Long Story #15: The Nanny (P3)

"I-I'm not a bedwetter...Neither is my sister. I'm not gonna wear a diaper 'just in case'. I'm not a baby." He took another anxious sip of his milk and this time had it dribble down onto his shirt. "Hm, really now? Well, you'll wear one tonight and if you can keep it dry like a big kid, then we can discuss it further." Max didn't seem to notice the small dribbling that he'd made on his shirt. He also didn't seem to realize that the plastic baby fork was totally inept at functioning properly, which would inevitably lead to food getting on his shirt as well. "That's not fair! I'm not gonna wear one unless Molly does too! We're the same age and that means the same chance at wetting the bed, which is zero!" Molly glared at him, "I-I'm not gonna wear one! I haven't ever wet the bed!" That was basically true, that the girl had been dry since shortly after being pottytrained. "And you won't have to." The nanny softly assured the girl, before turning her focus back onto Max. "It'd be ridiculous to have a girl her age wear a diaper to sleep; your sister is much too old for that." Max felt like he was taking crazy pills. It was as if the grade school recess discourse about gender had been taken to a severe degree! Stuff like cooties or 'girls rule, boys drool' should have been left in the second grade, but here it was being espoused by a grownup! The boy bit his lip and looked around the table. Amber seemed amused, his sister looked as confused as he did, and the nanny's expression was absent of anything resembling humor. If this was supposed to be a joke at his expense, then he really didn't get it. "If you don't have potty problems, then it shouldn't be an issue for you to prove that to me, Max. But I've been nanny to plenty of other little boys that needed them, and many of them tried to tell me that they didn't. You'll wear one tonight and we can see in the morning whether the diapers need to be stored away or not." Dinner continued, though the air was thick with a quiet tension now. Max's pace had slowed to a crawl, though mostly because he was being confronted with the fact that there was broccoli on his plate; he asked for seconds on everything else, but the nanny was explicit in her expectations that he would eat his greens too. With enough procrastination, the nanny and her tattletale of a daughter would finally get up from the table to go get the dishes taken care of. At that point, Max quietly gestured to the broccoli at his sister in a plea for her to help out. The girl rolled her eyes, "...I'll take some of it, Max. You gotta eat some too." For how much the boy's maturity was being called into question, he sure wasn't doing himself any favors with a stunt like this. He looked out for prying eyes and then began to shovel several forkfuls of the iron-rich veggie onto his sister's plate. Once she'd reached the capacity of her generosity, he was still left with a small pile of the soggy greens. They didn't have a dog that he could feed under the table, and he knew dessert would probably be contingent upon him clearing his plate, so he took a napkin and began to wrap up the remaining bits. His sister watched him with a raised eyebrow, up until he balled the napkin up and stuffed it in his pocket. Molly shook her head at her brother, but she didn't say anything. Instead she finished up the food on her own plate. With Max being finished, Molly could also get a better look at the results of his meal: embarrassingly enough, his shirt was damp with being dribbled on multiple times and little pieces of macaroni and ketchup-covered chicken were on him. Why had he eaten so sloppily? Especially since he had been trying to prove the opposite? Was he always like this and she just tuned it out? Regardless, the nanny soon came back to take their plates and she took note of the same thing that Molly had seen. "Hmm..." She leaned down and grabbed at the front of his shirt. "It appears that I was wrong, Max." "T-that's what I was sayin! I don't need--" "I should have brought out a bib for you as well." The woman interrupted, prodding at the sorry stare of his shirt. "Well, we'll get you into your pajamas soon and I'll be able to throw this in the wash." Molly couldn't help but giggle at the comment about putting a bib on him; it was a funny thing to visualize, though she knew it was less funny for her poor brother. He was left stunned by her words, but at the very least his despair was soon alleviated by the dessert that she brought out for them. It was just some simple ice cream, but for a boy with a sweet tooth like Max, it was like a little bowl of heaven. Once they'd finished up that as well, the nanny had come back to collect their bowls. "Alright, let's get you ready for bed, Max." It was just barely eight, and she was already talking about pajamas and brushing his teeth? Their old nanny hadn't been very strict with when they were to go to bed, with the twins typically conking out around ten or so. "Umm...We don't go to bed this early. We don't go to bed until ten, sometimes even later!" He insisted as she made him get up from his chair. "That's far too late. Your sister is free to stay up for a while more, but we need to get you in bed. With how much attitude you have had, I'm sure the extra sleep will do you a world of good." His sister followed along out of solidarity. She wasn't sure she'd be able to fall asleep this early either, but she would at least show some unity with her poor brother. The nanny marched Max along by the hand, while her daughter stayed behind to finish up the dishes. After a quick visit to the bathroom to brush his teeth (with him refusing her infantile question of whether he needed the 'potty') it was time to face the music. She led him back into the room he shared with his sister and went to the package of diapers on the dresser. He frowned, "...I already said I wasn't gonna wear those. Not unless Molly does too!" "I'm not about to put your big sister in a diaper just because you have to wear one, Max." The woman sternly told him, beginning to unfurl the garment in her hand. "W-well...! T-then I'm just gonna take it off!" "...Oh, is that so? Luckily, I brought something for just an occasion." She told him, digging into the dresser drawer. She pulled out what appeared to be a one-piece pair of pajamas, where the zipper was only in the back, which would make it nigh impossible to take off on his own. "Now, off with those dirty clothes. Stop being difficult or I'll take them off for you." Max grumbled and obeyed her order. First off was the dirtied shirt, and then came the shorts with the broccoli still in the pocket. He stepped forward in just his briefs, which he hadn't really considered might be an issue of their own. The boy wasn't a very tidy or thorough wiper, which had resulted in his undies all having some pretty serious looking skidmarks. Skidmark might be too charitable a term though, it might be more accurate to call ones that bad 'poop stains'. He almost never soiled himself, outside of a few random incidents over the years, but his briefs made it look like it might be a daily occurrence! This wasn't lost on the nanny. Once he'd sheepishly walked over to his bed, where she had set up the diaper supplies, she put her hands on his bare shoulders and peeked at the backside of his underoos. "Max! Have you been walking around in poopy pants all day?" She loudly scolded, even going as far as pulling his waistband back to check for a physical mess inside. "H-huh? N-no! Of course not! I don't poop my pants like a baby, I'm fully pottytrained!" She gave him a smack to the thigh and hoisted him up on the bed. "I'd hardly say you're fully pottytrained with how those underpants look! I see we'll have to add proper potty etiquette to what you need to learn. Unless you're lying when you tell me you don't have accidents, which would mean we have even more to learn than that." Molly felt secondhand shame for her twin. Today had been an eye-opening experience thus far; she had ignored so much of his immaturity over the years, that she hadn't realized how juvenile her brother truly was. He didn't seem all that different from the boys at school though, which raised even more uncomfortable questions. Max got put on the bed and the dirty undies were slipped off of him, to go in the same pile as the rest of his clothes. The woman took a baby wipe to his bottom, even though he was clean, and then she slid the diaper underneath him too. Some liberal powdering here and some diaper cream there, and the garment was taped tautly over his waist. That wasn't the end of it though, because then came the pajamas he had earned himself from having such defiant lips. As promised, they zipped in the back, and he was quick to find out that he indeed couldn't get to the zipper reliably on his own. "You can stay up a little later, but I expect you in bed in the next thirty minutes. You can read a clock, yes?" "Yes." Max huffed, sitting up and feeling the diaper cream spreading nastily around his bottom. The pajamas were just slightly small on him, which kept the material taut over the diaper and accentuated the bulk. "If you need to use the potty, then come ask me, Amber, or your sister to help you unzip your jammies. If you're dry in the morning, then we won't have to do all this again tomorrow night." He thought that would be the end of it, but then the woman bent down to pick up his discarded clothes, and the broccoli came out of the pocket of his pants. She picked the balled up napkin and looked inside of it, before shaking her head and clicking her tongue at what she had discovered. "I see somebody didn't earn their dessert the way I thought they did. I can't take back the ice cream you already ate, but I can discipline you for this little deception." The nanny turned back around and took a seat on the boy's bed, before he could ask what she intended to do, she had already pulled him over her lap. Max had never been spanked before. His parents weren't involved enough in the rearing to personally punish either of them, and Ruby hadn't believed in that sort of discipline. So Max wasn't sure what she was doing, until she rose her hand and brought it down hard on his puffy posterior. His diaper loudly crinkled from the impact, and the lotion squished around more inside of it. Before Max could ask what she thought she was doing, another smack came down, and then another. None of it hurt, since he had such ample padding over his butt, but it still wounded his ego to be treated in such a way. Molly had gawked and stared at first, but she'd quickly looked away with a blush to give her brother some dignity of privacy. The nanny continued her assault for at least ten more swats, and then she stopped and glowered down at him. "Consider that a warning. Next time and it'll hurt, young man." She finally left their room and Max was in complete disarray. Ever since he had gotten home today, it had been nothing but nonstop chastising and humiliation for him, while his sister had been largely ignored by the woman. The boy rolled over on the bed and laid on his tummy with a groan. "...You alright, Max?" His sister asked from where she sat on her own bed. She sounded genuinely concerned, because while she didn't see it as him being singled out, she could still see that he'd been put through the wringer. "...N-no.." The boy quietly sniffled, tears teasing at the corners of his eyes and his lip warbling with the intensity of someone on the verge of sobbing. "W-why does she hate me so much?" Molly frowned and walked over to sit on the bed next to Max. She put her hand on his back and rubbed slowly in circles to try calming him down. "I don't think she hates you, Max. I just think she's really strict, but..." "B-but what?" "I mean, she didn't do anything without a reason... You left your clothes on the floor by the front door. You didn't clean your side of the room. You ended up making a real mess of your shirt at dinner and you wouldn't eat all your broccoli..." Molly began to gently inform him. "B-but...S-still...! She p-put me in a d-diaper!" He let out a big sniffle as he said it, the tears starting to roll down unimpeded. "..A-and...and...these baby pajammies!" Molly kept rubbing his back, but hearing him weep about the diaper made her take a look down south. The sleeper he wore left nothing to the imagination over what garment was on underneath; his rump was bulging and rounded out from the material being so tautly pressed against the diaper he had on. It was as if Max could feel her eyes on it. "S-stop looking...!" He whined. It was a far-cry from the attention-seeking clown act that he'd put on earlier, when he'd worn the diaper over his briefs as a joke to make the girl laugh. "I'm not looking! But... I mean, you did wet the bed a few months ago, so maybe she just wanted to make sure. Apparently wetting the bed happens more with boys our age, from what she said... And she only made you wear these PJs because you said you were going to take the diaper off." Molly certainly wasn't trying to side with their new nanny, since she still thought that much of the woman's actions seemed on the extreme side, but she also just didn't think that this was coming out of nowhere, like her brother seemed to believe. "Just wake up dry and she'll put the diapers in the closet. She said so herself." Molly smiled. "Y-yeah, okay..." Max rolled back over and sat up with another crinkle from his diaper. He wanted to do something to make his evening better, but was caught off-guard by his own loud yawn. Why was he so tired this early in the evening? He rationalized it as being exhausted from all the emotional damage he'd suffered in the last few hours, but the answer might have been a little more insidious than that. His sudden drowsiness was more connected to what had been in his milk at dinner, combined with the thing that would assure he didn't wake up dry tomorrow morning. The two would talk a bit longer, but Molly could tell that her brother was nodding off. She was surprised too, since it was still so early, but decided he could probably use some rest. Once she heard him stop responding and instead heard the gentle sound of his snoozing, she pulled his blanket over him and shut the light off. A small glow came to life near his corner of the room, and she realized that the nanny must have put a nightlight in here while she was cleaning. Molly wasn't tired enough for bed yet, so she silently walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. A part of her wanted to go fish for answers from the nanny, but she wasn't exactly sure what she could ask. The woman's methods were a bit much, but nothing had seemed completely unreasonable, even if her brother treated them like war-crimes. She considered her opinion might be biased, since she wasn't the target of such things. The girl settled on going into the playroom again, but instead of television, she planned to read a few chapters out of a book she'd been invested in throughout the week. She'd only hardly settled in when Amber once again came to crash the sanctity of the playroom. "Oh, hey. I was just exploring your house." The other girl commented, in a pink pair of pajamas of her own. "Your baby brother already go to bed?" Molly had no problem in the past with referring to Max in that way; she was the older twin, even if by an extremely marginal amount. Now though, the way that Amber was saying it, felt mean-spirited instead of affectionate. "...Yeah, Max went to bed." Molly nodded, looking back down at her book. "He's not a baby though, he's my twin brother. Me might be younger and act kind of goofy, but we're the same age." Molly couldn't see the disgusted scowl that Amber got on her face from that mushy correction. "All boys are babies, even if they're the same age as you. I mean, just look at how they act? You really think they're as mature as we are?" There was a point there to agree with, but Molly still thought it was getting blown out of proportion. Sure, the boys in her grade (and definitely her brother) acted immaturely, but that didn't make them any lesser than the fairer sex! ...Right? Amber noted the lack of reaction and continued to spout off the garbage that she'd undoubtedly gotten from her horrid mother. "They pretty much age at a fourth of the speed we do, mentally at least. They're loud, gross, and think that the stupidest stuff is funny." "My brother's not a baby." Molly tersely replied, not wanting to get on the new girl's bad side, but also unwilling to throw her brother under the bus. "Yeah? He couldn't even drink out of a normal cup without making a mess, and he's going to bed in a diaper. But sure, he's not a baby." Amber rolled her eyes. "The sooner you understand that, the sooner you can grow up too. Hanging around with babies is a good way to make people think you're a baby too. Just saying." Amber left, sounding like she wasn't pleased with how the conversation had went. Molly wasn't happy either, though for different reasons. The brat's words had gotten to her and made her consider whether or not they might be right. Molly had a more difficult time making friends with other girls, since she was always with her brother and Max could be a bit much. Was she limiting her own growth by staying by Max's side? She had friends who were girls, but they were few and far between. A lot of her 'friends' ended up being the boys that Max played with, and as much as she hated to admit it, their immaturity did sometimes resemble a gaggle of preschoolers. She sighed and closed her book. Returning back to the bedroom and tiptoeing her way to her bed, she caught a look at the sleeping boy and noticed that for the first time in years, his thumb was tucked inside his mouth. That image would be the last thing she thought about before falling asleep. The next morning came quick, and the alarm that they'd recently had to set up was blaring in their ears. After Ruby's departure, they'd actually had to dig a clock out to use, since the woman wasn't gently nudging them awake anymore. (Continued in Part 4)