Yes Uncle Andrew.? I asked the girls where do go bad girls and good girls go potty? They all told me bad girls go potty in the potty, and good girls g... potty in diapers or there litter boxes, or little potty’s. That’s right sweeties. Ok girls time for snacks. They all said yay snacks! Come to kitchen for your snacks. They walked to the kitchen in there wet and messy diapers and sat at the table. Girls it snack time then I will change your dirty diapers. Ok Uncle Andrew. I gave them each a glass. Only Mike’s. Well, I guess I should say my pussy is only Daddy’s for the taking. It was a Thursday in March when I ran out of my high school into his car. He glared at me as I slid into the passenger seat. My short navy skirt was skimming my tanned thighs and expensive tan suede boots gave my 5’6 foot frame a little extra height. I was wearing a plain white button down shirt that was maybe a little too tight on my chest. Ever since I turned 18 my perky breasts have grown to full 34 D cups. It’s. I hope she doesn't try to follow me, I need some time alone. It's a bit of a walk but I bet she won't find me at the south clinic cafeteria. I can get a cup of coffee there and try to figure out what is going on.I'd forgotten how far it is to the south clinics. I enjoyed the travel though, going inside and outside through curious little walkways. I remembered a little electric train that used to travel back and forth, but it had been dismantled years ago. Now there was construction going on to. He gave me an appreciative look and sat down, choosing the seat on which I had placed a nice thick cushion. He looked up and smiled. Maybe he understood it was for his own good after all “I have made us something to eat. Eggs and beans; you’re favourite. Oh, and there is ice cream with hot chocolate sauce as well.” He thanked me and ate it all, slowly relaxing and chatting away about what we would be doing the next day; almost as though the spanking had never happened. He did remember the.