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"Have you had any water this morning?"
I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.
There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.
"Say it," I murmur.
"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.
I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."
He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.
"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.
He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.
He fills a glass and starts to drink.
"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."
He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."
I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.
"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."
He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.
He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.
I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.
"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"
I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.
"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"
I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.
He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.
I let the silence stretch.
I lock eyes with him.
"Come. Here. Now."
He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...
"I'm not asking again."
His arms drop. His shoulders dip.
"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."
His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.
"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."
Here he is.
My little whiney boy.
I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.
His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.
He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.
Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.
When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.
"Look sweetie..."
I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,
"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"
I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.
"Bum up for Mummy"
He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...
"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."
His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.
Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...
"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"
Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.
One on top of the other.
I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.
"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."
I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.
He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.
That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.
I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.
"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.
"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."
I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.
"Lie down for me."
"No, I don't have time."
"LIE DOWN."
Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.
"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"
The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.
"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"
"NO TALKIES."
I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.
I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.
Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.
He hasn't got a chance.
"Keep that wriggly botty still!"
I press his hips down onto the soft padding.
"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."
Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.
I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.
I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.
There he is.
Mummy's magic hands...
I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.
I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?
I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.
"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."
"I've got a special treat for you today sweetpea..."
I say as I reach into the draw and pull out a pretty pink diapee.
He looks up at me with those big pretty eyes and I see his cheeks flush, he's sat on the edge of the bed where I left him...
I changed him into a nice clean diapee and dressed him in my favourite outfit.
He looks adorable 💙
"Mummy is going to spend the whole day with a padded bum like you."
I see him shift his weight in his seat with anticipation, it makes the yummyest soft crinkly sound.
"...Now. Mummy doesn't *need* to wear a diapee like you, Little Mr Stinky bum - you have no choice. Some people can't be trusted in big boy pants can they!?"
I see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.
"But Mummy I AM a BIG boy."
He protests.
"Shhhhhh...no talkies"
I push his favourite dummy in between his lips, he begins to suckle...and I hear a soft little sigh leave his nose.
I lift up my dress, and pull down my knickers, dropping them to the floor at his feet.
I see his eyes dart directly to what's between my legs...my boy loves Mummy's pussy...
I always catch him having a sneaky peak 🙈
I unfold the diapee, lay it on the bed next to him and sit onto the soft white padding.
I wiggle around to make sure it's positioned perfectly. The gentle crinkles of the material combined with the soft padding pressed against my clit does wild things to me...
I let out a soft moan.
I pull up the back section around my hips to meet the front, his curious eyes follow my every move...
I stand up to face him, his perfect little face in-line with my now padded pussy.
Looking down at him I cup his chin with my hand and lift his head so his eyes meet mine.
"Now. Be a good boy and help Mummy secure her tabs...
...If you help me get it comfy I might let you hold your hand against it later when I need to go pee pee- you can feel how nice and warm it gets as I fill it...."