all the times. So there’s a new thing I learned about me.
She came right up to me and gave me a kiss (which was nice;...
2022-12-04 23:42:06 +0000 UTC
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“You all packed,” Tish asked.
“Just about. I hate how long it takes to get there,” Cheryl said.
“Just be glad you’re getting the time off.”
“Well, I’m going to work on the way there and back as much as I can, plus the week in quarantine.”
“You mind if I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“It’s been more than half a year now. Do you … still feel the same way?”
“You mean do I still love him?” She had almost a m...
2022-12-02 14:05:01 +0000 UTC
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“This is silly,” Jamie said as they waited in line.
“Mom will like it.”
“And I want a picture, too,” Mel said.
“And it’s your holiday,” Amanda reminded him.
“And your deity,” Mel added.
“Santa is not … After this I’m going to explain Christmas to you guys.”
“Next,” said the elf. Amanda carried Jamie up to Giant Santa Claus, who held out his giant, white-gloved hands for him.
“Well, hello there,” he boomed like The...
2022-12-02 14:00:08 +0000 UTC
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I hate doorbells. I much prefer a good knock. Knock from a delivery person? I could do without, tbh. Knock from someone going door to door? Not gonna answer probably. Knock from a friend? Heck yes please. But as with all things in retail and life, location location location. And timing. Location and timing.
Let’s take for instance the happenstance surrounding my location at the time of this happening that happened: the living room corner. And the timing: post-getting my butt spanked (...
2022-11-30 14:11:06 +0000 UTC
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Miriam said it so normally – so much like a one mother talking to another as though they both understood how boys can be when they have a spanking coming – that for the briefest of moments Sadie thought she must be the weird one for thinking her stepmother-in-law had said something utterly ridiculous. She didn’t know what to say; she didn’t know where to even start.
Miriam filled the silence with an almost cheerful nostalgia. “That boy of mine,” she said wistfully and sighed...
2022-11-30 01:34:26 +0000 UTC
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Whatever it’s origins, the Thanksgiving holiday as celebrated by the Miller family is about togetherness, about a whole day spent in one another’s company; a day when everyone is in one place, four generations under one roof celebrating their love for one another and giving thanks for their blessings. And this year, the family welcomed Sadie, newly wed and newly wet, waking up in her husband’s childhood bed the day after Thanksgiving.
She wasn’t surprised; it had been a long cou...
2022-11-27 01:57:59 +0000 UTC
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“You can still change your mind,” Amanda said. Jamie was sitting across from her, purposefully trying to seem less of a little. He even asked Becky to buy him a button-down shirt, something he hated wearing back home, but he wanted to be taken seriously. This was his chance to speak up for unregressed littles.
“No, I want to,” he said. Not that he wasn’t nervous.
“Your pants clean?”
“Keep your voice down,” he hissed, “Yes.”
“Just thought you’d...
2022-11-25 16:02:55 +0000 UTC
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This thanksgiving, I’m thankful for all my wonderful readers. You guys are the best!
2022-11-24 20:48:00 +0000 UTC
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Snow was a new experience for Jamie in any dimension, at least snow that actually covered the ground. It rarely snowed where he was from, and when it did, it was just a dusting. Their first snow was six inches deep, and Jamie truly felt like a kid again with all the excitement of newness getting to play in it for the very first time.
“Manda!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Some of us around here actually dress ourselves,” she said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
2022-11-23 14:00:10 +0000 UTC
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“Hey, World Traveler.”
“Morning, Ella,” Jamie said.
“How was your trip?”
“It was fine. Where were you yesterday,” Jamie asked. He’d missed her while he was gone, and she hadn’t been at daycare when he got back.
“I had a doctor appointment all morning.”
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, just one of my periodic visits. Anything fun to report?”
“We just hung out for the most part. Went canoeing once, went for a couple walks. ...
2022-11-21 15:00:09 +0000 UTC
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“Guess we should go pack up,” Amanda said as they walked back to the cabin from the lodge.
“Check-out is late. We can do it in the morning”
“It got cold,” Mel said. “Feels like winter.”
“First frost tomorrow probably. Being near the water doesn’t help. Always feels colder next to the water.”
“Jamie, did you have fun on the boat today,” Mel asked.
“Yeah. I’ve only gotten to do that a few times. I like it.”
“You did a very go...
2022-11-20 14:54:53 +0000 UTC
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Jamie slowly came back around to consciousness but didn’t open his eyes, staying slumped against whomever was holding him and wishing he hadn’t woken up. Sometimes sleep just feels too good to let go.
“Do you think he’ll like this?”
“He likes the bunny one.”
“Still ...”
“Tell him it’s from me,” Mel said. “That’ll make him love it.” She was the one who had him.
“He should be awake soon.”
“I don’t know how littles sleep l...
2022-11-17 22:50:32 +0000 UTC
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Hi patrons!
Out of an abundance of caution, I removed a series of short stories called Raising Husbands from my Patreon about two years ago. These stories contain heavier and more sexually explicit femdom and regression themes. Some are more hot-and-bothered, and some are my signature blend of hot-and-adorable.
I decided to give it a try publishing some of them via Lulu.com under a new pen name. It's available now on Lulu as a epub file, which you can read on any decide/in any app...
2022-11-14 04:32:33 +0000 UTC
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When you wake up at night, but not really cuz you’re just barely conscious and don’t even remember it, does that count as still being asleep? If so, I’m misbehaving in my sleep now according to some people who don’t handle being concerned about their loved ones very well and go on offense to cover it and are called Mary.
She’s sweet though, which is why she stripped the bed even though the laundry is my chore. Most small chores are my chores ever since my coronation as a stay-...
2022-11-13 21:41:12 +0000 UTC
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“What looks good to you, Jamie?”
“Um ... the pot pie.”
“Good choice on a day like today,” Amanda said. “I think the temperature is falling. Could get cold tonight.” They were seated at a heavy wooden table in a restaurant that looked like its heyday was long past, but the decor was a deliberate effort to make the place seem homey and old fashioned. Red-and-white checkered curtains covered the bottom half of the plate-glass windows fronting the sidewalk on Main Stre...
2022-11-09 00:50:21 +0000 UTC
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The last time we had Mary’s family over was for my birthday back during the plague-iest days of the plague. Mary and I sat on one side of our yard, and her family sat on the other. They stayed a half-hour and left so that other guests could pay tribute to the day I came into and immensely and immediately improved the world. In fact, this was the first time since before March 2020 that we had more than two people in the house and hadn’t quarantined for ten days and/or tested prior to it. W...
2022-11-07 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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For those of you who like having a copy of my stories for Kindle or paperback, Volume 10 of I'm Not a Little Girl (known here on my Patreon as Mary and Daphne) is available on Amazon.
It would be so helpful to me if you left a star rating and review. Just sayin ...
2022-11-06 22:26:56 +0000 UTC
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“Isn’t that the same way I last saw you awake,” Amanda quipped when she stepped onto the porch of their cabin and found her mom nursing Jamie. Jamie, naturally, didn’t interrupt his breakfast to answer.
“Morning,” Becky said while looking down at Jamie. She, too, was engrossed in what she was doing and had a queer smile on her face, of providing for her little boy and the oxytocin contenting her on an autumn morning. It made Manda a little jealous.
“Mel’s getting d...
2022-11-06 22:07:36 +0000 UTC
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“You can stay up late tonight if you want to. You got enough sleep,” Becky said as she changed Jamie’s dirty pants again. It was after dinner, and the four of them had returned to their cabin and changed into warmer clothes.
“What are we gonna do?”
“We’re going to go up to the lodge and join the big campfire.”
“That sounds fun,” Jamie said excitedly. He was especially looking forward to that part. It had been years since he’d sat around a campfire, all ...
2022-11-03 13:04:57 +0000 UTC
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Be sure to read Part 1 of this story. Better yet, go all the way back and read the very first entry in the series!
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2022-10-30 21:37:26 +0000 UTC
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Be forewarned: period kink. Thought I'd try branching out a little here.
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I am Daphne. Hear me squeak.
I roar most of the time. Pretty big roarer. The MGM lion? That’s me doing the voiceover. Really.
It’s just that sometimes I also squeak. It’s Mary, this person I married, who makes me do it. She has a way with me. A gay way (cuz we’re way gay).
Rifling through the cabinet under the bathroom sink is so fun. It’s like a treasur...
2022-10-29 17:25:55 +0000 UTC
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