A Mommy’s Pride and Joy: The Result of “Yes, Mommy”

It seemed the strap had worked on the little boy. He had gone from indifferent to compliant. There was a bit of satisfaction his Mommy had derived from having corrected him when she felt she needed to. But it wasn’t vindictive satisfaction. Rather, it was a maternal pride and joy that filled her.

He had become quite polite and in the process, regressed back a lot further than his troublesome teen years. The treatment of “Yes, Mommy” had done the trick … for now. She knew he would test the waters in the future and she’d cross that bridge with him when they got there.

On this day, she had gotten her babyboy back and he needed some special “attention”.

Warning: This ain’t no Daddy/BabyGirl story. And it’s Graphic!

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He laid on a blanket on the middle of the living room rug, fast asleep in a pair of drop seat footed pajamas. The lullaby chimes kept him in a dream world.

His Mommy and knelt beside him, kissing the top of his head and eventually following her maternal instincts, checking to see that the scent in the air was there for the reason she expected it to be.

He gently awoke and turned over onto his back as his Mommy welcomed him back from sleep with some sweet words, helping him to wake up before she tried to change him.

She was overjoyed to have him back. He had become such a defiant boy, mouthing off to her, neglecting his chores, being indifferent at how upset she was with him.

But all that defiance was gone and her little boy had become a good little boy once again. She began unfastening his footed pajamas and removing them from his frame.

When she told him that she felt she had done something wrong in raising him and that she needed to start over with him again, he had no idea how literally she meant “starting over”.

But lying before her in nothing but a wet diaper and nursing on a pacifier. He understood now.

Initially, he fought the baby treatment but soon discovered the will power and lasting effect of his Yes, Mommy spanking had broken his ability to defy.

That, added into the nurturing and sweetness his Mommy suddenly smothered him with, made him regress without any more fuss.

Perhaps, he would come to enjoy the baby treatment, but whether he did or didn’t, he had become obedient to his Mommy once again.

Telling him he would be allowed to go back to sleep once she changed him, he settled himself after her tickling of his ribs. She unfastened his diaper and he laid before her, exposed and as vulnerable as the day he was born.

In a sense he had been reborn. She no longer spoke to him as a defiant boy, but rather as a baby. This continued to soften his heart and his senses.

She talked sweetly with him, asking him if he liked the teddy bear pictures on his new diaper as she slid it underneath his bottom. Rash cream, powdering and the gentle hands of his Mommy had turned him into a very compliant little guy, a far distance reminder of who he once was.

Helping him back into his footed pajamas, his Mommy made him comfortable and patted his diapered bottom before turning his lullaby chimes back on and leaving him to return to his dream land, one much softer and gentler than he had remembered before.