“I’ll get the door.” Yelled, Baby Sarah’s mom. I tried to fight back tears at the thought of someone seeing me dressed like a one-year old girl. The tears were welling in Baby Sarah’s eyes and his lip was quivering around the soother. It felt like hours until I heard the door close. I closed my eyes trembling as I listened to footsteps getting closer.
“It was just a delivery,” Baby Sarah’s mom said as my mom and her entered the room. “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE? SUSAN! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” My mom ran over to the crib. “Why are you tied like that?” We both tried to explain to her without dropping the soothers, ““Nnnnggghhhh!” “Mmmppff!”
As my mom untied us Susan sheepishly entered into the room. “You are only supposed to embarrass them, not torture them. What is wrong with you?” Susan started to reply but her mom told her to stop. “What did you plan next? An afternoon in a metal shed in the hot sun? I will deal with you later. Go get them some toys to play with.”
As Susan left our mothers gently slipped their hands under our armpits and lifted us from the play pen. I whimpered and struggled a little.
“Shhh my precious,” she whispered to me as she wiggled a soother into my mouth. “I’ll take care of my baby.” Slowly I was lifted into my mother’s arm. I whimpered again, wriggled and buried my face in her shoulder. My mother smiled. As my mother liftied my warm body I burrowed into her. Her hand supported my wet heavily padded bottom and the other behind my head she carried me to a chair allowing me to slip onto her lap. Baby Sarah’s mom was doing the same thing to her.
“Gaa Gaa,” I croaked and whimpered through my soother. My Mommy smiled adoringly at me. “Yes, it’s Mama my precious. It’s Mama.” She said as she gently roked me. I smiled at her through my soother. “Awww darling Mommy won’t let Susan hurt her baby,” she soothed adjusting his slender body until he was cradled in her arms. “Good baby,” she praised. “Good baby.” She caressed my face. Her eyes focused on my angelic face. “You’re just a baby. Mommy’s baby, aren’t you?” she repeated again. I nodded. His mother smiled at his acknowledgement. “Of course, you are honey. Of course, you are.”
“What happens the rest of today and tomorrow may be embarrassing, but I promise you won’t be hurt,” Baby Sarah’s Mom said to both of us. Our mothers waited until we were settled before placing us back into the play pen.
Sarah returned with a box of baby toys. They sorted through the toys rejecting anything that said “one years or over” as “too difficult for our babies.” There were baby rattles; some Fisher Price toys, that made farmyard animal sounds, cuddly toys and letter blocks and of course every baby girls’ necessity, a selection of dollies and cuddly toys.
“They should be able to manage most of these toys”, my mom said. “It’s mostly just things they can push, shake or hold. They can’t do much more than that of course.” I looked forlornly at the toys. It looked like this was about exciting as things were going to get for us.
I looked out through the lace of my bonnet, suc-ked on my soother and dutifully shook a rattle while Baby Sarah played with the blocks. Baby Sarah’s Mom knelt by the playpen and got him to spell out simple words with the letter blocks. Getting bored with the rattle, I started to play with a baby dolly pretending to feed her. Again, Susan took pictures.
“We’ll be back in an hour with your bottles” Baby Sarah’s Mom said as my Mom and her left the room, “and Susan, don’t torture your babies.”
Once our mothers were gone, Susan knelt beside the playpen and told us to play with each of the toys in turn. She relished making us shake the rattles, causing the toy say moo and playing with the dolls. She made us hold baby dolls to our chest as if we were feeding them chuckling as she took more pictures.
Susan, watched over us and made sure that we happily played with our baby toys and suc-ked on our soothers. “I can’t wait to show these pictures to all of your friends.”
NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH...nnnnngggghhhh” we both cried out in panic.
I felt a surge of adrenaline, as it dawned on me that she could send these pictures to anyone. What would my friends think? Both our eyes went wide as we realized the shame that would entail if the pictures got out. I started to cry.
“What’s wrong precious?” Susan asked gleefully “you don’t want your friends to see my pictures.”
I sniffled a pleading “no” through my soother while Baby Sarah insistently shook her head no.
"Should I send these on to your friends?" she said. "Or are you going to be good baby girls and do what I say?"
The realization swept over me: like it or not, Susan now had complete power over us. If we do anything wrong like disobeying her, she could send out the pictures. We have to do what she tells us now. There was no choice.
“Uh hu” we both mumbled through our soothers .
"I thought you would agree" said Susan. “Now reach over and give each other a hug.” We shuffled close together and hugged each other. She had us pose in the most humiliating ways, holding hands, kissing each other’s cheeks, then hugging like lovers, all while she clicked away repeatedly to capture our shame.
“Okay. Now for the crowning shot,” she said wickedly, “I want you two sissies to kiss each other, right on the lips.”
We just stared at each other in horror.
“Go ahead, Baby Sarah,” she sneered, “Kiss your little baby friend.”
“Please, please don’t make us!” Baby Sarah begged, “why are you doing this?’
“Payback for all the horrible things you and baby Daisy did to me and my friends! You both thought it was hilarious when I had a sleepover and you switched honey for my shampoo and put eggs in our sneakers. Or the time you put powder in the nozzle of my hair dryer. What a mess. The time when I was with my friends in the yard and you turned on the sprinkler. But the worse is when you stole my diary and both of you read passages from it to your friends. I wanted to crawl under a rock. You had to read the passage about Jill, and I practice kissing with each other. For weeks we were teased about being lesbians. That almost ruined my life, some kids were mature and didn't tease me, but others did and made fun of me about my crush, how I'm bi curious, and my personal thoughts. I wanted to kill both of you, but what I have planned this weekend will be better.”
We shook our heads violently in fear and then looked at each other with apprehension.
“Please, please don’t make us!” Baby Sarah begged her again, but she picked up the camera and threatened to post the pictures for everyone to see. “Now, no more grown-up talking, from now on only baby talk.”
I gulped hard and threw my arms around Baby Sarah, kissing him as my hands went down to fondle the thick, seat of his romper. Baby Sarah’s lips felt soft and warm against my own and his bottom felt cushiony and erotic. A tear trickled down Baby Sarah’s cheek, but I kept kissing him, afraid to let go. At the same time, my own little wiener was fighting against its bonds within my diaper as it struggled to become hard. For some reason, I was getting tremendously turned on by kissing Baby Sarah and I couldn’t have been more surprised.
Meanwhile, Susan was getting countless shots of our embrace, my hands squeezing Baby Sarah’s thickly padded rump while he did the same with mine. As I opened my eyes, I could see that his were half closed, surrendering to my advances. His lips began to part, as if he wanted my tongue and without thinking, I accommodated him. His mouth was hot, and he moaned like a girl as I tentatively explored with my tongue, shocking myself with my own lack of inhibition.
At last, Susan gave us the signal and we were allowed to stop. We both blushed at each other. What have I done? I had just French-kissed my friend and Susan had pictures of it!
“Play with your toys. I’ll be back with your bottles soon. Don’t forget to cry if you need your nappies changed.” She smirked as she left.
We played with our dolls, gurgling into our dummies in true baby fashion, and I must admit I rather enjoyed it. Then the thunderbolt fell. I suddenly heard the sound of the front door being opened and closed, and a voice calling out 'Hi Susan, Where are you?” I knew it was Susan’s friend Jill. I went cold with panic. Desperately, Baby Sarah crawled to the play pen door and began to fumble the latch.
A few seconds later, Jill and Susan came into the room. Susan glanced at me for an instant, and then strode over to where Baby Sarah was frantically trying to open the door to get out of the play pen. “Oh no you don't,” she said, and quickly pushed him back.
Jill took one look at us and burst into gales of laughter. I was so shocked and mortified that without even realizing it, a stream of pee burst out from me, soaking the front of my diapers. A few tears of humiliation welled up in Baby Sarah’s eyes as he also realized what was in store for us.
"Delightful' chuckled Jill, walking over and arranging my bonnet neatly, “I always wanted a baby sister. Looks like I've got one now, haven't I?” A chorus of giggles went up as I blushed crimson with humiliation and started to cry. I was quickly joined by Baby Sarah.
"Oh, you poor babies! Awww, don't cry! Don't worry. Jill will look after Baby Daisy, and I'll take care of Baby Sarah." Susan sarcastically said as she gathered Baby Sarah and her dolly in her arms and took her out of the play pen.
"That's a very pretty doll you have there, Baby Daisy. Is she yours?" Jill smiled kindly down at me when I tearfully nodded, still incapable of speech. I held my baby doll cradled in one arm and clutched Jill’s hand tightly, and let the grinning young woman lead me along like a distraught toddler. Jill lifted me off my feet and sat on the sofa with me sitting on her warm bare knees. She tried heroically to stop me crying, but I was temporarily inconsolable. She cooed and clucked in wordless mothering tones as she made me lie across the sofa with my head in her soft inviting lap. I clutched my wet doll tighter in my arms as I cried like a big sissy in front of this beautiful teenager, fat tears of shame rolling down my hot red cheeks.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: The Neighbor's Payback (Read 33233 times)
