Daycare Troubles

Diane fussed and squirmed in the bathroom while her Nanny changed her heavily soiled nappy.

“It’s not fair!” she whined petulantly, tears of shame and anger shining in her eyes. “You have to do something! They wouldn’t change me all afternoon!”

“I don’t blame them one bit,” her Nanny said firmly, un-taping the loaded diaper around Diana’s waist. “You lost your adult privileges when you got caught dealing drugs, Diane. The court sentenced you to four years as a two-year-old, and the staff at your daycare have every right to punish you.” She looked up at her charge, eyebrow raised. “I spoke to Mrs Taylor when I picked you up, and she told me you refused to do the dirty diaper dance. Is that true?”

Diane turned crimson and refused to meet her Nanny’s eyes. “Yes,” she pouted, “but-”

“You know the rules at daycare,” Nanny interrupted, lowering Diane’s nappy between her legs and wrinkling her nose. “When you make a stinky in your nappy, you have to wiggle your bottom and do a cute little song and dance before you’re allowed a change.”

“But it’s so embarrassing!” Diane whined.

“Of course it’s embarrassing, silly!” her Nanny said, rolling up Diane’s dirty nappy and putting it aside. “That’s the whole reason the courts have started demoting misbehaving women to toddlers in the first place! You acted like an immature little girl, and now you’re getting treated like one. The humiliation of being treated like a big baby will put you in your place, and make you have second thoughts about breaking the law once your punishment is over. That’s why the nursery staff want you to do the dirty diaper dance, sweetie – because it makes you look ridiculous, prancing about in nothing but your stinky nappy, singing along to stupid baby songs and shaking your saggy diapered bottom while everyone else points and laughs.” She picked up a pack of wet wipes. “Now turn around, missy. Nanny needs to clean that poopy butt of yours.”

Diane let out an incoherent screech and stomped her foot.  “They can’t do this to me! You can’t do this to me! I’m a grown woman! An adult! I’m-”

“You’re not an adult anymore,” Nanny cut in sternly, and she delivered several sharp swats to the top of Diane’s thighs, making the young woman squeal in pain. “You’re just a big baby now, Diane. You’re an overgrown two-year-old, here and at daycare, for at least four more years before you can even think about getting to be a grown-up again. Is that clear?”

Diane’s lower lip trembled. The tops of her thighs were stinging. “Yes Nanny,” she mumbled tearfully.

“Good girl. Now turn around and bend over so I clean your yucky little bum-bum.”

Diane turned around and stuck her bottom out behind her obediently. She felt like a stupid, misbehaving child.

“It could be a lot worse, you know,” Nanny said as she wiped Diane’s bottom for her like a little girl struggling with her potty training. “Not everyone gets Nannies who them to nice daycares. If you keep acting up, I can always send you to a state-run discipline nursery. Is that what you need?”

Diane gasped and shook her head frantically. She’d seen the women who ended up there, the ones who were too unruly for regular adult daycare. The nursery took them out in public sometimes, parading them around for everyone to see – former criminals reduced to snivelling little princesses toddling around in nappies and baby clothes, wetting themselves uncontrollably and drooling down their chins, babbling and shrieking like real babies. Diane didn’t know if their adults minds had really been wiped or if they’d just been trained to always act like mindless little girls, but she didn’t want to find out.

“Then you’d better improve your attitude, young lady,” Nanny said. She finished wiping Diane’s bottom and took out a fresh nappy. “And when you poop your pants again at daycare tomorrow,” she continued, turning Diane around to look at her. “I expect to hear from the staff about how you waddled up to them with a big grin on your face and did the silliest little dance they’d ever seen, is that understood? Or else you might just find yourself at a different daycare.”

“Yes Nanny,” Diane whimpered. Her lower lip was trembling again. Then she burst into tears, and stood there with her hand over her face while Nanny finished changing her into a clean, dry nappy, determined to be on her best behaviour from that moment on.