Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Frank stood red faced as his wife Mary inspected the front of his best dress trousers. She tut tutted as she saw the damp spot on their crotch where he had dribbled after having just been for a pee. My God Frank not again she yelled at him, every time we are going somewhere important you do this. It's like living with a child not a supposed to be fully grown man.
Frank was just about try and defend himself from her attack when the living room door burst open and his step daughter coming bouncing into the room. What's all the shouting about mum she asked, adding the whole street can hear you. Mary trying to calm herself before answering says " oh sorry Jane dear for disturbing you but it's this one here it seems he can't even take a piss these days without wetting his knickers and trousers, honestly a child would make less mess. We are going to meet Joan and her husband Bert for lunch and now because of daddy pissy panties here we are going to late. It wouldn't be so bad if it was a one of but it's happening all the time recently it seems. All his underwear have pee stain, honestly Jane if it continues I am considering buying him a nappy bucket to soak his undies in " she chuckles.
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Jane giggles as she looks her step father up and down. She thinks of the times he has spoken harshly to her and also how he did his best to humiliate her in front of her mother and friends. She wants to grasp this chance to repay him and let him be the one being humiliated. She shifts her gaze to her mother " I couldn't help over hearing you say mother how daddy had been acting childish by wetting his pants but even children do their best to stay dry and clean themselves properly. If you ask me he is acting more like a toddler, no better than a 2 year old in fact. Maybe as well as his nappy bucket little Frank here needs a grown up to take him to the potty and help him clean himself properly afterwards " she laughs.
Frank has heard enough and he raged back at the 2 women " don't speak to me that way in my own house, I won't have it do you hear me. It was a simple accident nothing more than that. "
Mary laughs at him again " look Jane he is having a temper tantrum but I suppose it's to be expected from a big toddler like him. "
She looks over at him " I want you to go upstairs now and change your undies and trousers as you have made us late enough already. Do you think you can manage that on your own or do you need a grown up to help you? " Trying his best not lose his temper or show weakness he retorts " I will be more than able to do it myself thank you. "
He leaves the living room as he going he sees Jane talking in a low voice to Mary. As he reaches the top of the stairs Mary calls up to him " come down in just your underpants dear and bring a clean pair of trousers with you. Make sure there briefs and not boxer shorts sweety. "
He goes into the master bedroom and quickly changes out of his damp undies. He selects a pair of white briefs and puts them on. He picks a clean pair of trousers as he does so he wonder why she told him not to put them on but bring them with him instead.
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Frank is livid by the time he reaches their bedroom. He searches in the wardrobe till he finds a suitable pair of dark dress trousers. Laying them on the bed he opens his drawer and pulls out a clean pair of black boxers. He then quickly changes out of his damp trousers and undies before slipping on his boxers. They feel good after getting out of damp things.
He picks up his trousers not happy about having Jane see him in just his undies but also wary knowing how angry Mary seemed to be earlier. On entering the living room he sees both women turn to face him " what are you doing wearing boxer shorts asks Mary, I expected you to be wearing a pair briefs. So get your butt back up those stairs and get some briefs on now and be quick about it. He stood for a moment in shock before scurrying quickly back up the stairs.
Once in the bedroom he quickly picked out a pair of briefs and changed out of his boxers into them. He couldn't understand why Mary was treating him this way especially in front of her brat of a daughter. He had given up long ago trying to get along with Jane as it was obvious to everyone the girl just didn't like him.
He was jolted out of his daydream by the sound of Jane calling up to him " what's taking so long up there little Mr Pissy panties, does you need mummy to come up and change you? "
He now was really angry but answered as calmly as he could under the circ-umstances " I am just coming please don't speak to me like that. You need to start treating me with a bit more respect young lady. " He then headed back to the living room not sure what his wife's plan for him was.
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Hi, I hope you continue this story. It will be interesting to see what the ladies have in store for him
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Walking into the living room I see Jane and my wife exchange looks which makes me feel uneasy. Jane looks me up and down saying " I have something here daddy to help with your little problem. So lets just undo your belt and trousers and we will soon have you fixed up. "
Before I can say a word she has my trousers and underpants down and she begins to giggle, if that's all he has to work with mum no wonder you bought yourself some bedroom toys. I have seen bigger on little boys I have babysat.
My wife laughs and agrees with her which just makes me mad " how dare you speak to me like that you have no right to. I am your step father and demand respect God dammit. "
She ignores me and instead shows me what she has been holding in her hand " this is going to be put in your undies little pee pee panties to soak up your dribbles. In case your not sure what it is then let me explain it to you. This is a feminine hygiene pad which will be attached to your knickers to soak up the dribbles. You will be expected to change them when wet so you need to carry spares. Oh and I think it's best that from now on you sit to pee. "
She moves forward and presses the pad into my undies before pulling them up my legs and snapping the waist band into place. My face scarlett and with my trousers still round my ankles I shout at her " how dare you you bitch, I won't wear it, nor will I be sitting like a woman to piss. I am a man and like all men I will piss standing up. "
My wife slaps my face hard telling me " you will do as your told, if you dribble like a child then you will be treated like one. If you don't like the pad I am sure we can find something more appropriate for you. Would you rather be in a nappy and plastic panties? It can be arranged you know. I will get you a potty and start to potty train you all over again. Imagine having to ask Jane or myself to help you go potty. The more I think about it the more the idea appeals to me " she laughs while enjoying my humiliation.
By now I am squirming in shame at how I am being treated. I know my wife and know she wouldn't hesitate to carry out her threat. Blushing I beg her not to shame like this but it's no use she is pulling up my trousers and tightening my belt. I beg her not to take me out like this. My pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears as she gets ready to leave.
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I was wondering if anyone out there thinks this story is worth carrying on?
I will add to it if there is interest in it.
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Hi, I’d love if you could continue this story. All of your stories are absolutely wonderful. xx
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Thanks baby Samantha then within the next few days I will add to this story.
Thanks for your encouraging words I appreciate them very much.
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Good story. Please continue.
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I love were this stoy seems to be going please write more
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Mary is gathering her things together as I put my dress jacket on and now we are all ready to go out to dinner with our friends. I say our friends but being honest it's more that Mary and Joan who are friend's myself and Bert just tag along.
We are just about out the door when Jane runs after us. In her hand she has yet another one of the big embarrassing pads " mum you maybe better take a spare pad in case little Frankie has an accident while your out. Since he doesn't have a diaper bag or his own handbag I thought you might put it in your one for him " she giggles.
Mary plays along with her seemingly enjoying my humiliation " thanks dear yes that's a good idea you must always be prepared when it comes to matters like this. It might be an idea to get little Frankie his own handbag/diaperbag if his dribbling continues. " She takes the pad from Jane and pops it in her bag. They both laugh as I blush Mary then tells me to come on as we have wasted enough time already.
When we get to the car she jumps into the drivers seat saying " I may as well drive as you will probably want to have a drink tonight during the meal but be warned you better not dribble in your pad if and when you go to the loo. I am warning you I will be checking later as I am sick and tired of you having piss stains on your pants and trousers. It's got to stop or drastic measures are going to have to be introduced to help you stop.
Do you understand Frank we can't go on like this? "
I shake my head " for God sake Mary it doesn't happen that often. I don't do it on purpose it's an accident and it happens to lots of men. And while we are on the subject if you think I am going to wear this pad thing all night you are very much mistaken. As soon as we get to the restaurant I am going straight to the gents and taking it out of my pants. "
She taps the steering wheel and I can see she is angry and frustrated " well if you do and later you have one of you frequent accidents I will make you suffer believe me.
I will make sure everyone round about us knows, as I will point it out. Also I will tell Jane about what her naughty little step daddy did. Is that what you want honey is it? " You know I think she would love to help me potty train you again. Would you benefit from potty training Frankie do you think? "
No I bloody wouldn't benefit from it. Look I will wear the pad tonight but that's it. Tomorrow this nonsense stops, there will be no more pads and that's final. We will also sit Jane down and tell her in no uncertain terms that she is only a child a teenager and she is to start treating me with more respect.
I am not putting up with any more of her cheek and nonsense.
As my rant draws to close I see we have arrived at the restaurant. Mary parks the car and looking at me she sighs " we shall see dear. Now let's go in and meet our friends and enjoy the night. And for goodness sake Frankie try and be a good boy for me tonight please. "
With her words running round in my head we exit the car and head in to the building.
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Another wonderful story thank you
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Yes please continue this story! I cannot wait to see how it develops!
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I’m loving ever l where this story is going. It might be taking its time but the best things are always worth waiting for - just hope we don’t have to wait too much longer. xx
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I will add to it within the next few days baby Samantha sorry for the delay been busy lately. I have a few ideas for this one.
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Great start. I do like the realistic theme, so man guys of that age have dribble problems. Having to get up at night to do a pee waking a long suffering wife up ever time !!!. Then to make matters worse dribbling during the dayonly to expect his wife to wash his pissy skid marked pants.No wonder the wife in your story is taking matters in to her own hands. i would mot suppries me if the if the dirty hubby has be looking at filth on the internet as well !! I am sure wife and daughter will have lots of humiliations in store, oh my he will feel silly if hasto be potty trained again. Having to ask his step daughter for the potty and her overseeeig his efforts !!
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Once we enter the restaurant I see that Bert and the wife have already arrived and are already seated. The waitress shows myself and Mary to our seats. The waitress asks if we would like any drinks and before I get a chance to reply Mary takes over and orders a beer for me glass of non alcoholic wine for herself.
When the waitress leaves Mary apologises for our being late to Joan and then much to my embarrassment explains about my little accident. Joan giggles at my expense and I feel my face flush as she tells Mary " oh I have had the same problem on occasion with Bert but thankfully not so often as to be a problem. "
Mary nods " well with Frank here it happens on a daily basis and to be honest Joan I am getting fed up with it. It is like living with an adult toddler. He dribbles in his underpants and he doesn't even bother these days to wipe himself properly. It's got so bad that when doing his laundry I have started to use Napisan to wash his peed and poopy underwear. Well it's what I used to wash Janes terry nappies in years ago so I now use it on his undies. "
I am mortified to be being discussed like this and I can see Bert is embarrassed for me but Mary and Joan seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. Whilst all of this was being discussed the waitress turned up with our drinks and took our order. I decided to have the spaghetti Bolognese as it's my favourite meal and after the day I have had I thought I deserved it.
I took a big swig out of my beer glass and it tasted great. It was lovely and cold and it certainly hit the spot. Attempting to change the subject I ask Bert how he has been to which he replies he has been well and that work and his health have been good lately. Taking another drink from my glass I drain it and ask the waitress for another round of drinks for the table.
Mary gives me one of her hard states " don't you think you should take it easy with the beer love. We wouldn't want you wetting your pad would we? " Blushing I tell her " don't you worry about me sweetie I can handle my drink, I have never had a problem handling my beer before and I won't now. "
Our meal arrives and we start to eat Joan asks Mary " so what's this about a pad Mary, what kind of pad does Frank have on? " Before Mary gets a chance to reply I splutter " Mary I forbid you to discuss my private business in public. It's a private matter which I intend to resolve tomorrow as I explained earlier. "
I put a big fork full of Bolognese in my mouth and without noticing a large dollop of it falls onto my new shirt. Mary clears her throat " firstly Frank I will talk to my friend about anything I choose. Secondly have you seen the state of your new shirt it is splattered in Bolognese sauce. It's probably ruined I doubt I will be able to get them stains out. "
As the waitress passes our table Mary calls her over. The girl arrives and asks how can she be of service. My wife asks her if the restaurant has such a thing as a large cloth napkin instead of the normal paper ones. The waitress confirms they do have them but they don't use them very often. Mary asks if it could be possible to bring me one and at the same time bring more drinks for the table. The girl nods and goes to carry out Mary's instructions.
She then turns to Joan " in answer to your question Joan the type of pad my husband is wearing is a maxi pad sanitary towel to deal with his dribbling. " On hearing this Joan laughs out loud and I notice even Bert has a grin on his face which just makes me more angry. I gulp down more of my beer and complain to Mary she is going to far.
Joan looks at me saying " rather than having a tantrum you should be thanking your wife for trying to help you deal with your obvious problem. "
Mary is busy rooting through her handbag as Joan chastised me. Mary then announces " ah there it is I thought I had one in here. "
I have no idea what she has found but I am soon going to find out much to my shame. The waitress arrived back and gives everyone their drinks. She then hands me the white napkin and leaves the table. Mary gets up from her seat and makes her way over to mine. Taking the napkin from me she folds it into a triangle shape and before I realise what's she is about to do she puts it round my neck like a bib and pins it with a safety pin behind my neck.
There we go she says that ought to save you spilling anything else down your front. I demand she takes it off me right now as people from other tables are starting to notice and stare at me.
Mary just chuckles saying " if your going to eat and act like a toddler I will treat you like one. If you carry on having a tantrum I will get that nice young lady to bring you a sippy cup for your drink. Would you like me to ask her for one Frank? Blushing again I tell no I wouldn't like that at all.I
She smiles " well then be a good boy and eat all your dinner up whilst us grown ups chat. " Mortified I eat the rest of my meal while they chat amongst themselves. A few more sauce stains find there way onto my make shift bib. Joan notices and remarks " maybe you should buy him some bibs for home Mary he sure is a messy eater. "
Mary agrees with her and they both laugh. With the meal over Mary unpins the napkin and thanks Joan and Bert for a nice evening. Joan says that we must all catch up again soon to which Mary agrees.
Before leaving I tell Mary I would like to use the facilities as I need a wee. Mary asks if I need a fresh pad, which she is not discreet about saying. Instead she announces it quite loudly. I blush telling her that no it won't be necessary. She then tells me to go but not to take all night about it. She says she will take care of the bill till I get back.
I enter the Gents and once in there I go to the urinal. When I put my hand in boxers I feel the pad inside them. My anger at my treatment tonight starts to boil over and I pull the pad out of my undies and through it in the bin in disgust.
Standing at the urinal I feel myself swaying a little because of the alcohol I have drunk tonight. When I finish I feel my boxers are a little damp and there are stains on the crotch my trousers.
I am dreading leaving the toilet but know I can't hide in here forever. Slowly I make my way out and find Mary waiting on me. Joan is chatting with her but when she sees me her eyes go directly to my crotch. On seeing the damp patch on my pants she exploded " this is the final straw as of now there are going to be big changes. That's the second pair of pants you have wet in just a few hours, you just can't be trusted to stay dry. "
She takes my arm and marches me with Joan and Bert behind us over to our car. She tells me to stand beside the car as she retrieves something from the boot. She opens the back door of the car and places a big bit of plastic onto the back seat.
She tells me to get in and sit on the plastic. I complain that I want to sit in the front and don't want to sit on a plastic sheet all the way home. Grabbing me by the ear she pushes me into the seat and buckles me in. With me still complaining she takes my right hand and forces my thumb into my mouth telling me to sit still and be quiet. She tells me she doesn't want to hear my voice all the way home so I am to suc-k my thumb whilst she says goodnight to the other adults.
She then puts the child safety locks on and shuts the car door. I can see her chatting with Joan and Bert but can't hear what's being said.
A few minutes later she gets in the car and without saying a word to me we start the drive home.I
TBC
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Nice chapter I love the slow burn. Good that it wriiten in a realistic format and is very beleiveable paticuarly for older men who have dribbling issues. First real todders humilation having to suc-k his thumb. I can see real fear in hubby about what he can expect when they arrive home.May be a nappy for night times why be the order of the day or a spanking
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Outstanding! Writing at the highest level. I’ll not make suggestions because you are clearly in command!
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This is was a slow burner to start with but you could sense where it was going and things look to be getting a lot worse (goody) for Daddy - can’t wait for more xx
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I know your busy but please take time to give us an update before everyone gets really busy with all that before Christmas confusion
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I will get something written in the next couple of days, honestly I will. I have just been busy lately in RL.
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Once we are on the move I attempt to remove my thumb from my mouth to complain about how Mary is treating me she is watching me through the interior mirror and even before my thumb is completely out she growls at me " don't even think about it. Get that thumb back in or I swear I will stop this car and drag you out and pull you over my knee and give you a bare bottom spanking right by the roadside.
Just think how embarrassing that will be as this is a busy road and I am sure people would enjoy the spectacle of a supposedly grown man getting spanked by his wife. And if anyone asks I will not hold back in letting them know why your being chastised. Your choice little man. "
I feel my face flush red with embarrassment but keep my thumb firmly wedged in my mouth. The thought of being shamed like that is just to much. Sniffling I attempt to apologise " pwease Mary I amth sorry. Pwease don't shame me like this. I promise I won't dribble again. "
She laughs " oh believe me little Frankie I know you won't dribble again because once we are home I am going to be taking care of all your potty arrangements. Luckily for you my daughter Jane is going to be a great help in your potty training.
Your position in the household is about to shift from being top of the tree to the absolute bottom. You've had your last chance to be the man of the house, now we're going to try something completely different. "
When she has finished lecturing me we are just about to turn into our street. She brings the car to a halt and parks. Getting out of the car she opens my door and pulls me out by my hand " little Frankie bring your plastic sheet with you and keep hold of mummy by the handie that's a good boy. "
I am mortified and worry that someone might have over heard her. I rush inside once she unlocks the door. On reaching the living room she is right behind me, I can feel her breath on my neck. She takes the plastic sheet from me and spreads it out on the floor. Next she unbuckles my trousers saying " let's get my little man out of these grown up trousers. "
She pulls my trousers down and makes me step out of them. I am totally humiliated and start to argue about my treatment by her. She just forces me down onto the plastic sheet at the same time putting my thumb once again in my mouth.
Looking up at her whilst sitting in my now really damp underwear and suc-king my thumb I begin once more to complain loudly. Jane comes into the room takes one look at me and dissolves into a fit of laughter " what's going on now mum " she asks?
Mary tells her matter of factly " as you know we tried helping your little step daddy earlier and you kindly come up with a plan to save his embarrassment. But as you can see he totally ignored our help and advice and once again wet himself. Not only that Jane but he spilled about half his lunch down his shirt in the restaurant. It was so embarrassing for me and my friends in fact I even had to make him a cloth bib.
Well I have had enough so he is going to be retrained to use the potty like a big boy just as you suggested. I will need your help Jane so I hope your up for it. "
Jane grins " of course mum I would love to help just tell me what you want me to do. "
Mary laughs " well first things first I need to pop to the chemist store to pick up a couple of things. If you could daddysit whilst I am doing that then that would be a good start. Oh and while I am out could you look out the big white bath sheets for me. I had an idea they could be used to make a few nice big soft nappies for little Frankie to begin his training. What do you think Jane? "Trying
T.B.C.
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WOW - the tables are really turning now for Daddy or is it now Little Frankie? Can’t wait to read more x
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Excellent development in this captivating story. Thank you.
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Jane is howling with laughter at my predicament " mum I think it's a wonderful idea and long overdue. Daddy here has had this coming for a very long time and I will be only to happy to keep an eye on daddy and to help in any way I can. "
Mary smiles at her while I sit here on the floor listening in disbelief as they discuss me as if I am not even in the room. Mary interrupts my chain of thought by telling Jane " that's wonderful Jane I knew I could depend on you darling. Jane dear I think we should start as we mean to go on.
So from now until little Frankie can show us he can keep his knickers clean like an adult then he doesn't deserve to be treated like one.
So I don't think he deserves the title of daddy. I mean a daddy is a grown up male. Someone who is potty trained and mature.
And as Frankie here isn't and has no better toilet training than a two year old then that's how he should be spoken to and treated. "
I can't believe my wife is trying to humiliate me like this in front of her brat of a daughter. My temper gets the better of me and I explode " for goodness sake Mary this nonsense has gone far enough. I refuse to be treated this way so let's put an end to all this silliness and I will forgive you for trying to embarrass me. "
Just as I finished my rant Mary leaned down with her bosom level with my face she gave me two hard smacks with her hand on the inside of each inner thigh. They really stung and I was shocked and in pain " who gave you permission to speak mister? You were told to keep your thumb in your mouth and suc-k on it whilst us grown ups talked. Seems you can't even follow simple instructions but you will learn that when mummy or any grown up tells you to do something you best do it.
If you don't I can see a lot of spankings in your future. Can you imagine Frankie being put over my knee and spanked on your bare bottom like the child you are? "
I shake my head and feel my face burning and flushed as Mary shames me. My thighs are stinging as I once more feeling totally defeated put my thumb in my mouth. Mary smiles seeing this " much better little one. I think mummy should buy you a few nice pacifiers to suc-k on. But don't worry you can still suc-k your thumb as well as we know you love to have it in your mouth. "
Jane notices me squirming a little on my plastic bag that I am sitting on " what's that matter little one. Why are you wriggling about so much, do you need to go potty? Does the little man need to go pee pee? "
I actually do need to have a piss. I think it's a combination of the alcohol I drunk earlier and the shock of being spanked by Mary. Blushing I admit " yes I need to use the bathroom, so if you excuse me I will just nip to it " I say with my thumb still lodged in my mouth.
Mary and Jane both laugh as I finish talking. Mary composes herself " look Frankie I dont think you get it so let me explain it to you in simple terms that even someone as childish as you can understand, you need to ask a grown up when you need to go potty. One of us will take you and supervise you.
Now as we haven't got your new potty yet you will have to use the big boy potty. So to keep you safe one of us will take you. Once we get your own potty we will help you pull down your panties and sit you on it. Doesn't that sound better than having pee peed knickers on all the time? "
I shake my head in disbelief surely she can't be serious she wouldn't go that far it's just ridiculous. Just as I convince myself it's all a bad joke Jane says " I will take little Frankie to go pot pot mum. You can go get the supplies from the chemist that we need. "
Mary agrees and blows me a kiss saying " mummy will be back soon little man. " She leaves and Jane grabs me by the hand. Once on my feet she giggles " right let's go potty little man. "
T.B.C.
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I hope this wonderful story will continue. Can’t wait to see how far little Frankie will regress.
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This is my favourite story at the moment!
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Once Mary is out of the door Jane reaches down and takes me by the hand to pull me to my feet. Grinning at me she explains now I want you to be a good little boy and come with me so I can potty you and put you in clean panties. Sitting in wet knickers isn't good as you might get a nappy rash and we wouldn't want that would we?
My temper is raging and knowing Mary is no longer in the house I decide that I am not going to put up with nonsense any longer. How dare Jane treat me no better than a child. I decide she needs to understand I am the adult and I am the one who will call the shots not her.
Looking her directly in the eye I tell her firmly " Jane enough of your nonsense, this stops right now I am your father and I demand you show me the respect I am due. You may think your all grown up but your not to old to go over my knee for a good spanking young lady. "
Without saying a word and still holding me by hand she spins me round so we are face to face " firstly little Frankie what did mum tell you before she left? " Before I get a chance to say a word she carries on berating me " she told you to keep suc-king your thumb didn't she. Now I need to hold you by the handie pandie whilst taking you to potty but your free handie allows you to suc-k your thumb. So that's what you will do or do you need to your big sister or mummy to remind you with a spanked bottom? Yes that's right Frankie any spanking to be done in this house won't be being done by you. You will be the one with a hot bottom as your spankings will be on your bare bottie. "
She proceeds to give me two hard slaps on my ass before directing my thumb back towards my mouth " open your mouth and start suc-king babykins or do you want another slap. " I shake my head as my bottom tingles after being swatted.
Before I know it I am suc-king on my thumb and being dragged towards the toilet. When we get in the toilet she wastes no time on pulling my damp underwear down to my ankles. My face is burning with humiliation and shame as my teenage step daughter looks me up and down before laughing and pointing at my coc-k " is that it is that all your packing little Frankie, oh my poor mum you must be such a disappointment to her. I have babysat real baby boys who give your little package a run for its money. My mother is quite right to be at long last treating you like the toddler you really are. "
She pushes me towards the toilet and I grab my coc-k to start having a pee when slap slap I get another couple of smacks on my ass " what do you think you are doing little one you don't stand to pee like a man when your potty training, you sit on the big toilet and you tell mummy or big sister when your done. Once we get your proper potty it will make it a lot easier for us all babykins. "
She plops me down onto the toilet telling me " now you go tinkle little man whilst I sort out the bath sheets mum mentioned. Mum is going to use them for your night time nappies I think Frankie won't that be nice for you. "
Blushing I protest " I don't wear or need nappies Jane. Your mum wasn't being serious she was just saying that to embarrass me. When she gets home me and Mary will have a talk and sort things out. You shouldn't believe everything your mum says Jane sometimes she take her little jokes to far that's all. "
Jane shakes her head at me " oh you silly little man if that's what you really think then you really are in for a shock. And I don't think you should be calling my mum Mary anymore either. If I were you I would start calling her mummy or you might end up with a severe spanking. "
Whilst she is talking she looks out the bath sheets. They are huge white fluffy bath towels, in fact there enormous. She fluffs them out and gives them a good looking over " I don't hear any tinkeling going on sweetie " she says in a tone usually reserved for when talking to children. With my thumb still planted in my mouth I tell her " because as I told you earlier I don't need to piss you silly girl. "
She gives me a hard stare " little boys don't use naughty words like that Frankie. If you don't want a spanking my advice is for you to speak like your new age group. You can say pee pee or tinkles but not Piss. That's your final warning little one. "
Jane is on her mobile phone she tuts in frustration " phones engaged " she sighs. Jane tells me to stay where I am she will be right back. She leaves the bathroom and I hear her moving about in her bedroom. A few moments later she arrives back with something in her hand but I can't make out what it is.
She goes back on her phone only this time she gets through to whoever she is calling. My bum is starting to go numb as I listen to her conversation. Hi mum how's it going? Yes I was trying to ring you. Oh you were on the phone with gran, how is she?
When I heard this I shuddered, Mary's mother Sadie was not only was my mother in law but also my boss. She runs a hugely successful manufacturing company with not only factories but also stores that sell her goods. She designs and makes female clothing from age one to eighty. She doesn't hide the fact she doesn't like me and doesn't think I am good enough for her daughter. But she did give me a job as the head of her sales department.
Jane was still talking to Mary " the reason I called you mum was to ask you to be sure to buy some proper nappy safety pins you know the big ones. You have oh good. Also could go maybe get a couple of pairs of plastic knickers in case baby's nappy leaks during the night. I have seen some online I will show you later there really cute and babysh but they make them in adult sizes. I thought it might be fun to get him a few pairs. That's great mum. Yes see you soon, love you and then she hung up.
Looking over at me she exclaims " right let's get you sorted before mum gets back, since you obviously aren't going to use the big boy potty. " She stands me up and embarrassingly uses baby wipes on my privates to clean me.
She then picks up what she had gone to her room for " now until we get your proper pull ups and nappies we are going to have to improvise since we don't want you weeing and dribbling all over the house. So we are going to put you in these knickers with a soaker in them for any accidents. "
She shakes out what is in her hand and my mouth falls open in shock. There in her hand was a pair of huge school girl navy blue gym knickers. Worse than that they belonged to Jane. I stammer " no way am I wearing them Jane no bloody way. "
She whacks me twice on each cheek of my ass followed by two more on each of my inner thighs " you will wear them little boy and be quick about it. I wore these yesterday to play hockey in and I haven't had time to launder them yet but they are only a stop gap till your new undies arrive. So come on be a good boy and step into them. First out this little leggy in, good boy and now your other little leggy clever boy " she says as she claps her hands in delight at my shaming.
Just when I thought my step daughter couldn't shame me any more she does exactly that. She pulls the knickers up to my knees then stops. Next she takes a pink hand towel and folds it over a couple of times then places it into the gusset area of the knickers. She then pulls them up as far as they will go on my waist and adjusts the towel inside them. There now she says that will do as a make shift nappy till mummy gets back.
She then takes me back to the living room whilst keeping hold of my hand. I find it strange walking wearing the bulky knickers. She sits me back down on the plastic sheet and puts a toddler programme on tv while we await Mary's return home.
T.B.C?
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Excellent! Most certainly you should continue!
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I am glad you are enjoying the story antonia.
I hope others are to. I hope to continue with it soon.
Any suggestions others might have are welcome.
Thanks again for your encouragement.
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This is getting really interesting for the readers, but maybe not for Frankie...lol
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I hope so and thanks.
If anyone has suggestions please feel free to pass them on.😁
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Proper terry nappies should be purchased with appropriate outer protection.
Having protested his innocence he should be taken on a very long drive to prove that his protection is vital.
Maybe that long drive is to see his mother in law or mother where he will arrive in a very wet nappy
At some stage the reintroduction of his dummy might be appropriate.
Just a few ideas!
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This is definitely my favourite story at the moment. You keep adding surprises that I don't see coming and absolutely love! They turn out better than expected. I don't want to throw any suggestions to not taint your creativity but hope you appreciate this feedback nonetheless :)