Allison knew she was in trouble the instant she walked in the front door; before she could even cross the threshold, or even see her brooding babysitter waiting in the front hall, the piercing tirade hit her.
“ALLISON BETTY SONG! YOU WERE GROUNDED, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? I SAID STRAIGHT HOME FROM DAYCARE. STRAIGHT HOME! NO EXCUSES, REMEMBER? FIRST YOU THROW A FIT OVER CLEANING YOUR ROOM, AND NOW YOU’RE *AN HOUR* LATE FROM SCHOOL?! OK…YEP, I THINK WE NEED SOME CORNER TIME. LET’S GO!”
Shocked, Allison could only stare as her jaw slowly slacked and eyes started to water. It wasn’t her fault! There was a puppy she just *HADDA* pet: it was soooo alone! And there were flowers she just *HADDA* smell: they were so close! And she just *HADDA* play one last game of tag: everyone else was playing! Allison felt trapped, she felt confused: what else could she have done!? Ashamed and tear-eyed, she let her babysitter’s hand guide her through the house as she mumbled excuses about puppies, and flowers, and tag…
“…mmhm…ok…Allison, SHH! I said no whining. Your Mommy and Daddy said you needed to listen to me while they were gone, and I said you were grounded. And being grounded means you DON’T get to have fun: that’s what being grounded means. You need to learn to listen, Allison, so you’re going to stand in the naughty corner and think about what you did for a FULL hour.”
As the babysitter’s hand left hers, Allison turned from the confines of the naughty corner to face her au pair, whining desperately, hoping for any reprieve from her sentence. Vision blurred from sobbing, Allison watched the au pair move towards the nursery stereo, immediately pausing her tantrum.
The hypnotic nursery music, layered with powerful subliminal regression tracks, had proven extremely effective on Allison: within 6 months of nightly treatment the tracks had transformed her from an aggressively rebellious partier to a well-adjusted student at the local adult daycare. Even her thick daytime diapers no longer seemed to bother her. Timeout still bothered her though, and now Allison was extremely bothered. More than that, watching the babysitter insert the “Potty Tape” into the Kitty shaped speakers, Allison was worried. She knew what THAT tape did, and she knew how LONG an hour was, and, worse, she knew it wasn’t changies until AFTER naptime. Resigned, Allison stared at her au pair as the sickly sweet ambiance began to sound, fidgiting as the babysitter turned to leave the room.
“OK Allison, when the BABY music stops playing timeout is over. Remember, it’s spankings if you leave that corner for ANY reason…and you BETTER keep that nose in the corner the WHOLE time, Missy.”
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