Training Day

Chapter 3
Safety

Chapter Description: Punishment over, Tommy gets what every little deserves.

I stand as close to the wall as possible, keeping my nose in contact with it. Tears are still streaming down my face but I’ve managed to get control a little, breathing and sniffling as my nose runs. I rub my sore bum slowly, trying to stop the stinging and throbbing sensation. Daddy has never spanked me that hard before or that many times. Even when I drew all over one of his favourite vinyl albums with crayon. I hear Daddy moving about the room, the noise of drawers and wardrobes being opened and looked through, things being put down. The distinct sound of a nappy being unfolded and laid out lifts my heart a little. To be back in a nappy right now would make me feel a lot safer and happier. I then hear Daddy leave and walk down the stairs.

I don’t know how long I stay stood in the corner waiting for Daddy. It feels like an age. Just as I start getting fidgety, and a little worried I hear him coming up the stairs.

"You can come out of the corner now Tommy" he says as he comes in. I turn round to see him stood with a big bottle of milk and a big sippy cup in his hands. My eyes light up when I see what’s been laid out. On the floor is my changing mat with its cute design of cartoon jungle animals. Next to it waiting for hugs is my favourite teddy in the whole wide world, Bastian, guarding my dummy. Bastian is sat on a folded long sleeved onesie patterned with sleepy bears.There is also two big thick unfolded disposable nappies, a stack of stuffers, and the changing kit.

"Come lay on the mat", Daddy says, kneeling and patting the plastic. "And no fussing."

I quickly sit on the mat, my bum stinging slightly as I get down. I grab my teddy and bury my face into him, cuddling him tight, his smell helping calm me even further. I lay back knowing the drill, even rolling back a little with my legs in the air. "Good boy" Daddy smiles at me and my eagerness to get in a nappy. Despite the stress of work, the misery of my "little accident", and the spanking I feel a weight lift off me. I know everything will be alright with Daddy taking care of me. I can’t help but smile a little over the top of my bear back at him. He takes my dummy and places it in my mouth, which I start sucking instantly. With one big hand he grips my ankles and pushes back, lifting my bum off the mat at the same time. With the other he slides one of the nappies under me and quickly adds rectangular stuffer. He lowers my butt back down, and adds another stuffer, folded in half, to the front right where my willy will be. He then rubs some nappy cream all over my crotch area, making me squirm and giggle. Baby powder gets puffed over me next, scenting the air with the smell of little ones the world over. Quickly the nappy is expertly taped up, perfectly positioned. I smile even more as I feel the bulk between my legs. I run a hand over the front expecting to feel the smooth, crinkly plastic. Instead the plastic is rough! I look down and see that the surface is covered in small holes. Daddy sees my confused face.

"Don’t worry" he says, with a grin "that’s just so it will soak through to the other nappy"

Daddy takes three more stuffers and layers them into the bottom of the second nappy. He again takes my ankles, helps me lift my bum up, and slides it underneath. Just as quickly as the first he tapes it up nice and snug, before finally running a finger round the leg holes.

I lay there, just enjoying the feel. I can’t close my legs, I love the resistance when I try. My butt is at least 4 inches off the mat, and everytime I shift a little it is accompanied by a crinkle. The folded booster adds extra pressure at the front and feels great. I give a little yip in pleasure, and again bury my face in my teddy. Daddy is right, I’m meant to be in thick nappies and I was silly to think I was ready for anything else. Even that I wanted anything else. The day’s events don’t seem so bad, they’re in the past and over the blow softened. The only responsibility I have right now is to cuddle my teddy and suck on my dummy.

I struggle to sit up due to the bulk, with a laugh Daddy helps me. Daddy then picks up the onesie. As he does so a pair of white mitts fall out. My eyes lock on to them.

“What those Daddy?” I ask, muffled by the dummy in my mouth.

“Oh those? They’re just something to help keep little boys’ hands out of trouble.” he says with a grin. “They’re locking mitts. Here let’s get them on.”

“Buh don’t I need hands?”

“Nope, Not until I can trust you to be good, little man” he says, taking my hands one at a time and putting the mitts on.

“Besides, they look cute” he smiles whilst locking the small padlocks. I frown a little and test the range of movement I have. Not much, but they’re soft and warm and I feel even more helpless. As I’m testing out the new mitts, prodding and trying to grasp things, Daddy gets my Onesie, and points at me in a gun gesture

“Hands Up!” I automatically react giggling, throwing my hands in the air straight up. He quickly pulls the onesie over my head, getting my hands through the longsleeves with only the minimum of fuss. He pulls it down the rest of the way.

As he stands over me I quickly wrap my arms round his legs and cuddle him tight. My way of saying thank you.

“Ok, ok, you can let go now”, he says gently, taking my hands. “Up you get.”

I stand with his help, the nappy between my legs hindering me a little. Daddy kneels down and does up the snaps along the bottom of my onesie, struggling to do them up round the bulk. I put one hand on top of his head to keep my balance, as he pulls and does them up one by one. As Daddy goes and turns on the lamp in the room and closes the curtains, I stretch and feel the onesie helping support my nappy, keeping it all nice and snug.

“I think you need an early night after all this excitement” he states. I start to pout, seeing the daylight outside, but get caught out by a big yawn. I have been overdoing it recently… I decide not to put up any resistance and waddle over slowly to the crib, clutching Bastian like a talisman. Daddy follows just behind, and after giving my butt a pat lets down the side and helps me in. I crawl over the huge king sized crib and grab another plushy. Daddy climbs in as well, sitting with his back against the bars. I scooch over and snuggle up, resting my head against his chest, and wiggle back and forth getting comfortable.

“You hungry little one?” he asks.

“ Yea” I nod softly. He removes my dummy, bopping me on the nose with the end, then gets the big bottle of milk, offering the teat to me. I suckle happily. Making happy noises as I nuzzle against it, closing my eyes and relaxing fully. Cuddled up against Daddy, nuzzling at a bottle of milk, clutching my teddies as much as I can in my mitts, I feel totally safe and protected. The bottle is soon finished and my dummy is replaced, I don’t bother opening my eyes, I just nuzzle into Daddy a bit more listening to his heart and gentle breathing.

“Wov you Daddy” I mumble from behind the paci as I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

“Love you too, little man” he whispers back, gently stroking my hair.