A Tortured Soul

Chapter 4
Chapter 4

When Katie turned the water on so they could brush their teeth, Eddy squirmed a bit, and looked longingly at the potty.

“No Baby...” she whispered, “you don’t want me to have to punish you do you?”

Eddy was quick to look at the sink, and shook his head no. He fought to keep from crying, not knowing how to get out of this situation. When their teeth were brushed, she patted him on the butt and said, “Now you’re going to stand here for a moment, flush the potty, and then go get in bed, understand?”

He nodded in response. When she left, closing the door behind her, he waited, then pushed the handle on the potty, dancing in place because the water made him need to pee pee bad. A moment later, he opened the door and headed across the hall into his bedroom. It only took a second to change into shorts and a t-shirt, and he climbed into bed.

Several minutes later, a knock sounded and the door opened. He smiled when Mommy came in and sat on his bed. He sat up and hugged her tight, not wanting to let her go. He knew that if he was with her, then nothing bad would happen to her. After three or four minutes, she told him, “All right Honey, it’s time for sleep,” gently moving him to lay down. He smiled again as she tucked him in and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

“Good night, Honey.”

“Good night Mommy,” he answered. When she left and closed the door, he felt scared and alone.

Ten minutes later, he was startled as his door opened, and Katie came in. She closed it behind her and came to sit on his bed. “Hi Baby.”

“Hi,” he answered, not wanting to make her angry. He saw a tall glass of water in her hand and looked at her with a questioning expression.

“I thought you’d be thirsty, Sweety, so I brought you a nice drink of water.”

“I...I’m not thirsty,” he stuttered.

“Oh sure you are,” she rebuked. The look she gave him left no question that this wasn’t a request.

Eddie sat up and took the offered glass in his hand and began to drink. When he finished the water, she laid him back down and covered him up.

He started crying when she reached under the covers to place her hand on the front of his shorts again.

“Okay Baby, make pee pee’s for me.”

“Please don’t make me do this,” he whimpered.

She showed an angry expression and growled, “I guess you didn’t learn the first time,” as she took her hand off of his shorts.

Eddy, terrified that Mommy would get hurt, grabbed her hand, placed it back where it was and began going pee pee in his underpants.

“That’s it. Good boy,” she praised.

He felt the wetness spread across the front of his underwear, and move down between his legs. By the time he was done, there was a big wet spot underneath him.

“Now the bed is all nice and pee pee wet, Sweety, just like it’s supposed to be,” she told him.

“Why are you doing this?” he whined.

“Little boys don’t need to know why, they just need to do what their told, got it?” she asked with a pat to his wet shorts.

He cried harder then as the pee pee began to cool. He remembered from the past that he was going to have a miserable night, waking up cold and wet repeatedly throughout the night. He knew she was going to insist that he stay in his bed, and was sure she wouldn’t let him take his wet shorts and underpants off.

“Awww...you look so upset Baby. I know what’ll help,” she cooed, and took his hand in hers, making a fist with his fingers and extending his thumb.

“No, please...” he cried as she pushed his thumb into his mouth.

“Nurse it Baby,” she said in the tone that made fear creep up his spine.

Eddy began sucking even as tears kept falling, blushing bright red. Here he was laying in a wet bed sucking his thumb like a baby. He found it very difficult to cry and suck his thumb at the same time, so just lay whimpering as he nursed.

“That’s it...that quieted the baby down,” she said sweetly. She stood, tucked him in and gave him a kiss before saying, “Night night, Baby.”

Fearful of her, he went to take his thumb out to answer.

“Leave it in there little boy.”

“Nigh’ nigh’,” he complied.

She turned to leave, then stopped. Turning back, she moved down next to his ear and whispered, “You keep nursing that thumb, Baby. If you stop, I’ll know and very bad things will happen, understand?” When he nodded, she said, “Tell me.”

“Yeth,” he replied, sounding like a toddler, before resuming nursing.

“That’s a good boy. You keep nursing until after your mommy gets you cleaned up, you hear me?”

“But she’ww get mad,” he answered, a sob escaping then as he understood that Mommy would see him nursing his thumb.

“Oh, that’s right, you took a paci, didn’t you? Well Sweety, then I don’t care what you have to do, but you get Mommy to get your paci back for you. Until then, you nurse your thumb when you’re in bed, understand little boy?” with a wild look in her eyes.

“Yeth,” he answered. He knew that look, that was the look she had before she hurt Mommy.

With another kiss, she said, “Go to sleep now Baby, and remember, I’ll know if you stop nursing,” and left the room without a sound.

The sound of his nursing filled his ears as he lay there wet and miserable. He had no idea how she would know if he stopped nursing his thumb, but wasn’t willing to take the chance. He shifted slightly in an attempt to get more comfortable, but regretted it as the air moved under the covers and made his wet underpants feel colder against his skin. It felt like forever before exhaustion took over, and he fell into a fitful sleep.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he opened his eyes. Not knowing who was there, he began nursing his thumb immediately. When he turned, he saw Katie smiling down on him and dreaded whatever was to come.

“Hi Baby,” she cooed. Reaching under the covers, she cupped his shorts again and said, “Make pee pee’s Sweety.”

Eddy whimpered as he released the pee pee into his already soaked underpants. The only good thing was that it made the cold underpants warm against his skin.

“That’s it Sweety. That’s where little boys are supposed to make pee pee’s. They don’t get up in the middle of the night, they just go in their sleep.” When he was finished, she added, “Good boy, all nice and wet.”

He fussed around his thumb and she reassured him, “Don’t worry Baby, you’ll get used to sleeping wet, I promise. You’re not going to have any more dry nights from now on.” A second later she added, “Unless you want Mommy to get hurt,” with that wild glare.

Crying despite nursing his thumb, Eddy said, “No! I’ww be wet!” fear showing in his eyes.

“Good boy,” she praised, kissed him and silently left the room.

The bed was completely soaked now. There wasn’t anywhere he moved that allowed him to avoid the huge wet spot on the mattress. He lay there miserable for a long while, crying softly as he nursed his thumb. It happened without his conscious knowledge, but by the time he fell asleep, he wasn’t nursing to keep his Mommy safe, so much as for comfort.