You have wet the bed and I warned you before, now I have had enough of you acting like a baby so I'm are going to do something about it.
...I order you over my knee, it’s shameful. I spank you, then order you on your back on the bed, legs part, nappy wrapped tightly to avoid your little accidents. Then you curl up on the floor near knee while I drink a beer and you suck your dummy...
“You can’t do this am nearly 18 daddy am not 2! You can’t do this” He says, heading for the door.
I pick you up and remind you about what tantrums earn you. It’s back over the knee, more spanks, but this time you feel something cool and slippery being squirted on your rectum, and a pressure as i twist in the butt plug. You spit out your dummy, so I calmly stop, and put it back in your mouth, and continue putting in the plug.
“Daddy why you put that in me!! I’ve done nothing wrong!!!” You cry. “Daddy why daddy, I’m good boy, not a girl. I don’t like stuff up my butt”.
I sit you up on my knee and bounce you a bit, which has the unwelcome effect of turning it on and off. Your cheeks glow red at the embarrassment of it all....
"Whining like a little girl doesn’t convince me", and your dribbling little willy does nothing to help, it looks more like a clit. I tickle it but it doesn’t seem to respond, but you ARE responding to having your hole filled.
I say "it looks like you enjoy being treated like a girl more, so what do you say about that little sissy, wait here, I will go and get something suitable for you to wear to bed tonight"...
“I don’t think so daddy. I am not wearing anything you want me in. Am nearly 18!!”
I ignore your protests and return with a pink set of pyjamas with teddy prints, a rubber romper, and mitts to suit. Your eye bulge, but so does your willy, giving you away. You start to protest but I toss you a fresh nappy and then just sit back down and shout at you to "dress"....
“No I’m not doing that, I’m not a girl, I’m your son!! Go f*** yourself dad”
This explosion of rage from you shakes you and you immediately lose your sense of defiance when you see I haven’t moved as you had hoped. Without raising, I repeat "DRESS", you start to whimper and cry, but never the less, repair the tape on your nappy. You look ridiculous and childish to the extreme stood there like that, so I soften my feature and say "Do it and we can sort you out a treat for being a big girl and doing as Daddy asks"
Surrendering, you say “Okay daddy, I’ll get up and dressed. But I’m not happy still Daddy”.
Slipping the rubber romper on 1st, I casually walk over and stand just behind you. You feel more exposed somehow in these absurd clothes. I grab a handful of your butt causing you to jump just as you were bending to pull the pink teddy pyjamas over the rubber romper legs. I take the mitts from the floor and order you to kneel for the last bit, fastening on the mitts tightly rendering you as hopeless as you feel. I light cupping of your chin raises your eyes up to mine. You can barely look at me as you can see in my expression just how helpless you are.
