Crinkle – Chapter Five
Ryan settled down quickly even though it was early. However, he was surprisingly tired but then… it had been a quite a surprising day. The spanking, the cutlery, the bib, the cut-up food… yes there was a great deal to process but, as he snuggled down in bed, the soft rustle of his silky plastic pants added to his slippery contentment, it wasn’t long before he was fast asleep.
His mother came in to check that her boy was sleeping soundly. As she’d done when he was a school boy she got his clothes prepared for the morning. She checked that his shirt didn’t need re-ironing for any reason, checked his chinos were stain-free, made sure his shoes were polished and sorted out a pair of socks. Then she decided that rather than leave him to get himself ready for work she would supervise.
The alarm sounded and she went to rouse her dozing son. He looked so sweet laid there, duvet half hanging off his bed, revealing his padded bottom and naked hips, his little t-shirt had ridden high up his back. Thankfully, she thought, soon that wouldn’t be much of a problem. His thick nappy was clearly visible through the clear plastic pants but she was a little upset to see that he hadn’t wet himself. Still, it was early days yet and her son would be doing lots of things he perhaps never thought he would.
She gently shook him awake. Sleepy eyed he looked up at his mother.
“Morning sweetie, time to get up.”
He rubbed his eyes, yawned and was suddenly aware of his bulky protection. He took a couple of beats before answering.
“Morning… mummy.”
Although she knew he was dry she still slipped her fingers down the front of his nappy to check. Ryan initially jerked away but realised that he had nothing to worry about, his mother had said she would look after him.
“Who’s a good boy? Not wet but, Baby Ryan needs to know it’s OK to use his nappy… does my little boy need to potty?”
Ryan realised he was actually bursting but shook his head; he had no intention of peeing in his nappy in front of his mother. However, she knew just from the look on his face that he was lying and thought that she would hurry along the acceptance of his situation a little bit by pushing down on his slightly bloated tummy.
“Awww mmmuuummm…”
The pressure being too much he couldn’t hold back and his bladder let loose. He closed his eyes and pulled a face (a face his mummy remembered from when he was a toddler) as the thick nappy absorbed all his wee. Because of the see-thru plastic pants, which his mummy had bought the day before (as well as other provisions) she could see the white fabric change colour to a pale yellow and silently waited for him to finish.
“Well done sweetie… I knew you could do it. Mummy doesn’t mind her baby boy making a mess… so he mustn’t worry if he does.” She held his face between her fingers. “Do you still need to go poo?”
“Mmmuumm, I can’t do that in my… can’t I just use the toilet? He begged.
“When my little poppet is potty trained he can but until then… he’ll use his nappy like any good little boy would.”
This was getting embarrassing but he somehow knew that if he could get over this hurdle, then everything else would be a lot easier. His mum stood over him and encouraged her boy to go potty.
“Mum, I can’t go if you’re watching. Can’t you leave me to it?”
“Sweetie, there will be no more secrets, there’s no need. My little boy has got a lot to learn and, if he doesn’t want to feel the hairbrush on his cute little bottom, he’ll do as mummy says.”
He tried but he just couldn’t make himself go.
“Sorry mummy, but I just can’t do it yet.” He looked down all shy and apologetic, which was cute but his mum thought that was something else he was going to have to get over.
“Not to worry sweetheart, let’s get you ready for work.”
Ryan stood up and was about to do things himself when his mother shook her head and he left her to it. First she removed his rabbit t-shirt, folded and put it on his dresser, then she gripped the plastic pants and in the same movement, loosened the nappy and dragged them both down together. Ryan stood naked awaiting his instructions and although he felt a bit silly, he loved the attention.
“OK baby, the bath is ready,” and she steered him towards the bathroom.
Once in there he realised just how prepared his mother was. There was a warm bubbly bath complete with a few toys to play with (more items his mother had bought the day before). Set next to the bath was a baby’s changing mat and piled up alongside were lotions, creams and powders, plus a huge pile of disposable nappies on top of which were several pairs of plastic pants.
Suddenly Ryan understood that his life was now no longer his own, his mummy had done exactly what she said she would and taken complete control. He assumed he was still expected to go to work, (otherwise why get him up so early), but wasn’t sure what he’d have to wear. This was something else he wasn’t going to have to worry about.
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With every move there was an audible rustling. To Ryan it was like a clarion call to what exactly he was wearing, although to his workmates, it was just a weird little sound. His mother had insisted that he wear his crinkly new pants to work, which he simply did not want to do, although a few of her promised swats from the hairbrush on his naked bottom had proved very convincing.
They’d made small-talk as his mummy bathed and then dried him. To Ryan the towel had never felt fluffier as his mother made sure every little nook and cranny was thoroughly eradicated of any moisture.
In fact, he was enjoying the attention so much that his penis also stood to attention. Normally he would quickly rub himself for an early morning orgasm but that wasn’t possible in his current situation. His mummy just kept pushing it out of the way with the towel as she dried between his legs. He was quite embarrassed but also wondering if his mummy would take care of it… would she go that far for her little boy. His thoughts were swiftly brought back into focus as she laid him out on the changing mat and applied baby lotion. Again his penis bobbed around looking for attention but she just moved it aside and continued massaging the slippery cream into her son’s bits and bobs.
She was gently coaxing her son to giggle as she tickled his tummy before sprinkling powder all over his cute little bottom. Pretty soon, and much to Ryan’s frustration, she wrapped him in a disposable and tightly taped him in. She reached for his pretty new butterfly and bird silky, crinkly pants and began to slip them up his legs.
Partly out of frustration and partly because he was worried about wearing such obviously noisy pants to work he objected. His mother wasted no time; she pulled down his disposable pushed him over the side of the bath and reached for the hairbrush, which up until that moment Ryan thought was only a threat, and delivered three substantial swats to his bare bottom.
“What has mummy told you about this?” Another three swats followed.
Shocked and hurting Ryan immediately recognised he’d made a huge mistake.
“Sorry mum… er… aahhh… mummy.” He soon realised that a hairbrush applied so efficiently to his bottom was very painful indeed. Three more swats followed.
His yelps and pleading echoed around the bathroom but his mum had decided to make her point and thwart any possible indiscipline very early on. She was not going to let him get away with anything other than complete compliance. This is what he wanted and this is what he was going to get… but only as she saw fit.
As Ryan sobbed over the side of the bath his mother delivered her final warning.
“My little baby will do what his mummy says. There is no discussion. He eats what his mummy gives him, he wears what she puts him in and he does what he is told… immediately. Does my baby now understand these rules?”
She waited patiently for a reply but appreciated that her son’s sobs might mean he had to compose himself a bit first.
It had been a very painful lesson and Ryan was thoroughly chastised. Any rebellion about his noisy pants was vanquished and so were any future arguments. His mummy had proved herself to be most definite in what she expected from her baby son and would entertain no nonsense… eventually he was able to reply.
“Yes mummy. Sorry mummy.”
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She hugged her son tightly and then rubbed some soothing cool cream onto his very red and sore bottom. Once this was done she re-fit his nappy, pulled up his crinkly, but to her at least, beautiful shiny pants, and guided him back to his bedroom. She wished she could just keep him like that. She would love to have him at home all the time dressed as her baby and the two playing those little games she used to play with him when he was a baby. A thought struck her – perhaps she could.
She helped him on with his shirt and tie. Ryan was aware of two things; his throbbing bottom and the shiny crinkly bulk he was now going to have to wear to work and he was dreading it. With each movement he could hear the tell-tale crinkle. He was desperate for his mummy to abandon this new dress code, especially as he was a big boy and going to work but his burning bum made him think again about saying anything.
His mother of course picked up on his continued reluctance so tried to ease him into his trousers with a few words of encouragement.
“I know you are worried about this,”
She said as she pulled them up and over his glossy protection.
“But I think my little boy looks lovely in his little pants. The pants that you like so much and which mummy thinks you look so adorable in.”
As he opened his mouth to try and reason with her he caught sight of her stern look in the mirror and decided against interrupting.
“I want to know my boy is well protected when I’m not around … and this is most important… I want him to know that the lovely crinkle sound every time he moves tells him he has a loving mummy at home who only wants the absolute best from her obedient little baby boy.”
He was staring at the ground and feeling like a toddler when he asked her what his work colleagues would say.
“Does it matter? Yesterday you thought that everyone already knew and if they do, what difference is it going to make and if they don’t… let them speculate… enjoy the fact that they will be talking about you. Most people will be too polite to mention anything and anyone who does… smile knowingly and be proud of the noise… after all, it was something you bought and something you wanted.”
With that she patted his padded bottom and sent him out off to work.
The End of Crinkle – Chapter Five.
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