Andrew pulled on the nipple in terror and was rewarded with a few drops of formula. “You’ll have to do better than that if you expect to escape a spanking, Baby!”, Krystyn said as he struggled to suck the formula from the bottle, “If you don’t finish this bottle in the next ten minutes, Andy, Krystyn is going to blister your pink little bottom!”
Andrew barely finished the bottle in time, but at the expense of swallowing a great deal of air along with the formula. His cheeks took on a sickly green appearance as the huge bubble of air he had ingested pushed against the immature cardiac sphincter that kept the top of his stomach closed. Krystyn smiled as she looked down at her charge and realized what had happened.