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Regressing back to that more innocent time with an abundance of nappy (and terry) therapy. Layers of fluffy white, terry nappies, crinkly bulky disposable diapers, wetting required. Smeared in baby oil and baby lotion in 'strategic' places. And what better way to conduct this regression therapy than blindfolded so the 'other' senses become even more ALIVE and VIBRANT...

Size matters, yes it does! And I, Nanny Alice, in Nurse mode, am going to get to the heart of this matter, once and for all. No hiding that teenie weenie peenie away from me. Let's take a good close look at the goods. Closer, get closer... When God handed out the goodies, did you get your fair share? I suspect not...

.... No stone will be left unturned when Mr Paris appears trembling at my door!  Everything and anything will be used to check if he is up to scratch to stay on in employment, into his 60s.  No slacking, no excuses, ruthless complete adherence to my probing tests of each and every area of his body, that is now mine. To take to the limits using whatever tests, no matter how degrading, Nanny Alice, in Nurse mode, and his 'employer' can think up, and MORE!

Sweetie needs a Skype session for some TLC, some stroking, when having a persistant pressing bulge in his clinkly disposable nappy.  And Nanny Alice is here to attend to this matter, to supervise proceedings.

I don't want Sweetie to be up all night playing with himself, he needs to get some sleep! Will have to sort something out for his own good, to micro-manage Sweetie's budge in his nappy.