When Todd was returned to the classroom by the nurse, the teacher took him to the top of the room. “Now children all gather around Baby Todd.” Todd sniffled as he suc-ked hard on his soother, unhappy being the centre of attention.
“Now Baby Todd, hold your petticoats up please so that everyone can see your nappy properly.” There was a whimper of protest from Todd but he obediently held his petticoats up as the children started tittering.
The teacher knelt down and found the elastic on his frilly nappy cover and tugged it down around his ankles. The she reached inside the elastic of his pink tights and pulled them down around his knees to more whimpering from Todd.
“Now see Baby Todd’s old-fashioned nappy”, she ran the palm of her hand over the front of his plastic pants, causing a stirring in his chastity device. At least he could be sure nothing would show of it as his member was frustrated again by the hard plastic tube without being able to feel any proper arousal.
The children all looked closely as she pointed out the nappy pins and how the elasticated legs and waist would hold in the wet. Todd suc-ked hard on his dummy as he stood in the middle of the ring of children still holding his petticoats up with his nappy cover around his ankles and his pink tights around his knees. He felt a trickle of pee into his nappy. Oh surely there wasn’t any more left to pee!
He cringed hoping that the dribble would not have a noticeable effect. He couldn’t see for himself beneath his petticoats. He could just feel the warm patch beneath his chastity device. He was so relieved when the teacher pulled his pink tights up. He’d never been so glad to be wearing them. Then his frilly nappy cover was restored and he was able to lower his petticoats and waddle eagerly towards his play-pen away from the centre of attention.
“Now children, I want you to take the crayons and draw a picture of a house.” Todd gratefully took up a rattle and shook it. Each child took a sheet of paper and some crayons. Todd watched through the bars of his play-pen as they concentrated on their difficult task. Initially he thought, dumb kids can barely draw. Then he looked at the rattle stuck on over his mitten and down at the letter blocks in his pen and remembered that he would actually love to be able to draw right now. He sighed as he watched a four-year-old draw what was supposed to be the straight line of a rooftop.
The teacher noticed. “Would Baby Todd like to try to draw?” He looked up as she dropped a couple of thick crayons and sheet of paper into his play-pen. Todd shook off the rattle, got on his knees and tried to pick up a crayon between his mittens. There was giggling behind him, presumably from whatever children were now getting a full view of the frills on the bulging seat of his nappy cover.
He ignored them and tried to flatten the sheet of paper on the floor of his pen. He pushed a crayon along the sheet. Since both mittened hands were required to hold the crayon, he could not hold the paper too. So it moved as he pushed the crayon along, making it impossible for him to draw a straight line.
Todd frowned and tried another line across the top. He just ended up with two squiggles on the page. The teacher was now holding up some examples of the children’s work. “Well done Mike!” She held up his basic line drawing of a house with a window. She pinned it to the board at the top of the class and wrote Mike’s name on it.
“Very good Lucy!” His sister’s attempt was pinned up next to Mike’s and her name added. Each child’s example was pinned up and labelled. Each one had managed something approximating to walls and a roof, some even a chimney.
The teacher looked down at Todd’s page which now contained four seemingly random squiggly lines. “Oh look at Baby Todd’s drawing!” Todd was mortified as she showed his pathetic attempt to the class. He held his mittened hands up hoping they would understand. “Didn’t Baby Todd do well?” They children giggled. Todd reached up to take the page back but the teacher went to pin it up beside the others. Todd cringed as she wrote Baby Todd on his page.
Everyone who came into the class was shown the examples of drawing, making suitably encouraging noises about the children’s efforts, grinning broadly at Baby Todd’s attempt and looking down at him in his pink dress in the play-pen and saying something like ‘very good effort!’ Todd could only smile ruefully at the fake praise.
� Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Revenge is best served warm (Read 55422 times)
