- What are you doing? - I indignantly asked Vitya, - Are you touching the little boy? Ay-yay-yay, how bad!

Vitya quickly pulled his hand out of his underpants. His face was redder than a fire truck.

“Now let's see what you touched there,” I smiled, and, crouching on the bed, unceremoniously let Vitya down.

The boy pulled down his shirt to cover himself, but I slapped his hands.

- Do you go in there again? - I looked irritated at Vitya, - Why did you touch your pisyunchik? Don't you know that little boys shouldn't do this?

I raised my fingers Vitin pisyunchik, forcing the seven-year-old boy to blush even more. The thin boyish wand was surprisingly hard. "Try a little scare?" - An idea flashed through my mind.

“Ay-yay-yay,” I frowned in concern, pulling with my fingers the quickly limping baby pysyunchik, “I knew it.” Already starting to dry out.

Still embarrassed the boy threw me a surprised-frightened look.

- What are you looking at me like that? - I asked, trying to keep a serious face, - For boys who touch a pisyunchik, he stops writing and dries.

It was noticeable that my words scared Vitya even more.

“Yes, yes, it dries up and falls off,” I continued, “Where are you going to write from then?”

I tried to speak in a serious tone, even though I was so bursting with laughter.

“Let's just take off the panties,” I said to the bewildered child, “You won't need them today.” Small children who write in their pants do not wear panties.

- I'm not small! - Victor snapped.

- Which one then? Big? - I mockingly looked at the boy, jerking pulling off his pants, - So, as you need to wear not the panties, and the diaper. Well, that even today I woke up dry.

As if he remembered that he was lying without panties, a seven-year-old boy tried to hide behind his palms between his legs, but I did not let him do it.

- What are we shy! - I smiled - What, only mom can look at you without panties?

The boy had such a hurt face that it seemed another second - and he was crying.

“Better answer me a very simple question,” I said. “Why do little boys need a pisyunchik?”

Vitya confusedly looked away.

- Well why are you quiet? - I did not let up, - Answer when they ask you! Why does every boy have a small tap between the legs? Such a simple question. Any child ask - immediately answer. A seven-year Vitya does not know. And also claims to be big. Well? Why do little boys need this little thing?

- To write? - the boy said hesitantly, blushing even more.

“That's right,” I smiled, “You will show it to me now.”

- What about? - Vitya looked at me in surprise.

- See the pot? - I showed a hand on the potty standing on the floor, - Quickly get out of bed, stand in front of him and write. And do not make such a surprised face - you have to use this pot all week. And in a little, and in a big way. So start to master the process now.

Of course, the boy did not even think to fulfill my request.

- We must quickly pee, but the pisyunchik will finally dry up, - I said to Vita, - Not to mention that it’s time for you to get up. Nothing to wallow in bed.

Red as a cancer, the boy continued to lie motionless.

- What's the matter? Pot do not like? - I asked mockingly, - Do not know how to use it? Mom probably didn’t teach, since you still do everything in your pants. Nothing, I will fill this gap in your upbringing. Well? Let's go get acquainted with the pot? Or do it after breakfast? And now I will hold you over a basin, like a chest.

- How is it over the basin? - Vitya was surprised.

“Kids who can't walk on the pot are kept above the basin,” I explained. “And you, I understand, haven't been friends with the pot yet.” And as I did not immediately think about it. You're used to doing everything as small. Now I will bring a basin.

I smiled, looking at the boy's bewildered face, “Doesn't believe that I will force him to write in the wash”, I thought, going to the bathroom after the wash basin.

- Well, we will save Vityushin pisyunchik? - I said with a smile, returning to the nursery with a basin, - Ay-yi-yi, almost dried up. We must quickly pee.

I put the basin in Vitina's bed.

“Let's move this way,” I said, and taking the boy by the legs, turned him 90 degrees, “That's it, legs out.” Now raise them up. It is necessary that the priest just hung from the bed and was above the basin. Everything, took the necessary position. Now you can write.

- I do not want - quietly mumbled the boy, almost crying for resentment.

- It is necessary, the sun, - I smiled gently, - Otherwise, pisyunchik completely dry. Come on. Letter-letter-letter. Pees in the basin and pisyunchik again become normal. And in general, do you really not want a bit for a little after sleep?

Vitya shook his head. I saw that he strongly wanted to write, only an eight-year-old boy would admit this in a similar situation. Continuing to keep the legs of the legs raised up, I pressed the boy with my free hand on the stomach. Vitya grimaced unpleasantly. It was evident that he suffers from the last forces. “No matter how tense you are, I’m still peeing on me now,” I smiled to myself, massaging the boy’s underbelly, “And not for those stubborn ones”

- I honestly do not want to write! - Vitya finished again, although his stiff little pod spoke of something completely different.

“The client has matured,” I smiled to myself, “It remains only to tickle in the right place.”

I began to feel the little boy ass.

“What a healthy skin,” I said, “Mom probably smears baby cream between your legs often.” Otherwise it would definitely appear from wet diaper rash pants.

Of course, the boy had a healthy pink skin. I just gently drove my fingers between the plump white halves to tease him tickling.

“Admit how many times you wet your pants a day,” I asked the embarrassed boy, touching the testicles to him, “What did you blush?”

I began to tickle the boy's round scrotum, with a satisfied smile, noting that Vitya was covered with goose bumps. “As you are afraid of tickling in me,” I smiled, teasing the boy with my fingertips, teasing the boy’s body with trembling feet.

- What? - I pretended to be surprised, - The kid decided to kick up his legs?

- Tickling! - the seven-year-old boy begged, continuing to jerk his legs helplessly.

- So we are still, it turns out, we are afraid of tickling, - I laughed, sliding my fingers over two small balls, - You never answered me. How many times do you write in pants? Probably not less than four. You wake up wet in the morning, then just soak the bed during your nap, and a couple of times during the day when you forget to ask for the pot. So?

The boy suddenly stopped trembling and the next second let out a strong jet of the pisyunchik.

- Well, - I laughed, - And someone just said that he does not want a little.

I moved my leg to the basin, so that Vitina would beat him in the middle exactly. Lying nearby ... Read more →