not cumpliantly

i put myself into time out because i have little leaks in my pullups without noticing😳🥺

Pouting brat got her bottom warmed.

Picture this…

You’re standing in line at adult daycare. It’s moving slowly, a few steps at a time - but at least it’s moving. There’s a floor puzzle back in the playroom that you really want to finish before nap time, and this was taking up so much time.

Someone coughs behind you. Another one of your classmates inhales deeply, sniffling.

As you shuffle your feet forward, you turn the corner, and see the line of littles ended right in front of the nurse’s station.

There’s just two of your daycare friends separating yourself from a chair where the school nurse is sitting.

“Lillian, come here…” she says, beckoning her finger out to her.

She calls out to a woman who takes a few steps forward. Lillian sniffles a few times, rubbing her finger under her nose.

“Uh-oh… that’s a stuffy nose I hear,” the nurse says as she pulls Lillian over her knee, and pulls her lilac skirt up, putting her damp diaper on display.

She squirms, but the nurse pins Lillian down tightly, and unfastens one side of her diaper - just enough to get access to her back door.

Lillian whines a little, but allows the nurse to slip a little bit of petroleum jelly between her cheeks. When a gloved finger slips in to lubricate her bottom, she breathes in sharply through her mouth.

“That’s a good girl, Lilly…” the nurse says, “now I think I already know the answer, but I’m going to check your temperature, so stay still.”

Out came the nurses finger, and a moment later, in went the long, skinny rectal thermometer. The nurse kept Lillian in place, rubbing the little’s exposed bottom as the thermometer took a reading.

It beeped three times, and the nurse pulled out the intruder from her bottom.

“100.1, that’s a fever, sweetheart,” the nurse said as she put Lillian’s diaper back on. “Let’s get you in a clean diaper and your pajamas, you’re going to bed right now missy.”

Lillian sniffled again as one of the Nannies took her by the hand into the nurses office. The poor girl was going to miss out on playtime for the rest of the day, being sick was no fun at all.

“Oliver, your turn,” the nurse said.

I stepped forward, and watched as she repeated the process with my friend Ollie. She pulled down his pants, put him over her knee, and pulled back his diaper. He was dry, but he whined as soon as she slipped the thermometer into his bottom.”

“It feels funny, take it out!” he whined.

“Hush, baby,” the nurse said. “It just take a few minutes. Stay still, or I’ll spank this bottom right now whether you’re sick or not.”

The threat was enough to make Ollie obey, and when the thermometer finally beeped, she pulled the boy off her lap and fastened his diaper around his waist.

“Normal, you can go play, Oliver,” she said, swatting the boys diapered bottom as he toddled back to the playroom.

You shifted on your feet, knowing that you were the next part of this no-fun parade. Since being regressed, you’ve lost all privacy when it comes to staying healthy. If you disobeyed, you’d surely be punished now, and again when you were at home.

“Let’s go, sweetie,” the nurse said, looking at you.

You took a few steps, then suddenly, you felt the pressure building up in your nose…

“Aaaaaaah….aaaaah-choo!”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Even though you knew that the thermometer wouldn’t lie, you thought if you sounded healthy, you’d be able to skirt past the nurse.

“Oh my goodness, little one!” The nurse said. “That didn’t sound good, come here and I’ll wipe those boogies.”

She pulled you in, and used a baby wipes to roughly clean your face. Then, without warning, she unfastened your overalls, having to drop them all the way down to your ankles in order to get to your diaper.

Your VERY wet diaper.

“This is why I don’t like overalls, they can’t tell if your diaper is full, can they?” she said rhetorically. “We’ll get you changed either way…”

Great, another thing that was getting in the way of you and your puzzle. Why can’t the caregivers just let you play?

But a full diaper wasn’t stopping the nurse from pulling you over her knee. You huffed as your head and arms dangled while she unfastened your diaper. The cold air breezed over your cheeks, your already chilled body recoiling as you felt the gloved hand parse your cheeks.

You grunted, but she easily was able to slip her finger into your bottom. She could feel you were burning up just from her finger, but she had to follow the full procedure.

“Alright, just a couple minutes, baby,” she said as she slipped the thermometer into your bottom. “Stay still, be good…”

You did, your body was too wiped out to fight back. Your muscles ached, your head was pounding… and your temperature told the whole story no matter how much you tried to hide it.

“102!” The nurse said in surprise. “My goodness, honey, you’re going to need a few days bed rest to get over this one.”

“But..: my puzzle…” you whined.

“It’ll be there when you’re feeling better, sweetie,” she said. “Let’s put you down for a nap, and we’ll check your temperature at every diaper change until you’re feeling better.”