TOMMY'S ATTENTION

Chapter One

There he was. He walked into the kitchen in the morning just like I
had expected. He promised he wouldn't drag himself out of bed If I
let him stay up late. You know how kids are though so I didn't
really expect anything other than what I got.

Barely 4 feet tall. Sliding his feet along the floor as he stumbled to
the breakfast table. His hair all messed up from tossing around in
bed all night, or at least the part of the night that he was in bed
asleep. Two parts of his hair sticking up from his hear like little
horns. Yep! That was my little devil.

His pajama shirt hung down off of one shoulder. Only one button
buttoned closed and that one was at least three holes off. His
pajama bottoms were falling down and I really couldn't tell what
was holding them up. Still half asleep he even brought his teddy
bear with him. He plopped himself down on a chair, put his teddy
bear on the table in front of him and used it as a pillow. 

"Good Morning Tiger"

"I wanna go back to bed! I'm still sleepy."

That's not what you told me last night. You begged me to let you
stay up and you promised that you would get up on time. If you're
so tired, maybe you can take a nap this afternoon and I guess I'll
have to think about sending you to bed early tonight."

"NO!" Tommy hated going to bed early.

He sat up and sat back in his chair. As tired as I could see he was
he still wasn't about to agree to go to bed early. Then it was also
time for our usual morning argument. I finished off my coffee
before it began.

"Come on. Before you eat lets get you changed and get that wet
diaper off of you."

"I'm not going to wear a diaper today." He took his defiant stand.

Actually, I was a bit tired of this debate. "You know darn well that
during the day I don't make you wear diapers. They are extra thick
absorbent underpants that you can take off and put on and change
as much as you need to."

"I don't care! They are like diapers and I'm not going to wear
them."

"It's not my fault and it's not your fault that you can't control your
wetting. Until the doctors can figure out a way to fix you and repair
what happened when you fell down those stairs, you will wear them
because we can't have you peeing all over the house and
everywhere."

"I don't care. I'm 8 years old and I'm not a baby. I'm not going to
wear them!"

This mornings discussion was more intense than usual. After
thinking about it I decided that I wasn't going to allow him to stay
up late again unless I could let him sleep late too.

"Come on Tommy. Let's get that wet diaper off of you."

"NO!" He put his head back down on his teddy bear.

"Move it young man unless you want to get a spanking!"

"I don't have to listen to you!" He yelled back at me. "You're not
my father and I don't have to!"

I took a deep breath. Definitely no more late nights.

"No, I'm not your father. Technically. When I married your mother
I adopted you and that makes me your step father. So yes you do
have to do what I say."

With a very brief struggle I pulled him up out of the chair and gave
his wet and semi well padded behind a good stinging slap. He took
off running to his room as I followed him. He made sure to slam the
door closed good and loud. Very calmly I followed him to his
room. I pulled his pajamas off and took the wet diaper off of him
after I laid him down on his bed. Holding his ankles together and
high in the air so he couldn't kick me I washed him off with a few
baby wipes. I thought about putting a diaper on him again since he
was behaving like a baby but rather than push the issue right now, I
slipped a pair of his special underpants on his legs and stood him up
so I could pull them the rest of the way up.

"Before you go out to play today I want you to get this room
cleaned up. Pick up all your dirty clothes and get them in the
laundry and put all these toys away."

He just stood there glaring back at me.

"Is that understood!?" I wanted an answer.

"Yes."

Tommy finished getting dressed and came back down to join me for
breakfast.

TO BE CONTINUED............... 

Maybe. Depends upon what you think of the start.

Subj:	Tommy's Attention (part 2)
Date:	96-05-11 23:39:56 EDT
From:	MRHomes
To:	THE ABZ3

TOMMY'S ATTENTION

Chapter Two

I was running late. Tommy's mother was at the hospital with our
older boy Mikey. The sitter was late again, and Tommy was
starting the day off in a bad mood. Could it get worse? The sitter
arrived and I kissed my little Tiger good bye. I told him to behave
and I would pick him up to take him to the hospital to visit with his
older brother later. My day got better but Tommy made his day just
get worse and worse. Though not at the time. He just managed to
cause enough trouble to make everyone so mad and upset.

By the time I got home late that afternoon, Tommy's mother had
already been home to take him to the hospital for a visit. I came in
the door and found Tommy sitting in the corner in his chair facing
the corner for when he is naughty.

"Hi Tiger. Why are you in the corner?"

"She'll tell you! I didn't do nothin!" I got his stubborn reply.

I left Tommy sitting in the corner and went to the kitchen to talk
with his mother. Usually, she would have given him a good
spanking but she must have been to mad and upset so he just hadn't
gotten it yet. I found my wife in the kitchen sitting at the table.
Across from her, Tommy's mostly uneaten dinner.

"Looks like someone has been a naughty boy today." I kissed her.

"Naughty is an understatement. He behaved himself some when I
took him to see Mike but other then that he has been a little terror
today. I decided to just let you deal with him when you got home."

"So how's Mike doing?"

"A little improvement."

"That's good. I take it since you're home that he is sleeping?"

"Yes, I got him to take a nap. I promised him that you would be
over to stay with him for a while."

"I'll go up there later. You want me to spend the night with him or
do you want to?"

"I don't know. We'll decide later."

"So what did our little devil do today?"

"It's more like what didn't he do. I don't know what has gotten into
him but I'm ready to paddle him till he can't sit down for a year!"

"That good, Huh?"

"Well, the sitter said that he behave a little when his tutor was here
for his school work. But I also got a note from the tutor that he
refused to pay attention. He didn't like what he was fixed for lunch
so he threw it on the floor. He wouldn't let the sitter put any diaper
on him and he put on his regular underpants so he pissed all over
everything several times today. Top that off, he decided that he is
not going to eat his dinner because he doesn't like chicken the way
it was cooked  and he hates peas and carrots. So I think what he
needs is you to blister his little bare butt good for him."

"Perhaps. I'll have a talk with him."

"You better do more than have a talk with him."

"I'm sure I will. I'm not making any excuses for him and I'm not
condoning his behavior. It sounds like maybe he's being naughty
just to get our attention. We've both been spending a lot of time at
the hospital and not anywhere near that much time with him that we
spend with Mike. I have something in mind though that I think will
work."

"I sure hope so. If he keeps going the way he has been lately he'll
never be able to sit down ever again."

"THOMAS LEE!" I yelled for him to come into the kitchen. "GET
YOUR BUTT IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He came in slowly and
with a mad look on his face looking at his mother. He knew he was
in trouble and that there was no way out of it. "Go to your room
Tommy and wait for me." I told him.

"Daddy, I...." I cut him off before he could say anything else.

"I said go to your room. I didn't ask for any explanation or for you
to say anything. Now move it young man." I pointed for him to
leave the room and go to his bedroom. As expected he began crying
and ran off to his room. He could easily be heard stomping up the
stairs and the familiar bedroom door slamming shut.

Tommy was in trouble and he definitely needed some special
parental attention!

TO BE CONTINUED.................

Subj:	Tommy's Attention (part 3)
Date:	96-05-12 13:03:24 EDT
From:	MRHomes
To:	THE ABZ3

TOMMY'S ATTENTION

Chapter Three

After a few minutes I made that slow walk up the stairs and to
Tommy's bedroom. But not before I stopped by my room and got
the spanking belt. I opened his bedroom door and found Tommy
curled up, laying on his bed and crying. When he rolled over and
saw me and what I had in my hand, Tommy jumped up off his bed
and ran over to the corner and crouched down, putting his arms
over his head to hide and protect himself.

"DADDY!!! I'M SORRY!!! Don't spank me Daddy! PLEASE
DON'T beat me with that thing Daddy! Please! NO DADDY!!"

I quickly took in the situation and made adjustments to the course
of action that I was going to take. This boy was more out of
control than I had imagined. I put the belt down on his dresser and
went over to the corner. He was still crying and begging me not to
beat him with the belt. I picked him up out of the corner and his
struggle turned into a physical tantrum. He was behaving more like
a two year old than the eight year old that he was.

After a small struggle I carried him over to his bed where I sat
down and held him on my lap. With his legs trapped between mine
so he couldn't kick, I wrapped my arms around him and his arms so
he couldn't hurt me or himself of break anything else either. I just
sat there holding him until he calmed down and got some control
over himself. 

His screaming and crying slowly faded to soft sobs. He had
exhausted himself. I puled out a handkerchief and wiped his tears
off his face and his eyes and made him blow his nose.

"Sorry," came his soft and almost unhearable apology. "You know
I'm ascared of the belt."

"I know you are Honey, and I know why. You also know that if
you are real naughty you might get spanked with it."

"I know but I don't like it! It hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt when you get spanked. That way maybe you
will think twice before you are naughty and need another spanking.
Now you were pretty naughty today weren't you?"

"I guess."

"You caused a lot of trouble and didn't do what you were told to
do. You disobeyed me and didn't clean your room and you took off
your special underpants and peed all over everything today too. It
seems to me that all day long all you were doing was just asking for
a spanking."

Tommy hung his head as he sat there on my lap listening to me.

"The last time you got out of control like this and couldn't control
yourself mommy have you a good long and hard spanking with the
belt. You told me that you were kinda glad that she gave you that
spanking because you needed it and it helped you feel better. Even
though it made your butt hurt a whole lot. Remember?"

"Yeah."

"You knew that if you behaved like the way you did today that you
would get a spanking, didn't you?"

"I guess so. I just didn't think about it at the time."

"Do you think you should be spanked for what you did?"

"I guess, but I don't want to be!"

"Well Tiger, two things are going to happen. You are going to be
punished for being naughty. We can't let that go. Second, we are
going to do something to help ensure that you don't feel like you
have to behave like this again to get out attention. I know that you
feel bad because Mike is sick and in the hospital and I know you
worry about him too. I think you need some special attention too."

"Okay. You gonna spank me now?"

"What do you think?" I asked him in reply to his question.

"I think you should. I think I need it."

I let Tommy get up off my lap and stand up in front of me. He
looked into my eyes and then just a little hesitantly pulled his wet
pants and underpants down to the floor and then stepped out of
them and kicked them aside. I let him stand there for a moment as
we looked into each others eyes and he gathered up his courage to
take his spanking. He didn't wait long before he moved close to me
and started putting himself over my knee. I helped him into place
and had my hand on his bare behind about to deliver the first of
several spanks when he stopped me.

"Daddy! Daddy! Please wait! Not yet Daddy! Please!"

Something in his voice told me to wait. It wasn't the usual naughty
eight year old trying to get out of a spanking. He had accepted and
agreed that he needed this spanking. There was something that he
needed me to wait for. I stopped and let him get up from over my
knee. For a second I thought that maybe he was going to go to the
bathroom first. I watched as he headed toward the bedroom door.
Then he stopped and picked up the belt from off his dresser and
brought it over to me and handed it to me.

"I was real naughty and I think you need to use this."

I took the belt from my little boy and helped him back in place over
my knee. Rather than give him the spanking and blister his behind
like his mother thought I should do, I gave him a spanking with my
hand. Enough to make him cry and for him to know that he was
being punished but it was more the kind of spanking that he gets
when he doesn't go to bed on time when he is told to and keeps
getting up. I also didn't let him down. From what he said and did, I
knew deep down inside that he felt and knew that he needed a good
hard spanking too for being so naughty. I finished up his spanking
with three good hard spanks with the belt that left three very clear,
bright red stripes across his behind.

I held him over my knee for a while just letting him lay there crying
before I sat him up on my lap again.

"If you ever behave like this again, the spanking that you will get
will be ten times worse than today. I promise you that, Son."

He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck and held me
tightly.

"I'll be good Daddy. I promise! I love you!"

TO BE CONTINUED........................

Subj:	TOMMY'S Attention (part 4)
Date:	96-05-12 20:39:52 EDT
From:	MRHomes
To:	THE ABZ3

TOMMY'S ATTENTION

Chapter Four

"I love you too, Son." I told my boy as I held him. "How bout if we
get you dressed now so you can have your dinner?"

"Okay Daddy."

"It might be nice if you tell Mommy that you're sorry too." I told
Tommy as I laid him down on his bed on his back so I could diaper
him.

"I was going to."

Tommy didn't put up any fuss at all as I got out one of the extra
thick nighttime disposable diapers. I lifted his bottom high into the
air by picking up both of his ankles in one hand so I could slide the
diaper under him. I set his behind down into the diaper and
sprinkled him with baby powder. Taking a moment to spread his
legs and rub the powder into all the little nooks and crannies I
pulled the diaper up and taped it on him.

We decided that he didn't need any pants since he wasn't going any
where. I slipped his bedroom slippers on his feet and then picked
him up and carried him downstairs. Mom was just getting done
getting Tommy's dinners ready for him. I took him over beside her
so he could kiss her and tell her he was sorry.

"I am hungry mommy. Can I have my dinner now?"

"Just getting it ready sweety."She told him.

He looked at her kind of oddly wondering what she was doing. She
didn't have a plate out or anything. I held Tommy still with one arm
as I poured him a small cup of grape kool-aide. I took the cup and
sat down with Tommy at the table. He started to try to get up to sit
down in his own chair but I held him on my lap. He had seen me do
the same with Mike and now it was his turn. I was going to hold
him on my lap and feed him.

I reached over and grabbed one of the bibs that was gotten out
earlier. Tommy giggled a little and smiled as I tied it around his
neck. I took the cup and gave him a sip of his drink as mom
brought over a small bowl of applesauce and the baby spoon. I took
a spoonful of applesauce and put it in his mouth. He ate it down
without letting a bit drip out of his mouth.

"This doesn't mean I'm a baby!" he told me.

"No. It doesn't." I told him. "It just means that tonight daddy is
going to feed his little Tiger."

He smiled at me and nodded. The rest of his dinner was ready and
his mom brought it over to the table. Tonight his dinner was in a
big feeder bottle for baby food. I picked up the bottle and put it in
his mouth to suck on. At first he didn't want to open his mouth and
take it but a little slap to his bottom convinced him to stop fussing.
He had a little tear in his eye but he quickly began sucking on the
bottle and eating it all down.

"This stuff is good Mommy! What is it?"

She ignored his question for now. I alternated between the bottle,
his applesauce, and his drink. It didn't take long before it was all
gone.

"That was fun Daddy!"

"I'm glad you liked it. We can do this sometimes but you are not a
little baby."

"I know daddy. That stuff was good, though! I didn't know we had
and baby food like that."

"That wasn't baby food Tommy. That was your dinner. While you
were upstairs I asked mom to take your chicken that you didn't like,
and your potatoes, and some extra peas and carrots, and put them
all together in the blender and mix it all up and make babyfood out
of it."

"Yuck!"

"No yuck about it. You know we don't waste food in this house.
You also know the rule about trying new foods. You can't say you
don't like it until you eat at least half of something and try it out."

"I know."

"You also know that you have to eat your vegetables too. Mom
and I are not going to fight or argue with you about that ever again.
If you don't eat them, we're just going to mix them up in the blender
and feed them to you in a bottle. It's your choice. Deal?"

"Deal! But what if I don't like them?"

"You know the rule. You have to eat at least half of them before
you can say you don't like it. We never make you eat something we
know you don't like now do we?"

"Yes!"

"I don't think so. When?"

"When you made that squash! I ate it the first time and didn't like it
and you made me eat it again."

"Oh. No, that was different. The first time it was baked with just
butter. The second time it was baked with brown sugar and cheese
so it was something new."

"It was still squash!"

"Yes it was still squash. You like hot dogs boiled right?"

"Yes."

"And you like hot dogs when we cook them on the grill outside?"

"Yes."

"How did you know you would like them cooked both ways?"

"Cause I ate them. Okay! I get the point. It was cooked a different
way."

"Exactly!"

I left Tommy with Mommy watching TV together as I ran up to the
hospital to check on Mike quickly. Everything was okay and he was
still sleeping so I reminded the hospital to call if he woke up and
hurried home to give Tommy some more special attention.

TO BE CONTINUED..................................