Waiting for Mommy

[Baby Bobby]

       Francis lay awake in his crib, anxiously staring at the ceiling in the semi-darkness of his nursery. A dim light, the only one in the room, came from a Dumbo night light at the opposite wall, next to his playpen. The rest of the house was quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV in the other room where his babysitter was awaiting the return of his mommy.

       Francis dreaded her arrival, along with the inevitable spanking he knew it would bring. He had already been paddled earlier by his babysitter, for putting up a fuss with her and being disobedient. And he knew from past experience that such behavior would be rewarded with another spanking when his mommy got home.

       Francis chewed his fat rubber pacifier nervously, as he suddenly felt another warm stream of pee unexpectedly surging out to add further to his miseries. Even though he had been changed just before bedtime, he'd already managed to soak his thick nighttime diapers completely, both back and front, and now even around the sides where the bunny headed safety pins kept the bulky cloth in place. Although he was a chronic bedwetter, even this was more than he was used to. But the terrible anticipation of his Mommy's wrath was making him pee frequently out of nervousness and even though he was fully awake, he was helpless to prevent it.

        Francis hugged his favorite teddy bear closer for comfort. Every time he heard a car door outside being slammed shut, it made his heart race. Was that Mommy in the driveway, he wondered. He'd lay in tense silence, holding his breath, waiting for the sound of the front door to open. When it didn't, he breathed a little easier, although ultimately, he knew there was no escaping his eventual fate.

       Sometimes he wasn't sure which was worse--the spanking itself or the nerve wracking anticipation that preceded it. To be sure, Mommy's spankings were both painful and humiliating. She used a wooden Spencer paddle on his bare bottom and fifty swats was the least he could hope to get away with. He doubted any of his other fifteen year-old peers still got spanked like naughty children but that was her favorite punishment for his transgressions. But then, he doubted many of his peers still wore diapers and slept in a crib either. And to make matters worse, his cheeks were still sore from the paddling he'd received from his babysitter earlier in the afternoon. She was certainly no pushover! He had learned an important lesson today not to talk back to her or underestimate her force of character. He wouldn't make that mistake again, he reflected ruefully.

       Gazing through the sturdy bars of his crib, Francis could make out the dreaded paddle hanging up above his dresser, awaiting it's next use. He cringed as he recalled the blistering swats his pretty babysitter  had delivered to his tender bottom. How he had kicked and sobbed like a baby! And to think it was going to happen all over again as soon as his mommy came home. He had racked his mind for a plausible excuse, some sort of story he could concoct to avoid another spanking but he knew it was useless. Mommy always sided with the babysitter and there was just no getting around it.

      Another door closed outside. This one seemed a lot closer. Francis held his breath as another small stream of pee leaked out of the end of his chastity device again. Now he heard the front door open and the ever so distinctive sound of his mommy's high heels on the hard wood floor of the entryway.

      Francis gulped in fear as listened intently. He could hear muffled conversation, his mommy and the babysitter exchanging information--information that would soon lead to him getting spanked! After a short time, the door could be heard closing again, followed by Mommy's purposeful footsteps coming down the hallway. Francis let out another urgent stream into his warm, soggy wet diapers as he waiting for the door to his nursery to open. He wasn't long in waiting, and as his mommy stood framed by the light of the hallway, Francis' fear reached a fever pitch.

      Flicking the light on, his mommy strode into the room, an angry look masking her beautiful features. Although she was in her late thirties, she was still in fabulous shape and her long, curly brown hair framed a face that looked much younger than her years. Tonight she was dressed in a smart pencil skirt and semi see-thru blouse that clung deliciously to her prominent bosom.

      "So you decided to get sassy with your babysitter today, did you?" she said accusingly as reached over and picked up the paddle from off the hook it was hanging from.
      Francis felt his eyes welling with tears.
      "No Mommy!" he cried, "it wasn't like that at all!"

      Unhitching the clasp on the side of his crib, she swung it downward, exposing the side of his vinyl covered mattress.
      Francis was still clinging to his blankets as she hauled him out of bed, standing him before her as she took a seat on the edge of the mattress. As always, he felt weak and helpless before her, wearing his fleece Care Bears top that barely went down to his navel and did nothing to hide his sagging diapers.

     "I'm going to teach you a lesson in manners, Francis--one you won't soon forget," she said tersely.
     Francis burst into tears, not unlike the diaper-wetting toddler he was dressed as.
     "No-no-no!" he wailed, stamping his feet in childish protest.

     "You're going to get a nice, hard spanking, and then you'll be having an early bedtime the rest of this week," she said firmly as she looked at the pathetic sissy cowering before her.
     The tears tumbled down his face as he shook his head in frustration.

     "But-but she wanted to take me outside," he wailed bitterly.
     "--Who is in charge when I'm not here?" she demanded angrily.
     "The ba-babysitter," he whimpered.
     "That's right, sissy boy. So if she tells you to do something, you'd better do it, hadn't you?"
     Before he could answer, his mommy cut him off abruptly.
     "Francis, are your diapers wet already?"
     He blushed hotly and nodded his head.

     With an impatient sigh, his mommy reached over and picked up a baby bib next to the bed that had a vinyl layer over the cloth face of it. She laid it across her lap and resumed her job of taking his diapers down.

    "I don't want a spanking!" he blubbered as the tears streamed down his face.
    His mommy had laid the paddle across her lap and now she was tugging his clinging plastic panties down off his wet diaper, to yank them down his smooth, hairless thighs.

    "Well then, you should've thought about that before you started backsassing Leanne, shouldn't you?"
    Before Francis could reply, she pulled him over her lap, where he landed with a humiliating squish.
    "No-no-please!" he begged her as he struggled across her firm thighs, off balance and completely helpless.

    In no time at all, his diaper pins were removed and the thick, soggy wet cloth of his diaper was pulled back.
     "Well--looks like Leanne did a very good job of punishing you earlier," she remarked admiringly, "I'll just rekindle the fire."

     "NOOOOO!" he cried but it was too late.
     The hard wooden paddle came down with a blistering impact, landing squarely across both of his already pink cheeks.
     "YEOOWWW!" he wailed at the top of his lungs.

     SMACKKK!! SMACKKK!!

     Two more swift swats in the same place, Francis opened his mouth to let out a cry, only to be cut off by the impact of the second scalding swat. His eyes went wide and his feet kicked wildly in the air, scissoring frantically as his mommy landed another pair of equally harsh swats to his bright red bottom.

      Even though he was a young adult now, it would have never occurred to the simpering sissy to stand up to his mommy. To him, she was everything--provider of love, nourishment, and in cases like this, terrible punishments.

     She made sure every square inch of his bottom received equal treatment, slapping and swatting until it glowed like the top of a stove. Francis beat his fists on the floor, unable to stop the torrent of spanks being delivered to his damp buns unerringly by his determined mommy.

      Every hard, resounding slap of the wood made his glowing cheeks bounce and jiggle as it brought fresh color to his already bright crimson bottom. His soft, round buns would flatten briefly with each impact of the paddle, only to bounce back up as if wanting more. Francis bawled like a baby.

      At long last, the terrible spanking was over.
      Francis lay there, unable to get up due to his unbalanced position over her lap. His mommy slowly lifted him up to stand before her unsteadily on his shaky legs. He sobbed loudly, wiping his hand across his tear stained face as his bottom blazed behind him, throbbing painfully.

      Through eyes blurred with tears, Francis looked down on his Mommy's big, proud breasts, straining at the fabric of her thin blouse. Any other male would have been gaping in lustful admiration but over the course of time in his mommy's care, Francis had come to associate big breasts with strict, maternal discipline. So much so, that whenever he was confronted by a busty female, his knees went weak and his submissiveness overwhelmed him. This fit in perfectly with his Mommy's plans to sissify and make the weak-willed pantywaist respectful of women. Now, instead of ogling her good looking friends, he grew quiet and passive in their company.

      Taking him in her arms, his mommy hugged the sobbing sissy closely, smothering him in her warm, generous bosom. His tears dripped down onto the soft skin of her breasts, trickling down the deep cleavage between to disappear inside her blouse. She stroked the back of his head lovingly, whispering in his ear and comforting him as she would a child. He threw his arms around her and hugged her back, glad to know that all was forgiven, even if he wouldn't be able to sit down for several days afterwards.

      His mommy was able to reach a tube of diaper rash creme and she began carefully applying it to his hot, stinging bottom. After giving both cheeks a nice thick, sticky layer, she slid a slippery middle finger up and down the crack of his bottom, teasing it sensually. Spreading her fingers wide, she slipped her middle one down farther and then up into his back hole, making him squeal with surprise. Burying it deep inside his anus, she cupped his bottom with her hand, supported his weight as he moaned girlishly, unaccustomed to such an erotic sensation. His crying had stopped and he leaned back a bit, to look into his beautiful Mommy's eyes. He moaned weakly and a bit of drool dribbled off his lower lip. Using her free hand, she scooped up his pink rubber pacifier and pushed it between his lips. Docile as a lamb, he accepted it meekly and began contentedly nursing from it. Removing her finger, she led him over to his changing pad, where a fresh set of thick diapers awaited him.

      Laying him down gently, she situated the bunny soft cotton around his hips, although even the slightest contact of his bottom with it brought a fresh set of tears to the punished sissy. Reaching for his teddy bear, his mommy handed it to Francis to comfort him while she powdered him thoroughly. A cloud of the fragrant scent surrounded them and it served as a reminder to the prissy bedwetter why he still needed his diapers and plastic panties. She made sure to powder around the base of his pink chastity device as well, checking as she did, just out of habit that it hadn't been tampered with. Even though it had been custom made, size small, she reflected that he was probably about due for an even smaller size now, due to the hormones she had been surreptitiously putting in his baby bottle every night.

       He suc-ked the familiar rubber nipple of his pacifier as mommy took one side of the thick cloth and pinned it at the sides, using his pink clown shaped safety pin. This was done on the other side as well, and she sat back to marvel at the bulky mass spreading his legs apart.

      "There--that's better," she said with a warm smile, "That should keep my baby protected tonight."
      Francis blushed and whimpered in embarrassment.
      Sifting through his vast collection of plastic panties, his mommy eventually selected a pink pair with building blocks and teddy bears. She gathered the leg holes together and guided his feet through them, pulling the noisy vinyl panties up his calves and upper thighs.
      "Up, sissy," she instructed him.

      Francis lifted his well padded bottom up a few inches while his mommy began working the stretchy panties around his hips, working it over the fat cloth of his diapers while her fingers circled around him at the elastic waistband. At last, it was fully in place, and the light reflected off the shiny, plastic surface making him somehow look even more babyish.

      Helping him off his changing pad, she gently put him back into his crib, the waterproof mattress covering crinkling loudly beneath him. After situating his fuzzy blankets around him and making him comfy, she closed the side of his crib back in place and looked down over the railing at him.

      "You look so sweet, Francis," she beamed down at him, "you'll always be my little baby," she said as she reached down and beeped his nose.
      "Now, don't get too excited, but I have some early business to attend to in the morning," she told him as she thought about the fabrication shop that had made his custom chastity device, "but don't worry, Leanne will be over in the morning to change your diapers and feed you.

      "Sweet dreams, baby Francis," she said with a wink and twinkle in her eye.



THE END