The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

I have had to made some changes to the last section which are below
As she waited for her credit card to be processed she felt an urge that had been long dormant through neglect. Real sexual warmth coursed through her with such suddenness she could feel herself dampen down there.

“I wonder if Ewen is like him.” She murmured to herself.

At that precise moment Jane walked in. It had always been her intention to come and rescue David at some time during the afternoon. Originally she had hatched up the scheme with Emma of leaving him there in the salon to see what might happen when he was left on his own. They were both sure it would serve to undermine his confidence some more.

She wasn’t particularly surprised to find him crying, she had noticed how much more he cried these days and she found it quite cute and babyish really.

He looked up and saw her and his face lifted from misery to joy in a second, his wet tearful face beamed in sudden happiness. Simple relief; mummy was here.

“Mummy Mummy”

Jane was really touched, and warm glow spread over her as he toddled towards her looking every inch the little baby girl so happy to see her Mummy. Never when he was a man and a husband would he have been so pleased to see her, never so obviously, openly ecstatic; she turned and gave him a little hug and immediately noticed the smell. “Drat” she thought coming back to reality with a bump “I really did not expect him to do this here in the salon” she was unaware of Emma’s little trick with the suppository.

She saw Darcy and immediately noticed that she was quite a girl, stylish well dressed, and with an expensive taste in jewelry. She somehow suspected from their body language that she was the immediate cause of Sophie’s discomfiture.

Then there was a mutual, sudden look of recognition. “Jane?”

“Yes….Darcy, good God it’s been years, since our first year at Oxford. What on earth have you been doing?”

Darcy had a look of complete amazement. “You are this things….err his… err wife?”

Jane laughed out loud “The certificate says so but Mother would be better” She continued to hold David’s hand gently as she engaged with Darcy. He was just so comforted by Mummy’s presence. She would protect him from the terrifying Darcy, she would soon change him; get rid of that horrid revolting mess that lurked between his legs. He was used to being patient, waiting for Mummy. Sissies are. Sissies love their Mummies.

The two women started to chat earnestly They had shared rooms at Oxford some years ago but Darcy had been talent spotted by Models One during her first year and left Uni to make good money modeling and they had drifted apart quite quickly.

Darcy soon started to vent her angst about Ewen wondering aloud if he may have a similar problem to David and Jane explained how to find out.

“Search his PC or laptop it will be there somewhere. They all try to hide the evidence of there sex searches on the net and some are quite good doing so but it will be there, it will be there!

At Yssis we have a software searcher that finds deleted files, search histories, even those that have been deleted with those special programmes and finds anything that is hidden in Windows in seconds flat. You can even tell it what you are looking for so you don’t have to look through pages of junk. We sell it to security services for anti terrorist use but are bringing out a simple version out that looks for sex histories; a big market for parents and for wives we reckon.

We tested it on volunteers at work and although some of them are wiz geeks and thought they could hide stuff it found everything. Of course only the blokes who liked big boobs and suchlike or were well known to be gay volunteered!

I will get you a beta version. You will find something about him rest assured. Just key in Sissy, adult baby, femdom, petticoats, male maids and you will find out if he is that way inclined. Of course he might be gay? Or Darcy it may be another woman?”

[Anonymous]

“The bastard wouldn’t dare”



“Umm you might be right there” thought Jane



“Look I have to change Sophie’s nappy or he will stink out this salon and Marie will never forgive me”



She went over to the change bag and started to gather what she needed putting the items out on a chair, spare Tena nappy, Johnsons wipes, baby lotion to help clean him, nappy rash cream and baby powder.



“Lets see have you messed the terry or has the Tena worked?” she said half to herself as she stooped down and pulled back one inside leg of the plastic pants and peered in, then after repeating the exercise on the other side; straightened herself up.



“That’s good no leaks sweet baby”



The expression on Darcy’s face was a picture. Jane still looked every bit the smart business woman and yet here she was in a swanky salon checking to see if her husband’s nappy was fouled; it was surreal.  



Jane handed David the Tena, baby powder, and nappy cream.



“Carry these for Mummy. Gail can we use the staff room down at the end?”



“Sure Jane, do you want me to make sure it is empty?”



“No, don’t bother we are not shy are we baby? Darcy are you coming to watch… you might need to know what you are letting yourself into!”



Darcy grinned, turned to David. “I am sure he is just dying to have me watch you change his nappy” She had read his fear and apprehension and above all impotence to do anything about it completely accurately. That, she suddenly realized, was what made all this so very powerful, so erotic. David was completely at Jane’s and her mercy, deliciously, awfully vulnerable. Of course he didn’t want Darcy to see him being changed but he was utterly powerless to stop her.



She also realized because of the intensity of the sexual stimulus she needed to wipe herself down there; much more of the dampness could become embarrassing.



“Sure Jane I always wanted to change a grown man’s mucky nappy, can’t think why I don’t get to do it every day!”



Her brown eyes showed the sarcasm; then the two girls laughed out loud.



“I’ll come down when I have paid”



“Come on then” Jane took David’s hand and led him childlike down the salon. It had about half a dozen stations on each side and most were occupied by stylists and their clients; they were all watching intently, both fascinated and appalled at the same time by the scenario enacted at the front of the salon. David suddenly realized that about twenty pairs of female eyes were watching him as he walked  extra wide legged in his little toddling way trying so hard not to press on that horrid warm soft parcel between his legs. If there was any doubt at all about what his journey was for, the disposable nappy, can of baby powder and tube of nappy cream clutched awkwardly in his hand made it abundantly clear. This adult sissy baby with the ridiculous pink lace bonnet had messed himself and was going to have his nappy changed.



His audience now had a clear view of the elegant confection that was his pretty short dress falling just below the waist band of his pants that gleamed a shiny plasticy white in the salon lights; it fluffed and flowed with his movements not quite covering his bright white lace trimmed petticoats. Long pale hairless thighs led to white socks, knee length in little girl style, topped with a generous band of sissy pink lace. The pink shiny Mary Janes looked sweet and childish.



David was at once comforted by Mummy’s presence but also so ashamed at having to walk past all these girls and their up market clients. He tried in his mind to shrink into insignificant invisibility. When half way down she stopped opposite Marie’s station his heart started to beat faster; inwardly he screamed.



“Don’t stop Mummy darling, please Mummy don’t stop I am wet and dirty and need changing so badly and everyone is staring.”



“Sorry Marie about this, I really did not expect him to mess himself whist he was here. I thought he had some control but apparently not”



“Oh that’s fine don’t worry, he just looks such a baby it kind of seems so natural really. Anyway” she lowered her voice, “the clients appear to like the show”



David felt as though the whole world was looking at him, as though he was in a glass cage in the largest arena in the world with an audience of beautiful women. It was a nightmare; a complete nightmare.



Darcy appeared and Jane pulled him gently by the hand to the staff room.



Inside two of the juniors were having a quick break, “sorry girls we have to change his smelly nappy”



“Do you want us to go?” They both looked curiously at David and the two women.



“Up to you, he doesn’t mind at all do you darling?”



David would rather have been on another planet and yes he did mind, he minded terribly. All he could do though was shake his head in acquiescence.



Jane had developed a routine for nappy changes where it was not possible to lie him down as she did at home. First she readied the fresh disposable, creams and wipes on the staff table and then she dropped his plastic pants down to his ankles.



Darcy was watching in silent amusement, still sensing David’s fear of her. He seemed to flinch each time she moved.



“Jane are you a domme? Do you get a kick out of this?”



“Well I do not think of myself as a domme at all; frankly they are normally paid and are little more than whores tarted up in leather working with men who want to be beaten and all that! Of course; he” she gestured to David “used to see them all the time, spent a fortune in London and New York before I found out, but we have put a stop to that malarkey haven’t we?”



Jane had this rather dismissive almost puritan idea of the underworld of sex and did not remotely connect what she was doing with it at all.



“No I am a wife but now his Mummy, I don’t think the word domme applies at all. Of course I have a boy friend as David can’t or won’t manage it. I think Jake gets a kick out of knowing David here has been robbed as it were of his marital bed”



David hated it when Jane told anyone that he used to visit girls and pay for sex it was so demeaning to have such failings revealed. He bitterly regretted all those visits now. He could see Darcy looking even more disapproving if that was possible. Jane now started to unpin the terry, leg end first as it had four big pink headed nappy pins two at the waist and two pulling it tight round his thighs.



“Hold up your little dress and those pretty petticoats”



David did so pulling them well up to his midriff.



“Need a hand, Jane?”



“Shall do in a sec”



Jane undid the top pins and skillfully lowered the terry down making sure it was clean as she did so. His Tena was now sagging and bulged inelegantly at the rear; incongruously exposed as he held his dress up.



“Stay there.” She gathered up the terry and went to the table and refolded it ready to go back on.



Darcy stared at him, now grinning. “So he finds this erotic?”



Jane looked at her a little surprised. “Well I guess he did at first and obviously that’s why he went to all those tarts. But we have stopped all that now, as you will see in a moment. Anyway I don’t use big adult words like that with him I always treat him like a baby, a little baby girl and they have no concept of eroticism at all. I don’t want him to either and with his chastity we will succeed in driving all that nasty stuff away I am sure.”



She looked at him kindly.



“This is not getting your pee pee excited is it? Now step out of your plastic panties”

[Anonymous]

David hated anyone to think he used to do this for kicks and now with shame biting hard at him even the sexy Darcy or his lovely Mummy would not have stirred him down there at all. This was so awful; any minute now Mummy was going to take off the Tena in front of Darcy and the two juniors who were watching spell bound. How could this be happening to him?

He could only nod “no Mummy”

“Now Darcy this is the tricky bit; you hold the front of the disposable. Yes that’s right. Now I will pull the tapes free and hold the back. Yes that’s OK. God what a pong! Now we will just lower it down to the floor; that’s great it’s more or less all in the nappy. Bend forward sweetie lets see what a mess you have made.” She surveyed the brown smeared bottom of her husband.

“Oh not too bad”

Reaching for a wad of baby wipes she started to clean him up.

“I think you will need to go forward” she said tapping his back and referring to a position she had trained him in for just such a nappy change where he could not be changed lying down.

“Get down”

David was mortified; he would have to go down on all fours with his legs and arms straight, back arched so his mucky bottom was up in the air so his Mummy could easily clean him. He hesitated.

“Come on don’t start to be shy; it’s far too late for that now. It’s only my old room mate Darcy”

Jane winked at Darcy as David unable to resist, bent forward as he was told to; his dress and petticoat flowed up over his head leaving a soft hairless body showing white in the fluorescent light, while by contrast his bottom still covered in a wet brown mess stuck rudely up in the air for all to see!

“That’s better”

“My God Jane you know how to humiliate him don’t you” Darcy was incredulous at this further demeaning display.

Jane was busy with wipes and the pink baby lotion that she applied liberally scooping his mess into the wipes and dropping them into the open nappy that lay between his ankles.

“No I don’t humiliate him at all”

“Oh yea!”

“Look Darcy; imagine he went into a room where he could choose to dress like this or in normal clothes but also he knew it was utterly impossible for there to be consequences arising from the choice. Nobody would know, nobody would see. You know what he would choose? It is obvious he would choose this, he knows it; I know it and now you know it.

So I am not humiliating him I am just giving him what he so badly wants, even yearns for desperately. I am not saying that he is not ashamed even deeply ashamed.

She wiped again, examined the wipe closely.

“Nearly done; you are ashamed aren’t you sweetie? Ashamed of having your bottie wiped in public; just a bit ashamed are we?”

From his most inelegant position beneath a flurry of feminine lace he could barely grunt a reply.

“In my view I am not humiliating him; far from it if he did not want to be treated like this I would not do it. But, Darcy he does feel ashamed very ashamed indeed; after all he is here in public having his nappy changed and he jolly well ought to. I like him to feel ashamed; I like it a lot and.”

She paused “I think you do too!”

Jane of course had rather neatly skipped over the way she had forced the now very public exposure of David’s baby ways but it was a nice argument!

Darcy grinned, devilishly. “You know he was being cheeky to me and I had to smack his thighs?”

“No! Really! The little monkey; Sophie were you naughty with Jane?”

“Mummy sowee”, came the voice from the bent over David.

Jane cast her eyes round the room for a method of punishment and a ruler caught her eye.

“Darcy I think six with that ruler might teach him to be respectful to you. Now just wait till I have finished cleaning his bottom”

Darcy moved over and picked up the ruler and waited expectantly for Jane to finish, standing wide legged and swishing the ruler experimentally. She smiled conspiratorially at the two juniors who had been looking on with expressions of amazement alternating with revulsion. Every now and again they murmured to each other and David could hear them giggling.

“There we are baby, all clean now, but you will have to stay in that position with your botty nice and high so my friend Darcy can give you a good smacking. Remember Kirsty who will wash your hair in a minute is here and watching you so try to be brave and let’s have a nice happy spanking.”

David had started to hate Darcy. He wanted to cry, shout and protest that she was horrid, a really horrid person but Mummy seemed to like her and he never wanted to upset Mummy. Moreover the futility of protest here in public was complete. It would only make matters worse. His only chance to mitigate things was to be sweet and submissive.

“Im tho thorry Mith Darthy I didn’t mean to be a naughty baby. Pleath don’t thpank me hard”

Darcy was loving it; the only thing that could have made it better was if it had been Ewen here bending over to receive a beating.

She swaggered over to the upraised bum; paused and with all her might struck. Hard.

David on all fours so to speak couldn’t stand or straighten. He just yelped “Mummee” but it was muffled by the petticoats over his head.

Four more sharp stinging blows brought red ruler shaped marks up on his bottom. Jane then motioned Darcy to stop.

“Good sissy baby. Just one more and then you stand and thank Darcy for spanking you for being naughty and also thank the girls for have to put up with your naughtiness.”

Darcy looked like a petulant child.

“That all?”

“This time Darcy, this time.”

She made it as hard as she could. David freed from restraint cried again quite loudly and stood up rubbing his bottom.

One thing any sissy knows that after a spanking thanks, apologies and promises to be good are an absolute must. David was no exception.

He stood, managed to take his hands of his inflamed bottom and he hitched his dress and did a little curtsey.

“Thankoo for thpanking me I wath very naughty; I am tho thorry for being naughty.  I realwy promith to be good Mith Darthy”

He didn’t even know what he had done wrong!

At that moment Darcy spied his chastity as his little whatsit was sticking out from beneath the petticoats all neatly constrained by the rings, chain and mini padlock.

“My God what have you done to him there? Look girls,” she beckoned to the two juniors “Just look at that tiny tiny pen-is and its all locked up! WOWEE. This is really neat little chastity thingy just look at it. You know this must be just the smallest I have ever seen; what do you say girls?

[Anonymous]

She, boldly because Darcy was Darcy and quite unconstrained, went and took the tiny thing in her hand to examine it more closely. The two juniors about seventeen years old came and looked on as well giggling and, encouraged by Darcy’s confidence, found in themselves a natural superiority they did not know they had; and with amused contempt joined in the fun.

“Yeah, its really small, its much smaller than my pinky finger” and “Fancy having to wear that contraption… my boyfriend would kill me first”

Darcy was more curious; “Jane, this is a chastity device right? I thought they were only for women!”

She fondled it experimentally. “Yes I can see how it works, is it effective?”

Jane looked at her former flat mate who was holding her husband’s willie in her hand.

“Well we are assured it is one hundred percent effective he has only had it for a day though but we wanted to stop him playing with himself as obviously real babies don’t do that and also we used to get mood swings when he did his spurties and this should put a stop to that. He used to play with himself a lot. Of course that in itself that is incredibly childish but it is not right for a sissybaby. I am sure he will see in due course that this is the best way to be.”

“Tell Darcy who has the key.”

“My Uncle Jake who ith Mumith boyfweind; he hath the key. Thath tho Mummy doethn’t let me do thpurtith in my nappith”

Darcy looked at him as though he was a small child who had admitted to breaking a window and dropped his little willie contemptuously and searched for a tissue to wipe her fingers.
 
“Well it’s so small I’m amazed you could find it to play with.”

Darcy’s dismissive attitude cut deep into David.

David was going down some more. His schooldays came roaring back. At Charterhouse, his public school (for US readers in UK parlance public school means a private and fee paying school normally a boarding school) where he was a boarder he had been horrendously teased because of his small size. Other boys sometimes grabbed him in the changing room and pulled away his towel or worse pulled down his pants and taunted him about it. To make it worse they coined a nickname for him “Dinky” after the Hornby small die cast model cars popular in the 1950’s and 60’s and throughout his entire schooldays he had to live with a nickname, used by everybody except the masters, that reminded him of his little member.

During the first year or so he also had to endure with one other boy the regular humiliation on the first day of each month of going to one of the prefects and asking for the “little sissy measure”  a cheap plastic tape measure and then be measured in front of a jeering crowd of boys in his dormitory. If he forgot, which he only did once, he was given a dozen spanks with a slipper by the head of the dormitory on his bare behind in front of all his school mates. Like all new boys he quickly learned that to cry was to bring even more torment.

How he remembered the cry that went up “still less than two inches Dinky; you better eat your sprouts”

Of course he hated sprouts and still wouldn’t eat them to this day but every time they turned up on the menu his table companions would pile his plate high with them telling him he needed to eat them all up. “Hey Dinky eat your sprouts and it may grow a bit”

Now as the girls and Darcy fondled and examined his winkie he went into the shock of sudden remembrance. His face drained of colour as his helplessness increased; the shock was compounded by the c-umulative effects of the afternoon’s humiliations which seemed to him to mount and mount as the day progressed. As a child he had no Mother to go to and somehow was unable to tell his Aunt of these tribulations. Now his new Mummy seemed to be joining in the fun of ridiculing him so publicly in a way that so closely mirrored his childhood experiences.

Jane at first looked on most amused and busied herself with sorting out the remnants of the nappy change and preparing for his re-nappying folding the two bulky terries neatly and powdering the Tena disposable ready to put it back on. Then she saw the shock in David’s face and though unaware of the real reasons realized they were all going too far. Instinctively she moved to rescue him from Darcy who had encouraged one of the juniors to fondle his willie.

“Now you three girls stop playing around with my husband’s p_nis. Just look at you all! Sophie you lucky thing you have three lovely girls all over your bits and pieces and you have no pants on you are a one!”

If he had not been in complete shock he might have laughed.

“Come on lets get this nappy on before you make a mess of one sort or another over the floor. Darcy stop your playing with that thingy of his, you can’t get it to grow if that is what you are trying to do as the rings keep him small.”

Darcy hooted.

“Jane we were not trying to give your husband a hard on, were we girls? I was just curious about that little device you have there.”

She gave it a little slap which brought a startled “ouch” from David and more giggles from Kirsty.

Jane motioned that that was enough and guided David gently, softly over to the table where everything lay ready and gave him a comforting squeeze on his arm. Then she pandered to his fetish and held up the unfolded Tena so he could see it.  White, ample sized soft and absorbent, the elasticated area round the legs crinkled comfortingly. Safety; it gave him safety. As ever he wanted it, he wanted Mummy to put the nappy on. She smiled at him reassuringly.

[sophiebaby]

Jane had returned to the salon to watch David toddle back out of the rear of the salon to dispose of his parcel. On his return she told him;



“Go over to Kirstie and tell her nicely that you are ready to have your lovely curls washed ready for Marie. Now don’t forget to curtsy!”



Would it never end? Kirstie had been there the whole time he was being changed and then spanked by Darcy in the staff room. But he had to do as he was told his warm bottom reminded him of the penalties for disobedience.



Executing a sweet curtsy that made Kirstie giggle he said in his best sissy voice;



“Pleath Mith Kirthtie I am weady to haff my luffly curlth wathed now”



He suddenly realized it was a sentence that exposed his sissy lisp more than most and blushed right up as he stood in front of this slip of a teenager who was more than ten years his junior. He looked so awkward and ashamed that he almost flinched when she came up to him and started to undo his baby bonnet.



“Now we have to have this off you sweetie, Kirstie can’t wash baby’s hair with it on can she?”



She took it off and held it out as if showing it to everyone. That bonnet, David had a new shock seeing it in someone else hands here in this public salon. It was if she was advertising his sissy baby existence, it was all encapsulated in that horrid bonnet, full of soft pink babyishness, in this young girl’s hands. How could he allow it? How could he prevent it?



“Oh I is so pretty and” she paused “it really turns you into a sissy baby. Lovely ribbons and such subtle patterns of lace it is just so precious. Who gave it to you?”



That question! How could he say it was Jake? He went even redder and stared at the floor.



“Was it Mummy them?”



“No well I wonder who it could have been; come on tell Kirstie no need to be shy”



Every now and again his shame hit agonizing peaks of wretchedness, reducing him to a stammering terrified wreck. He felt his bowels go soft just like they had when he met Simon for the first time and to magnify the awfulness a short sharp hot liquid squirt went into his fresh clean nappy and slimed down his back passage. Tears welled up in his eyes. Why couldn’t Mummy take him home? Why did he have to be here with all these girls laughing and teasing him?



His eyes were riveted on Kirstie’s high heels as he froze in a form of shock.



She loved it! What wonderful control, what power over this silly man standing red faced and tearful in front of him. On his earlier visits she had been a little shy but now having witnessed Darcy give him a good spanking she was all confident, coc-ky and totally in charge.



Just then Jane and Darcy emerged from the staff room to see the little tableau in front of them.



“Seems to have lost his tongue, won’t tell me who gave him his sissy baby bonnet”



Darcy was just about to lambast him but Jane sensing off those moments when he should not be pushed any more came up and put her arms round him.



“Come come baby don’t cry Kirstie won’t bite”



Everything was always childish, baby like, Jane never treated him as an adult but nevertheless he unfroze a little.



“You love your bonnets you know you do”



David hated them of course and this confection that Kirstie was still holding in front of them for all to see, was particularly infantile.



“Come on little love you must be so proud that Jake bought it for you: just tell everyone”



With Mummy so close beside him he felt much safer and the shock started to slip away.



“My Uncle Jake bought them for me he sayth I mutht wear a bonnet coz I am a baby”



“Tell them who you Uncle Jake is”



“He ith Mummith boyfriend”



That hurt David so much to admit in public that Jane had another man in her life.



 â€śWell I suppose she needs a proper man because you can’t do anything with that tiny wee wee and it is all locked up anyway”



She then settled him down to have his hair washed, loving this part of looking after David, now recovered somewhat from his shame and shock, she found him so soft and pliable, and he was clearly mesmerized by her figure so that now she flaunted it at him. Smiling broadly she leant right over his face bringing those perky nipples to within an inch of his face as she fussed with his hair and started to wash his long curls.



The man in him ogled her breasts hungrily but KIrstie soon had him back in his place.



“Oh did little Sophie have his bottie smacked?” she giggled.



“I bet you don’t like that Mith Darcy” she mimicked



He could only suc-k his dummy for comfort as he nodded a reply knowing that the entire business in the salon would take nearly three hours. Three long hours of shame, embarrassment exposure to the girls and to the other clients and at the end his hair would be more girly more baby then ever before.





A last he was with Marie whose aim was to create a slightly thinned style in an auburn blonde colour that looked natural and unforced that would not in any way look adult but mimic a child’s careless unrestrained shoulder length curls and give easy adaptability between pigtails or bunches or left simply with an pink Alice band. Now she would have to modify the style slightly so the curls would flow out prettily from under his new bonnets.



All hairdressers chat and Marie was no exception.



“Your friend PJ comes here now to have his hair done but he has in a page boy style, not all little girlie like you like. Of course that might change as his Mummy is thinking of putting him back into nappies as she saw how sweet you were in them”

[sophiebaby]

David blushed as he thought of his new friend perhaps having to wear nappies but then again he was pleased in a way as he still felt rather shy about his nappies and the frequent change times that always seemed to take place when PJ was around.

His mind went back to his first meeting with Pretty PJ as he called him. As usual he had not been told what was planned for that Saturday morning and mummy was getting him to show of all the things that Emma had been teaching in the week. After running through the normal routines of walk like a baby, talk like a baby, eat like a baby and so on he had to go through the act of showing off like a little girl in the presence of strangers or visitors;

“Look my Mummy makes wear pwetty fwilly baby panthies I like the them do you?”

“I wear weal pwoper plasthic baby panties”

“Mummy uthes dith pothable nappith under my cloth ones an they are really comfy when I do poo poo”

“look at my Pwetty dweth”

“Do you like my Petticoath”

“I have a lovely dolly an her name ith Twudie”

“I want to be Mummith extwa spthethial baby”

It was all part of his training to behave in front of people in a way that degraded him”

So far there had been only a few occasions when he had to do it and generally he had not done well and ended up with lots of sticks. Of course practising in front of Mummy was not too bad but the real thing. Well that was a different matter entirely; he hated having to demean himself in front of strangers the mere thought of it made him cringe.


So when the bell rang and Mummy said” well go and answer it and show me that you can behave like you have just been taught” he nearly died and remained routed on the spot.

“Go now and take two sticks for being unwilling”

“Go right now or the first thing I will do when they come in is spank”

 He continued to hesitate and Jane stormed off to the door leaving him standing in a welter of shame, doubt, unhappiness that he hadn’t obeyed Mummy and a little fear about the consequences. He did not expect anything other than a delivery or some such but then he heard voices, a woman’s and a rather strange voice. He thought it was a man but he sounded soft and sweet rather than just effeminate.

The door of the lounge opened and David looked up and saw a lovely lady, smart elegant and good looking, but with her was a..a.. another man? No surely not a girl; the face was far too masculine, his clothes were way way out, not normal clothes at all He had on pink satin shorts, but they were so high at the waist. A glimpse of frill, possibly from bloomers, just peaked out below the legs that came halfway down his thighs. There were pink heart shaped buttons down the front but far too high to be a fly but more for decoration, the area where the fly would normally be was clear of any buttons or zip just like girls pants. It was complimented by a very feminine  white blouse that revealed a lacy bra underneath and David realised that it must button up at the back, and to top it all he was wearing a baby’s bonnet an elaborately frilled affair that just made the ensemble pure sissy!, It was the most absolutely ridiculous thing a grown man could possibly wear! The sissy was being ushered reluctantly into the room by his Mama looking awkward and embarrassed. David suddenly registered that he too was suc-king a pink dummy nervously.

David was stunned; he had never seen another sissy before in the flesh. He appeared at once embarrassingly awkward in his sissy clothes and at the same time soft and friendly. So unthreatening, strangely the sight, despite the shame and shock of new visitors made David’s little tinkle start to stretch in the confines of his baby nappy.

“Mama please I am shy” the sissy said eyes firmly fixed on the carpet.

“Now don’t be silly PJ, do a nice curtsey to Aunty Jane”

PJ went down to the curtsey but found it difficult to look respectfully at Auntie Jane as was required for a properly executed curtsey. His attention was drawn irresistibly to David standing awkwardly wondering what mummy would do now. PJ too was stunned as he had never met another person who was dressed and treated like a small child like he was.

But this sissy was a baby and what a baby! A real man, well what may have been once a man, was standing there with his open legs showing a full nappy and plastic pants underneath a short baby dress resting gently on soft petticoats. Like PJ he was suc-king a dummy, but a shiny damp area on his chin ran down to a satin dribble bid that was clearly wet. PJ continued to look at him sideways though long eyelashes and a curl that dropped low over his cheek from his long page boy cut.

He noticed David’s sweet pink bonnet perched on abundant golden curls that blossomed naturally round a peter pan collar at the top of his dress. The baby’s legs were hairless and shone with baby oil to match the shiny pink Mary Janes that set off the clean white socks that frilled pinkly at the knee. PJ could not drag his eyes away and he suddenly realised the sissybaby was clearly very embarrassed at the sudden and unexpected exposure to new guests and stared at his feet. PJ could see his neck flushing red. He could not know that deep in the nappy a constrained peepee was stretching to its tiny maximum.

“I see you have noticed Sophie, do I have competition, Miss PJ?”

“Oh No! I am sorry Aunty Jane Oh dear please please forgive me”

He half turned to Mama flustered and unsure at having been so rude, looking for support as he suddenly realised that he had inadvertently been very disrespectful to Aunty Jane.

Mama looked at Aunty Jane and laughed. “I am sorry but he doesn’t often meet other sissies and your Sophie is a real sight, really cute if I may say so. Miss PJ will spend some time in the corner later trying to remember his manners when meeting grownups and not to be diverted by big babies however pretty”. She said the last phrase with a laugh in her voice that was clearly directed at Sophie. “ But for now PJ seeing how you flustered over your curtsey you obviously need to have some practise, you can do a hundred curtseys to Sophie and say in your best sissy voice “ Hello Little baby Sophie I am Mama’s sissy and my name is PJ Prettybutton. Now nice deep ones please”

Jane was so pleased; she had been searching through the internet for a sissy completely under the control of a Mummy so that she had someone to swap ideas with and share experiences. Also she felt it was time to provide some company for Sophie; he could not keep in the company of adults all the time and regular exposure to real children presented some problems. Pam had seemed a very similar spirit and she was obviously totally in control of PJ on a permanent basis. From the extensive discussions they had had over the phone and by email it appeared that Pam used a similar mix of punishment humiliation and tease as she did.

She immediately followed up on Pam’s instructions “What a good idea! Sophie always needs curtsy practise they can do them to each other. Now Sophie you can follow each one of PJ’s With “Hello PJ I am a real sissy baby and my Mummy keeps me in nappies, plastic pants and dresses”

Go over there in the window bay where we can keep a eye on you. Sophie was immediately flustered as that was the front window and right near the front door anyone coming to the house would see them (As Jane fully realised).

 â€śPleath Mummy”.... “Sophie you are not going to be naughty again in front of Aunty Pam are you? I have not forgotten you have earned a spanking but as a warm up you can do 200 hundred proper punishment curtseys.

They both scuttled over to the window and started their silly humiliating routine; two grown men who had only just met each other now staring intimately at each other’s sissyness. The soft sound of lisping effeminate voices drifted across the room.

“Hewo PJ I am a real thithy baby and my Mummy keepth me in nappith, plathtic panth and dwetheth” followed by “Hello little baby Sophie I am Mama’s sissy and my name is PJ Prettybutton”

Sophie was praying the postman would not come soon and PJ sensed his concern so they did not concentrate and Sophie did two in a row.

Pam ever watchful interjected; come on Sophie you can do better than that how many are you up to PJ?” “Seventy six Mama”

“Well you will have to start over”

PJ’s thighs were starting to ache with the effort and he shuddered and the thought of doing another two hundred curtseys. He hoped this time Sophie would do it right and he smiled encouragingly at his new sissy friend.

“Yeth Mama I am tthorry”

They started again

The two mummies chatted away, careless to the shame they were heaping on their husbands, about their experiences of bringing up sissies and the training that was necessary. Capriciously they terminated the curtsying as the repetitive sounds started to grate.

“Now are you going to give Sophie a nice kiss?”

PJ was relieved that what he knew was gross disrespect had been so lightly glossed over. Jane addressed Sophie

“Now Sophie be nice and respectful to PJ. I have heard how well trained she is “and” she emphasised the phrase “She does not need nappies like you do”

Sophie stood awkwardly like a little girl knees rubbing together, very apprehensive as this was the first time he had ever kissed another man, err no sissy. Fortunately Emma had agreed a routine with Jane and she had spent sometime rehearsing him in the very precise routine that Jane thought appropriate for sissy to sissy kissing.

He was to keep his elbows tucked into his ribs but his hands extended out horizontally and with his right hand he was to take the extended left hand of his partner gently and softly feeling the palms with his soft fingers and with his left hand palm down accept the light feminine precise touch of his partner’s right hand. Their feet would be some way apart and the mutual guidance of their right hands would bring pursed lips together. Before touching each should softly protrude their tongues so it just peeked enticingly out of soft lips. Together now tongues should flicker tantalisingly around each others tips. Nothing must be sexual; strictly no slobbering or adult tonguing just soft chaste sissy touches. To show how sweet they were they should keep the pose for at least a minute.

The trouble was PJ had a slightly different routine, with his hands behind his back he lent forward to meet Sophie with pursed lips; this caused Sophie to become increasingly flustered because PJ did not extend his hands like he expected. The two sissies unsure how to carry on nearly cried until Mama rescued them from their predicament and told PJ to hold Sophie’s offered hands whilst the soft sweet slow kisses were properly exchanged. The two grown men cringed inwardly at this kiss, man to man. Neither of them were in any sense gay and their reaction was one of despairing obedience to their respective Mummies but as the kiss continued the sheer sissyness of what they were doing caused peepees to unaccountably harden.

“Now come on you two sissy girls sit down and be quiet Mummy and Aunty Pam have some talking to do you sit over there PJ on that pink chair and Sophie go and play with your dollies on the play mat”

PJ sat down carefully on a very low pink plastic chair designed for infants, glancing discretely at Sophie who had returned to the play mat and a collection of teddy bears, dolls and toys for very small toddlers. He was surprised when she started to play with some Disney numbered cardboard building blocks and was really concentrating on putting one top of the other.

The two mummies chatted away about their experiences of bringing up sissies and the training that was necessary. Every now and again a question was thrown to one or the other of them which they dutifully answered. Jane got coffee and the two girls continued secure in the knowledge that the two “husbands” would continue to sit quietly until told they could do something else.

Indeed they did not immediately notice that PJ had raised his hand indicating that he wanted permission to speak. Sophie was aware that he was wriggling slowly in his seat and had thought that he must be uncomfortable.

Eventually Pam noticed, “what do you want PJ?”

“I need to make wee wee, please Mama”