Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Bethany-Louise on December 14, 2009, 07:06:54 AM
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A Phonecall to Babyland 1
It was another busy day in Suzanne Leek’s baby wear shop. Her young assistant, Fiona King had just finished serving a customer when the phone rang.
'Get that will you Fiona,' asked Suzanne still busy with the stock take.
'Good morning, Leek’s Baby Wear, how can I help you.'
'Do you sell extra large pink plastic baby pants,' asked a slightly trembling male voice on the other end.
Fiona put her hand over the mouth piece, and gestured to Suzanne.
'It’s him again Miss Leek.'
'Give me the receiver please Fiona,' Fiona handed her the receiver.
'Listen here you pervert, we are sick and tired of your calls asking for descriptions of baby pants and frilly dresses. I have informed the telephone company and they are tracking my calls, and I shall inform the police when they give me the number.'
The phone went dead, and a fuming Suzanne replaced the receiver. She hadn’t called the telephone company at all, but used the threat to frighten the anonymous caller.
'I wonder,' smiled Suzanne as she dialled call minder. 'Number 2060 342137 called at 10.27 am to return the call press three.' Her assumption had paid dividends. She pressed three on the handset and it connected. Funny she thought, the number felt familiar but she couldn't place it. After a few rings it was answered.
'Hello, Anthony speaking.'
'I warned you, you stupid little pervert, you forgot to press the secrecy button before dialling didn’t you! Listen carefully, I’ll give you two choices, the first one is obvious, even to someone as stupid as you. I’m going to hand this number over to the police.' There was a stony silence from the other end.
'Still listening, sweetie pie! Good. The second choice, involves you coming to the shop at 5.30 to explain yourself to me, and my assistant. It’s your choice babykins.' With that she put the handset down, and they both burst into fits of laughter.
'Do you think he’ll come Miss Leek? Asked Fiona composing herself.
'Oh I do hope so Fiona, I can’t wait to hear his excuses.'
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A Phonecall to Babyland 2
At a quarter to six a young man tentatively entered the shop. From the look of him he had been crying, as his eyes were still red from the tears.
'Well, well well, if it isn't Anthony Curtis the phantom caller. I thought I'd recognised the number, lock the door please Fiona, we don’t want any interruptions.'
Fiona brushed passed him, smirking to herself as she locked the door. She pulled down the blind on the door window and bolted the door shut.
The young man stood trembling in the middle of the shop, as a slow recognition of who he had been calling these past weeks crossed his mind.
'Yes, you weren't expecting me were you little one.' Suzanne had read his thoughts.
'Your mother and I have been friends for years. In fact she used to shop here for your nappies and plastic panties when you were a baby, and it looks like Anthony hasn't moved on too much since then, does it?'
Anthony's eyes hit the floor as he couldn't believe the situation he had got himself into. What had gone wrong, Leek's Baby Wear was thirty miles away from where he lived, how could I have known anyone here? I've been so careful.
Suzanne answered his question. 'Your mother lived just down the road before she moved when you were three. I wonder what she would say if she was standing here now. Can you tell me sweetie?
Anthony lifted his gaze and mumbled, 'she would be angry.'
'Indeed,' came the curt reply from Suzanne. 'But wouldn't she also be disgusted with your perverted behavior!'
The young man continued to stare at the floor. Fiona lifted his chin up and looked into his eyes, which started to well up with fresh tears.
'I think we have a cry baby on our hands Miss Leek,' mocked Fiona.
With those sarcastic words Anthony burst into tears. 'I’m sorry Miss, please don’t send me to the police,' he sobbed.
Suzanne came from behind the counter and put her arm round him, to comfort him in his distress. She took the lace handkerchief from the pocket of her cardigan and wiped the tears from his face.
'There, there, little one, come and sit down and tell us all about it. Fiona will you make us all a cup of tea, or does Anthony want his from a baby bottle?' This last comment brought a fresh wave of anguish from the poor boy.
'You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you, with your little phone calls. Did you really expect us to spend all day giving you graphic descriptions of frilly baby panties, and sweet little dresses, just so you could get a perverted kick out of it?' Suzanne’s manner had become more assertive as she probed her victim.
'I…I…couldn’t help it,' stammered the young man as he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.
'I know you couldn’t sweety, I’ve read all about…' Suzanne broke off as Fiona returned with the tea. She had taken Suzanne’s advice and poured Anthony’s into a baby bottle.
'Here you are babykins,' chided Fiona shaking the baby bottle under Anthony’s nose.
'Well take it from me then, or do you want me to feed you myself?' Fiona was becoming quite assertive as she realised the power she had in her hands.
Anthony took the bottle in his quivering hand, wondering what to do with it.
'Well put the teat in your mouth silly, I’m sure you’ve done it many times before.'
A bewildered Anthony began to suc-k on the rubber teat, just as he had done in the privacy of his own bedroom. This time however it was different, as a wave of humiliation swept over him, as he had never divulged his little secret to anyone before.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 3
'It doesn’t look like he’s wearing nappies Miss Leek, let alone plastic panties, despite his fascination' mocked Fiona.
Suzanne smiled at the crest fallen individual, sitting there in front of her suc-king on the rubber teat, just like a baby.
'As I was saying before, I’ve read all about little boys who like baby clothes.' Anthony’s eyes widened at the suggestion. 'That’s right, sweety, I bet you, in your wildest dreams, couldn’t imagine someone like me having any knowledge of such things.' Anthony shook his head, as he continued to suc-k on the teat. He was mesmerised by the matronly figure in front of him, with her large motherly breasts and her maternal manor. This was the epitome of motherhood that he craved in his fantasy world, but never thought he would find in reality.
Fiona snapped him out of his dream. 'Does your mummy know her little boy likes dressing like a sweet ickle baby?'
'I…I…d…d…don’t,' stammered Anthony removing the teat from his mouth.
'Oh come now, why else would you take such an interest in baby pants and frilly little baby girl attire,' reasoned Miss Leek.
'Do you dress up at home in front of your mama, baby?' mocked Fiona.
'M...m...mummy doesn't know about any of this' stammered Anthony.
'Well it’s about time she found out, that she has a nappy wearing sissy living with her. I’ll just give her a call shall I sweety.' Miss Leek picked up the phone and began to dial.
'No, no, please,' shouted Anthony leaping form the chair, and making a grab for the handset.
Miss Leek easily pushed him back into the chair with a thud.
'Not so fast, sweety. I will spare you the indignity of having your little secret divulged to your mother at least until I decide what action to take' Miss Leek clicked the cancel button.
'Oh thank you.' The relief written all over his face.
'There is one thing you can do for me before I let you go home,' smiled Miss Leek.
'Anything Miss Leek,' replied a calmer Anthony.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 4
'Good boy, come on through to the back away from prying eyes.' Suzanne put down the unfinished baby bottle on the counter and ushered him into the back of the shop.
'Fiona, fetch me pair of extra extra large baby pants please, pink.'
'Oh yes Miss Leek!' giggled the gleeful Fiona.
Anthony surveyed the room with its sewing machines and part finished baby wear.
'Yes, we do a good trade in bespoke baby wear,' answering the question on Anthony’s lips.
Suzanne bent down and started to undo the belt on Anthony’s jeans. He immediately shied away.
'Stand still, or I will smack your bottom. All baby girls need to be dressed by their aunties and you will be no exception,' ordered Suzanne.
He stood to attention and screwed his eyes shut, not wishing to have to endure a spanking. A shiver of trepidation swept over him as the jeans were drawn down his almost smooth legs. His eyes remained shut as he felt his feet being lifted out of each leg, by Suzanne’s firm hands. A little whimper escaped from his mouth as her fingers explored the waistband of his under pants and tugged them to the floor. His hands instinctively covered his privates, which only resulted in a harsh slap from Suzanne.
'Get those hands away, you have no modesty as a baby, so you had better get used to it. Now, open your eyes sweety,' ordered Suzanne.
There in front of him stood Fiona grinning from ear to ear. In her hands she was shaking out a pair of pink plastic baby pants, which rustled loudly. She held them up for him to see. They were everything he had dreamed of, soft, semi-transparent pink PVC, forward legs facing him, and a heavenly aroma of plastic. He shuddered in anticipation as Fiona gathered them and handed them to Suzanne.
'Lift your foot up sweety, so auntie can put her baby niece into her pretty plastic panties.' Suzanne’s voice softened as she threaded his feet through the leg holes and pulled the tight elastic legs up his legs.
Anthony shuddered as the plastic began to warm with the heat of his body. He stood there motionless, in a trace like state. The erotic content of the garment began to weave it’s magic, and his little winkle began to twitch, a sight that did not go unnoticed be the two women who stood admiring their work in front of him.
'There we are, a little small to cover a nappy, but after all they are for real babies.' Suzanne smirked.
If it weren’t for Fiona, who was in hysterics, he would have really enjoyed the pampering at the hands of the matronly Suzanne.
'Right, now get your jeans on then you can go.' Suzanne’s maternal smile comforted him as he shuffled to fetch his jeans.
He had started in put on his under pants, but a slow shake of the head from Suzanne stopped him.
'Silly baby, they’re going in the bin, babies only wear plastic panties, don’t they?'
Anthony nodded and handed them to Suzanne. He didn't care that he was wearing baby pants, after all no one would be able to see them. He was just glad to be out of there, even though Miss Leek had not made up her mind about any further action.
'Now kiss auntie Suzanne and auntie Fiona goodbye, then you can leave.'
Anthony pecked her on the cheek. 'Goodbye auntie,' he mumbled.
With downcast eyes he did the same to the giggling Fiona, who patted him on the bottom as he made his way out of the door. 'Don’t wet your rubbers too much, or they’ll leak!' sneered Fiona, leaving him in no doubt of her view of him.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 5
Three weeks went by and Anthony became more relived with every passing day. She must have let the matter drop, as she would have told mother straight away if she had been going to, reasoned Anthony.
Another two weeks passed and he was back to his old aloof self. He was even pleased that he had kept the baby pants that Miss Leek had put on him instead of throwing them away, which was his first instinct.
One afternoon he was upstairs in his room having a session with his baby pants which had now become less than pristine, when he heard the front door open. Damn, mother is home thought Anthony as his afternoon was now spoilt.
'Anthony, come here please.' Came the crisp clear voice of his mother.
Anthony discarded the baby pants and pulled on his pants and jeans and wandered downstairs.
'A pot of tea for two,' came an order from the lounge. Anthony remembered it was the housekeepers day off and the maid wasn't back from shopping, so the order must be for him. He trudged into the kitchen and made the tea.
Mother must want one of her talks grumbled Anthony to himself. To his mother Anthony was a disappointment, for which she blamed his father. He may have been a high flying company boss, but he was a weak willed drip in house. Not what she thought she had married. It hardly mattered the settlement was very generous, as he had not wanted any indiscreet details of his home life to emerge during the divorce. This left Anthony as the only man in the house.
On entering the lounge Anthony froze. There smiling, sitting beside his mother on the settee was Miss Leek.
'Put the tray down and pour us a cup of tea, please Anthony.'
The silence was awkward as Anthony poured the tea spilling some of it on the tray. His nerves were on edge. Was this just a casual visit to tease him or had she come to tell mother. Anthony stood in front of the two women nervously pulling at the skin on his fingers, not knowing what to do.
His mother, Cynthia took a sip from her cup and finally put him out of his suspense. 'I believe you met Miss Leek a few weeks ago,' his mother enquired. 'Under bizarre circ-umstances,' she continued. 'Well?'
Anthony visibly squirmed in front of her as he searched for a credible reply. 'I...I saw her in her shop when I was p...passing through a few weeks ago,' blurted out Anthony, clinging to the forlorn hope that she didn't know the full facts. He was just about to embellish the lie a bit more when his mother cut him off.
'I can assure you that I am in full possession of the facts, and there are going to a few changes in this house'. Now go and put on your baby pants the ones you wore from Miss Leek's shop'. Mother cut him off at every turn.
'I ...I.' Anthony admitted defeat.
Anthony returned, his knees almost buckling with shame, as he walked sheepishly across the lounge carpet.
Mother shook her head slowly as he stood in front of her. She held several itemised phone call bills in her hand. 'Sixteen times you called Leek's Baby Wear before you were caught you big baby.' Mother looked up, pointing to the highlighted calls.
Miss Leek then took over, repeating in graphic detail the conversations that had taken place. 'So I put him in a pair of baby pants in the hope that it would teach him a lesson, and that he would stop his little habit', finished Miss Leek.
'And quite right too,' interjected mother making sure in no uncertain terms that she approved of her actions. 'But it doesn't look like you remembered the lesson does it Anthony, or should I say babykins.'
Anthony was now close to tears as waves of shame rippled in his mind. His cheeks burnt red at the embarrassment of his phone calls being discussed in front of his mother. He froze for second as he realised his tinkle was twitching inside the soft plastic of his baby pants.
Just when things couldn't get any worse the door bell chimed.
'That'll be Fiona, she must have closed the shop by now.' Miss Leek announced.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 6
'Go and answer the door then baby Anthony,' ordered mother.
'But...but...mother I can can't go like this, pleeease,' wined Anthony now in tears.
'Did you not hear me baby, go...and...answer...the...door.' Mother was in no mood for disobedience.
Anthony shuffled towards the lounge door, stopping briefly when he caught site of the front door and the shadowy figure waiting outside. The bell chimed again, that and a few chosen words of encouragement from mother persuaded Anthony to the open the door.
A sneering Fiona greeted him on the other side. 'Has mummy forgotten to put your nap nap
on babykins,' chided Fiona tickling him under his chin. Anthony blushed.
'We're in here Fiona,' called mother.
Fiona marched past him dropping two dress boxes at his feet. He picked them up and followed her into the lounge.
'I'm so glad you're here I've been dying to have a look at baby's first two outfits.' announced mother gleefully. Fiona grabbed the two boxes from Anthony's grasp and placed them on the floor in front of her.
The three women leaned forward over the boxes which Fiona proceeded to open. They completely ignored me standing at the back of the settee. 'This is baby's morning dress,' holding up a white eyelet, smocked baby dress with a high waist and little puffed sleeves. Baby pink ribbon accents completed the top half. 'Not too fussy but definitely babyish,' remarked mother turning to me and holding it up to imagine the hem line. Fiona pulled back the second layer of tissue paper to reveal a pair of matching panties. She shook them out and puffed up the four rows of lacy frills at the back. There was no mistaking the sound of plastic rustling beneath the frills.
'Oh my word, they are delightful, and so so babyish,' mother gleefully announced.
The second box contained a pink satin romper with deep frills round the legs and three across the back. 'This is baby's playtime outfit.' The bottom puffed out as the wearer would obviously be wearing a large nappy. Fiona held it up to emphasise the bows at the end of each frill. A bonnet and a pair of satin bootees provided the finishing touches.
'What do you think of your pretty baby outfits didums? enquired mother. Anthony started to mumble but mother cut him off. 'It doesn't matter what you think anyway, as I'm making the decisions as far as your welfare is concerned. That's right babykins mummy is the one in charge now, but I'm not going to throw you out of the house without a penny, You have Miss Leek to thank for that, she talked me out of that one. We have however devised a more suitable forfeit for a big baby like you.'
Anthony already knew where this was heading. 'No mummy pleeease, I...I...don't want to be a baby.'
'It's too late for that now, it won't be too bad, after all we are going to give you what you want, a return to your babyhood, with one slight difference, you'll be a ickle baby girl, won't that be nice. You have humiliated me in front of my friends and the staff here, so I'm going to humiliate you in front of your friends and cure you of your baby habit in the process!'
Anthony blubbering like an eighteen month old on hearing his fate.
Mother gestured upstairs. 'Your moving into the staff quarters, we've got a nice new bedroom suite set up for you and you'll be sleeping next to nanny's room when she arrives next week. You will be well out of the way up there as I don't want you waking me in the night crying because you've wet your nappy. Until then Fiona has kindly offered to look after you.'
'Come on babykins, your nappy's waiting,' urged Fiona taking hold of his quivering hand.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 7
Anthony hesitated and turned to his mother for support. 'I don’t want to. Mummy.' It was his last chance to try and get out of his predicament, however Fiona was having none of it.
She twisted his ear, causing him to cry out. 'Ooowwww, your hurting.'
'You’ll be hurting on your bottom in a minute, if you don’t get a move on. Now come ON!'
Fiona literally dragged him kicking and screaming across the lounge carpet and up awaiting staircase. At the end of the landing hallway the staff staircase loomed, Anthony couldn't remember ever having gone up there, though his attitude was always aloof indifference to the members of staff, so why should he.
'Baby doesn’t want to see her new nursery, well baby has no say in what she does and does not want anymore,' bellowed Fiona, above the howls of Anthony, as she twisted his ear again.
Mother brought order to the situation. 'Right, lets get one thing strait. I won’t abide disobedient infants in this house. You’ve just earned yourself a pink paddle, for your chart,' chided mother wagging her finger in the direction of Anthony. 'Now lets get you ready for beddy bo’s, it’s way past your bedtime. I think we'll bath baby before bed. Could you do the honors Miss Leek.'
Anthony looked bemused, what does she mean, pink paddle chart.
'Fiona could you go and run the bath for our little kitten here,' Fiona merrily ran up the stairs, and a few moments later Anthony could hear the sound of running water.
A miserable looking Anthony stood awkwardly in front of the bath, whilst mummy, listed the rules he had to adhere to. Anthony was astonished at the trouble they had taken just for him. He was nervous, that couldn’t be denied, however he was also very excited, as this was a fantasy, come true. I just hope it’s half as good as my dreams, he thought to himself; the thought cheered him. In his dream like state he didn’t take in mummy’s words, but he was brought back to earth by mummy posing a question.
'Well!' he looked blankly. 'Have you been listening to anything I’ve said?'
'Y…y…yes, mummy,' he tried to fake it.
'Well, what’s your baby name then?' mummy was losing her patience, at Anthony’s hesitation.
'You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you! That’s another pink paddle, keep this up and you won’t be sitting down for a week. Now for a name. How about Bethany, that’s a pretty name for a sissy baby like you. Now I'm going to leave you with Miss Leek here to have your bath while I get your bottle. '
'Bath’s ready,' announced Fiona after she'd tested the water with her elbow in true baby fashion.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 8
Fiona stood waiting. The evil grin on her face, left Bethany in no doubt that she would need to be on her best behaviour if she wasn’t to suffer at her hands. She was armed with a large sponge, and bedecked in a plastic apron. The Victorian role top bath, awaited him, half full of soapy water. It stood away from the wall, so that both sides would be easily accessible, to the two women.
'Let’s get your baby panties off then,' said Miss Leek kneeling down in front of him, yanking the baby pants down his legs. This scenario made him feel acutely embarrassed as his tinkle sprang to attention.
'Looks like baby has been a very naughty girl since I put you in these,' Miss Leek pointed to the shameful staining on the pink plastic of the panties. Bethany blushed deeply.
Bethany received a playful slap on the bottom as Miss Leek gestured towards the bath. Tentatively she dipped her toe in the water, and then stepped in, and sat down, knees up covering her privates.
'Get those knees down and open your legs immediately, there’s nothing down for you to be proud of,' barked Fiona, slapping Bethany on the thigh.
'Fiona! Don’t be too hard on my little darling, she’s trying to adjust to her new life, and I won’t tolerate you being nasty to her.' Miss Leek said firmly.
Bethany stuck her tongue out to Fiona, whilst Miss Leek tied her apron on. It was an action she instantly regretted, as Fiona gritted her teeth and muttered a few words under her breath.
The two women wasted no time in covering every inch of bare skin with baby soap. Fiona vigorously scrubbed away with the exfoliating side of the sponge, whilst Miss Leek squeezed a generous amount of baby shampoo into her hand and lathered Bethany’s hair.
'Tomorrow Bethany, you will coming down to our shop to be measured for your new layette, so you must say thank you Mrs Watson for making all your pretty baby wear. Is that understood'?
'But, but I.' The poor boy stammered as he realised he would be going to town.
He was just about to add to the statement when he squealed. 'Ooowww, that hurts.' Fiona had found his most tender part, which she held between her fingers. He slid down the bath hoping to escape her clutches, but only managed to splash her with bath water.
'Why you little wretch,' said Fiona wiping soapy water from her eyes.
Her expression turning to one of anger, as he lay prone at the bottom of the bath. Miss Leek had escaped the drenching, but was just as annoyed at his actions.
'Deary me, another pink paddle, and to think I've been here for less than an hour.' Said Miss Leek shaking her head. 'Now keep still, whilst auntie Fiona cleans your tinkle, or I’ll spank you right here, do you understand!'
Bethany nodded and gritted her teeth as Fiona went to work with increased vigour. Despite the tears of protest Fiona managed to finish the job to her satisfaction.
Miss Leek lifted baby out of the bath and wrapped her in a white fluffy towel, sitting her on her knees whilst she dried her.
'That wasn’t so bad, was it didums?'
'Auntie Fiona hurt me auntie,' cried Bethany forlornly.
'Well she couldn’t help it, if you can’t sit still in the bath then it will hurt. Now let me get baby nice and dry so she can have nice sweet baby dreams in her crib,' Miss Leek kissed her on the cheek and finished the job of drying her.
'There we are kitten, all nice and dry, now stand up and let auntie dust you all over with baby powder.'
Bethany stood naked on the bathroom floor, whilst Miss Leek twisted the cap of the baby powder.
'Now turn around babykins and let auntie make you all soft and smooth.' Soon Bethany was covered in a cloud of powder. Miss Leek patted the powder in with a large pink powder puff, which tickled Bethany no end.
'Oh you smell like a real baby now, don’t you didums.' That couldn’t be denied, as the mixture of baby soap and powder combined to create a delicious baby bouquet. Bethany nodded as she almost choked on the cloud enveloping her.
'Now give me your hand and I’ll take you to your gorgeous new nursery, that your mummy has assembled for you,' she beamed. She was thrilled at having a baby to care for, even though she was little on the large size.
Bethany was really enjoying the attention however there was still a few misgivings, which made her nervous. She was still coming to terms with the fact that all babies, even adult ones, have no say in regime imposed on them.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 9
Bethany stood aghast, holding onto Miss Leek's hand, as she caught her first glimpse of her new nursery. It was as though it had been lifted straight out of one of her own fantasies. Decorated in a delicious shade of pale baby pink, with accents of soft sheen white.
She stared at her feet, which stood on the deep pile white carpet, which oozed between her toes as she wrinkled her tootsies.
The golden early evening light shone through the window casting a shadow on a ruffle festooned crib, which stood in the centre of the room. The soft white organza canopy, gathered to a peek at the head, shimmered like a thousand stars. Dangling from a white ribbon hung a mobile of pink, yellow, and blue bunnies. On the opposite wall stood a large pale yellow wardrobe and matching chest of drawers. It was all too much to take in at a single glance.
Miss Leek beamed as she noted the adoring look on Bethany’s face, realising the effort had been justified. She firmly grasped her hand and led her over to the changing table next to the vanity unit.
'I think it’s time we dressed our little precious for her crib, don’t you Fiona, then your mummy can feed you your cot time bottle.'
'Up we go,' coaxed Miss Leek, patting the plastic cover of the table.
Soon Bethany was settled on her back, staring up at the ceiling, she squirmed as the cool pink plastic encased mattress began to warm beneath her. Miss Leek was secure in the knowledge that the covering would ensure any mess would easily be wiped clean, in the event of any accidents.
'Lift your head darling and let auntie put this pillow behind your head to make you more comfortable.' Miss Leek placed a darling silk pillow behind her squirming baby’s head, and Bethany relaxed. There was no longer any hint of modesty, as she lay there, legs apart, waiting in anticipation for her auntie to change her into her first nappy.
'Does ba ba, want her ickle dum dum,' cooed Fiona, wagging an oversized pacifier on a length of white ribbon in her hands.
Bethany flushed bright red, as she always felt ill at ease in the presence of the dominating Fiona. There was none of the love she shared with auntie, only apprehension.
'Kick your legs Bethany, when auntie Fiona offers you something, and lets see a smile on your pretty little face, there’s a good girl.'
Reluctantly Bethany kicked her legs and made an effort to smile, even though she hated having to subjugate herself to Fiona. Fiona teased the teat in and out of her lips whilst cooing a stream of ga ga’s and goo goo’s, which Bethany found very discomforting.
Mummy returned to the proceedings with a large formula bottle with bulbous rubber teat. 'Now then babykins, let mummy hear some sweet baby gurgling’s, and they had better be good, or else. She pulled the dummy form her lips and waited to hear the melodious infantile sound of a contented baby.
'Ga ga goo goo,' poor, but it will get better with practise and we'll have plenty of that,' responded mummy.
'I think baby needs her dum dum back, doesn’t she Mrs Curtis,' giggled Fiona. She wet the teat in her mouth and inserted it into the puckered lips of her charge.
This last action had the effect of galvanising Anthony’s resolve one last time. 'I don’t want to be a baby, please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone, pleeeease!' He wailed.
'Oh, didums. Such mixed emotions. This is only the beginning of your new life, so you had better get used to it. You treated Fiona and Miss Leek very badly and now you are going to get what you deserve.' Mummy pinched his cheek with her fingers. 'You'll find out that playing baby in your fantasy and the reality are quite different.' mummy warned. She then nodded to Fiona to take over.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 10
'Right then, my sweet sissy baby, it’s nappy time for you, but first we have to attend to your misdemeanours don’t we?' Fiona leaned over Bethany wagging her finger in a menacing gesture.
'Auntie Fiona pleeease.' Bethany snivelled, preferring the loving
Miss Leek, to the malicious Fiona.
'Mummy,' she whimpered softly, unable to comprehend the situation she found herself in. Soon little tears started to well up in the corner of her eyes, as she watched Fiona searching in the cupboard under the changing table. She stood up in triumph holding the handle of a large flat backed hairbrush.
'Now let’s see. How many pink paddles has auntie’s sissy baby got herself today, eh? One for disobeying mummy, two for not listening to mummy, and three for drenching me at bath time!' Fiona counted out each one by pulling Bethany's toes.
'It looks like auntie has a lot of work to do on your botty, doesn’t it? Because each paddle is equal to half a dozen smacks with the nursery hairbrush. Does ickle babykins need help counting?' Fiona smirked as she viewed the perplexed face of Bethany.
'Now turn over, then we can begin.' Fiona slapped the side of Bethany’s thigh with the hairbrush. 'I said turn over, I want to see that sissy bottom of yours.'
Bethany inched her way over till she was laying face down on the warm plastic. She had fantasised having her bottom smacked, as a sort of punishment to counteract the guilt in her own mind, for wanting to dress as a baby girl, but never experienced it in real life before. Her biggest worry was the fact that being a sissy she felt pain acutely, and dreaded a real spanking by someone with so much acrimony.
Her mind became focused on the back of the hairbrush, which Fiona smoothed over her cheeks in a circular fashion. Then without a word of warning the first stinging smack landed squarely on her left cheek. Before she had time to react a second smack hit the right cheek. Almost instantaneously she cried aloud.
'God you are a sissy aren’t you?' Fiona smirked as she heard her cries after only two smacks. Bethany’s bit down hard on her dummy, just as the next blow made it’s mark.
Fiona struck away with gusto striking each cheek in turn, gradually moving away form the centre, to the sides of her cheeks. Bethany tried to cover her bottom with her feet by bending her knees, but only received several sharp slaps on the back of her thighs, which hurt even more.
By the time the spanking stopped Bethany was blubbering uncontrollably. The dummy had fallen on the floor and her face was bright red with tears streaming down her face. She looked a very sorry sight, but there would be no pity from Fiona.
'Auntie check your bot bot before we continue,' said Fiona viciously pinching the inflamed skin of Bethany’s tender bottom, which made her squeal.
'My goodness that looks sore, but not sore enough for a naughty sissy like you! Now open your legs, I want to get right between your crease.' Fiona ordered, despite the desperate pleas of Bethany not to continue.
Fiona walked behind her and forced her protesting legs open. 'That’s better, auntie can see what she’s doing now.'
When she had finished smacking Bethany’s inner thighs she examined her work, which fortunately for Bethany was to her satisfaction. She stood back grinning at the sight of the poor infant blubbering and squirming on the table in front of her.
Fiona retrieved the fallen dummy form the floor and forcefully pushed it back between Bethany’s lips. She was still snivelling, more out of indignity than pain now, and was actually happy to be suc-king on the latex teat, which comforted her, as she pulled herself together.
'My, my, that’s the smallest sissy winkle I’ve ever seen. It’s no wonder you want to be a baby. Has baby ever had a girlfriend, mm?' Bethany blushed and shook her head slowly; Fiona had hit a raw nerve. All of Bethany’s attempts to find herself a girlfriend had resulted in failure, due in the most part to her pathetic attempts at lovemaking.
'I didn’t think so,' Fiona sniggered. 'I’ll bet all your proposed girlfriends killed themselves laughing when they saw this shrivelled specimen.' Fiona held the object of her scorn between her thumb and finger.
'The only thing this is fit for, is to wet a thick nappy, just like a baby.' Fiona was really going to town now that she had found Bethany’s Achilles heal.
'Let auntie hear baby ask nicely for her nappy.' Fiona smirked.
'C…c…can baby have her nappy please auntie?' mumbled an embarrassed Bethany, trying to please.
'No, no, no, that’s not the way baby talks. Baby only talks in simple words, as she doesn’t understand grown up words does she? Now say slowly after me. Ba ba want her nap nap.' Fiona teased.
'Ba ba want her nap nap.' Bethany gurgled slowly in her best baby voice, whilst turning her face away in shame.
'There’s a good sissy baby. Now I want to hear plenty of sweet gurgles from your baby lips, while auntie pins you into your night time nappy.' Fiona shook the dummy ring to reinforce the threat.
Fiona was a true expert when it came to nappy changing, after all she had to be working in her background. She professionally folded the large terry square into a kite shape, and slid it under Bethany’s sore bottom, which promoted more squeals of discomfort.
'You wouldn’t have had a sore bottom if hadn’t been so naughty, so shut up, unless you want me to give you another spanking. I think we’ll dispense with the nappy cream, as I want that tender bottom of yours to develop into a nice sore nappy rash,' responded Fiona, with a chuckle.
She quickly dusted Bethany’s bottom with powder, than pulled the points of the nappy tightly into the centre.
'Haven't you forgotten something Fiona?' mummy advised.
'Mummy's little helper, I'd almost forgotten,' announced Fiona, pulling the points of the nappy back. She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and dipped her index finger into a jar of vaseline. Forcing his cheeks apart with one hand she forced her finger home deep into baby's fanny. Satisfied with her opening she withdrew her finger sharply causing Bethany to wince.
She unwrapped the cellophane on a brown suppository, then to Bethany's horror she repeated the process. Taking the first one between her rubber fingers she offered it up to Bethany's clitty. 'If you push down as if your having a poo this won't hurt a bit,' giggled Fiona. Bethany pushed down causing her clitty to pucker as Fiona drove the first one home. Bethany cried out. This was followed by her finger pushing the suppository deeper, she then repeated the proceedure with the second.
Whilst gripping an open nappy pin between her teeth, she pinned the first corner at the centre, followed by the second. Next she gathered the legs till they gripped Bethany’s thighs. These were then pinned into place. Fiona stood back, staring at the sight of Bethany squirming on the plastic mat trying to relieve the fire that was her bottom.
'That’s better you’re starting to look as well as smell like a baby now.' This was true, as with her legs wide apart, owing to the bulk between them, she struck a real baby pose. The four pink headed nappy pins making sure there would be no sagging nappies in this nursery.
Mummy and Miss Leek looked down in satisfaction at the progress that had been made in just a short space of time.
Miss Leek walked over to the chest of drawers and opened the top drawer.
'Look what auntie's got for her special baby,' said Miss Leek turning to Bethany, whilst shaking a pair of ultra frilly baby pants by the waist. They rustled loudly, as only baby frillies could.
Bethany’s eyes opened wide as she took in the frilly confection in front of her. They were huge, big enough to cover her nappy completely, though the leg and waist elastic looked smaller than her baby pants given to her by Miss Leek. A silky white lingerie nylon cover, bedecked in twelve rows of fine pink lace frills, which ran from the back of the waist down to the crotch. The semi transparent nylon hinted at the pink plastic beneath, giving off an unmistakable sissy aura.
Suzanne gathered the panties in her hands and threaded Bethany’s feet through the forward facing holes, and drew them up her legs. She rocked Bethany back so her legs became suspended in air as she pulled the waistband over the back of her nappy. After tucking the nappy in at the waist and snapping the elastic, she turned her attention to the legs, running her finger round the elasticated leg bands, till the nappy was safe and secure.
Fiona smirked in the background, at the thought of Bethany pooing herself in such a dainty pair of baby panties.
Next came a pair of frilly white anklets, tied with a bow at the ankles with a silk ribbon, so that baby wouldn’t kick them off in the night. Miss Leek sat Bethany on her now very large posterior causing her panties to puff out as the air inside shifted. She looked a picture of bewilderment as she watched the wardrobe open and Miss Leek held out a white nylon, puff sleeved nighty, and matching bonnet.
The whole process of dressing took a matter of minutes, but to Bethany it seemed like an absolute age. When Miss Leek had finally finished fussing with the hem and ribbon of the bonnet she stood back and admired the sweet little thing in front of her. To Bethany her dream had come true, and although she looked awkward sitting there in her finery, to all intents and purposes she was a darling baby girl.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 11
'I will feed baby now Miss Leek?' said mummy taking the bottle from the warmer on the top of the chest of drawers.
'I’ll get baby bibbed for you.' Miss Leek tied a pink towelling bib round Bethany’s neck with a ribbon.
She gripped Bethany under the arms. 'Come on precious, mummy’s got a nice warm bottle of formula for you.'
Bethany’s expression turned to apprehension, as she didn’t want a bottle of formula as she had tried it in her bedroom before. She kicked her legs as Miss Leek effortlessly nestled Bethany into mummy’s lap.
She glanced into her mummy’s eyes as the teat was guided into her mouth. She spluttered slightly as the first warm drops of formula hit the back of her throat. She suddenly felt very small as she looked up at her mummy who was clearly enjoying the situation.
'Ahhh, goo, goo, goo,' cooed mummy in a very sarcastic manner, as she encouraged Bethany to feed. She kept up this incessant cooing for almost the entire feed.
'Oh she looks so sweet on your lap Cynthia, I can’t wait to give her a bottle myself,' gushed Miss Leek.
'She’s got to finish this one yet Miss Leek,' replied mummy, noting that Bethany was now beginning to struggle with the volume of formula.
'Come on babykins, suc-ky, suc-ky for mummy,' she encouraged wiggling the teat in Bethany’s mouth.
'That’s better babykins, we don’t want our little girl to go thirsty, do we? We want her full of baby milkies, so she can wee wee her nappy don’t we?' Bethany struggled on her lap, at the thought of her wetting her nappy in front of these three women.
'Don’t worry baby, all little babies like you wet their nap naps, after all why would we put you in a nappy and plastic baby panties if we didn’t expect you to wet yourself, mmm?' teased mummy.
The last drops of formula trickled into Bethany’s mouth. She held her close to her chest with her chin resting on her shoulder. Bethany felt the comforting hand drawing circular patterns on her back. A few seconds later a tiny belch of wind passed her lips.
'That’s my sweetykins, all winded and ready for bed,' smiled mummy.
Bethany gazed over to awaiting crib and peered into the ruffle festooned canopy. She still found it hard to believe that they had gone to all this trouble just for her. She worried that this going way beyond a game. They can’t keep me as a baby girl forever; after all I only made a few phone calls. Her mind wandered in a sea of possibilities as she felt herself being laid on her back, surrounded by the organza canopy.
Suzanne pulled down the hem of her dress, which had ridden up exposing her tummy. She gazed up at the three smiling faces, which now seemed so big to her. Miss Leek, Fiona and mummy guided her hands and feet into the sleeves of a pink quilted garment, which she was lying on. When her hands reached the end of the sleeve, she opened her fists, and felt them surrounded by the quilted fabric. They were trapped. Her legs were then tucked in and the zipper drawn up to her chin. She was encased in a pink quilted satin sleeping bag. She instinctively kicked her feet against the bottom, but found that she was unable to fully extend her legs.
'That’s right babykins, you’re trapped in your sleeping bag. I made this, so that you wouldn’t hurt yourself in the night, by trying to get out of your crib.’ Fiona sniggered, in a pretend show of concern for Bethany’s safety.
The final lock came in the form of a pink frilled collar, which Suzanne hooked onto the eye holes below her chin. She then adjusted her bonnet and popped a clean dummy into her mouth.
'I was going to read you a story but seeing as it’s so late, mummy will have to wait till tomorrow night. Now you settle down now and try and get some sleep. I will be in later to give you your last feed and check your nappy.' She kissed Bethany on the cheek and drew up the side of the crib. The final act of the night was to set the timer of the mobile above her head.
'Good night baby, sweet dreams,' giggled Fiona, as she waved her goodbye, knowing all too well it wouldn’t be a peaceful night, by any stretch of the imagination. The mobile chimed ba ba black sheep, as the three woman, closed the door of the nursery, and made their way downstairs for well deserved drink.
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A Phonecall to Babyland 12
The three ladies sat in the living room, sipping white wine from elegant glasses. It had been a momentous day and Fiona yawned, as eleven o’clock struck on the clock sitting on the mantle piece. They could still hear baby Bethany squirming in her sleeping bag from the sounds emanating from the baby alarm. Miss leek and Fiona had decided they wouldn’t wait around for the last feed of the day, and made their way home.
Meanwhile, Bethany was lying in her cot moaning softly. She had spit her dummy out at the first cramp, and was now concentrating all her efforts at clenching her buttocks together, as the rumble in her bowels continued unabated. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow, as she bit her lip with anxiety. She did however find that if she remained perfectly still the cramps ceased, and in this position she remained till she heard the door handle turn an hour later.
She watched mesmerised as she saw a shadowy figure enter the nursery. The soft sound of footsteps on the thick carpet announced the presence of her mummy, with a fresh bottle. A click of the lamp switch illuminated the figure, who, unclipped the crib rail and lowered it. Mummy smiled sweetly at Bethany. Bethany did not respond, instead she gawped wide-eyed as her eyes revealed the long black night dress mummy was attired in. Her heavy breasts heaved beneath the semi transparent layer, as she bent over the crib rail.
'Shush, sweety. Mummy’s just got a bottle for you, and maybe something else, if you take your feed like a good girl.' She whispered. Mummy wanted her baby to remain in a semi conscious state, as she was a bit nervous herself at what she had planned.
The semi darkness of the nursery added to the allure, as Bethany found herself lying on her mummy’s lap, bathed in the folds of mummy’s silky black lingerie. Her soft heavy breasts nestled into Bethany’s cheeks as she took the nipple of the bottle between her lips. Mummy rocked back and forth humming softly to herself, and smiling down at her baby.
Without a warning, a sudden cramp hit Bethany; she had almost forgotten her rumbling bowels, as she lay there content to be nursing on a fresh bottle. She tried in vain to clench her cheeks together, but it was too late. A deluge forced its way into her awaiting nappy, and she cried out in anguish.
Mummy paused for a second, as she wondered what was happening to her baby, but the tell tale sound, and sudden resonance on her thighs, revealed all.
'Oh you dirty little girl,' said a disgusted mummy, breaking the silence. 'You’ve done that on purpose haven’t you?' Her angry voice boomed out in the silence. She was disappointed. It was more to do with the fact that her plans had been thwarted, than the fact that her baby had pooed her nappy, which was natural.
Bethany was unable to reply as mummy held the teat firmly between her lips. Her face however said it all, as it flushed bright red.
'Well it’s no treats for you tonight. You’re going back to your crib to spend the rest of the night in a dirty nappy, as I shall not be changing you. You little stinker. In fact I think you can stay in your dirty nappy until nanny arrives tomorrow afternoon. That will teach you what being a baby is all about!'
After her bottle, Bethany found herself back in her crib, encased in her sleeping bag again. As she lay there frightened, and alone, she whimpered softly to her self. As time ticked slowly by, the nappy rash, which Fiona had predicted, began to envelop her bottom. She kicked her legs in frustration, as she realised that it was her own fault she was now in this predicament. If only I hadn't been so stupid. She finally fell into a deep sleep; it had been a momentous day for her too!
The End…of the beginning.
Hope you all liked it
Hugs
Bethany-Louise
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A Phonecall to Babyland 13
Anthony woke early, apart from his dirty nappy he was relaxed. As he laid in his cot the familiar feelings of babyish bliss washed over him and he began to play with himself through the confines of his sleep suit. His surprise at being able to massage his clitty through all that material caused him to smile. The familiar vision of his perfect nanny appeared in his imagination. A blonde amazon, with huge breasts clearly visible beneath her plunging tight white dress. He imagined her leaning over the cot and cooing to him through her voluptuous lipstick covered lips. Her arm appeared over the cot rail, in her hand a pair of plastic lined pink frilly baby panties, destined for him. It wasn’t long before his faced flushed as squirts of baby cream filled his nappy.
After a short while, a familiar feeling of disgust and loathing at his predicament firmed his resolve to end this before it had gone too far. He sat up and surveyed his surroundings in greater detail looking for a way out. Though he couldn’t open the latch on the sliding cot rail, he thought he would be able to climb over the top. After a struggle he made it, ending up in heap on the floor. He spotted the drawer below the changing table trolley, and pulled it open with his teeth. A pair of scissors caught his eye and he fumbled with them through his mittens. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow as he tried to open the blades. Then an idea struck him. Holding the scissors between both hands he picked away at a wrist seam. The first thread broke and after a while a hole formed. Seeing the coat hook on the back of the door he positioned it through the hole and pulled. The seam tore and he was able to free one hand. In minutes the bag, bonnet and collar were off and lying in a heap on the floor.
He literally tore the rest of the outfit to shreds leaving just the baby pants and nappy. He hesitated at the thought of the soiled nappy, but eventually pulled down the baby pants and then wriggled out of the sagging nappy, dropping both in the bin. Picking up a clean nappy and a packet of baby wipes from the changing table he cleaned himself up. After trying the door which was inevitably locked he searched for more adult clothes, but couldn’t find any, most of the wardrobe space was empty.
Wrapping himself in a pink bath towel, he sat down in the high backed chair in the corner of the room, feeling very pleased with himself. This will show them I mean business, he thought, lets see if mother’s stupid nanny can control me. He decided to raise the bar as far as disruption goes, a job he was an expert at, given his infantile tantrums when he didn’t get his own way. He started to bag loudly on the back of the door.
‘Let me out of here, let me out.’ His scream echoed down the corridor. After repeating his demand several times over he stopped and listened for a response. He tried again and again till his voice began to go hoarse.
He heard footsteps getting closer and then stopping outside the door.
Who’s there. is that you cook, let me out of here immediately.’ He waited for a reply, but nothing came except the sound of the same footsteps running away.
He fell to the floor beating his fists against the carpet, swearing that he would get even with them all. A pathetic show of infantile displeasure.
Cook took the breakfast tray into madam’s bedroom and opened the curtains. Anthony’s mother sat up.
‘I’m so sorry madam but I think Anthony, I mean baby, has got out of his cot and is making the most dreadful noise,’ announced cook.
‘Is the door still locked?’ enquired mother.
‘Yes madam.’
‘Make sure it stays locked till nanny arrives,’ ordered mother, raising herself up further in the bed.
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Phonecall to Babyland 14
As lunchtime approached the doorbell chimed the arrival of nanny. She was early hoping to impress her employer, who had been gracious enough to take her on after such an ignominious exit from her previous job in a mental institution. Her discipline techniques were at odds with today’s politically correct nanny state, and she had been dismissed for gross misconduct. She would never work for the State again. They were just the sort of skills however which were required here, and she would adapt them for her new role.
She was shown into the lounge by the maid. A stout, mature woman, who looked better suited to farm work than nursing stood in front of Anthony’s mother. Her ruddy, deeply lined face was a testament to her years of experience in institutional service. She waited for madam to speak first.
‘Thank goodness you have arrived early nanny. Baby is out of her cot and is creating the most dreadful disturbance. I can only imagine what is going on in there,’ mother enlightened.
‘There is no need to be alarmed madam, I will take care of baby.’ Nanny answered raising herself up on her arches to emphasise her capability. ‘I have read all the material you sent me and have a full understanding of your intentions. As I advised at our previous meeting, it is to be expected that baby will have tantrums in the adjustment phase of her new life. ’
'I'll get the maid to show you to your room next to the nursery. I expect you would like to change and freshen up after your journey.' Mother rang for the maid.
When nanny appeared next in her uniform, her appearance was even more imposing. Changed into her black dress with white belt and white frilly arm cuffs she looked the epitome of an old fashioned nursery nanny. Her heavy bosom fully encased in a long line nursing bra, ready for a reluctant baby.
‘Oh nanny you look wonderful. I'm so glad we went for the traditional nanny uniform, it gives you a great look of authority. Are you ready to meet baby nanny?’ Mother enquired.
‘Yes madam, I heard baby while I was changing, looks like I will have to administer some old fashioned nursery discipline. I will present baby at four o’clock madam.
‘Excellent nanny, I look forward to it. Don’t forget we will leave for Miss Leak’s at half past.’ Answered Anthony’s mother, now convinced she had made the right choice in employing her.
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Phonecall to Babyland 15
Nanny approached the nursery and slowly turned the key in the lock. All was now quiet as Anthony had exhausted himself. She opened the door and immediately spotted Anthony asleep on the carpet covered in the pink towel. Nanny put her bag down and surveyed the infant for a moment before roughly pulling off the towel Anthony was wrapped in. He looked startled as he opened his eyes to the ruddy face bearing down on him. Before he could come to, nanny had hold of his ear and was twisting it violently. Anthony let out a scream as he was brought to his feet. Marching him over to the high backed chair she sat down, pulling the still screaming Anthony over her ample lap, face up.
‘Right babykins, can you explain why you are not dressed and in your cot? Mmm? Nanny is going to have to give her baby girl a taste of nursery discipline for getting undressed and being out of her cot.’ She pinched his cheek looking for a response.
'Nanny is the one in charge now, and I am the one who dresses baby and takes her out of her cot,' said nanny sternly.
Anthony was still too shocked to say anything, as she turned him over. Realising her intended purpose he struggled, but it made no difference, nanny was indeed in charge.
‘Baby has always wanted a nanny to look after her, hasn’t she?’ Not waiting for a reply she continued. ‘Well aren't you a lucky baby. Baby has got her wish. ‘
Anthony struggled on her lap. ‘Let me go you fat pig,’ he shouted as his resistance was met with nanny’s powerful grip.
Satisfied with baby’s position the first smack from nanny’s rough hand landed on his tender behind. Anthony yelped. He was just about let out another cry when the second blow landed on the opposite cheek. Soon nanny found her rhythm turning baby’s botty into a glowing beacon.
After she had decided baby had had enough, she sat him up on her lap. Tears streamed down baby’s red cheeks, as Anthony bawled.
‘There, there babykins, let it all out, crying is good for little sissy’s like you. Baby has to learn some hard lessons, but luckily she has her nanny to help her, hasn’t she? I know all about your little tantrums and the haughty way in which you treat the staff. Well, I can assure you that they are going to have the last laugh from now on. Nanny is going explore all your dirty little secrets, and I think we will begin now. No point in delaying the inevitable.’ Nanny announced with a smile.
Nanny expertly placed Anthony on the floor. He was still sobbing still, unable to comprehend the past few minutes.
Nanny busied herself unfolding a plastic cot under sheet, placing it on the floor in the centre of the nursery. Her eyes scanned the room till she spotted what she was looking for, baby’s discarded dummy. Holding it in front of Anthony’s mouth she waited for him to open. Anthony’s lip quivered and parted, Nanny inserted the large teat.
‘Don’t remove that unless you want another trip over my knee. Now get on this mat. ‘ Nanny ordered.
Anthony started to get to his feet. ‘Sissy baby’s only crawl, unless of course they have their reins on, then they can toddle. I don’t see any reins on baby, so why is she trying to get up?’
Anthony took the advice and got on his knees and started to crawl the short distance to the awaiting mat.
‘Arch your back, I want to see your botty high in the air. It will be far more dramatic when you’re displaying your nappy and baby pants. I can see we will need some practice in baby and toddler deportment, still we have plenty of time for nanny to help you in your desire to become a sissy baby girl.’
‘But I don’t want to,’ blurted out Anthony as he snatched the dummy from his mouth.
‘Dear me, what a naughty baby nanny has here, that’s another spanking you’ve just earned yourself. As time is pressing it can wait until bedtime’. Nanny shook her head and forced the dummy back between Anthony’s lips.
‘I suppose you didn’t want to phone the baby shop asking sissy questions about nappies and baby panties. I’ll bet baby spurted her sissy cream all over her plastic baby panties, as the graphic descriptions of frilly plastic lined baby panties were relayed back to her. I suppose you didn’t want to that either?’ Enquired nanny.
Nanny continued. ‘Your mother has examined your laptop and found all those sissy baby sites you visit. It has been quite informative about your personality and sexual preferences. All those sissy baby stories you had saved, it was so good of you to rate them for us. I suppose you didn’t want to that either?
Anthony suc-ked harder on his dummy as he tried to work out how they had got past his password.
‘I know what you’re thinking baby. It was so simple to guess, who else would have thought of the password Babykins, but a dribbling sissy waiting for her next nappy change.’ ummm, babykins. Nanny bent over to look in Anthony’s eyes.
‘And when you finally had your nap nap and baby panties on you wet yourself just like the sissy baby you are. I suppose you didn’t want to that either, didums. Well baby obviously doesn’t know what is good for her, so nanny is here to decide that for her. Your mother and I have discussed an appropriate treatment and we have decided to let you be the nappy wearing sissy you have always wanted to be. I have formulated a nursery timetable that takes care of all baby’s training but leaves you plenty of time to reflect on your baby status while sitting in a wet or dirty nappy, waiting for change time’.
‘Now let me see you sit like a proper little baby. Legs wide apart, calves flat on the mat, elbows bent, and hands dangling uselessly at the sides of your tummy. There no need for any modesty as all babies are seen in their birthday suit by anyone who happens to drop by’. Nanny continued cheerfully.
Anthony was far from cheerful as he contemplated his situation. This woman is stronger in mind and body than he had anticipated.
Nanny busied herself tidying up the shredded clothes from the floor, tut tutting to herself as she did so. She retrieved baby’s dirty nappy from the bin without a sign of revulsion on her face. She examined the contents and folded it up carefully before placing it in a nappy sack with the baby pants.
‘We will be using this later on didums. Baby will have to learn that only adults can touch her nappy, so this will go back on tonight. A nice sore nappy rash will remind you of the fact.’ Nanny smiled down at a dejected Anthony.
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Phonecall to Babyland 16
A knock at the door announced the arrival of cook. She took one look at Anthony on the mat and burst into hysterics. Anthony’s face flushed as he pictured himself.
‘Yes you might well look shame faced baby. Not so haughty now are you. Just think of all the times you played the big man barking orders at cook, when all the time you were hiding a shameful secret.’ Nanny smirked.
Cook pulled herself together. ‘I have written up baby’s daily menu as instructed nanny. I must say I’m glad I’m not going to have to eat this, I think my stomach would turn just at the smell. Someone is going to have a terribly windy botty with all those pureed sprouts and cabbage,’ Cook wrinkled her nose in mock disgust.
‘Baby will get used to it, after all it’s designed to give her all the goodness she needs, and keep her bowels well regulated. I’ll expect her to have at least two poos a day after a week’. Explained nanny.
‘Uggh nanny, that’s disgusting. I can’t imagine having to change baby every time she wets or poos herself’.
‘Baby only gets four nappy changes a day, so if she wets or poos she will have to sit in it until change time. By the way cook, this is the nappy which baby took off last night, could you put it in the fridge as it’s going back on later, and I want it nice and cold so baby can get the full benefit’. Nanny handed her the nappy sack.
‘With pleasure nanny. It will serve baby right for all the ridiculous orders he has given me over the years’ . Beamed cook. 'The bottles and teats arrived yesterday and the maid has made up half a dozen feeds. I must say they are quite large’. Questioned cook.
‘Baby needs a good feed to make her tummy all podgy and dimpled, like a real baby. I will be needing four bottles during the day and two more to take her through the night please cook’. Answered nanny.
‘Could you send the maid up with a warm bottle in half an hour, baby will be ready for her first feed after I’ve changed her nappy’.
‘Of course nanny, I’m sure she will be delighted’. Finished cook, as she was leaving with the nappy sack.
‘It’s nappy time for you babykins’, said nanny turning her attention to Anthony on the mat.
She bent down and lifted him off the plastic mat with ease. ‘Ooowww, came a muffled cry as the plastic pealed off his botty. The heat from the spanking had almost welded it to his little cheeks. Nanny smiled to herself, knowing that she had planned this all along.
‘On to the changing table with you’. Nanny put her charge down on her back with a thud which almost winding her. ‘Right a word of warning. Baby’s like you lift their bottys’ in the air and keep their legs parted while they are being changed. Nanny needs a full view of baby’s nappy area whilst she’s changing you’.
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Phonecall to Babyland 17
Anthony was frightened possibly for the first time in his life. The possibility of escape back to his old life looked forlorn. Nanny is so many steps ahead all the time and how does she know things that only I know? Thought Anthony.
‘I said botty in the air’. A sharp smack on baby’s botty snapped Anthony back to the present.
Anthony rolled back lifting his botty skyward and parted his legs. Such a humiliating position. ‘Wider baby’. Nanny forced his knees further apart. ‘That’s better, nanny can see what she’s doing now, can’t she babykins, mmm?’ Nanny smiled as she snapped on her rubber gloves.
She walked casually over to the door and retrieved her bag, which looked very business like. After opening it she spotted what she was looking for.
‘Baby must have her health check before her nappy, and the first thing is to take baby’s temperature.’ Announced nanny holding up a thick rectal thermometer.
Her left hand rested firmly on Anthony’s botty, holding him in position, while she dipped the thermometer into an open jar of Vaseline. Her left hand index finger and thumb then parted his delicate rosebud. Anthony whimpered. ‘In we go,’ announced nanny has she slowly but firmly pushed the instrument in. Anthony whimpered louder. He was frightened at the thought of a piece of glass in his clitty.
‘Oh don’t fret babykins, it won’t break I promise. Baby will soon get used to having her temperature taken. A daily health check is all part of baby’s nursery routine, isn’t it?’ Nanny smiled.
Nanny looked at the watch on her chest, while continuing to hold the end of the thermometer steady which the other hand.
A knock on the door and in stepped Samantha the maid. ‘Sorry to be so early with baby’s bottle nanny, but cook told me you were changing baby’s nappy, and I just couldn’t miss this after all the beastly things he has said to me.’
She suddenly realised the vision she was seeing in front of her, baby having her temperature taken. ‘Oh I don’t believe it,’ covering her mouth with the hand. A fresh wave of shame washed over Anthony, it was worse because she was young. It’s not quite so humiliating being seen by an older person.
‘Ooowww,’ came another dummy muffled cry from Anthony as the thermometer was swiftly withdrawn.
‘Serves you right you big sissy, I bet you even enjoyed that,’ chided Samantha.
‘I can see she did,’ announced nanny steadying poor Anthony’s erection between finger and thumb.
‘You mean he really does like being a sissy baby? Oh my word, I don’t believe it, fancy wanting to wear nappies and baby pants and sleep in cot. I can’t think of any fetish that could be so humiliating,’ said the disbelieving maid.
‘This is not a fetish dear, it goes much deeper than that, baby was feeling these urges well before puberty, weren’t you didums?’ Corrected nanny. ‘And now she has her wish. Now to clean out your ears and nose’. Nanny roughly applied a large cotton bud and firmly cleaned each hole. Tossing the buds into the bin, she reached for a clean nappy under the changing trolley.
‘This is a fold I like dear, it’s called Gaynor’s fold, very good on heavy wetter's and girls, so, the perfect nappy fold for this sissy baby.’
Samantha stepped nearer still sniggering at Anthony’s now failing erection. Nanny slid the nappy under baby, pushing her back a little so it would fit all the way to the correct back line. ‘Now for the soaker. I like to pin these separately so that they don’t fall out of position,’ informed nanny pinning up the soaker with normal baby sized nappy pins. ‘It also holds baby’s clitty in place so she wets backwards as she should. Now for the nappy.’ Nanny evened out the two side wings before pulling them together in the centre. She then she pulled the first nappy pin from the bar of soap on the changing trolley and pinned the two wings tightly together. The front was now pulled firmly up and pinned to the two wings at the top of the fold. She folded the legs in to form a barrier round baby’s thighs and pinned them individually at the thigh. ‘I always pin a really tight nappy, especially as baby will be going for long periods between changes. We don’t want to see any sagging nappies do we baby? It also helps with toddling practice as it makes it very difficult for baby to walk in any normal fashion dear.’ Informed nanny, struggling to get the last pin secured.
‘See’, pointed nanny as she stepped back so Samantha could have a fuller view.
‘Don’t you usually powder and cream baby nanny, before putting on her nappy?’ Samantha almost sounded concerned.
‘Usually dear, but this little madam is going to get a nice sore nappy rash to remind her not to touch her nappies. No powder and cream for her!’
‘Serves her right too,’ giggled Samantha.
Anthony strained his neck to look at the very tight nappy he had been pinned into.
‘Now just a pair of baby pants and then we’re done. Medium should be plenty big enough for a normal daytime nappy.’ informed nanny.
‘You can put these on baby if you like, after all baby must get used to strangers changing her nappy’. Announced nanny, passing them over to Samantha.
‘I’d love to,’ announced Samantha flapping out the semi transparent pink PVC.