she-ra is still so so funny to me like. as a concept
dreamworks/netflix/mattel: ok mr. stevenson, we’d like this reboot to be a fun kids show with a good story for the whole family and lots of nostalgia to bring in revenue for the franchise etc. sound good?
nate stevenson, planning a story in his head where pop culture icon & beloved 80s childrens hero She-Ra is a brainwashed christian imperialist soldier who has a sexuality crisis over her gay arch enemy for 5 seasons then kills god by kissing her: mhm yes absolutely
I awoke, dewy eyed and still entangled in the deep lull of sleep, I stretched long and hard before sitting up slowly. As I did so I realized a few things; I was not in my bed with Daddy, but in my crib in the nursery, & I had slept well past when I intended to. Additionally, Daddy had taken it upon himself to dress me in a thick diaper; which from the looks of it I used in my sleep.
My face was burning from how embarrassed I was, power play was one thing, but I actually used a diaper?
Then I remembered what happened, I begged Daddy to let me go out drinking with my friends, he relented, only on the condition that I didn’t drink too much. He must not have been pleased when I stumbled in 2 hours after I should have been home, so drunk I could barely walk.
Face red, I went to get out of my crib, I was halfway out when I heard Daddy’s footsteps down the hall.
“Well look who’s a big girl now”.
I stepped down onto the floor and turned to face the door, Daddy was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.
I looked down at my feet, suddenly feeling very small.
“Don’t you have anything to say sweetie?”
Daddy cooed, cockiness dripping off his every word.
My mouth had gone dry, I shuffled my feet and said the only thing I could muster- “I’m sorry Daddy”.
“Sorry for what? Turning your phone off and missing curfew, telling my you will be responsible them getting blackout drunk? Or are you sorry becuase I had to pick you up off the kitchen floor, strip you down and diaper you?”.
I’d never been so embarrassed, Daddy clearly was not happy.
“You didn’t have to diaper me”. I mumbled.
“Of course I did. You couldn’t even walk and you had clearly drank a lot, if you had to go to the bathroom you wouldn’t have made it there. I can see that I was right”.
I shifted awkwardly, wishing that I had behaved differently.
“Daddy is not pleased with you baby. You disobeyed me, made me worry about you, and drank way too much. If you are going to act like a baby, Daddy will treat you like one. Come here, I’m gonna change your soggy diaper”.
“I don’t need another diaper, I’m up now”. I said.
“You haven’t demonstrated to Daddy that you can control yourself, which means back to diapers for you. Maybe spending a week or so regressed will remind you of the privileges you once had”.
“A week? Daddy no, this won’t happen again, you can’t do this to me”.
This was the wrong thing to say.
In 2 strides he was across the room and throwing me over his shoulder. A few more paces and I was over his lap. A felt his fingers on my hips and then 2 tearing sounds. He was ripping off my diaper. The second the diaper was off he started spanking me, hard.
My legs kicked uncontrollably, the pain becoming to much to bear.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Disrespect. Me”. Each word was accompanied with a hard slap.
“I am your DADDY, I decide what is best for my potty pants princess. You were VERY bad and need to be punished. There will be no more decisions for you missy. You think you know better than Daddy, baby? Huh?”.
All I could muster was a pathetic whimper, I was SO embarrassed, how could I let this happen?
While I was wishing I could go back in time, Daddy had swiftly put me back on the floor and pulled me over his lap, pinning me down with his legs while he spanked me over and over again. I clung to his leg while I whimpered and cried, my body jerking and reacting to each spank.
‘Bad girl. Bad BAD girl!’ Daddy taunted as he turned my humiliated baby butt red. My ass burned but my face burned worse, I’ve let Daddy do some pretty embarrassing things to me but I’d never truly lost control like this.
As if reading my mind, Daddy said. 'It’s okay baby, Daddy won’t let this happen again, clearly you are too much of a baby to go out on your own. This shows Daddy that he let you have too much freedom. You are just a little baby and Daddy is going to keep you safe.’
I whimpered and cried, from pain, embarrassment and humiliation.
Daddy pet my hair, 'It’s okay little one. It’s not your fault you had an accident, that’s what babies do. Daddy is going to keep you in diapers because you are such a baby and can’t control yourself’.
'Daddy no… Please I promise it won’t happen again. I can be a big girl’. I whined.
Daddy was not phased, petting my hair and listening to my helplessness baby pleas.
'Oh baby, you don’t get a choice. Daddy gave you a chance to be big and you drank yourself silly and had an accident in your big girl panties. Do big girls drink until they pee themselves all over Daddy’s floor? Do big girls need daddy to clean them up, powder them and put them in diapers because they can’t walk to the potty? Is that what big girls do?’
My silence was clearly not satisfying, Daddy gently grabbed my hair and released my legs amd spanked me twice, indicating it was time to get off his lap. Legs shaking, I wobbled to a stand. He pulled me in front of him and gently helped me so I was kneeling in front of him, looking up at him.
He looked me deep in the eyes 'Is that what big girls do sweetie?’
My lip quivered, 'No daddy’.
Daddy started playing with my pigtails. 'That’s right baby. That’s what little babies do, that’s what you are. You are my little baby and Daddy is going to treat you like it. I’m going to lotion up your very bad baby butt, then we will get you all cleaned up and padded. I don’t want to hear any arguments, only baby noises’.
I nodded, too humiliated to argue. I clung to Daddy’s leg as he pet my hair and let me cry out the adrenaline from the spanking. 'It’s okay little one, all babies have accidents. Daddy isn’t angry, he was just worried about you, but you are safe with me.’
I clung to Daddy’s leg while he pet my hair and let me cry out the adrenaline from my spanking. When my butt was finally more red then my face he picked me up and took me to the impromptu changing station he had set up.
After cleaning me up with wet wipes (so cold) and exclaiming what a messy baby I was he rubbed my poor little baby butt in soothing oil. I felt so exposed and vulnerable & kept covering my face. After the oil worked its magic I felt the powder and then finally Daddy told me to lift up my baby butt while he slid a diaper underneath me & taped it up.
'You don’t have to worry baby, it will be a long time until you get your big girl privileges back. Daddy will take care of everything for you. Now come on, it’s breakfast time. Daddy will feed you’.
Every time I see this I’m not sure if its fandom content or just a summary of what being piss drunk with your best friend is like but either way it’s Perfect
i have never been more instantly influenced by media than when i was a kid in middle school or maybe freshman of hs and witnessed that scene in adventure time where finn eats a sandwich and drinks a whole glass of milk or orange juice i forget which and immediately takes a nap on the couch while smiling. i remember pausing the tv, going to the kitchen, fixing myself up with that exact setup and then falling asleep. completely drone-like in its execution. i’ve never been hypnotized like that by anything before or since
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