“Enough is enough, come now Jasper mommy needs her baby to get dressed.” Though the closeness to her husband had been nice, Molly was sick of accommodating Jasper. She took him back into Tess’s room and rooted through her changing table and found just what she was looking for, a nice new yellow onesie and set of booties.
If he wanted to be dependent, these last few hours were going to be just that. Carefully she dressed her baby boy. Then looking down at his passive little face, just accepting this treatment with vacant stare, a devious thought hit her.
She walked over to the crib and laid out one of the receiving blankets. Eying her baby on the changing table, she laid out another, partially overlapping it. “This should work” she said under her breath.
It didn’t take long, but a moment later, there she was at the kitchen table. Her baby boy was a newly minted infant, happily swaddled and cradled on her lap. Molly couldn’t believe he hadn’t even fussed.
Jasper felt safe and warm his mind was there and he knew what was going on. At first, being immobilized by the blankets felt stifling, but something in him just adapted. He felt right. Mommy had him, he could feel her, could feel her heart beat as she held him close. Then mommy put something in his mouth mmmmm.
In the kitchen, Molly readied everything for this to be taken it to the next level. She had warmed a few old jars of baby food. Nothing like pureed chicken then some carrots and finally a jar of bananas for my growing baby. Molly smiled as she thought and imagined how disgusting it would be for her husband. That would snap him out of this infantile play.
Molly pulled Jasper’s binkie from his mouth “time for my little baby boy to eat, open for mommy.” Then shoved a baby spoon of warmed chicken puree into Jasper’s mouth.
Having been warm and cozy, cradled in mommy’s embrace, Jasper hadn’t been expecting such a maneuver. He had expected to nurse. This disgusting slurry, not … not slurry, Jasper’s mid was swimming it only took and instant, then he placed it. This was a puree. Then the gears in his head clicked, puree … pureed chicken he connected to this .. this was from Tess …. this is … baby food.
Molly enjoyed watching the look of discovery of Jasper’s face.
Jasper went from cozy and happy to play the swaddled infant, to frustrated and … bound and helpless.
Molly played the part of mommy trying to feed her difficult baby. Pureed chicken was smearing all over her poor baby’s face as he struggled both to avoid eating and to free himself. “Baby come on you need to eat to grow up nice and strong.”
Jasper tried to tell Molly to stop, but he couldn’t …. for some reason, he could no longer form words, all that came from his mouth was nonsensical sounds. Finally he just cried out “mama… no… no mama…no”
“Little boys need to behave.” Molly had only made her way through attempting to feed Jasper half the first jar of baby food. Most of it being worn on his face.
Jasper was thrashing around or at least trying to, but the swaddling made it almost impossible for him to do more than just squirm and whine and cry.
Molly got just the reaction she had hoped for as she calmly put down the baby spoon. Turned little Jasper over on her lap and through the layers of the receiving blanket gave his upper thighs a sharp whack, and then another.
Jasper didn’t realize what was going on till the shock of a blow to almost his bottom caught him by surprise. It hurt more than he could imagine and she didn’t stop. He was being spank not on his bottom, but close enough. His mommy was spanking him.
“Someone is being a bad boy”
Whack
Whack
Whack
“Someone needs to learn to behave.”
Whack
Whack
Whack
“Someone needs to listen to mommy”
Whack
Whack
Whack