Part 1

Bree sat up in her crib and looked at the perimeter of the window’s shade. It was a sunny day out and she hoped Mummy Bridgit would take her to the playground.

“How’s my little munchkin this morning?” Without hearing a sound from her baby girl, Mummy Bridgit wedged her hand between Bree’s yellow plastic pants and pink nappy to confirm her suspicions. Bree has soaked the nappy all the way through-and this pleased Mummy.

“Mum-mum-mum-mum!!!” Bree was so excited to see her Mummy and held out her arms for Bridgit to pick her up and carry her onto the changing table. Once placed on the mat, Mummy removed Bree’s stained T-shirt and drenched plastic pants and nappy.

“We’re gonna get baby all cleaned up! We have such a big day ahead of us." Bree stared at her Mummy and wondered what she had up her sleeve. Mummy always thought of fun things to keep baby occupied. Bree suddenly became excited and thought about the park and sat up on the table.

“No, no sweetie, Mummy’s not done yet. Lie down please munchkin. Bree did as she was told and Mummy took a wide leather canvas strap from the side of the table and fastened it over Bree’s chest. To make sure Bree wouldn’t be tempted to remove it, Mummy took the mittens out of the drawer and formed her baby’s hands into fists and covered them with the soft material. Inside it was soft, and outside was thick rubber which could confine anyone’s fists into helpless stumps. Bridgit popped a light blue dummy in Baby Bree’s mouth and looked at her firmly.

“This is to keep you safe honey.” She kissed Bree on the binky and began to dress her. Finally, much to Bree’s relief, they headed downstairs for breakfast.

“Hun-wee Muma. Pease.”

“You hungry girly girl?” Bree held out her arms to Mummy and was lifted into the high chair. Once Bree’s back was all the way against the chair back, Mummy began to fasten the straps around her precious darling. Two shoulder straps came tightly over Bree’s shoulders and were fed into a very tight hip strap. A loud click was heard and Bree looked down against her chest as her Mummy fasted both shoulder straps together at Bree’s armpit level. Bree went to loosen the shoulder straps with her pathetic mitten-confined hands and found it was impossible to loosen any straps, especially since they were so tight against her body. Bree then strained forward using all of her strength, and again she was disappointed.

“No squirming. Babies who make any attempt at escape will be very sorry.” Bree outstretched her arms towards Mummy, but Mummy just placed her baby’s wrists into fur-lined cuffs onto the green tray.Once her wrists were immobilized at the sides of the tray, Mummy adjusted the tray to make sure it was snug against Bree’s abdominal area so it was more confining. Mummy then slid the tray’s bar between Bree’s legs until it couldn’t budge any more against her diapered crotch.

“Mmmf.” Bree looked at Mummy.

“Now baby is all ready for cereal and milk!”