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..................................