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After an early morning full of pain spent in and out of the bathroom, I left that place and made my way to the bed for what I hoped would be the last time for a while... But of course, I'd thought the same thing last time too. My Mommy looked up as I entered the room, smiling sweetly at me, but I could also see looked tired, and worried.
"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"
"I 'unno... My sides still hurt but I think the pooping is done now maybe." I sighed and laid down next to Mommy, making sure to rest flat on my back. She reached over and started gently stroking my hair, which made my heart rate calm down a little.
"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, I know diarrhea is never any fun. But you can just rest your body now, my love. Mommy called off work to take care of you."
I looked up at her and felt bad that she'd had to do so, but that thought was quickly pushed aside as I sat up in a panic. "I-I gotta, I'm s'posed to-"
Mommy placed a finger to my lips, bringing my frantic babbling to a stop. "It's okay, I already called Rhea and let her know you'd have to stay at home today. You just lay back down and rest now, alright?"
I felt my face flush in embarrassment knowing that we were both missing work cause of my getting sick, but I nodded and laid down once more.
"Good girl~" Mommy's praise felt nice, and the comfortable sensation flowed through my body, pushing the pain away even just partly. "Now, are you feeling nauseated as well?"
I shrugged. "Kinda? Not really?"
"Hmm... Well, do you think you feel well enough to try eating something?"
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded. I really wasn't feeling that sick in that way, and besides, I always liked breakfast, especially when Mommy was making it for me. "I can eat, yuh."
"I think that would be a good idea, sweetie. We don't want you to end up nauseated from a lack of eating, that's quite a nasty loop to escape from." She stood up, sliding her phone into her pocket and looked back at me. "I'll go prepare that for you, and just for today, you can eat in bed. If you need me for anything, just call or text me, okay?"
"Okay Mommy. Thank you!" I felt kinda excited about the thought of eating in bed. That was always against the rules, cause Mommy said I would get the bed dirty, but I knew I could be careful. Maybe if I was clean enough she would even let me do it again in th-
I clutched at my tummy as my thought got cut off by the return of the awful cramping. I whimpered and looked in the direction of the bathroom, wondering whether I'd have to make another trip there, when the pain subsided just as quickly as it had arrived. I sighed in relief, and then spent the next minutes just letting my thoughts wander. I wondered whether Rhea would be mad at me for getting sick. Then I was wondering about whether the people Mommy worked for would be mad at her. I hoped not, cause she was just being a good Mommy. And then I thought again about how I was happy that Mommy was gonna let me eat in bed. After that though, I spaced out a bit, and realized I was getting bored. I looked around and saw our iPad on the table charging, so I stood up to get it.
Of course right as I was picking it up, Mommy came back into the room with my food. She looked upset when she started talking. "Emma, dear, what are you doing?"
"I got bored waiting so I was getting the iPad so I could-"
"Didn't I tell you to text me if you needed something?"
"Uhm, you did, but I-"
"No buts, you know that. You're supposed to be resting right now." She cut me off again, her voice stern. "Now get back in bed. I'll get the iPad set up for you after you eat."
I huffed as I set it on the table and moved back to laying down. I didn't get why it was such a big deal, I had already been constantly walking around to go between here and the toilet.
"No complaining now, alright? Rest is important," she moved to sit down on the bed next to me, "especially for little girls like you." She teased, poking me on the nose. I couldn't help but giggle whenever she did that, and I forgot about whatever I was annoyed about a second ago.
"How about you start eating now?" She handed me a plate. On it lie some banana slices, a couple toasts, and a bowl with applesauce and a spoon. I looked at it again, confirming that that was everything, then over at Mommy, letting my confused expression ask the question for me. "This is part of the 'BRAT' diet. It stands for bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast. It helps your body when you're struggling with nausea or diarrhea to feel better faster." She paused a moment, looking away. "My mom would always ensure I'd stick to it whenever I got sick, so I thought I'd keep passing on the tradition to my own little one." Our eyes met as she turned once more, with her giggling cutely.
I giggled too, for different reason. "That's a funny name for the diet."
"Yes, it is quite fitting for you, isn't it my little brat?"
I nodded, then as I started eating the applesauce, I realized something important was missing from the plate. "Mommy, I think they should make it be the 'CAT' diet instead."
"And what's that one mean?"
"It's for cookies and applesauce and toasts! Cause I don't really like banana or rice that much but I like the other two, and I gotta have my morning cookie too!"
"That does also sound fitting for you, but I do think it's best if we skip the cookie this morning sweetie. It might just make you more sick."
I dropped the spoon at this new information. No cookie today? "I nuh wanna eat then!" I pushed the plate across the blanket atop my body, sliding it onto my legs.
"Careful, don't spill it!" Mommy quickly reached over to grab it, resting it back in my lap. "And, I need you to keep eating. Like I said, you need to-"
"No! I wan' my cookie!" I interrupted, demanding the sweet.
"Emma, stop that, or..."
"Nuh uh!" I whined. "Gimme my cookie Mommy!"
"Bad girls don't get cookies, and neither do sick girls. You need to drop this attitude, Emma. Now eat the food you've been given, and don't ask about the cookie again, or I'll have to punish you."
Normally when I was bad and got a punishment Mommy would spank me or put me in time out, but I knew she wouldn't do any of that to me today, so I decided I was gonna push until I got my cookie anyways. "No! Gimme cookie now! I want cookie!" I swung my arms in frustration, hitting the bed and shaking the plate resting in my lap.
"Emma!" Mommy shouted angrily, startling me. "That's enough complaining out of you. You will eat the food here, and you will not be having a cookie today, or for the rest of the week for being a bad girl."
"But-"
"If you continue to insist, I'll make it a month instead."
I gulped nervously. That was not a fun punishment at all. I looked down at my lap dejectedly, the plate still laying there, the food all untouched, and I gave in. "Okay Mommy, I'm sorry. I'll eat now."
When thinking about the cookies I wasn't gonna get to have for the next week, I decided that spanking would have been a lot nicer, actually...
— — —
I had finished eating earlier, and while I was feeling physically mostly fine aside from the occasional cramping and gas, I was bored as heck. Mommy had not let me watch anything on the iPad until the afternoon cause of me being bad.
I looked to the side, hoping to see something interesting. Mommy was on her laptop next to me, typing some boring looking things that I assumed were for her job. The iPad still lay charging on the table.
On the other side of the room was nothing new, aside from the plate from the morning on my bedside table. I sighed again at my lost cookies, and then found my mind wandering to my usual punishments. Mommy was never usually very mean, with my punishments often ending up being not that bad cause she didn't like to make me sad. And she had already punished me once today, so surely, if I were to do something bad, she wouldn't actually make it a month right?
An idea came to me suddenly, and I decided it was worth the risk to test the punishment limits while fixing my boredom. I looked over at Mommy again and she was still typing stuff, so I told her that I needed to go to the bathroom again. She looked up at me with a sad expression, but nodded her understanding. I felt a lil bad to lie and make her worry like that, but the plan was already underway.
I got up and, after checking again that she'd gone back to her work, I snuck to the table where I quietly grabbed the iPad. Then I clutched it close to my chest and left the room, going out and over to the bathroom. I giggled to myself as I closed and locked the door, turning on the iPad and picking out a show to watch as I sat down on the floor mat.
— — —
I was deep in focus, enjoying my show, when I heard Mommy's voice at the door. "You okay in there little one?"
I quickly paused the video and called back "Y-Yea!"
"It's just, you've been in there a long time, so I was worried."
"I'm okie!" I insisted.
"Alright, good." She said, then went quiet. I waited for 30 seconds or so, listening for steps, and when I'd heard a few, I hit play again.
However it was only seconds later that her voice was at the door again. "What's that sound? Are you doing something?"
"N-Nuh!" I knew my lie was never very convincing, and I laughed nervously.
"You know Emma, I saw that the iPad was gone. Do you know where it might be?"
For some reason I couldn't help but giggle as I responded. "N-No idea! I'm not su-ure!"
"You're sure? You know good girls tell the truth, right?"
"Yea!" I giggled again. I knew there was no way out of this, but I was proud of getting away with it for a bit, and I knew that I'd be safe from punishment 'till I left the room.
"Mhmm... So if I were to come in, perhaps..." The doorknob started moving, before the door suddenly swung open and I was face to face with my mommy, who was grinning smugly down at me. "I wouldn't find my naughty little girl holding the iPad, would I?"
I covered my mouth in surprise as my cheeks went red. I didn't know Mommy could pick locks like that. Then I remembered her question, and I moved the iPad behind me, holding it to my back with one hand. "N-Nuh uh! No iPad here!"
She rolled her eyes, still smirking as she kneeled down, reaching behind me and pulling the iPad from my hands. "And how do you care to explain this then?"
I stared at the iPad, and at her, my face twisting as I tried to find some excuse, to little success. "Oh! H-How that get there? I-I 'unno..."
She shook her head, then reached with her empty hand to grab my pyjama shirt collar, standing us both back up. "Now, you little brat, you're gonna come with me back to bed, where you are going to take a nap."
"But I'm not sleepy..."
"Do you remember me asking if you are sleepy?"
I shook my head no.
"Then what's the problem?"
I blushed again, answering properly. "No problem Mommy. I'll nap now."
"There you go. You were supposed to be resting, you know. But you spent all that time sitting on the floor, so now you need to make up for it by sleeping." She led the both of us back to the bed and when I was up onto the bed, she put my sheep plushie between my arms and then tucked me in comfy under the blanket. "No more mischief for you. Just be a good girl for Mommy and go to sleep now, okay?"
I responded only with a shy nod, and she kissed my forehead in return. I closed my eyes, and despite my claims of not being sleepy, I found my thoughts quickly turning to mush as it all blurred together and I drifted off to sleep...