Climb out of the playpen

When Rebecca’s attention is on her paperwork, you grab the top bar of the playpen and pull yourself up. You try to swing a leg over but your hands slip and you fall, landing on your bottom. Even with the padding it hurts.

Rebecca looks up suspiciously. “I hope you’re not trying to get out of your playpen.” She looks back down at her work.

You wipe your hands on your juvenile outfit to make sure they are dry then jump, grabbing the bar and taking advantage of your momentum to throw your leg over. You sit on top of the playpen for a moment then lower yourself down on the other side. Checking that Rebecca is still focussed on her work, you creep across the room to the door.

Standing on your toes and reaching up, you find that the doorknob is just out of your grasp. As you are looking around for something to stand on, Rebecca looks up again at the playpen. Finding it empty, she scans the room and quickly finds you.

“You naughty boy.” She says, standing and quickly closing the distance between the two of you. “Babies do not climb out of their playpens.” She picks you up and carries you back to her chair where she lays you across her lap with your legs hanging down.

Rebecca’s palm comes down hard on the seat of your diaper. It stings and the next one is even worse. Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and before long you are sobbing and begging her to stop.

She finally lifts you up and holds you against her shoulder, being careful to avoid your throbbing bottom. “Are you going to be a good boy now?” She asks.

You nod, trying to get yourself under control.

“Good because next time it will be a bare-bottom spanking.” She warns, rubbing your back.

There is a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Rebecca calls.

Amanda steps in “Could I talk to Robert?”

“He’s going to need a moment to calm down. I just had to give him a spanking.” Rebecca responds. “What did you need to discuss?”

“We found him in a pod of some sort and there was a computer in it.” Amanda explains. “I was so ancient that I wouldn’t have recognised it as a computer if he hadn’t told me about it. I had to call the museum to figure out how to get any data off of it. It seems very much like he has come from the past.”

“He was telling the truth?” Rebecca moves you to look you in the eye. “You’re really from the past?”