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

[SissyCat]

Chapter Nine
As Philips mother secured him in the back seat of the car, his tummy felt decidedly queasy while she stowed his new pushchair along with a plentiful supply of the bottle feeds in the boot of the car.
Slamming the driver’s door as she turned the ignition Philip sensed she was in a bad mood.
“Well you really took your misbehaviour to a new level in there didn’t you?”
Philip suc-ked nervously on his dummy and tried to ignore his upset tummy as his mother continued.
“Dr Peabody is trying to help you and all you do is be obstructive and embarrass me. Well from now on we are going to follow her instructions to the letter. There will be no more letting you have your own way. When we get home you will go straight to beddy-byes. What’s more I will continue your treatment as baby Philippa until you learn to do as you are told!”
Philip waved his mittened hands about in frustration and although he knew full well the plastic tubular device that filled his mouth prevented the formation of intelligible words he spluttered an indignant,
“Mpppppppfffffffff!”
As his mother parked the car he was annoyed to see Mrs Swenson’s car still outside the house and gave an involuntarily muffled moan that his mother heard. Glancing in the rear mirror she grinned mischievously at him before speaking.
“Didn’t I mention that Hyacinth would be staying with us? She is going to help me look after you.”
Philip began to violently shake his head as his mother continued.
“You remember how keen she was to get some experience of looking after a baby?  Well what better than to be nanny to a ten month old baby girl called Philippa? Ha-ha. I arranged everything in Dr Peabody’s office!”
Philips head was spinning with this devastating news as his mother strapped him into the pushchair and wheeled him to the front door. At the hallway his mother made a point of fussily arranging his bonnet that had somehow become skewed.
“We must have you looking your prettiest for Hyacinth mustn’t we my angel?”
She clipped the cord to the o-ring of his pink dummy before releasing him from the pushchair and bringing him to the crawling position with a sharp tug of the cord.
Slowly they entered the living room. “Come along Philippa,” encouraged his Mother, tugging on his dummy. Drool dribbled down his chin as the sheer effort of crawling along like an infant required all his concentration.
“My-my, what have we here? It looks like a sweet little baby girl!” 
Recognising Hyacinths voice he groaned inwardly before casting his eyes upwards. She was dressed in a grey dress that sported a large white collar and was buttoned to the neck. The sleeves had cuffs that were also trimmed in white. She wore sheer black stockings and on her feet were traditional black brogues. Her brown hair had been severely scraped back from her plain, unmade up face, leaving her features appear as if they had been medically sculpted.
Hyacinth knelt down until her face was inches from his face. “Do you like my uniform Philippa? You can call me Nanny from now on,” she said as she took her turn tinkering with the frills on his sunbonnet.
Philip turned ashen and he felt a tears welling up in his eyes.
“Oh dear is the pwecious ickle babykins not happy to see me den?” She mocked as she reached under his arms and plonked the helpless Philip on her lap and began bouncing him up and down on her knee.
“Oopsa daisy babykins.”
Philip began to feel unwell as his tummy rumbled loudly and, to his shame and horror felt himself uncontrollably empty his bowel.
“Hyacinth,” His mother said. “I want you to take baby Philippa and………. What on earth?”
His mother wrinkled her nose as she addressed Hyacinth.
“Doctor Peabody warned me this would happen, oh well. Hyacinth, do your duty as this naughty baby’s Nanny and get her changed and dressed in clean pyjamas please. When she is ready you can put her straight to bed.”
“Oh yes, I will put baby Philippa to bed with pleasure!” Hyacinth said excitedly.
“How long shall I let baby nap for?”
“I think we will forgo afternoon nap time at present Hyacinth. For the moment half past three will be baby Philippa’s permanent bedtime!”
Upon hearing all of this Philip began to writhe and twist on Hyacinths lap, something not recommended with a full nappy!
Hyacinth giggled, seemingly oblivious of Philips condition.
“Now-now baby Philippa, three thirty is a perfectly reasonable bedtime for a naughty little girl like you, now be still or nanny will spank your botty for you then you will really be uncomfortable!”
As she spoke she grabbed the cord attached to his dummy and drew him closer to her until his face nestled against her expansive bosom. Philip watched despairingly as his mother stood and left him in the care of Hyacinth, his seventeen year old school friend!”
Hyacinth led Philip upstairs. At first he assumed they were heading to his bedroom but they passed the door and stopped outside the room used as depository for unused furniture and knick-knacks.
Hyacinth pushed open the door and led him inside.
“Welcome to your nursery baby Philippa!”
Thanks to his peek a boo style baby bonnet, Philip’s view of the room was restricted to his immediate line of sight. Straight in front of him stood a changing table identical to the one in Dr Peabody’s consulting room. From his position on the floor table appeared huge. Hyacinth lifted him up and fastened his wrists to the restraint cuffs.
Before she continued she went to a cupboard and removed a white rubber, bib fronted apron. She placed her head into the opening. The smell of the rubber apron overpowered everything else and she stared at Philip as she reached behind her to tie the apron strings. He looked back at her nervously, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to escape the restraint cuffs.
“Don’t bother baby Philippa. Nanny won’t be letting you go that easily!”
She fumbled in the apron pocket and withdrew a white surgical mask and placed it over her mouth, a pair of surgical latex gloves were stretched over her hands with a loud snap before she turned her attention once more toward Philip.
Working methodically, she began to divest him of his mittens, pyjamas, bib, baby pants and bootee’s leaving his bonnet in place so that his vision was restricted without turning his head.
He could not even begin to remember how each of those articles had been introduced into his life but he was grateful at least when she removed the disgusting nappies and began the task of cleaning him.
“Better get used to this baby Philippa,” she gloated from behind her mask. “The formula you are being fed will cause more wet and stinky nappies. Ha- ha.
How does it feel to have your nappies changed like a ten month old baby when you are really seventeen!”
Hyacinth continued to powder his bottom as she spoke, lifting his little pen-is to powder beneath it. Her fingers felt the surge of blood activate the tiny organ as had occurred in the doctor’s surgery.
“Oh dear Philippa, little girls aren’t suppose to do that sort of thing,” she laughed as she lifted his legs high into the air and placed three snowy white towelling nappies underneath him, slapping his semi–rigid pen-is with her latex covered hand in the process as she lowered his legs.
Philip flinched at the blow as Hyacinth expertly pinned him into clean nappies and guided his legs into yet another pair of pink plastic baby pants. She discarded the latex gloves, removed her surgical mask and wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. Looking thoughtfully at Philip she pondered her next important decision.
“Now, which pair of pink pyjamas shall Philippa wear for bye-byes?” Hyacinth’s fingers ruffled through a pile of pink nightwear.
“Well! These certainly look familiar,” she said in mock surprise as she selected the pink pyjamas with the cloud motif that her mother had donated.
“Once nanny has you buttoned up into your jim-jams Philippa you will be calm and content and ready for beddy-byes! Won’t you my ickle pwecious babykins!”
As she spoke this ridiculous baby talk to him she tickled under his arms as one would an infant. Philip was frustrated and helpless as he involuntarily squirmed and wriggled in response to the tickling.
Hyacinth laughed as she eased the pink pyjama bottoms over his feet and positioned them over his tightly pinned nappies and plastic pants. Once she had him dressed in his pyjama bottoms Hyacinth began to refit the special pink baby bootees provided by Dr Peabody. In a gesture of defiance, Philip kicked out in a futile attempt to prevent them being fastened.
“Naughty baby,” she scolded, “Philippa need to be taught a lesson!”
Hyacinth lifted his legs high into the air as if she was going to nappy him again but instead she used the palm of her hand to spank his legs.
“Bad little girls get their little bottoms spanked,” she said breathlessly as Philip quickly regretted his act of defiance”.
“Mmmmpff!” Philip tried in vain to get her to stop but on she spanked until she could spank no more.
“Let that be a lesson to you Philippa,” Hyacinth said menacingly. “I will take no nonsense from you. I am your Nanny and you will do as I say, do you understand?”
She gave him one final swat with her hand; Philip nodded vigorously and looked suitably chastened as Hyacinth finished tying on his pink bootees.
Hyacinth was much calmer as she picked up the pink pyjama jacket.
Mmmm, lovely soft jim-jams for baby Philippa,” she said releasing his left hand from the restraining cuff in order to work his arm up into the pyjamas until his hand appeared from the sleeve, then picking up one of his mittens she deftly retied it rendering his hand redundant once again.
She repeated the process with his right hand and Hyacinth was soon buttoning Philip up in his infantile pink pyjama jacket.
“There we are, all snugly- wugly ready for beddy-byes,” she said in a soft syrupy tone as she tied a clean “Babykins Philippa” bib around his neck.
Hyacinth tugged at the end of the cord attached to his dummy.
“Come with Nanny babykins, time for beddy-byes.”
Philip was forced to sit on the edge of the changing table. His bonnet having previously restricted his vision he was mortified to see directly in front of him, glossily painted pink, his old cot!
With his dummy an immovable object Hyacinths tug propelled Philip off the changing table onto the floor. Thanks to the bootees he was immediately forced onto all fours. Hyacinth led him toward the cot. Lowering the rail she shortened the cord to elevate Philip toward the cot.
“In you go. That’s it. Beddy-byes time is three-thirty for baby Philippa!” She gloated in a singsong voice as Philip awkwardly clambered into the cot. Hyacinth lifted and locked the rail as Philip lay on his back breathing heavily from his crawling exertion.
“Is my babykins all tired out den?” She mocked, tucking a pink flannelette blanket around Philip and foreshortening the cord before clipping it a rail at the head of the cot. Effectively restricting Philip to lying only on his back in the cot.