Yesterday, we had an amazing session with one of our most devoted adult babies, now renamed “Baby Alex” for the occasion. This was a day of intense nurturing, discipline, and discovery, designed to reinforce his place and deepen his bond with us—Mistress Azumi and Mistress Q.
We began, as always, with Baby Alex’s transformation. He stepped out of his adult clothing and into a thick, crinkly nappy adorned with playful pastel patterns. Over this, we dressed him in an adorable baby blue onesie with snaps, complete with a bonnet and matching gloves. A soft blanket of powder and the faint scent of lavender completed the preparation. His wide eyes darted between us, already brimming with anticipation.
Baby Alex was then gently guided into his highchair, where he was fed his special meal of puréed fruits and vegetables by Mistress Q. His feeding was slow and deliberate, each spoonful a reminder of his dependency. Occasionally, a stray drop would fall onto his chin, prompting Mistress Q to coo mockingly as she wiped it away. “Such a messy baby,” she teased, her tone a mix of adoration and playful authority.
However, Baby Alex’s behaviour faltered when he squirmed and hesitated to accept his bottle. Mistress Q’s eyes narrowed, and she exchanged a knowing look with Mistress Azumi. “Oh dear, it seems Baby Alex needs a lesson in obedience,” Mistress Azumi said with a smirk.
The highchair tray was removed, and Baby Alex was guided onto the play mat. His wrists and ankles were securely restrained, ensuring he remained in place for his lesson. Mistress Q produced a mask infused with a strong, comforting aroma of baby powder and vanilla, slipping it over his nose and mouth. The scent overwhelmed his senses, grounding him in the moment and emphasizing his role as our little one.
Mistress Azumi then took the lead, delivering firm, rhythmic smacks to his diapered bottom. “Naughty babies must learn to listen,” she chided with each impact. Mistress Q’s hand rested on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing his sensitive skin to both soothe and heighten his awareness of the discipline.
To reinforce the lesson, Mistress Q retrieved a large pacifier, securing it in place with a strap. “This will help keep those naughty little noises in check,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. The muffled whimpers from Baby Alex only encouraged us further.
By the end, Baby Alex was a picture of submission and contentment, his cheeks flushed and his spirit softened. He lay cradled in Mistress Azumi’s arms while Mistress Q whispered gentle reassurances, reminding him of his place as our cherished little one.
As we tucked him into his crib, Baby Alex gazed up at us with shining eyes, his gratitude and devotion palpable. Sessions like this remind us of the beauty in nurturing and the profound connection that comes from trust and discipline. Together, Mistress Q and I look forward to continuing Baby Alex’s journey of self-discovery and growth.