What Douglas saw looked like some kind of preschool classroom.

“Where did you get this stuff? Where’d all of my stuff go?”

The pacifier was picked up and shoved back in his mouth before he could finish his second sentence.

Mommy Melissa booped the pacifier on his mouth.

“Keep this in your mouth.” She smiled,

Douglas could hear the “or else” in her voice.

She waited a moment.

He sucked the pacifier.

Finally, she said,

“It’s time for your punishment.”

Time for his punishment?

This wasn’t his punishment?

He was led to the blackboard.

Up close he noticed a few extra details,

like how the alphabet border around the rolled-in chalkboard only had the letters A, B, D, and L.

His girlfriend

ex-girlfriend

Melissa

Now his Mommy

As in Mommy Melissa picked up a piece of chalk and put it in his hand.

“You’re going to write ‘Babies don’t have jobs’ two hundred times on this blackboard.”

The diapered boy looked at the rolled out blackboard.

“Uh-kay” he mumbled around the binky.

It wasn’t the biggest blackboard, in the world, but if he kept his writing small enough he should just be able to squeeze it in, no problem.

“With your right hand.”

“What!”

No way could he use his non-dominant hand!

No possible way!

As a guy, his handwriting was sloppy enough,

but in his right hand it’d be almost impossible!

Just…like…a…

Mommy wasn’t hearing any of it.

“Get to work, baby boy.”

The swat to his padded backside didn’t hurt, but it did make him jump to work.

She stood back, watching him expectantly.

Dougie slumped.

He really was in the doghouse this time.

His diaper crinkled a bit as he nervously shifted his weight.

His gait was off too,

wider than it normally would have been, with all the pulp and padding forcing his legs further apart.

He really hoped he’d never have to get used to this…

Slowly, with shaky and sloppy writing, Dougie wrote down:

Babies don’t have jobs

Babies don’t have jobs

Babies don’t have jobs

He found that if he wrote in all caps it went faster.

He just wanted this to be over.

To stop being treated like a naughty little boy, and to get his big boy pants back on.

Babies don’t have jobs

And so on it went until his fingers hurt and his wrist ached.

Please just let this be over.

Much, much, much, much too soon, he ran out of room.

Even writing as fast and as small as he could, he just barely broke a hundred before all the space was taken up.

“Mmmy,” he mumbled. “Um utta rm.”

Mommy walked up, and held her hand under her chin.

She grabbed the eraser from the blackboard and sent every sentence to oblivion.

“Too bad,” she said.

“None of that counts.

Try it again.

Two hundred times on one side or nothing.”

Dougie spit the binky out into his hand.

“WHAT?!” he asked.

He lowered his volume.

“Honey. Mommy.

Can’t we have a compromise?

Can’t I write it two hundred times altogether?

I ran out of room.

I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

Dark embers burned in Mommy’s eyes.

“I told you not to spit your binky out.”

In a blink, Dougie’s ear was on fire.

Ear first he was dragged over to the corner and pressed down onto a low stool.

Time out!

He was being sent to time out!

“Maybe the baby is too young for school.

Maybe he’s not ready to grow up and shouldn’t be allowed to even write lines!”

Dougie looked up, his face sunken.

“No! I’m not! I can grow up Mommy! I promise!”

Mommy wasn’t hearing any of it.

Dougie sat there dumbfounded as she walked away; leaving him there and heading for the bathroom.

She wasn’t gone long.

In her hand was a bar of soap.

“Let’s see if you can learn to keep this in your mouth.”

She pinched his nose and wedged it in his teeth.

Reflexively, Dougie’s tongue retreated as far back into his throat as it could short of him swallowing it.

Simultaneously, his saliva mixed with the foul-tasting stuff, making him start to foam at the mouth like a mad dog.

“Five minutes.” Mommy told him, holding out five fingers as if he was too little to understand the concept otherwise.

“You keep it in for five minutes!

I’m going to the bathroom to use the potty.

If you take it out, I’ll know!”

As she walked away, Dougie could only sit there on the naughty stool,

breathing through his mouth trying not to taste the soap,

his uvula rattling with each exhale as a way to try and prevent him from gagging.

Bubbling drool started to drip out of the corners of his lips.

He refused to swallow.

Blinking, he released a stream of pee into his diaper.

Deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he went in his pants today.

Over his shoulder he glanced at the crib, knowing it’d be where he slept tonight.

He’d been broken down to his base elements.

Deep down, he knew, he was just a baby.

Until Mommy said otherwise, he was just a baby who had been waiting for a strong Mommy to teach him how to behave…

“Hey Veronica,” Melissa whispered into her phone.

“It’s working. Thanks for the stuff.” She giggled.

“Yeah, I’ll totally pay you back.

He hasn’t even seen the hidden cameras yet.

There’ll be lots of footage for you to use.”

“If he’s good, I’ll let him out of the chastity, but not the diapers.”

She paused and listened. “Job? Let’s see how well these ‘candid clips’ work.

Then we’ll see if I need him to get a job.

If his diapers pay for themselves, this might be more profitable and permanent than I thought”.