Daddy Paul




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Hey, I'm Baby Betsy. I love being a baby and being changed and coddled by a loving daddy or mommy. I love breastfeeding and having mommy feed me from her warm, soft, milk filled titties. I also love it when daddy changes me and takes extra long time putting on the diaper rash medicine. Of course it?s cause he says he wants to make sure his baby girl is fully protected, but it feel so good.
Taking a bath is one of my favorite times. When daddy gets me undressed and sits me down gently in the bath tub and waits for me to soak before he gets me all lathered up and ready to play. He fills my tub up with bath toys he bought just for me. I love my blocks and rubber ducky's the best. He makes sure I have tons of fun before he starts washing me up and getting me ready for bed time.
Then after bath time is done daddy puts lotion on my whole body cause he says our bodies need to drink to so they can be smooth for their daddies. So after he is done with the lotion he puts on my diaper and lays me next to him to fall asleep. He makes sure I am nice and relaxed before I fall asleep. He will turn on my favorite nursery rhyme and massage me to sleep. I hope you can come be my new daddy since my has been at work all day and night here lately. I would really like to play?.
Love Baby Betsy
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April 17, 2026
I pulled up to Tessa’s little bungalow just after lunch, the kind of quiet suburban spot where nobody would bother us. Tessa is a fiery little midget, barely four foot two, tight body, perky tits, and an ass that looks even better when she’s bent over. She’s made it crystal clear to me: she’s a free use midget woman. Anytime, anywhere, no questions asked. That’s our deal, and today I was cashing in at her place. I didn’t even knock. I just let myself in like I owned the place, because when it comes to Tessa, I basically do. She was in the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass, standing on her step stool to reach the counter. The second she heard the door, she glanced over her shoulder and gave me that naughty little smirk. “Hey, Connor,” she said, voice already husky. “Took you long enough.” I didn’t answer with words. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her clean off the stool like she weighed nothing. Her legs kicked playfully for a second before I set her down on the kitchen table, spreading her thighs wide. The t-shirt rode up, showing me she wasn’t wearing panties, exactly how I like her. “Been thinking about this tight little pussy all morning,” I growled, unzipping my jeans. My cock sprang out, already rock hard. Tessa’s eyes lit up. She reached down and stroked me with both hands, barely able to wrap her fingers around my thickness. “Then take it,” she whispered. “I’m yours.” I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. She was soaking wet and ridiculously tight, every inch of her tiny body stretched around me. Tessa moaned loud, gripping the edge of the table while I fucked her deep and steady. Her little legs wrapped around my waist as best they could, heels digging into my back. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back so I could watch her face while I used her. “Harder, Connor… use me like your personal fucktoy,” she gasped. I gave her exactly what she begged for. I flipped her over, bent her over the table, and pounded her from behind. Her feet dangled off the ground; she was completely at my mercy. Every thrust made her moan louder. I reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her tiny body shake as she came hard around my cock, screaming my name. But I wasn’t done. Free use means I finish when I want. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her up again, this time sliding her down onto me while I stood in the middle of her kitchen. She bounced on my dick like the eager little slut she is, arms around my neck, whispering filthy things in my ear until I finally exploded deep inside her, filling her up. When I set her back down, she was flushed, dripping, and smiling like […]
April 9, 2026
It started in a dimly lit bedroom, silk sheets already rumpled from their playful wrestling. Marcus lay face down across the king sized bed, completely naked, his firm ass exposed and waiting. Zara stood beside him, her petite body barely reaching the mattress edge, but her presence filled the room. She wore nothing but black lace panties and a wicked smile, the leather whip dangling from her tiny hand like a promise. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Marcus,” she purred, her voice low and commanding despite her size. “Time to pay up.” The first crack of the whip landed perfectly across his bare ass, sharp, stinging, and delicious. Marcus gasped, his body jerking against the sheets. Zara didn’t give him a second to recover. She swung again, harder this time, the thin leather tails kissing his skin with a fiery snap that left bright pink stripes blooming across his cheeks. “Fuck… Zara,” he groaned, fingers twisting into the pillow. She laughed, a throaty little sound full of delight. Climbing onto the bed, she straddled the back of his thighs, her small weight pinning him just enough to remind him who was boss. From this angle she had perfect aim. The whip flew again and again with loud cracks against skin, left cheek, right cheek, then a teasing flick right down the center that made his hips buck helplessly into the mattress. Each strike was precise, controlled, and merciless. Zara’s tiny arm moved with surprising strength, the leather singing through the air before it bit into his now glowing, tender redened flesh. She leaned down, her soft breasts brushing against his back, and whispered hotly against his ear, “Look at that pretty red ass. All mine. You’re going to feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.” Marcus was rock hard with his dick pressing against his stomach on the bed, leaking onto the sheets, completely at her mercy. Zara kept going, alternating between gentle licks of the whip and full force cracks, until his entire ass burned a deep, throbbing crimson. Only when he was whimpering her name like a prayer did she finally toss the whip aside and crawl up his body, pressing her small, perfect form against his heated skin. “Ready to call me Mistress next time?” she teased, nipping his earlobe. Marcus could only nod, breathless and aching for more. Want to live this out with a real midget domme who knows exactly how to handle a big man like you? Call the girls at 1-888-430-2010 right now. Your ass is waiting for its next lesson. Talk soon, Your favorite tiny troublemaker




