Chapter Text
“Will.”
Sunlight streams through the room, bright and cheerful.
“William, it’s time to wake up.”
Will groans softly and rolls over.
“Come now, don’t be fussy, it’s time for your morning bottle.” Hannibal chides gently, pinching Will’s rear to waken him.
He undoes the side of his crib and pulls Will into his arms and carrying him to the changing pad, laying him out.
“Stay still, I’ll be right back with your bottle.”
In the meantime he attaches his binky gag and let’s him suck on the teat.
When he returns he attaches the bottle so Will has to consume all it’s contents while he undoes his sleeper. Will blushes as Hannibal undoes his diaper.
Hannibal had forced on him this entire baby treatment once Will had confessed to him that he had developed nocturnal incontinence with his night terrors, and tonight was no different than any other. He blinks back tears of shame and closes his eyes, tipping his head back to focus on the sweet warm milk in his bottle instead of his humiliation.
Hannibal patiently replaces his diaper and clothes, slapping away Will’s hands when they flutter over, trying to prevent him from replacing the thick nappy, but Hannibal firmly insists.
After that he is allowed to watch animal planet or cartoons for a while, which he does happily until Hannibal finishes his own breakfast and coffee and brings him to the bathroom, having him sit on the toilet so he doesn’t have to use his nappy, something Will is eternally grateful for. Then it was to the living room to sit on the couch.
“Now Will, it’s time for your morning spanking.”
Will whimpered and fussed, trying to pull away, but Hannibal held him fast.
“Now Will, it is very important during the adolescent years to receive spankings daily to keep a fussy child obedient and to enforce remembering your place. That means every day you have a spanking in the morning, a nap time spanking, and a bedtime spanking, as well as additional spankings if you have bad behavior. Throwing a fit will only worsen the spanking and make it long and hard, so it is in your best interest to be a good boy through this.” Hannibal reaches for him and grabs him, guiding him to stand in front of him facing away while Hannibal undoes his diaper and lets it slide to the floor. Will blushes and puts his knees together, pulling down on his shirt to try to cover his groin, humiliated.
“No shielding yourself. Come now, on my lap.”
With an ashamed blush Will crawls onto Hannibal’s lap and lays down on the pillow that elevates his rear.
“That’s it baby, very good. A regular routine is very important to little boys, and I must be strict.” Hannibal rubs his bared bottom gently with his hand, spreading his cheeks to examine his shaved, clean hole for a moment before bringing his hand down hard.
“Thirty five should do it nicely for now.”
~
By the time Hannibal has finished, tears are streaming down Will’s face as he sobs in pain, his ass a warm red and throbbing painfully. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing that was throbbing.
Hannibal has him lay back to put his diaper back on and Will is unable to hide is fat erection jutting out proudly from between his legs. Hannibal chides him, frowning.
“No no, that won’t do at all. Your little dick should not get hard because of the spanking, you should not be enjoying it, and you need to be nice and limp for your diaper. Look at you, dripping all over yourself!”
Will closes his eyes in shame, desperately trying to will his erection away.
“Does this usually happen during or after spankings?”
Will shakes his head vigorously, but Hannibal merely raises an eyebrow.
“The thing about your little cock is that he is very expressive, and /he/ never lies.”
Will blushes deeply as Hannibal bends down to address his leaking dick.
“Now, do I need to get the paddle?”
Will’s dick twitches eagerly at the thought and Hannibal shakes his head.
“No, it seems that will only worsen the problem. The riding crop, perhaps.”
Will freezes in fear and his erection droops slightly.
“There we go. A riding crop for your naptime spanking it is. It is very important we break this habit of yours as soon and as clearly as possible.”
“Nnnn!!” Will cries out from behind his pacifier gag, tears pricking in his eyes. He pulls at Hannibal’s sleeve with desperation, pleading with his eyes.
“No, Will, we will do it later before naptime.”
Will’s head droops and he weakly takes Hannibal’s hand to be led to his play area until lunch.
~
He almost manages to forget by the time lunch rolls around, and doesn’t shy away as much when Hannibal brings him his midday bottle and checks his diaper. When he discovers Will is still nice and clean he buckles the bottle to his pacifier gag and waits until he has finished the warm milk before speaking. He pulls the bottle out and sets it aside before picking Will up and laying him over his shoulder.
After his crying jag earlier and having a warm, full tummy, Will is starting to drift off to sleep in Hannibal’s arms before he is layed across Hannibal’s knees again, this time on the edge of Hannibal’s bed, and realizes what is happening. He tries to squirm but Hannibal holds him down easily, pulling his diaper halfway down his legs to trap them and pushing down on his back. Will really starts to squirm when he sees Hannibal has the thick wooden paddle with holes drilled into it, a truly painful spanking device only second to the riding crop in Hannibal’s house. Hannibal did not permit whips.
Fifteen solid hits with the paddle on Will’s already raw bum has him choking on his tears quietly in Hannibal’s lap as they stream down his face.
/Maybe if I’m good he’ll forget about the riding crop,/ he tells himself silently, but Hannibal turns him onto his back and sees that once again his dick is stiff and wet.
“This won’t do at all, Will. Daddy is going to have to correct this at once.”
This time Hannibal has to bind Will’s arms above this head, on his back on Hannibal’s bed before he can begin the therapy. He oils the riding crop carefully, watching Will thrash futiley in his binding before drawing the crop up the short fat length of his swollen dick and making Will freeze in fear.
“Twenty-five lashes to your naughty dick to start with, I think.”
Will begs behind his gag as Hannibal brings the wicked tip of the crop down across the head of his cock, rearing back to land another across his length.
~
After twenty-five strokes Will is weeping from the blistering pain radiating from his groin. Hannibal sets down the crop to admire his work as Will gasps for breath. He undoes his gag to let him breathe easier and Will sobs and whimpers with every painful throb of his little cock.
Hannibal lays out his diaper and wraps him back up in it, humming softly to himself.
“Look at you, all nice and limp for your diaper. Perfect.” He praises lightly, patting Will’s soft dick reassuringly, even that gentle touch causing Will to cry out in agony. Hannibal unbinds him and holds him for a moment, feeling Will shivering uncontrollably in his arms, stroking his face softly to soothe him. Will takes in gasping, shuddering breaths and sobs. “Do you want Winston?” Will nods, choking out another sob and curling in on himself. Hannibal gives him his stuffed dog and he clutches it to his chest. Hannibal smiles and taps his leg impatiently. “What do we say baby?” “Th-thankyou.” Will whimpers out, still shaking hard. Hannibal sighs and pulls up on his legs, raising his bum enough that he can shove a soft towel under him and rolls back, spreading a thin layer of cooling cream onto his groin as Will hiccups and sobs in pain. “Relax baby, it’s okay. Lift your legs.” He gently spreads some on his rear before wrapping him up in a nappy and carrying him back to his crib to lay him down. He wipes Will’s face with a baby wipe gently and turns on his mobile.
“Now I know that was very unpleasant for you, but you have to learn. Hopefully we won’t have to repeat this, will we?”
Will shakes his head frantically and Hannibal smiles, pinching his cheek.
“Sleep tight.”