The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

He snapped back to reality in Grandma’s spare bedroom as Jane told him to lie down on the changing table.

David had resolved not to weaken, not to ask to be chastised; never. That was two weeks ago and somehow he now knew Sally was right. Soon he would submit. Each new humiliation like the terrible scene that had just happened brought with it the certainty of more degradation and submission. He was on a slow slippery slide down right out of his control.

As he moved gingerly to stop the warm mess between his legs from going everywhere He looked desperately into Grandma’s face for sympathy over what had happened but she just looked businesslike. Jane now seemed to be a bit preoccupied too; he guessed it was because she did not want to have to deal with his dirty nappy right now.

Almost in tears because of the disgrace of messing in front of his wife’s whole family and desperate for some reassurance he raised his hips as she pulled down the plastic baby pants to his ankles and waited while she unpinned the nappy. As soon as she was ready to pull it away he brought his knees up to his chest keeping them as wide apart as he could. She carefully pulled back the Tena disposable to reveal the mess he had made and pulling a face eased it from under him, folded it up and put in a nappy disposal bag.  The inevitable smell wafted round the room; his fault, his smell, his shame. Looking vaguely irritated she started to clean him up with pampers wipes and liberal amounts of baby lotion. David just lay there, with his hands pulling the back of his knees wide onto his chest with all of his most private parts exposed to his wife and mother in law in a silent personal agony of embarrassment over what had just happened. How could he have lost control at both ends in front of his brother and sister and law and their children; how was he going to face them again? The wearing of sissy baby clothes did not seem so bad compared with the awful reality of what had happened in the lounge. Normally he would start to get excited as feminine hands full of lotion ran over, around and up and down his little willie, but not today. She was soon reapplying nappy rash cream and talc-um powder; but today he remained shrivelled, lifeless and very small. The two “comes” earlier in the day and the sheer shock of what had happened just numbed his emotions through and through.

With a “that will do” she reached over to the changing bag and pulled out a clean white fluffy terry already pre folded and telling him to lift slipped it under his hips so he could relax into it’s soft whiteness. Then she started to open up a fresh Tena maxi to its full shape and holding it in front of him said “What’s this” The only answer was, as always, “It’s a Baby’s nappy Mummy” She nodded grimly and said “well you have just proved you need one that’s for sure” . Then she slipped it under his hips and soon the Tena was firmly in place with the tapes tightly closed making it snug and secure. The clean large terry nappy came next pulled up tightly between his legs. As always the four big, pink headed nappy pins secured him tightly round the waist and again at the top of his thighs ensuring his legs were held really far apart and giving him the full soft feeling right in his most sensitive place. Grandma, meanwhile got out another pair of the big white plastic pants, flapped them to remove the creases and held them up in front of him holding the waist bands apart making them look large; ready to go over his big nappy.

“What are these” she said and Mummy and Grandma waited for the inevitable answer. “They are my plathtic baby panths”

“Why do you wear plastic baby pants” she said slightly emphasising the “p” and “s” so as to show up his baby talk. “Becauth I need them to save my wetties and dirties”

“NO; you wear them because you like them, you want to wear them, you had a whole secret supply, you went to ladies to be put in them behind Mummy’s back, you want to do wetties and dirties; you want everyone to see you in baby pants and dresses don’t you?

He knew the answer “ Pleath Mummy and Grandma I love my plathtic  baby panties, I love being your baby I cant thop myself doing wetties and dirties, I cant thop being a big baby”

“Well just you remember that Baby Sophie and behave like one”

Now smiling Jane slowly pulled the pants, the most shaming piece of clothing he had to wear, up his legs, tugging at the elastic to be sure the nappy was fully contained. This was the moment David loved despite himself. It happened many times a day the completion of a nappy change the clean warm dry sensation all down there. The firm pressure between his legs giving a real sense of safety and security, the lingering smell of lotion and powder, the freedom of control and responsibility that the nappying engendered, manhood removed he sometimes thought. It would only last a while and then the first little wet followed by another and another, hardly noticeable at first, just a warmth, gradually growing heavier, wetter and slowly more uncomfortable until another nappy change started it all over again, this several times a day a ritual that eroded his manhood, self respect and self esteem but replaced them with softness, submission and compliance.

Grandma took the slightly soiled cotton nappy away to put it in the washing machine and said she was going to rinse out the plastic pants. Soon he was waddling downstairs again feeling fresh clean and comfortable. Despite himself he cheered up at the soft sensation between his legs. He caught a glimpse of his refection and saw how babyish his dress made him. His hair was in bunches with the gloss pink alice band; and those bright pink Mary Janes and white lacy socks! Mummy walked him holding his hand back into the lounge. Sheila and the children had gone into the garden to play leaving just Simon there still reading the newspaper. Fortunately David’s panic attack did not return but he just felt incredibly awkward at having to face Simon again. Jane motioned him to the sofa and told him to stay and play with his dolly which she handed to him whilst she went to help Grandma in the kitchen. As he sat down the dress rode up, the petticoats flared at his waist throwing their frills around the top of those white  baby pants, His legs involuntarily went wide apart so he showed Simon the broad, well nappy filled, gusset of his plastic pants. His smooth shaved legs were only partially covered by the white lacy baby socks.

What do you say to your brother in law when you are dressed as a little baby girl and have just had your dirty nappy changed, one that you messed right there in that very room, noisily in front of him. You are cuddling a dolly; a dummy is firmly in the middle of your face. Shiny dribble runs down your chin to a glistening wet lace bib. You are meant only to speak in a baby voice about baby things; but will he, a successful lawyer, the next captain of the golf club you used to play at, really want to hear you babble about  your dolly Trudy’s wet nappies or what you read in Bunty magazine yesterday?

Can you even manage to talk at all?

Post by Sophiebaby, (It will not let me post under my registered name.

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What made it all much much worse were David’s strong heterosexual leanings; despite being a sissy baby he was not gay. Being shown off to women as a baby was in part a sexual act despite or was it because of the humiliation. Being dressed like this in front a man especially an alpha male like Simon was an agony of acute shame. There would be no sexual lift now or later; it was just plain wrong, horribly wrong to be there dressed like this.

David had one nagging worry, one big question that he desperately needed to know the answer to. What did people and his friends know about him? Had Jane talked about his baby ways with her friends or at the company he used to work for? What did they know at the golf club?  Did they know his sexy successful wife now slept with another man? David blushed a little at that thought. He dreaded the answers; but it was still part of an illusion in his mind that all this was some temporary game and that somehow he would return to some form of normal life; that his shameful secret would be just that, a secret. Of course he was not allowed to talk about such things, ask those questions of Mummy or even admit that he thought those thoughts. The punishment would be severe.

Simon smiled at him; that just made David feel worse. He suddenly realised his dummy was still in his mouth and he whipped it out looking awkward and shamefaced as he tried to conceal it in the folds of his dress.

Simon easily broke the ice “Well David you certainly know how to dress the part and” he paused “play the part as well it seems. I hope you are enjoying yourself? Oh!  I suppose I am meant to call you Sophie now”

David knew he was meant to use his little girl lisp to simper back how he loved to be a little “Thissy baby” but that seemed just impossible. Quite impossible.

Instead he just murmured in a normal voice. “I am sorry about my accident” as though a simple statement could explain away the fact that he had just wet and dirtied himself in front of everybody. Encouraged by the short silence and the sound of his normal voice he went on more confidently.

“Simon what do people know about me, you know at the golf club? What does Jane say about me?

Then further emboldened the old bragging part of David got the upper hand; it was this part of his character that always let him down, a tendency to boast and exaggerate his rather modest achievements.

“You know I only dress like this to please her? It is just a game; I suppose I let her take it too far today.”

He did not get any further. Jane had suspected he may try to somehow bluff himself out of trouble with Simon and she had quietly paused outside the room and had heard every word. At first she had hardly recognised David’s voice as she had become so used to the squeaky lisping voice he used every day. The very idea that he could pretend that he could just stop being a baby when he felt like it and that he was doing it to please her enraged her.

She marched in, grabbed him by the ear and twisted it sharply. Ignoring his yelps she pulled him out of the room calling to Helen to come into the dining room opposite the lounge.

Without letting go she pulled a high backed dining chair away from the table, sat down and dragged David across her lap. As Helen came into the room looking all surprised at the sight of her son in law squirming across his wife’s’ lap in a flurry of petticoats and dress that had ridden up to his armpits she angrily started to talk to the wriggling sissy.

“You know I only dress like this to please her? Really?

Her voice rose half an octave at the end of each statement; she was so cross.

“Its’ a game; Really!”

“You want to know what people think. I bet you do BABY!”

“Mum pull his nappy and pants down, that’s it to his ankles; now the disposable, keep them bunched down there so he can’t move his legs and hand me the hairbrush from the changing bag”

David’s worst fears were materialising right then and there. Whenever he was spanked he always ended up crying and shouting for mummy to stop, promising to be a better baby, promising to behave more like a baby and accepting new baby rules for the future. That was bad enough but the lounge was right across the hall, the doors were open, Simon would hear the whole degrading thing.

“Mum be ready to hold his head.”

“This will hurt!” Each word was accompanied by a smack with the hairbrush, Jane used all the force she could and was excited to see David twitch and jump with each blow.

“You have a big lesson to learn.” Seven more hard smacks. David’s right arm flailed helplessly at his sides trying to ward off the blows. The intakes of breath became little cries. Helen moved up and pinned his head between her legs grinning at her daughter as she did so.

David, thinking of Simon just across the corridor, was trying to be brave; not cry out; not give in but each smack stung and seared his bottom horribly. He would not be able to be quiet for many more. Moreover he knew that she would go on until he cried and shouted and begged her to stop. Silent resistance would never work.

“You are a baby; what are you?” With each of the seven blows David cried aloud, the pain was just too much, it had to stop. “Mummy please, Mummy please, sorry Mummy” As her husband gave in and started to cry out Jane had the lovely thought of Jake thrusting manfully in her love nest. Each smack was linked to an imagined push right inside her as she clenched her thighs together to give each blow with maximum force. She could feel dampness down there.

“I am a baby”

“Louder louder” she reinforced the command by two hard sharp smacks. Jane needed to pause to regain strength and savour the new sexy thoughts of Jake filling her with his manhood.

“Mummy I am a baby” “Mummy I am a real baby”

“Try again” two more brought loud shouts from the struggling head between Helen’s powerful legs.

“Mummy I want to be your Lickle sisthy baby” 

“Louder” smack.

“ Mummy I want to be your Lickle sisthy baby” This was loud enough! Simon anyway could hear it all and was starting to worry that an assault was taking place.

Jane put the brush down and stroked the bright red bottom in front of her. She could hear David sobbing; he was so weak and vulnerable.

“What do you do to be a big baby?” You walk like a baby, talk like a baby, eat like a baby, look like a baby and behave like a baby. Don’t you? All the time and not just when you feel like it?”

“Yeth Mummy, sorwy Mummy,”

Jane picked up the hairbrush again. “Promise me” These two were carefully placed on the brightest red part of that quivering bottom.

“Walk”

“I promith to walk like a baby”

“Talk”

“I promith to talk like a baby”

“Eat”

“I promith to eat like a baby”

“Look”

“I promith to look like a baby”

Each one of these smacks was at full force in exactly the same spot. Each brought out a yelping pleading cry of Mummeee before the promise was given.

“Behave” She rounded off with a spank on each syllable.

David half shouted the final promise, anything for this to stop, no thought of the future, no thought of Simon just a crying begging promise to get her to stop.

“I promith to behave like a lickle baba really really Mummy, I promith to be a good baba pleath Mummy pleath thop”

Jane put down the brush again. She flexed her thighs to think of Jake once again, God he was good in bed!

David was in a welter of hurt and shame but suddenly and without any warning, perhaps because Jane moved her thighs, he realised he was going to spurt. The soft slinky material of her trouser pants, unnoticed until a second ago seemed sensual. Panic at what was inevitable engulfed him.

“Mummee, Quick Thpurties!”

It was only two short involuntary spasms, no real pleasure just some form of release. The first Jane realised was when something wet dribbled through the flimsy material onto her inner thighs.

She pushed him off her lap onto the floor into a heap staring incredulously at the wet stain on her new Nicole Farhi trousers. Helen saw what had happened and for once was worried for David. That was some beating! He must not be given any more. She guessed the ejaculation was involuntary on his part.

Jane shouted “You are disgusting” Helen put her hand on her daughters shoulder “I don’t think he meant it”

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She paused “Just another premature ejaculation!” They looked at each other and laughed. Jane’s anger evaporated as she sensed it could be another thing to embarrass David over during the rest of the day.

“I guess you are right, that’s where he normally came, on my thighs! And that was only when he used his staying power and didn’t mess the sheets! Can you get me a cloth?”
David was still crying on the floor dreading another beating and clutching his scolding bottom.

Jane was going to drive home her superiority over him. Telling him to stand up she pulled off the nappy and plastic pants from round his ankles. His willie was as small and shrivelled as she had ever seen it but it glistened with his come. His face was bright red and tears ran wetly down his cheeks; his nose was running down to his mouth. He fumbled for his dummy a put it in and started to suc-k and so doing realised he had a wet nose and wiped it on the back of his hand like a small child but so doing smeared it across his face.

Jane smiled “you baby”

“Now let’s start afresh. You will go into Simon right now and apologise for trying to be grown up and promise to him that you will now be on your best baby behaviour especially for him. Remember your promises, walk, talk, look, eat and behave?”

Jane knew that this was going to hurt what was left of David’s pride more than anything, but she was going to insist. David was still in shock from his spanking, the fact that he had come again and that he had to be a baby in front of the family was not really sinking in. His eyes pleaded to Jane for some sympathy but he knew he had no way out at all. He was going to have to do exactly as he was told.

She went on “You are also going to tell him you are a sissy baby because you chose to be one and that you love to use your nappies and plastic pants and, what’s more you asked me to take away your potty privileges; remember?

He did remember; that fateful weekend which started with Jane’s playing baby games with him that had got him as excited as he had ever been in his life that had blissfully extended to a weeks holiday with him as her baby the whole time and then to two weeks and somewhere along the line he had become trapped. He had asked Jane to take away his potty privileges; he had noticed that she said she would decide when they were restored but had just assumed it would be on the Monday after the weekend. Then he assumed it would be the next Monday or the one following. Some assumption! Now on the first of each month they went through a little ritual.  He would have to come into the room where Jane was sitting and curtsey, and then ask “Mummy please please can I be potty trained now. She would smile and very gently say something like “Oh little darling Sophie you do not want that I know, you know too well, you just love being a baby. Anyway you are not nearly ready yet. You know how much further we have to go.” Then she would cuddle him and comfort him. Of course her affection weakened his resolve and he would ignore the implied threat of ever more baby humiliation and exposure. He once tried to press the point; she listened quietly for five minutes or so without saying a word. When he eventually lamely stopped talking she just softly said “No” and put a finger gently on his lips to stop further debate. The last time he asked rather out of the monthly duty than any real expectation she would change her mind she had again said no but then said  “let’s not talk about it any more, you are nowhere near ready. And my sweetie pie you really know that.”

NOW scoot in there right now dressed as you are”

Unthinkingly he toddled across the hall into the lounge. His face was still bright red and tear stained, his nose ran a little, his manhood was reduced to a shrivelled peanut wetly glistening under his so short dress and petticoats. He was still clutching his fiery red bottom as his mind tried to rehearse what he had to say.

Simon was still there but Sheila had come in from the garden and was standing closely next to Simon with a sensual smile from ear to ear that matched her very short skirt. Was that his hand quickly dropping from her upper thigh?

“Oh my God what on earth?” Sheila’s voice tailed off as she looked at this surreal sight of David in his so smart baby dress but with no panties or nappy; just a hairless pubic area exposed for all to see.

She was trying so hard not to laugh; her face became contorted and she let out a series of squeaky muffled grunts but in the end she could not contain herself and blurted out “Jane he is so tiny! Oh I am sorry David but I can’t help laughing!”

Jane came alongside him and looked at his little peanut and lifted its tip with her forefinger. “Well it is rather small and it was never very exciting”

 â€śAnyway Simon, Sophie here has an apology to make to you”
There was a long pause
“Simon I am thorry I told you a lickle fib, Mummy keeps me in nappieth cos I need them.”
“Go on tell him what you asked me to do.”  Jane was going to ram home what had happened back then. He turned and looked desperately at her but saw no softening in her stern face.

“I asked Mummie to take away my potty privileges’,…… cos I wanted to be in nappieth like a baby”

Sheila exclaimed “You what? You asked to be kept in nappies; and use them? You wanted to be a baby so much? That’s truly weird.”

Simon patted her lovingly on her bottom. “Takes all sorts; We just have to accept this is the real David, or should I say Sophie and get used to the idea we have another baby in the family, if we treat him like a the small girl he wants to be it will be easier all round and our little Sophie will not get caught out trying to be grown up like he was just now. He obviously wants it that way.”

Shiela suddenly noticed the damp area on Jane’s trousers. “Jane sweetie whats that on your pants? What happened?”

David just had to stand with his eyes riveted to the carpet and listen to Jane explain that he had a further accident after his spanking and had lost control just like he used to in bed. Mum said it was just another premmie!! He was enjoying himself!! She said to Sheila’s amused laughter.

“Now then little Sophie what are the promises you have to make to Simon and Sheila. Oh and by the way do you think she should call you Uncle and Auntie or Sir and Madam or is that too much what do you think?”

Sheila laughed again “Auntie is fine Madam makes me sound like a whore! What do you think Simon?”

Simon grinned “I expect our little masochist here would really like to call me Sir, so why don’t you call me Sir when you address me but refer to me as Uncle Simon?”

David at that moment did not want to do anything of the sort. Why did he have to call Simon Sir? It was not fair. He could do absolutely nothing about it however the sharp pain from his bottom ensured that. “Yeth Thir” he muttered at the carpet.

Jane interjected from behind him “That will not do at all, young lady; you know that when you speak to people you have to look them in the eyes and not just mutter under your breath. Now speak to Uncle Simon properly and make your promises nicely. Then we will get that nappy back on before you make anymore messes.

Hanging your head in shame is fine but having to look at people who are teasing and humiliating you is infinitely worse. Real power transfers between the eyes of the slave and master. The eyes concede defeat and acknowledge the other’s superiority. David was in a sullen trance, completely motionless staring hard at the carpet and cringing inside not able to raise his head and look at Simon. A sharp slap on his inflamed bottom jerked him out of it.

With an enormous effort of will he raised his head to look at Simon and Sheila.

“I promith to be a good baba”

“I promith to walk like a baba”

“I promith to talk like a baba”

“I promith to eat like a baba”

He immediately dropped his eyes again as if he could not bear to see or hear the response from Simon or Sheila. Tears started to run down his cheeks again. Why oh why had he let himself get here and be treated like this? He hated everybody.

Jane took him by the hand and led him from the room. As he walked away his bright scarlet bottom was on full show to them both. He could still hear Sheila giggling.

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They went into the dining room to pick up his nappy and plastic pants and then back upstairs to the changing table. He was angry, hurt, ashamed and moving sulkily in a sullen acceptance of what was happening to him; as he was about to get up onto it Jane pulled him to her and gave him a big cuddle. Her soft figure seemed to envelope him. She stroked his neck, he could feel her lovely body so close and he drank in her perfume. “Oh my poor baby, you do get yourself in trouble but Mummy must keep you behaving properly. She loves you as her little girl so much and you want to be a baby so badly. Don’t be cross with Mummy, please. She is just trying to make you happy.”



She still had a pampers wipe in her hand and she started to wipe his tears away and clean up his nose. As she did so she spoke little soft loving endearments to him telling him how pretty he looked, how smart his dress was, how she was sure he would be good now. She knew exactly how to switch from being strict to be a sexy loving mummy.



David was so stunned by what had happened he did not soften straight away but when she put him on the changing table and started to gently apply cream and powder all the while telling him how much she loved him as a baby how pretty he was, how she loved it when he behaved sweetly. As she creamed his little peepee the smell of baby lotion and pampers wipes wafted around; how he loved that smell. She said she loved him small and cute down there and it was just right for him. “Don’t be upset because people tease you sweetest it is just how you want it to be in your lovely soft nappy. You only need a little willee to do your wetties, you know that now don’t you?”



She cupped it in her hand as she pulled up the disposable between his legs, then on with the thick terry pushing his legs apart. All the while she murmured “So safe, so small, so comfy in your soft nappy. Nothing to worry about, no responsibility, just be Mummy’s little sweet baby girl and everything will be alright; nobody will hurt you”



Despite his stinging bottom he still felt comfort in such remarks; he knew what she meant, no outsiders would hurt him.



“Look lovely safe baby plastic pants to hold you tight and take away all those worries about control. Nothing matters now does it my darling?”



As ever David’s anger and frustration melted away. He loved Jane as he had never before; he just wanted to please her. She had exactly the right words to make him compliant and soft. The constant nappying and the ever lengthening time that had passed without his ever having to take responsibility for control of his functions undermined his very self and made him more susceptible to Jane’s dominance of him. She knew instinctively how to switch from being strict and ruthless with the hairbrush to being soft and loving. The combination had assured her of a complete mastery over her husband.



She realised that from being angry and betrayed when she had found out about his sissy side she was falling in love with him again. She was surprised how much she loved to dominate, humiliate and tease him. Her affair with Jake was incredibly sensual and an enormous boost to her self confidence but she realised that Jake without David there as a cuckold would not be anything like so much fun. Anyway Jake was a lad at heart and she knew he would move on eventually. But even as she finished dressing David, straightening his dress one more time, making sure his entire nappy was tucked into his plastic pants and tidying his hair she had an incredible urge to have Jake hard inside her again. It would have to be tonight! David was going to bed really early; right after tea. Then she would have Jake again and again.



She forced those sexy thought from her head and concentrated on David but smiled lovingly at him even as she started to dampen down there at the thought of Jake’s solid member inside her and his hands that always seemed to find erotic places that she never knew existed “now why don’t you go into the garden with Jessica and Zoë. Take your dolly and pram and go and play tea parties or nappy change. They have been playing with Barbie dolls all this while and I know Jessica would like you to play with them. I think she has some sort of affinity with you. If Zoë teases you which she might just come running into the house crying like a baby saying that Zoë was being horrid to you! That will get Sheila sorting her out; she is a little spoilt by Simon I think. Just behave like a small child; it is the best way really.”



She led him downstairs for the second time that morning. David was in a daze. He did not want to shame himself anymore but had no way out of being a proper baby now. Rebellion and resistance were just not options in his view. Part of his mind accepted that to fully play the role of a small baby girl was the easiest thing to do; he half wanted to, it would make Jane happy. Also he felt that somehow he was a little girl, nearly three. The clothes, the nappy that gave him the wide legged walk, the lack of control all reinforced that feeling of infancy. He too had a soft spot for Jessica.



In the hall he found his dolls pram and Trudy, picked up his dolly changing bag and pushed the pram through the hall into the lounge and out via the conservatory into the garden. He ignored Simon and Sheila and looked for the girls in the garden. The dolls pram had been slightly modified its; wheels and push handle were a little bigger so if he stooped slightly he could push it like a child. Naturally he gave a super show of his well nappied bottom to the two in the lounge but they had started to talk about some holiday plans and took only a passing interest in the bizarre sight.



He was half way across the grass feeling strange and exposed to be out of doors in his best dress and nappies on full display when Jessica came running to greet him. “Uncle David we are playing with our Barbie dolls will you come and play too? What is your dolly’s name? Oh she wears nappies like you do; do you have to change her?”

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He was soon playing with them on a large rug outside the Wendy house that Grandma had in the garden for the Grandchildren.  They changed Trudy’s nappies together and then gave her a bottle. Small children do not concentrate on any one thing for long and David found it rather hard to adapt to their way of playing but he let Jessica take the lead. He stopped himself from playing with them like an adult in as far as he could. The sun was pleasantly warm now and for the first time that morning he started to relax and not worry about being a baby. It was good to be in the fresh air and the children were quite good fun really, even ZoĂ« seemed to stop teasing him. He kept his dummy in and spoke in his soft lisping voice without thinking about it very much. Once they pretended that Trudy was naughty and he squeaked excitedly when Jessica made her have “time out” After a while they started to look at some of Jessica’s Barbie books; one was about having friends round for a sleep over. She said “I am having a sleep over with my friends Samantha, Harriet and Kirsty next week would you come and play with us Uncle David?”

“You mean like thith; as a baby?”

“Of course silly; I thought you had to wear nappies all the time anyway”

“Pleath they will all laff at me and make me cry. Anyway your mummy might not let me”

The conversation was interrupted by Sheila and Jane calling out that it was lunch time. The three of them scampered into the house.

“Wash hands” said Sheila.

They all went into the bathroom jostling each other for the soap and running water; David barely noticed that he was behaving as though he was one of them instead of being a supervising Uncle.

When they entered the dining room he saw the table had been laid for six and there was a high chair set just to one side of the table. For a moment he thought it was for Zoë but she ran up to the ordinary dining chairs asking which one was hers. David then noticed that the high chair was a large one; of course it was for him.

He, rather resignedly, walked over to it and waited to be helped into it. Mummy came over to settle him in and as she tightened the restraining straps just as she would for a toddler the rather cunning design of the chair became apparent. The seat was slightly tilted up and the back rest similarly was at an angle so when the straps over his shoulders were tight they held him in a slightly reclining position; not so it looked particularly odd but it meant that he could not lean over the plastic tray and had to spoon his food up to his mouth in such a way as any spillage would drop on his bib.

The straps that came up between his legs to the central buckle were also subtly modified from a traditional baby chair; they went via a clasp on the side of the chair thus pulling his thighs to the side of the chair. The foot rest was quite high so with his knees bent and wide apart he showed off the wide gusset of his plastic pant covered nappy to anyone who looked. No hiding it away,no discrete covering not even rumba panties. Sheila who was opposite had a great view!

Grandma was at the head of the table, looking every bit the matriarch, the two other children to her right and left and Simon and Sheila beside them. Jane was at the foot opposite her mother. Sheila completed the family sitting down to Sunday lunch was the other side to him; it was so normal except it was so wrong and he was immediately conscious of her staring at his nappy.

The room looked elegant, Simon was busy with a wine bottle; David saw it was a Haut Medoc 1997. That would be good but he realised it was no good even thinking that he might have some. He had not had alcohol since his babying had started.

The lunch was roast beef potatoes and vegetables with lots of gravy and Jane cut up his food so he could use a spoon. It was one of those plastic ones that are quite hard to use easily. As soon as everyone started he began to feed himself but because the small spoon had such a long way to travel to his mouth little bits of food and gravy spilled onto his bib. He also used his fingers to push food onto his spoon and they became covered in gravy. The only place to wipe them which he did instinctively was his bib, which being plastic did not help really. Before the others were halfway through their food he looked quite a mess. Slowly he felt more and more awkward; the sense of being one of the children evaporated now he was at a lunch table surrounded by adults as well as the children. He was the only one in a high chair and as the conversation went round this and that he felt Sheila looking at him and grinning most of the time which just added to his discomfort.

Jessica as soon as she could get her Mothers attention asked her if “Uncle David could come to her sleepover” This drew much laughter from Jane and Helen but left Sheila a little uncertain. What on earth would she say to her friends when they realised her brother in law was an adult baby? Would they let their children come and play with Jessica and Zoë when he was there?

“I am not sure, where will he sleep?”

“Zoë’s old nursery of course was the prompt reply.”

That cot is for a baby and I do not think Uncle David would fit anyway I think he goes to bed before you; his bed time is? “About half past six” said Jane” but we now have a travel cot for him.” David cringed at the mention of his travel cot. So far he had not had to use it but it was a larger size of the normal canvas collapsible baby travel cot except his was in baby pink with dancing teddy bears all over it. Where Jane had found such a thing he had no idea.

“See Mummy, Auntie Jane has everything he needs; just as though he was a real baby. We can all have fun playing with our dollies together and when we have had tea he can go to bed in the nursery and the older children can all play along for a while until it is our bedtime. Please say yes Mummy”

Five year olds can be pretty savvy. David wriggled in embarrassment at this little exchange. Jessica was clearly thinking of him as being younger than she was and expected him to have an earlier bedtime. Just like a small child he started to resent having to go to bed before the other children.

Sheila was still worried about the other Mums and having to ask them first but managed to stall her daughter for a while.

Meanwhile whilst the children concentrated on their food Sheila started to quiz Jane about her treatment of David and how she had found out about his baby ways as she put it.

David half listening to her tell the story started to remember that fateful day when he had boarded the plane from Kennedy. She had text him just as he boarded to settle into British Airways Business Class comfort for the overnight flight home saying that she had cancelled his taxi and would be meeting him herself. He was both surprised and a little alarmed. His case had as many baby clothes in it as suits. The thick disposable snuggling under his slacks gently moping up a careful slow release of dribbles would have to be lost somewhere on the plane or at Heathrow. He had padded out his stay so that he could have a prolonged session with one of his favourite New York nannies and now was coming back on Thursday night so he could take the Friday off and spend the entire day at home in a nappy under the pretext of jet lag. The fact that all his juniors travelled economy and came to the office after a red eye flight was conveniently forgotten. There was no point in being married to the founder’s daughter if you did not take advantage of situations like this was David’s view.

It, of course, infuriated everybody from the most junior salesman to the Chairman Helen!

He could not imagine why Jane had interrupted her schedule to meet him but there she was bright and bubbly, as ever she looked good, her short dress and heels showed off her legs and David noticed with satisfaction the numerous discreet glances from young and old men around her; she gave him a big hug and kiss was ready to take him home. David was pleased there appeared to be nothing immediately wrong and slightly irritated that his baby day was not going happen. He still had the worry of a case full of his baby things that he had somehow to unpack and get into their hidyhole without Jane noticing; somehow he would manage it, he hoped. When they got to the house Jane told him to go upstairs to have a shower and change whilst she made some coffee.

He could still feel the shock now after three months; the panic that raised the hairs on his neck that he had felt that Friday morning when he walked into their bedroom. For there on the double bed was a complete layette; nappy, plastic pants, pins, socks, Mary Janes, a flouncy petticoat and a pretty little dress all laid out just as though they should be put on straight away. Most of the items were his from his secret horde!

He did not know what on earth to do!

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Jane called up the stairs; “I shall be up in a minute with the coffee.” What the hell was going on? She sounded so normal.



He stood there miserably; he could only imagine the worst, divorce, acrimony even that he might lose his job. Only the lamest excuses came to mind. He felt dirty and guilty.



She came in still looking absolutely normal and unfazed.



“Look Jane I don’t know…..”



“Shower now and then come in here and put your clothes on then we will talk” She said waving at the items on the bed to make it  quite clear which clothes she was referring to. With that she turned and went downstairs without saying another word. David stood there in a stunned silence.



It was the longest slowest shower of his life. When he eventually emerged into the bedroom again he noticed his discarded clothes had gone, the suitcase had been opened and unpacked. She will have found those disposables and all the rest. Oh my God! There were some baby magazines in there as well; “Sissies on Parade” and some very old “Tales from the Crib”. That he had found in Lee’s Mardi Gras near 9th and 46th



The door opened and Jane came in; she was reading Sissies on Parade. What on earth would she think of that? She smiled and said “Get dressed in the clothes I have got ready for you, they are all yours you know. I will wait downstairs and you can call me when you are ready” Still no hint of her thoughts. Maybe she was not angry he could not tell. It was most unsettling.



She left him there. What to do? In a trance he slowly put on the nappy, plastic pants and then very clothes that he would have done had he been there on his own as he had expected to be, but this time it felt so different. No arousal, just shame and unease. Eventually he finished. He called to her down the stairs his voice cracking with awkwardness. As her heard her come back up the stairs it felt like the longest wait in the world. He sat there glumly on the edge of the bed in his baby nappy, pants, little short petticoated dress with socks and Mary Janes waiting for Jane to enter the room. What on earth would she say?



She was smiling, just. She had a cup of coffee in one hand but in the other was a baby’s bottle full of milk which she silently handed to him.  



“Jane I can explain, I can stop if you want me to, we don’t have to do this”



“Oh yes?” She raised an eyebrow in total disbelief.



“Yes I will stop it right now and throw all these things away” He did not really believe himself.”



“Shut up; listen. You are a sissy baby. You can’t stop yourself. You have being doing this for years I guess; long before you married me.” She was firm slightly edgy but confident her research was right.



She had read so many of his emails to his other baby friends on the net she could speak with authority. She recognised that the next hour or so was going to be the trickiest part in carrying out her and Helen’s plan. She gave no clue as to her feelings, confusion and uncertainty would undermine him. She saw that he was already conceding to her with his eyes.



“Seeing that you like nappies and dresses you may as well wear them around the house” and outside as well she thought grimly. “But I need to sort out something else” she went to the dresser, picking up a pack of pampers wipes and pointing to the nappy rash cream and talc-um.



“You had some of these in your case and another supply in that sneaky locker in the loft. We are not potty trained I assume?” David’s face could not have been redder. Beads of perspiration broke out on his head. He did not need to answer. She went on, driving home her advantage.



“Lots of disposables as well, you wear those when?”



“Inside the terry ones”



She had guessed that but needed to be sure. The next bit was key to dominating and humiliating him. The statements came slowly, spaced out, with a slight sneer.



“So we are a dirty baby as well as a wet one are we?



Do our poo poo’s in our nappy do we?



You don’t have to reply to that I know the answer. Baby”



Her voice had just the right amount of scorn. But David could not tell whether she was angry or was she playing the role of the dominant wife? He could only sit there holding his bottle in red sweaty silence. His eyes were staring at her feet. His silent admission was total.



“Well this weekend you are going to be a baby. A baby girl as it seems you only have dresses. No potty privileges; and I mean that. Mummy will change her baby. Look at me and say thank you, Sophie”



How did she know his name?



“Jane”



“Just say thank you, Mummy”



“Thank you; but what are you going to….”



“Be quiet and drink your milk. Take off that dress and petticoat and put on your nightie and get into bed and have a nap; after your long flight you need one and then we will see. Don’t worry there is a rubber sheet under your side of the bed. Come on, chop chop Sophie. Oh I will not answer to Jane from now on it is Mummy from now on. Yes?”



“Yes Mummy”



In a daze he slipped out of his dress and put on his Winnie the Pooh pink nightie that she produced from a drawer and got into bed. The only change from when he had left it hidden away was a dummy holder clipped to the neck. He started to shamefacedly suc-k on the bottle, he felt the cool rubber of the under sheet as he lay down. As she hung up the dress in the wardrobe he noticed his other dresses were hanging there. His mind was in turmoil. Every adult baby wants his wife to baby him but was it meant to be like this?



“You are not to get out of bed; you are not to use the toilet: if you want me you can call for Mummy.”



She left him there.



As she left the room and pulled the door to he noticed a cane hanging on the back door. He mentally winced as he realised that she must have been out to buy it, possibly from one of those seedy shops in Soho. How he wrestled with what to do. He ever so quietly got out of bed to have a sneaky peak in the wardrobe; it was cleared of his adult clothes, the same with his drawers; nearly everything from his horde in the loft was now in their bedroom. He suddenly noticed that the only things missing were the magazines. She must have been reading them, she appeared to be behaving as though she would go along with his baby side; or was she? He just could not be sure; she had been quite cold and formal at times.



As he crept back into the bed and started to suc-k again on his bottle he again felt the rubber sheet on the bed under the normal sheet. He liked that, he started to feel a little secure. The bottle was finished and his right hand become free. It wandered down into the folds of the thick nappy, past the plastic pants to his tiny member which sprang to attention. Slowly he started to stroke himself; oh that was nice. He slipped the dummy into his mouth and simultaneously he felt safer and much sexier. Fantasy thoughts about Jane and what had happened were all jumbled up in his head. The gorgeous sensation surfed up and down like waves on the shore; he could keep himself on the edge just enjoying the soft stroking. Fantasy and reality were intertwined, Jane was going to be his Mummy and they would play baby games together, then visions of her inscrutable demeanour clouded his pleasure for a moment. Worries of rejection and divorce suddenly intruded only to be replaced by hope. He must not come as he knew he would be unable to face Jane wearing a nappy. He played quietly for half an hour and was just drifting of to sleep when suddenly the door burst open and Jane was standing there; arms crossed looking slightly irritated.



He sheepishly withdrew his hand from down the bed, and then quickly realising what he was suc-king pulled the dummy from his mouth in embarrassment.



“Leave that there; you obviously like having a dummy so keep it in” When he did not move she calmly came over and popped it into his shamefaced mouth.



“How is it you can play with yourself for the best part of thirty five minutes but if you try to make love to me we have a sticky mess in seconds?” If she had a crueller question he could not think what it might be. Standing there with her arms on her hips looking slightly cold and dismissive she let him flush up again as the implications of what she had said sunk in.



“Don’t bother to answer, it does not matter anymore” she said as if dismissing him and his sexual abilities altogether.

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She pulled back the curtains so the room flooded with sunlight.



“Now Sophie some rules round here. If you are sure you must show me what a real sissy baby you are by playing with that little dinky toy of yours you can whenever you like; that is if you are not too ashamed of yourself to admit you want to. But, you have to ask me first. With your dummy in and in a nice sissy voice; I would have thought that should stop you but somehow I suspect it will not, will it?



You will only speak to your Mummy with that stupid dummy in your mouth. It rather puts what you say into context don’t you think when all your words will be slurred because you have a babies dummy in your mouth? Do you think I shall take much notice of you?



I already told you no potty privileges and I really mean that; number twos as well. I will have the doubtful pleasure of changing that nappy when it needs changing. Are you shocked? Still want to go on? Well you do not have a choice, get used to it baby. It seems as if you are having all your baby dreams fulfilled; aren’t you just the lucky one?



Oh; and what happens if we are naughty? Well we know that don’t we? It might be corner time; or lines; or perhaps sometime thinking about how naughty you have been across my knee. Like now!” She shouted the last two words with a slight sneer that terrified David.



She pulled back the bed clothes and yanked at the arm of her red faced shocked husband who just could not fathom out quite what was happening; was it a game; was she angry; was it revenge; was it…? Well he just did not know. He meekly followed her to the high back chair in the bed room. She sat down, stood him in front of her, yanked down his plastic pants and nappy. She motioned for him to go across her lap. She was as assured as he was uncertain, before he could gather his thoughts he was bare bottomed across his wife’s lap like a small child, or like any sissy in front of a Dom.



“I said we would have a chat; now is the perfect time to find out about what you have been up to behind my back” She stroked his bottom gently with her hand. “Now I want the truth Baby”



It is a golden rule when you cross examine someone you never ask a question you do not know the answer to. This way you know whether you are told the truth. Jane’s homework on David’s computer had told her pretty well everything she needed to know. She had also bought a program that enabled her to track the calls on his mobile. Some of those numbers were going to be an interesting part of the conversation.



Have you been paying for sex?



No Jane honestly



Six hard smacks with the hairbrush had him yelping. That’s six for calling me Jane and if you have been fibbing it will be twelve more. Now shall we call this number? It is mid morning in New York so she should answer. She lent forward and thrust the mobile in front of his  face so he could see the number on the phone she was about to ring. David just could not believe she had the number of Emily in New York; his favourite nanny who had looked after him twice on this trip. He was helpless and vulnerable over her lap; he could not see Jane’s face which put him at a real disadvantage.



“Err Mummy,pleath don’t call that number. I did not have sex she is a nanny Mummy please do not be cross.”



The words were hardly out of his mouth when the first of twelve landed.  By the time she had finished he was yelping and crying, wriggling hard but not quite able to get himself out of her grip.



“How much did you pay?”



David did not really get it; a life time of evasion and half truths had seemed to serve him well, but his wife now saw right through him and realised that at work his slippery attitude to business had not helped the family firm. He was as bad if not worse on a personal level; the truth was what David wanted it to be. Jane had of course checked his wallet, his bank account and credit card slips. She knew that nearly $2000 had gone missing this trip over and above hotel bills. So when he said $500 she just pushed him roughly onto the floor and leaving him in a heap strode over to the door and reached down the cane. David was horrified as she marched back towards him; her face in fury slashing the cane in the air.



“fuc-k off out of here you lying creep, just fuc-k off and never come back” “You spent $2000 you know that and I know that $2000 on a effing tart” It was part controlled acting, part real anger that he had gone off to a prostitute.



David got up; his nappy was still round his ankles, his short Winnie the Pooh nightie did not cover his privates. He had never seen Jane look so angry; her face was contorted and the dimple on her right cheek was flushed.



“Please Jane I am sorry, yes you don’t know how sorry I am I did not mean to lie, I am so so ashamed of myself please please don’t make me go.



“What do you deserve you dirty little lying creep?” She stood there, imperious angry and determined. The cane tapped purposefully on her left hand; her eyes sparkled with righteous energy. The answer was obvious it was in her hands. “I deserve the cane Mummy”, he remembered that time.



“Yes you do don’t you” The words were spoken firmly, surely, she was still fuming but the rawness had gone.



“Now bend over you pathetic little liar”



“Hold onto that nappy for your life. If you stand, try to avoid me or put your hands in the way you are out, Get it? This is seriously your last chance. You so deserve this and I promise you it will really hurt.”



Bending over David was terrified, he knew he was a wimp, when he was being beaten holding still waiting for the next blow to fall was not one of his strong points. He had been here before in the hands of professionals, then it was easier to wriggle and squirm, you were the client so to speak but now somehow he had to obey her. He dare not risk being kicked out of the house, too much money, his job and position all rested on his marriage. He slowly gripped the nappy round his ankles shaking with apprehension.



“How many Mummy, please I am so sorry.” Pleadings from a man bent over in that position are just so comic thought Jane!



She stroked the still red bottom gently, feeling into his crack. “How many Mummy” she mimicked, “Is my big bad baby man afraid? How many do little sissy babies deserve for wasting our money on tarts? Then telling lies; oh that is even worse isn’t it?” Here hands stroked softly and sensuously as if to contradict the words.



More than six, yes oh yes it must be more than six, twelve maybe? But then that is six for wasting money and only six for lies, that can’t be right, can it? She mixed the harsh words with a hand that ran softly over his bottom, down between his legs and she stroked, felt and fondled him so he was all erect again. Jane knew she had to be hard and soft, keep him confused and uncertain about her intentions and feelings so as to make him indecisive and weak.



“It is eighteen hard ones my little precious baby, you have to be brave, no standing, no hands in the way, keep them on your nappy, go on bend more grip those panties. Then, when we are finished you can be the little baby you long to be. If you do not then” she paused for effect “it is on your bike,creep”. She said that with a soft so determined voice that David knew, just knew he had survive somehow.



“Mummy please be kind not too hard Mummy pleath”, it was an involuntary lisp.



She responded by telling him to kiss the cane, she held in front of his lips whilst he kissed it, “again” she said. “Now why are we being caned?”



“For telling lies”



“Yes for telling lies”



The first two came quickly, they were just about bearable, the third brought a very sharp intake of breath. His knees sagged, the hold on the nappy weakened as a line of fire burnt across his bottom. “Mummy pleath pleath Sowwy”



The fourth was sheer hell! Unbearable, he let go half stood, then with a heave of will power he just bent over again in time, the fifth made him scream Mummy Mummy Mummy. His body jerked up and down caught between his head wanting him to keep in position and the searing pain demanding he stand and feel his red behind. Tears and sobs were all that came out. Pleath Mummy pleath Mummy sowwy sowwy.



His bottom twitched as Jane took aim for number six, she wanted it to be hard and right across the last line; she measured her aim raised her hand Crack!!



David screamed and collapsed on the floor in a heap clutching his bottom red faced with tears running down his cheeks.



“Get up you pathetic pansy; you are such a useless wimp. Now I  will rest a moment, but it is not finished, absolutely not you understand?



GET UP NOW and assume the position; now, NOW I said.



Put your hands on your nappy that’s it; now wait; you big baby, fancy crying when your wife administers a little itsy bitsy caning.”



She watched him struggle to his feet smiling, my god what a wimp he was. She realised that he could have overpowered her at any time, but was confident there was no real risk of that as long as she did not go too far. When at last he was back in position she wandered across to the en suite her heels going clack clack on the tiles. She filled a glass of water and strolled back so slowly, looking at her husband quietly sobbing, bent over almost touching his toes with his hands gripping the nappy and plastic pants. Six red lines criss crossed his bottom. She suddenly noticed how hairless it was.



No restraints, just the force of her personality; and the weakness of his. It was delicious! The warm glow she had experienced when she had beaten other men for Denise suffused through her, sexual yes, satisfying very. She stood in front of him so he could see the bottom of her slightly parted legs and admire her shapely ankles as she calmly sipped cool water from her glass. She felt that the most dangerous part of the morning had passed; he was going to do as he was told she felt sure of that now.



“I think we are learning a valuable lesson today are we not? Now” she went on without waiting for an answer “some more questions; I think we want the right answers this time don’t we?



Are you seeing a tart in London?”