Potty Tiffany
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My Bio:
Hello Master, my name is Tiffany. It all started when I was a little girl and I use to wet the bed and daddy would give me big spankings because he said I should be able to control my pee pee. What my daddy didn't know is I could control my pee pee perfectly, but I loved his spankings so much that I would wet the bed on purpose just to make him upset.
My favorite part about getting in trouble by my daddy is when I drink three glasses of water before I go to bed so that when daddy comes in and finds out I peed in the bed, he's forced to get a little dirty and wet trying too wake me up and get me out of the bed. So then when he's changing my wet clothes in the bathroom and spanking my bad little bottom, I can smell and see my pee pee all over my daddy and I love it!
Once daddy is done changing my wet pee filled clothes and laying me back down in bed after mommy changed all the covers, he kisses me goodnight and leaves me with a very red bottom and tells me even though he spanks me very hard he still loves me. Once mommy comes in she helps rub my back and belly so I feel relaxed after the hard spanking I got from daddy. Mommy rubs and kisses my body all over to put me to sleep and even fees me with a very special bottle daddy doesn't know about because she wants to keep me her little baby for a very long time.
Love Baby Betsy
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Wetting the Bed
Cleaning up messes
Diaper Changing
Enema Toilet Play
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