Lawsuits and Mobiles(OPEN advanced RP, paragraphs only please)

[dontyouloveyourmommy]

"Yes baby boy, if you are naughty, they will be spanking you, just like Daddy would. And there will be other punishments as well," Jason told them. He noticed the happiness on the former lawyer's face. He was enjoying some of this. He kept smiling and suckling on his thumb. It was becoming quite clear that even though he didn't want to be kidnapped, he didn't mind being Daddy's baby boy. He could even tell that he had a crush on the two nannies that stood before him. This would work out quite nicely.

[marxthebaby]

Miles allowed Daddy to rub his face clean, and let out a joyous little coo when his Daddy mentioned that these men would spank him if he was naughty. He pouted childishly when he was informed that he couldn't go outside, and cooed, "Okay, Daddy." With a smile, he allowed his abductor to tickle him and kiss his lips, giggling cutely like a good little baby. This was almost like a dream come true, though he still hadn't asked to be kidnapped and thrust into this life, and he couldn't wait until he discovered what his other punishments were.

[dontyouloveyourmommy]

Marcus spun around. "What the hell is wrong with you?!?" He bellowed. He grabbed the boy by his ankles and held him upside down, swatting his bottom several times. "You are not all better! And now you can guarantee when you go outside, it won't be for happy reasons. Those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes don't work on me."

[marxthebaby]

Miles flinched the minute the larger man screamed in his ear, grabbed him by his ankles, and hung him upside down before administering a stinging series of slaps to his diapered bottom. He was ready to apologize and beg for forgiveness when he was smacked across the face so hard he was sent flying into the wall. As he crumpled to the ground and sobbed, the man hefted him up, flinging him over his broad shoulder like the baby he appeared to be. Before he could so much as scream, or beg for forgiveness, the diapered baby was carried downstairs and handed over to an angry Daddy. The sniveling baby shivered and clutched his aching cheek, stunned into silence.

Miles couldn't speak; he could only cradle his head in his hands as Daddy screamed his name, throwing him over his knee. He didn't struggle, because he knew it wouldn't do him any good; he just cried and whimpered as his sleeper was removed. Before the diaper came off, his fear compelled him to soak it thoroughly with his pee-pee, and he began to tremble, sobbing and holding his head in his hands. He sobbed pathetically as he was spanked, and wailed between smacks to his tender bottom, frightened by this harsh display of anger. The screaming just made him feel worse; he covered his ears and trembled, crying like a little baby as his Daddy informed him that he wasn't allowed to leave his crib by himself. Miles counted the spanks in his head, whimpering with every brutal smack, and the end finally came.

Sobbing and red-faced, the baby boy just cried and cried, staring at the blurry pictures with tear-filled eyes. When asked what the pictures were of, he stammered out, "Baby." and nodded in agreement when told he wasn't a big boy. Unable to say much else, the wounded former adult repeated a babyish song to himself in a whisper, allowing his Daddy to redress him in his wet diaper and dry sleeper, "Imma little teapot, short

[dontyouloveyourmommy]

Jason was confused as Miles sang to himself, then he figured it was probably his weird way of calming down, just like a little boy might do. He was whispering it and wasn't trying to be annoying, so he let it slide. Once he put him in the crib, he could see the baby's face more clearly. He gasped. "What happened to your face?!?" He thundered. He took his face into his hands and examined it. "Oh my God! Did Marcus do this to you?!?" He laid a kiss to the bleeding and bruised face. While he was one for punishment, he didn't want to be this abusive! After all, Miles was supposed to be a baby. No one would ever dare do this to a real baby. He scooped him up and smelt the shit, but ignored it for the moment. He carried his son downstairs and grabbed an ice pack, which was shaped like a ducky. "Here baby boy, you keep this on your face." He put it to his face and turned to Henry.

[marxthebaby]

(I hope this is good)