Mitch

[BabyJay]

Wow!! wonder what Yulya has planned for Simon and Oscar? Humiliating punishment turning to pleasure for both of them?. Also like to know what is in store for Max and Luke when Deborah gets them back to P & S.

[Sandra B]

125.
Earlier that afternoon, at St. Mary’s School, Luke and Max’s embarrassment was crowned by Debbie allowing the girls to change them into their new pants.  First she handed out rubber gloves.  She had brought two new pairs of elasticated baby pants with her, in fine, soft latex, Luke’s pastel blue, Max’s baby pink, both translucent, scattered with little bears (for Luke) and little dolls (for Max).  Worst of all, she had brought new plugs for them.  This style, in smooth pink rubber, was shaped like a small egg on a narrow stalk.  Not so intrusive, but impossible to forget.
“Right, babies.  On your tummies please.  Max first, I think.  Open your legs, Max.  Right, girls, first of all make sure the lower end of the strap it firmly buckled to the plate, then slide on the plug – that’s right, Janice.  Maisy, take the lubricant, put a little dollop on the plug, then use your fingers to make sure the whole thing is covered.  Good…excellent.  Max, please stop clenching your buttocks.”
“Sorry, miss…I can’t help it…”
“Marlene, Patricia.  Can you help him, please?  Kneel either side.  That’s better.  Now I’ll show you how it’s done.  Very gently…turn it back and forth like so…and plop - in it goes.”
Once the process had been repeated with Luke, Debbie showed the girls how to fold and pin a nappy.
“We often use big pull-ups, but I thought you should know how to do this in case you have babies – or a wimpy boyfriend.”
Janice’s boyfriend is a wimp, miss.  Maybe…”
“No he isn’t, Maisy.  Shut up.  You’re just jealous cos he’s cute.”
“Well, Janice, if you’re ever in any doubt, you can always send him to P & S  for a few days and we’ll assess him.”
“You should, Janice,” persisted Maisy.  “You could boss him about even more than you do already!”
Janice didn’t reply, but she looked thoughtful.

The nappies being secured, Debbie rummaged in the changing bag again.
“Now for their little pants.”  She held them up.
“Oh, they’re so cute!” squealed Patricia.  “Can I put Max’s on?”
“Go ahead.”
She pushed them over his feet.  “Maxie, lift up your bum, darling.  Good boy.”
She worked them up over the bulky nappy and pulled and picked at the pink latex till she was satisfied they were neat and tidy.  Meanwhile the others were doing the same for Luke.  Then it only remained to put on their bootees, vests and cardigans, and they were ready to go.

The girls were whispering amongst themselves.
“Miss?” piped up Patricia.  “Instead of you driving them, could we possibly be allowed to walk them back?  It’s only a mile.  We’d look after them really nicely.”
“Oh.  Well…I suppose.  Promise to keep them safe, won’t you.  I’ll drive back now, and I’ll see you there in what…half an hour?”
“No!  Don’t let them, miss.  You can’t trust them!”
“Oh, be quiet, Luke.  They’ll take good care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of…”
“All right, girls.  I’ll leave them in your capable hands.  I just want a quick word with Mrs Canter, and then I’ll head back.  See you later!”

The little party set off.  Max was flanked by Marlene and Maisy, Luke by Janice and Patricia, their hands held tightly against any attempt at escape.  The girls ran into a lot of friends on the way, and what with introductions, examinations, and photo-calls, the journey took well over an hour, during which time the boys were prodded, fingered, had their cheeks patted, and worst of all, the elasticated legs of their rubber pants stretched and allowed to snap back onto their bare thighs multiple times.  Tales were told in whispers, generating many surprised gasps and much sniggering, and by the time the front gates of P & S appeared, Luke was red-faced with anger, Max on the verge of tears.  They were actually eager to return to the place that was the source of their discomfort.

Debbie had got back some time earlier, and reported to Shirley.  Mrs Canter, it seemed, had found the sort of therapy offered by P & S to naughty boys innovative and attractive.  By the time Debbie went to see Shirley, Shirley had already had a phone call from her.
“Well, Miss Dearman, the head and I have been discussing the work your school does, and we had a look at your website, and we’re both very impressed.  We were wondering…”
“Yes, Mrs Canter?”
“Suppose we were to sponsor some of your pupils.  We could maybe stage events to raise money towards the cost of your equipment and facilities, or make contributions from school funds.”
“Well, that’s a very generous thought, of course.  But what…?”
“In return, we were thinking we could arrange for selected boys to visit – perhaps for a day, to be the subjects of presentations by our sixth-form sociology students.  It would very educational for them, and would make, I think, a significant contribution to the range of their studies.  But the primary intention would be to benefit the boys themselves, to provide sympathetic or even empathetic female company and” – she was about to say “intercourse”, but after a moment’s hesitation substituted “cooperation”.  We emphasize the virtues of kindness and helpfulness, and try to set a good example to others.”
“Well, Mrs Canter, Obviously such an arrangement would need to be very carefully managed – by both schools.  But it seems an excellent and thoughtful idea.  It is true that the therapy we offer our boys often has to be enforced by strict discipline.  It would be a short relief and an insight for them which may produce beneficial results.”
“So, if you agree, maybe we could set up a meeting to discuss the idea, and, if we agree to go ahead, some of the detail.”


In short, the meeting was arranged, so that when the boys returned, Shirley was able to hint to their minders that it may not be the last time their services would be requested.
“But do come and visit us next week, won’t you?  Miss Buff-Hopkins tells me Mrs Canter has kindly given you permission to spend the open day here.
“Yay! Cried Marlene.
“Great!” said Janice.
“And we’ll get to see some of the other boys?” asked Patricia.
“Of course.”
“Fantastic!” added Maisy.
Luke looked at Max.  Max looked at Luke.
“fuc-k,” said Max.
“Shit,” said Luke.

[krystalasbaby2017]

OH OH naughty words out of those boys mouth, seems like they are really going to learn a lesson and behave.

[BabyJay]

Oh dear! what have our 2 baby boys let themselves in for. Perhaps they may like being pampered and changed by the girls, but, I doubt it. Look forward to next episode.

[Sandra B]

126.
It was Saturday morning.  The first matter for Shirley to deal with concerned Simon and Oscar – and indeed, the whole of the class.  Shirley had watched Anna’s video a couple more times now, and tut-tutted to Mandy about their behaviour.
“Boys!  But there’s nothing you can do about it.  Poor Yulya.  What a state!  She never had a chance.  They were so quick with the bondage tape, and once that was on…well, they could do anything they wanted!  And they did!   Thank goodness Anna stuck to her job, or I would never have been able to see the climax” – she cleared her throat – “I mean to say, it’s important that I know exactly what went on, so…”
“Quite, Shirley.  You need to have all the information, so you know what response is appropriate.  So…what have you decided?  Are they going to be expelled, or…?”
“Well, of course, that was my first thought.  But Yulya, bless her, wants me to be lenient.  Or at least, she wants to decide the punishment herself.  She’ll be in soon, and we’ll have a meeting.  We need to make a decision quickly.  The boys will all be in today for their Saturday gaming session, and if we can get this sorted out I can talk to them this afternoon.  Ah, I think that’s her now…”

The boys themselves were apprehensive about what action was going to be taken.  They were having an impromptu meeting in the games room.  Simon and Oscar were coming in for a fair amount of stick from the others.
“Well you didn’t seem to object!” protested Oscar.
“Maybe, but it was too late to go back then,” said Sean.  “You’d done the damage and no matter what happened we were gonna get the blame.”
“And then he made it worse,” said James, pointing at Simon.  “I mean, what a stupid thing to do, sticking it into teacher’s mouth like that!”
There was a thoughtful silence.
“You gotta admit, though, lads – it was fuc-king incredible.  I’ll never forget when we all dumped our loads on her…” said Tyler.
“We sure messed up her new outfit…” added Ryan.  “An’ when Simon made her swallow his!  That was the best!”.
“And Anna never said a word!” laughed Dylan.
“Yeah, that’s right…  Tell you what, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on that video,” said Joshua.
“We could watch it on the big screen,” grinned Isaac.  “Have it playing over and over all day.”
“’Ave a special showing on open day,” someone murmured.

Back in Shirley’s office, it had been agreed that the boys, apart from the two ringleaders, should be given menial tasks for a week. 
“Okay.  I'll put them at the disposal of the head cleaner,” said Shirley.  “She'll knock them into shape.  And I think they’re getting off lightly.  Now, Simon and Oscar.”  She looked questioningly at Yulya.
“I have idea, Miss Shirley.  Last year we work on punishment restraints, right?”
“I remember.  We employed some of them too.”
“Remember frames?  We never tried out.”
“Frames?  Oh, those kneeling frames?  Yes.  We had two made, didn’t we?  But that’s right, we never had occasion to try them.  I think they’re still in that cupboard at the back of the stockroom.”
“They are.  I check.  I have idea for Simon and Oscar.  We use frames and feminizing suits.  And we need boys to disappear for while.  I explain…”

Half an hour later, Shirley and Mandy strode into the games room.
“Boys?  Pay attention please.  You know what I’m here to talk about?  Yes, of course you do.  Abuse of a teacher is the most serious offence, for which all of you are going to be punished.  If you don’t accept your punishment, you can leave any time you like.”
“No, miss!  We’ll take our punishment!  We don’t want to leave!” cried Ryan.  And his sentiments were echoed by the others.  The prospect of losing their amazing club and all the facilities scared them stiff.
“I’m glad to hear it.  So…  With the exception of Ben, Marcus, Simon and Oscar, the rest of you will be required to perform routine cleaning duties for one hour a day for one week, in addition to coming in all day on open day – next Thursday – and helping out.  You will be cleaning the rooms, the equipment, and appropriately some of the clothing too – definitely Miss Buff-Hopkins’ boots,” she added with a mischievous smile.  “I've spoken to Mrs Clarke, the head cleaner, and she will be responsible for organising you into teams and allocating work..   You must obey her unquestioningly.  I have told her to report any boy who is slacking or impolite, and I will ban that boy from all privileges for a further week.  Do you understand?”
Murmurs of “yes, miss,” no problem, miss.”
“Right.   Ben and Marcus, you weren’t even present yesterday, so this does not apply to you.  Simon and Oscar, please go and wait outside my office.  Yes, now.”
As they left, there was an audible sigh of relief.
“That’s all right,” whispered Sean.  “I thought it would be much worse.  In fact, it was really worth it considering what fun it was…”
“What’s gonna happen to Simon and Oscar, miss?” asked Tyler.
“I won’t go into details.  Suffice it to say you won’t be seeing them for a couple of weeks.”
She turned to go, and then turned back as if she had forgotten something.
“While I’m here I might as well tell you.  There’ll be a couple of new students joining you shortly.  I’m going to warn you now.  No misbehaviour, or you’ll be out permanently.  They’re girls.”
There was a collective gasp.
“Girls, miss?” said Dylan, wide-eyed.
“Yes.  You know what they are, don't you Dylan?  I regret to say their parents have had so much trouble with them they are at their wits’ end.  So they are being sent to us for intensive therapy.”
“What ‘ave they bin up ter?” asked Tyler.
Shirley sighed.  “They had all the advantages – nice families, privileged upbringings, a good school – and they decided to abuse it all.”
“So they’re like…posh, miss?”
“I suppose you would call them that.”
“An’ what did they do?”
“I’m afraid I’m not prepared to go into details, beyond the fact that it culminated in a celebration of their graduation from sixth form with such an exhibition of precocious licentiousness that…well, would make your little escapade look like a children’s tea party.  But I have to go and deal with Simon and Oscar.  So you understand what you have to do?  Cleaning duty will start at five tomorrow and every day until next Saturday.  No absences and no excuses.”
“Yes, miss!  But those girls…”
“Enough!”

As Shirley and Mandy walked back to the office, the former allowed herself a quiet smile.
“Simon and Oscar’s mums were only too happy to endorse our – I mean Yulya’s – little scheme.  It’ll give them a nice break, after all.  And if anyone asks – their friends are bound to – they’ve been sent away to a stricter school up north for a couple of weeks.”
“I hope no-one discovers where they really are...”
“If we’re thorough, they won’t.”

[Sandra B]

127.
Simon and Oscar were waiting outside her door.  She swept past them without a word.  Yulya and Debbie were waiting inside.
“Okay.  I sorted out the others.  Now how are we going to do this?”
“Yulya and I have been discussing that,” said Debbie.  “The first thing is to separate them.  I’ll take Oscar and lock him in one of the holding rooms.  Come to think of it, with your permission, ma’am, I’ll pop him into one of those little cages.  Make him realise the seriousness of his position.”
“Good idea, Debbie.”
“Then I’ll go and get the things.  We located the frames and the suits.  I’ll take one of each to the other holding room, and when you bring Simon we can get started.  We’ll only let him see the platform section at first, so he won’t get too suspicious.  What are you going to tell them?”
“The truth.  I’ll say we’re going to use him to test some new bondage equipment we’ve acquired.  I’ll say it’ll be for a few days.  Then they can either stay or leave, as they please.  Of course they’ll agree to anything to be allowed to stay.  We lock them up at night and bring them out during the day for our amusement.”
“How long do you think…?”
“Well, we have at least a couple of weeks.  That should be enough punishment, don’t you think, Yulya?”
“Permanent better…but okay.  I keep out of way till they locked in.  Then I come in.”
“And gloat?”
“Yes.  I…gloat.”
“Right.  Bring them in.”

Simon and Oscar were shepherded in by Mandy.  They stood in front of Shirley’s desk, eyes lowered.
“Well, what am I to do with you two?  I’ve seen the video.  How dare you behave like that towards a teacher?  My instinct is to expel you.”
“Please miss…”
“We’re really sorry…”
“We got carried away…”
“We’ll do anything…”
“Anything…  Don’t expel us.  This is such a great school…”
“I see.  You’re contrite now.  So you should be.  Well, I’m not going to expel you…”
“Thank you, miss…”
“Quiet, please.  I’m not going to expel you – largely thanks to your teacher.  I don’t know why she should have mercy on you, after what you did…”
She did enjoy it, thought Simon.  And he gave Oscar a surreptitious nudge.
“…but she has.  So we’re going to put you to work.  Your friends will be cleaning the school every day for a week.  Your job will be helping us test some new equipment.  It may be uncomfortable – bondage is supposed to be – but fortunately you two are probably the fittest in the whole class.”
The boys exchanged self-congratulatory grins.
“We have some hard cases coming in.  And we need to be sure our equipment is up to it.  You can help us - if you think you are up to it – or you’re free to go, to leave P & S, and never return.  What’s it to be?”
“We’ll help, of course, miss.”
“We’re very fit – like you said – and tough.”
“No problem, miss.”
“Right.  Debbie, could you take Oscar, please?  Simon, we’ll show you what’s required.  Yulya, I think it’s best if you go back to work.  Boys?  Thank Miss Yulya for her kindness.  If it weren’t for her, you’d be walking away from here at this very moment.”
Thank you, miss!”
“Yes…thank you so much.  We’re really sorry…”
“You shouldn’t be so attractive…” added Simon, cheekily.
“That’s enough!  shouted Shirley.  “Let’s go!”

Oscar was marched away to be caged.  Shirley and Mandy accompanied Simon to another room.  It too had a rectangular cage, plus a chest of drawers against one wall, a bed against the other, and an en suite bathroom.  There was also a strange platform on castors, about two feet square, upholstered in black padded vinyl.  Simon glanced at it apprehensively.
“Go and get showered, put all your clothes out, and come back when you’re clean,” commanded Shirley.

He disappeared into the bathroom, and a minute later tossed his clothes out of the door.  Mandy collected them up and put them in a black bag.  He took his time showering, but eventually emerged sheepishly wrapped in a towel, by which time Debbie had arrived.  She went to the cage, made of substantial steel bars, with a padded leather base, and opened the top like a lid.
“Get in.”
“Why do I…?”
“Get – in!” 
She drew her whip from her boot.  Simon climbed in.
“This way round.  Down on all fours.  Put your head in there.”
At one end there was a semicircle of steel, and a corresponding one on the lid.  Gingerly he did as he was told.  Debbie closed and locked the lid, leaving his head sticking out of one end.  Then she reached in and yanked the towel out through the bars.
“Good,” said Shirley.
Debbie went to the chest, opened the top drawer, and took out a hair trimmer.  She knelt down next to Simon’s head.
“What are you going to do?” he wailed, fearfully.
She ignored him, adjusted the trimmer, and began to shave his head.  In two minutes he was quite bald.
“Excellent.  Might as well take off his eyebrows too, Debbie.”
“No!”
“Of course.”  It took only a few seconds.
“Well done, young man.  Have a comfortable night.  We’ll see you in the morning.  Sorry we can’t stay, but we have to attend to your friend.”
“No…please…”
“Next time, dear, think twice before you imprison and abuse your teacher.”

[Sandra B]

128.
Simon didn’t get much sleep that night.  He was grateful his captors returned early in the morning.  He was hauled out of his cage and made to stand in the middle of the room.  Without clothes or hair he was utterly cowed, and ready to do anything he was instructed to.  Mandy was holding a big black carrier bag, from which she produced a box of latex gloves and a canister of lubricant.
“What’s that…?”
Again he was ignored.  Mandy pulled on a pair of gloves and began to anoint him all over with lubricant, paying no regard whatsoever to his modesty.  When she had covered him from ankles to neck, she produced and held out a pair of natural latex pants.
“Step in.”
As she was pulling them up, he realised they had a slim, smooth dil-do built in.  He noticed it had a shiny metal core – and immediately feared the worst.  But before he could react, it slipped inside him, and Mandy was pulling the pants up tight.  They seemed to be slightly thickened and shaped at the crotch, so his parts were completely effaced and replaced by a low mound with a shallow central cleft.
“Perfect.  Now the suit.”  She extracted a pile of bright pink latex from the bag.  “You should like it.  Just like Yulya’s, but pink, of course.  Pink for a pansy.”
She shook it out, held out the legs, and knelt down.
“Come on – put your feet in.”
He looked around for a way of escape, but he was surrounded.
“Get a move on, Simon,” said Shirley, in a slightly threatening tone.  And Debbie fingered the handle of her riding whip, tucked neatly into the side of her boot as usual.  He slipped one foot in, then the other.  The latex felt tight round his ankles.  With Mandy on one side and Debbie on the other, they began to work the suit up his legs and over his butt.  It was then he noticed it had little built-in breasts, which wobbled as they guided his arms into the sleeves.  Soon they had it over his shoulders, and Shirley was zipping up the back.  As the zip went up, he could feel the latex tightening around his chest, and he could see the little breasts settle in place, pointing proudly forward and quivering slightly as the women made the final adjustments.

The neck came right up under his chin.  Shirley tugged at the zip, making sure it was zipped right to the top.  Then there was a moment of pressure, some more fiddling, and a click, as some sort of flap was snapped in place over the pull.
The women fell back a pace to admire the effect.
“Without that ugly face, you’d swear it was a girl,” cried Mandy, holding up one hand to cover Simon’s dismayed expression.
“I think we can say that’s a success,” said Shirley, enthusiastically.  “Right.  What’s next?”
“Boots,” said Debbie, who was already rummaging in the bag.  “Here we are.”
Not only boots, but ballet boots, with seven-inch heels, in black patent leather, with wide silver buckles and D-rings at the ankle.  Shirley guided him to the bed, and made him sit on the side.  While she knelt and pulled a pair of short, soft cotton socks onto his feet, Debbie unbuckled the boots.  She passed one to Shirley, and knelt down beside her with the other.  They slid on rather easily.  Simon felt his feet forced to straighten, and, as they buckled the ankles, held firmly in position.  Initially it was uncomfortable, but he soon got used to it.
“Try and walk,” grinned Mandy. 
Walk?  He couldn’t even stand without the ladies holding his hands!
“No matter,” said Shirley.  “You won’t be doing much walking – not yet, anyway.”  She grinned.  “Mandy?  Got the mitts?”
“Right here, Shirley.”
She held up a pair of pink leather bondage mitts, with straps at the wrists and little silver rings attached to the points.  In went his hands, the wrists were buckled, and now his hands were as useless as his feet.  Finally, they buckled pink leather straps a couple of inches wide around his legs between the calf and the knee.  These had D-rings on the buckles, and they positioned these at the front.
The women had to carry him over to the strange platform.  By now he was in such a state of bewilderment he didn’t even try to struggle.  What would be the point, anyway?
Many pressed a pedal at the side of the mobile platform.  This locked the castors so it would no longer move.  Simon was able to get a proper look at the device for the first time.  It consisted of a square of black padded vinyl, like the seat of a chair, about two feet square.  It was shallow – perhaps a couple of inches deep – and appeared from the row of steel studs around the edges to be on some sort of rigid tray.  It was connected to a tubular brushed steel frame, and supported on steel struts.  The ends of two struts could just been seen under each edge, in the narrow gap between frame and platform.  At two opposing edges, steel rings were welded to the struts, as if for some sort of attachments.  This frame was itself supported on four castors, one at each corner.  And rising from each corner were short open-ended steel tubes, each one pierced and fitted with a wing-nut bolt, as if they were intended to hold extensions.
They placed him in a kneeling position across it, facing one set of rings.  Immediately he understood, and sure enough the D-rings on his boots and his knee-straps were connected to the rings using simple carabiners.  Thus he found himself kneeling helplessly before his triumphant captors – wondering what was coming next.

He soon found out.  Debbie left the room, and returned almost immediately with another contraption.  It was also of tubular brushed steel, like two right-angled triangles connected together, with four short legs protruding from the corners of the shortest edges.  She put it down next to him.  Shirley and Mandy started taking out the wing-nut bolts.  It was obvious it was going to be slotted onto the short tubes on the corners of the platform.

They lifted it on.  It slotted in easily, and they reinserted and screwed up the wing-nuts.  Simon now found himself within a steel frame.  In front of him were two vertical pillars connected by one central transverse bar.  The tops of these pillars were roughly level with his neck, and pierced, as if designed to accept further extensions.  At each side diagonals ran from the back corner of the platform and connected with the verticals just below the tops.  These diagonals also had a transverse connection about half-way up.  He was about to find out its function.

Debbie and Mandy lifted his arms over the transverse bar behind him.  Shirley attached the mitt rigs together with a carabiner, and slipped on one end of a short steel chain as well.  The other end she attached to the back bar of the platform, between the struts and between his boots.  He was now quite immobilised.  He wanted to ask what it was all about, but refrained, mainly because he feared the worst.

The three women, with smiles of satisfaction, seated themselves in a row on the bed, and contemplated their creation.  They seemed to find Simon’s worried little face, unprotected by even a hint of hair, rather amusing.
“Well, I think we’re ready,” said Shirley.  She took out her phone.
“Yulya?  We're done.  He’s all yours.”