Naptime & Early Bedtmes

The next time I tell you it’s bed time I expect you to go and not sit and whine about it.

But daddy I just wanted 5 more minutes to finish my game.

And that’s why you’re getting a spanking.

It’s always the same just 5 more minutes again and again.

Daddy I’ll go to bed now I promise.

in a small house you often find yourself bumping into others as you get ready for bed. But for sammy it was as she was getting dressed for bed and her sister was getting ready to go out

the utter shame off beeing made to play in flour like a baby was now met with the mortifying shame of having a nappy change and bath time before beddy byes

her sister has of course seen her naked before but not stood in the bathroom as her mummy removes her nappy filling the room with the smell of stale wee wee

before grabbing a fresh nappy and wipes and cleaning her up like a silly baby

Drink up mummy then we can put you down for a nap

yes you will be put down in the crib with the sides pulled up. And yes I will rock your bottom until you fall asleep.

yes mummy you will be topless. Just like I was topless in those photos you shared. You thought you were so funny making fun of your daughter

what do you mean please don’t sleep with Ryan. Oh honey bun it’s not appropriate to talk about all that icky stuff

let’s just say me and your boyfriend will be singing let it go twice tonight

Kyle lay perfectly still, his eyes squeezed shut so tight that little sparks danced behind his eyelids. He was a grown adult, yet he'd been living the life of a baby. Like so many things that trapped him in this lifestyle, here he was secured by his crib's sturdy bars. It was his "quiet time," but he knew it was just another sweetly disguised term; the truth was, he'd been put down for naptime by Mommy.

The ding-dong of the doorbell earlier had been the end of his slumber. Since then, the muffled rhythm of his Mommy’s voice and a sharp, unfamiliar laugh had been drifting across the house.

He rolled onto his stomach, clutching Barnaby the Bear by one ear. The voices in the kitchen seemed to swell, vibrating through the vents.

"…and Kyle is just…" His heart did a frantic little somersault. He was certain he heard his name. They were talking about him. Somehow, the voices sounded closer; were they coming in here? A frantic image flashed in his mind. He imagined the nursery door creaking open, his eyelids slammed shut, hearing the soft, careful crunching of footsteps approaching his oversized crib, where he lay on display — helpless. Continuing to feign sleep, he could almost smell Mommy's perfume. He pictured "the stranger" (Mommy's guest) holding a hand over their mouth, trying to stifle a giggle while looking down at him—the "big boy"—put down for naptime like a literal baby. The embarrassment hit him like a heatwave.

His panic swelled; he couldn't take it. His ego rebelled; his fight or flight took over. He had to move. Fast.

Kyle tossed the blankets aside. He summoned what was left of his "big boy" strength and executed a clumsy display of acrobatics as he pathetically tried to scale the crib railing. After a few desperate grunts, he'd finally made it on the opposite side of the bars. All those lazy baby days had caught up with him; his strength was zapped as he exhaustedly fished his foot around, probing for a foothold.

With his unused muscles burning, he slid down onto the carpet into the crawling position. White spots appeared in his vision, and his lungs begged for air. He couldn't walk, much less stand. So, he once again found himself on his hands and knees, but this time he wasn't being forced to crawl. At this moment, he preferred crawling; it felt safe, stable. His mission was simple: find a hiding spot. If he wasn't found in the crib, he wasn't "napping." If he wasn't napping, he could still plausibly assert himself as a "big boy."

Still breathing heavily, thin lines of drool snuck past his lips. Feeling the accumulation, his chin felt wet and cold. Glancing back, annoyed, his paci stared back at him through the crib's bars where it lay abandoned. He let out an involuntary whimper, already missing the rubber nipple seated firmly in his mouth.

He stayed low to the ground, his comically large diaper crinkling and forcing his legs apart into his normal gate. Barnaby was tucked under his arm like a football. He eyed the closet—too obvious. The space behind the curtains? Maybe. He began a frantic, high-speed crawl toward the wooden toy chest, his limbs moving in a blurred, panicked scramble. Whimpering, he wanted to disappear into one of the shadows from the afternoon light.

Just as he neared the edge of the toy chest, preparing to disappear behind it, his hip clipped the side of his diaper pail, sending it crashing over. The pail door flung open, and the bag of today's soiled diapers spilled forward. Kyle frantically tried to right the pail upwards, while pushing the lumpy bag of his past deeds back into the capsule. He worked fast but couldn't avoid catching a whiff of his own dirty diapers, which started him gagging. Unconsciously, under his breath, a copious eruption of frustrated baby babble spilled out like the diapers: "Uh-oh! Uh-ho! Made a messy. Eww! It's yucky, it's yucky!" Bleah!

Sound erupted from down the hall. But it wasn't the sound of footsteps.

It was a roar of laughter.

Mommy’s voice and the visitor’s voice merged into a chorus of delighted, high-pitched giggles. Kyle froze, mid-crawl, one leg hiked up like a confused lizard.

"Oh, my goodness, look at him go!" his Mommy gasped between laughs. "Does he think he’s invisible?!"

Kyle’s head whipped toward the small, blinking black lens perched on his bookshelf—the "nanny cam" he usually ignored. At that moment, he realized the terrifying truth: there was no hiding. In the kitchen, on a glowing phone screen, his entire frantic, undignified scurry was being broadcast in high definition.

He squeezed Barnaby tight, his face turning red. He had tried to save his dignity, but instead, he’d just provided the afternoon's headline entertainment.

"Aw, looks like I have some clean-up to do. And a bottom to spank as red as his little face." His Mommy sighed, coming down from the laughter.

Happy napping, baby 😘