Trying so Hard

Abe Dell, holder of the Notebook, spent a day at his new, or rather old, job, as a councilman. Many letter, emails, and voicemail from constituents, business unions, and federal reports. It was rote, but certainly affirming a sense of purpose. The Notebook had adjust the world to his whims, and he now was responsible for everyone, within the county lines. It was an amusing mirror to his responsibility to all people, as each rule he writes impacts people he would never meet or know.

But the work day was unremarkable, women professionally running files here, petitions there, getting a breakdown of constituent calls in from junior staffing women, nothing particularly sexy going on, beyond the fact that all the women were wearing diapers, a Big and Little visited a fellow councilman for lunch, sure the Little was strapped into a stroller with a paci gag looking a bit huffy, but that was just a passing distraction. The really sexy displays would be the harem at home. Abe Dell looked forward to going home.

Heading home, Abe took in the views on the street. There were daycares, usually with a number, like Allie's Playhouse 12, Cuddlebug Cove 18+, Felicity's Hatchery 0. The number denoted age, whether it was a space for children or adults, Littles that could be 24/7 in Littlespace would be put in the care of others just like minors if there was no reliable Big supervision, but their spaces were certainly more "done up", looking quite nice and private. Knowing that Abbelina was going to be getting a spanking, Abe Dell wondered if similar disciplinary protocols were being carried out by paid dommes. To spend an afternoon in one of those places would be an experience.

It seemed like everyone was home, Abe spotted Aberdeen's and Abebi/Abbelina's cars in the apartment parking. He decided to stop by the office and check on the mail. Credit card offer, pizza menu, P&G Notice of Policy...right the diaper service the harem uses to keep stocked, probably something like a general rate increase at the next renewal period.

Shit canning the junk, Abe Dell headed up to his apartment. The halls had an odor as it was their service day for diaper valet. Despite how good the diapers were at odor control, or the diaper genie encasement system, each apartment had between 1 to 12 females, of all ages, all wearing 24/7. There was going to be a smell. It did go away as soon as he was inside though.

"Daddy!" Called out Abigail, she was watching TV, wearing just a diaper, jumped up in a flash to hug her master. Abe enjoyed patting her sagging bottom, the Little was only wet after all. But he saw Abbelina sitting on a stool, facing into a corner, still wearing her work clothes. The big pacifier shield contrasting heavily. In her hands though was a paddle. She had not only been put in time out, but was also holding her future punishment.

"Stocking your pill caddy Master, all your clothes are hung." Called Aberdeen from a different room. The shower was on, Abebi must be in the bathroom.

"Oh does Daddy wanna Try me? We can even watch the TV when we do, my favorite show is on!" Asked Abigail, tugging on Abe Dell's arm like an excited toddler. Abe at least let her lead him to the couch.

"I would love to, but Abbelina was naughty for Abebi, so when she's out of the shower it's going to be spanking time. Why don't you explain the show?" He asked, talking down to Abigail like the 24 year old was just 4, and judging from how she rubbed her diaper, was perfectly fine with him doing such.

"So it's a Little's cartoon, but not the pay for kind with all the peepees. It's Becca's Nursery, so she goes to this magic daycare where it has this connection to a fairytale world, so the Littles that go there can trade away their Big stuff to do cool things, like forget reading or colors, this one is about shapes..." Abigail started explaining, snuggling into Abe's side, head nestling into his shoulder as she pointed out characters and gave trivia about fairytale world.

Abebi stepped out of the bathroom, a diaper with a pattern reminiscent of modern art on, big blocks of primary colors with angled lines of black stripes. Barefoot, naked, and slightly damp, her hair was tucked into towel wrapped up on her head. "Had a good day Master?"

"I did, but I heard your morning had some speed bumps." Abe mentioned as he turned the TV off. Abigail gave a bit of a soft "hey..." But read the room and thought better of it. A tension was filling the space, that would soon be filled with cries from a particular Little, one sat in the corner right now, but could easily accommodate the addition of another.

"Yes, I had finished changing Abbelina, which she did her thank yous for that, but getting out a blouse for her, she just said it was "yucky" and threw it back at the closet. I wasn't going to have her Brat out at me, Aberdeen switched with me to get the Little going while I cooled off before needing to drive."

"Any notes from her office?"

"No, she knows better than to carry on like that there." Abebi gave the breakdown of events. Abe pat the cushion near him for Abebi to sit.

"Well she's going to give you a great big apology, and you'll have her services for the rest of the evening. Sound fair?"

"More than fair Master." Agreed Abebi.

Aberdeen entered the living room, particularly thin diaper on, begging to be moved to the side or even torn through. Her make up with done up a bit more than normal, smokey eye shadow, bright red lips, an asymmetrical top showing shoulder on one side and clear access to her diaper tabs on the other. Clearly looking like she wanted to Try again. She took up a post at the hall, leaning on the corner with crossed arms.

Abigail had seemingly disappeared, the fridge could be heard opening and shutting, clearly she wanted distance from the impending spectacle.

"Abbelina, can you come and talk to Daddy?" Abe Dell asked, getting hard from the power he had over the Little. With downcast eyes, she came to the couch, holding the paddle. Abe took it from her weak grip.

"So what happened this morning?"

Sniffles could be heard, "Aye wash bahd." Was softly stated by the olive skinned woman, feeling the eyes of her two harem sisters as she got the full attention of their master.

"You were? What happened? Speak up so I can hear you." Abe asked, a touch under her chin to hold her head up, other hand taking out the pacifier obscuring her words. With the pacifier gone, her lips trembled as her eyes welled with tears.

"I hadda a-" Abbelina sniffled, not just crocodile tears, a runny nose was getting away from her. Seeing her emotional immaturity on full display as she was made to confess at his hand made Abe Dell feel powerful, he could do anything he wanted to this woman, but her innocence demanded he provide security and structure. This was the daddy/daughter dynamic he had fantasized about. "I hadda new shirt I w-wanted to wear but Abebi said that it wasn't work appapopiate-" tears rolled down her olive cheeks, a grown woman struggling to say a word right.

"Yes, I heard, take a breath. Relax. Let me help you out of that work costume." Abe Dell said to comfort Little Abbelina. He unzipped the sides of her slacks, soaked diaper freely shown, she dutifully stepped out of each leg, hands held onto her Master's shoulders. She knelt down on the growing pile of fabric and held her arms up, blouse drawn up over her head, now in just her wet diaper and a patterned bra that had pacifiers and bows all over. Even this very adult clothing item was used to show off her submissive Little side. Bra removed, like Abebi and Abigail, Abbelina was naked save for a diaper. But Abebi was sitting next to Abe Dell, and she couldn't look less Little. The black woman has strong posture, her diaper was expressive of high culture, and her expression was stern and unwavering. Abebi, like Aberdeen, was Big and made sure to let everyone know.

"Abebi was being a very big help to you, and knows best, she is just bigger, you are too Little to tell her no. Now I am going to give you fifty spankings, and you're going to say 'I'm sorry Abebi, I will be a better Listener', do you understand?" said Abe, even tone of authority, the question was clearly rhetorical.

"I'm sorry Abebi, I will be a better Listener." Quoted Abbelina, as she, under her own power, laid across Abe Dell's lap. Abebi held Abbelina's shaking hands. Abe Dell rubbed the paddle on her upper thighs, not protected by her thick Little diaper, informing her that her sit spots were the target. Building the tension up, he kept rubbing, drinking in the trembling of the woman on his lap, the audience that was around him. Aberdeen stood in hall, hungry eyes eating the scene, elsewhere Abigail would be sat on the kitchen floor, listening, staying out of sight to avoid being the next Little disciplined, but almost certainly rubbing her diaper as she heard her Master dominate. Abebi, being included in the scene, holding Abbelina's hands to prevent any hand from wondering to interfere with the apology being delivered to her.

The paddle was raised and swats rained down. Sniveling refrains of "I'm sorry Abebi, I will be a better Listener" devolved into "Sorry Abebi, I listen good" to "Sorry, Abebi, me listen good" to the barely choked out "Abebi, me good".

Paddle set aside, the woman was sat up in Abe's lap, where she hugged both Abe Dell and Abebi. "I forgive you, you will be doing everything I tell you tonight to show you are a good listener." Abebi explained as she rubbed the sobbing woman's back. Despite the tears though, Abbelina was shifting in her seat, grinding against Abe's lap as she cried. The masochist was getting off on the punishment, and was the center of attention, despite how much her upper thighs burned, if she could hold them captive in this hug a little longer, she was going to orgasm.

"I'll get to work on dinner, like I said I added some supplements to your pill caddy to make sure each Try is a strong one." Aberdeen said, crossing the space, reminding Abe Dell that these women were eager to get dicked down and possibly be pregnant with his son.