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I woke up on the last day of vacation in my wet diaper and it was feeling a little too thin so I grabbed the bag of old wet diapers and I put all four of them on 🥵 I hate that being such an icky little girl turns me on so incredibly much 🙈

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”Well, silly, what do you think? Of course they’re for you. Have I been acting like a baby lately? Now lie down on the floor. You’ll get used to this, baby.”

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44. The Joy of Breastfeeding: A Cherished Bond in Our MDLB Dynamic

Hello, wonderful community! Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with a deeply personal update on our MDLB and FLR journey. One of the most beautiful and intimate parts of our dynamic is breastfeeding—a moment that fills me with joy, brings James into his vulnerable little boy headspace, and creates a closeness that words can barely capture. The physical sensation is incredible for me, but it’s the emotional connection, his sweet vulnerability, and the relaxing calm it brings to our day that make it so special. I also love how my breasts have transformed from something sexual for James to a pure, comforting tool—just a little boy needing his Mummy’s milk and cuddles. I can’t get enough of it, and neither can he. Today, I want to share the magic of this experience, why it’s become a cornerstone of our routine, and how it deepens our bond. I’d love to hear your thoughts on similar moments in your dynamics!

The Physical Joy for Mummy

Breastfeeding James is one of the most amazing physical experiences in our dynamic. When he latches on, a warm, tingling rush spreads through me, a mix of comfort and connection that’s hard to describe. The gentle rhythm of his suckling is soothing, grounding, and my body responds with a wave of calm that melts away the day’s stresses. Whether we’re curled up on the sofa in the morning or winding down before bed, those 10-15 minutes (switching sides halfway) are pure bliss. My shoulders relax, my breathing slows, and I feel completely present, wrapped in the warmth of nurturing my little boy. It’s both calming and invigorating, a reminder of the power I hold as his Mummy to comfort him in such an intimate way. I crave these moments, eagerly awaiting the next time I can pull him close and feel that connection.

A Transformation: From Sexual to Comforting

One of the most profound aspects of breastfeeding in our dynamic is how it has changed the way James sees my breasts. They used to be a sexual thing for him, tied to adult desires, but now, in his little boy headspace, they’re a source of pure comfort—a tool for Mummy’s milk and cuddles. There’s nothing sexual about it anymore; it’s just my little boy needing the warmth and safety of his Mummy. When he nestles against me, his eyes soft and trusting, it’s like he’s seeking the most innocent kind of love. I adore this shift—it feels like a sacred evolution in our dynamic, where my body has become a vessel for nurturing, not desire. It deepens our MDLB connection, making these moments feel even more special, as if we’ve carved out a space where only care and closeness exist.

James’s Vulnerability and Closeness

For James, breastfeeding is a doorway to his 10-year-old little space, where he’s at his most vulnerable and open. As I lift my shirt and guide him to my chest, his eyes soften, his adult defenses melting away. He nestles against me, head on my arm, latching on with a shy, trusting look that makes my heart swell. In those moments, he’s not a grown man with responsibilities—he’s my little boy, completely reliant on Mummy’s love. The way he curls his fingers around my hand shows how small and safe he feels. His body relaxes, breathing slows, and sometimes he hums softly or closes his eyes, lost in the comfort of being so close. He’s told me, in his shy way, that it makes him feel “safe and loved,” and I see it in his grateful gaze. He craves these moments as much as I do, and this mutual need strengthens our bond every time.

A Relaxing Highlight of Our Day

Breastfeeding is one of the most relaxing parts of our day, a sacred pause in our routine. Whether it’s our morning ritual on the sofa, with a blanket draped over us, or a soothing step before bed, it’s when everything slows down. In the morning, I stroke his hair and talk about the day—maybe Lego play or a park visit—helping him ease into his little space. At night, it’s quieter, just his gentle suckling and my whispered, “Mummy’s got you, my sweet boy,” as we wind down. For me, it’s a chance to let go of worries, the physical calm and emotional closeness like a mini-vacation. For James, it’s a safe haven, where he doesn’t have to think—just be my little boy, cared for and cherished. We linger in these moments, neither wanting them to end, often stretching them out just a bit longer to savor the connection.

Yearning to Comfort in Public

There have been a few times in public when James has been upset—maybe a tough moment at the shop or a cranky mood—and my first instinct is to take him to a quiet corner and nurse him, just like I would any other child needing comfort. I can feel the urge so strongly, wanting to pull him close and let my milk and cuddles soothe his distress. But then I remember where we are, and the reality that it’s not socially acceptable stops me. It’s a pang of sadness—I wish I could whisk him to a cozy spot, away from prying eyes, and give him that instant comfort. Those moments remind me how deeply breastfeeding is woven into our dynamic, and how much I long to nurture him freely, no matter where we are. It makes our private sessions at home even more precious, knowing they’re our safe space for this special bond.

Making It Special

To keep breastfeeding a cherished ritual, I add touches that make it feel nurturing and intimate:

•  Cozy Setup: I choose a soft spot, like the sofa with a blanket or his little boy bedroom. Dim lights or a candle (I LOVE candles) at night create a calm, intimate vibe.

•  Gentle Encouragement: If James is shy, I cuddle him first, saying, “Time for Mummy’s little boy to have his milk.” This eases him into his headspace, making him feel safe to latch on.

•  Affectionate Rituals: I stroke his back or hold his hand, whispering, “My precious boy, you make Mummy so happy.” It reinforces his vulnerability and our bond.

•  Consistency: We nurse at least 3 times daily—always morning and before bed—giving James a reliable anchor for his little space. This is very important to ensure a steady flow of milk.

These touches make breastfeeding a ritual we both adore, as much about emotional connection as physical comfort.

Challenges and Reflections

At first, James was hesitant, blushing and saying breastfeeding felt “too babyish” for his 10-year-old little age. I was patient, starting with short sessions and lots of reassurance, and now he settles in with a shy smile, craving it as much as I do. It’s taught me the power of nurturing persistence. For me, the challenge is balancing my love for these moments with our routine—I could nurse him all day, but playtime and rules matter too. Those public moments of wanting to comfort him and not being able to are hard, but they make me cherish our private time even more.

Breastfeeding has shown me the depth of our MDLB connection—transforming my body into a tool of comfort, bringing James’s vulnerability to the surface, and creating a relaxing haven for us both. It’s a gift we give each other, and I feel so lucky to have it in our dynamic.

Questions for the Community

Have you incorporated breastfeeding or similar intimate rituals into your dynamic? How do you handle the shift from sexual to comforting in your nurturing moments? What do you do to help your little one embrace vulnerability? And for those who feel that public urge to comfort, how do you cope with the boundaries of acceptability? I’m so eager to hear your stories.

Thank you for being such a warm community as we celebrate these intimate moments. Your support makes every snuggle and connection even sweeter!

With all my love,

Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

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Do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. He showed me your blog and loves how enthusiastic about the kink you are. I want to be as well, I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Hi there! 🧡

First off, let me just say how incredibly proud I am of you for reaching out and being so open. That takes courage, and it's honestly so heartwarming to hear that your boyfriend felt safe enough to share this part of himself with you and that you responded with curiosity instead of judgment? That’s already a huge step in the right direction. Also, it really means a lot to hear that he enjoys my blog — that kind of enthusiasm and connection between partners is what makes this kink space so special!

Now, onto the good stuff: tips for new Mommies

The first — and probably most important — thing I want to tell you is that there is no one way to do this. Every dynamic is unique, because every person (and every little) is unique. Some relationships lean silly and playful, others tender and nurturing, and others still a bit firmer or more structured. There’s room for your way, and that’s something you and your boyfriend can discover together over time.

This might sound obvious, but really talk to him. Ask him what being a little means to him, what he hopes for from a Mommy figure, what parts feel comforting, exciting, or vulnerable. And just as importantly, share how you feel. You being uncertain or submissive in your own way isn’t a problem — it’s something to explore and play with, together.

You mentioned being submissive yourself, and I think this is where a lot of new caregivers get tripped up. There’s a common idea that you have to be this super strict, confident domme to be a Mommy — but that’s not true at all.

Many caregivers would describe themselves as service-subs. We take care of our littles because it fulfills us to do so. That might mean preparing bottles, tucking them in, checking diapers, talking gently, or even teasing them in ways that make them squirm and blush. You don’t have to be “above” your little — you just have to be the one offering the care. Think of it more like guiding a toddler through their world, not ruling over them.

You don’t need to leap into full-blown regression scenes right away. Try little things:

Referring to him as your “baby” or “little boy” in casual moments

Offering a paci, or picking out clothes for him

Asking, “Does someone need their diaper checked?” even just playfully

Reading a bedtime story together, or cuddling after calling it “nap time”

Small, low-pressure rituals can be incredibly meaningful and help you both ease into the dynamic.

You might find your strength as a Mommy in being nurturing and cuddly. Or maybe you discover you love teasing your little boy until he's red in the face and hiding under his blankie. Or maybe you find it’s about giving structure, praise, and gentle correction. You don’t need to become someone else, you just need to find the version of you that enjoys caring for him in this special way.

Also it’s okay to laugh! This kink is silly and sweet and sometimes awkward. There will be trial and error, and moments that feel weird or clumsy. That’s normal. The best part is that you’re both learning together.

And lastly… you’re allowed to have needs too. Just because he’s the one regressing doesn’t mean you stop being a partner with needs and limits. Your comfort matters just as much as his joy. Don’t be afraid to say, “That part’s not for me,” or “Can we do more of this?” Your dynamic will thrive when you both feel safe and seen.

So welcome to this gentle, squishy little corner of kink. The fact that you’re already asking questions and showing up with love and curiosity means you’re going to be great at this.

I’m rooting for you both.

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My Kink Is Karma

All you can do is cover your face in shame as the crushing weight of your new reality overwhelms you.

This is how you’ll spend the rest of your life.

“Aww, where did my baby go, hmm? Is hims hiding cause Momma sees hims soggy diapie? My what a silly boy I have!”

You’ll never be anything but the helpless baby she turned you into. Never experience a single moment of adulthood ever again.

And you are helpless—she made sure of that.

“Maybe hims is so shy cause hims didn’t even know his diapie was so full of tinkles! Is that it? Does that make you feel like a baby?”

She wasn’t content with merely putting you in diapers and redecorating the guest room as a nursery. Not after what you did.

No, she wanted to strip you of every fiber of adulthood.

Last week, you were startled awake by five men saying something about a Little’s Center, whatever that was. You thought it was some kind of joke.

At least until you saw the police officer. He warned you not to struggle. That you could go willingly or in handcuffs—but you were going no matter what.

The whole time, your wife smiled at you.

When you asked why, she said, “You didn’t think I knew about Rebecca? This is what cheaters deserve, honey.”

Once you arrived at the Little’s Center, a stern woman explained the process—the last time anyone spoke to you as an adult.

Your eyes went wide in terror as she went down the list. Your wife bought the complete package. You were going to lose your continence, all sexual function, the majority of your motor skills, your ability to talk like an adult, your ability to read, and finally, your ability to eat anything but breastmilk and formula.

If you thought they were joking, the next few days proved you wrong as you lost more and more abilities.

“But silly boy, you are a baby now! Momma’s itty bitty baby boy! Yes you are! Yes you are! You couldn’t be a big boy even if you tried! You belong right here in your nursery, honey.”

You’ve only been back from the Little’s Center for two days—two grueling, humiliating days—yet it already felt like an eternity.

You thought she would be angry when you got back, wanting to chastise you for cheating on her.

Yet she never once acknowledged it—or anything about your past life. From the moment she picked you up, she was nothing but a loving, doting Momma.

She immediately immersed you in your new world of pastels, diapers, and early bedtimes. You learned how humiliating it is to be fully, utterly reliant on your wife for your sustenance—breastfeeding every meal—followed by those horrible burps once you finish.

“All you have to do is let go, baby. You’re gonna be my diapered prince forever and ever! Don’t fight it. Be the happy baby you’re meant to be!”

As if you could fight it.

You can barely walk, barely talk, and letters might as well be written in Chinese for all you understand them.

Yet she thinks your silly, uncoordinated gait and new high-pitched, lispy voice is just the cutest thing ever.

“Aww, still feeling shy? That’s okay, baby. It’s hard having big feelings, isn’t it? I’ll get that diapie changed in a flash, and then it’s nap time!”

You’re not even tired, but it’s not like she gives you any say anymore.

As you feel the cold air rush onto your useless private parts, you try not to think about the future. Or all the things you lost.

Not when you’re here in your pastel prison, getting your diaper changed.

“Doesn’t a dry diapie feel better, baby? No more icky peepee diapie. All dry and powdered! Yes you are!”

She tickles your tummy.

“C’mon mister, let’s get you all snuggled in your crib. Maybe you won’t be so pouty after a nappy poo, hmm?”

You toddle to your crib, earning more giggles from her, and get under the blanket.

“Isn’t this so much better, honey? No more big boy worries? Just a lifetime of cuddles and diapers, snuggles and Momma. What more can a baby like you ask for?”

She kisses your forehead.

“Sleep tight, baby. Momma will come get you in an hour. And baby, you’re gonna love your new life—I promise.”

Not like you have any choice.

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Making someone wrap their legs around you while their desperate is so underated. All squirmy and they can't even cross their legs, grinding themselves into you just to hold it in a little longer. And when they finally loose control and have an accident, you get too tease them about pissing all over you. Yes please.

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Do you guys think this outfit's okay? My daddy's gonna take me out for ice cream to celebrate two weeks of bedwetting😊😊😊 I probably need a change first, though...

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just bouncing for no reason!…

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Can’t even tell I’m padded!

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Ready to game uninterrupted…though I may or not be starting already a little wet 💧

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Potty training! But it’s not what you think. Yes I’m potty training you but, there’s going to be no potty, you just have to obey mommy okay? When mommy says go you just pee your pants. Simple enough right? Of course you’re gonna have a diaper, we don’t want any accidental leaks huh? This is just for my own fun baby, don’t you want to make mommy happy?

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A leak happened in the way home from the whine store with @laladynms

Seat destroyed but worth it.

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When you find out your favorite diaper girl is also into messy diapers.. 😍😍😍😍🤤

……..You drop it like it’s HOT😜👇🏻

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You need one too!!! YOU Need it!!!!!

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Love Letter to Light-Hearted Diaper Humiliation

No shade to any and all other types of dominating but I have a huge affinity for humiliation where it's low stakes, light-hearted and fun :) For example:

"Hey stinker, come over here really quick, let me check you."

"Let's get you changed. No, I'm not mad! If I expected you to be able to hold it you wouldn’t have a diaper on cutie."

"It's okay if you had an accident, dork - I'm not exactly surprised at this point. Come here, lets see if you need a change"

"You really didn't notice that you peed yourself? Adorable"

"You're lucky I'm around baby, or you'd never know when you'd need to change. Which is often by the way 😇"

"Hey! This is Ash, she's my girlfriend! - just to get it out of the way, she's wearing a diaper right now since she is struggling with her control - no worries, we have it handled!"

*Pats my wet diapered butt* "Whoa kiddo - did you have a couple more accident's since last I checked?"

"Did you try to make it to the potty? Okay well that's all we can ask for! Maybe next time, stinker 🤭"

"Girl.. you wet your training diaper twice yesterday, I wouldn't exactly say we're close to fully trained"

"I'm going to grab more stickers for the bedwetting chart at the store - I'm only going to get raincloud stickers because we still have a plenty of unused sunshine stickers..."

"I hope you don't mind I told them about your diapers since we are going to be staying the night. No, it's fine, they don't care - its not exactly a secret at this point that you're still training."

"I wish you could see your face when I notice that you had an accident - you become such a blushy mess 😍"

"Do you 'think' you had an accident or do you know you had an accident and are too embarrassed to admit it?"

"Uh oh - soggy morning kiddo? That's alright, we'll try again tomorrow - Make sure to put the raincloud on the chart so we can keep track :)"

"I'd totally believe you if you weren't wearing a unicorn onesie with a soaked diaper right now"

"I'm not going to change you yet, dork - I know you're not done having accidents today"

"Come here baby, your waistband is poking out"

"Yeah she is! Come here Ash!" As I walk over, she flips up my skirt to show my used diaper "See? Told you! She needs them since she can't always hold it when she has to go.. as you can see!"

"I'll give you $10 right now if you are dry"

"It honestly makes sense that you're a bedwetter - it fits your vibe :)"

"I haven't seen your bunny stuffie in a while - did you guys break up? 😉"

*Grabs the front of my very wet diaper* "I dunno, does this feel like being a big girl to you?"

*a hissing sound starts coming from my side of the couch* "Wow you really had to go, huh baby?"

"Did you just piss your diaper while sitting in my lap?"

"Next time you feel an accident coming along let me know - I wanna put my hand on it feel you losing control 😈 that is, if you are able to notice when you have to go 🤭"

"Hold still, you are fussier to change than the kids I used to babysit"

"You're being awfully sassy towards the girl who decides if you get changed or not"

"No way girl. Those stripes are gone - wetness indicated!"

"I've never seen someone so happy to lay across my lap - its so cute"

"You're soaked butt is like a little pissy stressball that I can squeeze whenever I want to, because lets face it, you're not dry that often."

"I put your name as DPRGRL for bowling - hope that's chill 😘"

"You'd think after all these accidents, you'd stop getting so embarrassed you little dweeb 😋"

"Well, lets be clear - you're wearing diapers because you can't be trusted to hold it. You're wearing those diapers because they're so cute on you :) hope that clears it up!"

"I honestly just assume you're always a little wet. And I'm usually right lol"

"Yes, but counter point: You're wearing a diaper that you just peed in so."

"Hey cutie, wake up - I think you're dreaming of waterfalls"

"I don't want you to lose all of your control, but it is really cute to watch you fill your pampers so. Either way is good with me baby but it seems like we're headed in that direction ;)"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom - wanna come and take notes?"

"Yeah no, I asked my friends, none of us have had an accident in the last month so you're on your own there sweetie :)"

"Hey, there's no shame in pissing your pants so often and so much that your girlfriend is compelled to start putting you in diapers and tracking your loss of control until you become a full-time bedwetter and pamper pisser - it's totally normal and reasonable.. totally😐."

"Hey stinker - got enough room in that thing for one more episode?"

"I could hold my breath longer than you can stay dry"

"Oh shut up, you love this."

Etc.

There's probably so much more but I can't think of anything else so.

Here ya go.

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I kiss the tip of your nose as I help you lay back on your changing mat. Smiling as I hear you giggle. You make grabby hands and I hand you your favorite stuffie to play with, keeping you occupied while I change your diaper. Then I tease your lips with the nipple of your paci until you begin to suckle.

As I unsnap your onesie I can hear you talking to your stuffie around your paci. I tickle your tummy as I pull your onesie up and then sit back in the heels admiring the view…

Mommy’s cute little one with a swollen diaper on display with pink cheeks from giggling, holding on tight to their favorite stuffie while they suckle away on their paci. 🥰

Carefully I untape your swollen diaper and pull the front down. Using a warm, damp washcloth with a little bit of baby soap I wash your diaper area down paying special attention to your peepee making sure it’s nice and clean. As I lift your bottom I wash it down with a warm, damp wash cloth and I remove your super squishy diaper.

You start giggling as I pretend your squishy diaper weighs 400 pounds as I put it off to the side. Using a damp clean cloth I wipe your bottom and diaper area making sure no soap was left behind. Then towel you dry. Paying special attention to make sure you aren’t going to pee on me.

Once you have air dried a bit (no rashies!!!) I slip a fresh, fluffy diaper under your bottom. While I have your legs up I apply lotion to your bottom and powder as well. Placing your legs back down gently I smile as I see you lean your stuffie towards me like it’s watching to make sure I do everything correctly. Leaning up I kiss your stuffie which accidentally causes my chest to rub against your peepee. You moan around your paci and I chuckle and shake my head.

I take out the baby oil gel and I apply it to your diaper area. Ignoring your straining peepee. You whimper in frustration and I pretend I don’t hear. Finally I drizzle baby oil gel over your peepee and you gasp. Gently I stroke you, but not enough for cummies.

As I slip my hand away I pull up the front of your diaper. You make a noise to protest and I raise one eye brow at you. Sighing in defeat as you lay back I adjust the front of your diaper, securely taping you in.

Leaning up I seal each tape with a kiss.

You watch from your changing mat as I take care of your diaper and changing supplies. When I comeback from washing my hands I change you into a cute T-shirt. Then have you crawl in front of me to your play pen. I pat your diapered bottom and gently tease you as your crawl. Knowing the baby oil gel is causing your diaper to rub just right.

Once you are in your play pen you look around and see what you have to play with. There are a few of your favorite toys but there is also a pillow. Your favorite pillow. Patting your bottom I tell you it’s tummy time. You suckle your paci harder as you lay on your tummy and I line up your pillow just right. You hear me close your play pen behind you as I step out. I put a Disney movie on for you and pick up my book to read.

Though we both know I’m watching you from the corner of my eye and smiling at all the fun sounds you are making… the crinkling, gasping, moaning…

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Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable!  What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers.  Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up.  Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!