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This is an old story that I wrote, and have rewrote several times, and which used to be at Bettys old story site. However, I believe it was never archived here.
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This is a completely fictional story.
Peter's Punishment by Patti Remick
Prologue/Part 1
10 year old peter has been a total little brat again!
Mommy has really had it with me this time. She is going to punish me
and She knows exactly how She will do it!
It all starts as She says to me, "Now I have repeatedly warned you
about this behavior of yours. I am sick and tired of it and now Mommy
is going to punish you real good, you little brat." Mommy then says to
me with a wicked look in Her eyes and a smirk on Her lips, "I have a
punishment for you that will be just perfect…and one you'll never
forget… you bad bad little sissy brat." She continues, "I have wanted
to punish you like this for some time and I have gone out and purchased
exactly what I need for your punishment." It's so obvious that Mommy is
going to ENJOY this!
Nervously, I begin to whine, "Oh please Mommy please don't punish me,
I'll be a good boy…I promise I will be now…pleeeease don't." I continue
to plead with Mommy not to punish me, but She totally ignores me and
has NO SYMPATHY. She thinks to Herself: "What a pathetic little sissy
he really is!"
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Peter's Punishment, Part 2 by Patti Remick
Unknown to me, Mommy had previously gone out shopping and purchased
many items which She knows are just perfect for punishing this bad
little sissy. She grabs me firmly by one wrist, and continuing to
ignore my pleading, She marches me upstairs to my bedroom. As She drags
me into my room I can see several shopping bags are waiting for me on
my bed. She very coldly and sarcastically says to me, 'Do you know what
Mommy has for you…well I just know my little sissy brat will like what
Mommy has got for you.'
With that remark She begins to open one of the bags and says to me, "I
have some new clothes for you that are so very appropriate for the
little sissy brat that you are…do you know what they are?" I quickly
and nervously shake my head 'no' as She says, "They are little GIRLS
clothes…and you will be going to be wearing them for as long as I say
so."
Horrified I quickly begin to cry and whine as I beg Her not to punish
me like this. "Oh please Mommy don't do this…please no…I promise I'll
be good…I didn't mean to be bad…I'm really very sorry ..please don't do
this." But I can see that my whining is irritating Her even more and is
just making Her more determined than ever. She says She knows that I am
really such a little sissy and this is the most appropriate punishment
for me.
"You've been such a bad little sissy brat so I decided that since you
cannot seem to be a good boy we will just have to see if you can be a
good little girl."
I begin to yell, "Nooo…noooo."
But She quickly responds with a stern, "Now shut up and take off all
your clothes right now or else!" I can tell by the tone of Her voice
that She really means it this time. I meekly obey and quickly I am
stripped naked in front of Her. Then with utter delight She begins to
dress me in my punishment clothes.
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Peter's Punishment, Part 3 by Patti Remick
Standing naked in front of Her I am overcome with fear and horror as
She begins to take the clothes out of the bags. I almost faint as the
first thing She takes out of one of the bags is a package of panties. I
can clearly see that the package says: GIRLS NYLON PANTIES – 6 PAIRS.
She opens the package and removes one pair. As She unfolds it I can see
that it is shiny and white with lace trim at the waistband and leg
openings. To my continued horror I can even see that there is a little
white bow attached to the lace waistband in the front.
"Oh please no, no Mommy…those are girls panties…please don't make me
wear them," I plead. But my pleading is in vain as She holds the panty
out and open in front of me and makes me step into them. I begin to
softly cry and through my tears I can see the smile on Her face as She
pulls them up firmly.
With the panties completely on She runs Her finger around the waistband
and legbands. She then has me turn slightly and She runs Her hand over
my now panty clad little bottom. "Oh they fit you perfectly…I got the
right size. And you are so 'small' that the panties make you nice and
smooth and flat between your legs, don't you think?" She coldly
exclaims, looking down at my crotch I can see that She is right and
that my tiny male genitals are completely hidden and my crotch has been
smoothed out by the panty. In horror I realize my crotch now looks just
like a little girls.
She then makes me sit down on my bed as She next removes from the same
bag four thin packages. Again horrified I can see each package says:
GIRLS NYLON TIGHTS – ONE PAIR SIZE SMALL. I can see that two of the
packages contain white tights and the other two are pink. She tells me
to sit still as She removes one of the white pairs of tights from its
package and unfolds it. She tells me to, "Keep still and hold your legs
straight out." As She begins to put the tights on me, expertly rolling
up each leg with Her fingers and pulling them over my feet until both
sides are pulled up to my knees. Again I plead with Her to stop but I
am ignored and am told me to stand. As I try to resist She practically
lifts me up off the bed and onto my feet. She will have none of my
whining, and after She stands me up She expertly pulls the tights up
the rest of the way to my waist.
As I stand in front of Her She makes sure the panties and tights are
pulled up securely and that the tights are on with the crotch seam
straight and the waistband firmly around my waist. Much to my distress
She runs Her hands over the panties and tights to make sure they are
smooth and secure as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I know
that Mommy sees my tears but She ignores them and in fact another
little smile begins to show on Her face. I again quickly look down and
I am in shock as I look at the lace trimmed waistband of the white
tights up around my waist, the white panties underneath, and my now
smooth and flat crotch.
Mommy now takes out of a second bag something that looks like a white
shirt. As I look at it I have some hope that perhaps She is only going
to make me wear girls underwear. I watch as She unbuttons the collar
button and wrist cuff buttons and removes the price tag. As She does
this I further study this 'shirt' and quickly realize it's not a shirt
but a girls blouse. I can see that it is a very fancy blouse with lace
trim along the wrist cuffs and at the collar. The collar is also very
rounded in the front and I can see the little tag at the inside back of
the collar: CHRISTY BROOKS – GIRLS SIZE 6.
She holds the blouse in front of me and says, "Oh look at your pretty
new blouse…don't you think its so perfect for a little sissy like you."
Still ignoring my tears She makes me put my arms into the sleeves and
then She buttons it right up to my neck, telling me, "Hold still,"
while She buttons the top collar button and then the cuff buttons. I am
horrified as I look down at my arms and see the frilly lace on the
cuffs and then lower my head and see the same thing on the now tightly
buttoned collar around my neck.. The bottom of the blouse comes down to
just below the waistband of my tights.
Next She takes from one of the bags what looks like a several pairs of
white socks. But as I look closer I am again horrified to see that
these too have lace on them. She removes one pair of them from their
little package, which I can see says: LITTLE GIRLS LACE ANKLET SOCKS,
SIZE S - saying to me with a cold look in Her eyes and a little smirk
on Her face. "Oh aren't these lace anklet socks just adorable I just
love these, now sit down again while Mommy puts them on you."
Completely powerless to stop Her, I sit down on the bed and watch in
total horror as She then puts the anklet socks on my feet over the
tights, making sure they are on completely. Reeling from the sight of
them on my feet I try to pull my feet away from Her hands. "Now hold
still you little sissy," She snaps at me as She rolls the top of each
anklet sock down and fixes the very lacy trim so it is sticking
straight out from just above my ankles. I look down at my feet and
cannot believe the sight of the lace anklet socks on my feet over the
white tights. Next Mommy takes from a different shopping bag a shoe
box. The box is white with pink writing on it. She begins to open it
and mocking says, "Oh, now I know my little sissy is going to love
the shoes that Mommy has got here."
I nearly faint again as She opens the box and takes from it pair of
what looks exactly like the shoes I have seen so many little girls at
school and at church wearing. They are shiny black patent leather 'Mary
Jane' shoes with the straps that go across the top and little buckles
on the sides.
Smugly smiling at me again, She takes them out of the box and picks
them both up in one of Her hands holding them right up to my face by
their straps. "Aren't they cute?" She sarcastically asks me as She
teasingly rocks them in Her hand by their straps in front of my eyes.
I begin to beg Mommy again, "Please Mommy please don't make me wear
those shoes…they are little girls shoes…please, please…I don't want to
wear little girls shoes."
But She quickly chides me, "Well I don't care what you want, I picked
these shoes out especially for you and you are going to wear them!"
coldly adding, "and they are going to look just perfect with the rest
of your outfit!" She tells me to stay very still as She puts my feet
into each one and straps them on securely. I can feel Her secure the
straps tightly across the tops of my feet. But even in my horror of
seeing them on my feet I can tell by feel that they do fit me
perfectly. Mommy now says, "Now stand up so I can look at you," and as
I slowly stand She stands back to look at me. "You really are such a
little sissy and these clothes are really just so perfect for you,"
She says as She looks at me standing there in my panties, tights,
blouse, anklet socks, and Mary Jane shoes.
Chidingly, as She continues to ignore my tears She looks at me and
says, "Well now my little sissy…don't you think these clothes are just
right for a sissy like you?...I certainly do."
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Peter's Punishment, Part 4 by Patti Remick
As I continue to cry I begin to try again to say to Her that I'm sorry
but before I can say anything, and ignoring my clear distress over the
attire She has put me in, She sarcastically says, "Now Mommy has one
last item of clothes for you to wear…can you guess what it is my little
sissy?"
I am too horrified to say anything but my imagination runs wild as She
reaches into the last shopping bag and begins to take out something
that at first I mistake for a pair of shorts. It is a pink and at first
glance I immediately notice that it is very odd looking for a pair of
shorts. Coldly, Mommy looks at me and says, "Now for the most special
item which matches the rest of your outfit so well and is so perfect
for Mommy's little sissy," and then adding the horrifying word, "for
Mommy's little sissy GIRL."
Even now, wearing the very feminine clothes She has put me in, I gasp
as She holds the garment up and I fully see what She has taken out from
the last bag. It is a short pink pleated skirt and She holds it up in
front of me with a big smile on Her face. The sight of it is so
horrifying that it makes me step back and as I do I have a multitude of
unfamiliar sensations: the panties being held against me by the tights,
the tights on my legs rubbing against themselves, and the tightness of
the straps of the Mary Jane shoes on my feet.
Mommy sees my reaction but She calmly steps up to me and sarcastically
says, "Well what's the matter my little sissy? Now I know my little
sissy girl really wants to put on her pretty little skirt, doesn't
she? doesn't she want to finish getting dressed?" With that remark She
holds the skirt out by its waistband by Her long red nailed fingers and
makes me step into it. She holds it at knee height as I slowly place
each foot into the hideous garment. I am totally horrified as She then
pulls it up around my waist, putting Her hands down the elastic waist
band to adjust it and the bottom of my blouse. She then puts Her hands
up under my skirt, lifting it up to pull down the bottom of my blouse
as it has rode up when She pulled the skirt up my legs.
As Mommy finishes Her adjustments I glance down in total horror to see
that the skirt is so short it barely covers my tights covered panties.
It is much shorter than the skirts the little girls at school wear.
Mommy again steps back to look at me and says in a very mocking tone,
"Oh what a pretty little sissy boy… oops, I mean little girl, you are.
I think you look adorable in your new outfit, don't you?"
With that remark Mommy says something that totally horrifies me even
more as She coldly looks at me and says, "You know something…I am so
glad that all the sales girls at the department stores were so helpful
because I told all of them that I needed these clothes a punishment for
a very bad little sissy boy…And when they heard this they were all just
too happy to help me convert from your old boy sizes to your new girl
sizes…they all thought this punishment was such a wonderful idea…and
those nice girls all did such a great job and it really shows as these
clothes fit you so perfectly. And they all were so nice in helping me
pick out a very nice sissy outfit for you…They all told me to bring you
back so they could all see you in your new outfit and they all said
they were very eager to help me pick out even more sissy little girl
outfits for you. I'm sure you will want me to take you back in your
new clothes so you can thank them all yourself…I think that would just
be so sweet." My heart is pounding and I feel faint as I hear Her
cutting words.
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Peter's Punishment, Part 5 by Patti Remick
Mommy looks at me and mockingly says, "You know…I think 'Peter' is a
very stupid name for a pretty sissy little girl like you, don't you
think?' I begin to try to say no but She cuts me right off saying, "We
do need a proper sissy name for you." She thinks for a minute and I am
too horrified to say anything when She finally says, "I think you
should be called Patti…Its such a pretty name for a little sissy girl
like you, don't you think so?"
"No please nooo Mommy," I quickly beg, very large tears now streaming
down my face, but She just ignores me. Now with an even more
unsympathetic manner than She has exhibited before.
She said, "Ok little Patti it's time to go downstairs now." She grabs
me firmly by the arm, as She grabs my arm and calls me 'Patti' a cold
shiver goes up my spine.
I am totally horrified and very self conscious as She marches me back
down to the living room. The tights especially feel very strange on my
legs as they rub together. I can also feel the skirt bounce around my
tights clad legs as I take each step. Then with a cold look in Her eyes
Mommy begins again to tease and taunt me about Her taking me out
shopping for more little girls clothes since its so obvious that She
thinks I look so adorable and cute in my new outfit. Looking at me and
coldly smiling She says, 'Oh you are sooo adorable and I can't wait to
take you shopping for some more little sissy girlie clothes…and I hope
those same nice sales girls that helped me with this outfit are there
when we go.'
I can't believe what She just said and hope She really didn't mean it
but with that look in Her eyes my heart begins to pound again. She
continues, "Don't you want to go shopping with Mommy for some new
outfits Patti? A sissy girl like you really needs a whole wardrobe of
little girls clothes don't you think?"
Horrified at this remark I again beg and plead with Her to let me out
of these clothes, "Oh please Mommy, I promise that I will be a very
good boy, I really promise, please can I have my old clothes back, oh
Mommy please?" But instead of having any sympathy for me She begins to
makes me walk around for Her, commenting on how cute and adorable I am
and how I really am a total little sissy. She IGNORES my tears and my
pleading to get out of these clothes, as it is so apparent that She is
taking great pleasure in punishing and humiliating me this way.
She mockingly shows me how to curtsey and then takes the utmost delight
as She makes me curtsey several times for Her until She is satisfied I
have done it to Her liking. As I curtsey and hold my short skirt out,
my tights covered panties are clearly visible and She makes sure I am
aware of it by saying as I curtsey, "Oh you are so cute when you show
off your pretty panties…you will have to curtsey just like you have
done now and show off your pretty sissy panties to the sales girls when
we go shopping. Oh what a good little girl you are going to be!" Then
widely grinning She remarks, "I guess I am just going to have to empty
out all your closets and drawers of all of your old boy clothes to
make room for your new wardrobe…and we will have to get you a wardrobe
that all the other little girls in the neighborhood and at school will
just be so jealous of!"
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Peter's Punishment, Part 6 by Patti Remick
Wanting to try and end the humiliation of the curtseys and Mommy's
teasing I try to sit down on the couch. But angrily She quickly grabs
me by the arm and scolds, "I didn't say you could sit down, did I? Now
you will not sit down until I say you can do you understand me." I
meekly nod my head as I stand in front of Her. She coldly looks at me
and says, "Ok now my little sissy can sit down." Using anything I can
do to lessen my extreme torment I quickly sit down on the couch. But as
I do I have unknowingly made Mommy very angry again as She sternly
says, "Now when a little sissy girl like you sits down she will
properly fold her skirt under her with her hands so it doesn't get
wrinkled ..do you understand?" With that remark She makes me stand up
and keenly watches as I, in total humiliation, gently fold my skirt
under me with both hands.
She makes me do this utterly humiliating action several times until She
is also satisfied with this. Each time She makes me sit I carefully try
to fold the short skirt under me and I can feel the shortness of it and
then the strange feeling of my hands against the back of the my tights
clad thighs. As I sit on the couch with fresh tears running down my
cheeks Mommy just stares at me. I try not to look at Her in my
humiliated state. Finally She coldly says, "Now this is what we have do
to bad little sissies like you! I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner!"
As I sit on the couch I look down at my little legs and realize they
really do look exactly like a little girls legs clad in tights, lace
anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. I look down and see that in my
sitting position the little pink skirt I am wearing barely even covers
my crotch and I can even see a little bit of my lace trimmed panty
through my tights. As I try to gently tug my skirt down Mommy snaps,
"Patti you leave your skirt alone now – I don't want it ruined!"
I sit frozen and for a few moments Mommy looks deep in thought. I start
to think that maybe She going to let my torment end and is ready to let
me change out of these clothes and all that talk about cleaning out my
closets and taking me shopping was just Her teasing me. In fact I
quickly glance at Mommy's face and Her expression looks like it has
softened. Thinking that now is my chance I am about to ask Her again if
I can get out of these clothes when suddenly She looks up a me and
with a little smile on Her lips says, "I have an idea for some fun." I
am really nervous about the way She said 'fun' and the cold look in Her
eyes.
Peter's Punishment, Part 7 by Patti Remick
With this remark She says, "I think I will call Cathy and Linda over…I
bet they would really love to see you now!" I am horrified as She
begins to tell me how Her girlfriends always told Her that I was such a
little sissy and should be really be punished just like one. I am in
shock as She coldly says, "I'm so glad I finally listened to them…I'm
calling them right now so they can come over and see that they were
right!" She picks up the telephone and as She begins to dial I realize
that my punishment is not over by any means and, in fact, seems to be
just beginning.
I now become so petrified that I begin to cry hysterically, jumping up
off the couch and standing in front of Her pounding my little feet on
the floor and screaming, "No no no, please Mommy no." But like every
time I have pleaded with Her before She just ignores me.
I just cannot believe She is going to show me off to Her girlfriends
dressed like I am. In my hysterics I fall onto the floor laying there
kicking my legs futilely. I am making such a commotion that Mommy
angrily hangs up the telephone and begins to walk over to where I am
still laying on the floor crying. Suddenly I begin to feel a warm
feeling in my crotch. At first I think its just because I have been
frantically kicking my legs so much, but then I quickly realize to my
absolute horror that in my hysterics I have accidentally wet my
panties. I quickly realize that it is just a small amount, but I
panic in horror and immediately try to hide this but my short little
skirt has rode up and I can see the little wet spot that has seeped
through my panties and has even made a tiny little wet spot on
the crotch area of my tights.
Although it is very small and I thought I hid it I am wrong. Mommy has
also seen it and furiously confronts me, "What did you do?…what did you
do? What was that spot? What are you hiding from me?" Then she utters
those horrific words, "Have you wet your panties?" Still laying on the
floor I try to roll over onto my stomach so as to best attempt to hide
the wet spot, but She grabs me by the arm and rolls me onto my back.
She puts one of Her hands firmly on my chest keeping me from rolling
back over and She quickly pulls up the front of my skirt with Her other
hand to confirm what She suspects. I quickly try to push my legs
together tightly to hide the wet spot but She is now furious and
sternly says, "Spread your legs right now do you hear me...spread
your legs now!"
Horrified at what She will find I try to continue to hold my tights
covered legs tightly together but She is too overpowering as She begins
to push my legs apart first pushing one thigh out and then the other. I
realize it is futile to continue resisting and She continues to push my
little legs out until my legs are well spread, my little skirt pushed
up and my knees bent. "Well oh my, look what we have here," She
sarcastically says as She looks at the little wet spot on my crotch.
As I see the anger in Her eyes I begin to beg and plead with Her, "Oh
Mommy, it was an accident...I'm sorry Mommy." I try to beg Her to let
me go to the bathroom. "Please Mommy I'm sorry…it was an accident
please let me go to the bathroom…please." As I see that She is
continuing to ignore my pleas. I try a ploy that I hope will work and
say to Her, "Oh please Mommy…I think I need to pee some more." Thinking
that She would let me go if She believed that I had to pee more. But I
can tell that there is no way She will listen to me and She totally
ignores me and my plea, that I still need to pee.
"Well what a little sissy BABY we have here!" Now I am reeling from Her
using the word 'baby' but She coldly continues, "our little baby sissy
girl has wet her panties hasn't she?" I futilely shake my head 'no' but
She just holds me and says, "Oh yes you have. Don't you lie to Mommy,
you have wet your panties just like a little sissy baby girl haven't
you, HAVEN'T YOU?" I cannot answer Her as She says to me, "What a
bad girl you are…a very bad little girl."
I just lay there crying and wondering what will happen next. I am to
quickly and horribly find out that Mommy has an additional punishment
for this little sissy baby brat.
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Peter's Punishment, Part 8 by Patti Remick
As I lay there crying and whining She angrily grabs me firmly by the
arm and lifts me off the floor. I continue to cry hysterically and can
feel the wet panties against my crotch as She practically drags me back
upstairs. My little legs are doing all they can to keep up with Mommy
who has a firm grip on me and is pulling me along quickly. As She drags
me up the stairs She says, "So you need to pee more?" sarcastically
mimicking my plea. And then very angrily She snarls, "Get upstairs you
bad little baby…what a very bad little sissy baby girl you are…get
upstairs!"
At first I assume She will probably take me back to my bedroom and in a
strange way I feel a sense of relief as I assume She will have to take
me out of these wet panties and will probably undress me to do so.
Maybe, I pray, She will even put me back in my boy clothes too. But I
am discover that I am terribly mistaken as She takes me past my
bedroom, and past the bathroom, to the door at the end of the hallway.
I know that this room had been empty for a long time but in the last
few months Mommy had started to keep the door closed and locked. I have
no idea what is in it, why She has kept it locked, or why She has taken
me here. While still holding me firmly by the arm She reaches into
the pocket of Her jeans and takes out a set of keys. Then She unlocks
the door and I nearly faint - my little tights clad legs feeling weak -
with the sight I am seeing.
She has converted the room into what looks exactly like a baby's
nursery room – in fact from what I can see She has made it into a
little baby GIRLS nursery room. It is painted pink and decorated with
pink and white and I notice right away all the white baby furniture in
it. As I quickly look around in horror I see what definitely is a crib
with tall white metal bars on all sides, a large playpen on the floor
and what appears to look like a baby's changing table with drawers and
large storage compartments underneath it.
I am frozen in the doorway as I look around the room in shock and am
suddenly jolted as She quickly and firmly pulls me into the room. She
then pushes me further into the room and proceeds to quickly lock the
door behind Her with a key. Frantically, I try to run for the door but
I cannot open it as She has locked it securely. I look up at Her as I
struggle with the door but She just smiles at me apparently taking
great pleasure from my predicament. In my frustration I finally just
collapse on the floor at the foot of the door, continuing to cry
hysterically.
Ignoring my crying I can see through my tears that She has walked over
to what appeared to me to be a changing table. Through my tears I look
at it carefully and am horrified. Although it looks a bit large it
definitely IS a changing table just like a baby's changing table. It
has a white padded top with pink edging and I can see what appears to
be several white straps with little pink fasteners at their ends. It
has several drawers and compartments directly under the padded top
although I cannot really see what is it those drawers.
I am startled as Mommy turns around and while standing in front of the
table looks at me and very matter of factually says, "Ok you bad little
sissy baby, lets get you up here so you can 'pee more'."
Her continued sarcasm on the phrase 'pee more' is not lost on me as I
am now realizing my little ploy has totally backfired. Further
horrified at hearing this, I now try to stay were I am near the door. I
look over at Her, my eyes pleading, but She just sarcastically smiles
back at me and with a flattened hand mockingly taps twice on the padded
surface of the table, Her hand motion tauntingly 'calling' me to the
padded table as She says, "Come on now my little sissy baby…I'm
waiting." Completely horrified I continue to stay frozen by the foot of
the door. She again says, "Now come on my little sissy Patti, I want
you to get up here for Mommy right now…like a good little sissy baby."
Horrified by what I see I continue to remain at the foot of the door.
But now Mommy's face turns very stern and She puts Her hand on the top
of the table's padded surface and says, "Now Patti, get up off the
floor and get up here on the changing table right now or else."
As I hear Her use the words CHANGING TABLE I just cannot take it and
begin to have another tantrum but this time Mommy comes right over to
where I am laying and begins to pick me up. Hysterically, I try to
resist but She grabs my arms and practically drags me to the changing
table. I begin to scream and cry as She then grabs me under my arms and
quickly lifts me up…my little lace anklet and Mary Jane shoe encased
feet desperately trying to stay touching the floor. As She holds me up
from under my arms my crotch is clearly visible to Her inspection and
She can now clearly see that I have further wet my panties and tights.
With a disgusted look on Her face She continues to lift my now
hysterical body up and in one swift motion She lifts me up over the
table and lays me down with my back on the padded surface of the
hideous piece of furniture.
I can feel the plastic cover of the table's padded surface and, still
hysterical, I try to get up off of it. But She quickly pushes me back
down onto it on my back, and tells me, "Now don't you move." Before I
can even try to move again She quickly brings one of the white straps
under my arms and across my chest and fastens it to a pink clip on the
other side of the table. She then firmly pulls the strap tight and I
quickly realize I can no longer lift myself off the table or even roll
over. I am still hysterical as She now orders me to pull my skirt up. I
am crying very loudly but She tells me to lie still, shut up, and
do as I am told. Angrily She yells, "Pull the front of your skirt up
right now, and spread your legs do you understand me!" Her now raised
and harsh voice startles me and using both hands I quickly put my skirt
up over my blouse.
Restrained as I am I can no longer even attempt to try and hide my wet
crotch and complying with Her orders I now move my feet apart. Mommy
now looks very closely at my wet panties and tights and again shakes
Her head in disgust. She coldly says, "Well you little sissy, just look
at this…You have had a tantrum and wet your panties just like a little
baby, didn't you?"
Crying loudly all I can say is, "No Mommy no, it was, it was an
accident…I'm sorry…pleeease…." But She just ignores my pleading as She
did before. She then says to me something that totally horrifies me
because I'm not sure what She means but I can clearly tell that She is
seething with anger.
"Well we have something for bad little sissy girls who wet their
panties."
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I continue to cry as Mommy again tells me, "Lay still," but now She
Adds, "and put your legs together.' As I continue to hold my skirt up
over my blouse, now afraid to even let go of it, I am horrified at how
angry She is and I quickly comply and I push my feet together until my
Mary Jane shoes are touching. I am praying that She is satisfied that
She has seen that I have wet my panties and that She will now take me
to the bathroom. But I am sorely mistaken as Mommy then takes both of
Her hands, and grabbing my tights by the waistband carefully but
deliberately, pulls them down to my ankles. I was not prepared for this
and don't know what She is doing and become hysterical again kicking my
legs back and forth. I quickly realize that by pulling the tights down
to my ankles it has effectively bound my feet together. She grabs me
firmly by the chin and tells me, "Stop your kicking right now …you hold
perfectly still you little brat…do you understand me!" Again I quickly
comply at the harsh sound of Her voice and become motionless.
I watch in agony as She then reaches down under the table and see that
She has retrieved a pair of scissors. She says nothing to me but I can
tell I better not move one muscle as She proceeds to cut my wet panties
off with the scissors by snipping through the waistband at each leg
opening and briskly pulling the wet panties out from under me. She
holds them up so She can see then and coldly says, "I think our little
baby girl wet her panties some more when she had her tantrum here in
the nursery…didn't she?…well I guess you really did need to 'pee more'
these panties are soaked!" Furious at their wetness, She pushes the wet
panties in my face and nose and holds them there as I try to turn my
head away from them. Now chiding me about this 'accident' I watch in
horror as She tosses the panties into the trash.
As I continue to cry She tells me to spread my legs wide and continue
to hold my skirt up. She has no sympathy what so ever and coldly says
She was glad She was prepared for a little sissy girl like me to act
like such a baby as I comply and spread my legs. "Now you pathetic
little sissy…since you act like a baby you will be treated like a
baby," She coldly says. As I lay there frozen with fright She reaches
under the table and brings up a large white bottle of what is clearly
baby powder and what looks like a container of pre-moistened baby wipes
and places them near my feet.
At first I can't really see it but I quickly lift my head and can read
that the container says in large print: BABY WIPES – 500 COUNT. I can
also see that in smaller print it says: Cleans and Soothes – Helps
Prevent Chaffing and Diaper Rash. Ignoring my tears and pleading She
takes a baby wipe from the container and begins to wipe it all over my
tiny male genitals. Still not completely comprehending what is
happening to me I realize that the baby wipe feels cool on my skin. As
She continues with a second wipe I realize that I have unconsciously
spread my legs even wider so She can easily wipe my crotch and genital
area. She then grabs my feet which are still locked together by the
tights around my ankles and before I know it She firmly lifts them up
off the table and practically over my head fully exposing my rear.
The strap around my chest prevents me from any movement of my upper
body and She has a firm hold on my legs at my ankles. Still firmly
holding my legs with one hand She takes another baby wipe and begins to
wipe my rear and anus. I cry hysterically as She does this but She just
continues to ignore me. Still holding my legs I see Her reach for the
bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I
see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle
back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads
the powder on me. Finally She lowers my legs back onto the table.
She orders me to spread my legs wide and I do but my feet are still
bound together by the tights so all I can do in bend my knees and pull
my feet towards me. She actually smiles in delight and is even a bit
surprised as She watches me spread my legs like this and even softens
Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby –
spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins
to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals
telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Satisfied that I
am well powdered She then reaches down and I hear Her opening one of
the drawers. I am totally horrified and nearly faint at what I see
next.
A thick white disposable diaper, I don't think I can remember ever
seeing one of these so close to me in my life. She smiles, almost
giggling, as She sees my horrified reaction to the sight of it as She
holds the still folded diaper between Her red nailed fingers. Even as
She holds it in its folded state I can see the white plastic covering,
thick white padding, elastic leg gathers and wide white fastening
tapes. She stares at me and brings the diaper closer to my face and
mockingly says, "Do you know what I have here for you?" I say
nothing in my frightened state and She says again, "Come on now…be a
good little sissy and tell Mommy what I have here for you."
Hysterically I cry out, "Nooo, nooo…pleeeease."
Again She taunts me, "Come on little sissy girl, tell Mommy what I
have for her here." Finally sensing that it is just too much for me to
answer Her She finally sarcastically says, "Alright…don't answer me you
little brat …you know what this is and if you have any doubt you are
going to find out right now…now you keep your legs spread wide and lift
up your bottom so I can put you in your diaper you very BAD BAD little
girl."
Oh God, She really means it. She is really going to put me in a diaper.
A diaper! I just cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm a ten
years old boy and I'm now dressed like a 6 year old girl and now I am
going to be put into a diaper too. I begin again to plead with Her not
to put me in the diaper but She will have none of it. She angrily
Scowls, "You have really been a very bad little bratty sissy girl and
this is what happens to bad little sissies like you who wet their
panties…they have to wear diapers, now lift up now!" Seeing the anger
in Her face I quickly comply and lift my rear off the table feeling
the tightness of the strap across my chest as I try to arch my back.
Now as She unfolds the diaper I see its hideous hourglass shape,
elastic leg and waist bands, and thick white padding. Pleased that I am
still holding my rear off the table Her tone softens a bit and She now
coldly begins teasing me by holding the diaper near my tear streaked
face and stroking Her fingers over the now open crotch of the diaper
and saying, "h these diapers are so soft and thick, they were the
thickest ones available…and the package said they were 'baby soft' so I
just knew you are going to love wearing them."
I watch in sheer horror as She then expertly slides the unfolded diaper
under me. I try to now hold myself up off the diaper but Mommy puts Her
hand on my stomach and firmly begins to push as She says, "Now stop
being such a brat a be a good little sissy baby and lay down on your
diaper."
Knowing I cannot resist Her I relax and lower my rear onto the diaper
and as I do I can feel its very thick, and soft, padding against my
rear. She tells me to continue to hold my skirt up over my chest as I
have unconsciously never let go of it the whole time. Now as I continue
to plead She coldly says, "You know something you little sissy brat,
I've really had enough noise and whining out of you," She then reaches
down and pulls from a drawer underneath me a large baby's pacifier
which She thrusts into my mouth. She holds it there with Her hand as
She says, "Now that will keep our little sissy baby girl quiet...don't
you touch it or even think of spitting it out…do you understand me." I
look at Her coldly starring at me as She says again, "Do you understand
me!" Now unable to speak I meekly nod my head up and down. Finally She
says, "Now that's a good baby girl," as She finally takes Her hand off
the pacifier, leaving it firmly in my mouth.
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She finally begins to smile again and I now watch Her as She tries not
to giggle at me as I lay there strapped on the changing table, pacifier
plugging my mouth, my white blouse buttoned up to my neck, my hands
holding my skirt hem up around my chest, my tights pulled down around
my lace anklet encased feet which are locked in black patent leather
Mary Jane shoes, legs spread wide with knees bent, unfolded hourglass
shaped disposable diaper under my powdered crotch and rear. As I lay
there She tells me how PATHETIC a little sissy I am. I lay on the
changing table in that position as Mommy sternly tells me not to move.
"Now don't you move one bit…do you hear me." She then takes Her keys
out of the pocket of Her jeans, unlocks the door, and walks out of the
room. I can hear Her walk down the hall and go into the bathroom and
close the door. A few moments later I hear the toilet flush and water
running in the sink. For a few minutes there is total silence and I
quickly look around the room. I again can see the crib which looks just
like a baby's crib with shiny metal bars on all sides except that it
seems a bit larger than ones I have seen for babies. The playpen also
looks quite large and the sides seem very high - almost as tall as I
am.
While Mommy is out of the room my mind is racing. I am trying to look
at everything in the room and I have a thought of trying to unhook the
strap and get down off the table when Mommy walks back into the room,
re-locking the door behind Her. As She does, I begin to try to plead
with Her again but the pacifier prevents me from speaking and I am
too frightened to take it out. She walks over and stands in front of
the changing table She has secured me to. She completely ignores my
pleading looking tear streaked eyes, and says, "Ok little sissy baby,
it's time we finish getting you into your diaper."
I try to yell, "No, no," but with the pacifier in my mouth the only
sounds I can make are little moans. I am praying for mercy but Mommy
shows none whatsoever. With both of Her hands She begins to firmly pull
the diaper up between my legs. As She pulls it tight over my crotch
it forces my legs to be spread out even further and I can now really
begin to feel the thickness of its padding. I lay motionless as She
then tapes it on very securely, first one side and then the other,
making several adjustments as She makes sure it is on very tight
and secure. I can really feel that it is very thick and that She has
put it on me very tightly.
I try to move my hands down near the diaper to see if there is any
chance I can unfasten the tapes but She quickly brushes them away and
scowls, "You keep your hands away from your diaper, do you understand
me…don't even think of trying to take it off…do you understand me! You
have been a very bad little sissy girl and you will wear diapers
for as long as I say so!"
She then tells me to straighten my legs and She firmly pulls my tights
back up making sure they are fully up with the waistband around my
waist. She runs Her hand over my diapered crotch making sure the tights
are completely pulled up and the thick disposable diaper is smooth
under it. She smiles as She can see that the tights have essentially
locked the thick diaper on me so securely that I can no longer close my
legs. I try to close my legs but I cannot and I can only comfortably
lay there with my legs spread and knees bent.. Mommy leans over and
looking me right in the eye says, "Now our little sissy baby girl can
wet herself all She wants," then sarcastically correcting Herself. "Oh,
'pee more', Mommy has plenty more diapers for you."
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After making me lay there for some more time Mommy finally undoes the
strap and tells me to get up off the table and in my slow response She
actually grabs me under both arms and picks me up off the table. As I
get to my feet I look down in horror to see that my short skirt does
nothing to hide the thick diaper which is clearly visible under my
tights. With a giggle Mommy says She will need to take me out shopping
to the supermarket for more diapers since She only bought one package
which will only be a 'few days supply' and She cannot wait to put me in
the seat of the shopping cart so everybody can see what a sissy little
girl I really am. She also reiterates that She can't wait to take me
shopping for more little girls clothes making special note of the fact
that my very small size will be a great advantage for Her so She can
pick out clothes appropriate for a five or six year old girl.
She then says with a laugh, "I think we can even get you into some of
the larger toddler girl dresses…they are just so adorable...I'm sure
you would fit into them and they are made especially to fit nicely over
thick diapers like you are going to be wearing…and I'm sure the
salesgirls will help us pick them out." With this cutting remark I
swallow hard and as I reach for the pacifier in my mouth She quickly
slaps my hand away and says, "You keep that pacifier in your mouth
until I tell you that you can remove it…do you understand!"
I meekly shake my head yes. Then She continues Her thought, cruelly
saying, "It will be so much easier to buy things that fit you by taking
you with me to try them on before we buy them…don't you think? I am so
glad you're so small as I can't wait to buy you some of those tights
with the ruffles on the seat, they will look so adorable over your
diapers…And I saw so many absolutely adorable A-line dresses in the
toddler girls department that you will look so cute in…all the sales
girls wanted me to buy them for you." Finally, with a wicked look in
Her eyes, "And maybe we will have to try out one of those baby changing
stations they now have in all the ladies rooms at the malls – you will
certainly get a lot of looks from the girls in there," She says as She
laughs out loud.
Peter's Punishment, Part 12 by Patti Remick
She takes me firmly by the arm back downstairs to the living room. The
thick diapers make me walk in a strange way with my legs spread as I
'toddle' down the stairs. I start to try to sit back on the couch but
She makes me sit down on the floor and I quickly recognize that I
cannot close my legs and have to sit there with my legs spread and my
diaper clearly visible. As I hopelessly tug at the hem of my short
skirt desperately trying to see if it will cover my clearly visible
diapered crotch She seems not to notice me doing it as says to me
mockingly, "Maybe I should put you in the nice playpen Mommy got for
you. That way Mommy can know where you are all the time and it will
be a convenient place for you to keep all the little dollies I am going
to get you to play with. I know you really want to play with them as
all little sissies do. I should bring it down from upstairs in the
nursery and put it here in the living room don't you think?" Then
quickly She adds, "I have a better idea…why don't we get you a second
playpen, one for playtime down here and one for little naps upstairs…I
think that is what I will do."
But my tugging on my skirt is to no avail and finally as She sees what
I am doing She sternly snaps, "Patti, stop tugging on your skirt…I told
you I will not have you ruin it!" Then with a little smile She
sarcastically continues, "Mommy picked it out because it is very short
and cute and it looks perfect on you…and I knew it would show off your
sissy baby diapers just the way I want it to."
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Seeing that I'm not crying anymore She then says She is definitely
going to invite Her girlfriends over so they can see what a PATHETIC
sissy I am. She sarcastically says that if I have a tantrum now it
won't matter as I can wet my diapers all I want. She tells me that one
of Her girlfriends has a teenage daughter who is starting to baby-sit
and that She would let Her improve Her diaper changing skills on me.
This last threat is too much more for me to bear and I lay down on my
back and begin crying again and kicking my legs back and forth as She
just watches and laughs.
Eventually after I cry myself out She makes me get up and tells me that
since I had a tantrum I must stand in the corner and be perfectly
still. She drags me over by the arm and says, "Now you stand here and
try to be a good little sissy girl until I get back." She makes me
stand there for some time as She goes to the bathroom again and
freshens Herself up. I am too horrified to even think about moving a
muscle until She gets back. After what seems like forever She finally
returns. She takes me firmly by the hand and walks me over to where Her
chair is with the telephone sitting on the table next to it. I know
what She is going to do and I am helpless and too drained to try to do
anything to try and stop Her.
"Now Patti, I don't want to hear one single sound out of you while
Mommy calls Cathy and Linda…do you understand me." Utterly exhausted, I
meekly nod yes. She gives me one last stare and then sits down and
reaches for the telephone. But my heart is pounding as I stand there
watching Her dial the telephone. I pray that there will be no answer.
Then I cringe as I hear Mommy say, "Hi Cathy, how are you?…Yes I am
fine…what are you doing right now?…Oh that's great because there is
something, actually someone, that I want you to see…What?… well do you
remember what we talked about concerning Peter and his brattyness…yes
that… well I took your advise...yes ALL of it!" Mommy begins to laugh
as She is listening then says, still giggling a bit, "Well you will
really like what you will see, I think the results are even better than
you had told me they would be!."
Mommy laughs again then says, "Oh you were so right and I'm so glad I
listened to you...what…Oh yes, I am definitely going to call Linda
right now because Her suggestions were so great too…just like you said
they would be…OK, see you soon, bye!"
Mommy hangs up the telephone and stares at me but says nothing. She
then smiles and says to me, 'Now you stay quiet while I call Linda." I
swallow hard as I realize that Mommy's friend Cathy is coming over. I
also notice something else and try to put it out of my mind but I
cannot. I am really starting to feel the need to pee.
Peter's Punishment, Part 14 by Patti Remick
As Mommy picks up the telephone again I begin to think about what is
going to happen. I had met Her friend Cathy before and I always got
nervous about the way She would always say to Mommy thinks like, "You
know Sue, I don't know why you put up with Peter's bad behavior. I
would NEVER stand for that. You really need to teach him a lesson. Let
me know if you need some advise." I never understood what She meant by
'advise'. What I now was starting to realize was that Cathy had given
Mommy some 'advise' and that's what they were talking and giggling
about on the telephone. And I could tell that it had a lot to do with
the way Mommy had punished me. Thinking about this made me even more
horrified that Cathy was now coming over.
Again I can feel the nagging tingling in my groin that I need to pee
and that it is getting stronger but I fight it and try to put it out of
my mind. Mommy dials the telephone as I stand in front of Her. At first
She seems to be ignoring me but then, holding the telephone in one
hand, She takes Her other hand and begins to run it over the front of
my skirt. She is sort of 'brushing' it downward with Her hand as if
smoothing it. Then She begins to run Her hand over my tights, again
sort of checking that they are smooth. She really isn't even looking at
me as if She is doing it instinctively. I don't dare move while She is
doing this although the pressure on my tiny bladder is growing with
each passing moment. She suddenly stops brushing my skirt and says,
"Hi, Suzanne? Well how are you dear?…Yes this is Mrs. Hoffman. I was
just calling to see if your Mom was home…what?…She just walked in, well
what good timing. So tell me what have you been up to at school…Well
I'm glad to hear that. While I have you on the telephone I wanted to
ask you how your babysitting is going...uh huh...well how would you
like to get some more 'hands on' experience?…what?...well yes dear that
used to be the case but things have changed and now I DO have a baby in
the house."
Mommy coldly looks me right in the eye as She says this and I swallow
hard as I can tell She is talking about ME. Mommy continues, "Well if
its OK with your mom we will be able to give you lots of experience
with taking care of a baby…what dear?… Oh yes that will include diaper
changes and everything, definitely. What?…oh it's a little girl you
will be taking care of and you are really going to be a big help…Oh yes
dear, you will get lots of experience in dressing her and everything."
This is all too much for me to take. I really have to pee, and not even
thinking I go to put my hand on my crotch to 'press' as I sometime do
when I have to pee real bad. Luckily for me Mommy isn't looking at me
as She is talking. As my hand reaches down I am met with a very
unfamiliar feeling as my hand brushes past the hem of my short skirt
and I make contact with the tights covered thick disposable diaper I
am wearing. It is so thick and tight I can't really even feel 'myself'
to press on. I am stunned when in mid sentence Mommy quickly slaps my
hand away from my crotch, giving me a very cold stern look at the same
time and mouthing the words 'stop that now' to me.
She then continues Her conversation, "I think Suzanne if you and your
Mom are not doing anything right now that you just might be getting
your experience faster than I thought...well I'm glad you are excited
about it now let me speak with your mom OK?, thanks."
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Mommy stops talking for a moment and doesn't even look at me. She is
just staring off into space when She suddenly says, "Hi…Linda? Hi, how
are you?…oh just fine, thanks…Suzanne really sounds like She is growing
up fast… a ninth grader? Well how time flies. Well the reason I'm
calling is I wanted to let you know that I did take the advise you and
Cathy had given me concerning peter…what?…yes, exactly… I should have
listened to you two from the very start. I thought I would be able to
do things differently but now I am so sorry that I waited so long!…yes
you were so right…so what are you doing right now?…well Cathy is on Her
way over right now and it would be great if you could come over too."
Mommy begins to laugh at something Linda must have said and replies…oh
the results are really impressive, you've just got to see my 'little
girl'. As She says the words 'little girl' She again looks right at me
and begins to brush and touch my skirt and tights covered thighs again.
Then She continues, "And I know Suzanne is trying to get some
babysitting experience so I was hoping you would bring Her too…oh
that's great. What?…oh I think that you, Cathy, and I will be able to
make sure that the 'baby' behaves for Suzanne." Mommy laughs again
then, "See you both soon…bye." Mommy hangs up the telephone and has
noticed that I have begun 'dancing' on my feet a bit. I can't help it
as my bladder is really starting to drive me crazy now. She looks at me
and says, "Now Patti, we are going to be having Mommy's girlfriends
over…do you understand…and I want you behave like a very good little
girl, do you understand me."
Peter's Punishment, Part 16 by Patti Remick
I try to nod to Mommy still knowing that I must not remove the pacifier
that is still in my mouth. But evidently She didn't like my half
hearted reply so She grabs me by the chin and again says, "Do you
understand me." This time I quickly nod my head up and down. She then
says gleefully, "Cathy and Linda are coming over and Linda is bringing
Her daughter Suzanne too. They really can't wait to see you…you'll
really like meeting Suzanne…in fact you may be seeing quite a bit of
Her."
I want to cry and scream at the same time but I cannot. Now as my
filled bladder makes me dance around on my Mary Jane shoes encased
feet, Mommy begins to look at me strangely. My bladder is screaming and
I try to 'reach' Her with my pleading eyes but She is still just coldly
looking at me. Finally She says, "Patti, why are you jumping around,
Mommy wants you to be still and you must be on you best behavior when
Mommy's girlfriends get here." But I can't stand still and finally I
try to speak with the pacifier still I my mouth.
"Mommy I have to go the bathroom, I really have to pee." But my words
are all mumbled because of the pacifier.
Mommy looks at me and sarcastically says, "Does Patti want to say
something to Mommy?" I furiously nod my head up and down hoping She
will take the pacifier out of my mouth. For a second I think She is
going to, but then Her face turns very stern and She coldly says, "Well
you have been a very bad little girl and I will not have you crying and
screaming and babbling on like before, especially with Mommy's friend
here…so you just suc-k on that pacifier like the little sissy brat that
you are, do you understand…and stop this dancing or I'll put you in
your playpen right now …do you want that?" I shake my head back and
forth trying to say no.
Then, without even realizing it, I try to put my hand on my crotch and
press again but this time Mommy not only pushes it away I can see that
She now knows now why I am doing it. A little smile comes to Her face
as She sarcastically says, "Well well, does little Patti have to go
'pee pee'?"
I furiously nod my head up and down as She continues, "and does little
Patti want to go to the bathroom?…is this what you were trying to tell
Mommy?" As I hear Her say this I begin to feel a sense of relief as I
think She might actually let me go to the bathroom and pee. But my hope
quickly is shattered as She slowly, deliberately, and coldly says,
"Well…you listen to me you little sissy brat and listen good…Patti has
been a very very bad little girl and has wet her panties before… so
Mommy had to put her in a diaper just like the little sissy baby that
she is…so Patti is a little sissy baby girl that cannot go to the
bathroom…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their
panties. Diapered little sissy girls like you will just have to wet in
your diaper like the sissy baby that you really are…that's why you have
been put in them…is that understood."
I'm reeling from Her harsh words and I can't believe that She has just
said this and as I try to begin to try to plead again through the
pacifier She cuts me right off, "I don't want to hear another sound out
of you and that is final…do you understand me…and don't you touch your
diaper again!" The tears start to flow from my eyes and I cannot hold
myself together anymore. I begin to cry and suddenly I also feel that I
cannot hold my bladder another second. I am horrified as I feel the
first trickle of pee begin to go out of me and into the tight and thick
disposable diaper She has put me in.
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Peter's Punishment, Part 17 by Patti Remick
Knowing that Mommy's friends are on their way over right now I try to
fight the urge to pee in my diapers as hard as I can…but it is no use.
At first only a little pee has trickled out of me and I try to hold it
again. Straining with all my might I look at Mommy and try to plead
with my tear filled eyes one more time but it is clear that She has
absolutely no sympathy for me. I cannot stand the strain any more and
suddenly I feel a large flow begin to leave my body. I feel the warm
pee begin to fill and spread out into the crotch of the thick
disposable diaper that is tight against my body. I actually expect the
pee to begin to run down my legs like it has done when I have had
accidents before, and instinctively I quickly reach down to my crotch
to feel for the wetness. But I quickly realize that the thick and tight
diaper has contained it all.
As the pee begins to flow out of me I hysterically begin to try run
towards the bathroom but Mommy quickly and firmly grabs me by the arm
and sternly says, "Just were do you think you are going?"
I try to mumble 'bathroom' through the pacifier but Mommy just holds me
where I am and coldly says, "Now I've told you before and I will not
tell you again…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their
panties. You've been a bad, bad, little girl who wet her panties and I
have put you in a diaper for a reason…now I am through explaining this
to you." With this last remark all of my will power has left me and I
cannot hold another drop as my bladder begins to totally empty into the
thick diaper. I'm not sure Mommy realizes that I have now thoroughly
wet my diaper but I can tell She really doesn't care if I have. Again I
quickly put my hand on my crotch really expecting now to find
everything wet but to my amazement my tights are dry. Mommy doesn't see
me checking and I quickly take my hands away from my diapered crotch
before She does see me.
I can definitely feel the warmth of the pee that has spread out into
the thick crotch of the disposable diaper. I actually am almost feeling
a sense of relief when Mommy looks at me and says, "Now Patti, Linda,
Cathy, and Suzanne will be here any minute so you had better be a good
little girl for them…do you understand me!" Well, in my need to pee and
everything I had allowed myself to forget that they were coming but
Mommy's warning has brought me back to reality very quickly. Here I am
wearing the little girl clothes that Mommy has dressed me in, and also
a now very wet disposable diaper that is clearly visible under my short
skirt and tights, and Mommy's Girlfriends will be here any minute!
I am horrified! Then I hear the doorbell ring. I begin to cry again as
Mommy says, "Now patti, Mommy's girlfriends are here…now stop your
blabbering this instant!" I just totally lose control and just sit down
on the carpet and begin to cry loudly kicking my little tights enclosed
legs back and forth just like a bad little baby girl having a tantrum.
Mommy gives me a stern, disgusted look but says nothing as She opens
the front door.
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As Mommy opens the front door I hear Her say, "Oh Hi Cathy!...thanks so
much for coming right over."
"Oh no problem Sue, I truthfully couldn't wait to come over here after
what you told me on the phone." I then hear Cathy say, "So where's your
'little girl'?"
"Well Cathy, she is the one crying and kicking right over here." Out of
the corner of my tear filled eyes I can see Cathy walking towards me.
She is a very tall woman with shoulder length straight blond hair. She
is wearing black pants, a blue blouse, black loafers, and a denim
jacket.
As She walks over to me She exclaims, "Oh Sue!…What an adorable little
girl you have!…I really love the outfit she is wearing," and with a
little laugh adds, "it really is just like the one we all talked
about." Cathy then bends over a little, looks at me and teasingly says,
"Well why is this little girl crying?"
Just then the doorbell rings again and with Cathy still standing over
me Mommy goes and opens the front door again. Quickly glancing towards
the door I can see a woman about Mommy's age and with Her a much
younger girl who I would guess is about 14 or maybe 15. They are both
dressed in blue jeans and white blouses. The older woman is wearing
running shoes and a dark blue windbreaker jacket while the younger girl
is wearing 'work' type boots and a tan leather jacket. They both have
long straight light brown hair, the older woman's in a pony tail and
the younger girls hair falling naturally over Her shoulders.
I can hear my Mother greet the two of them warmly. "Hello ladies, I'm
so glad you could come over…Oh Suzanne, you have really grown quite a
bit since the last time I saw you…you've really become quite the young
woman…I think you are taller than your Mom now.." I can hear other
exchanges of greetings.
Then Linda steps right over to where Cathy is standing over me. She
looks at me and then at Cathy and just puts Her hand to Her practically
giggling face and exclaims, "Oh my precious!...she is absolutely
adorable!"
I can hear Cathy say, "Yes Linda… isn't she just the most adorable
little thing!"
Suzanne comes and over and now all the woman are standing directly over
me. I try not to look at them as I continue to cry. I can still feel
the warmth of my wet diaper tightly against me and realize there is
even more pee coming out of me at that very moment.
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Suzanne looks at me and then to Mommy and the two other woman and says,
"Is this the little boy, I mean baby girl that you were telling me
about Ma?…she is sooo cute but why is she crying?" I dare not look up
at any of them as I'm afraid to do anything. But I can definitely feel
a major wave of warm fluid leaving me and going into the tight diaper I
am wearing. I'm not sure if Mommy's friends know that I'm even wearing
a diaper as I've tried to keep my back to them. But the thickness of
the diaper is causing me to sit with my legs fairly spread and I can
see that my short skirt does nothing to hide the bulge of the thick
white disposable diaper pushing out from beneath my white tights.
As I look down I can see the diaper under my tights protruding
hideously beyond the hem of my skirt. But I continue to pray that
Mommy's girlfriends haven't seen my diaper. Finally I hear Linda
respond to Suzanne's question, "Well Suzanne why do you think the
little baby girl is crying?"
"Well mom I'm not really sure…I could be lots of reasons," Suzanne
replies.
"Well dear, what did we talk about during your babysitting lessons when
we discussed crying babies?…they can't tell you what they need, right?.
So…we have our checklist to help us find out…right?"
"That's right Mom, I completely forgot…sorry."
"That's OK Suz." now let's go through the list and maybe Mrs. Hoffman
can help you."
Now Suzanne begins to move in front of me a bit so She can see my face.
Petrified, I try to turn about as I continue to sit on the floor so
that She is not in front of me. At first it seems to work as She is
still a bit behind me. I hear Her say, "Is she hungry?."
Mommy answers Her. "No she has had her breakfast…and she ate quite a
bit." I can tell Mommy is referring to the three bowls of cereal and
milk I had before She started my punishment.
Suzanne then continues, "Well, maybe she is tired."
Again Mommy answers, "Well she had a good nights sleep and I think it
is a bit too early for her nap." Nap? The word sends a cold shiver down
my spine. I haven't had to take a nap since I was very little.
Finally Suzanne says, "Well, I guess I'm not really sure what could be
wrong."
With that Her Mom Linda says, "Now Suzanne there is something you are
forgetting…aren't you?." At first Suzanne doesn't say anything and
there is an eerie silence from Mommy and Her friends. I'm not sure what
Linda's Mom is implying but suddenly before I can move Suzanne moves
directly in front of me and kneels down a bit. I quickly glance up at
Her and I can see She is looking right at my tear streaked face. At
first it seems She has a soft tone in Her deep blue eyes. But quickly I
can see a little smile come to Her face as She looks down and sees the
thick diaper I am wearing.
Finally, still kneeling in front of me, She looks up at Mommy and Her
friends and says, "I know why she is crying…I'll bet this little girl
has a wet diaper and needs her diaper changed."
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I am totally stunned by Suzanne's statement that She thinks I should
have my diaper changed! I had even tried to hide the fact that I was
wearing a diaper at all, but it was clear that I could not hide it and
that Suzanne, with prompting from Her Mom, made the assumption that I
must be crying because my diaper was wet. Even though it was true
that I had wet my diaper, I now realized that Mommy and Her friends all
knew it too. Suzanne is still kneeling in front of me and I quickly
glance over my shoulder and can see Mommy and Her friends smiling at
me. Actually I can see that Cathy is covering Her mouth but She is
hardly hiding the fact that She is giggling as She looks at me.
Finally I hear Mommy say, "Well Suzanne are you sure that my baby girl
is wet…I think you should check her to see." I look at Suzanne who is
looking at Mommy but then looks at me again.
I hear Suzanne's Mom Linda say, "You know how to check to see if a baby
is wet Suz…you remember how I told you."
"Yeah Ma I remember," Suzanne replies to Her Mother. Still kneeling
Suzanne begins to reach down toward me and as She begins to put Her
hand under my skirt I become horrified and quickly try to move away
from Her. As I do Suzanne says, "Hey little girl…hold still so I can
check your diaper."
Upon seeing my resistance and hearing Suzanne's words I now hear Mommy
say, "Patti!…you be still and lay back this instant so Suzanne can
check you diaper…do you hear me!"
But I am too horrified that they will discover that my diaper really IS
wet and so I try to resist again. But now Mommy has become very angry
and I hear Her say to Her friends, "Now do you see what type of a
little sissy brat I have to put up with!" With that comment Mommy comes
over to me and grabs my chin firmly in Her hand and looks me straight
in the eye and says, "Now listen to me you little brat, you will lay
back and be still right now or else…do you understand me…do you!"
Seeing the anger in Mommy's eyes freezes me instantly. Still holding my
chin in a firm grip between Her red nailed fingers She says, "Now lay
back right now and spread you legs so that Suzanne can check your
diaper." As I slowly begin to lay back on the floor Mommy releases Her
grip on my chin. She continues to stare at me making sure I comply with
Her order.
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As I lay back I am horrified to see that all the older women are now
standing directly over me. I am now laying flat on the floor as Mommy
again says, "Now spread your legs so Suzanne can see if you are wet…I
will not say it again." As I slowly spread my legs I can see all the
women begin to smile.
Then Suzanne's mother says, "Ok Suz…I think you can check her now." I
hear Cathy giggle again but I am to petrified to move.
Suzanne kneels down putting one of her denim jeans clad knees on the
floor next too me then says to me in a sort of sarcastic tone, "Oh what
a pretty skirt you are wearing." As I lift my head just enough to see
Suzanne lift the front of my skirt and pull it up over my chest. There
is no hiding the thick disposable diaper I am wearing as all the of
Mommy's friends now can see it under my white tights. I can then feel
Suzanne putting Her hand under my tights and down into the front of my
diaper. I am jolted a bit as Her hand brushes my tiny pen-is and
continues down into the crotch of the diaper. She only has Her hand
there for a moment when She looks up at the older women and says,
"Well, this little girl definitely has a wet diaper...I actually think
she is soaked!" She then pulls Her hand out from my diaper with a
confused look on her face and as She does She says to the older women,
"Um excuse me but did you say that this was a little 'girl'?"
I can see the older women look at each other and begin to smile. Then
Mommy looks at Suzanne who is still kneeling in front of me and says,
"Well Suzanne…the truth is…that this baby girl is really a boy that is
being punished for being a little sissy brat…so this is how I have
decided I had to punish him. I gave him every chance to straighten out
his behavior but he just was a total brat. I warned him many, many
times but I was fed up with him. So I told him that since he could not
be a well behaved boy he would just have to be a well behaved little
girl! I tried to treat him nicely like a little girl and even bought
him the beautiful clothes he is wearing but what does he do? Instead of
acting like a good little girl…after all the pretty little girls
clothes I bought him…he acted just like a baby."
"Do you believe that he even had a little temper tantrum just like a
baby and wet the adorable little girl panties I had put him in. Those
panties were so cute and nice and I had picked them out especially
for him…but he had one of his little sissy tantrums and wet them and
they were ruined. I was just furious and at my wits end. So since he
acted like a baby I just treated him like one and now as you can
clearly see he really is just like a sissy baby girl who wets her
diaper and acts like a baby...don't you agree."
Suzanne now stands up and says to Mommy, "Well…he, oops I mean She,
definitely has soaked her diaper so you are definitely right…she should
be treated just like a baby!" I can't believe Suzanne has agreed with
Mommy and I look up at Her but She very unsympathetically stares back
down at me and just shakes Her head.
Mommy then says to Suzanne, "Your Mother and Cathy actually suggested
that I use this type of punishment on him and as it turns out they
were so right!"
"Well, you guys, like, really know how to deal with brats like her.
When I am a Mom I will have to remember this method…it seams really
effective…and cool too!" Suzanne says as She looks down and sticks Her
tongue out at me. Mommy and Her friends all break out into laughter.
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Laying there on the floor listening to the women laugh I realize that I
am still laying with my skirt up and my legs spread. I'm not sure
whether to stay like this or try to get up. Before I can do anything I
hear Mommy say. "Well girls, it looks like I have a wet sissy baby on
my hands that needs her diaper changed…do you want to come upstairs so you can see her nursery while I change her?"
Suzanne's Mom Linda says, "You know Sue, I think we should let Suzanne
change her…She really needs the practice, what do you think Suz?"
"Oh Mom that would be great if, like, if its OK with Mrs. Remick."
Mommy quickly answers them, "Is it OK? You don't even need to ask…that would be great! Lets all go upstairs to the nursery…I think you're really going to like what I have done." Mommy then looks down at me
ands says, "Now Patti, get up off the floor and come with us right
now…it's time for you to have your wet diaper changed." Horrified at
the prospect of having Suzanne change me while the others watch is too
much and I begin to cry loudly again. I roll over on my stomach and
begin to kick my little Mary Jane encased feet and pound my little
fists on the floor. In my hysterics I almost let the pacifier slip out
of my mouth but I catch it just in time.
There is no telling what Mommy would have done if it had come out. As I
cry I hear Mommy begin to yell at me, "Patti!…now stop this right now,
do you hear me…stop it right now and get up of the floor!" But I
continue to cry and kick and I then hear Mommy say, "You see girls what
I mean...look at what a pathetic little sissy baby she acts like.
I then hear Cathy say, "Well Sue, I certainly don't envy you…I think
you are going to have to keep him… I mean her… punished for quite a
while!"
"I know Cath but don't feel so bad for me…I actually was prepared for
this based on what you had told me earlier. I have really started to
get things ready for the long haul with her. I've started to clean out
her closets of all…er, his…boy clothes…clearly you can see that stuff
is useless…but I haven't really yet begun to buy her new wardrobe. And
I'm actually glad I didn't because she clearly will need a wardrobe for
a baby girl and not a little girl like I had originally planned." Then
She says in a sarcastic tone, "Hey do you guys know of any well behaved
little boys that can use a nice wardrobe?"
I cringe in agony as they all laugh at this last remark of Mommy's. Now
Mommy says to me again, "Patti are you going to get up and come
upstairs for your diaper change or not?…we are all waiting." But I just
can't bring myself to get up off the floor and I continue to lay there
and cry. As I do I hear Mommy say, "Well…then I guess I'll just have to
carry you." And with this remark I see Her coming over to me. Horrified
I now try to get up and run away but She is much to quick and powerful
for me and She grabs me under my arms and quickly lifts me up and then pulls me to hold me tightly against Her chest.
I try to free myself but Her hold is too tight. I then realize it is
futile to try to resist and I just begin to hold on to Mommy wrapping
my arms around Her shoulders and my little tights clad legs around Her
waist. I can feel the thickness of the wet diaper on me as I tightly
wrap my legs around Her waist. I then hear Her say, "Now that's a good
girl…now why couldn't we behave like this before?" Then She looks at
the others and says, "OK I think she is behaving now…why don't we all
go up to the nursery so our little girl can have her diaper changed."
As Mommy begins carrying me up the stairs I am too exhausted to move. I can see Mommy's friends behind us as we go up the stairway. And I can see that Suzanne has a big smile on Her face.
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As we get to the top of the stairs Mommy I can see that Mommy has begun
to walk toward the room at the end of the hallway. As we approach the
door I see that it is still closed and I hear Mommy say to me is a
pleasant voice, "Now Patti, hold on tightly to Mommy like a good little
baby while I get the key out of my pocket." I hold on and as Mommy
removes the key from Her pocket.
I hear Linda say, "Sue, do you really have to keep it locked?"
Mommy answers Her, "I'm afraid so Linda. I just never know what this
bratty sissy girl might do and I certainly don't want her messing up
her nursery." With that comment Mommy unlocks the door and swings it
open into the room. I am still holding on to Mommy with my arms and
legs and I am actually facing away from the room but I can remember
exactly what those hideous furnishings in it look like and what they
are for…the thought of it just makes me close my eyes as tears again
begin to flow from them.
"Oh my God Sue…look at what you have done here," Linda says as Mommy
carries me into the room.
"This is just unbelievable…you really put some major effort into this
nursery and it really shows!" adds Cathy.
Finally Suzanne speaks up and says, "Wow Mrs. Remick…this is just tooo
cool!…look at all this stuff. Is that a playpen?…wow it's really a big
one. And is that the changing table? It is so perfect…I really love the
white and pink top pad. In fact the whole room is just excellent…all
white and pink. It sooo babyish and perfect for your little baby girl."
"Well I'm really glad you like it Suzanne. Maybe you'll get to spend a
lot of time in here babysitting my little baby girl…what do you think."
"Oh that would be great Mrs. Remick!" Suzanne replies.
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Mommy begins to carry me over to the changing table. I can't bear to
look at it and am too exhausted to fight any more. Then I hear Suzanne
say, "Mrs. Remick…what are those straps for that are attached to the
changing table?"
Mommy answers Her, "Well dear…the truth is that sometimes little babies
try to move and jump around while you are trying to change them. But
they are just little babies and they do not know what they are doing.
But we are really not dealing with a little baby here. What we are
dealing with is a very bad little sissy brat. I know that my little
sissy girl is going to especially dislike having her diaper changed.
Actually, the truth is that she doesn't like to wear a diaper at all.
In fact, she hates having to wear a diaper…but that's just too bad…she
wets her panties just like a little baby so she has to wear diapers
just like a little baby. Then she tries to squirm around and get off
the table like a little brat so these straps are just to make sure she
doesn't go anywhere while she is having her diaper changed. In fact let
me show you now how to use them so you will know for the future , OK?"
With that Mommy begins to lift me off her chest and lay me down of the
padded surface of the changing table. I am too weak to even move and I
hope that by seeing this Mommy will change her mind about the straps.
As I lay back I again realize I cannot close my legs due to the
thickness of the diaper. And I can still feel how wet I have made it.
Mommy says to Suzanne, "Well it looks like my little sissy is not going
to fight with us this time but I will show you how to use the straps
anyway. Really I think they should be used by you all the time because
my little sissy here is very bratty and unpredictable…so you want to be
sure she is firmly restrained."
My heart is pounding and I am utterly terrified by what Mommy has just
told Her friends. Tears are in my eyes again as I see Cathy look at me
and then laughingly say, "Oh look Suzanne, the little sissy is
spreading his - excuse me- her legs for you. I think she really wants
her diaper changed. Isn't that so cute!" All the women laugh at this
remark.
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As I lay on my back on the changing table I look up and can see Mommy
and Her friends looking at me. Mommy then says to Suzanne, "Ok dear
let me show you how to make sure our little sissy brat does not go anywhere
while she is having her diaper changed. Now first you take this strap
and pull it over the baby's chest and fasten it to this clip over here
and pull it tight like this." As Mommy speaks to Suzanne She takes the
strap that She had used before when She first diapered me and again
secures it across my chest and under my arms. I now realize that, like
before, I can no longer lift my upper body off the padded surface.
Suzanne then says to Mommy, "Ok Mrs. Remick that seemed very easy,
but what are the other straps for?" As the younger girl asks this question
I can see Mommy look at the other older women and a broad smile comes to Her face.
"Well dear…these straps up here are to restrain the baby's arms if you
think she is going to be extra bratty or have one of her little
tantrums. I told you that she hates having to wear her diapers but
that is exactly what she deserves for wetting her panties like a little
sissy baby. Now you don't want her flailing her arms around or trying
to get up off her changing table while you are trying to change her
diaper…do you? She might hurt herself or at the very least make your
job of changing her diaper that much more difficult," Mommy says to
Her.
Suzanne says, "Oh cool…what a great idea…can I try them on her now?"
"Well of course you can dear. I think you should practice using them
even if you don't think you need them."
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I am horrified as I now see the straps that are hanging from the top
end of the changing table. As I glance at them I realize that they are
attached to the underside of changing table and have some type of
leather buckles on their ends. The leather buckles also appear to have
some type of padded lining inside them and have adjustable buckles.
Mommy now says to Suzanne, "Now Suzanne, look at the little padded
cuffs on the end of the straps…they go around our sissy's wrists, just
open up the little clip to open the cuff."
Suzanne reaches for the strap and the attached cuff closest to Her and
begins to open the cuff. I stare in horror at Her dark red fingernails
as She seemingly expertly opens the cuff. She then firmly grasps for my
arm nearest Her. I try to pull my arm away but I am stunned by
Suzanne's strength and find myself completely helpless as She firmly
puts the cuff around my wrist and tightly fastens the buckle. Mommy did
not use these before and it feels very strange. Suzanne smiles as She
looks at me after putting the cuff around my wrist.
"Now don't forget to make sure the cuff buckle is nice and secure then
adjust the strap length so that her arm is fully restrained against the
top of the table," Mommy says to Suzanne as She gives me a stern and
cold stare. Suzanne re-checks the cuff buckle then pulls the strap
tight. I am jolted by how quickly and tightly the cuff and strap pulls
my arm up over my head against the table. I try to tug on my now
restrained arm but I quickly recognize that it is totally immobilized.
I watch in near total panic now as Suzanne reaches over for the other
cuff and strap. Mommy and the other women just watch as Suzanne reaches
over and firmly grabs my other arm. Again I am amazed by Her strength
as She puts my wrist in the cuff and tightly fastens the buckle. Before
I can even flinch She pulls the strap tight. Now both of my arms are
totally restrained above my head onto the top of the changing table.
I can see Mommy look at Suzanne and then the older women and say, "Well
Suzanne you really are quite the expert at this...and in no time at
all. And you showed that you can really handle her with no problems."
"Well Mrs. Remick your little boy…oops I did it again, I meant little
girl… really is very weak. I mean it was like she didn't resist at all.
As I see the women smiling as they here this I'm thinking to myself
'…didn't resist at all…' I tried with all my might to pull my arms
from Her.
Then Suzanne's Mother Linda says to my Mother, "Well Sue, I for one am
not a bit surprised at how She handled your little sissy at all. Did
you know that my Suzanne here is the captain of Her field hockey team,
and co-captain of Her soccer team." Mommy looks at Suzanne and says,
"Wow Suzanne I didn't know that."
Suzanne now seems a bit embarrassed and says, "Ah Ma, its not really a
big deal."
Cathy then says, "Suzanne, I think you should be very proud of
yourself. I read in the paper that your hockey team is number one in
the State and that your soccer team even beat a boys team in a
scrimmage game."
"Yes, She's really something," adds Suzanne's Mom Linda. "She works out
in the gym with weights and She is strong as a horse." As I lay there
in total agony I can see that Suzanne is actually enjoying the
attention of the older women. I am now more terrified than ever that I
will not be able to offer any resistance to Suzanne.
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Part 27
As a smile comes to Mommy's face she says to Suzanne 'Well now Suzanne since you are so adept at making sure my little sissy girl is going to stay were she needs to be, are you ready to give the sissy brat a diaper change? She certainly should not be able to give you any trouble at all...what do you think?'. 'Oh yes Mrs. Remick...nooo problem' sarcastically adding with a smirk '...and I definitely doubt that she will give me any trouble at all'.
All the women begin to laugh at Suzanne's remark as they look down at me. Mommy then looks at me coldly then begins to speak to Suzanne 'Ok Suzanne, now lets get out everything you will need. You'll find most of what you'll need in the top drawers of the changing table'. As I see Suzanne's dark red fingernailed hand gently open the changing tables top drawer I see Her pull out the large container of baby wipes and the bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby powder that Mommy had used before. 'Just put them on the end of the table by her head' Mommy says and then adds with a little giggle 'she can't knock them over'.
As Suzanne puts the wipes and powder inches from my hands I actually do just want to knock them away…but just like Mommy said I couldn't. I try to pull on the straps but it is useless…they are too just too secure. Mommy then says to Suzanne 'her diapers are in the second drawer'. As I here Mommy's words to Suzanne I am overwhelmed and begin to cry. Suzanne sees me and says to the other women 'Oh look, I think she is crying again'. Mommy says ' Well I told you what a little sissy she was. And if you don't keep that pacifier in her mouth she'd be wailing our ears off'.
Suzanne says ' Well…I think she is trying to tell us that she really wants me to change her diaper…right Mom?'. 'That's right Suzanne…just like we've talked about. How little babies cannot tell you in words what they want but can tell you in other ways...like crying' says Suzanne's Mom. Then Cathy leans over putting Her face close to mine and starts to tease and taunt me by talking baby talk to me 'Yes Suzanne that's right...little sissy baby wants her diapers changed doesn't she. Oh boo hoo...boo hoo. Pweeze Aunty Suzanne, pweese change my diaper. I've wet my diapers and I wealy wealy want you to put me in a nice clean diaper. Oh pweese, pweese Aunty Suzanne.' All the women begin to laugh at Cathy's taunts to me.
I am really crying now but Suzanne just ignores me and as I feel the tears begin to roll down my cheek and onto the white plastic pad I see Suzanne's hand reach down and pull open the next drawer.
I cannot bear to watch and turn my head away as She reaches in. 'Wow Mrs. Remick...these diapers are, like, sooo thick' Suzanne says and as I turn my head back I can see that Suzanne is holding in Her hand a diaper just like the one I am wearing from when Mommy diapered me before. I can see it is folded in half and is all white and very thick just like before. Mommy says ' well these diapers are the most absorbent you can get in her size...and as you yourself found out she really needs them'. 'I'll say Mrs. Remick...your little sissy really can wet herself'. Suzanne puts the folded diaper down on the changing table near my face and I turn my head away from it's hideous shape.
I am again overcome and begin to pull on the straps and kick my tights encased legs back and forth on the changing table. Mommy immediately begins to yell ' patti...you stop this at once…do you understand me. I will not put up with another of your tantrums. Now if you don't stop this kicking right now you will find you legs strapped down too. Now do you want that. Just keep this up and I'll have those little sissy legs of yours strapped down in no time. So what's it going to be...huh?' Realizing I am completely helpless I just give up and stop moving. 'Now that's better' Mommy sarcastically says as She coldly stares at me.
Now turning to the other women Mommy just shakes her head and says 'can you guys believe this…this is what I have to put up with'. 'Well Mrs. Remick at least you were prepared for her to act this way' says Suzanne. 'Yes Suzanne...I'm sooo glad I was'.
Peter's Punishment, Part 28
Now as I lay quietly Mommy says to Suzanne 'Ok Suzanne, lets see if we can finally get you some hands on diapering experience.' Suzanne looks at Mommy and then at Her Mother Linda as Linda says 'Now Suzanne, you remember what we talked about…just go ahead, you know what you need to do'. With that I see Suzanne look right at me and with a little smile on Her face Her hands start to push my little skirt up over my chest. With my skirt out of the way Suzanne studies my thick diaper encased in my white tights. Then she reaches down with both hands and begins to pull down my tights by pulling on the waistbands on each side of me.
At this point I know that I cannot resist and my will is completely broken but I continue to cry lightly, my moans muffled by the pacifier in my mouth. As She begins to pull my tights down my legs are pulled together and I offer no resistance. My soaked diaper is so thick I just want to push my legs out but cannot. She pulls the tights down to just below my knees and stops. Mommy quickly says to Her ' Suz, you are going to have to pull her tights all the way down to her ankles as you will need her to spread her legs wide for you so you can clean her properly. She won't be able to spread her little legs with the tights only pulled that far.' 'Oh…gee…, sorry Mrs. Remick…I should have thought of that' say Suzanne. 'That's OK Suzanne' Her Mom chimes in 'that's why we are here so you can practice'. Then Cathy adds 'That's right Suzanne…and the way Susan's little sissy here wets you will get LOTS of practice!' Again, Cathy's remark gets a laugh from all the women.
Suzanne then pulls my tights all the way down until I can feel that they are bunched up around my ankles. I cannot pull my feet apart very wide as the tights are confining them but I can now bend my knees and spread my legs to relieve the pressure of the thick diaper between my legs. Mommy sees me and says 'Well Suzanne it looks like my sissy baby girl might be going to cooperate as she is spreading her legs for you already.
Now Suzanne, you know you could have taken her tights off completely but that is such a pain as you would need to take off her shoes and anklets and everything…especially when you are only giving the little sissy a diaper change and not changing her clothes. And this will be a common occurrence when she needs a diaper change when you are out of the house with her. I think this method…just pulling her tights down and making the sissy bend her knees is the easiest way…what do you think?' 'Well…I guess I have to agree…and it looks like your little girl here agrees too!' Suzanne sarcastically says. I have a lump in my throat as I hear Mommy's words about "…a diaper change when out of the house…".
I cannot believe this but it looks like Mommy is planning on taking me outside in my diaper. I mean She was pretty serious about taking me shopping at the mall for more girls clothes but that was before I wet my panties and She put me into these diapers. I am horrified by Her statement.