Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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“There you are!” said my sister, walking towards me, “Mum and I have been looking for you for the last half hour. Don’t you remember mum told you not to go far away as we were in a hurry? OK come here!” she said as she grabbed my hand.
She turned and started walking with me back the way she came, pulling me along. As she walked, she took out her mobile and dialled.
“Hi, mum, yes, I’ve got him.” she said, “He was beside the railings at the park”
She listened for a few seconds
“No, I haven’t asked him yet what he was doing there; I thought it was more important to bring him straight back. Where are you now?” She listened again
“Oh, I see, yes, yes, ok, I’ll tell him”
Turning to me she said “Mum says to tell you that she had to go on to the hairdressers but even so, she was still late. They will still do her hair but she missed her slot and she has to wait in the queue. She says she is furious with you”
She lifted the phone to her ear again, “Yes, I‘ve told him that” she said, “Oh I see, yes, yes, I can tell him that as well, don’t worry, mum”
She turned again to me “Mum says that she promised you the last time you did something like this that she would punish and embarrass you if you didn’t stop your childish and immature behaviour. You’re 14 not 4, she says”
She listened on the phone again “Yes, of course, mum. Yes, I know you have to stay in the queue. Yes, yes.”
I could hear the tones of my mum a bit but not enough to make out the words.
My sister continued listening and replying but it seemed that mum was doing most of the talking “What, really? Are you sure?” Said my sister, “Well of course I can, mum, if that’s what you think is best. Is there anywhere suitable nearby? There is? Right next door to the hairdresser? Yes, yes that makes sense. Ok, mum, got it! Of course I can. Ok, Ok, see you in about an hour, Bye bye.
She hung up and stopped and looked at me for a few seconds.
She said “Right little brother, mum said that she has decided to punish you by treating you like the little naughty boy you seem to insist on being. She has decided to smack you and put you back into nappies. The only thing is, she can’t leave the hairdresser, so she has told me to do it”
“NO!” I exclaimed “I don’t believe you”
“Oh yes” she said “You better believe me, if I have to tell mum that you fought me on this, it will be even worse for you. So let me explain what I am going to do”
“No, please” I said
She ignored me and pointed at one of the benches nearby “I am going to take you over there right now, unbutton your shorts, take them and your underpants down, put you over my knee and smack you like a naughty little boy. I am going to use my sandal to do it. After I have smacked your bot bright red then you and I are going to the shopping centre next to mum’s hairdressers.”
“No, please, I won’t do this again!” I wailed, close to tears.
“Be quiet and listen” she said “As I said, after I smack you, we are going to the shopping centre to buy little girly nappies, plastic pants, baby powder, baby wipes and a little girl’s skirt. After I have bought them I will take you straight to the ladies, put you up on the changing table and change you into the nappy and skirt right in front of everyone. When we are finished I am to take you right round to the hairdressers to meet mum, dressed like a little baby girl”
She held her hand out “Right, you naughty boy, take my hand and let’s begin”
She pulled me towards the bench “The first thing to do, of course, is to smack you”
We reached the bench and she sat down on it and pulled me in front of her. “Now hold very still” she said. She undid the buckle of my belt and slid it open. Then she started unbuttoning my shorts. As each button popped open I could feel my shorts getting slacker and slacker. She reached the bottom button, popped it open then started to pull the shorts down. They had just reached my knees when i heard a voice behind me.
“Oh hi Susan” a girl said “who is this and what’s going on?”
I glanced round, horrified to see a dark haired girl looking at us.
“Hi Melanie” my sister said “this is my brother, Ian, or should I say my naughty brother Ian”
“Why did you take his shorts down?” Melanie asked.
“My sister replied “He has been a really naughty boy to my mum and I today. He caused my mum to miss her hairdressing appointment so mum has asked me to discipline him”
“So what are you going to do?” asked Melanie.
“I was just about to smack him then I’ll take him to the shopping centre and put him back into nappies. I had only just started when you arrived” said my sister
“My goodness” said Melanie “Actually I sometimes wish I could smack my brothers. My mum does it and even does it in front of me but she has never asked me to do it. Anyway, carry on, don’t let me interrupt.”
My sister said as she turned back to me “just offer to help your mum with punishing your brothers. You’ll be surprised how grateful she’ll be, I’ll bet.” My sister then started to pull down my underpants. “You see, Melanie, I am going to smack him bare bottom” she said.
Once my underpants were completely down my sister pulled me towards her and put me over her knee. She then started untying the straps on one of her sandals.
“With your sandal?” asked Melanie “My word that will sting!”
“Of course” my sister said, taking her sandal off and lifting it above where I could see it. “Naughty boys always get very sore bottoms.”
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
I yelped and was close to tears. My sister paused for a second.
“Actually, Melanie” she said “why don’t we hang out for a while. After I’ve smacked him, you can come with me to get his nappies and baby clothes. Then we can both change him into them in the ladies. I’m sure mum will be pleased to see you later.”
“Excellent idea!” said Melanie, “I’d love to”
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
“You see where naughtiness gets you” my sister said “Smacked by your sister in public in front of one of her friends”
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“Wow, his bottom is getting really red” Melanie said
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“Yes” my sister replied “not red enough yet”
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
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“Just a few more smacks should do it” she said
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“Ok, that’s red enough” my sister said
She stopped smacking me and pulled me back up to my feet. She pulled my underpants and shorts up and I began to button my shorts.
“What are you doing?” my sister said, “Little boys don’t dress themselves”. She smacked my hand away and then she started buttoning up my shorts and refastened my belt.
She put her sandal back on and re-tied it then stood up. She held out her hand “Right, take my hand” she said, turning to her friend she added “Ready, Melanie? Let’s go shopping for my little baby brother”
The three of us started walking along the path towards the supermarket with me holding my 16 year old sister’s hand. I noticed some people we passed glancing and smirking as they must have seen my sister smack me.
About 10 minutes later we were in the baby section of the supermarket and she took a look at the nappies. She picked out a pink set, size 7 and asked her friend “What do you think?”
Melanie replied “Perfect for a little girl. He’ll look really cute in them”
My sister put them in the trolley and added a box of baby wipes and baby powder. She said “Ok let’s get you a nice girls skirt and top or a little dress, little baby brother”. We walked over to another section of the supermarket and she picked out a little dress and held it against me.
She went round behind me and held it against me there.
She said to her friend “What do you think of this?”
“I think it’s great” said her friend “and it should be so easy for us to put it on him, we just need to lift it over his head and job done”
My sister came back in front of me and held it against me again “Hmm, I think your right” she said “and it’s nice and short as well, it will make it easy for us to just lift it up and check his nappy wherever we are. Then if we have to change him we just need to lie him down and lift the dress up”
“Yes” said her friend “also if you need to smack him again you would simply put him over your knee and lift the dress up. You can then simply take his nappy down by undoing the straps, no fiddling about with belts and buttons. You could be smacking his bare bottom within about 10 seconds of you thinking about doing it”
“You’re right” my sister said “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t need smacked again soon”
“Perfect!” She said happily “OK that’s us, let’s go to the tills”
We all walked to the queue and as we waited Melanie and my sister talked quietly together. I felt so embarrassed; I didn’t really listen to them.
We got to the front and the girl at the till put the items through the scanner. She said “That will be £45.99” she said, “That dress is very pretty, who is it for?”
My sister scanned her credit card “Actually it’s for him” she replied “he’s been really naughty and mum asked me to punish him. I smacked his bottom at the park but now I need to really push home the lesson and put him back into nappies. I wonder if you would be good enough to tell me where the ladies bathroom is and whether it has a changing station”
The cashier laughed “Wow, he must be so embarrassed! The ladies is over to the right and, yes, it does have a changing station”
“Ok thanks, bye” my sister said. She took my hand again and walked towards the ladies with Melanie just behind. We all entered the ladies and there was a changing station in the middle of the washroom. My sister led me to it and pulled it down.. She patted it “OK, little baby, up, up, up” she said. I stood there and said “Please, not here, not with all these women and girls watching.”
“Oh dear, are we being difficult again? Do you want me to smack you again, right here in front of everyone?” My sister asked “because I will”
“NOOO!” I said
“OK then, up, up, up” patting the table again.
I sat up on the table. “Good boy” she said “Melanie, can you give me a hand? Can you take his t shirt off while I take his shorts and pants off?”
“Sure, no problem” said Melanie
The two girls completely stripped me and then my sister laid me down on my back, opened the pack of nappies and took one out. She slid it underneath me and opened the baby wipes. She took a wipe out and started wiping round my bottom and front. She threw the wipe in the bin and opened the baby powder. She sprinkled a lot around my bottom and in the nappy then, putting the powder down pulled it securely round me and did up the tapes “OK, sit up little brother, arms up”
I did as I was told and she put the dress over my head. Once it was nearly on she said “Right, stand up.” I stood up and she pulled the dress down as far as it would go, which was just past my nappy. She held out her hand, “Perfect!” she said, “OK take big sister’s hand and let’s go and see mum”
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Part 2 - Becoming Angela (Yes, a title)
It was about 10 minutes walk, from the shopping centre to the hairdressers, and my sister held my hand the whole way, chatting to Melanie, as we walked.
We arrived at the hairdressers and there was mum, sitting at one of the seats, while one of the hairdressers attended to her. She looked round, and saw the three of us, my sister still holding my hand.
“Hi Susie, dear”, she said, “I see you’ve put him in his nappy and girls dress. Did you smack his bottom, as well?”
“Oh yes, his bottom got well smacked. I used my sandal”
“I can confirm that”, said Melanie, “I got to see it all, and then I helped Susan put him in his nappy, and this dress.”
My mother turned to the hairdresser, and asked how much longer her hair would take. The hairdresser, who had been taking quick glances at me, replied that it would be another 10 minutes or so. She set to work, finishing mums hair.
“Why don’t the three of you just wait, since i will only be another 10 minutes”, said my mum, “there’s a seating are right there.”
My sister, still holding my hand, led me to the seating area, where, to my horror, instead of letting me take my own seat, sat down, and pulled me onto her lap, where she started to bounce me up and down a little, while she chatted with Melanie.
Ten minutes later, my mum was finished, and went over to the cash desk, to pay. She had a short conversation, with the hairdresser, and both of them looked over at us. The hairdresser nodded, and mum came over towards us.
“Ian, honey”, she said, “You look so cute, in that dress, I’ve decided to get your haircut, in a more girly style. Kathy said that it’s long enough to do so, and she has time to squeeze you in, just now.
“But mum,” I began.
She cut me off. “Firstly, its, “mummy”, from now on, not, “mum”. You deserve a longer, more complete punishment, for all of your naughtiness. So you’re going to be a little baby girl, for a while. Now get over there, and sit down quietly, and sit still so Kathy can fix your hair.
Blushing furiously, I made my way over to the seat. As i got over, Kathy, the hairdresser, winked at me, and said “Sit down, I’ll soon have you all nice, and pretty”. Miserably, I sat down, and Kathy got to work.
It took her about half an hour, and soon, I was looking at the mirror, where this girl with a pink dress and curls, looked back at me.
“Mum”, I began.
“”Mummy”,” said my mum.
“Mummy, I can’t go about like this, everyone is going to laugh at me.”
“Well that’s too bad, you should have thought of that earlier, before you were so naughty. Now, take your sister’s hand, and let’s go. I don’t want any more arguing.”
I took my sister’s hand, and we left, heading for the car. We got in, and Melanie asked if she could come home with us, as she wanted to hang out with Susan, for a while. My mum agreed, so Melanie got in as well. It was quite embarrassing, that my sister insisted on doing up my seat belt.
We set off, but not in the direction of home. “Where are we going, mum?”, asked my sister.
“We have to get some supplies for your brother. He’s going to be a baby girl for quite some time, so he’ll need more than just one dress, and one packet of nappies. He will need other things, as well. Here we are”, mum said, as she pulled into a car park.
“Oh, this will be such fun”, said Melanie, “buying clothes for a baby girl.” She reached across, and pinched my blushing cheek. We all got out, and I saw that the shop we stopped it, was Mothercare. My mum took my hand, and led me in to the shop, with my sister and Melanie, close behind.
“Right Susie, dear, go and get more nappies, powder, and wipes, while I take him to be fitted for his clothes and shoes.”
My sister disappeared with Melanie, and my mum approached one of the assistants, a pretty girl, who looked to be still a teenager.
“Good afternoon em “Stacy””, mum said, glancing at the name badge, “I need, let me see now, perhaps two little skirts, one set of petticoats, one dress, five or six baby girl’s pants, that will fit over a nappy, seven pairs of little girl’s socks, two pairs of shoes, and two sets of nightwear, for a little girl. I also need two dummies and two baby’s bottles”
“Certainly”, said Stacy, “How old is she?”
“Oh, that’s easy, ”She”, is right here.”, Replied my mum.
“But, isn’t he a boy?”, asked Stacy.
“Yes, but he is in this dress and nappy, for a reason. I’ve decided to discipline him by treating him like a little baby girl, for a while.”
“Oh, I see”, said Stacy, “OK, come with me.”
She led us first of all, to the clothing section, and mum began taking skirts and dresses, off the rail, and holding them against me. She selected some skirts and dresses, along with a couple of petticoats and some nighties.
“There’s a changing room, right there”, said Stacy.
“Thanks, don’t say a word, Ian.” My mum said, sternly, as she led me over to the changing room, and came in with me. She pulled the dress over my head, and started dressing me in the various items, till she was satisfied with a selection. She left the rejected ones on the rail, and I looked at what had been selected. There were three skirts, a red one with little flowers, a plain purple one, and a pink one, with baby animals on it. She had also selected a plain white petticoat and a pink one, along with two nighties, and a pink babygro. Three girl’s blouses, all pink, completed her selection. We left the changing room, just as my sister and Melanie came back, carrying five packets of nappies, along with baby powder and wipes.
“Wow! They are so nice”, said Melanie, “He’s going to be such a cute little girl”.
“Just one more thing”, said mum, turning to Stacy, “ I need footwear, socks and tights for him”
“Just come this way”, said Stacy.
We were soon all in the footwear section. My sister picked out some little girl’s socks and white tights for me, while Stacy sat me down then fitted me with various pairs of little girl’s shoes. She eventually picked some pink sandshoes and three pairs of sandals with buckle over straps.
All of the supplies were then taken over to the cash desk, Stacy rang them through. My mum paid, and we left. We all got out of the shop, and back in the car. Before heading of, my mum turned to me.
“I sincerely hope that this has got you thinking, Ian. You’ve been so naughty and acted so immaturely recently, that I don’t think I had any choice, but to do this to you. How long I keep you like this, I can’t say, at the moment, but I want an improvement in your attitude, before I even consider stopping your punishment.” She turned to my sister, “Susie, dear, I hope you will help me look after our new baby girl”.
“Of course, mum”, said my sister, “I’m looking forward to having a little baby sister.”
My mum turned to Melanie, “You can help as well, Melanie. I’ve always like you, as you seem so responsible, and mature. You are a really good friend, for Susie. I hope you can find some time, for babysitting Ian, in the future.”
“I’d be delighted”, replied Melanie, “I babysit all the time. Don’t worry about a thing, and I am well used to looking after little babies. Changing a bigger baby’s nappy won’t bother me.”
“That’s so kind of you, dear”, replied mum. She turned back to me. “it’s time we got our little baby girl home, and introduced him to his new life.”
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Part 3 of becoming Angela
The journey home took about twenty minutes, and we pulled into the driveway. I made an attempt, in my way of thinking, of getting my mother to see sense.”
“Mum, “ I started. She interrupted.
“You know, I think you need to speak like a little baby. It’s not, “mum”, it’s, “mummy”, from now on, and this is, “mummy Susan”, she gestured at my sister, “and this will be, “Auntie Melanie”, pointing at Melanie. “If you don’t speak with respect, and call us all what I just told you, then it’s another smacked botty. Do you understand?”
I blushed and looked down.
“Well?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, er, mummy”
“Good boy.”
She got out and I reached for the door, but she put her head back in the car. “No, no, just wait a minute”, she said. She turned to my sister and Melanie. “Can you get all the supplies out and put them in the living room, for now?” She walked round the car and opened the door, next to me. To my horror, she reached in and picked me up, then put me on her hip, and walked towards the house, carrying me, like a baby.
“Mummy, I can walk”
“Hush. Little babies get carried by their mummies”
She took me in to the house and took me straight to the living room, where she deposited me, gently, on to the couch. “Now just sit here, for now. I have to get lunch ready, with the girls. Little babies stay where they are put, so stay there and don’t move”
She went into the kitchen.
“Susie, in all the excitement, do you know what we forgot at Mothercare? Yes, the bottles and dummies. How are we going to feed the baby?”
“Oh! Actually mum, it might be ok. Do you remember Auntie Jane visiting us, and she had that cute little baby of hers, Samantha? Well, I am sure she left some supplies behind, and I think there are some bottles, dummies, and even a sippy cup.”
“Oh, what a relief, can you go upstairs to check, and Melanie and I will get lunch ready”
I heard my sister go upstairs. “Yes mum”, she shouted down, “they are all here, and there is even that old cot and play pen, so I think we are sorted.”
“Wonderful, but how big is the cot?”
“Oh, well, let me see, yes, it’s four foot eleven inches long.” replied my sister.
“That’s good. He is only five foot one, so he will fit in it with slightly bent legs.” I cringed at the thought of being put to bed in nappies, in a cot, suc-king a dummy, after being fed from a bottle, like a baby. A picture of what life will be like was emerging in my head.
My sister came back downstairs; carrying what looked like wooden parts to a small fence. She started to build it, in the centre of the room, and, as it emerged, I could see it becoming a baby’s play pen. She finished assembling it, and tested the gat a few times, then came over to me. She picked me up and carried me over to the pay pen, then put me inside.
“Now you just stay there, till we get your bottle ready.” She reached behind her and brought out a dummy, which she put in my mouth. She then went into the kitchen and started talking with mum (now mummy) and Melanie (now my Auntie). A few minutes later, all three came back in, my mum carrying a baby’s bottle full of milk.
Mum said, “Melanie dear, would you like to feed him? It will be good practice for when you are babysitting him.”
“Certainly, I would be happy to!” Melanie said, taking the bottle off her and setting it on the coffee table, in front of the couch. She walked over to the play pen and picked me up, then carried me on her hip over to the couch. She sat me on her lap, and leaned me back, rubbing the rubber teat back and forth, across my lips.
“Come on, open up for Auntie Melanie.” she giggled.
“Open up, Ian!” said my mother, sternly.
I opened my mouth and Melanie inserted the teat. I started to suc-kle, like a baby. The milk seemed to have some sugar in it, and was quite warm. I found it disgusting. While I was drinking it my mother, my sister, and Melanie started to talk about me.
“You know”, said my mother, “Ian is not really a suitable name, for a little girl baby, let’s rename him, while he is being punished.”
“I think, I’ve got it,” said my sister, “how about, “Angela”? That way we can shorten it to, “Angie.”
“Sounds ideal,” said Melanie. She beamed down at me, “Come on baby Angie, finish your milk, like a good little girl.”
Somehow, I got the milk down, and Melanie sat me up and put me over her shoulder. She started to pat my back. “Come on little baby, burpies for Auntie Melanie.”
“My goodness, you think of everything, Melanie,” My mother said, “I can see you will make a great babysitter!”
Melanie the lifted my dress, and started to check my nappy. “He’s still dry; I don’t think he needs his nappy changed yet.”
“That’s good,” said my mother, “I think I will put him down for a nap now. He will probably need changed, when he wakes up, after all that milk. Did you assemble the cot, as well, Susie?”
“Of course, mum, I even found the lock for the side access gate. It’s child proof, meaning it can’t be opened from inside the cot.”
My mum walked over, and picked me up from Melanie’s lap, “let’s get the little baby down for beddy byes. Say goodbye to mummy Susan and Auntie Melanie.”
“Bye.” I said, miserably.
My mum started to carry me upstairs. She said over her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, girls, and then we can have a nice lunch.”
She carried me upstairs, and took me into her room, where a cot had been assembled. She laid me down in the slightly too small cot.
“Now be good. Later on, when you wake up, one of us will change your nappy, and change you out of that dress, in one of the skirts and tops I bought. Then we a can all go out for a nice walk. Night, dear.” She kissed my forehead, and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
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So, after a considerable time, here is part 4. A little switch in point of view, hope it works.
Part 4 - Melanie
Melanie Scott stretched her long legs in front of her and sighed, contentedly. She really could not believe her luck, running into her friend, Susan, while she was spanking her brother. Susan, of course, gave her the whole story, about why, and later, when they had transformed him in to a little girl, in a nappy, she had met Susan’s mother, and they had all gone shopping for baby gear for the naughty boy.
Now, he had been treated like a little baby girl for a whole week, and she had been allowed to play her part. Feeding him on her lap, burping him, helping with his nappies, dressing him, undressing him, bathing him, and putting him to bed. Everything that is, except one thing, spanking him. That would be getting put right tonight, however. Up to now it had been Susan and his mum that spanked him, but, tonight, they had tickets for a play, and she was going to be babysitting him. A dream come true, actually.
Melanie is a tall (about 5 foot 11) girl, slim, athletic (she worked out at gym) and strong, stronger than a lot of boys, in fact. And, for a fact, much stronger than Susan’s brother, who stood about 5 foot 3, never worked out, was lazy, and, to be honest, a bit of a cry baby. Melanie had matured early, and had always enjoyed dominating and tormenting little boys (some would say, bullying). One of her favourite tricks was to get them alone at school, wrestle them in to submission (sitting on top of a boy, pinned beneath you, was such a thrill), then afterwards order them about, and humiliate them. Of course, in dealing with her two brothers, she was completely dominant, but a bit frustrated that her mother wouldn’t let her spank them. She had, of course, told her mother the whole story about Susan spanking her brother, and her mother had looked quite thoughtful afterwards. One could live in hope.
Susan, however, is a nice girl, strict with her brother, for sure, but, well, nice. Melanie had always been really careful to hide this aspect of her personality from her. She really liked Susan, and admired her, in fact, but she was reasonably sure that Susan would not approve of the bullying. However, tonight, Susan would not be there. It would be just her and her brother, and in any clash of “stories of the night”, later on, she just knew that Susan and her mother would believe her, not the brother. So, she was free, to do what she liked with him.
She already had one surprise for him. She was taking her little sister with her. Mellissa Scott is 10 years old; mature for her age, and, already, more or less, the same height as Susan’s brother.
He won’t like having to sit on a little girl’s lap, to get his bottle. Or to get his nappy changed by her, or bathed by her, even spanked by her, but it was going to happen.
There was one little cloud on Melanie’s horizon, however. This babying treatment was not going to last forever. The plan by Susan’s mother was to treat him like a little baby, until he learnt his lesson, and started to behave more maturely. Then the baby treatment would stop, and things would go back to normal. Of course, all the baby equipment would be kept around, as a warning to his future conduct, and what would happen if he misbehaved again, but chances were, he would be so afraid of it happening again, he would behave, and that would be that.
Now, that was a scenario Melanie was anxious to avoid. This was her first babysitting duty, but she could remember Susan’s mother remarking yesterday of the improvement in “little Angie’s” behaviour. This would inevitably lead to thoughts about ending his punishment. So this could easily be the first and only time Melanie would get as his babysitter.
Now, what could she do about it? Of course she and Angela could have their fun tonight, but it might be the only time. There would always be some fun, of course, in running in to him in the future, and “reminding” him of his short life as a baby girl, but there wasn’t that much mileage in that. No, what was needed was to make his behaviour more childlike again. Behaviour that would encourage his mother to extend his baby punishment. What would be perfect, of course, is if it became almost permanent
She smiled to herself as she thought about how she would go about this. She was pretty confident she could do it, but she needed to be careful. “Operation permanent baby girl” couldn’t be rushed, and taken a little step at a time.
Now she was babysitting him tonight. When Susan and her mother came back reports of naughtiness, smacked botties, tantrums etc, were part of the plan, and that should on its own get his baby time extended. She smiled, again. That would buy more time, certainly past when another babysitting session was due. Of course he was absolutely certain to misbehave and need his bottom smacked again, then. Maybe she could keep it going like that? Maybe more is going to be needed?
She looked at her watch. It was time.
“Are you ready Mel?” she shouted, “It’s time we were off to Susan’s”
Her answer came in clattering feet, rushing down the stairs. Her sister appeared, with her eyes shining, grinning excitedly. She was clearly looking forward to tonight’s events, as much as Melanie.
“I’ll need to watch this one” thought Melanie as they stepped out of the door.
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Great chapter and I love this story. I cannot wait to see what happens as sissy is babysat by his aunty.
I for one hope she succeeds in persuading mommy to keep baby in his nappies.
Maybe he should be taken round town in a stroller.
Imagine his embarrassment as his nappies and rubber panties would be on display to everyone he met on their trip.
This could be a punishment for being naughty whilst being babysat.
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Excellent "first attempt" story. Good descriptions of scenarios, nice selection of punishment clothing. Do need to watch consistency such as where you mention Ian/Angela is 5'1" and in part 4 state he is 5'3". Would also appreciate more detailed descriptions of diapers (thickness, disposable/cloth, rubber panties - nursery print or rumba, etc.). Nevertheless, I respect that this is your story and I am enjoying reading it. I also happen to agree with many your likes/dislikes stated in your previous post where you state, "I hate the concept of the "willing victim", or stupid stuff like enemas, buttplugs and suppositories, or sexual context such as blowjobs, handjobs, straight or lesbian sex, "c-ummin in your nappy")." This is particularly the case in the age range in which you are writing.
You did mention that you have "loads" of other stories. would you be willing to publish those while continuing to write this story?
Thanks for your hard work.
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Excellent "first attempt" story. Good descriptions of scenarios, nice selection of punishment clothing.
Thanks for your hard work.
I saw that inconsistency myself, just after posting (sorry!)
The other stories are quite short - I lie to attach them to various appealing photos on the internet, and they have to be short enough. I'll publish one soon and see the reaction.
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an escape to a fantasy land that is all too real at times.
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Part 5 – Susan
Before beginning this part, I have now read lots and lots of these types of stories, and one thing struck me – almost all are told in the first person. I wonder why and that has partly motivated to tell in this and the last part in the third person.
Can I ask what people prefer?
Anyway here is part 5
Susan MacDonald looked at herself in the mirror, really concentrating as she put the finishing touches to her make up. “Not bad” she thought to herself. She was quite pretty, around 5 foot 6 inches tall, slim, with blonde hair. She hardly needed the make up, so a touch of lipstick and mascara was enough.
She had a passion for the theatre and hoped to become an actress, and it was really good for her mum to treat her to a play tonight, as part of her birthday celebrations. She was turning 17 tomorrow. A big girl now, she thought.
Unlike her immature little brother, who now had had a week of being treated like a baby girl and it had not seemed to be having the desired effect, making him more mature and grown up. Why, just the other day, when she took him to the shopping centre, he had run off, and not stayed beside her, as she had clearly instructed, and she had to waste 20 minutes looking for him. Of course she had put him over her knee, right there, in the middle of the shopping centre, and smacked his bare bottom good and hard, then put him straight to bed when they got home. Nevertheless, only this morning, when she had him on her lap to feed him his bottle, it had taken one or two smacks on his bare legs, to get him to take it and co operate.
Perhaps, she thought, Melanie could sort him out tonight, when she babysat him. She knew Melanie didn’t put up with any nonsense, and, in fact, she was vaguely aware that there may be a darker side to Melanie. She had seen her put a boy over her knee, at school. Melanie told her he had been cheeky to her and deserved it, but the boy insisted that he had done nothing and that she had being doing that kind of thing to him for weeks. He had tearfully said that she had thrust his head down the toilet as well. Melanie had denied it all, but the boy seemed pretty upset.
The thing was she was not as straight laced as Melanie seemed to think. I mean, take my brother, she thought. She actually was enjoying the situation. She liked having the power over him. More than she thought she would. It was great that she could spank him, feed him, bath him, dress and undress him, change his nappies (she always took her time over this, especially if she was changing his nappy in public), put him to bed and just simply bounce him on her lap, just like a little baby.
In fact she like it so much, she was beginning to think that she didn’t want his baby punishment to end anytime soon. She hadn’t said anything to her mum about this, and she didn’t know how her mum would feel about a long extended stay for her brother as baby Angela, but perhaps she could broach the subject tonight, maybe at the interval of the play.
Just then the doorbell rang. She went to the door and there was Melanie. Also there, however, much to her surprise was her sister Melissa.
“Hi” she said, giving her friend a hug, “how are you?
“Great”
“I see you’ve brought your sister” Susan added “Come in and have seat in the living room”
“Oh yes, I thought I could do with some assistance” said Melanie
Melissa piped up “I’ve never babysat anyone before, let alone someone older than me. I am looking forward to it.”
“I am sure you’ll make a great babysitter” said Susan “mum should be back any minute, and then we’ll be off. My brother is in his room. You should bath him and put him in his nightie, and a new nappy at 7, then feed him his bottle and put him to bed between 7:30 and 8. Don’t put up with any nonsense. If you need to, smack his bottom.”
Melissa replied “Oh don’t worry, I’ve worn my hard Scholl sandals, in case I need to spank him”
Susan giggled, “Well I really meant your sister, but you can certainly spank him, if needed as well. In fact, getting spanked by a 10 year old might do him good”
Melanie said “You giggled there, do you find all this funny?”
Susan said “Actually I do. I didn’t expect this, and please don’t tell him, but I love the power I have over my brother. I wish that baby Angela would be around for a long, long time”
Is that a fact? Thought Melanie, how interesting.
Just then the door opened and Susan’s mother came in
“Hi Melanie...oh, and hi Melissa. Thanks for looking after the baby tonight. Has Susan told you his regime?”
“Yes, she has”
“Good. Well sorry we don’t have time to chat but we really have to go. Perhaps we can chat over coffee when we get back, then I’ll run you home”
We certainly will have a chat later, thought Melanie, especially given what Susan just told me.
With that Susan’s mum picked up her car keys, and Susan and her mum left. Seconds later Melanie heard the car start, the pull out the driveway.
She winked at her sister. “Are you ready to meet Angela? Let’s go get him. I think a small session bouncing on your lap will do to begin with”
Her sister was already off up the stairs, giggling excitedly.
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Part 6 – Mummy
Ms. Aileen MacDonald sat at the kitchen table, sipping a coffee and thinking. She thought she had done well as a single mother but Ian was a constant problem. Being cheeky, getting in to bother, disobeying her, and now playing up his babysitters. She found it so embarrassing that Melanie had told her about how both her and her sister (a10 year old Girl!), had spanked Ian last night, he was so badly behaved.
When she and her daughter had arrived home, Ian was standing in the corner, nappy down, smacked bare bottom on full display, in all its crimson glory. The baby girl treatment and smacked bottoms had improved things a bit, but not as much as she had hoped. Indeed, it was hard for her to think of when the treatment would be allowed to stop. She was thinking really hard about how she could really get it home to Ian that she meant business and that he would not be out of those nappies and baby girl clothes any time soon, while he maintained his current behaviour.
She had been thinking that she really needed to take things a stage further; he had to really feel like a baby. There was more to being a baby than nappies and baby clothes.
So, for the last few days she had been taking treatment to begin lactation again. She had concluded that being breastfed by his mummy, while sitting on her lap would be the ultimate embarrassment for him. She also fully intended to breastfeed him in front of others and in public.
She glanced down at her small breasts, tiny actually. Her body type was the tall slim athletic type. Although her breasts were small, they did produce lots of milk, and she remembered very well that she always produced an excess, which she would pump out then store in baby bottles.
She could feel the pressure from the milk right now, and thought about going upstairs to give Ian his first feed, but decided to wait. Her daughter would be home soon, along with the two Mels, and if she breastfed him in front of them all, he would have the most embarrassing time in his life.
Of course this action would have the consequence that his baby punishment would be extended lot further than she had meant in the first place. Now she was lactating, she could hardly switch it off like a tap in one or two weeks. No, Ian was going to be a little baby girl called Angela, for at least the next three months.
She looked up as she heard voices coming up the path to the house, one of which was definitely her daughter.
She stood up. It was time.
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A bottle is embarrassing enough but now to be breastfed especially in front of his sis and her friends hope this works
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Robertson, I just read your story "My first attempt at a story" and I enjoyed it very much. Will there be a follow on to part 6?
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I prefer stories in this genre to be written in the third person as it is easier for readers to vicariously endure the protagonist's humiliating experiences than it is in the first person, and this is what makes for an entertaining, exciting read. It is more exciting to imagine how Ian feels than to have him tell the readers. This works well providing the narration doesn't skimp on the details.
Speaking of that, I wish Part Six would have described Melanie's and Melissa's babysitting session with Ian in detail: bathing him, diapering him, feeding him, spanking, etc. I would be great if you would consider revising and make the current Part Six, Part Seven.
But, for a first attempt, you are doing great. Keep it up. Thank you for your story.
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Part 5a – The babysitters
Melanie had a herd job catching up with her sister. She managed to be just behind her, however, just before the door of the “nursery”. They opened the door, and there was Ian, sitting at the window, dressed, in a pink tank top and denim skirt, his nappy bulging out.
“Can’t I just stay here alone?” he asked
“Don’t be silly” Melanie said, firmly “little girls can’t be left, all on their own. There is no telling what they might get up to, or what harm may come to them”. With that she walked over and picked him up, swinging him on to her hip “Come on Mel, let’s take the baby downstairs”
They walked down, Melanie bouncing him slightly as she walked.
“Put me down, I can walk, and I’m not a little gi-“ He was hushed with a finger over his lips from Melissa, just behind “Shhh baby, be good, and when you speak to us it’s “Auntie Melanie” and “Auntie Melissa”
They entered the living room and Melanie said “Right Mel, sit on that armchair, and I’ll give you the baby”. Melissa sat down and Ian was placed on her lap. She started to bounce him up and down on her knee, making baby noises and his face went a deep shade of red, being sat on a younger girl’s lap and bounced like a baby”.
“OK?” asked Melanie “Keep him here and I’ll go prepare his bottle, then you can feed him”. She went in the kitchen and returned a few minutes later, with a baby bottle, and handed it to her sister.
“Open up!” Melissa commanded. He tried to resist and clamped his lips shut “I said open up. Do you want a smacked botty? I’ll really do it, you know”. With the threat of getting spanked by a 10 year old, Ian took the nipple and started to suc-kle. She made him drink the whole bottle, which, of course, led to a wet nappy. After burping him, Melissa checked the nappy.
“Ooh!, He’s wet” she exclaimed.
“All babies wet their nappies” replied her sister “He’s due a bath anyway, keep him there and I’ll go run it”
“I don’t want to be bathed by you two – especially her” Ian said “She’ younger than-“
Again he was hushed “one more word out of place and you’ll be straight over my knee”, Melanie said “Or even worse, her’s!”
She went upstairs and ran the bath. Meanwhile Melissa started to undress him. He started to open his mouth, but shut it again when he saw the stern look on his babysitter’s face. In a short while, all that was left was the nappy. Melanie came back. “Right, let’s get the baby upstairs”, she said, lifting him of her sister’s knee, once more putting him on her hip, carrying him upstairs, sister running excitedly behind. She got him in the bathroom and removed the nappy. He tried to cover himself up, but Melanie slapped his hand away “Babies have no modesty, or right to privacy”
Soon, he was in the bath and the two girls set to, with gusto, scrubbing him, washing his hair, soaping and rinsing. It seemed, to Ian, to take absolute ages, and was unnecessarily rough. Then, he was hoisted out the bath, and roughly towel dried. Melanie picked him up again and carried him through to the nursery changing table.
“Mel, do you want to put his nappy on?” The answer was an excited squeal, then a rush to get the nappy, powder and wipes. “Actually, not that one, Mel, get the cloth one. He will be going to bed soon and this will be better for night time”
So it was that Ian got powdered, wiped, and pinned into a cloth nappy by his 10 year old babysitter, while her big sister supervised the process. This was followed by plastic pants and a girl’s nightie.
“Ok”, now you are ready, you can stay up for another half hour”, Melanie said, carrying him downstairs. He was deposited in his play pen “Be good and play with your toys”
“This is-“, he started to say, but a glare from Melanie shut him up. The two girls then sat on the couch, talking, with occasionally glances at the “baby”. Ian, of course, was not remotely interested in little baby girl toys and got bored. All the time some pent up fury was boiling inside. He couldn’t take this any longer! He abruptly stood up, and threw a little doll across the room, where it bounced off the wall and knocked an ornament over. It smashed when it hit the floor.
“You naughty, naughty little baby, you”. Both girls exclaimed. Melanie marched over and picked him up “One smacked bottom, coming up”
“I want to smack him”. Said Melissa.
“Of course”. He was handed over. His nappy and pants came down and he was put over the young girl’s knee. Melanie took off her sandal and handed it to her sister “Smack him as hard as you can”
Melissa was strong for her age and it wasn’t long till his bottom was bright red, almost purple and he was howling loudly. She absolutely leathered him., even Melanie was impressed and doubted she could have smacked him much harder.
After the spanking was over, he was led to the corner, nappy still down. Melanie lifted up his nightie and pinned it up, leaving his bright red bottom on display. He was there a good hour, before Melanie decided to put him to bed in his cot. She had just decided to do it, when she heard a key in the lock, and in came his mother and sister, just in time to see his smacked bottom.
“Oh! Have you been a naughty boy?”. Susan asked.
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Poor Ian, I don't think it was the last time he was put over someone’s lap for a good bare rump spanking, but eventually he will learn who is in charge of his life.
In the kind hands of the four females surrounding him, it should not take that long to break him.
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baby angie don't know when to behave now his mummy and sister have seen the red bottom. I can hardly wait till he is breastfed by his mummy in front of the 3 girls especially 10 yr old Melissa.
hope next chapter coming sooon and just a little longer please
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Will there be a continuation or what?
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yes, I am working on it
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To expand, while I think forced breastfeeding is great, it has to be forced. Most breastfeeding stories - the recipient is more than willing! I want to make sure there is no hint of that
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Part 7 Fed like a baby
The girls almost burst in the door, chattering excitedly, looking forward to see the “big baby” and maybe even getting to baby sit him. Melanie and Melissa were keen on that, and, even Susan was looking forward to disciplining her brother.
“Hi girls, how was your trip?” His mother asked
“Fine”, chorused Melanie and Susan
“Interesting and informative” said Melissa, wanting to sound older
“I’m glad” said his mother, “but, listen, I have a favour to ask,. Our “little baby” needs fed so......”
She was cut off by excited cries
“Oh, can I sit him on my lap and give him his bottle?” they almost all chorused together.
“I’ll even carry him downstairs” added Melissa, still trying to act older “So you can just sit there”
“I can make his bottle up while Mel gets him” said Susan
“Girls, girls, girls. It won’t be like that this time. Maybe you can do all that later, but not this time. You see, girls, the type of feed is one that only mummies can give their babies, the one that is best for them, and the favour I want is that you won’t feel embarrassed if I do it in front of you all”
The girls all looked at each other, then the penny dropped.
“Wow!” said Melissa. She had never seen this with a real baby, so wanted to see.
“It won’t embarrass me” said Melanie, “Maybe him, however”. She was feeling all warm and tingly inside at the thought.
“Er, yes of course, mum” said Susan. She wasn’t really hesitant; she just wanted to appear a bit more sensitive as she was starting to buy into the whole baby idea.
“Ok, Melissa, go and get him”
She pounded upstairs and almost ran into his room, where he lay in his cot. In one graceful movement, she checked his nappy, noticed it dry, then scooped him up. “Come on baby” she said, “your mummy has a treat for you”.
She walked more carefully downstairs, not wanting to drop him.
“Here he is!”
“Just put him on my lap, Melissa”
He was deposited on his mother’s lap, where he sat. He understood certain procedures now, and started to look around for the bottle. His mother began unbuttoning her blouse.
“What the....NO!” he wailed “You are not breastfeeding me like a baby, especially in front of them!” He started to struggle. She was too strong for him and held him there, with one hand, while the other popped the catch in her new nursing bra. Out popped her small breast, with surprisingly large nipple. She forced his mouth towards it, holding his nose so his mouth opened.
The girls looked on. Melanie was especially attentive.
When his mouth got within about an inch from her nipple she tried a few trial squirts and was satisfied that a strong jet of milk hit the bulls eye, right in his mouth. With his nose still held, he had no choice but to swallow.
“We can either keep feeding you like this, where you will be struggling not choke and hardly able to breathe, or you can latch on and suc-kle quietly”
Having no real choice, but a worse one, he latched on and suc-kled. His mother then put one hand on his shoulders, while the other patted his bottom. “That’s it, drink your milkies from Mummy” she said softly.
Melissa’s mouth almost dropped open, while Melanie just couldn’t take her eyes off and even wished she could do it. Susan stayed quiet but enjoyed the spectacle as well. The only one hating it was the “little baby”.
He finished on one nipple, then was transferred to the other. After about 5 minutes, that breast, too, was spent, and his mother lifted him off, wiped his mouth with a small cloth, then put him over her shoulder and burped him.
She checked his nappy, and, after all the milk, it was a bit wet “Can you girls change his nappy?” she asked, putting him down on the couch.
“Sure we can” , came an excited chorus.
“OK, while you are doing that, I’ll make us coffee” said his mother, getting up and leaving the room.
The three girls looked at him “After that, you should find us changing your nappy a stroll in the park” said Susan, as she walked towards him.
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Thank you like the idea of forced breastfeeding especially in front of his sister and her friends. Looking forward to more of this wonderful story.
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This certainly brings petticoating one step further.
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Part 8 – The Little holiday plan
Well, time went past, and went past and, somehow or other, Ian stayed as Angela. He stayed in nappies. The 4 women (well 1 plus 3 girls) continued to feed, dress, undress, babysit, bath and spank him as appropriate. They changed his nappies in all sorts of places and the area got used to the sight of the teenage boy, dressed as a baby girl, getting his nappy changed, or crying over his babysitter’s knee. They didn’t even bat an eyelid now when he was breastfed.
There were a few times when his mother would wonder aloud if he had been punished enough, and he could let be a big boy again, but something always seemed to happen to change her mind. The two Mel’s made sure of it! He never liked it or got used to it. It was hard to tell what was worse for him. Being publicly breastfed, or sitting on little Melissa’s lap being fed a bottle, or getting put over her knee, or having his sister bathe him, talking to him like a baby all the time. The one he was wariest of was Melanie. She seemed to almost invent embarrassing situations for him. Only the other day, she had taken him to the chemist and bought new nappies for him, making sure everyone knew exactly who the nappies were for. When he complained, he was put right over her knee in the middle of the chemist, nappy taken down, and bare bottom smacked in front of everyone.
One day, sitting in his play pen, with all 4 surrounding him, his mother said, suddenly “You know what girls; I think we could all do with a little break. My sister owns a caravan over on the east coast. It’s really nice and it’s free next weekend. I’ve spoken to your mother and she is fine with you going. So what do you think?”
“What about the baby?” asked Melanie.
“Well, “she” will be coming of course”
“Like this?”
“Of course like this. We just need to prepare properly. I have a child seat, that I can fit in the car. It’s a big car, capable of taking us all, so good preparation, a 3 hour drive and we can all be relaxing for a couple of days”
They all agreed it sounded good, and plans started to be made, lists drawn up of what was needed and Ian’s heart sank. During the next few days he got to know some of the things on the lists such as baby reigns, extra nappies, bottles etc., so it was obvious he was in for full baby girl treatment, this time in the confines of a caravan, and in a place where even more people would get to know about his punishment. By this time he was fairly sure that he would inevitably be over Melanie’s knee, no matter what happened. He didn’t like how much the two Mel’s were being integrated into the family, with bigger and bigger roles in his life. It had gone beyond mere babysitting, and it was as if he had four mothers now. His mother seemed to be really taken with them, even commenting on how mature and responsible they were. He tried to think how he could break the bond. He thought if it could be broken then, with just his mum and sister there was a prospect of going back to normal.
One thing was for sure, there was no time to plan anything, the little holiday was coming and it seemed like one minute he was sitting listening to it being planned, the next he was sitting in the back of the car, strapped in to a child seat, Melanie on one side, Melissa on the other and his sister and mother up front.
His mother had been working hard, so was very glad to down tools and relax for a long weekend. She never really thought of Ian as anything other than a baby and wasn’t really angry with him now. He was just, well, a baby, and that meant certain things, but it seemed so natural now.
Susan too was looking forward. She thought the four made a good team, and kept that brat of a brother of hers under control. She liked that her mother seemed so much calmer now that he was a baby girl. She remembered how she would fret about him before. It was good to see her mother so calm and happy.
Melanie could barely contain herself. This was working out even better than she had hoped. She had been clever about undermining plans to make him a big boy again. He had not even got close to having his punishment ended. All she had to do was keep in with his mother and plant the odd seed in her ear about how naughty he still was and how well the baby treatment was going. Now, a strange place, a baby girl, and she would be there 24/7. If she couldn’t contrive some really embarrassing situations for him, well then, her name wouldn’t be Melanie.
Melissa was so pleased to be going with this group of older females and to be treated as far more grown up than the baby. She noticed that since “baby Angela” had come into all their lives that she was no longer the little baby sister. Melanie treated her as more adult; she had the respect of Susan and her mother, so she was thinking as well that it would be a pity if baby Angela ever became Ian again.
Just to get things going, Melanie was very quick to smack his hand away from leaning it on the headrest in front “Little babies shouldn’t touch” she scolded.
“You tell him Melanie” said his mother from the front “make him behave”
“Don’t worry; I know how to treat naughty babies”
“So do I” added Melissa “So don’t you worry, we’ll make sure he is as good as gold”
“I don’t think we need do this drive in one” said his mother. There is a nice little coffee place by the side of a stream about half way there. We’ll take a break there and the treat is on me”
“Does it have baby chairs?” asked Susan.
“Oh yes, I’ve seen mother’s feed their babies lots of time there”
Ian’s heart sank even further, and the car set off, four happy females and one unhappy male.
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I don't think Ian knows how lucky he is, going on vacation with four girls to look after him, but I am sure he is going to find out very soon.
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Ian might as well understand that the nappies appear to be perm, no more big boy soon he will be peeing and not realizing it and then it no more big boy lol
Like this story alot
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Part 9 – Power struggle
Melanie almost stormed through the Caravan door, throwing it shut behind her, baby Angie on her hip, brow beetled, lips firmly set. She deposited the baby rather roughly on the couch, turned on her heel and walked over to the table. She threw her arms out and put her face in them, sighing loudly.
“What’s wrong, Melanie, dear?” asked mother. No reply was the answer, only more sighing.
“Please, speak to me. I didn’t invite you here to be upset” His mother laid a hand gently on Melanie’s arm, and squeezed encouragingly. Melanie looked up, and looked in her eyes.
“Well, it’s your brat of a son, also known as baby Angie”
“Oh dear, what is it?”
“Mummy, don’t listen to.....”
“Little baby girls are seen and not heard, be quiet while I talk to Melanie! now, what is it dear?”
“..but mummy..”
“I said be quiet!”
“..please listen, mummy”
“Right, that does it!” She turned to her daughter, who was playing cards with Melissa “Susie dear, our little baby is cranky and bad tempered. Please take her through to her cot, and put her down for a nap. I think you should smack her as well”
“No problem, mum” Susan picked Angie up, swung her on to her hip and started to carry her through to the big bedroom “Come along, baby” she said, picking up a slipper “It’s smacked bot time then beddy byes”. It wasn’t long till loud smacks could be heard on a clearly bare bottom with muffled cries.
“Now then, what was the problem?”
A shout came from the bedroom “Mum, I’m smacking his bottom, but it was already bright red”
“I know” said Melanie. “Ok, I’ll tell you”, she paused and took a breath “I really appreciated being asked to help with disciplining that brat of yours. You know, I used to see him and what he got up to at school. I always thought that he could really do with more discipline in his life, i even thought about putting him over my knee, more than once, but didn’t like to interfere”
“You know, you should have” said his mother.
“Then I saw his sister spank him, then helped her dress him up as a baby girl, and since then have been helping out with babysitting.”
“I know dear, it was very kind of you. That’s why I invited you along this weekend, to thank you”
“Well, please don’t think me ungrateful, but, really, he is a lot of work. I was quite happy to take the morning shift today, I wanted to help you out and help you relax, but he has been nothing but trouble!”
“How so?” asked his mother.
“Well, first I took him to the play park, and he refused to play with the other babies and toddlers there, saying he was too old and that he didn’t want his nappies to be seen. I tried to fix that by changing his nappy there and then, in front of all the mothers and children there. You should have seen the looks when they realised he was actually a boy”
“Go on”
“Well, he still refused to play nicely. So down came his nappy, and over my knee he went. Only then did he participate, and after all, it was me sacrificing my time by taking him there in the first place.
“You’ve smacked him before”
“Yes I know, but I am coming to the main part. I decided to take him to the camp cafe. I fancied a coffee, and I knew that there were children’s high chairs there. He’s so small I thought he would fit in one. So, I got there, and tried to put him in one, and he wriggled and wriggled. It’s very difficult; you know to get a wriggling infant’s feet into those holes.”
“I know, dear!”
“Eventually I got him in, ordered my coffee, and told him I’d let him feed himself, and handed him the milk bottle. At first he wouldn’t take it, and it took the threat of another smacked bot before he would! He started to drink, which I thought was fine, but then my coffee arrived. He took one look, lined up and threw that bottle. It hit the cup, deposited its contents over me, then it bounced quite hard somewhere behind me”.
His mother noticed, for the first time, the large brown stain over the front and side of her dress.
“You see, this is one of my favourite dresses and it might be ruined. I don’t know if the stain will come out”
“Take it off right away! Speed is of the essence here”
Melanie stripped her dress off, and his mother grabbed it, depositing it immediately in the sink basin. She added special soap right away and filled it with warm water. She came over and sat down again. “I am so sorry, Melanie”
“It’s not your fault, but I’ve been thinking. You see, after this, I don’t know if I can continue to babysit. It’s too exhausting and he always gets up to so much”
Susan came back through and sat down “Right, he’s in his cot. I smacked him good and hard. “Where’s your dress, Mel?”
“It’s a long story, but look in the sink”
His mother said “Oh no! Please listen to me. I had more or less decided that baby Angie is going to be around for a considerable time, but the thing is, I don’t think it can be done just between Susie and I. You two have been such a help. Indeed, you have made it possible. Without your help, I am not sure this type of punishment is really viable, and I’ll have to let him be big boy again”
Melanie looked at her again, and then looked at Susan and Melissa, then back to his mother “I appreciate what you say, but I don’t know, really”
Melissa said “Please, Sis, You know I’ll help all I can.”
“Mel, you’ve been my friend for so long, please help. Don’t let this put you off” said Susan.
“Please” pleaded his mother, close to tears
“Look, let me have the rest of this weekend to consider it. Maybe we can work something out” said Melanie.
Inwardly Melanie was ecstatic, but she knew she had to tread carefully. Her plan was working and it had been worth pouring that coffee over that old dress that really didn’t matter to her, just to get to this stage.
Melissa was worried. Supervising the “baby” made her feel all grown up. Surely her sister wasn’t going to take this away from her?
Susan was worried as well. She had just put her brother over her knee again, and really enjoyed the feeling of power. She was just getting in to being another “mummy”. It couldn’t be over, could it?
His mother was the most worried of all. She was more and more feeling that this punishment was just right, but the practicalities depended on the help of the two Mel’s. “Is there anything I can do to help you continue?” she asked, anxiously.
“I’ll think about it” said Melanie, her face set and serious..
“Yes!” she thought, “can I ever think of some things”
Through, in the bedroom, Ian (or Angie) couldn’t help but hear all this. His bottom smarted, and the nappy and plastic pants trapped the heat. “Oh, god” he thought, “Melanie is getting more and more involved, and my mother is positively opening the door. “What is she up to? Can I stop it?”
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Melanie seems evil wonder what she is thinking up at this moment...giggles
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Melanie seems evil wonder what she is thinking up at this moment...giggles
Same here, heh.
Also agreeing the breast feeding scene was interesting and unique.
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Melanie seems evil wonder what she is thinking up at this moment...giggles
I think she is a sneaky girl, and I wonder what she is up to, I could even start to feel a little pity for poor Ian/Angie.
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Just a short addition
Part 10 – Back to Melanie
It had been such a good weekend, Melanie thought. She was back home with her mum and two brothers, and she lay on the bed, relishing the trouble she had got little Ian/Angie into. His mum had decided to indefinitely extend the baby girl punishment, even into the school year. It was arranged that he would dress as a boy for school, but that the nappy would be on and Melanie or his sister would change him. She would make sure he had to ask for it, in front of all her friends. She had never before experienced such power over someone, and it made her hungry for more.
“Melanie, can you come down please” she heard her mum shout.
She leapt off the bed “coming!”. She headed down the stairs and into the living room.
“Hi Mel, I heard you and Melissa enjoyed your weekend with Aileen and her son an daughter” her mother said.
“er, yes, it was great. Ms. MacDonald was very kind to invite us”, she said carefully, wondering what was coming.
“I’ve heard of Aileen’s unusual disciplinary method with her so, and she has told me you have been such a help to her. In fact crucial, she said”
“That’s kind of her, but, really, it’s no bother” worried that her mother was going to somehow stop her involvement.
“Well, I’m please that you have been so helpful, in fact, it gave me some ideas about life in here. You know how much trouble the boys can be?”
“Yes, I know, mum, I’ve seen you at your wits end” said Melanie.
“That’s right, I have been, and I wonder if you could help me out in that respect?”
“How could I do that, mum?” she said, starting to get excited.
“Well, I’ve heard that you spank Aileen’s son, I wonder if you would do it to your brothers as well? I spanked Colin yesterday, but if he got spanked by his sister, well, that would be so much more embarrassing.”
“I’ll do anything to help, you know that, mum”
“Good, I was afraid you wouldn’t want to, after all the work with the MacDonald’s. I’ll tell the two of them tonight that you have authority,”
Later, Melanie met Susan in town and told her the latest over coffee. Susan seemed quite pleased for her in a funny way. Melanie, of course, had some plans involving little Angie, and had had them for some time. She had not fully worked them out yet, but she almost told his sister, as she didn’t think it would shock her now. She seemed as taken with the whole baby Angie thing as she herself was. She thought about it, but decided to wait till she could work out the details.
She went to bed that night one very contented girl. The next night her two brother’s went to bed with very sore bottoms, courtesy of their sister.
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Oh i see Mel i getting to enjoy her new found authority over boys, her mum allowing her to spank them. I wonder if that will continue further like baby Angie.
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Part 11 – School Days
Angie was now a boy again, at least for school. One needs an education you know, or so his mother and sister said. It was a relief to be out of the girls outfits, but having to wear a nappy to school was a real downer. Plus the minute he got home, it was straight back into girl’s clothes, no matter what.
Melanie and his sister checked up on him all the time and the consequences of a sneaky trip to the bathroom would be a very public bare bottomed spanking by either of them, or both. The thing was, he had wet himself and was walking around with a wet nappy. What he had to do was find whichever one of his sister or Melanie was alone, and ask to be changed. This was difficult as they were popular and always seemed to be surrounded by other girls. How could he get one of them alone so that he wouldn’t have to endure a public nappy change?
It was break time but that would only last another 15 minutes, and he was running out of time. If he didn’t get changed then it would be a wet nappy right through physics and chemistry. He couldn’t bear the thought of that but couldn’t bear the thought of his sister or Melanie changing him either. What to do? He wandered through the corridors, and looked into one of the form rooms, where his sister often hung out and couldn’t believe his luck.
There, framed against the far window, was Melanie, and all alone. Now was his chance! He quickly stepped into the room, only to be horrified at the sight of four girls, at the far end of the room, seated down, where he couldn’t see them from the outside. He tried to retreat but -
“What do you want?” asked Melanie
“Er, nothing” He said, feeling for the door behind him.
Melanie smiled “Stop! Stay where you are. Wait a minute; have you wet your nappy? Don’t fib now, boys who fib get their bottoms smacked”
He blushed bright red “Yes”
“No problem! I’ll change you, but you have to ask properly”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You have to tell me that you are just a little boy, who has wet his nappy, and then say “please Miss Melanie, can you change me” Go on.”
He stood still and blushed even redder.
“If you don’t say it, you’ll be over my knee, nappy down, bot smacked, then put straight back in that wet nappy”
“OK, OK” he said
“Go on then – “I’m a little...”” she said rolling her arm round and round
Still he stood there. She put her leg up on a stool, and started to unbuckle her sandal.
“Are you really going to be naughty?” she asked “This sandal will really make your bottom red”
He heard giggles from his left. A voice piped up “Go on, Mel, smack his bottom!”
“You have 5 seconds”, she said “5, 4, 3,....”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
“Good boy! Again!”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
“Again”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
She buckled her shoe up again, to a groan of disappointment from the other girls. “Of course I can, lie on this desk. Don’t fidget”
He lay down on the indicated desk and covered his face, horrified at having his nappy changed in front of the girls. Such sensitivities were, of course, nothing to Melanie. She still loved the power she had over him. She made sure that the nappy change took as long as possible, especially at the baby powder stage when she took great and exaggerated care to sprinkle it everywhere.
Ian just lay there and thought of his future.
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to be changed at school would be so humiliating especially in front of those other girls.
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Part 11 - The big job offer
Aileen MacDonald, looked at the letter in her hand with a mixture of surprise, elation and even a little worry. She had been offered the job! She didn't think she had even done that well at the interview. During that morning she had had to spank Ian/Angie again as he had been particularly rebellious, and her mind was still going six to the dozen, even during the interview. Yet, She got the job!
She knew when she first applied, however, that getting the job would bring it's own problems. It was in New Zealand. Her children were at a crucial stage with their education. Her daughter was sitting her A levels in about six months and her son (or her other daughter she mused) would be the same for his/her O levels. She couldn't really take them to a new school, a new education system and a new country right now. Yet the requirements of the job were that she had to begin in no more than two months. What to do, she thought. Well there would be little point talking it over with that brat of a son. No solution would come of that. What about Susan?
Later
"Wow, mum, that's great. You must be pleased"
"Well, of course, but what about you two and your education?" Aileen replied, "This is a crucial year. It could determine and define your whole futures. I can't take you over to New Zealand right now."
"Well, don't then." her daughter replied, " Leave us here. Once the exams are past we can then come out and join you. I'm old enough and sensible enough to manage"
"What about your brother? He definitely isn't!"
"Mum, I'm already in charge of him. Let's see now. I dress him, undress him, change his nappies, feed him, bathe him. I'm already almost a second "mummy" to him"
"Yes, OK, but you only assist me. It would then be down to you full time. What about revision for the exams. How would you find the time?"
"Maybe the two Mels can help with that." Susan suggested.
"Well, that would help and they are certainly responsible, but there's another problem."
"What's that mum?" Susan asked
"We don't have unlimited money, and while the job is well paid, property prices in New Zealand are higher than here. I'd have to sell the house in order to afford one there. Where would you live?"
"Look mum, Melanie's my best friend. When her father ran off, the settlement meant that they all live in that huge house. Even though there's five of them, there's still three spare rooms. I know that one is used as an office for her mother, but that leaves two, one for each of us."
"You're presuming that they will be alright with that solution"
"I'm not, but leave it to me. I'll speak to Melanie and her mother"
"What a helpful daughter I've got" Thought Ms. MacDonald.
Melanie was stunned. She'd just had her dream scenario, one she couldn't think how to pull off, fall into her lap! She'd just got off the phone with Susan. All she had to do was persaude her mum, and she didn't think that would be hard. Then Susan and Ian/Angie would be over here. It would soon be Angie and not Ian/Angie, she thought. Those spare rooms would need converting. So might as well convert one to a full nursery! Of course it would perhaps be time limited, but perhaps not. Angie would be getting put to bed in a little girls nightie, a nappy and with a well smacked bottom, every night!
Oh well! No time like the present. She went downstairs and into the living room "Mum, have you got a few minutes?"
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Thank you for a delightful first story. I hope you will continue with the life of Ian/Angie now he appears to be almost completely babyfied. Like others I would like to see Him/Her wearing the thick cloth(terry) nappies and those pretty frilly/ruffled baby knickers. Perhaps completely turned into a baby girl, lovely curly hairdo, pierced ears, eyebrows plucked and lovely pink lipstick and nails painted pink? heres hoping and once again thank you.