Chapter 65: tylers punishment part 3

Jordan sighed dramatically, grabbing Tyler by the wrist and pulling him off the couch. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up, stinky."

Tyler groaned in frustration. "Do you have to do it?" he whined.

Jordan grinned. "Miss Harper asked me, so I guess that means yes. Besides, we wouldn’t want you sitting in that mess for too long, would we?" He gave Tyler a playful nudge toward the stairs.

With a heavy sigh, Tyler shuffled along, his heavily soiled diaper sagging with each step. His face was beet red, and he muttered under his breath the whole way up to the bathroom. Jordan found it hard not to laugh at his obvious embarrassment but did his best to keep a straight face as he guided Tyler into the room.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Mrs. Faulkner's phone began to ring. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. It was Tyler’s parents.

“Hello?” she answered cheerfully.

“Hi, Mrs. Faulkner,” Tyler’s mother said warmly. “We were wondering if you’d be able to watch Tyler for the next week. His father and I are heading out of town for our anniversary, and we’d really appreciate the help.”

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. “Oh, of course. In fact, Jordan is upstairs changing him as we speak.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry… what?” Tyler’s father finally asked, his voice laced with confusion. “Did you just say ‘changing him’?”

Mrs. Faulkner smirked. “Yes, you heard me right. Tyler got himself into a bit of trouble today, so I decided to teach him a lesson about empathy. Let’s just say he’s been spending the day in diapers, getting a taste of what it’s like for the boys he thought it was funny to tease.”

Tyler’s mother let out a small gasp. “Oh my… you’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” Mrs. Faulkner replied. “And I must say, he’s certainly learned a lesson in humility.”

There was a brief silence before both of Tyler’s parents burst out laughing.

“I love it,” his father said between chuckles. “That boy has had this coming for a long time.”

“I completely agree,” his mother added. “We’ve been trying to get him to understand empathy for years. If this is what it takes, then by all means, continue.”

Mrs. Faulkner grinned. “Oh, I fully intend to.”

Back upstairs, Tyler was lying on the changing mat, his face burning as Jordan worked on getting him cleaned up.

“I hate this,” Tyler muttered, covering his face with his hands.

Jordan finished changing Tyler and then patted his leg. "Okay, bud go grab a new onesie and meet us downstairs so we can get you dressed."

Tyler, desperate to avoid further humiliation, quickly grabbed a onesie from the pile, hoping it wasn’t as embarrassing as the last one. He darted downstairs and handed it to Mrs. Faulkner, his face still red with embarrassment.

Mrs. Faulkner unfolded the onesie and let out a loud laugh. It was a bright purple onesie with bold white lettering across the chest that read, "I Pooped Myself #Awkward" with two thumbs pointing up.

Tyler’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as Jordan burst out laughing beside him. "Oh man, Tyler, you really know how to pick ‘em!"

Mrs. Faulkner wiped a tear from her eye. "Well, isn’t that just adorable? Let’s get you dressed, sweetheart."

Tyler groaned, knowing there was no escaping his fate.

Just then, Jordan smirked at Tyler. "Oh, and by the way, your parents called."

Tyler’s stomach dropped. "About what?"

Mrs. Faulkner smiled. "They wanted to let me know they’ll be gone for a week and asked if I could keep an eye on you. Of course, I said yes, and I also told them everything."

Tyler’s face went white. "You didn’t…"

"Oh, I did," Mrs. Faulkner confirmed. "And they completely agree with my actions. In fact, they said to keep you in diapers all week."

Jordan let out a low whistle. "Looks like you’re stuck, buddy."

Tyler groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands. The next week was going to be the most humiliating of his life.

Mrs. Faulkner then said, "Okay, Tyler, lay down so we can put you in your onesie."

Tyler's eyes darted around in panic before he suddenly tried to bolt. But before he could take more than a step, Jordan swiftly grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Aht ahh, buddy. Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this one."

Mrs. Faulkner chuckled. "Now, be a good boy and put your arms in. Let’s get you dressed properly."

Tyler clenched his jaw and kept his arms at his sides, refusing to comply.

Mrs. Faulkner's voice grew firmer. "Tyler, arms in."

Still, he refused.

Mrs. Faulkner sighed and gave him a knowing look. "Alright, young man. Either you put your arms in and we get this onesie on the easy way, or I can turn you over my knee. Your choice."

Tyler gulped, his face burning as he weighed his options. Jordan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I'd do what she says, dude."

With a defeated sigh, Tyler begrudgingly lifted his arms, allowing Mrs. Faulkner to slip the onesie over his head and snap it securely in place. Jordan patted his back with a grin. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Tyler muttered under his breath, knowing there was no way out of his predicament. Mrs. Faulkner smiled. "Good boy. Now, let's get you settled in. You've got a long week ahead of you."

She then turned to Jordan and asked, "Would you like to stay here and help out with Tyler? Miss Harper and I could use a babysitter for him tomorrow while the boys are at therapy."

Jordan grinned. "Absolutely. Sounds like fun."

Tyler groaned again, knowing that his embarrassment was far from over.

Mrs. Faulkner nodded. "Great. I'll get the spare mattress set up for you. As for Tyler, can you bring in Jake’s old crib? It’s in the garage."

Jordan laughed. "You got it."

As Jordan headed to the garage, something caught his eye. Miss Harper's Impala sat parked inside, gleaming under the dim garage lights. He grinned. "Sweet ride."

Then, a thought hit him. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his pictures until he found the one he was looking for—an old image of the same Impala. But in front of it stood Jake, Alex, Miss Harper… and two familiar faces.

Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.

His eyes widened as he stared at the photo, realization dawning on him. "Wait a minute..."

Just then, Miss Harper walked into the garage, stopping when she saw Jordan staring at the car and his phone. "Something wrong, Jordan?" she asked curiously.

Jordan turned to Miss Harper, his eyes still locked on the image. "You met the real Sam and Dean Winchester?"

Miss Harper smirked. "Yeah, they came into the diner when I took the boys for a ride a couple weeks back."

She then added with a grin, "I can take you for a ride tomorrow after we get back with the boys from therapy if you want."

Jordan's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be amazing!"

Jordan and Miss Harper carried the crib into the living room, and Jordan called out, “Where do you want it, Mrs. Faulkner?”

She glanced over and smiled. “My bedroom will be perfect. Babies need adults in their rooms.”

Tyler's eyes widened in horror. “I’m not a fucking baby, and I’m not sleeping in a damn crib!” he shouted.

Mrs. Faulkner's expression darkened instantly. “Excuse me?” she said in a sharp tone.

Before Tyler could react, she grabbed his arm, sat down on the couch, and swiftly pulled him over her knee. “That language and that attitude will not be tolerated, young man,” she scolded, raising her hand.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Tyler yelped with each sharp swat, his legs kicking slightly. “Ow! Stop!” he whined, his face burning with humiliation.

Mrs. Faulkner landed a final firm swat before standing him up. “Maybe now you’ll think twice before throwing a tantrum.”

Tyler sniffled, rubbing his backside as he glared down at the floor.

Jordan smirked, shaking his head. “Told you, dude. Should’ve just listened.”

Mrs. Faulkner crossed her arms. “Now, let’s try this again. Off to bed with you.”

Jordan guided a pouting Tyler toward the crib, chuckling. “Looks like it’s gonna be a long week, bud.”

Jordan grabbed Tyler by the wrist and led him toward the crib. Tyler grumbled under his breath but knew better than to argue after the spanking he had just received.

Jordan pulled down the blankets, guiding Tyler inside. “Alright, in you go,” he said firmly.

Tyler hesitated for a moment but finally climbed into the crib, his face still red from both embarrassment and the spanking. Jordan pulled up the side rail and locked it in place with a satisfying click.

He smirked down at Tyler. “See you in the morning, cranky pants,” he teased before ruffling Tyler’s hair playfully. Tyler swatted his hand away and turned onto his side, pouting.

With a chuckle, Jordan turned off the light and left the room, heading downstairs. He found Mrs. Faulkner sitting in the living room with Miss Harper, both sipping tea and chatting.

“Hey, Mrs. Faulkner,” Jordan said as he pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna call my parents and let them know I’ll be staying here for the week to help with Tyler.”

Mrs. Faulkner smiled. “That’s very responsible of you, dear. Go ahead.”

Miss Harper smirked. “And while you’re at it, tell them you’ll be earning your babysitting badge.”

Jordan laughed. “Oh, I think I already earned that today.”

As he stepped aside to make the call, Mrs. Faulkner and Miss Harper exchanged amused glances. It was going to be an interesting week, indeed.

Jordan dialed his parents’ number, waiting as the phone rang a few times before his mom picked up.

“Hey, honey! What’s up?” she greeted cheerfully.

“Hey, Mom. I just wanted to let you and Dad know that I’ll be staying over at Mrs. Faulkner’s for the next week to help out,” Jordan said.

“Oh? Helping with what?” his dad’s voice chimed in as he joined the conversation.

Jordan chuckled. “Well… you remember Tyler, right?”

His mom scoffed. “The kid who’s always full of himself? What about him?”

Jordan grinned, glancing toward the stairs. “Let’s just say he got himself into some trouble, and Mrs. Faulkner decided to teach him a lesson in humility. He’s been in diapers all day, and now he’s sleeping in a crib.”

There was a brief silence before both his parents burst out laughing.

“You’re kidding,” his dad said between chuckles.

“Nope,” Jordan replied, smirking. “He tried to fight it, but his parents actually called and fully agreed with it. Said to keep him in them all week.”

His mom laughed. “Well, it’s about time someone put that kid in his place. I swear, he’s needed a wake-up call for years.”

His dad agreed. “Sounds like he’s finally getting what’s coming to him. You’re sure you’re okay staying there?”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan said. “Honestly, it’s been pretty entertaining.”

His mom chuckled. “Alright, just let us know if you need anything.”

“I will,” Jordan said, grinning. “Love you guys.”

“Love you too, sweetie,” his mom replied before hanging up.

Jordan slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to Mrs. Faulkner and Miss Harper with a grin. “Well, my parents approve.”

Mrs. Faulkner smirked. “I had a feeling they would.”

Miss Harper chuckled. “Looks like we’ve got a full-time babysitter for our little troublemaker.”

Jordan stretched and yawned. “Yeah, and after today, I think I’m earning a raise.”

They all shared a laugh, knowing that the week ahead was bound to be one Tyler would never forget.

Alex and jake are asleep on the couch and Jordan asks you want me to put them to bed.

Alex and Jake stirred as Jordan gently shook them awake.

“Come on, guys, time for bed,” he said softly.

Alex groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Five more minutes…”

Jake mumbled something incoherent, still half-asleep.

Jordan chuckled. “Nope, up we go.” He helped Jake to his feet first, steadying him as he swayed tiredly. Then, he turned to Alex, who reluctantly sat up, stretching with a yawn.

Miss Harper smiled warmly. “Thank you, Jordan. That’s really sweet of you.”

Mrs. Faulkner nodded. “Yes, we appreciate it.”

Jordan shrugged with a small grin. “No problem. They deserve a good night’s sleep.”

He guided the boys toward their room, making sure they both got tucked in comfortably. “Alright, sleep tight, guys,” he said, flicking off the light as he left.

As he made his way back downstairs, he let out a yawn. “Alright, I think I’m gonna call it a night too.”

Mrs. Faulkner patted his shoulder. “Goodnight, Jordan. Sleep well.”

Miss Harper added with a smile, “And thanks again for helping out.”

Jordan grinned. “Anytime.” With that, he headed off to get some rest, knowing tomorrow would be another interesting day.