The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of spanking, along with loud cries of pain. The source of the sound was coming from the end of the room, from a cushy pink chair with frilly white trim. This chair was there for a few specific purposes, one of them was for spanking Tom, which is what it was currently being used for. The blue tom cat was naked and straddled over the lap of the black alley cat butch, who was still rhythmically bringing a paddle down onto Tom’s already sore bottom. Tom had a habit of overblowing his screams of pain, and this was no exception.

The chair Tom and Butch were currently occupying was on the far wall of Tom’s nursery. The room was painted a soft pink with all the oversized baby furniture matching this theme. There was a pink changing table along one of the walls and a smattering of baby toys scattered throughout the room. The piece of furniture that somewhat stuck out was the adult sized crib situated on the opposite wall of the changing table. It had a very vintage design. It was large enough to accommodate Tom but it was made of a series of thin gilded metal bars. This room fit Tom’s new role as the Alley Cat’s new baby. One he reluctantly agreed to.

“You clearly have a lack of discipline,” Butch said with a hint of frustration as he rubbed Tom’s sore bottom with the paddle he was just using. “You’re our baby now, and that means you wear diapers. Micheal doesn’t want to keep you locked in your diapers all the time; he says it’s not cute. So, we’re going to have to get you to keep your diapers on with some old-fashioned discipline.”

“I’m sorry,” Tom sniffled. “I just really needed a change. I thought you all were busy. I thought I could do it myself. OOOOOWWWWWOOOOO!” Tom screamed as Butch cut off his excuse with another swat of the paddle.

“Well, you can get that idea out of your head right now. You’re the baby. It’s not your job to worry about when you’re getting your diaper changed.”

“But what if I’m full?”

“Then you’ll leak, but don’t worry we will change you before that.” Butch replied sternly. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe we leave you in a wet or messy diaper because we like it, and it helps you get used to it? Part of being a baby is being kept in diapers clean or not. That’s part of the role you agreed to play when you wanted to stay here.”

“Your right I’m sorry, I won’t take off my diaper again,” Tom sniffled.

“No, you probably will,” Butch said calmly. “And I’ll be here to teach you not to again. It’s part of the fun of being your daddy,” Butch hung the paddle on a small peg board next to the chair that had several similar implements. He switched it out for a cane and began swatting Tom’s thighs with it. “It’s all about discipline and commitment. If we weren’t discipline and committed, we wouldn’t have this house or each other.” Tom was only barely listening to Butch as he winced from the cane strikes. Part of it was because he was distracted by the pain, but the other part is that he had heard this speech probably two hundred times.

He wasn’t entirely wrong though. The alley cats did find themselves into some wealth recently and the result of that was the massive house they lived in, and the nursery Tom spent a lot of his time in. Butch was right, at least a little bit. Butch had ended his speech and placed the cane back in its spot. With the spanking over Butch situated Tom in his lap and hugged him gently allowing him to sob into his shoulder.

“All right all right we’re all done now,” Butch tried to shush Tom. “You did a very good job taking your spankings. Very good baby.” It took a few moments for Tom to calm down enough for Butch to do anything else with him. When Tom’s cries had turned to sniffles, Butch felt he could finally move on.

“Ok let’s get you back in a diaper,” Butch said with a sigh of release. He picked the sniveling Tom up and deposited him on the changing table. Securing him with the changing tables wrist and ankle restraints. Tom had a moment of relief while Butch prepared the new diaper. It was a pink girly print diaper, like most of his diapers. This particular variety was decorated with frills around the butt and leg gatherers.

Tom was taking the moment as a relief from the spanking, not that he could do much else but wiggle when he was tied down to the changing table. Butch got to work wiping down Tom and sliding the diaper under him. With as sore as his bottom was, Tom was thankful for the cushy covering. Butch thought for a moment about applying some soothing cream to his baby’s bright red bottom, but decided against it. Tom needed to learn a lesson after all. The lingering pain cushioned by the soft diaper was a good enough teacher of that lesson. Butch applied powder and taped the diaper snuggly shut. Tom was shocked, however, when Butch didn’t release him.

“I know Micheal doesn’t like them, but since you’re taking your diaper off, I think we need these for today at least,” Butch said with a smirk. With Tom still strapped to the table Butch forced his hands into mittens and his feet into booties, both locked shut. “Those mittens ought to keep you from messing with your diaper, and the little spikes in your booties will keep you from walking like a big kid. Now to finish the look.” Butch then went on to place a thick leather collar around Tom’s neck, and to force a pacifier gag harness around his head. “There. The picture of a compliant baby,” Butch grinned. Tom blushed in humiliation as he was finally released from the changing table, though the freedom was short lived as a leash was clipped on to his collar. “Now let’s see if we can find the others and show off just how obedient you can be.” Tom whimpered behind the pacifier gag. He had been around the other alley cats in plenty of compromising positions already, but he still found it embarrassing when he was paraded around in front of them.

Butch and Tom left the nursery in search of the other alley cats. Tom knew that the spikes in the booties were no joke, so he resigned himself to follow Butch slowly on his hands and knees, crawling like the baby he was supposed to be. The first stop was the alley cat’s shared bedroom, located conveniently right across the hall from Tom’s nursery. Their bedroom was a circular room, with their bed in the middle and the room divided into three sections with each of the cats getting their own section to decorate how they want.

Which section belonged to which cat was obvious to Tom. Butch’s section, for example, was colored with dark black and reds like a stereotypical sex dungeon. Topsy’s section was contrasting with pastels and their walls were decorated with various pieces of art from a myriad of fetish artists. Compared to the other two, Micheal's section looked normal. It was a simple soft beige with a small reading nook. The room was also currently devoid of any of the alley cats. Butch had been going at Tom for a while and the others had probably already started their day in the meantime.

With the bedroom empty Butch made a bit of a show about taking Tom around the rest of the large house on his “morning walkies” The two walked through the mansion’s indoor garden, through the large foyer, and through multiple bonus and guest rooms that had no chance of housing the other alley cats. Finally, they entered the dining room where the two other alley cats Micheal and Topsy were having breakfast.

“There you are Butch,” Topsy spoke up seeing the two enter the room. “I figured you were probably having fun with the baby this morning,” Topsy giggled upon seeing Tom crawl in behind Butch.

“Yeah, I went to check on her and she had taken her diaper off and was trying to change herself,” Butch explained. Tom was dying of embarrassment behind him.

“What a silly baby girl,” Topsy giggled.

“You don’t need to be worried about changing your diapers Tom,” Micheal added in. “Your mommy and daddies will take care of that for you.”

“I think her additions this morning are plenty cute,” Topsy chimed in. “Baby reins would be more on theme for a baby though.”

“But not nearly as fun,” Butch countered. “I’m loving the dress by the way.” Topsy blushed and gave a small bow. The dress was a simple blue with a rainbow across the bodice. It was modestly long as well, with the skirt falling neatly below Topsy’s knees. “Did Meathead make breakfast?”

“Micheal,” the dark brown cat corrected sternly.

“Micheal,” Butch apologized with a blush. “Sorry old habits.”

“Old habits that you’re passing on to the baby,” Micheal huffed. “If she starts calling me Meathead I’m blaming you.”

“Just keep the paci gag in and you won’t have to worry about it,” Butch offered.

“She shouldn’t be doing anything but babbling and cooing anyway,” Topsy added. “She is supposed to be a baby after all.”

“Good point my love,” Butch smiled. “Why don’t you give us a sample babble Tom?” Butch asked. Tom sank lower into himself, trying to disappear. Butch yanked on his leash in response. “That wasn’t a request, Tom. Give your mommy a good babble or I’ll grab your paddle again.” Tom had to fight through waves of embarrassment but the threat of the paddle pushed him on.”

“Ba! Ga! Boo! Ga!” Tom yelled his baby babble through the pacifier gag as best he could. Dying from embarrassment and turning a new shade of red with each babble loudly uttered.

“Aww absolutely adorable,” Topsy sang. “What a cute baby.” Tom started to shrink again and sniffled at the embarrassment.

“Aww see now you've got her crying again,” Micheal sighed.

“Babies do that Micheal, and Tom’s our baby now,” Topsy reminded.

“Still, you two can be a little more gentle.” Both Butch and Topsy looked at each other and smirked.

“I’ll go lock put our little trouble maker in her time out chair, then join you guys for breakfast,” Butch said with a smile. Tom whimpered at the implication. He was hungry too and the large portion of bacon, sausage, and eggs looked appetizing.

“I think the little baby wants big girl food," Topsy teased noting Tom's expression.

"She lost that privilege when she decided to be a bad baby this morning," Butch replied with a look at Tom who shrunk away from the gaze.

“I’ll be in your nursery in a bit to give a bottle and baby food sweetie.” Micheal soothed the worried Tom. “Butch, can you leave the baby in her baby swing instead of the time out chair. I’d like her to be a little calmer when I feed her.” Butch nodded in a smile of surrender.

“Whatever you say my dear.” Butch moved to Micheal and planted a kiss on Micheal’s forehead, before moving to Topsy and doing the same. Tom had time to think as he was slowly walked back to the nursery that was his new home. Humiliating rituals like today had become normal for him during his stay here, yet he still never got used to them. He was paraded around, teased, and mocked all in a paradoxically loving way. The alley cats had only gotten more confusing with their wealth.

Butch finally lead Tom back into his nursery and to the baby swing Micheal had mentioned, a device which was situated next to his crib. It was a large dipped cloth seat with a juvenile happy flower and sun pattern and a sturdy crotch strap to keep Tom secure. Butch helped Tom inside and secured the strap around Tom’s diaper. Tom always thought that this strap purposefully kept his diaper pushed against his body, reminding him more than normal of its presence. Because it was Butch putting him in it, Tom’s wrist and ankles were secured into the matching restrains at the sides and bottom of the seat. Tom was left helpless in the seat with his arms secured by his side and his legs kept spread apart. Thankfully the design of the seat kept this position from being too uncomfortable.

With Tom secure in place Butch attached the final piece of the chair, a thin rod with several toys and rattles attached that was suspended above Tom while he was in the seat. Normally it would be at the perfect height for Tom to absentmindedly bat at the toys with his hands, but his hands were currently bound by his sides. The only reason Butch attached the toys was that one of the toys was a small mirror, that he turned to face Tom with a smirk. It gave Tom a full view of himself stuck helplessly like the baby he was now.

“See you soon sweeite,” Butch teased as he left the nursery.

Tom groaned as he was left alone. He gave a brief but futile struggle against the restraints that were as stern as ever. In his struggle, and with the crotch strap keeping his diaper pressed firmly against his body, Tom felt a familiar sensation growing underneath the diaper. He was getting hard; it would have been obvious if the crotch strap wasn't covering the results. He had to stop and instead focus on suckling the pacifier. He didn't want to know what would happen if he kept struggling, he wasn't ready to handle what getting off to this would say about himself, not to mention the trouble he would likely be in next time he had his diaper changed and a caregiver found the evidence. It wasn't long after he stopped that Tom settled into a typical bored wait. He hadn’t been here long but he had already gotten used to being left in his baby seat, his crib, or the bouncer in the living room when one of the alley cats wasn’t directly supervising them. Which was fairly often because the polycule was very in love with each other and often snuck away for their own fun and games.

Tom looked at himself in the tiny mirror and wondered, as he often did, if this was all really worth it. When Tom asked the alley cats for a place to stay, he through their request was pretty weird. They wanted him to be their polycule’s adult baby. Tom didn’t know then what all that position entailed, but the offer was too good to pass up. They offered him free room and board just to play the part. Tom would have done almost anything for that in this economy. He couldn’t have predicted that this is what he was signing up for. As he thought back to his anxiety inducing job and apartment hunting, some humiliation and bondage didn’t sound so bad. Plus, in the very back of his mind, the treatment he was getting was starting to grow on him. The only now subsiding tent in his diaper was proof of that. The alley cats wouldn’t have asked him to play baby if there wasn’t fun to be had after all. Tom shook the thoughts away and focused instead of the sensation of impatient hunger. Even if it was going to be a baby bottle of milk and mushy baby food, Tom was eager for Micheal to bring him some food.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a commission I did. First and what might be a 4 part series playing off of the episode of tom and jerry that we all remember to explore different parts of abdl. Pretty neat and it's just a reminder that I do do commissions. Hope you all enjoy.