Of course months! - I laughed, - Is eight year old so swaddled? Only nursing babies.

- I'm big! - Offended, said Sasha, spitting out the nipple.

- Really? - I laughed, - Why do you have a wet diaper then?

The boy blushed deeply.

- Or is it not you wet the diaper? - I smiled, shoving Sasha in the nipple's mouth - What, nothing to say in my defense?

Nastya giggled softly.

- Well, I admired the boy? - She asked me - Let's turn.

- And not going! - I declared, - Let him sleep like that.

Sasha hurt his face offended. "Now crying" - I thought.

“Your punishment is not over yet,” I announced to the boy, “I'll spend all night in these diapers.”

“You know better,” Nastya shrugged, giving me a disapproving look.

“What Lala” - I thought with affection, again admiring the tightly swaddled boy. For some reason, I remembered my children's dolls. “Only this doll will be more abruptly,” I smiled to myself, “Not bad today I played with him. I want to continue tomorrow, too. ”I thought about it, looking for an excuse to extend Sashino’s sentence for one more day. “To give him a diuretic again, so that he could write at night? - the first idea flashed in my head, - Although the boy has a wet diaper. ” I thought that it was better to give a laxative - imperceptibly pour into the milk, as I did with a diuretic powder. “I can imagine what condition his gauze diaper will be in the morning,” I smiled to myself. “A pile in a diaper is serious.” For this, you must be punished "

“I will probably go,” said Nastya, interrupting my reflections.

I went out with my girlfriend in the hallway.

“I will give the boy milk for the night,” I explained to Nastya, showing her the baby bottle.

Saying goodbye and closing the door behind Nastya, I immediately went to the built-in wardrobe. “Here it is, a box with medications,” I smiled, opening the cabinet, “I think I saw a laxative here yesterday.” Rummaging in the box, I found the pills I needed. "Adults have two pills, and for children under 12 years old - one," I read the dosage. I decided to take two pills. "So that the adult carried by" - I smiled to myself. Having filled the baby bottle with milk, I added tablets pounded into powder. “Shake well” - I smiled and several times shaking the bottle, carried it to Sasha.

- What are you lying with such a discontented look? - I asked the boy, - Do not you like being a baby? All care for you: dress, bathe. I do not even have to wipe my ass myself when I went for a lot.

Taking a pacifier from Sasha’s mouth, I replaced it with a baby bottle.

“Let's drink some milk,” I smiled sweetly at the boy.

I expected the boy to be capricious, but he immediately began to drink milk.

“Well done,” I praised Sasha, when he emptied the bottle, “Now close your eyes and sleep.”

I wished the boy good night and left the room, quietly closing the door behind me.

"It was a great day," I noted with a contented smile, thinking that I did not regret a bit that I was left with an eight year old child. With a nursery kid, whom I wanted at the beginning, it would also be interesting, but not in the same way as with an eight-year-old boy. You can do whatever you want with the kids - they can't resist. And to turn an obstinate older boy into an obedient kid is quite another matter: to command them, as small ones, to watch them shy when you undress him for children's procedures ... Not to mention wet pants. “It will be necessary to set up tomorrow too, so that I can write about it,” I decided, “And even better, I put a bunch of tights in it.” And in a crowded place, in plain sight. It is unnoticeable, as it is now, to give a laxative and go for a walk with him somewhere - the best thing is a big shopping center. I will not let there in the toilet, even if it will ask. Make him tolerate until he crap out. That will be a laugh ”

I smiled, imagining an eight-year-old boy with a bunch in pantyhose. “So I will drive home,” I continued to argue, “I can imagine how all passersby will gaze at him. Although why lead home? You can go to the children's clinic. There are large changing tables at every corner. I'll put the boy on the table like a baby, and I will wipe him with wet napkins in front of everyone. Probably so many onlookers will meet immediately. You should look at the eight-year-old child

“In short, it’s full of plans for tomorrow,” I smiled to myself, “We must properly educate him: to undress more often when outsiders are naked, to be put in front of the pot in plain sight ... I will train him so much that I will let the crew flow. Still need to wean clamped. To not only relax the buttocks, when he smears children's oil on his ass, but also obediently opens the hole as soon as I put a finger on her ”

Again, I thought that with an eight-year-old boy is much more interesting than with a chest or nursery. Now that I have found entertainment, staying in this apartment did not seem to me to be hard labor. On the contrary, it was a pity that I was left with Sasha for just a week.

KaraPuz

March 2009