you will be my baby ”- I smiled to myself. Suddenly, remembering that I had long wanted to punish the boy for his disgusting behavior, I thought that this would be the best punishment for Sasha. “You will stay at me today all day with a peasant nursery,” I decided.

- Are you going to undress or not? - I shouted at Sasha, - Again, do not you listen? You know? If you behave like this, you will not only wash in a basin with me - you will generally spend the whole day today like a little one!

Sasha stared at me in astonished-scared look.

- Do not look at me like that, - I smiled, pleased with the effect produced, - I am not joking. Not going to tolerate your behavior anymore. You should have been punished for a long time for not obeying. So you will stay with me today till the end of the day as a nursery kid.

“What an interesting punishment,” said Natasha with a smile.

- Yes, yes, - I confirmed, - Spend today, as a toddler.

- And how are you, interestingly, decided to turn an eight-year-old boy into a toddler toddler? - Wicked asked ironically, - Dress him like a baby? Will you plant the pot?

- And how, - I smiled, - Everything will be like a little one - both clothes and a pot. Even find a pacifier for him.

Everyone laughed.

- Shame on you, Kolya! - suddenly an indignant wikin's voice was heard from the right, - No, just look at it!

I turned around at the naked four-year-old boy and laughed softly - the peanut let out a transparent trickle from a small faucet hanging between the legs.

“We’ll direct the trickle here, to the center of the basin,” said Vika, carefully taking a thin little girl with two fingers ...

- So funny pees into the water - I smiled.

I could not take my eyes off the naked four-year-old boy - so the fountain in his legs fascinated me. “How interesting the boys are pissing,” I noted, when the little mummy made a second pause and started a couple of short streams after it, with each of which he had a funny little twitch.

- And what a pretty face! - Natasha laughed.

- Kohl I still like to throw a trickle while swimming, - Vika smiled.

“All boys love to write while bathing,” the mother of the one-and-a-half year old baby said.

“And usually at the most inopportune moment,” Vika laughed, shaking the last drops off Kolya's ponyaschik. Is yours, Irka, also so harmful?

- What a harmful! - Ira laughed and after her all the rest.

- Boys should be forced to go before bathing in a small way, - said Vika, - And as I didn’t see that Kolya peesed. I made a pot - he stands on the floor - and just forgot.

“Here is the little tot to remind you,” Natasha smiled, “To never forget again.”

Having lost interest in the four-year-old Kolya, I remembered my boy.

“You don't seem to understand in a good way,” I turned to Sasha, who was still dressed, “You were told to undress five minutes ago.”

I squatted in front of the boy.

“If you don’t want to undress yourself, I’ll have to undress you,” I smiled, “Like a baby.”

I tried to unbutton Sasha's jeans, but the boy did not let me do this.

- Well, quickly removed his hands! - I ordered and finally lost my patience, strongly slapped Sasha on the pope.

The boy was stunned for a second and immediately went into a hysterical roar. Taking advantage of Sasha’s confusion, I unbuttoned his jeans and jerked him down to my knees - of course, along with his underpants. “So, without panties, I like you more” - I thought with a smile, considering the eight-year-old boy between his legs.

As if he remembered that he was standing without panties, the boy blushed deeply and pulled down his short shirt, trying to hide behind his legs.

- Well, where are you pulling a shirt? - I shouted at Sasha, - Now you will tear!

Forcibly removing Sasha's hands, which he clutched at the shirt, I lifted them up and quickly pulled the shirt from the boy over his head. Of course, as soon as I let go of his hands, he immediately covered his groin with them.

- What, at eight years old, nobody can look at you naked? - I asked jokingly, forcibly breaking Sasha's hands, - No need to hide behind. How can I wonder you, bathe, if you keep your hands there all the time?

“So shy,” Natasha smiled. “Look how flushed.”

Sasha confusedly looked down and again tried to hide behind.

- Who said not to hide behind! - I raised my voice, giving Sasha a ringing slap on the bare bottom.

The slap worked and the boy no longer climbed to hide behind.

“Small children should not be ashamed of adults,” I said to Sasha, freeing his legs from jeans and underpants.

“As if no one here saw the boys naked,” Vika laughed.

“It's quite another matter,” I smiled, looking at the naked boy standing in front of me. So, ashamed, I liked the eight year old tomboy much more. “This is the way to stand in front of everyone now,” I smiled to myself, “The naked section immediately became like silk. It was necessary yesterday to punish him like this - turn him into a kid. By the way, how does he even now differ from these two kids? The same naked little tot, as and they ”

- Well? - I jokingly addressed Natasha and the young mothers, - How much will you give my Sasha now?

- Year two, - Ira said with a laugh, causing general laughter.

“It really looks like a two-year-old when it stands naked like that,” agreed Natasha.

- No more offers? - I slyly squinted, - So they decided. You, Sasha, today I will be two years old by the end of the day. Remember your new age?

The boy pursed his lips offendedly.

“And if you don’t start to behave well after that, then you’ll spend all week doing it,” I added, “Yes, yes.” Do not build such a surprised face. If you don’t obey me, you’ll be two years old before mom arrives.

Noticing fear in Sasha's eyes, I quite smiled, thinking again how dramatically the boy had changed. “Indeed, as a helpless nursery peasant,” I smirked to myself, “Now you can do whatever you want with him.” I remembered a recent trick to Colin. “Well, they taught us to stand naked,” I thought, “Now we will teach us how to use a children's pot.”

- Can I borrow a pot from you? - I asked Vika.

- Are you not going to ... - Vick laughed.

- Make the boy go for a little? - I interrupted Vika with a smile, - It is for this that I need a pot. You yourself just said that before bathing every boy should be forced to write.

- Are you afraid that the eight-year-old, too, will let a trickle in the basin? - with undisguised irony asked Ira.

“Better to make sure,” I smiled.

Vika handed me a baby pot and I put it at Sasha's feet.

- Well, what are you standing? - I shouted at the eight-year-old boy, - Do not know how to use the pot?

“I don't want to,” Sasha said softly and blushed deeply.

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