Crinkle – Chapter Four
Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle
Coming down the stairs was a cacophony of crinkles and rustling. Every step he took announced the presence of his very noisy pants and he loved the sound. The fact that they were so babyish, with their cartoon creations embellished all over them, only added to his pleasure as he finally arrived at the table. Amid more noise he sat down whilst his mum appeared with his meal and another surprise. His lasagne was delivered on a small, brightly coloured, plastic plate festooned with Disney characters, a matching plastic spoon and sippy cup completed his new ‘crockery’.
He looked stunned. “Muuummm.”
She just raised her eyebrows. “My little boy is going to enjoy his din-dins… or he’ll get his little botty smacked.”
She kissed the top of his head and smiled at her son’s look of disbelief. Then, to get things underway she picked up his spoon, scooped up some food and aimed towards his mouth.
“Muuummm, I don’t need fee…” but his conversation was stopped as his mother spooned in his first piece of lasagne.
He swallowed. “OK mum that’s enough I can feed myself thank you… I’m not a baby.”
He suddenly realised that he was sitting at the table wearing a nappy, plastic pants and a t-shirt that hardly covered his belly, so to all intents and purposes that is exactly what he was. He quickly calmed down and looked at his mum with pleading eyes.
“I can feed myself but… thank you for… well… understanding.”
His mum left him to feed himself and went to sit and eat her own meal. For a couple of minutes they ate in silence but his mother had a smile on her face as she watched him eating from his Disney plate that she’d bought that day. He was even drinking juice from his sippy cup, another one of her purchases, the rest she would add over time. However, when a drop of sauce dripped onto his clean t-shirt she got up, went into the kitchen and returned with a matching plastic Disney bib, which she hastily fastened around his neck.
Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle.
He wriggled noisily in his seat as he began to enjoy his new position in the household; no longer the loner son who had secrets, but a little boy whose mummy loved and was determined to look after.
“Thanks… mummy.” He said in a quiet and almost childlike voice and spooned in the rest of his meal.
“There’s a good boy. Mummy knows what’s best for her baby,” she beamed at how easily he’d cooperated and taken to his new role.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t a new role exactly, more of an expansion to one he already held but now his mother was going to be in charge and he could live the life he secretly desired but now… not in secret.
Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle.
The wriggling around was now of utter contentment… but, as his mother quickly pointed out… there would be some new rules for her ‘little one’ that, if he didn’t want to feel the hairbrush on his pretty little backside, he’d better learn… and learn quickly.
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Ryan didn’t quite know why his mother kept mentioning getting spanked with a hairbrush. Neither his father nor mother had, even as a child ever threatened to lay a hand on his bottom by way of chastisement. Despite this he was very happy with the way things were turning out. He never thought he’d be able to wander around the house wearing a nappy but, here he was – loud and crinkly.
His mother filled up his sippy cup with more juice and told him he could go and watch some TV before bedtime. Ryan wasn’t paying much attention to the last bit of that conversation and missed that soon it would be bedtime so waddled over to the sofa and sat down to watch one of his favourite soap operas.
His mummy was halfway through clearing the dinner table when she realised the programme her little darling was about to watch was really not appropriate. She waltzed in, picked up the remote and much to Ryan’s amazement, switched it to the children’s channel.
“I’m not letting my baby watch that awful programme it’s far too grown-up for him.”
“But mummmm.” He moaned.
“No argument… unless you want to feel that hairbrush on your bare botty sooner rather than later.”
She appeared very serious, which surprised her son who immediately wasn’t sure if he was happy with this new arrangement after all.
She walked back to the kitchen to finish washing up with the remote in her pocket so he had no option but to watch what she’d ordained was suitable. Ryan desperately wanted this ‘agreement’ to work so decided that, as his mother was doing her best to give him what he wanted, he should also be prepared to go along with her suggestions. If he wanted his mummy to take charge, he couldn’t object when she did.
Once she had finished in the kitchen she went up to Ryan’s bedroom, grabbed his new fleecy blanket and teddy and brought them downstairs. She spread the blanket out in front of the TV and shoo-ed her son off the sofa and onto it.
“Aw mummmm.” He whined again.
His crinkly pants seemed to add to the fact she now regarded him as just a baby. “From now on, unless mummy says you can… you don’t get up on the sofa or chairs… you sit on your blankie.”
His plastic pants rustled noisily as he got himself comfortable and eventually he found that lying on his stomach, facing the screen, was the best position.
“Good boy… now let’s enjoy these lovely colourful characters in their adventure.” She patted his padded bottom and passed him his sippy cup and teddy to watch the show with.
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At seven thirty his mum told him it was bedtime. He looked at her in disbelief and shook his head.
“Mum… er… mummy, it’s far too early.” He tried the sweet innocent voice he hoped would make her respond to his pleas. “Not yet, I can’t go yet I’d never sleep… I…”
“No arguments babykins” and she grabbed his hand and began to lead him to the stairs.
He pulled back and petulantly said “No”.
However, his mother was equally as adamant. “You will go to bed now or there will be no more nappies or… any of this” She pointed to his outfit and seemed determined that whatever he may desire, it was to be done on her terms or not at all.
He was caught off guard by this threat and found himself being almost dragged up the stairs and into his room. There his mother pulled down his crinkly pants, yanked down his disposable and smacked his bare bottom with her bare hand. Ryan wasn’t a tough man, indeed he was fairly scrawny and his mother’s determination, speed and power meant that he had to endure his bottom being swatted for a couple of minutes.
There was no denying it… his bottom hurt. His mother had made sure that each slap hit his rosy cheeks and that he’d know he’d been punished.
“You never argue with mummy.” Smack. “You never fight mummy.” Smack. “You do what you’re told,” Smack “when you are told.” Smack. “Does my little baby understand these rules?” Smack.
“Yes, yes, yes… please mummy no more…” Ryan held back real tears from both shock and the surprising ability his mother had to inflict pain. “I’m sorry mummy…. I’m huuhh… sorry.” He sobbed.
“Good boy,” and she cuddled him tightly, “Mummy knows what’s best for her sweet baby boy so…” She patted his red bare bottom. “He’d better do as he’s told – when he’s told or there will be more rosy little botties in future. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes – sob – mummy – sob – I’m sorry- sob – mummy.” He cuddled her tightly and hoped that she’d forgive him.
They stayed like that for a few minutes and until Ryan felt the heat beginning to ease from his bottom.
“OK young man… let’s get you ready for bed.”
A cowering, sobbing, naked and red-bottomed 24 year-old stood waiting for his mother’s instructions. She gathered a nice big piece of material and shaped it into a triangle and then got her timid son to lie out on it. She could see that after the spanking he was a bit scared but to lighten the process tickled his tummy as she rubbed in baby lotion.
Ryan nervously giggled but stopped when he saw she was adding a couple of extra thick pads. He wasn’t too sure and wanted to say something but his bottom still hurt so he decided to stay silent.
She pulled and pinned it all together and the bulky nappy felt completely different to the nappies he’d put on for himself. Not only that but the softness had eased his smarting bottom so when his mummy slipped a pair of clear plastic pants over the lot, he didn’t say a thing. The soft crinkle and rustle making him accept his fate and enjoy what his mother was doing for him.
She got him to stand up so she could check that it all fit and tucked the cuffs of the pants into the nappy to make sure nothing leaked. She added a sweet new green t-shirt with a rabbit wearing a nappy on the front that any one year-old would be proud of and guided him to his bed.
“Now sweetheart this is how it’s going to be from now on.” She let him snuggle down and make himself comfortable. “It’s almost eight o’clock now and that’s not good enough. Seven thirty is your bed time… if you’re not in bed by then… it will be the hairbrush.” She kissed her sons furrowed brow. “Have we got an agreement?”
Ryan had to think for a brief second – did he want this or was it all too much, too soon and had things gone too far? He nodded his head.
“Yes mummy… and thank you. I’ll be a good boy…”
“A good baby boy I hope,” his mother added as she stroked his hair.
“Yes mummy… a good baby boy… who loves his mummy lots.”
“OK sweet pea… just remember there’s no getting up in the night. If you need to go potty… you do it in your nappy. I don’t want my baby hurting himself wandering around in the dark. OK?”
Ryan snuggled under his blanket and surprisingly yawned, “Yes mummy… Ryan’s a good baby boy.”
The End of Crinkle – Chapter Four.
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