The Sisters part 9
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/27/2003 13:32:12 [-04]
The Sisters part 9 by Bethany-Louise
Gertrude opened the front door and they both went through to the sitting room. Anthony sat on the floor and was playing awkwardly with a rag doll, with Catherine watching his every move. Dressed as he was in an old- fashioned short cotton night dress and matching panties, he looked a picture of sweet innocence. Luckily for him she had not put him back into nappies.
Barbara couldn’t believe the transformation; he had never been this well mannered before. There may well be some substance to their methods, she mused.
‘We need to discuss Anthony’s development. I found these in his bedroom. I think they will give us enough ideas as to what motivates him’ Gertrude announced as she sat down.
The items in question were three magazines. She passed one to Catherine and one to Barbara, keeping the last for herself.
Barbara looked shocked as she saw the title on the front cover, Sissy Baby Control. Catherine smirked as she saw her title, Dominant Mothers. Gertrude held up her copy of Panty Waist Discipline, in full view of Anthony.
‘Remember this, kitten?’ mocked Gertrude, deliberately using his mothers’ pet word. She held up the front cover, depicting a sissy, resplendent in her pink satin party dress, performing a deep curtsey.
Anthony blushed as what was left of his ego crumbled. There was no doubt that the magazines were his, much to his mother’s dismay.
Gertrude thumbed through her copy till she found two pages stuck together. She prised them apart. Anthony looked at the floor hoping it would swallow him up. He knew full well what the story contained, as it was one of his favourites.
‘We’ll let the little darling read it for us, I’m sure she knows it off by heart.’ Gertrude laughed, passing it into Anthony’s quivering hands. He looked over to his mother, who gave him a look of shear disgust.
‘We’re waiting!’
Anthony looked distraughtly round the room. He then collapsed on the floor in a flood of tears; the sheer horror of the situation was far too much for him to swallow.
‘I’ll count to three, and if you haven’t started, then nanny will smack your bottom for you.’
This was enough of an incentive, and he mumbled his way through the entire story, taking occasional glances around the room.
The two sisters let out muffled laughs as the story unfolded. His mother sat there dumbfounded, throughout the recital, as the details sunk in.
‘So nanny’s little cherub wants to be a ickle baby girl does she?’ mocked Catherine, as she dried the tears on Anthony’s face with her handkerchief.
‘Ahh, didums, you should have told nanny you wanted her to put a nappy on you?’
What could he say? The story had illustrated it all far better than Anthony could have explained it. His little secret was out.
He looked distraughtly round the room, and then burst into more tears. ‘I don’t I don’t I don’t.’ Anthony screamed, as he beat the carpet with his fists.
Barbara’s head was in a spin, she sat back shaking her head. ‘I…I had no idea,’ she mumbled, as the full facts of his desires sunk in.
‘Ahh, doesn’t she look sweet, having a little baby tantrum. But of course, we can’t allow that can we nanny?’ Gertrude turned to Catherine.
‘No we certainly can’t. I don’t allow charges of mine to perform in that manner in front of adults.’ Said Catherine pulling the dummy they had purchased out of her cardigan pocket.
‘It’s a good job I’ve got baby’s dum dum here with me, to shut her up.’ She bent down and pushed the teat into his mouth. He immediately spit it out onto the carpet.
‘So you think you can beat me do you, you little tyke. Well think on!’ The sooner we get this…sissy baby, to bed, the better it will be for all of us.’
Nanny grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the carpet, kicking and screaming, to the bottom of the staircase. Anthony felt his other hand being grasped by Gertrude, and he was lifted to his feet.
The sisters hauled him up the stairs with some encouraging smacks to the back of his legs, till they reached their destination. Nanny took a key from her pocket and unlocked the door at the top of the staircase, and pushed it open.
Anthony had now recovered from the shock, and realised his destiny. ‘No, let me go. I’m not going in there, let me go. Your hurting me, nanny.’
He then felt a sharp yank, as Gertrude pulled back on his hair. She then propelled him forward, and into the nursery. ‘I think baby’s looking for a sore bottom. Don’t you nanny?’
‘I quite agree, I’ll fetch the hair brush.’
Gertrude sat down on a high backed chair, pulling Anthony over her knee as she did so. He screamed even louder as she pulled off his panties to reveal his smooth round bottom. Catherine handed her the hairbrush, and she brought it down with an almighty crack on his bare bottom. This was followed in quick succession by several more, till he was crying his heart out. Through the tears he could see nanny standing with her arms folded, with a huge grin on her face, looking down on him.
‘Is baby going to behave herself?’ Enquired Gertrude, lowering her head to look him in the eye.
‘Ye…ye…yes, au…nt…ie,’ he replied as he heaved great sobs.
‘Right then. But I’m warning you, the slightest hint of rebellion, and it will be back over my knee.’ With that she pushed him to the floor, straightening her dress as she got up.
‘Does baby like her new room?’ Catherine asked with the same grin on her face.
The question made Anthony look up and scan the room. It was obvious that no one had been in here for a long time. There was a slight musty smell in the air, and the once gaily decorated nursery had lost much of its original Edwardian charm. The furniture however was less decrepit, as it had been produced in a time when robustness prevailed. The white cot, which stood against one wall, looked like could cage a tiger, let alone a baby. The bars were far more substantial than any modern day cot, and indeed far taller.
‘Does baby like the look of her new bed?’ Enquired Catherine.
Anthony turned to look up at nanny, and was just about to answer the question when he spotted the nappy and baby pants she held in her hands.