The Manor (open to all!)

[SlightPhobia]

He allowed Zochi to approach and as he did, he leaned back, slightly. Pulling the boy, by the small of his waist, he eased the young man against him, wrapping one arm around him. Straddling him to his waist in a very infantile fashion, he nuzzled his nose to the side of Zochi's tear-stained cheek. "Mister Spice," he repeated quietly. Would he lash out in anger? No; certainly not! "You certainly will not betray me... never again," he hummed. "Your solitary act of defiance has changed your destiny, you see. You belong to me now-- you're mine... all mine," he ranted sounding a bit warped as he did so. His thick, black lashes had closed together as he held the boy. One arm circled tightly around the boy's shoulders; his palm cupped behind the boy's head. His free hand slid down to gently stroke briefly over Zochi's scarlet backside. "Mister Spice," he repeated one last time. "You will not call me by that name.... Especially not where we are going," he cooed. Pulling the boy away, he eased him to lay upon his back on the ground. That may not have been a very comfortable pose given that he'd been spanked moments prior. "You will call me... Daddy," he cooed. What an embarrassing title! "It would be impudent for you to address me by my name... Now.... Tell me yes; call me by my proper title," he commanded. "Both of you," He added sternly.
Reaching into the pile, he shook open a crinkling disposable diaper. It was childish and thick-- puffy and loud. Laying it flat, he wedged his hand beneath Zochi's back and lifted him lightly. It was awkward, given his size, but somehow, he managed to slide the diaper beneath his well spanked bottom. Lowering him down, the plush devil crinkled loudly. A pair of palms pushed the man's thighs apart-- far apart, and then he set himself to work. There would be no way to hide such a noisy diaper! "Lay still," he commanded. In a moment, he had taken hold of a canister of powder and twisted the lid to the 'open' position. "Presenting children who smell would be unsightly-- a terrible thing," he commented, dashing a dangerous amount of powder over Zochi's exposed sex. One crinkly tug later, and the front of the diaper pressed the velvety powder against his flesh, trapping the heat of his body tightly against him. Peeling up the tabs of the diaper, he closed either hip of the nappy with a sticky percussion. A little train was printed on the front of the diaper-- how childish indeed! Without a word, he tugged a pair of blue shorts up the gent's thighs. They too seemed childish. They bore a series of snaps on the inside of the legs and were short enough to make the young man's legs seem too long! As for the waist of the trousers, it was a wee bit too short, exposing the crinkled hem of the boy's diaper. A little boy fauntleroy shirt was added next-- more commonly known as a sailor's shirt. He might have picked a T-shirt with a dinosaur or something equally as casual and childish-- but they had been invited! This was an occasion for little ones to dress their best. One couldn't disappoint Mistress Tanya! A dark navy blue scarf was tied under the sailor's collar in a sturdy knot before he tugged down on the short hem of the shirt. It too was too short to cover the hem of the pants or the little peeking of the diaper. It even showed a little of the boy's tummy, as though he were a toddler too quickly outgrowing his clothes. A pair of white socks was tucked onto his feet-- and no shoes. They wouldn't need shoes where they were going. "Hnn... yes, that looks nice, I think. Very nice," he cooed, turning his attention now to Alex.
Standing, he offered Zochi's head a soft pat. "Stay," he commanded before squatting down next to Alex. "Come to me," he murmured, kneeling down as he had for Zochi. "Come to me and tell your heart to me... tell it," he coaxed rhythmically.

[forsakenonexxo]

.Alex would hear his words and respond with a simple nod as she made her way over to him rubbing her spanked area hopeing it would ease the sting of the blows Alex would then look up at him her icy blue eyes periceing into his glaze. I wont fight you any more mr spice i can tell you mean no harm but you can if you so wished too so for now ill respect you and obey

[SlightPhobia]

The gent watched the young miss approach; watched her break two commands he had only just spoken to her. His expression did not reflect his aggravation. It remained smooth and unbroken as the surface of a looking pool. "Alex," he called in a quiet, but decidedly potent tone. Though she had come to stand before him, there would be no embrace for now. She was not broken; she was not ready. Rather than pull her into comfort, he took hold of her waist and mindfully forced her to lay upon the ground. Crouching over her, his blonde hair spilled over his shoulder and brushed the side of her arm idly. His palm was pressed flat beside her head, supporting his weight as he crouched above her. "What did you just call me, my dear?" He baited. Before she could answer, he withdrew himself and dug his fingers into the diaper bag. Pulling out a curious spray-bottle of decidedly green liquid, he took hold of the girl's chin and pulled her mouth open. With a single spritz from the jar, a sour taste flooded her mouth. It was a very apple-like taste, but it was hideously tart and unpleasant. "A taste of bitterness, perhaps;" he murmured. "The juice of these crab apples are quite... potent." Moreover, they would likely upset the poor girl's stomach. She would have to learn to listen to the master a little better than she had. "First," he scolded, tugging the diaper free from the smaller pile. "I instructed you not to rub your bottom." Shaking open the diaper, he laid it aside the girl's hips. "Second-- I instructed you to refer to me as nothing other than: "Daddy-- unless you would prefer to return to being a caged dog?" Wedging his hand beneath the small of her back, he lifted her hips up from the floor and slid the diaper beneath her bottom. Any clothes she had been wearing were swiftly pulled away--torn if need be. His hands were greedy about removing the scraps of clothing. He did not find them pleasing-- and so he wished them away. With nothing to hide her frame, he firmly wrenched her legs apart, shamelessly allowing his eyes to gaze the female folds between her thighs. No cast of want or amusement came over him though. Instead, he took up the powder and shook loose a flurry of white flakes, allowing them to cling and slide over her exposed flesh as they pleased before he pulled the diaper up between her legs and trapped her within the puffy, warm crinkle-beast. Her dress was an empire-waisted short nightmare, to be honest. It was princess pink and made of fine fabric. The bodice was smooth and plain, though its collar bore fine, white lace. As for the puff sleeves, they too bore the same lace. The dress was short at the front, and split at the back to allow her diaper to show quite shamelessly. The skirt was trimmed in a ruffle and a quaint bow tied the waist of the dress off at the back. The skirt itself almost seemed like an apron-- very toddler-like. Her disposable diaper had a lovely little unicorn motif on the front- what wasn't to love? A pair of pink knee socks was added and turned over that a rim of lace pointed back to the floor. Upon her head, he slid a little pink head-band that was garnished with a lace bow. In an instant, she'd transformed into an infantile lace beast rather than a seductive slave.
"Now then... We are going, dear children, to the nursery, as we were invited. Once we are there, you will bow to Mistress Tanya and apologize for being such naughty children in being tardy. You will thank her for her gracious invitation and be on your best behaviour. Is that quite understood?" he called, waiting to hear nothing but: 'yes daddy' in return.

[Astrello]

Zochi is already broken, but the kindness and love that Mr. Spice was showing him even how embarrassing it may be, he was willing to do this. He could be Daddy's boy if this is what made his employer, now daddy happy he would do it. He had not yet come to know his daddy enough yet but he already had started to love him. Swallowing he does his best toddler talk he can muster.

"Yes daddy. Daddy, can I hold your hand," he says with a cute and childish lisp. He had decided that if his daddy wanted this he would do his best to make him happy.

[Moemura]

Amy moaned a bit when Felicia placed one of her boobs into her mouth. Her body was very tense and she feels that she could climax at any moment.

[Garu]

"Common cum!" She shouted at her slave surprised that she was able to hold out so long even on the horny inducing aphrodisiacs

[Moemura]

Amy couldn't hold it in any longer. She was finally starting to cum in her diaper and she wanted to stop now.

[Garu]

Tanya smiled and gently pulled out demanding that Felicia did the same and gave her a break. "Now then we have a schedule to keep" she said smiling laying Amy back and adding a second diaper over her current once since there was now a large hole inside it

[Moemura]

Amy was now panting very heavily. She was glad that the urges were now gone. The girl looked up and saw Tanya adding a second diaper over her first one.

[Garu]

Tanya looked down at her and grabbed her outfit scattered across the floor slapping them to remove the wrinkles. "Task task" she said as she slowly began to redress Amy. "Wrinkles when we are having company. Why do you give me these reasons to punish you" she winked as the final piece, the bonnet was slid on. "Come now back to the nursery."