Ever since I was a little girl I always had the idea that a woman cannot be sexual.That she can never ever express her sexual feelings and sexual desires in public. That she must always keep her sexual thoughts bottled up, because if she didn’t they would label her as a slut or whore. But in my mere 17 years of living I have come to the conclusion that men and women should be created as equal and that there should be no gender roles or gender misconceptions in the world. So with that being said women should be able to express every bit of sexual desire that she has without being ridiculed or called a slut. And yes I know you’re asking yourself why at 17 do you have these thoughts but. I’m just being real with you guys. I’m telling the truth. I’m saying what many of you guys are thinking but wouldn’t have the balls to say out loud, because let’s be honest just because you like sex doesn’t mean that you are a whore(whore-someone who sleeps with anyone and has reckless sex with multiple partners). A woman can be a sex freak but still be a lady. Me…myself… I like to be what is called “a lady in the streets but freak in the sheets”. I’d never spill my dirty laundry out there for everyone to know(except in this anonymous blog of course lol). I would do anything and everything in my power to make my man happy and keep him satisfied. so with that being said I am a woman, I am a lady, I am Lexi.
Day 2 of timed lock experiments: Daddy told me to put on a fresh pull-up and jeans and set the timer on my lock for 6 hours. I had 2 cups of water, 2 cups of coffee, aaand…ummm, maybe not such a dry pair of jeans by the end of the day @jay-saun
*Daydreaming about going on a super cute date with my daddy that ends with me straddling his lap on the couch while we make out. Of course I’m desperate to go potty by then, but much too silly and little to stop kissing him to go excuse myself to run to the bathroom like a big girl (c-cause who can resist daddy kisses, right???), so I end up abruptly wetting my panties in his lap in embarrassingly audible spurts that cause him to lift up my skirt to investigate. He then watches in disbelief as I lose all control and soak us both while I blush and try to apologize…which naturally leads to some spanks and, um…other… things* @jay-saun
Ohhh, but…that’s totally not how that wet spot on the couch actually happened…I-I just spilled my drink, I promise (ok but tbh, the real story is actually pretty embarrassing too)
To the person who asked for the “real story” behind the pic in the comments:
Ummm…soooo, this happened on the last day of my daddy’s @jay-saun first trip to visit me (which was our first time meeting in person ). Daddy might’ve put me in a goodnite for bedtime the night before…and I’m pretty sure I wet it before we even fell asleep and I woke up again at some point that night having to go potty and wet it again .
My daddy asked me if I stayed dry and checked my pull-up when we woke up the next morning, so he knew I wasn’t dry…buuut maybe he didn’t realize that I hadn’t wet super recently and had a full morning bladder that I was struggling to hold. He also had a quick meeting/call he had to take for work first thing that morning, and even though I knew I had to potty really bad, I was too shy to ask daddy for a change or if I could use the actual potty. Then, to distract from my blushy/wiggly, already soggy state, I decided to hurry to the kitchen to make coffee for daddy and me while he got ready for his meeting…and I’m not sure if he was aware of this, but he totally came into the kitchen and talked to me while I was actively struggling and failing not to wet my pull-up more as I pretended to focus on making our coffee …but it didn’t stop there, caaause after I brought daddy his coffee once his meeting had started, I went to pack my suitcase (so we’d have more free time after his meeting)…and I ended up completely wetting my pull-up while I did that just because I really couldn’t hold it anymore. When I was done packing (and wetting my pull-up ) I went back to the living room where my daddy was wrapping up his meeting and sat down on the couch to finish my coffee…but I had no idea my pull-up was dangerously wet the way it apparently was, because even though I didn’t pee pee any more, sitting down was enough to make my pull-up leak all over my cute pjs AND leave a giant wet spot on the couch underneath me .
When my daddy got done with his meeting and I realized something went wrong with my pull-up, I just remember getting suuuuper blushy and saying something like “omg, nooo…I don’t even know how this happened…I didn’t even pee!!” (or something like that, maybe my daddy remembers more specifics?)…but I definitely remember how embarrassed I felt as I hopped up and backed away from the giant wet spot I made on the couch. My daddy of course had to take a picture of the mess I made before he got me all cleaned up…and just before he led me to the bedroom to get changed he said “it’s okay, I should’ve changed you before my meeting”…and I just melted even more
“Little girl, it’s time!” she heard her daddy call from the living room as the familiar sound of the childish jingle her daddy had chosen as the alarm sound for her potty timers began to play. She flopped down on her bed with an exasperated sigh, already feeling her cheeks getting hot from embarrassment. As though it wasn’t already humiliating enough that her daddy had taken away her big girl panty privileges for the day because she’d woken up to a wet bed for the third time that week, but now she also had to be subjected to having timed potty visits and pull-up checks like an actual toddler or something.
“Come on…it’s potty time, little girl. Don’t make me say it again!” Her daddy called, a little more loudly and sternly, from the living room. “But I don’t even have to goooo!!” She called back sullenly, still sulking as she pulled herself up from the bed and started reluctantly making her way to the living room.
She was immediately met by her daddy’s skeptical glare as she entered the room. “You don’t have to go? Are you sure you don’t want to go try?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, maintaining his serious tone. “Nooo, I don’t have to go daddy…plus these potty timers are dumb, and I’m not a baby!!” She whined loudly, giving him her best pouty face for added emphasis.
“Excuse me??? You need to drop the attitude little girl!” he snapped from his armchair, making sure to wait until he had her full attention before continuing, “And before you try to argue any more about how you’re not a baby, remind me again why it is that you’re in diapers today and daddy is having to keep you on a strict potty schedule.”
“B-but it’s not faaair, it’s not even my fault! The only reason I keep wet-ummm, I mean, that “it” keeps happening is cause you keep making me drink so much water before bed!” She pouted. Her daddy smirked at her childishly silly attempt to defend herself. “Oh, so you’re blaming me for your little bedwetting problem now, all because I make sure you drink a glass of water before bedtime? You know daddy drinks a glass of water with you every night too, and yet you’re the only one who can’t seem to keep the bed dry like a big girl should be able to…” He reminded her.
Her cheeks instantly flushed as she searched her mind for any rational argument she could come up with to defend herself, but she kept drawing a blank. Her daddy didn’t hesitate to take advantage of her blushy silence, “Okay, since you’re such a big girl and you don’t need to go potty, then you don’t have to go. I’ll just set your potty timer for another hour. No potty trips until then…and don’t forget what happens if you can’t keep that pull-up dry, little one.” he said coolly, as he restarted the timer on his phone.
Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she’d just set herself up for, “b-but…ummm, wait daddy I-I” she stammered. “Hold that thought little girl, first daddy needs to check your diaper just to be safe…you know the rules. I have to make sure you’re actually staying dry after every trip to the potty or every time you skip a potty break.” her daddy insisted, motioning for her to come closer. Her face grew extra pouty after hearing her pull-up being referred to, yet again, as a “diaper”. “Daaaddy, it’s not a diaper!!” she whined as she slowly stepped towards him. As soon as she was within arms reach, her daddy pulled her close and began to unbutton her pants, choosing to ignore her latest complaint.
She pouted silently as he unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs so he could get a better look at her pull-up. He paused briefly for a moment in disbelief after seeing how wet she clearly was, “No wonder you said you didn’t need to go potty little girl, you’re already soaked!” He exclaimed admonishingly. “Wh-whaaat? N-nooo, but I…” she stammered yet again as her cheeks burned and tears started to gather in her eyes. How could she have forgotten she was wet? Even she could admit that she’d been having more accidents lately, but this was a whole new level of absent-minded potty failure behavior for her.
A tear rolled down her bright red cheek as she pitifully crawled into her daddy’s lap, throwing her arms around his neck while she tried her best not to burst into tears. "What’s wrong baby girl? You didn’t know you had an accident, or are you just embarrassed for daddy to find out you didn’t make it to the potty?” Her daddy asked in a softer tone as he wiped the tear from her cheek before wrapping his arms around her. She sniffled as she rested her head against her daddy’s shoulder, scanning the room sadly as she tried to figure out a way to explain the soggy state of her pull-up.
Then she saw them- the brightly colored blue and pink pony panties she’d brought to her daddy that morning in the hopes he’d let her wear them for the day. He’d taken them from her and helped her into a pull-up instead, explaining she just couldn’t be trusted after so many wet nights. She felt more tears spill down her cheeks as she grabbed the panties that were left hanging over her daddy’s armchair as a humiliating reminder of how she wasn’t big enough to be trusted in them and pulled out of her daddy’s embrace to face him with her shamefully rosy red, tear stained cheeks.
“Daddy, it’s not fair…the only reason I keep having accidents is because you keep making me drink so much waaater…aaand, and doing the dumb potty timers!” She cried, hoping he’d take pity on her after seeing her get so upset. “I just gotta go change into my new panties, daddy…then I’ll be a big girl again, I promise!” She sobbed, sniffling as she tried climbing out of her daddy’s lap hoping he’d let her go.
“I don’t think so little girl, you know the rules.” Her daddy answered firmly, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her across his lap in one swift motion. He yanked down her wet pull-up and began delivering spank after sharp, stinging spank with his bare hand until she couldn’t help but yelp and kick her legs in protest. Finally, once he saw that she’d had enough and his hand prints were burning bright red on her bum, he stopped and gently rubbed his hand over her smooth, warm skin soothingly.
He pulled her wet pull-up back up and guided her back into his lap so she was facing him again with her tear stained cheeks. “Do you have something to say to daddy, little girl?” He asked as he traced up and down her sides with his finger tips. “I-I’m sorry daddy…” she said softly, her lip still trembling as she held back more sobs.
He leaned in to kiss her forehead sweetly, “Good girl…and who’s my little potty pants?” he asked, casting his gaze down at the swollen crotch of her wet pull-up. “I-I am…” she answered softly. “That’s right, you’re daddy’s little potty pants…and daddy loves you very much.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek as he ran his fingers through her long, messy hair. “I love you too, daaaddy!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck once again. “That’s my girl…now let’s go get you changed into a proper diaper, okay?” He said, lifting her up in his strong arms before carrying her back to the bedroom.
*Daydreaming about going on a super cute date with my daddy that ends with me straddling his lap on the couch while we make out. Of course I’m desperate to go potty by then, but much too silly and little to stop kissing him to go excuse myself to run to the bathroom like a big girl (c-cause who can resist daddy kisses, right???), so I end up abruptly wetting my panties in his lap in embarrassingly audible spurts that cause him to lift up my skirt to investigate. He then watches in disbelief as I lose all control and soak us both while I blush and try to apologize…which naturally leads to some spanks and, um…other… things* @jay-saun
Ohhh, but…that’s totally not how that wet spot on the couch actually happened…I-I just spilled my drink, I promise (ok but tbh, the real story is actually pretty embarrassing too)
Just had the best long weekend with my daddy. I already miss him sooo much and can’t wait to share some of the content we made together during my visit. Thank you for all the snuggles and changes (of panties and dips ) and for being the bestest daddy ever @jay-saun
Daddy took me on a little road trip to go see the mountains and cute shops. Of course he made sure I stayed well hydrated and even got me a new stuffie …but then I had to go potty super bad on the way back home, and of course we ran into a lot of traffic. And I ummm…maaaybe didn’t quite make it to the potty @jay-saun
