TEACHER TAKES CHARGE (Private for LittleJai)

[likes to be babysat]

Neily looked on with chagrin as Nanny laid him on her soft and comfy changing pad, and once again pinned him snuggly, right back into another diaper. Despite being unhappy with what she had done, he knew better than to even say a word... after all, Nanny was already cross enough.... Doing as he was told, he played quietly with "Snowy", "Bear", and "Growler" while Bethy was upstairs getting changed. When she was finished she came back downstairs, picked him up, and announcing that it was time for lunch, carried him easily into the kitchen where she sat him at the table in his little booster seat. He watched as she carried their food to the table, and then sat down herself. Smiling at her preciously then, he lisped, "I wike yer shirt, Nana. It got a buttafwy on it, an' it pwetty jus' wike you."

They were both tired, and as a result the two of them ate their lunch in relative silence. It had truly been a long, challenging, tiring, and emotionally trying morning. Yawning frequently while he ate, Neily thought, "Mmm mmm dis a good wunch, an' Nana weally a good cook. I wunda how much wonga I gonna be punish, an' hafta stay in dis diadee? Eben dough it comfy, it embawass me, an' I hates it!"

After a few more minutes the little boy was finished with his lunch, and yawning yet again, held out both his arms in Bethany's direction clearly signaling that he wished to be picked up. Then while not even thinking about the possibility that Nanny could be considering putting him down for a nap, he asked, "Miss Befthy, am I 'till gonna be in twouble afta wunch, an' can we do somefthin' fun... Pwease?"

[LittleJai]

Bethany had prepared their lunch once she came down the stairs, and the two ate in relative peace. Throughout, Bethy noticed her poor little Neil getting more and more sleepy. When he held out his arms, she picked him up obligingly and listened intently to his question. "Well..." she said, and her mind kicked into overdrive. "How do you tell the kid you've decided to just keep him in diapers? Oh, Gods above, he's going to throw a fit, isn't he... I'm far too tired for this." Coming to a decision, she looked Neil in the eye.

"Well, Neily, I think I need a bit of quiet time to think. It's been a long morning, and I'm very tired, aren't you? So, why don't we lay down for a little bit, you and me, and when we get up we can have a cookie and talk." she suggested, purposefully avoiding the word 'nap' because she knew it was a trigger word. "You don't even have to go to sleep, just have a bit of quiet time."

[likes to be babysat]

Despite her young age, Bethany seemed to know children even better than she knew the back of her own hand. Her love for the children in her charge was obvious to anyone, and clearly she loved her children dearly... with all her heart. No, even at the tender age of sixteen, Miss Bethy just seemed to have been blessed with a true gift of taking care of little ones. Not your ordinary nanny, Bethany Smach was the real life incarnation of Mary Poppins herself. The only difference being... Miss Bethy was better!

Never were her childcare techniques and abilities, as well as the love she demonstrated to the innocent but naughty, little, boy entrusted to her care more evident than it was right now. Drawing upon her vast skill, and keen insight, Nanny avoided a major confrontation with her charge, which in the end would surely have resulted in poor Neil nursing one very red, and burning hot fanny! Already, the pretty teen was well known amongst her family, friends, and former employers for her knack in being able to reframe something unpleasant into something that was positive or even almost pleasurable.... Indeed so great was this skill, that other babysitters whom she knew, frequently, and jealously joked that Bethy could convince a four year old that the castor oil she so strongly believed in administering, tasted almost as good as honey itself!

Sweet, little, Neil who loved it when Nanny held him in her arms, listened closely as she did her best to answer all his questions, and even though her answers weren't exactly what he had hoped to hear, he still found himself agreeing with what it was that she had said.... Somehow Miss Bethy just seemed to have a way of asking things that made the little boy want to say "YES". Holding her tightly, he laid his head upon her embroidered butterfly, and while gently nodding his head "YES", quietly fibbed, "No, Nana... I not tired, but I way down wif you if you wan'. I not gonna go sweepy by dough, 'kay?"

Neilly felt himself begin to be carried towards her bedroom, and mumbling "I wuv you Befthy." was sound asleep before the two of them had even reached the stairs....

[LittleJai]

Bethany laughed quietly as Neil fell asleep in her arms, and laid him gently down in her own large bed. She curled up next to Neil, true to her word, and removed a crossword from under her pillow, puzzling over the blanks to help her think.

"Hm. How am I going to do this? If I just tell him he's going back into diapers, he'll pitch an enormous fit. But I have to tell him somehow, and let him know it's no longer a punishment... Without hurting his feelings or making him feel demeaned." The young nanny filled in a few words idly, enjoying the quiet space to think.

[likes to be babysat]

Cuddled securely in the area between Bethy's breast, shoulder, and arm, little Neil slept soundly for almost a good two hours which was exactly the length of time that Nanny considered to be most appropriate when giving a "proper naptime" to a four year old. Neily who had thoroughly wet his diadee while he napped, awoke to feel both confused and disoriented. As he stretched, and yawned, he became more, and more aware of the cold, wet, soggy, heavy, unpleasant, and uncomfortable diaper in which he was tightly pinned. Almost fully alert now, Nanny's little boy squirmed miserably, and then immediately began to cry....

[LittleJai]

Bethany was instantly alert when Neily began to stir, and could tell something was wrong by the look on his face. When her poor baby began to cry, however, she knew exactly what it was. "Oh, dear. My poor sweetheart... Let's go get you changed." she cooed calmingly to the child, picking him up and cradling him. Bethy made her way to the foot of the bed, having had the presence of mind to bring the diaper bag along, and laid the mat out over the covers.

Laying Neily back, she slipped a pacifier gently between his quivering lips and unsnapped the plastic cover, setting it aside in favor of a yellow one with blocks on it. Unpinning the sides, she slipped the wet diaper out from under Neil. "My poor angel, let's get you into a nice, clean diadee..." she cooed, slipping the new one under her charge's rear. She wiped him down efficiently, applying a bit of rash cream to his still slightly pink rump, and pinned up the new diaper before snapping on the cover. "There, now... all better, honey."

[likes to be babysat]

Still only partially awake, and reponding positvely to Nanny's gentle, and tender affection, Neily regressed to a developmental stage one would associate more with early toddlerhood, or late infancy. In this state he behaved like a perfect little angel for beautiful Miss Bethy, allowing himself to be changed, and diapered just like a baby.... Suckling happily, he even accepted the pacifier she so lovingly placed between his lips. He waited till she was finished, then standing up on his quilted pad threw his arms around her in a tight, appreciative, and loving hug!!!

Alas the moment could not last, as now fully awake, he caught sight of himself in Nanny's vanity table mirror, and immediately returned to his typically sweet, but naughty four year old self. Angrily, he snatched his pacifier from his mouth and after making sure that Bethy was watching, threw it ragefully towards his reflection! Then, while stamping his little feet he yelled quite rudely, "NANA, I NOT A BABY!! WHY YOU DWESSIN' ME WIKE DIS?"

[LittleJai]

Bethany was instantly stunned, but not quite to the point where she was incoherent, unfortunately for poor Neil. "Neily! Honey, you might be upset, but throwing things is NEVER a good way to show it! Now I am the adult here, and I will dress you as I see fit, especially since it seems to be preventing quite a few 'accidents' today that I would have had to clean up! You march your diapered hiney right over there and pick up that paci." she said firmly, her eyebrows furrowing and her mouth set in a frown. Many things would Miss Smach tolerate, but throwing a fit while she was still trying to wake up was NOT one of them.

[likes to be babysat]

{Dear Bethy,

I loved the way you referred to yourself in third person as Miss Smach! It was a nice touch. It made you sound very proper, and British nanny/governess like... A Mary Poppins with attitude if you will! Keep up the good work....

Love,

Neily}


Hearing his strict nanny's firm rebuke, and behaving more like a wilful toddler entrenched in the throes of his terrible twos, than a more mature, fancy, little, four year old, Neily started to clench his fists in anger, and defiantly hold his breath. He contemplated launching himself into a full blown temper tantrum, but after glancing back again in Bethy's direction decided to change his mind instead. Silently he thought, "Uh oh! It wook wike she got 'parks comin' out her eyes.... I tink Nana weally mad! Maybe I should wisten." Letting out a huge sigh of frustration, Neil S-L-O-W-L-Y eased himself off of the bed and crawled like a two year old to the location on the floor where his pacifier had finally landed. He reached his hand towards it, but stopped when he was just short of picking it up. Looking up towards Nanny then, he regarded her with a questioning and somewhat challenging stare. It was almost as if he was saying, "Nana, tell me what I need do, so I not get in any more twouble.... 'Kay?"

[LittleJai]

Bethany calmed herself a bit on seeing that her orders were being obeyed. She sighed softly. "Just pick it up and bring it here for now, Neily." she said quietly, giving him an assuring nod and a slight smile. She began placing things deftly back in the bag.

(Well, thank you! It's a habit I picked up from years of third-person roleplaying and writing.)