You’re Disgusting Spit Face

Hold still, baby. Let Mommy get a look at you. Hmmm. Let me just adjust your plastic pants a little. We don’t want any leaks, do we? Nu-uh. No we don’t. We want all your tinkles and poo-poos to stay in your diapers while we’re out today!

Awww, someone’s a blushy baby! I know it’s embarrassing, honey, but Mommy’s very proud of what a big baby you’ve become. Just think, it wasn’t that long ago that you were striding about in your grown-up clothes, thinking you were such a big man. But that was before the matriarchy took over and took away all of those silly “men’s rights”, of course. Now you’re just an overgrown Mama’s boy who stomps around in his diapers and can’t go ten minutes without wetting himself! It’s so cute!

Oh poor baby, don’t look so sad! I know you’re upset that Mommy took away all your adult privileges, but I think spending the rest of your life as my helpless toddler is exactly what you need. Sure, you won’t get to use the toilet, or have sex, or be respected ever again, but you will get lots of attention from all the pretty ladies who want to bottle-feed you and cuddle you and change your diapers! You know how popular you are with women whenever I take you out in public. Now come along, baby boy. Let’s get going!

Aww sweetheart, you’re awake! I know you’re a little confused as to what’s going on, so let me explain. You see.. I’ve been wanting to show you what I do at work and what I look like in my PPE so I figured I would bring everything home with me!

What’s that sweetie? Oh ohh, shhhh.. I know you can’t speak, the muscle relaxers I know I know. You’re tied down too, the restraints are a little overkill because you’ll be asleep again shortly. Don’t panic sweetheart, it’s really okay. The ventilator is breathing for you just fine. *The fearful boyfriend looks into his girlfriends eyes, he can tell she is smiling down at him through her surgical mask, the ventilator causing his chest to rise and fall with each mechanical breath rhythmically pumping through him, totally out of his control, paralyzed*.

Just try your best to relax baby. You’re in safe hands, MY hands sweetie. I wanted to perform a few procedures on you this weekend, so you’ll just have to see after I’m all finished. You’ve been such a good boyfriend to me over these past several months baby. I’m adding some more sedatives to your drip now so you’ll start to feel really sleepy very soon. *The sounds of sterile surgical gloves snapping, and instruments being shuffled on surgical drapings ring through the room as his surroundings begin to spin uncontrollably, the ventilator still forcing air in and out of his limp intubated body*.

You’re such a good boy, goodnight sweetie. *she pulls down her surgical mask with her surgical gloved hands and gently kisses his forehead just as he slips under*.

My man hates the cane, but he behaves so wonderfully afterward.

Looks like your bratty stepdaughter was caught making trouble again at university.

And you’re not going to keep her in line…..are you?

the little flinch of fear spanking your sub where your hand / paddle / cane is just hovering and you can feel them brace themselves for impact. whimpering when you graze them with a light touch. just completely at your mercy. yeah