The Corporate Brat

The Corporate Brat

by The Vaio

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Note this story contains Age Regression and Spanking theme. If this type of stuff offends you do not read any further. Finally, please do not read and condemn the use of spanking. All other (Constructive) critiques are welcomed. Thank you signed the author.

Brief Summary: Nicolas Peterson is a vain self-important businessman who losses a Multi-Million dollar contract. Feeling guilty and remembering what his life was like when he was younger; and after reading a certain email, Nick decides to answer an anonymous message. If he only knew that by answering that note that his life would be drastically changed, Nick might have just deleted it.

Excerpt: Smiling, Mr. Wilson continued, "Enough of this for now little Nicky. It's time for me to give you that spanking I owe you," Nick looked at Mr. Wilson with frighten confused eyes, "Yes Nicky I think I owe you a spanking, don't I. You lost me a 50 million dollar contract, and I do not think that it is fair for you to get away untouched."

Nick felt his stomach drop with a pit of fear as Mr. Wilson arms reached for him. There was no way he was going to go over his lap without a fight. Hopping down from Philip's lap Nick ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. His destination unknown, but Nick knew that he had to get away.

An instant before he made it out of the living room, Nick felt two hands reach under his arms and lift him into the air. He immediately started kicking and flailing at his captor but he could only hit air. With his last attempt at escape thwarted Nick lost the final thread of control he had been maintaining. He began screaming at the top of his lungs in protest of the indignity he was going through. "you cant do tis! ill get you fa tis! I don care how long it takes, ill get you!"

The Corporate Brat

By The Vaio

TUESDAY, June 23rd, Nicolas Peterson (everyone calls him Nick) messed up at work big time. He lost the contract with Logan & Myers, It was 50 million-dollar deal, and he lost it, because he did not work want to work with Laura Johnson, a new young shining star in the company. Yes the reason was childish, but Nick felt that he could handle the contract alone. Besides he did not want to share the spotlight with some just fresh out of college rookie, even if she did look like a Playboy playmate of the month, and had the business savvy of a seasoned veteran: two assets that would surely had helped him clinch the deal.

WEDNESDAY, June 24th, the boss had a little talk with Nick. It was just like one of his dad's lectures after he had brought home one of those little notes from the school vice-principal. Mr. Wilson said in an authoritative voice that he was very disappointed with Nick's behavior as of late. He told Nick that he was acting like a spoiled brat. It was true. Lately Nick had been acting childish; he had done everything except for throw a full-blown temper tantrum.

THURSDAY, June 25th, Nick was home checking his Hotmail. It was all the usual stuff, jokes from friends, a note from his mother, and some X-rated photos for one of his chat friends. Nick was about to exit his account when he saw an anonymous message. Opening the e-mail, Nick laughed as he read it. The letter said that Big Daddy had heard that he had been a bad boy lately. Reading the note again, Nick thought it was a joke from one of his co-workers. At the bottom of the note there was an hotlink for a web site. Clicking on the link, Nick went to the website and read with great interest:

'Are you spoiled? Or are you just a brat in need of a good spanking? You always have to have things your way? Are you in need of some old-fashioned bare bottom discipline? Strict fatherly man gives overdue OTK guidance to bad little girls and little boys. Leave message for Big Daddy Now!'

Looking at the page again, Nick read it three times, and laughed at the animated graphics of the little boy and little girl getting a spanking on their bare bottoms. Nick was not into S&M, but he did feel guilty about his bad behavior as of late. After Nick looked over the page one more time, he decided to reply, just as a joke. Typing a detailed confession of his misdeeds, Nick said that he was feeling like a spoiled little brat, and that he would not mind swapping E-mail notes with Big Daddy.

FRIDAY June 26th, Nick's boss asked him to come into his office. While the two men drank coffee, Nick only drank half a cup, the coffee tasted funny, it had a weird medicine like after taste. Mr. Wilson told Nick that after the bad luck he had with Logan & Meters contract, that maybe he needed a break, so he gave Nick the next few days off. Looking at his boss Nick was scared. He was sure that Mr. Wilson wanted to fire him, but he remained silent and went home.

It was only 9 a.m. when Nick got home; his stomach was turning, it must have been that bad coffee he drank, Nick thought. Going to his bedroom Nick was going to lay down, but looking at his computer, something told him to check his e-mail first. To his surprise there was a message from Big Daddy. With great anticipation Nick read the note. Nick could almost hear Big Daddy's commanding voice: "Boy, I understand that you have been acting like a brat. Well I think we need to have a serious Daddy to son talk right away. Call Big Daddy immediately at 1 800 BAREASS.

With some apprehension, Nick called the number; he had often heard about people being stalked through the Internet, but in his heart he felt that there was no harm in calling the number. When Big Daddy answered the phone, he immediate took total control of the conversation. The man with the deep voice was so charismatic that Nick told him everything about himself, and agreed to report to him immediately for the discipline that they both knew Nick needed. Hanging up the phone Nick showered shaved his face very close and dressed up like a high school kid, even to wearing his old hometown high school jacket. Nick was surprised, even though he was only twenty-eight, that his old clothes still fit him.

Getting into his car, Nick had to adjust the seat. He was not sure, but it seemed that he was getting shorter.

Two hours after the call, Nick was standing at the front door of Big Daddy's house, dressed like a young boy. Nick knocked on the door timidly, not knowing what to expect. When Big Daddy opened the door, Nick saw that that man appearance matched the voice that he had heard on the phone. Big Daddy was a nicely dressed fatherly looking black man. He was a big man, at least 6'10", and since Nick was only 5'4", (Nick has always been short, even as a child he was the shortest person in his class) but now for some reason he felt even shorter, and was not sure but his pants felt uncomfortably baggy. This caused Nick to really feel like a young teenager.

Looking at Big Daddy, Nick could see that Big Daddy must work out, because he had a nice muscle toned body. His skin was dark brown, and his hair was short. Big Daddy also had a neatly trimmed beard, and wore smart looking glasses, that made him look very fatherly.

"Hello, my name is Philip, Philip Johnson, but little bad boys call me "Big Daddy" or simply Daddy. Are you a bad boy?" the mountain of a man said in a deep thunderous voice with a smile.

Nick said nothing. He was having some apprehensive thoughts. Before Nick could voice his fears, Big Daddy said again, as he looked Nick directly in the, "I asked you a question son, are you a bad boy?"

Seeing the seriousness in Big Daddy's face, Nick thought it was best that he answers, "Yes sir," Nick said nervously.

"Good... Very good... Your honest, that may go well in your favor little boy. Come on follow me," the big man said as he led Nick into the house, and down to the basement family room. In the family room, that looked like it was well used, there were toys on the floor, and in the corner there was a small wooden stool. Nick looked around the room, it was almost as if there was a real family living in this house, it made Nick feel like he was back home with his parents again.

"Are you married sir?" Nick asked politely.

"Yes son, I just got married to a wonderful woman, You'll meet her later, but for now we need to talk." Big Daddy said as he sat down on the couch, telling Nick to sit too. Once they were both seated, Big Daddy began his fatherly lecture.

"Now I have read your e-mail, and understand that you have be acting spoiled and neglecting your work. Is this true, son?"

Nick turned away while making incoherent noises. He did not mean to be rude, it just happened. Big Daddy was not going to let Nick get away with it.

"Boy you better look at me when I'm talking to you" the large black man ordered sternly and repeated the question, "IS THIS TRUE, SON?"

As Big Daddy started into Nick's eyes, he felt compelled to admit his failings, "Yes Sir, it is true. I have been bad." Nick blurted out with some strange feeling of relief in a meek boyish voice.

"Then you must be punished so that you will be a better behaved little boy in the future. What do you think I should do with you," 'Big Daddy' Philip asked.

Nick was scared. He knew what he needed, but the thought of asking another adult male to spank him was not appealing. If Nick only realized that he was now the size of a 15-year-old boy, he might not have had any misgivings about getting spanked.

'Big Daddy' Philip looked at Nick and saw that the man was getting younger, and had an indecisive look on his face. Not wanting to force the spanking, 'Big Daddy' Philip deciding to take it slow and ease Nick into his punishment.

"Okay Nicky, You do not mind if I call you Nicky," Nick shook his head no, he did not mind, "Good Nicky it is. The first thing I need you to do is take off your jacket and sneakers, and go put them neatly in the closet. You are going to be here for a while, so you might as well get comfortable" Big Daddy said in a calm voice.

Nick got up and began to walk over to the closet as he was told. As he walked, Nick had to hold up his pants, which now seemed to be way too big. He adjusted the belt and did not think anything of it, as he took off his sneaker and jacket and placed them neatly in the closet. The closet was small, almost like it was made for a child, so Nick had no trouble hanging up his jacket.

After Nick had done as he was told, Big Daddy summoned him over with a beckoning hand and he was standing before him.

"Have you thought about how you want to be punished little boy," Philip said in a deep tone.

"Umm... No sir... I mean I guess I deserve a spanking, but I think that I am too old for that," Nick said playing along, but feeling so small and defenseless, and not realizing that he was now the size of a 10-year-old.

"Oh... So you think that you think that you are too big. Well I think that you are just too big for your breeches young man," smiling as he looked at Nick, Philip noticed that the man was getting even smaller, "I guess I should say that your breeches are getting to big for you."

Nick looked confused; he did not understand what Philip was trying to say. All he knew was that he felt like a small boy. The way that Philip was looking at him and the man's deep authoritative voice, it made Nick feel scared, and he did not even notice that he was getting younger and smaller.

Wordlessly, Philip 'Big Daddy' Johnson reached for Nick's blue jeans, without unbuckling the belt or undoing the button fly, he pulled them down to Nick's ankles. Nick was totally caught of guard; he was too afraid to stop Philip, he was not sure what he giant man would do if he did.

With a look of mild shame on his face Nick stood there, and recalled the only time that his real father had done this to him. Nick was nine, and they were alone, it was still terribly embarrassing.

Now all these years later, now standing in front of 'Big Daddy' Philip, and feeling the cool air against he exposed legs; Nick felt exactly that same way he did when he was eight. He started to relive that experience. Feeling the warmth in his face, Nick knew that he was certainly blushing. Nick wanted to move; to run away but he was paralyzed and couldn't even blink. Also, now that the spanking was so imminent, his fear of that increased. With all of these emotions overwhelming him, Nick did not notice that he was now the size of an eight-year-old boy.

"You know that you deserve this spanking, son?" Big Daddy asked gently. Nick nodded a bit as the man pulled him over his knee and held him in place. At his first touch Nick could tell that Philip was much stronger than he was, and knew that now that he was under his control, there was no turning back, he had past the point of no return. Now Nick would experience the real spanking that he needed so badly. The guilt that he felt at losing the contract for his company would be assuaged, and he would be able to go on with other things.

Leaning forward, Philip picked up a paddle from off of the coffee table in front of him, and began gently, well relatively gently (it still hurt) to spank Nick. Nick yelled at the first few strokes, which had surely reddened his white butt. It didn't take long before Nick's butt was throbbing and he felt like a helpless little boy getting a well-deserved spanking from his father.

Nick tried to be strong, but how could he when he was getting his butt expertly tanned by the strong fatherly black man. He was crying and howling like a baby and kicking his legs wildly. No matter how hard he kicked, Philip 'Big Daddy' held the boy in place with little effort. With his butt ablaze, Nick did not realize that he was now the size of a seven-year-old, and that he had kicked his pants clean off.

After about thirty hard swats, Big Daddy lifted Nick up to stand in front of him. Nick though it was over, but he was never so wrong. The authoritative black man, placed the paddle down on the couch, reached up for Nick's now grossly large briefs, and pulled them quickly down to his ankles. Nick was panic stricken, and did not know what to do. He was so scared that he did not notice that his T-shirt too had gotten larger, ad was covering his now hairless little penis.

Before he could voice and objection, Nick was pulled back over Philip's knee and the OTK spanking continue -- now on Nick's bare butt. Soon Nick was really crying, just like a little boy, just like he cried when his father had spanked him long ago. Nick was no longer a man of twenty-eight. With each swat from the paddle, Nick was being slowly transformed back into a little boy!

Although Nick did not know it at this time, he was being reborn as a little boy. Philip 'Big Daddy' Johnson was the doctor, who was now pulling him from the womb, and in order to get Nick to take his first breath, he was slapping his bare bottom.

Nick was begging Big Daddy to stop, in a high pitch little child's voice, "I PROMISE TO BE A GOOD BOY! A VERY GOOD BOY! A REALLY GOOD BOY! A REALLY TRULY GOOD BOY!"

Nick's ass was on fire when Big Daddy finally stopped and stood him up. Nick was crying so hard, that he could hardly stand as Big Daddy asked him if his little boy had learned his lesson. Nick nodded and in a meek, weak little boy voice mumbled: "Yeah...(sod) yes...(ouchie) yeah... (oww)yes, (sob) Big (sniff) Daddy."

Philip laughed softly under his breath at the little boy. He had only lightly peppered Nick's bare butt with the paddle. Sure there were some red paddle marks, but in an hour or two they would be gone. That is not to say that Little Nicky was not going to have trouble sitting, but Big Daddy was sure to not leave any long term marks or abuse the little boy.

Holding his butt, Nick was perplexed. He stood with his head down sobbing, Nick felt just like a well-spanked little boy.

Standing up Big Daddy, telling the now little boy to raise his arms, took off Nick's, now over-sized T-shirt.

Looking down, Nick saw his little bald penis, and was shocked, but could not vocalize his fear, his ass hurt so much and Big Daddy had spanked all the breath out of him. AS he continued to look at himself, Nicky finally realized that he was now a little boy.

"Waaa waaa want ha (sniff) ha (sob) has (sniff) happen to me"

"Ha ha ha... You are a little baby boy, ha ha ha Just like you should be ha ha ha That's what has happen ha ha ha."

Was it true Nick thought, am I a little boy again. In the decorative wall mirrors Nick could see that from afar he appeared just like a little bare ass boy of four or five years of age. He didn't have any body hair, aside from the wavy brown locks on his head. Big Daddy placed his huge strong hands under Nick's arms and lifted him up. Nick's enormous underwear slid off his feet effortlessly. Looking down Nick notice that he was now small, really small. The big man placed the little boy on his hip and carried him like a baby to a changing table that was set up in a small room adjacent to the family room. Philip laid Nick down on the table. Next he removed the boy's, now too large, sox. Nick was now completely naked. The table was by a sink. Here Big Daddy bathed Nick. He used a hot washcloth, lathered up with baby wash; the hot lather felt good to Nick, as cleaned every inch of his now childish body, to include his sore bottom and little penis. When Big Daddy was finished, he dried then lotion and lightly powered Nick's little body.

Picking him up and carrying him again, Philip took Nick back into the family room, where he made the little boy sit his sore red bare bottom on the hard wooden stool facing the corner.

"Now Little Nicky, you better sit still or you'll go back over daddy's knee, do you understand me son?"

Nick was really scared now. He did not understand how Big Daddy had regressed him, and did not know how he was going to get out of this, so he instantly said what came to him, "yes daddie," in a low baby boy's voice.

In the dark quietness of the corner, Nick had a chance to think for a long time. His little bare bottom was still sore, and sitting on the hard wood stool did not help. He had deserved the spanking, but being regressed, why? How?

Looking down at himself, Nick was also enthralled by his hairless little penis. It was small, very small, about an inch long. Examining closer, Nick saw that his nuts were almost nonexistent. Looking further down he saw his little tiny toes. It was true he was a child again. Nick began to cry silently to himself, overwhelmed with fear.

After some time, little Nicky's tears stopped, as his childish mind began to wonder. The world now seemed simpler, now that his was only a little boy again he was beginning to see things as a child. He had been naughty, and now he was being punished, it only seemed right. Still Nick wondered how Big Daddy he made him into a child. This must be a dream, he told myself. There is now way possible for me to be a little toddler again.

Looking at his little penis again, Nick began to remember. When he was a little boy, his older brother always taunted him about his smallness, even referring to his penis as a little wee-wee. Now that he was hairless again and feeling and looking like a baby boy, it felt right saying that he just had a little wee-wee.

Big Daddy got up of the couch where he was sitting and watching TV. Turning off the TV, Philip called Nick over to him. Nick was afraid. He had every right to be. He was now naked, only four years old and at Philip's mercy. Looking at Philip's fatherly and loving expression, Nick went over to the black man, who asked him how he felt.

"My bottom still hurts. It hurts a lot, Big Daddy." Nick replied with boyish simplicity while standing naked before the man.

"I'm sure it does little boy, it's suppose to hurt, so that you will learn to behave properly. And now it is time for a bad little boy named Nicky to take a nap." Big Daddy said as he picked Nick up.

The fatherly black man carried Nick up stairs and into the bathroom. Sitting Nick on the potty-chair that was in the corner, he watched while Nick tinkled, and even wiped him when he was done. Picking Nick up again, Big Daddy carried the little boy to a bedroom, where he laid Nick down in a large crib and tucked him in bed.

"I'm hungry, Big Daddy," Nick whined.

"I bet you are little boy," Big Daddy replied in a fatherly tone, "You were in the corner during lunch so you missed it. You should know that in this house, naughty little boys are sent to bed hungry. If you are good, quiet, and take your nap like a big boy, I might give you a snack, but if you make one sound you'll find yourself over my knee little man, understand."

"yes sir... do i haf ta sleep nakie?" Nick asked in a small voice, his tongue now tripping over his words.

"Yes little one, that bad little bottom of yours needs to stay naked."

Even though Nick's bottom was still warm and hurting, he soon drifted off to sleep, as a little boy should, after being tucked in safely in his bed by his Big Daddy.

FRIDAY June 26th, Late afternoon, It was a little after 3 p.m. when Philip came into the room and woke little Nick up. The little boy was sleeping soundly, like a baby; he had not slept so deeply in years, Nick was a little upset to be woken up.

While Little Nicky cleared the sleep for his head, Philip went over to the dresser to find the little boy some clothes. As Nick began to sit up in the crib, and his little child's mind became unclouded from sleep, Nick rubbing his eyes with his small hands remembered that he was still a little baby boy. He looked down at his little bare body and it was obviously now, he had regressed back to childhood. Fear of the unknown again seized him and he began to whimper in panic. The high-pitched sound of his whimpers terrified Nick even more than his apparent transformation. He sounded small, and with ever inhaling breath he made, it made him want to cry even more. Eventually Nick's whimpers changed into the crying of a severely distraught little boy. He keep telling himself that he was strong and that he should not cry, not show his fear to Philip, that this was all the black man's fault.

All of the crying and noise that Nick was making soon got Philip's attention. Philip looked over at Nick, and he instantly felt sorry for the little boy. He wanted to go tell Nick why he had been transformed, but that was not part of the original plan, the truth had to wait, and for now Nick would have to remain unaware of the master plan.

Philip got a shirt out of on of the dresser drawers, next to the dresser he picked up a pair of sandals. He walked back over to the crib.

"Hey little man, what is all this fussing about," Philip said consolingly.

"Tis is aw yur falt", Nick screamed, forgetting his new youthful position.

"You better watch your mouth baby boy. Don't forget that I am the daddy here, and I can spank that bare bottom of yours." Philip said in a threatening fatherly tone.

Nick immediately remembered the events that had happen earlier today, and did not want a repeat performance of the spanking.

"orry daddie," Nicky said in a small submissive voice.

Nick continued to cry as Philip put the light blue T-shirt, and toddler size sandals on him. Once he had Nick dressed, Philip picked the little boy up into his strong arms, then settled him to ride on his hip with a leg on either side of his waist. He stood there holding little Nicky, who was surprised at how good it felt to be held; the little boy simply rested his head against Philip's broad shoulder, as the strong fatherly man patted his still bare little bottom. The warmth of Philip's body comforted the little boy by its closeness, as Nick slowly stopped crying he closed her eyes and took pleasure in being held.

Philip looked out the corner of his at the little boy's innocent face, and said in a low voice, "That's my little man, your just a little cuddle baby who needs to be held."

Nick said nothing. He was being drawn into the feeling of being a little boy, and was not fighting it. It felt so right at this moment.

Philip carried little Nicky downstairs, and into the kitchen. Going over to the table, he sat the small boy into a toddler sizes high chair by the table. The little boy did not want to be put down, Nick found it difficult to sit; he was not sure, but he longed to be held in Philip's fatherly embrace, plus the vinyl cover of the chair was cold against his bare bottom. Looking at Philip, Nick was realizing that he was really becoming a daddy's boy, and Philip, regardless of how or why, the big strong black man was his daddy now.

While Nick sat anxiously waiting, Philip made the little boy a snack of special formulated hot cereal. The strawberry flavored cereal was made especially for adults who had been rejuvenated. It was made specifically for their newly regressed and delicate digestive system. Also it was high in the vitamins and proteins that Nick's young body would need to compensate and help recover from the drastic changes his body had gone through.

Once Philip had prepared the cereal, he filled a small bowl and went over to the table. Placing the bowl in front of Nick, Philip sat down next to the little boy. Taking the spoon, Philip began to feed little Nicky. The little boy ate slowly and somewhat sloppily, doing his best to eat the cereal without making a mess. His motor coordination seemed to have deteriorated along with his size and he was having trouble keeping the food in his mouth, his unaccustomed small child's teeth, let small amounts of cereal escape his mouth. The cereal ran down Nick's face, forcing Philip to wipe his face repeatedly. Nick felt like a little inept toddler, but the reassuring look on Philip's face made the boy feel adequate enough to not want to cry.

When Philip gave Nick the last spoonful of cereal, the little boy could no longer contain himself and he said in a rush, "Wa hass apen to me?"

Philip laughed lightly, "Well little Nicky I guess I can give you a little explanation," Philip wiped Nick's chin as he continued, "You were regressed because you were such a brat. I can not tell you anything more my son, at lease for now. The ultimate plan will be reviled to you very soon." Philip said as he took the bowl and got up.

As Philip walked over to the sink and rinsed out the bowl, Nick shook his head in disbelief, 'no this can't be true' he thought to himself. The little boy bit down on his tongue and it hurt. This is reality! Nick frowned as he thought about it. I'm a little boy again! Nick looked over at Philip and saw the horns of the dilemma that lay before him. He ached to be a little boy, but he was too scared to let his adult life slip away from him without a battle. The true crux of Nick's problem was Philip. He knew that the man could and would probably spank his ass purple if he did not play along, but Nick, for some strange reason, longed to be held in Philip's arms. The fear of losing control of his adult life terrified him. The choice between the two fates seemed to paralyze his mind. Should he be Philip's little boy, or should he fight it. If he was to fight it how could he make anyone believe the truth, and what this ultimate plan.

The allure of being nurtured and coddled was almost too great to be ignored. Nick felt himself being caught up in a revolving loop. In one minute being a little boy seemed ridiculous, in the next instant the idea seemed warm and inviting, and then again the ideal seemed revolting.

Nick's struggle came to a momentary end, when Philip, done with the few dishes, came over and picked Nick up. He carried Nick upstairs to the bedroom where he had taken his nap.

As he was being carried upstairs, Nick asked in a babyish tone, "daddie, why do I got a nakie bottom?"

Philip laughed; Nick sounded so cute. When he was done laughing, Philip said with a smile, "You are bare because you are a little boy and have no need for modesty." Then giving Nick a little reminder tap to his bare cheeks, "And if you decide to act bad, I will have direct access to your bare bottom, plus this is part of your punishment. You were such a brat at work, acting like you were to big for your breeches, so it is best that you have no breeches."

Placing the boy down on the floor to stand, Philip said, "Nicky you go in your room and play with your toy like a good little boy, while I go make a few phone calls and take care of some loose ends." Philip gave the little boy a soft pat on his bare bottom, that sent him on his way into the room, and toward the toy box.

Philip took one last quick glance at Nick, who was standing next to the toy box looking at him, Philip saw the look on the little boy's face was one of awkwardness, but he knew in time Nick would adjust.

Nick said nothing as Philip left him, he simply look around the room. He glanced at the crib where he had taken a nap in, then looked at the toy-box and all the toys. His mind was completely blank. He did not know what to think or do. Taking a deep breath, Nick looked the room over again. That's when his eye caught sight of something that he missed the first time he looked around. Walking over to the corner of the room where there was a small wooden chair with a large stuffed animal sitting on it, Nick looked lovingly at the stuffed toy that looked like Pikachu for the cartoon Pokemon. It had to be at least 24' inches in height, round and fluffy soft. The stuffed toy looked so pudgy, friendly and inviting, that Nick could swear that the stuffed animal was smiling and calling to him. Finally after a little thought, Nick picked up the stuffed Pikachu and hugged it tightly. After he finished hugging the toy, Nick took a deep breath and smelled it. The scent was the smell of childhood days of the past.

It's soft yellow fur, the innocent smell and the fluffy body of the toy brought back a rush of memories. By now Nick was sitting on the floor, still hugging Pikachu in his small arm. His eyes were closed now, as he rubbed his face against the soft furry toy.

Opening his eyes, Nick laughed softly to himself, at how childish he was acting. Looking at Pikachu, Nick said in a chipper little voice, "well pikachu it ooks ike we ar gona be friends. I don no wha big daddie has plan for me, but tis cant be to bad."

Looking at the stuffed toy, who seemed to smile at Nick's admission of friendship, Nick decided that since he was a little bare ass child again that he might as well enjoy it. Going over to the toy box, with Pikachu in hand, Nick took out some toys and played quietly. With in no time the little boy was quite involved in play and was not aware of his surroundings.

FRIDAY June 26th, Early evening, Nick was so engaged with his playing that he had hardly noticed that Philip had returned to the room.

"Nicky, I have a surprise for you," the man called to the little boy.

Nick looked up at the man who was now his father with a smile. Getting up the little boy ran over to Philip, and hugged the man around his legs; Philip was really tall, and Nick was such a little boy now. Philip got down on his knees, so that he could be on the same level as Nick; even on his knees, Philip was still taller than Nick.

"Hey little Nicky, daddy has a surprise for you," Philip said as he tickled the little boy under his arms, causing him to giggle.

Philip picked the boy up into his arms. As he began to take out of the room, Nick said in a cute little voice as he pointed, "daddie I need to get my pe-chu!"

"What Nicky?" Philip said as he stopped and turned around to see what Nick was pointing at. Looking he saw the yellow stuffed animal that the little boy had bonded with. Philip walked over to the toy, stooped down and picked it up, "I see that you have made a new friend," he said as he handed Pikachu to Nick. Nick took the toy and hugged it, as Philip smiled at him.

Now that Nick had his toy, Philip took the boy downstairs and into the living room. All the way, Philip was bouncing the little boy, hugging him and tickling him. "You like being a baby boy now don't you Nicky?"

Nick just smiled at Philip. At this moment the little boy did not care that he was little boy again. Philip continued to play with Nick as carried the boy downstairs. Nick was having so much fun that he did not notice that someone was sitting on the couch.

"Look Nicky, its mommy!" Philip said as he stood at one end of the couch with the happy little boy in his arms.

As Nick looked at the woman his facial expression went from one of delight to one of dread.

"Hello Nicky," Laura Johnson said with a smile

"tats aura, shes ya wife, my new mommie (snivel)," Nick whimpered as looked at Laura's bright face. Yes Philip Johnson's wife, was Laura Johnson, the woman that Nick did not want to work with, Nick was not sure if he could handle this.

Philip sat Nick on the couch, when his bare bottom touched the soft material, the little boy remembered that he was bare for waist down. Taking his stuffed toy, Nick place Pikachu between his legs and covered his small little wee-wee with it. Laura laugh when she say him do this.

"Well Nicky do you like your new mommy?" Philip asked.

Nick could not say anything; all he could do was blush with embarrassment and look on with disbelief.

Laura sat on the opposite end of the couch, while Philip explained that he was going to run some errands. He told Nick to listen to Laura while he was gone, and to call her mommy. Philip also told the little boy that if he was bad, that Laura had the permission to spank his bare butt.

Nick was paralyzed with fear. It was one thing to have Philip spank him, he was another man, and the little boy, over the short period of time had come to except Philip's commanding and fatherly persona, but Laura she was his enemy. She had caused him nothing but trouble since he meet her. Now she was seeing him bare ass and helpless. To top it all off she was also being put in charge of him as his mommy

The little boy tried to speak, but Philip ignoring him, ruffled Nick's hair as he told the little boy goodbye and to be good.

After Philip left, Nick and Laura sat on the couch not speaking to one another. Every so often they would exchange questioning glances, but now words.

Laura felt as uncomfortable as Nick. Taking a chance she said in a nice motherly voice, "Nicky come sit by mommy," Laura patted the cushion next to her.

Nick did not think he just reacted, "OR NOT MY MOMMIE U BI#@$CH!" the little boy yelled as he leaped of the couch in defiance. When he realized what he had said and the way he had said it, Nick and began to run.

Laura got up off the couch, and before Nick could get more than a few steps away, she had grabbed little Nicky by his wrist. The little boy kicked, screamed and cursed viciously as he was lead back over to the couch. Sitting down on the couch, Laura pulled the tot over her knee and gave several hard swats on his, exposed bare rear. At first, Nick shrieked more from shock and humiliation of being spanked by Laura. Then the pain set in and he began to cry. Laura continued to spank Nicky's rear until it was covered with hot red handprints.

After five more hard swats, Laura picked Nick up and sat him down hard on the floor and said, "Now There! You have no choice but to listen to me. I'm in charge here little boy. You will respect me and do as I say, Do you hear me?"

"Yeth," the little boy said through his bitter tears

"Good, repeat after me. I'm just a little boy," Laura said sternly.

Nicky remained silent with a defiant and mean look on his face, refusing to bend to Laura's will.

Standing the little boy up, Laura gave him a hard swat on the but, Nicky squealed.

"I said say THAT I AM A LITTLE BOY!" Laura repeated in an even sterner voice.

"im dutht a lil boy.", Nicky recited in a forced tone, not wanting to get another swat to his unprotected rear.

"Laura is my Mommy."

"aura is my mommie."

"I will do everything she tells me to."

"I wiww do evewyting shee tews me to."

"Now did you learn something new today LITTLE man?"

Little Nicky didn't know what to say anything. He was dumbfounded. Laura was not going to accept any mess from him like she did at work. The Laura he knew at work was nice and reserved. This Laura however was completely different. By her present actions, Nick knew she would tan his little bottom until it was purple if she had to. To top that off, Laura was now humiliating Nick further, by making the once ARROGANT man, tell her what he had become, a little DEPENDENT child.

Little Nicky finally gave in and softly said. "yeth."

"Did you learn that I am the boss know? That I am your MOMMY!" Laura said in a very strong parental tone.

"yeth", Nicky said as he wiped the tears from his little face, in a complete state of humiliation.

" Say it. Say you are the mommy and I am the little boy."

"ya da mommie an i ah lil boy."

"That's my boy. Now get up here and let Mommy give you some milk." Laura drew the boy close, giving him a little hugged and then pulled him up to sit in her lap.

Nick looked at her strangely he was not sure what she meant but he had an ideal.
When Laura raised her sweatshirt to reveal that she had on a breast-feeding bra, Nick knew what she meant, she was going to breast feed him. The little boy's eyes got big as Laura open the flap on her bra, and took out one of her breast.

At that moment, Nick wanted to run, but he knew that that would only get him another spanking. Laura massaged her breast and got it ready for Nick. Once she had the milk flowing, she cradled the little boy in her arms, raising his head to her breast; she put the nipple in his mouth. Nick tried not to drink, but his natural reactions (even though he was the size of a four-year-old, Nick still had some of his adult reasoning and emotions) had him suckling on Laura's nipple in no time.

The warm breast milk flowed into Nick, as Laura cradled him and hummed a sweet little lullaby. The little boy closed his eyes and relaxed, letting the moment happen. Nick could really get to like this, he thought.

"See Nicky this is not so bad," Laura said as she looked down at Nick's innocent face and continued to breast feed the boy, as she softly pat his bare bottom, and cradle him lovingly in his arms. "You know I had to take some special medicine in order to get my milk to flow for you, but when I heard that you were to be regressed I told the leader that I would do anything to be your mommy."

Nick heard what Laura said, but he did not care, he was bonding with her. Thoughts of adulthood seemed so distant right now; Nick did not care that he was bare. He did not care that he had just got a spanking. He did not care how or why he had been regressed. All he wanted to do was to be held and coddled, by this loving woman.

As little Nicky continued to drink from his new mother's breast, the warm breast milk relaxed him to the point that he was soon fast asleep. When Laura heard the soft little baby snores come from Nicky's small little body, she looked down at him. "So cute," Laura said as she cuddled the little boy in her arms. Getting up ever so carefully, Laura carried Nicky upstairs to his room. Entering the room, Laura prepared to put Nicky down for a short nap. She laid Nicky down on the changing table and took off his sandals. Next she lotion, then powdered his cute little bottom. Finally she put a diaper on the little boy. Through all of this Nicky did not wake up. Before she tucked the boy into his crib, Laura kissed him ever so gently on his cheeks and caressed his hair.

Standing there for a moment, Laura looked down at Nicky. He was an adorable little boy with wavy almost curly sandy brown hair. Now that his asleep she could not see his charming blue-gray eyes, she had always admired his beautiful eyes since they had meet. Nicky was a petite little boy; he had the smallest little hands and cutest little toes, Laura thought that maybe the regression agent was still working, but she knew that her breast milk was now neutralizing the effects of the medicine that the leader had given Nicky. Taking one last look at Nick, Laura guessed that he was about four, but no older.

FRIDAY June 26th, One hour later, Nicky woke up to the sounds of laughter and voices coming from downstairs in living room. As he sat, the little boy immediately recognized that two of the voices, Philip's and Laura's belong to his new daddy and new mommy, but the third voice he could not place; however there was this strange familiar commanding tone to it.

Nick stood up in the crib; "boy am I short," the railing was just below chest height. He could try to climb out, but he was sure that he would fall. Plus he did not want to chance getting caught; Nick was not sure if Philip or Laura would spank him for trying to get out of bed, but he was sure that he did not want to chance it. Still standing, Nick looked down at himself and noticed that he had on a diaper. Touching the diaper Nick did not care that he had it on, the little boy just wanted his daddy or mommy. He did not know why he wanted them; after being spanked and humiliated by both of them Nick should have been scared, but he needed to be held, and Philip and Laura had treated him so lovingly.

Sitting down on his soft diapered butt, Nick unconsciously stuck his thumb in his mouth (when he was a little boy, Nick was quite addicted to thumb sucking. He was 13 before he was able to beat his dependence. Now that he was little again it was only natural for he habit to return) and began to think. Why had he been regressed, what part had Philip and Laura played in this 'PLAN' that they both keep talking about, and who was this leader person.

Questions; Questions; Questions, Nick was finding it hard to concentrate on his immediate predicament. Nick still had his memories and adult reasoning, but his emotions and the way that he was reacting were becoming more childlike every second that he was trapped in this little child's body. He had already excepted Philip and Laura as his daddy and mommy; he did not quite understand this, but there was an undeniable bond between him and his new parents, especially after he had just earlier been breast feed by Laura.

After a while, Nick's thoughts became simpler, and his need for his new parents greater. Taking his thumb out of his mouth, Nick open his mouth and called out in a small child's voice, "mommie..." Nick heard his own voice echo in the room; he sounded so small, it was almost unbelievable. He called again, "mommie... daddie..."

Nick was about to call out again, when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Looking at the door, Nick saw that it was Laura, his new mommy, the little boy smiled brightly as he stood up in the crib, reaching out his arms.

Laura smiled back at the cute little boy as she said, "What's wrong Nicky."

"i wan u an daddie."

Laura smiled; Nick was excepting his condition without a fight this was going to be easy, she thought. Nick did not notice that Laura had her hand behind her back and was hiding something. She walked over to the crib, Nick stood up just as Laura got next to his crib, "Look what I found downstairs Nicky," Laura pulled her hand from behind her and showed Nick that she had his stuffed Pokemon toy, Pikachu.

"PEE-CHU!" Nick said in a chipper tone.

While Nicky hugged and cuddled his toy, Laura reached over the railing of the crib and felt Nick's diaper to see if the little boy was wet. When she felt that he was dry, Laura said proudly, "Mommy's big boy is dry,"

Nick looked at Laura with his bright blue-gray eyes and smiled at her praise, as he reached over the railing and gave Laura a hug. Hugging the little boy back, Laura lifted little Nicky up over the railing and out of the bed.

Standing there she held the little boy in her arms. Kissing Nicky on the cheek, Laura said in a babyish voice, "You are mommy's lil pooh bear."

Nick began to giggle, as Laura began to smoother his little face with kisses. He felt silly, but he liked being in Laura's arms, and the way she was treating him he felt loved.

"i luv u mommie," Nick said in his clear little child's voice, as he smile playfully at Laura.

Laura's heart melted at the cute and honest way that Nicky had said he loved her. She was sure that the little boy meant it for his heart, and was quickly accepting his new role as her son.

"Nicky, let's go show daddy that his big boy can stay dry."

"yea, i wana sho daddie im ah big boy."

As Laura carried little Nicky out of the room and downstairs, Nick was proud that he was not wet, but the small part of his remaining adult mind felt immature and repulsed by the way he was acting. Looking at his mommy Laura, Nick laughed lightly. He placed his head on her shoulder, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and decided not to fight his emotions, and to go with the feelings of being a child. Beside he was only wearing a diaper, and knew that if he tried to fight them, that Laura or Philip, could easily remove his diaper and spank his bare butt ten different shades of red.

As they came into the living room, Nick raised his head up and looked at Philip, his Big Daddy. Nick was so happy to see the fatherly black man that he did not even notice that some one else was in the room sitting out his immediate view in the chair.

"daddie!" Nick called out, "i didtin whet my diapor, see... mommie sah tat im a big boy."

Philip chuckled at his son's report, as he got up and took the boy from Laura's arms.

"You did not wet yourself, well I guess mommy is right, that does make you a big boy." Philip said proudly as he sat down on the couch with Nicky on his lap.

Nick gave his daddy a big hug as Laura sat next to them on the couch.

"Nicky, Mommy and I have a surprise for you," Philip said as he turned the boy's attention to the guest that was sitting in the chair.

Nick turned, looked, and was shocked. The little boy's mouth hung open wordless, as he saw that the person sitting in the chair was his boss Mr. Wilson.

Smiling Mr. Wilson said, "Hello Nicolas, or should I say little Nicky, I see that you are happy with your new parents, and you're accepting the new position I gave you," the sharply dressed businessman said with sly glance of power. Mr. Wilson continued to look at Nick as he announced in a pompous, but non-arrogant tone, "Yes I am the leader that both Philip and Laura told you about, I am the one that regressed you."

"wha... wha... wha...," little Nicky tried to speak, but was cut off by the man he though was his friend.

"Nicky... Nicky... Nicky," Mr. Wilson said as he shook his head and smiled smugly, "You thought that I was your friend, that I thought the same way as you, well son I have news for you. Little boys like you, I destroy and recreate them."

Nicky began to cry silently, letting a few tears roll down his cheek.

"Don't you cry little boy. You thought that you would go unpunished for that childish behave of yours. The temper tantrums, your inflated ego and the out dated men are better than women attitude of yours; all of that was too Nicky. I had no choice other than to put the youth serum in your coffee today." Mr. Wilson smiled sinisterly.

Nicky suddenly looked confused, "why, why me? i wus ah goud ployie, i follow ta ules... i looked up ta you."

"Silly little boy," Mr. Wilson said condescendingly, with a light laughing, "I do not care about any of that. You were such a pompous upstart; thinking that you could make it to the top by stepping on everyone else. Nick your problem was that you did not know the meaning of kindness, teamwork, or modesty. I thought that if I gave you some subtle hints, and by making you working with Laura that you could learn how to juggle your business intellect and consideration, but when you refused that was the end of your chances. If you were going to act like a stuck up, selfish, spoiled brat of a child, than you were going to become a child. At least as a child you could be molded by the strong hands of caring parents."

Nick could not say anything; he was in total awe. This was all too much for his little mind to comprehend. For a moment, Nick regained his adult mind and looked at Mr. Wilson unbelievingly, "you wean you ad tis panned?" Nick asked in a small voice as he felt a sudden rush of sadness take him. Despite his depression there was still something nagging at the back of his mind. "how did do tis ta me?" Nicky asked.

"Ha...ha...ha Nicky, it was rather simple. In The coffee that you drank in my office, well I slipped a special youth formula in it." Smiling widely Mr. Wilson added, "How else do you think I did it silly boy?"

Nick stared at Mr. Wilson in shock, hoping desperately that the man was joking. Most people wouldn't have taken Mr. Wilson comment seriously but Nick was now the size of a four-year-old, and sitting in a diaper on Philip's lap. He had now choice other than to believe.

Mr. Wilson smiled at Nick's surprised expression, and continued, "As you have noticed my boy, that once the youth formula has been ingested the effects are rather impressive," Mr. Wilson smiled sinisterly as he added, "and they are quite permanent."

Nick felt his fear beginning to overwhelm him, but he struggled to overcome it. With great difficulty he managed to ask, "how..."

"How is this possible," Mr. Wilson finished Nick's thought. The seemingly old businessman smiling deceitful, decided to indulge the little boy, "About five decades ago a scientist and good friend of mine discovered a mineral water lake in a sub-terrain cavern deep in the South American rain forest. There is this strange kind of radiation under the ground that interacts with the unique minerals in the water there. Over the years, and with my financial backing, my friend was been able to isolate these properties. With the aid of the modern super computer, Dr Reeves was able to control and manipulate the effects of the mineral water." Mr. Wilson paused for a moment as he looked at Nick's reaction; he loved to see the look of unknowing fear that the little boy had on his face, as he told him the truth. Looking at the man, Nick thought that Mr. Wilson spoke more like a scientist, than a businessman, and he suspected that Mr. Wilson was much older than his body showed.

"you cant do tis ta me... you cant spect ta get away with tis.. some one will notice me missing."

Laughing smugly, Mr. Wilson said, "My boy that has all been taken care of. By tomorrow, any record of your previous life as the adult Nicolas Peterson will be gone, your diver's license, social security number, birth certificate, everything linking you to that life will be gone."

In an effort to prove Mr. Wilson threatening tone wrong, Nick blurted out with a little boy's high pitched voice," you cant haf got to everyone, my real mommie and daddie, thay'll help me!"

Mr. Wilson looked at the determined glance on the boy's face, and smiling deceitfully, "Ha ha ha, you silly little boy, you just do not understand do you. Little Nicky I even got to your real parents. They were even quite corroborative with my little plan. Beside they had not choice, either they go along or join you as a child."

"Noooo. I will tell... some one will believe me," the little boy said in a tear filled voice.

"Nicky give it up. All windows of escape have been closed. Even if you were able to convince some one that you were telling the truth, there is no way to prove it. In fact even as you sit there, the breast milk that you suckled from Laura earlier is changing your DNA to match that of hers and Philip's. By this evening you DNA and blood would make it appear as if you are their biological mixed son. Yes Nicky, another effect of the special mineral water. Dr. Reeves was able to single out certain elements to make women, like Laura produce a special type of breast milk that can alter DNA. It makes for a convenient way to cover our tracks don't you think. Not only are you a child again with new parents, but they will soon be your parents biologically. Over the next few days you will notice some side effects like; your skin will get a few shades darker and your facial features will start to reflect those of Philip's and Laura's, but other than that nothing major will happen to you."

Smiling, Mr. Wilson continued, "Enough of this for now little Nicky. It's time for me to give you that spanking I owe you," Nick looked at Mr. Wilson with frighten confused eyes, "Yes Nicky I think I owe you a spanking, don't I. You lost me a 50 million dollar contract, and I do not think that it is fair for you to get away untouched."

Mr. Wilson sighed as he held the struggling little boy at arm's length and carried him back to the chair. Instead of being angered by Nicky's outburst, Mr. Wilson was quite amused. The loss of control was the first step in peeling away the final layers of Nick's adulthood. Mockingly Mr. Wilson said, "Such big words from such a little boy, who is still is in diapers. Maybe I should take of your diaper and put little Nicky in his place." As Mr. Wilson sat down he placed the squirming little boy facedown across his lap and held Nick in place. With his free hand, Mr. Wilson unfastened the diaper tapes, and then pulled it off the little boy and revealed the child's small pink behind.

Going suddenly quiet with fear, Nick understood his position only to well, in more ways than one. Mustering up his last bit of adult courage, Nick screamed, "don't! Peas missur wilson! PEAS!"

(SMACK!) Mr. Wilson hit his bare hand against Nick's little cheeks with most, but not all of his strength. "You will do what little Nicky," Mr. Wilson said calmly in a controlling voice.

"Noooo!", Nick cried, tears coming to his eyes as he continued to kick uselessly.

(SMACK!) Mr. Wilson struck again, a bit harder this time. "Give it up Nicky and accept what you have become." Mr. Wilson hit a little harder. (SMACK!) "Your bottom will hurt you less if you accept your new position in life." Mr. Wilson continued, swatting Nicky's bare bottom even harder. (SMACK!) "After all, I could have made your punishment even worse than this." (SMACK!) The businessman's blows were now at full strength. (SMACK!)"Look where you are now." (SMACK!) "Nick Peterson, cooperate hot shot... (SMACK!), having his bare bottom spanked... (SMACK!), like the naughty little spoiled brat of a boy that you are." (SMACK!) "Awfully pathetic I'd say." (SMACK!), Well, I've always said...(SMACK!), when things don't work out... (SMACK!), it's time to start over." (SMACK!) Are you ready to start over Nicky? (SMACK!)" With each blow Nicky's crying got louder but instead of an answer to the question, Mr. Wilson felt a warm trickling sensation on his leg. With a start, he realized the terrified child had peed all over his pant leg.

Instead of getting angry Mr. Wilson laughed and said, "I'll take that as a yes. Looks like Little Nicky can't hold his water. Don't worry little boy, when I'm done, your mommy will get you all cleaned, but now to finish." With that said Mr. Wilson administered ten more quick sharp blows to Nick's now very red butt. The child's cries, which had now turned to whimpers as Mr. Wilson finally, stopped the spanking. Nick's pain, reached a new crescendo in agony, when Mr. Wilson; helping the little boy, placed Nicky on the hard wood floor, seating him on his now sore behind. As the crying child, Nick faced scrunched up miserably, as he squirmed against the pain, Mr. Wilson firmly kept him seated and relished the power.

Nick was hysterical. He tried to control himself while he was over his former boss's lap but it had proven impossible. The pain had been incredible and the embarrassment had been worse. He struggled as hard as he could but had not even budged Mr. Wilson's grip. Desperation had given way to frustration and Nick emotions had exploded. His bladder had as well, he knew, and he was humiliated by the experience. Now his tortured ass burned unbearably. Still crying heavily, he looked pleadingly up into Mr. Wilson's smiling face and whimpered, "pleesss topp it. pleessss."

"Only you can stop it Little Nicky," Mr. Wilson replied and helped the boy stand up. "Now go over there to your mommy and daddy and tell them that you are their son and you will be a good little boy."

"nooo... pleeesss, not tat, change me back, I don whanta be a lil boy," Nick whined.

Mr. Wilson ignored him. "It hurts, doesn't it Nicky? You want to know something; Your Mommy and Daddy can love all the pain away. Come on, be a sport and do as I says."

"but I don wanna be a baby," the child spoke through his tears.

"You've already shown you are one, silly little boy," Mr. Wilson commented while laughing and indicating his wet pant leg, "Now go to your Mommy and Daddy like a good little boy."

Nick hesitated, still trying to hang on to his adult dignity, but it was kind of hard while he was standing there butt redden and wet with his own urine. Very slowly Nick turned and walked over to the couch where Philip and Laura were sitting. They had both watched him get his bottom blistered by the old man, and seen him pee on himself. Nick's face was red with embarrassment, but he had choice in the matter now. As soon as he got within arms reach; Laura pulled Nicky up into her lap and cuddled him close to her chest. Soothingly she spoke, "Don't worry Nicky there will be no more spankings today, and as long as you area good little boy Daddy and Mommy will not spank you, but if you dare to act bad, your little bottom will be bared and spanked."

Nick heard the words of his mother, and he enjoyed the closeness of being in Laura's arms. Philip moved close to them, putting one arm around Laura's shoulder, he patted Nick's back with his free hand. "Shhh, be a big boy for mommy and daddy okay, we love you, no more spankings today okay," Philip leaned over and kiss Nick on the cheek. Nick stuck his thumb in his mouth and stopped crying this was his new life now, and he figured that he might as well accept it and enjoy it.

Nick, even though he was quiet and accepting his new life, was angry at what these three adults had done to him; he didn't dare make his anger known. He had lost the war and his only hope now was to go along, life, as a child again could not be all that bad. Plus he had this strange secure sense deep in his heart, that made him know that Philip and Laura would not hurt him; and that they would care for him as if he was there own child. From what Mr. Wilson had said, his DNA would soon reflect that he was in fact their child anyway.

Within the next five minutes Nick had quieted down and was relaxed. Laura helped the boy off her lap. Once he was standing in front of her, Laura took of Nick's shirt. The little boy stood there totally nude, and not ashamed. Standing up Laura picked up Nicky and took him upstairs to the bathroom where she completely cleaned up her new little boy. Taking Nick to his room, Laura powered and put the little boy into a fresh diaper. The bath was fun, but Nick did not like being diapered, but he had no choice in the matter.

Laura seeing the discomfort on little Nick's face was amused, and responded by tickling little Nicky's tummy until the little boy giggled. There was no doubt as to whom was in charge now.

While Laura got Nick cleaned up, Philip walked Mr. Wilson to the door.

"Sorry about you pants Bill, that little Nicky is quite a hand full," Philip apologized to Mr. Wilson with a laugh.

"Ha ha ha, Don't worry about it Phil. I guess I sort of had a HAND in Nick's accident," Mr. Wilson smiled at the pun he had made, "You and Laura just take good care of that boy. He maybe a bit of a brat, but deep down he is a good kid."

Shaking Mr. Wilson's hand Philip closed the door. Going back into the living room, Philip cleaned up the mess. He was glad that Laura had not made him put the carpet down in the living room. Also he was happy that the furniture was old and expendable.

He and Laura having just recently been married had just moved into this house. Other than the bedroom set in both theirs and Nick's room, all of the other furniture in the house was old and used. Mr. Wilson, being the man that he was, had setup an account for them; since they were going to be Nick's parents, and Laura was an important person in his company. Philip thought that it was about time that they got some new stuff any way. Tomorrow he would throw out the old chair and get some new stuff for the house and surprise his new wife.

Once Philip had cleaned up the mess, he went upstairs to find Laura and his new son Nicky. Laura had just finished dressing little Nicky in one of his footed blanket sleepers.

"Look Nicky daddy has come to tuck his little boy in bed," Laura said as she held the boy in her arms and pointed toward Philip standing in the doorway.

Philip walked over toward Laura, and took Nick from her. Nick was quiet; he had a very long day full of constant changes. He had been regressed into a toddler, spanked three times, and wet himself. Now he was about to be put to bed, and it was not even 9 o'clock. Looking at his new father Nick stuck his thumb in his mouth as Philip laid him down in the crib and tucked him in bed.

Nick was not going to fight anymore, submissively the little boy closed his eyes and went to sleep as he new parents watched over him. When Nick was asleep, Philip and Laura left the room and went to their bedroom.

TUESDAY, July 25th, One month later, Nicolas 'Nicky' Christopher Johnson, formerly Nicolas Peterson is now a well adjusted four year old boy. Little Nicky has rediscovered the exhilaration of being a child again. As an adult his days were filled with the constant turmoil and responsibility of adulthood. Now that he is a child his life is simpler, and Nicky is free to see the world as only a child can see it. Also during this rebirth, Nicky had discovered one of the keenest joys in life, to be naked. To be naked and run around the house and backyard and let the sun and air kiss his bare skin. To be free from the curse of clothes, to shed all connections to adulthood in the form of pants, shoes, shirts, and socks, and to be one with the wind, the sun, and the earth. Nicky spent many a day totally unclothed exploring his little child's world. Philip, Nicky's father called the little boy daddy's Little Bear.

This childish and innocent behavior did not come easy, Nicky had resisted at first, and he still has some of his adult anxieties. With the love and understanding of his mother and father, Nicky was able to peel away the restrictive layers of adulthood. The difficulty at first was to get him to let go; now the difficulty was for Nicky to be serious. This did not present a problem, because Nicky was a child and Philip and Laura were glad that the little boy had embraced his new childhood.

Embracing his childhood was not the only thing Nicky has done. The little copper brown colored boy, with the mild facial features of his father, and his mother's shiny brown hair, and shining energetic blue-gray eyes, now loves his new mommy and daddy, Laura and Philip Johnson. His mommy who is now a regional manager at Dencom International, the company that he once worked for, she is a loving woman, who practically spoils him with love. Philip, his daddy is a popular artist and photographer, who works at home and cares for his son. Philip is little Nicky's best friend. The father and son play, laugh, and even sometimes take naps together.

Even though Nicky's parents love their little boy, and do shower him with love, they do not lack when it comes to punishing the little boy. All bad behavior is dealt with accordingly. Over the part month Nicky has received a few bare bottom spanking, but once he was punished all was forgotten and forgiven.

Over the relative short time, Nicky has bonded to his new family. The memories of his former adult life are still there, but they are faint echoes of a life that he has gladly pushed aside. Life as a child is good to him and he would not have it any other way.

The End

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