As Peter entered the kitchen, he stared at Ms. Nelson, who was busy at the stove. He still couldn't get over how tall she was. Her kitchen counters were a foot over his head and yet, they fell an inch or two below Ms. Nelson's waistline!

"Hello, little one. Would you like me to help you get situated?" Ms. Nelson asked as she walked over to him.

"No. I can do it." he said as he moved around the arriving skirt.

"Ok." she laughed.

The seat of the chair fell just below his chest. He had to kick himself up and then climb onto the chair using his legs.

With his back against the chair, his legs didn't even reach the end of the seat! Plus his head was still a good foot from the tabletop.

"Hmm..." Ms. Nelson observed, "I think you're going to need a lift."

"Well, if I stand..." Peter said as he rose to his feet...

"No, no, no..." Ms. Nelson said as she held him by the arm and pushed his little legs out from under him so that he was forced to plop back down on his rear, "We never stand on chairs."

"Oh." Peter replied a little embarassed, "Well, maybe a phonebook."

"We can try." Ms. Nelson said as she went over to a cabinet and retrieved a single thick phonebook. She placed it down next to him and he began to stand up but then stopped himself and sat back down.

"Can I stand up real quick?" Peter asked.

"No, you may not." Ms. Nelson replied as she placed her enormous hands underneath his armpits and lifted him effortlessly onto the phonebook.

"Oh, my. You are still much too low."

"Don't you have any more books?" Peter asked.

"I really don't. But I may have something else."

When Ms. Nelson returned she had a large booster seat in her hand.

"Oh, no. I don't want to sit in that." Peter stated.

"Listen, Peter." Ms. Nelson said as she sat down next to him accentuating his infantile status, "I personally am not even happy about using a booster seat. You are much too little. If you were mine, I would just plop you into a highchair. You would be much more comfortable."

Peter swallowed in horror. A highchair! Without thinking much more, except to know that he did not want to sit in a highchair, Peter said, "Alright, alright. It's ok."

"Fine."

Ms. Nelson lifted Peter off the telephone book, however, instead of putting him down, she opted to set him on her hip while she placed the booster seat on the phonebook with her free hand. Peter tried to make like he didn't notice his predicament and just concentrated on the seat.

"For a 22 year old, you certainly need a lot of caring for." she said as she set him in the seat and pushed him up to the table. His head did clear the table but not by much.

"That's looks very uncomfortable." Ms. Nelson commented.

"I'm fine." Peter replied wishing she would leave him alone.

"Ok." The next thing he knew, Ms. Nelson was placing a towel around his waist and tying him to the chair!

"What are you doing?!" he said trying to turn around.

"I'm just making sure you don't fall. That phone book is very unstable."

"I'll be fine, I don't need this."

His words fell on deaf ears. Ms. Nelson was humming and he just sat in his chair and waited.

After a few minutes, Ms. Nelson placed a plate before him and utensils. Before he could pick up his fork, she was tying a bib around his neck.

"I don't need a bib!" he shouted and tried in vain to untie it.

Ms. Nelson smiled as she sat down and observed his tiny, pudgy hands trying frantically to untie her little knot.

"Bibs do not come off until after eating." she said as she started her meal.

"You don't have a bib." he said.

"I'm not in a booster seat." she replied.

Peter was furious. He tried to forget his situation and eat. She had given him miniature utensils, however, his glass was normal size. As he reached for it, he immediately could see it was too big for him to hold. "This glass is huge. Do you have anything a little smaller?"

"I'm sorry darling. All I have are those and a few baby bottles."

Peter didn't know what to say.

"If you like, I can unscrew the top of the bottle and you can drink straight out of it without using the nipple."

The idea didn't seem that bad to Peter and so, reluctantly, he agreed.

"You really are drinking a lot of soda." Ms. Nelson said.

"This meat is just so salty." Peter replied.

Ms. Nelson smiled, "Yes, I do like my salt."

When the meal was finished and Peter had drank nearly a gallon of soda, Ms. Nelson began clearing the table.

"Can you untie me?" Peter asked.

"One minute, sweetheart."

Peter sat there for about twenty minutes. Finally, Ms. Nelson came and started to clean his hands with a wet rag.

"I can clean myself, thank you." Peter said.

"Of course you can. I keep forgetting that you're a big boy. You just tell me when you want to get down. Ok?"

Peter nodded. He was so embarassed that his chin started to quiver. He managed to regain some composure and after quickly cleaning himself, he said, "I'm ready to get down."

"One minute." Ms. Nelson replied.

Peter's stomach was starting to churn. He really had to take a leak.

After ten minutes, he repeated, "I'm ready to get down."

"Oh yes. Just let me go to my bedroom real quick."

"But...." Peter called as Ms. Nelson raced up the stairs.

Five minutes...ten minutes....twenty minutes...

"Please!" Peter yelled, "I'm ready!"

"One more minute, darling!" Ms. Nelson yelled back.

Peter tried to wriggle free but the movement made his bladder too unsteady to continue. He felt as if he could go any minute...

"Hello."

Peter looked up to see Ms. Nelson's face smiling down at her little captive.

"Oh, Peter. Your little face is all red. And it's still dirty. Oh, we have to clean you before I let you down..."

"Please. Clean later." Peter begged ready to burst.

Ms. Nelson turned on the sink so that Peter could hear the running water.

'No.' Peter thought, 'No."

Ms. Nelson moved very slowly. It took her five minutes to prepare a washrag.

"Here we go." Ms. Nelson returned and began cleaning his face.

Peter was so anxious that his lip started to quiver. He was oblivious to the fact that she had taken to cleaning him like a baby.

"What's wrong darling?" Ms. Nelson asked.

A tear fell from his face.

"Down." he said weakly.

"No. No. No. You come to me." Ms. Nelson said as she untied the towel and lifted Peter up to her chest. The force with which she held him was too much. Peter could hold it no longer. First, a little came out then all his pee was released.

"Oh, no!" Ms. Nelson exclaimed as she realized what was happening. She immediately placed him in the kitchen sink and began removing all his clothes. Having not made in his pants since he was a baby, Peter was distraught. Tears were flowing from his eyes.

"Twenty-two years old. Hmph! Why didn't you tell me?" Ms. Nelson asked as she ran the water.

"I don't know." he said.

"Oh, if you were a child, I'd give you a good spanking for what you did."

Peter just stared in fear. Ms. Nelson saw the scared look on his face and as she looked down at him naked, she was reminded of her baby niece who she would often bathe in the sink. She just stared at him. Peter got nervous and looked away. When he looked back she was still staring.

"Next time, if you have to make, you will tell me." Ms. Nelson said.

Peter just looked away in embarassment.

Fed up, Ms. Nelson reached down and lifted poor Peter up by the waist. With her free hand she smacked his bottom three times, hard.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"When an adult speaks to you, you will respond." she said as she watched a broken Peter cry from the pain as much as from the humiliation.

"Yes." he blubbered.

Ms. Nelson smiled to herself, 'That wasn't so hard.' she thought, 'His reactions are just like those of an infant. My baby boy...'

TO BE CONTINUED...

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