I Spread The Blanket Across The Grass And Begin Unpacking The Picnic I Thoughtfully Prepared— The Sun

"Have you had any water this morning?"

I ask the question softly, but my eyes lock onto his. I don’t look away. I watch him.

There it is—the flicker of guilt, the way his gaze flinches just slightly before that little crease forms between his brows.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

"Say it," I murmur.

"I… forgot," he admits, voice low. Shameful.

I take a step closer. "No. You ignored it. There’s a difference."

He opens his mouth—probably to argue—but I raise a brow. One slow lift, paired with unbroken eye contact, and he shuts it again.

"Water." I say, the word sharp as a command.

He grumbles something under his breath as he turns toward the sink, but he goes. I don’t even have to repeat myself.

He fills a glass and starts to drink.

"That’s one," I say smoothly. "Pour another. That attitude earned you extra."

He pauses mid-sip. "But Mummy I don't like water and I have lots of meetings this afternoon and I’ll have to pee..."

I walk up behind him, close enough that he can feel me behind him. My voice brushes his ear.

"And whose fault is that?" I ask, soft but firm. "Do you think being careless with your body doesn’t come with consequences? Remember how important your kidneys are."

He swallows. I don’t even have to see his face to know he’s blushing.

He starts pouring the second glass and turns around to look at me making my way over to the rug.

I point to the floor and he knows it's his cue to come and lay for changies.

"Can I just use the big boy toilet today?"

I remain silent as I kneel down and pull over his changing bag, open it and start to pull out what I need.

"This is non-negotiable, and I don’t want to hear another word about—"

I stop mid-sentence as I turn and see him.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, a little spark of defiance in his eyes—testing me.

I let the silence stretch.

I lock eyes with him.

"Come. Here. Now."

He doesn’t move. Stubborn boy...

"I'm not asking again."

His arms drop. His shoulders dip.

"Please, no diapees today...these meetings are important..."

His voice wavers—but it’s enough. I know what’s coming.

"But Mummmmy I don't wanna..."

Here he is.

My little whiney boy.

I say nothing. Just lift one eyebrow and point to the floor in front of me. One sharp, deliberate gesture.

His eyes widen, just for a second. A soft sigh leaves him, full of resistance he doesn’t have the strength to act on.

He drags his feet, slow and sulky, but I don’t move. I watch him.

Each reluctant step is a little surrender. A quiet admission.

When he finally reaches me and sinks to the floor, I let the silence hang.

"Look sweetie..."

I pull his dummy out of the bag and push it between his lips,

"...stop being such a fussy boy. You have said yourself that this afternoon is going to be busy, if you don't have to leave your computer to do pee pees it will be easier. Have we already forgotten our little accident the other day? 'Little Mr Leaky Pants"

I gently *boop* his nose with my index finger then yank down his trousers and 'big boy' pants.

"Bum up for Mummy"

He does as he is told and presses his hips into the air as I slide a fresh nappy under his butt and he starts to lower them...

"Nah uh, Keep them up now for Mummy."

His tear filled eyes watch as I reach into the bag and pull out a second diapee and position it on top of the first.

Some inaudible muffled words attempt to navigate his dummy but it's pointless, I can't understand him. Silly baby...

"Shhhh. No talkies. Two nappies for my fussy boy" I say as I open his legs and push his knees up to his chin... "Hold them up for Mummy"

Taking my time, I gently swirl cream around his cute little hole with my finger, smooth some talc in my favourite creases and carefully tape up both nappies.

One on top of the other.

I direct him as he reluctantly places a foot, one-by-one into the legs of his trousers and shuffle them up to his hips. It's a tight squeeze over all that padding.

"There. Now you're ready for your big boy meetings."

I reach out with both hands and I pull him to a seated position so his face meets mine.

He doesn’t resist. Just lets me guide him, pouting the whole way.

That little frowny forehead of his—creased in the middle like he’s trying to stay mad, trying to hold onto some tiny shred of pride.

I let my thumb brush over the wrinkle.

"Such a face," I murmur, as I lift his chin up with my hand, more amused than anything.

"You pout like you’re not the one who put yourself here..."

I'm into pretty boys who aren't afraid to put up a show moaning and whimpering for me

pretty boys cumming in their pants and leaving an wet spot is much hotter than it should be.

I love innocent babies who are too shy to ask their mommy for help, stumbling on their words and hiding their faces everytime they want to ask for something naughty. Getting more flustered when their mommy looks them in the eyes and tells them to “use their words”. How could they? They’re just little babies who can’t articulate well, how lucky they are that their mommy knows exactly what they need.

I can tell he's stressed—he's been quiet this morning. I can feel the tension in his body… it's a big day.

"Lie down for me."

"No, I don't have time."

"LIE DOWN."

Mummy's having to use her firm voice today.

"I don't want to wear a nappy today! I'm t—"

The last bit of that sentence leaves his body silently as I gently—but firmly—shove him backwards onto the bed. He lands with a soft thud, and his towel falls open.

"Mummy, please!!—" I can hear the panic in his voice. "I can't wear a nappy today, it's an important day with the presenta—"

"NO TALKIES."

I push his dummy in and hold it in place. He reluctantly starts to suckle… he's going to resist me today.

I wrap his towel around my hands and take extra care to dry all the contact points between his legs and bottom.

Using my forearm as a horizontal lever, I force his knees up to his chin and slide a big, fresh nappy under his bum. He's a strong boy and pushes against me, but he's not as strong as Mummy.

He hasn't got a chance.

"Keep that wriggly botty still!"

I press his hips down onto the soft padding.

"There really is no point in fighting this, poppet. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

Using my knees I pin his thighs to the bed.

I squeeze the nappy ointment onto my forefingers and warm it in my hands before slowly massaging it into his delicate parts, paying special attention to his beautiful little butt crease and hole.

I watch him melt before my eyes, the resisting eases.

There he is.

Mummy's magic hands...

I pull up the front of the diaper and bring the tabs round to stick in place.

I hook my finger into the leg cuff and trace around his thigh; first the left, then the right- making sure all the ruffles on the edge are untucked. We don't want any leaks now do we?

I hear a huge sigh of submission leave his cute little nose.

"Now. You're all ready for your big important presentation..."

Just found your blog and Omg, it’s like every word you

Write is turning my little. I honestly hope you’re still active.

Please keep being you!

Awe, thank you sweetie.

I intend to be nothing but me 😊

It’s been such a big week for my sweet baby, and Mommy couldn’t be prouder. After lots of cuddles, encouragement, and more than a few soggy diapers, we’ve started practicing potty time like a big kid. 💕 Of course, Mommy knows it’s a big change—and that accidents are all part of learning. That’s why the potty seat is always nearby, your reward chart is full of stars (and stickers!), and Mommy is always ready with warm snuggles, no matter what.

Sometimes, we make it in time—and oh, how Mommy claps and coos when she hears that tiny tinkle in the little potty. Other times, we don’t, and that’s okay too. Pull-Ups are there to catch little slips, and Mommy always has wipes and fresh padding ready. But we always talk about what a big step it is, trying so hard, and how proud Mommy is just watching you try. 🌸

Of course, if my little one gets too fussy or bratty about potty time… well, then Mommy has her own ways of helping. Maybe some enforced diaper time. Maybe a paci to remind you who’s in charge. Or maybe you’ll be spending a little extra time in the corner with your bare bottom while Mommy watches and waits for that little "I'm ready now, Mommy" whisper.

But at the end of the day, this is our journey, little one. Your soft whimpers when you're unsure, your bashful looks after an accident, the way you reach for my hand when you’re trying to be brave—Mommy sees it all. And every step toward the potty is a step deeper into Mommy's love and control. You’ll get there, baby. Mommy always makes sure of that. 💗

gotta love a cute clingy crybaby who never wants to let go

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

Mommy's Home...

Mommy's home sweetie! That's right I'm back from my work trip. Did you have fun while I was gone? Did you miss me? Your sitter said you were 'mostly' well-behaved...

Oh, my goodness. Look at you so adorable! Aww yeah, I missed you too. That's it, crawl to me. Come say hi to Mommy and give her a big kiss!

What have you got there, baby boy? Oh my, did you find your keys? How exciting! However, your sitter said you threw a little tantrum. Something about wanting your own keys? Is that true baby, were you being naughty? Well, it looks like you got what you wanted. You are such a fussy little guy, sometimes I think you're a bit spoiled.

Of course, they're your keys baby. Oh, I see. Do you like the one on mommy's necklace? No, no, this is my special key. I'll always keep it safe and secure (just like you, baby).

Now, where's Mommy's kiss?

Artist: floofnfluff