A Naughty Girl

A Naughty Girl

“And what do you want for Christmas, little girl?” Santa ho-ho-ho’ed, with, Samantha liked to think, a special twinkle in his eye as she lowered herself onto his lap, wriggling her bottom to perch just right on his leg.

“Hmm…” Samantha mused, biting her bottom lip, twirling her immaculately curled hair around one finger. “I don’t know… What do you think I should ask for, Santa?” She wiggled again, making sure her dress rode up just enough to let the old man catch a glimpse of the panties underneath.

It was an act she’d pulled off many times… She knew it was wrong, teasing these guys like that, but she always did her best to make sure she was at the end of their lines, at the end of the day, or at least right before a break, when there were no more kids around; there was just something about it, tempting these people dressed up as such a pure character, that excited her. Watching them break character and turn into the pervy old men she knew they actually were was an absolute delight.

“Hmm,” Santa thought out loud. “I’m not sure, little girl… Maybe you shouldn’t get a gift this year after all.”

“What?” Samantha blinked, briefly plucked out of her reverie. She’d never heard that before… Usually, they either played along, generally with some rather inappropriate suggestions, which made the game all the more amusing to her. It was Christmas Eve, so this would be the last visit of the year; for it to end this way would be quite the let down. “No presents?”

“I think somebody’s been an awfully naughty girl, hasn’t she?” he asked.

Samantha couldn’t help but giggle. Of course… He was playing the game after all, just going a different way. “Me? Naughty?” she opened her eyes wide, full of faux innocence. “Not me, Santa! I’ve been such a good girl this year…”

She tried to straddle his leg, but he calmly, easily held her in place, which just made her more giddy, especially when he spoke again, his tone deadly serious. “Yes, you… You’ve been a naughty girl for quite some time, haven’t you?” She shook her head, though he didn’t buy it. “I think somebody deserves a lump of coal this Christmas.”

“No!” she pouted. “I want a nice, big present from Santa!” she bounced on his lap. “Pleeease?”

“I’m afraid not,” Santa shook his head. “If you can’t even admit the truth, then I can’t give you any presents, young lady.”

“All right,” Samantha sighed dramatically. “I’m a very naughty girl, Santa… And the truth is…” She squirmed closer to him, leaning next to his ear – noticing, to her surprise, that his hair and beard, which looked so big and pure white, and exactly like she imagined Santa having, that she’d been sure right away were fake, actually appeared to be real, or just attached extremely well to his skin – before whispering, “My panties are so wet right now.”

She giggled again, positive that would shake him out of character, get a real response out of him. The mall was about to close, anyway, and there were only a few other people milling about, so who cared? “Well, in that case, I have a special present for you.” Samantha grinned, prepared for him to whisper something himself… Instead, he leaned over, reaching into the crumpled, red bag on the floor beside him, and pulled out a small teddy bear, handing it to her, then, with surprising strength, lifting her off his lap. “Have a Merry Christmas, Samantha.”


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An Early Christmas Present

An Early Christmas Present

“No, I didn’t!” Sunnie whined, stomping her foot. “If I bought anything, it was Christmas presents… Probably for you, you jerk!”

“Really?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “For me? At Victoria’s Secret?”

“Y-Yeah…” Sunnie defiant attitude wavered for a moment before springing back as strong as ever. “I mean, for me to wear, but for you to enjoy!”

“You already have more than enough lingerie, along with… Well, everything else. That’s why I asked you to watch your spending last month,” Aaron said. “And just look at all these charges… This is ridiculous!” He shook the credit card statement in front of his wife’s face, until Sunnie batted it away.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Sunnie pouted. “I can only clean so much… I’m not your maid!”

“No, you aren’t,” Aaron agreed. “We have a maid; she’s told me how much work it is here, because you never clean or straighten up anything, just leave it all to her.”

“It’s her job!” Sunnie reminded him.

“Maybe you should get one of those for yourself,” Aaron suggested. “Just something little, part time, and you could spend that money however you wanted, and…”

“Nooo,” Sunnie crossed her arms sulkily. Half the reason she’d married Aaron was so she wouldn’t have to do that! He was so rich, she knew a few shopping sprees a month shouldn’t make that big a difference, and yet he was always lecturing her about it… It was awful!

“Sunnie,” Aaron sighed. “Honestly, it’s like I’m talking to a petulant teenager… No, not even that, a spoiled little girl.”

“I am not a little girl!” Sunnie huffed, stomping her foot again. “I am an adult, and…” She gasped as Aaron grabbed her, pulling her over his knee. “What do you think you’re…?!” she growled unhappily, her eyes opening wide with shock as he yanked her pants and underwear down and delivered a hard swat.

It took a few seconds to register what was happening, as she craned her neck, trying to look up at him. “Y-You wouldn’t…” she gasped, only then realizing she was about to get spanked, like a naughty child. But, it turned out, he would. He very much would…. And that was only the start.


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Just Like Old Times

Just Like Old Times

“I don’t know, Grandma,” Kaylee did her best to suppress an eye roll, not wanting to offend her grandmother, although she also didn’t want to have to agree. “I have stuff to do, and…”

“But you just said you were off work the next few days,” the older woman pointed out.

“Yeah, I know,” Kaylee had to admit, having told her that without thinking it could be used to guilt her into giving up that free time.

“And you aren’t going to be here for Christmas…” her Grandma said. “You could stay overnight, and we can have our Christmas tomorrow morning, just like old times!”

Kaylee opened her mouth, trying to come up with an excuse that would satisfy her grandmother without hurting her feelings, but nothing came to mind. As much as she would have liked to just go home and relax, and enjoy the fact that she didn’t have anything to do, she knew that her grandmother was just lonely, and wanted somebody to spend some time with her. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just spend one night with her, and then she could go home the next morning…

“Oh, good,” her grandmother smiled as Kaylee gave in. “It’s been so long…. But I know what you like, sweetie. Get into your PJs and we’ll bake some cookies!”

Cookies did sound awfully good, especially Christmas cookies, undoubtedly the best kind of cookies. And her Grandma made the best Christmas cookies around, as far as she was concerned. She could remember being a little kid, standing around the kitchen, almost definitely under foot and in the way, watching her work… It would be nice to relive that, she supposed, except…

“I don’t have any pajamas with me,” she said, wondering why she hadn’t thought of that earlier as an excuse to get her out of there in the first place.

“I’m sure I have something,” her grandmother told her. “You just wait right here…”

Kaylee expected a spare nightgown, something for an old person… She got just the opposite. She blushed as she saw the pair of footed pajamas, not even wanting to ask why her grandma would have those, and in her size. “I don’t know,” she protested sceptically.

“This is what I remember you wearing when you would help me,” the older woman said. “You were so adorable… Do you remember that?”

“Not quite,” Kaylee replied, though that didn’t stop her Grandma from handing the pajamas over. As the girl took them, she realized there was something else behind them, as her hand brushed against crinkling plastic, her cheeks darkening. “I-I don’t think… This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

“This is exactly what I always think of you in,” her grandmother told her, a thought that did nothing to make Kaylee feel less embarrassed. “I have pictures around here someplace, if…”

“No, no,” Kaylee shook her head. “That’s okay. I guess I can wear this, but I’m not going to…”

“Now, don’t argue,” the other woman lectured. “Your mother told me you’d say you didn’t need them…”

“Yeah, like six years ago!” Kaylee somehow found a darker red for her face to turn. Unfortunately, while she may not recall wearing footed sleepers around her grandmother, the diaper was another story… She had more than a few vivid memories of that from not nearly as long ago as she would have preferred. “I really don’t need them anymore.”

“Your mom didn’t tell me that,” her Grandma said. “And I remember the last time I trusted you about that, and…”

“Fine!” Kaylee cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of the story. “I’ll go change…” At first, she thought she could fake it, that there was no way her Grandma would actually check, but as soon as she zipped the sleeper up, she knew it wouldn’t work, that no check would be needed. With a sigh, she debated breaking her grandmother’s heart and telling her she wasn’t going to stay after all.

“How cute!” her Grandma exclaimed, a few minutes later, as Kaylee came toddling back to the kitchen. “Just like old times!”

Kaylee didn’t help with the baking much, but just standing there, surrounded by the smell of the cookies in the oven, enveloped in the warmth of the kitchen, and – to her chagrin – hearing the rustle of her diaper with every tiny move, she had to admit, it really did take her back to her childhood.

Maybe that was why it happened… Her Grandma made her go to bed early, which didn’t bother her as much as it probably should have, since she was feeling pretty tired. When she woke up, however, she was greeted by another familiar feeling, this one much less welcome. There was a present sitting on her bed, a signal that ‘Santa’ had come, beckoning her to open it, then wander to the living room for the rest; for the moment, she was too concerned with what was happening under her PJs.

She hadn’t wet the bed in years, and yet, there was no mistaking that was what had happened. It was a good thing she’d worn a diaper, sure, but how was she going to explain this? She wasn’t sure how she could possibly hide it… Maybe her Grandma wouldn’t check her, though she couldn’t stay in this forever, and she definitely didn’t want to wear it out of the house. If she threw it away in there, however, her grandmother was sure to find it, and it would probably be worse for Kaylee if she didn’t admit to what had happened beforehand.

She sat on the bed, blushing and pawing at the thick padding of her diaper, pondering how best to handle it, whether coming right out and admitting it would at least keep Grandma from telling Kaylee’s mother about this… Kaylee was really too old to be tattled on for her bathroom habits, but that didn’t mean she wanted them to be blabbed around, especially when they were this infantile. No matter what she did, though, she had a bad feeling that she’d find herself in these same, exact pajamas the next time she stayed with her Grandma, and probably for a long time to come… Just like old times…


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Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Hello all!

I’m sorry for the lack of Christmas captions this year… I had a few potential ideas, but there really aren’t that many Christmas themed AB/DL pictures, at least that I can find, and I just couldn’t find any that worked well enough… That, and I haven’t had as much time to work on them as usual.

But I still wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas! I hope you’re all having a wonderful holiday season, and thank you all for your comments and support throughout the years… Hopefully I’ll be back to posting things for you very soon!