It did not matter if they were out of the house; the same rules now applied even to the extent of having to use his dummy from time to time.
If he was to sulk or protest that he did not want to his Mummy had a simple rule; behave like an adult and get punished like an adult.
As his dream and wet nappy had confirmed last night he almost certainly could not keep dry at night and although he did not want to admit it he needed a nappy during the day as well.
What was more upsetting he knew he must continue to behave just like a l little girl toddler, lisp his words, suck his dummy, dribble a little and walk in that jerky wobbly way of very small children.
He could see the baby bottle in her hand; he was thirsty and he took it eagerly from her and lay back to su-k on it and drink as she lowered the cot rails and started to busy herself round the nursery getting ready for the first nappy change of the day.
He opened his eyes at last, a quick glance showed the familiar cot bars and the pink glow of sunlight through the nursery curtains.
Now, even if he had felt like that there was absolutely no chance at all.
He had no adult clothes, no money, no credit cards, no bank account, in fact no escape that he could think of at all.
It shone through her soft negligee revealing her firm sexy figure.
Her smile and cheerful “Good morning my darling baby” made him glow with pleasure and love for this woman, once his wife now his wonderful mummy.
He used to lose count of the times this was repeated and could only wish that he could have made her enjoy sex like that.