"What?" You say,
"Come on!" Her tone, is half playful, half stern mother.
"I am the Mommy, and I say it's time for Baby to take a nap!"
You role your eyes, but part of you is really having fun, as she leads you by the hand, waddling into the bedroom.
"Now, you lie down, while Mamma gets your onsie, ready."
You lie on the bed, wondering what she has in mind, and a moment later, she returns with a short, tight, white, cotton dress of hers.
"Awe, come on!"
"Shh!" She says, pressing a finger to your mouth. "Don't talk back to your Mamma! And no big boy language from now on! In fact, you know what, come here!" She quickly pulls you over her lap, (where you barely fit,) and gives you several quick, sharp, smacks on your bottom. It doesn't really hurt though the diaper. In fact, you kind of like it. After a moment, she lets you up.
"Now, is baby going to be good, and let Mommy get him dressed for bed?"
"Yeth, Mommy. I sowwy."
"Good, now, let's get you dressed."
She struggles until she is able to get the dress on you. She then snaps it together at the bottom.
She then tucks you in under the covers, and gives you a hot, steamy kiss on the lips.
"Now, you go to sleep, and Mommy will see you in a little while."
She closes the door, and leaves you alone. As you lie there in the silence, you begin to wonder just how far she plans to take this, and how far you should let her.