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Everyone settled down for the show. The girls Scouts were given the key to the babies’ ankle cuffs, so they could release the from their positions at the front door, and soon returned with the pair in tow, now hanging their heads in embarrassment and trembling with anxiety. They stood side by side, their pretty rubber pants under their little pinafore dresses now sticking to their wet nappies and clouded with moisture. Marlene seemed to have assumed command of the team. Of the four private school girls she had the poshest voice – and apparently the most confidence. She pointed at the babies.
“Scouts? Please hold them there while I do the introductions.” She turned to face her audience. “Ladies. Thank you all for coming today. I hope you’re enjoying your visit.” Murmurs of assent. “My name is Marlene, and this is my team, Janice, Patricia and Maisy. Today we are pleased to present a demonstration of baby care. You have all met boy baby Luke and girl baby Max here, but it seems that since this morning they have each had a little accident.”
She walked over and gave each of their nappies an exploratory squeeze, making the boys flinch.
“Yes. Very soggy, as I think you can see. Never mind. They’re wearing super-watertight rubber baby pants, so it’s no problem. But they will need to be thoroughly cleaned, treated, and dressed in new pants. However, there’s no need to change anything else, and I think we can safely leave their hands secured and their pacifiers – I mean sissifiers – firmly in their mouths. Babies after all should be seen and not heard.”
She puckered her forehead. “Hmm. Perhaps little Max first. His outfit’s so pretty, I’m sure you’ll agree. Pretty pink, like any sweet little baby girl. Luke, please kneel to one side. You can watch so you will know what’s in store for you. Girls? Shall we?”
Janice, Maisy and Patricia, looking so cute in their frilled white aprons and gloves, jumped up, grabbed Max, and frog-marched him to the big padded plastic changing mat. They pushed him face down, lifting his dress so it shouldn’t get in the way, and without further ado, and ignoring his muffled protests, began to pull and roll down his rubber pants. It was the work of moments to remove them and drop them into a bucket. His nappy was unpinned, unfolded, and followed the pants. Members of the audience looked at each other approvingly. These girls knew what they were doing all right. Miriam turned to Teddy.
“My girls,” she whispered. “I’m so proud of them.”
“They’re so proficient! You should put in for one of those weeks, darling. Couldn’t you share a baby amongst the whole class somehow?”
“That’s a great idea, Teddy! I’ll talk to Violet about it…”
Max lay there, belly pressed to the mat, buttocks clenched, eyes tight shut, praying this would be over soon, and that they wouldn’t need to turn him over. There was a pause in proceedings. He opened one eye. The girls had apparently decided he needed more than wiping, and Janice was returning from the kitchen with a bowl of water and a bottle of liquid soap.
“Shit!” He opened the other eye, on the side of the audience. Imagine his chagrin when he saw the line of phones recording his every flinch and blush, and Anna in close with a video camera! He groaned in despair. Surely things couldn’t get any worse…
But there was nowhere to hide. They bathed his bottom with warm, scented, soapy water, patting him dry with towels. And then, in a pre-arranged and coordinated movement, grabbed him by his shoulders and ankles and spun him onto his back!
The sudden appearance of the little curled erection control device, taut and quivering with compressed exuberance - that which contained, under severe restraint, his most precious possessions - drew gasps from the onlookers. But of those possessions little could be seen. The plastic-coated aluminium device consisted of a small circular backplate, a cup-shaped pouch for his balls, and a curved, pierced tube with a small opening at its tip for his pen-is. The whole thing was so neat and compact, so sleek and discreet, that no-one could possibly take offence at its appearance. The girls exchanged quick, satisfied smiles, and then, while the other three held him down, Janice occupied herself with washing both his body and its appendage, in the process of which she several times unintentionally batted it with her hand, making it vibrate like a coiled spring. Ripples of laughter ran round the audience, and several women scurried forward from their seats to take a quick close-up. Max’s hands being still secured behind his back, he was forced to arch his body slightly, as if he were flaunting it. Cheeks burning, he turned his head away from the row of ladies, and sobbed quietly in frustration.
Once the girls had dried him to their satisfaction, it was time for the cream. The cold cream had been made extra cold by being stored in the fridge since before lunch. Janice handed over the task to Maisy, who scooped a handful out of the pot and smeared it across Max’s tummy, making him squirm with the shock. She worked it in across his tummy and down his flanks, then took a second scoop and turned her attention to the insides of his thighs. She addressed the audience.
“It’s very important when applying cream to baby’s skin not to miss an inch. A rash can start from any untreated part. So although in this case we don’t have full access, we must do our best nevertheless.”
So saying, she picked up a bottle of baby lotion – also chilled – and coated the device with a series of squirts, whilst massaging it in with her other hand. Her intention had only been to prank Max by causing some slight discomfort, but to her surprise she also elicited a visible physical response. Having nowhere else to expand, his pen-is began to swell at the base of the shaft, elevating the device as if on a stalk, and wringing groans from poor Max.
“Well,” said Maisy, “perhaps its time to get this baby back in his pants before he gets too overwrought. Girls, help me to turn him over.”
To his immense relief, the girls helped him over. Lying flat was not an option until he calmed down a little, but this suited the next part of their plan well. Maisy shifted round to his head and calmly used her legs to put him in a headlock. Marlene and Janice pulled his legs apart and sat on his calves. He was stuck with his head on the ground and his bottom in the air. Now it was Patricia’s turn to do some work. The room was hushed. Max was fidgeting, trying to close his legs. Patricia gave him dozen quick smart slaps on the bottom, turning the cheeks red.
“Stop wriggling and behave,” she cried, angrily. “Unless you want a proper good spanking in front of everyone!”
He stopped struggling, and stifled a sob.
“That’s better.”
She reached into the changing bag and produced a slim black object with a slightly bulbous head. Those closest to the action recognised it as an inflatable butt-plug. A quick squirt of lotion and it slipped in easily. Max stiffened, but he was held tight and had no means of resistance. Patricia pushed it home until all that was showing was a black button an inch across with a valve in its centre. From the bag she brought out a hand-inflator and a tube, screwed the end of the tube into the valve, and began to pump.
“Ten pumps should be about right,” she murmured.
By the sixth Max was struggling again and moaning. But he couldn’t shift the girls.
“…eight…nine…ten… There. All done, baby Max. How does that feel?” She detached the hose and stood up. Max was whimpering quietly.
“You see, ladies… Sometimes when dealing with big unruly boy-babies, it is necessary to take special measures to make sure they don’t start playing up.”
“Quite right,” said Miriam, which remark drew a little ripple of applause.
“It is really in the interests of health and safety,” she continued. “We would recommend at least two of the three main aids – hand restraints, sissifiers, and butt-plugs – be applied at all times, to be sure of maintain full control. To be on the safe side, all three.” She smiled demurely. “Now, our baby needs some clean pants, and then she will be ready for you. I don’t think we need another nappy yet. Instead we have some very special very cute bunny pants for her to wear.”
She held up a pair of traditional elasticated pants, made of transparent pink latex, with a little white ball of fur attached to the seat.
“I'll just give him a dusting...”
She sprinkled a liberal amount of scented baby-powder over his bottom and thighs.
“Let’s get them on and you’ll see how they work. Stand up, please, Max.”
Max got to his feet. He didn’t know where to look.
“Step in. Good boy.”
He felt the soft latex being drawn up his legs, the waist and leg bands snapping into place. Then something else.
“Stand still!”
What was she doing? Why was she fiddling with his butt-plug?
“You see, ladies, the little bunny tail on the outside is attached to a threaded bolt on the inside, which we can screw into the butt-plug valve…so. Now we can check that the plug won’t come out simply by giving his tail a gentle tug…”
“Mmmff!”
“There. Nice and secure. Perhaps you’d like to try, ladies, while we deal with Luke? Maisy? Why don’t you pass Max over to the ladies for inspection?”
“Come on, Max. Playtime. Show our guests what a good baby you are. There you go.”
“All right, Luke. Sorry to keep you waiting. Come here, please. It’s your turn now…”
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