Philip’s Treatment Homage to Vicky’s, Lip Service by Wincy Willis/Khrissi Martin

[SissyCat]

Chapter Five
Philip felt like he was in a fog. There was a strange throbbing feeling, but it felt far away. A large shiny high-heeled shoe loomed into Philip’s field of vision. It seemed too large, but Philip recognized it immediately—Dr Leticia Peabody. He was wearing his pyjamas, bib and mittens; the dummy was strapped firmly in his mouth. Suddenly she was holding his mittened hands and was placing him over her shoe like she was going to give him a “horsey ride.” That was impossible, he was far too old for that! The shoe seemed enormous, the crotch of his pink pyjamas was nestled in the instep of Dr Peabody’s foot and the pointy toe of the shoe seemed to curl up between his legs until it was nestled in his bum crack. He tried to pull away but she had him in an unyielding grip. The throbbing began to grow more intense, and was coming from between his legs where he was so firmly settled on Dr Peabody’ shoe. She looked down and started to laugh as she lifted him up and down. In the corner his mother was standing beside a huge clock, clapping her hands in time to the rocking. Dr Peabody spoke to him in a condescending babyish voice.
“What a silly Philly. One more horsey ride then it’s bedtime for little Philip” His mother was now pointing to the clock. Even as he bounced up and down, up and down he could see the clock was set at 3pm. “ Noooooo!” He was shouting through the dummy. The throbbing between Philip’s legs became more acute, as if a magnifying glass was focusing it into a tiny concentrated spot.
”Ooh Mother look, he is waking up.”
A familiar voice pierced Philip’s fuzzy mind. The bizarre dream melted away. A woman’s face was hovering over Philip. He realised he was still in bed with his blankets tucked in tightly up to his chin. His arms were pinned under the blankets and as his hands were rendered useless in the pink mittens, he couldn’t work up the leverage to free himself. The saliva was running straight down the back of his throat as his lips tightly gripped the shaft of his dummy.
The woman leaned forward and Philip recognised Mrs Swenson. In that case, oh no, the voice that woke him had to be….
Hyacinth Swenson’s features loomed into view.
“Hello Philip, I am pleased you are wearing my pyjamas I wore when I was a little girl!” She said mockingly as she smiled down at him.
“Now Hyacinth,” said her Mother. “Philip is only following the treatment recommended by Dr Peabody so no teasing please.”
It was then that he realised that the pressure in his bladder was severe. He desperately needed to relieve himself. Normally he would have bounded out of bed but he was helplessly trapped while the Swenson’s gazed down at him. He had to get out of this bed. He writhed and wriggled feebly, the exertion causing him to make loud involuntary suc-king sounds as he panted around his dummy. Where was his mother?
”Mpppppppfffffffff!” Philip’s voice croaked unintelligibly when he tried to speak. He had forgotten about the dummy and his words made no sense.

”What is it dear?” Mrs Swenson asked and leaned closer to Philip’s face. As she did so she inadvertedly pressured his bursting bladder. To Philip’s horror he began to wet himself. Once it started he couldn’t stop. Philip was distraught as he felt like he was having possibly the longest pee of his life!
”The big baby, he’s wetting the bed!”  Exclaimed Hyacinth.
What on earth are they doing here? Philip thought as she continued. “You need a nappy Philip!” He would have said something scathing but the huge wet stain that was soaking into his sheets was taking all his attention.
“Mppppff!”
Philip was relieved when his entered the room “Has he behaved himself?”  She asked, addressing Mrs Swenson.
”Oh Rita, I am afraid he has just wet the bed. He had slept like a baby the whole time you were gone, suc-king contentedly on his dummy. Suddenly he started thrashing about under the covers and when we went to check on him we notice the bed was err… quite wet.”
Philip’s Mother came and stood directly over him. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them down with one hard pull. Philip was completely exposed as a bed wetter; the large wet stain on the front of his pyjamas had spread to his chest and knees and he lay in an even bigger wet spot that was centred under his wet pyjama clad bottom.

Philip looked at his mother with pleading eyes. No, this wasn’t his fault. He tried to say something and managed to spray saliva onto the front of his bib. His frustration became so great that he could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He banged his pink mittened fists against the mattress and tears started to well in the corner of his eyes. No! He was going to start crying!
His Mother, put a warning finger to her lips. Philip forced himself to calm down. He had to make her see that this was not his fault!
His Mother turned and thanked Mrs Swenson and Hyacinth for “babysitting.” The word made Philip’s ears burn as he lay there forlornly in his sopping pink pyjamas and suc-king his dummy.
”No trouble at all Rita, Hyacinth loves babysitting She would love the chance to put Philip into his jim-jams and tuck him into beddybyes, Hyacinth is hoping to go into childcare and become a nanny so she would be grateful for the experience. Look, she even sensed that Philip would like a teddy bear to comfort him. Poor Philip, he already seems quite fond of it.”
Puzzled, Philip turned to the side and the ring of his dummy bumped against a pink teddy bear with plush fur and pink satin belly that had been placed beside him while he slept.
Oh look, baby has given Pink Bear a kiss, did you see? Asked Hyacinth.
”Come along baby, give Pinky Bear another kiss,” she urged this time.
“You heard Hyacinth darling.” His Mother was looking at him pointedly. Philip, still breathing heavily, turned and looked at the bear. He quickly touched the ring of his dummy to the bear’s side and pulled away. Hyacinth clapped her hands with delight then turned to Philips Mother.
“Do you need any help to change Philip’s pyjamas?” Hyacinth asked, still exuberant at the predicament of her classmate.
She pause before continuing, “I would be happy to change his nappies if you decide he needs them and as Mummy said I would get him ready for bed and tuck him up if required.”
Philip couldn’t believe what was coming out of Hyacinth’s mouth and started to shake his head wildly.
”Mmmmpff”! He tried to exclaim in frustration, as a drool of saliva dribbled down his chin.
”That’s very kind Hyacinth,” Philip’s Mother said, pointedly wiping her son’s chin. “I shall certainly keep you in mind if I require any help.”


Chapter Six
His mother looked at Philip and pointed at the floor in front of her. Shamefacedly, Philip got out of the sopping wet bed and stood where his Mother indicated. His pink cloud pyjama bottoms drooped from the heavy wetness of the material. She removed the hand restraints and bib and peeled off the wet pyjamas. He put his hands in front of himself, ashamed of his nakedness but his Mother impatiently slapped his hands away.
Philip’s mother hooked her finger into the ring of the dummy and started to march Philip toward the bathroom. He almost tripped as he struggled to keep up with her. He had never felt so humiliated.
She ran the bath then took out a box of her bubble bath and poured it in. The perfume scent wafted into Philip’s nostrils. Then she added some bath oils with their own strong floral fragrances. As steam filled the room, Philip’s Mother started smearing a white cream all over him.
As she lathered it over him he experienced a hot, almost burning sensation. Her stern glance told him to stand still and not to complain. He suc-ked furtively on his dummy. Just when it became almost unbearable, his Mother directed him into the bubble bath. The scented oily water seemed to permeate his skin.
He soaked for what seemed to be a long time. He could hear activity in the next room.
His Mother returned clutching a washcloth; she began to scrub him vigorously. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d bathed him but she acted as if it had been yesterday. She scrubbed him from head to toe, even behind his ears.
She encompassed his pen-is and testicles in the soapy washcloth and squeezed and scrubbed to such an extent he became partly aroused, much to his intense embarrassment. His Mother seemed oblivious to the fact and took no notice. She applied more soap to the washcloth and got a rich lather up. She wound the soapy washcloth tightly around her manicured finger.

”Now I’ll have to get my nails done again.” She commented before she thrust her finger up his bottom. Philip grimaced as she briskly began cleaning his bum, pressing deep into his bum crack. The soapy washcloth covered finger pressed against his rosebud until it poked inside. Philip’s mother turned it like a corkscrew. Philip let a whimper of protest escape from around the shaft of his dummy.
”Stop fussing you baby!”
His Mother probed more deeply with the slippery washcloth as if to emphasize that she was going to do exactly as she pleased from now on and nothing he did or said was going to change a thing.
Mother rinsed him down with clean water. His skin felt odd, tingling all over. It was then he realised that he didn’t have a single hair left anywhere on his body. His pubic region was as smooth as it was when he was a little boy. Mother towelled him dry roughly. She took him by the hand and led him back to his bedroom; the bed had been stripped bare.
”The mattress is ruined. You will just have to sleep with mummy tonight until I can make other arrangements. You’re going the right way to find yourself back sleeping in your cot if you continue to behave like a baby!” Threatened his Mother.
Phillip stared up at her with disbelief as she led him quickly by the hand to her own bedroom. He had slept in his cot until he was eight years old until she had finally relented and bought him a bed.
”Lie down on your back,” she ordered. He did so with trepidation. His mother started smearing ointment over his smooth bottom. It felt cold and slick. She worked it over his pen-is and testicles, making him squirm. The strong talc smell of baby powder filled his nostrils as she liberally sprinkled it all over. Baby powder? Oh please no . . .
“See what happens when you start acting like a little baby? My son the bed wetter! Well let me tell you. You’re not going to be ruining any more mattresses! When Dr Peabody gave me these nappy’s and plastic panties I assured her that my little Philip was not a bedwetting little baby but she obviously knew something that I didn’t. You have made a fool of me Philip!”
His Mother lifted the seventeen year olds legs and thrust a fluffy nappy under his bottom.
”You are going to be dressed in nappy’s and pyjamas from now on until you prove you can be trusted to go to the toilet like a big boy, do you understand?”
Without waiting for a reply she took out an oversized safety pin with a pink plastic bunny on the head and pinned the cloth nappy in place on one side and repeated the process on the other side. She went back and forth, re-pinning the nappy until it was snug against his skin.
Picking up a translucent, pink plastic pair of baby pants with elastic around the waist and leg openings, she pulled then up snugly over the nappy. They crackled noisily as she pulled his feet through the holes making sure the towelling nappy was completely covered by the plastic.
Philip had his eyes tightly shut throughout this experience as though this waking nightmare would disappear if he chose not to look. Unseen then, his mother unfurled a pair of newly purchased pyjamas. She eased his legs into pink, brushed cotton pyjamas. The material felt soft and comforting against his freshly powdered skin as she manoeuvred his arms into the sleeves. It was only when she buttoned up the pyjama jacket and he opened his eyes that he realised he was actually wearing pink floral pyjamas!
“Yes that’s right Philip. I bought you three new pairs of pink pyjamas to comply with Doctor Peabody’s advice and if you continue to behave like a baby I can’t see you ever wearing anything but pink jim-jams ever again!”
Before he could even contemplate the horror of his pyjamas she had fastened on the first mitten and was lacing it tight. Soon its twin was in place. His mother took a fresh bib and tied it around his neck with the white towelling side facing outwards.
”Now then, time for beddy-byes.”  Philip shook his head vigorously, not bedtime surely, he had just had a long nap. He glanced at the bedside clock, three thirty! Even Doctor Peabody had said six o’clock!
“Oh I see, the good behaviour hasn’t lasted, well let me tell you that I will be putting you to beddybyes whenever you disobey or annoy me. Since you will be permanently dressed in your nappies and your baby jim-jams that will be quite easy especially after you receive your bedtime spanking!”
Philip found himself once again draped over her lap. His mother reached down and removed her pink, fur-trimmed slipper. Quickly she built up a rhythm as she spanked, not his nappy clad bottom but his upper legs. The pain was unbearable, his pyjamas offered little protection and soon he was writhing and spluttering through his dummy, begging her to stop.
“Now, are you going to do as you are told and go to beddy-byes for mummy like a good little boy?”

Philip nodded miserably, anything to stop the pain and humiliation of the spanking.

“Goodness knows what Dr Peabody will have to say about all this when I tell her!”

She helped him into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chest, tucking him in so tight that movement was out of the question. She tousled his hair and kissed him night-night with a satisfied expression.