Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Book Two.
Chapter One.
BED-TIME ROUTINES & INCONTINENCE LEVELS.
After heartily enjoying all of Mrs Bridges and her staff's scrumptious tea-time offerings all 72 cissy pupils have a nice play period up in their respective Nursery's after they have either had their nappies changed as would the case of all 24 1st year pupils, or in the case of 2nd and 3rd year cissy darlings undergone a routine pottying.
Tea-time is the same set time for all pupils. It commences at 4-45pm and is concluded by 5-15pm. While 2nd and 3rd year pupils are afforded the privilage of taking their tea in the main Dining-hall in company with Miss Grace and all teaching staff as well as all their respective Nannies and Nursery-Nurses, with each 'girl' wearing one of their more faniciful tea-time pinafores over their exceedingly pretty 'best' afternoon frilly frocks and bouffont petticoats, with the 2nd year 'Little Girl's' forced to still endure the mild dose of embarrassment of having a nice lace-frilled baby-bib tied around their necks for added frock protection. Our precious Infant & Toddler 'girls' have their tea up in their Nursery's all safely secured up in their ornate wooden highchairs wearing one of their much more dressy infant bibs in order to protect their beautiful silky baby-frocks from their little babyish spillages.
Feeling all well nourished and hugely thankful to be back in a nice snuggly warm and springy-soft dry nappy for about the tenth time of the day, the darling angels instantly respond with demure lacy curtsies to a nanny's smiled hand-clap directive of- "Right then my pretty baby girls! Kindly go to your little toy-boxes and select one of your 'crying and wetting' pretty dollies? Then make your way over to the play area and settle down in your designated peer groupings?"
"Yeth, Nanny," comes back bright unified chorus's accompined with yet another graciously executed respectfully meaningful curtsies before waddling over to their precious toy-boxes. Their frilly baby-petticoated skirts swished and swirled in sibilant frou-frou about upper thighs with every very pronounced baby-waddling step each cissy took. Their puffy baby-rhumba pantied chubby bottoms wiggled and jaunted so cutely saucily much to their pleased amusement of the adults.
Up in both 1st year Nursery's three groups of four two year old infant girls quite happily immersed their sweet little selves in their dolly playing games for around an hour or so. From a distance a Under-Nanny and a pretty Nursery-Nurse supervised their young charges captivated hour long play-time activities. Meanwhile, up in all the remaining four Nurseries
in the play-area, though not under any supervision all our darling, more mature effeminate 'Little Girls' and 'Young Misses', would be playing nicely together with a favourite doll or doll's of their own chosing. Their much cherished dolly play-time would last a half-hour longer in the case of 2nd year pupils, and an hour longer for the even more senior 'girls'. Though in their case they all have the added luxury in way of mature freedom of either continuing to play with their doll's, or play a suitable board together game like snakes and ladders or a game of ludo etc. Or simply choose to do some needlework or embroidery which they all adore doing and to a very high degree of expertise one should point out.
For our infant pupils doll play-time pursuits end at 6-25pm on the dot. Not that they can see the actual time, for there are no clocks of any description in any Nursery. Nannies and Nursery-Nurses wear a fob-watch on their aprons. Children as young as ours are simply have no reason to know what time of day it actualy is. By all manner of well established nursery-like routines, proceedures and rituals alone is what governs time from their perspective. All they are aware of is the juvenile hour of their actual staggered bed-times and the harsh fact that their bed-time preperations begin precisely one hour prior to being put to bed in their lovely cosy baby-cribs.
Even in the case of 2nd and 3rd year pupils they are fully aware that at their designated pre bed-time hour long routines marks the time of day when they to very much find themselves being dressed and treated as babies! It is to their huge credit that they all readily accept the fact that they will be put back into nappies and baby pants for the night, and while the routines which govern their pre bed-time do have marked differances between their status levels both 2nd and 3rd year pupils share one common and important fact. Namely, that they are strictly forbidden to leave their cots at any time during the night. Hence, should at any stage over the course of the night they might wake up with a growing urge to urinate, then it is their solemn duty not to even prolong their needs to void urine. Quite simply their duty is to relax their bladder muscles and wet their nappies. Do they always wet their shaming baby nappies during the night? No, not always is the truthful answer in the case of our 3rd year pupils. But yes, in the case of 2nd year cissies and they will all still do so while sound asleep right up until the last quarter of the second term. Only then will steps be taken to begin curing them of their night-time bladder incontinence 'unfortunate' embarassing ailments! An affliction we at the school have naturally brought about in the case of every pupil when he arrives. Though one should point out, that while the methods we have inflicted upon our quite unsuspecting cissies to cause his degree of nappy dependency are most effective. There are a small number of pupils currently residing in a 1st year nursery who already had a incontinence 'problem' of the bed-wetting' type! Indeed, there are some three or four boys in each of the 2nd and 3rd year nursery's with quite long histories of 'bed-wetting' ailments!
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It takes little more than a couple of weeks for a new 1st year pupil with no previous history of bed-wetting which has either cleared up completely by the time he arrives here, or still unfortunately haunts the poor child, to become bladder incontinent to the stage managed degree of severity where by the youth becomes virtually nappy dependant.
All it took to render 'Baby Pauline' nappy dependant were controlled dosages of a diuretic pill and a bladder muscle relaxent being added to his routine baby-bottle-feedings over the course of a two week period. Naturally he, like any other new boy shed bitter tears of mortified devastation upon having to come to terms with the glaring fact that he now very much required all the protection his horrid nappies and plastic baby pants offered! But, like all those before him he bravely managed to overcome the trauma of it all over the ensuing week or so to the extent that he has more or less resigned himself of his dreadful affliction. Besides what is the point of keep on heaping distress upon himself while still struggling to come to terms with the overal awful situation he is in of being dressed and treated as a two year baby girl!
New pupils are utterly clueless that the traumatic arrival of their dreadful enuresis 'problems' was simply not of their own doing! From their view point they attach all blame on two quite understandable and true facts. Firstly, by being forced to wear humiliating nappies and denied all rights other than to use them for their daily and nightly 'wettings'. And when it comes to the increase in frequency with which they now need to helplessly empty their weakened bladders, the poor unsuspecting dears lay blame solely at the door of the amount of fluids they are forced to take on board every day by way of their baby-bottle-feedings! Both these factors our hapless cissy baby girls have come to naturally conclude as being the reason for their deeply embarrassing 'bladder problems' have indeed, as one hoped it would in their eyes played their part in achieving the degree of incontinence we want. But it's part was only a small and quite insignificant one in the initial overal scheme of things. It was the diutretic and the muscle relaxent which had done the main work in both the case of a previously non bed-wetting youth and one already still with the embarrassing ailment, or a boy with previous medical history of it. In both the latter cases, all this meant is that the diuretic and muscle relaxent indusements we implimented worked much faster than in the case of all the rest.
In all three cases the net result of a 1st year pupils devastating demise into nappy dependancy is this: No longer is it necessary to use a diuretic and a bladder muscle relaxent powdered potion, as the current state of their weakened and damaged bladders is to the achieved levels of both day wake and day sleep levels, as well as in night-time sleep levels. Purely by the controlled number of bottle-feedings they are given from the time they wake up around 7-00am to their taking of the final one of the day just before their infantile bed-time of 7-30pm, each child is now nappy dependant to these degree's of severity: At night when sound asleep all of them will helplessly give their extra-thick and absorbent night-time terry-cloth nappies three to four copious soakings, not counting the extra one it will receive first thing the following morning when the precious darlings awake from their peacefully uninterupted infant slumber. During the taking of their morning and afternoon hour long baby-naps they will wet their day-time nappies twice at the most while fast asleep. Regarding the rest of their day-time nappy wettings, they do still have some small control over their bladders. Only to the degree that there exsists a few fleeting minutes between feeling the initial urge to empty their weakened bladders into their nicely absorbent nappy's before actually doing so!
It's rather amusing on ocassions seeing the strained expressions on their pretty features as they struggle in hapless vain to prolong the inevitable nappy-wetting. These days such intense displays of hopeless struggles are few and far between. Frowns of grimacing despair and pouts of crimson-cheeked shame and despondancy are much more common placed to be found to inform us adults and all their peers in close proximity of the tell-tale expressions of guilt being portrayed whenever one of the poor darlings has just given his nice clean nappy a good warm soaking! The child need not fret so, for not only will he be able to share his mild bout of shaming misery with all the rest of his baby-petticoated peers when they also son wet themselves, if they haven't already, for mirsery enjoys having some company! But he won't, for to long be made to wallow in his sopping-wet state of affairs, which is not to discomforting anyhow, given the absorbent caperbilities of the high quality nappies the school purchases from its supplier in the nearby town. No, fret not our little cissy babies, someone will be attending to your infantile needs just as soon as one is satisified that everyone else requires a nice comforting change of nappy's, which won't be to long in occuring as usual!
It's a school rule that all appiles to both 1st year nurseries that nappy-changes can only commence when all babies are wet. A rule purely put in place for the obvious practical reasoning, namely if we operated along the lines of changing a child every time one of them wet their nappies during the day our band of dedicated Nannies and Nursery-Nurses simply wouldn't have time to get any other work done. How true this is, when one takes into account that every single one of our 24 precious 'Infant & Toddler' teenaged cissy pupils pays a routine visit up on a baby-change-dresser-unit some eight to ten times per day on average! Not counting his first and last visit!
There is one other perfectly sound reason why a infant cissy no longer offers up any undue mis-behaving tokens of trying to prolong giving his nappy a nice warm soaking during all his frequent day-time wettings. Tokens of stubborn resistance, which would not only futile anyway, but would cost him a sound bare-bottom spanking if ever he dared even get caught thinking about attempting any of the following strictly forbidden acts of wilful disobedience, let alone actually ever engage in any of them. He is fully aware that he must never, ever touch himself below the waist about his abdomen. Nor must he ever cross his legs in the disgraceful act of trying to stem the growing tide that is rapidly building up in his tiny bladder muscles! In no way whatsoever is it tolerated for any pupil of any status level to interfere or touch his puerile masculine 'attributes'! Punishment for such a dispicable act will be administered swiftly and painfully.
Yes, a pupil at 2nd and 3rd year cissy status is put into differing situations when he is permitted and fully expected to handle another boys puerile appendages, but never is he allowed to touch his own set of pre-adolescent so hairlessly soft and velvety-smooth set of priceless 'jewels'. And in the case of our effeminately pretty and ever obedient senior cissy boy/girls- The number of situations they all find themselves in when the touching and general handling of another boys 'symbols' arises is rather frequent and comes in many guises as we will discover in due course. In the meantime having covered all there is know about a 1st year pupils present state of awfully embarrassing enuresis and nappy dependancy we will focus our attention back onto their bed-time preperations. Regarding the bladder incontinence 'problems' of 2nd and 3rd year pupils. All will be revealed later.
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The reactions expressed by the infant cissies when a Nanny's commanding hand clapping signifies the end of the play-period is no differant to that of any youngster when bed-time comes around, though in the case of our young wards they are all most careful not to be to vociferous in their gripes and groans of downcast complaint over their insufferably childishly early bed-time of 7-30pm. A time all made to feel even more of an affront to their already deeply injured teenaged pride by the galling fact of all the pre bed-time routines beginning one hour before actually going to bed. However, despite their feebly expressed tokens of complaint they respond with their usual dutiful prompt obedience to their Nanny's instructions to put their precious doll's back in their tox-boxes and quietly go and line up infront of their designated baby-change-dressers of the day forming three groups of four.
In glum-faced silence the three at the front of each queue mechanically raise their arms to allow a waiting Nanny to divest them of their short frilly baby frocks and mound of beribboned and belaced forthy silky baby petties before with their usual effortless ease she will lift her complient wet nappied and frilly baby-pantied charge high up into the air by his arm-pits to gently desposit him down onto the rubberised cushioned surface of the changing-unit where she will first remove his smart, shiny pair of Mary-Jane's and his frilly anklets and his perky taffeta ribbon hairbow before easing him down on his back with gentle persuassion to set about disrobing him of his pee-damp baby-panties and soggy nappy. Having despatched the soiled garments into a waiting nappy-pail she gives his pee-clammy loins and chubby bare-bottom a brisk cleansing with a couple of babyishly perfumed baby-wipes before lifting him down from the changing-table where in the company of the two of his peers just about to be lowered down from the other baby-change-tables they will all hold hands without being prompted to do so and go straight to the bathroom, where already waiting will be both Nursery-Nurses on this occassion and the Head-Nanny.
The carers, having changed out of their crisply stached snowy-white linen aprons into cream rubber ones and having already got each of the three spaciously large and deep sunken oytser-shaped pale pink bath-tubs all prepared greet their hand-holding naked infant charges with doting smiles.
"In you get, babies?" gestures Head-Nanny and while two of the cherubic darlings complied with speedy alarcrity, their peer hesitated, but only very briefly due to failing to escape the playful slap Nanny Johnson gave his plump bottom. Leslie, the 16 year old youth, now Baby Lesley, aged two years and eight months let out a little squeal as he virtually leapt into the steaming hot tub filled with sweet smelling bubbles to join his much more co-opperative peers in shivering deep sighs as they sank beneath the luxurious bubbles.
A minute or so later the next group of three naked hand-holding infant cissies arrived shortly followed by three more and behind them came the last group. And with each bath-tub now with its full compliment of four pupils the round of baby-bathing could commence.
Evening baby-bathings always have a much more relaxed atmosphere about them compared to the pupils morning ones. However, a carers more caringly friendly approach to the proceedings does not stop her tending to making sure all four of her bath-tub sharing giggling charges were got squeaky clean and dainty fresh.
Why, even our precious 'Baby Pauline' has come to rather enjoy his baby-bathings these days, especially his evening one. Oh, the youthfully handsome poppet still sheds bucket loads of crimson-cheeked griping groans of feeble protestation, as do all his young peers. Such childish out-pourings of writhing embarrassment are usually all saved up for the early part of their lovely baby-bathing's. The part where each of them in turn is ordered to stand-up so that a carer can have easy access to the thorough cleansing of their preciously lovely nether-regions. Goodness me, how their little bouts of naked wet body wriggling and high-pitched shrieking shrills sometimes all resemble all the protesting antics one see's being portrayed by any immature little child during bath-time.
By and large though our 24 infant cissies derive more fun and enjoyment from their baby-bathing's than they do shame these days. They soon settle back down once they have overcome all the squirming sense of mild embarassment from having their nether-regions thoroughly cleansed by a well-lathered wash-cloth. Once more savouring the wallowing delights constantly emminating from their bath-tubs richly perfumed and bubbled hot-water their relaxed state increases as quite happily they enage in their ten-minute allotted baby-bath-time play period. Fun play which consists of being given a set of yellow plastic bath duck to play with either on their own or all together. And as much as they all enjoy amusing their darling little selves with their little duckies, they do so simply love just playing with the rich bubbles. My don't they giggle and squeal most girlishly whenever a carer encourages them to blow soapy bubbles of each others cute little button noses! And, of course, being the mere children they are, don't they enjoy making lots of splish-splashes, though such childish antics are quite rightly not allowed to get to out of control!
Seeing our gorgeous pupils having quality time is so rewarding for everyone, pupils including. Daily each pupils defences are constantly being broken down and suppressed to the degree where many of their spirited predudices and inhibitions cease being a concern for them at all.
Everything the school puts into place concerning all pupils Petticoat Discipline Training and Conditioning is geared to the constant eroding and the total eradication of each youths masculine predudices and traits he so foolishly holds. And such curbing and eradicating of traits comes in many differing forms and techniques, though with a shared common goal and that is to replace his silly masculine predudices with ever increasing thoughts and feelings of immature childishness in the case of a 1st year pupil.
A further prime example where even our newest infant pupil has steadily begun to shed some of his ill-conceived youthfully boyish pride and perdudices can be found in how he now reacts whenever he finds himself in a state of nudity. For a while his sense of embarrassment in being reduced to complete nakedness was greatly acute as one would expect! Especially now that he hasn't a single hair left on his youthfully pretty body, other than on his head of course! And his shame intensified by not only being seen naked by his pers, but by seeing them naked to!
No young child has any feelings of modesty whasoever and nor should he or she. And it is this same sense of unashamed childish innocence we vigorously set out to instil upon a petticoated pupil though to a degree where the pupil still feels a trifle embarrassed about his nakedness. From the outset a new pupil is firmly informed that his exceedingly youthfully pretty body no longer belongs to himself! He is told that his blessed body is a thing of such delicate beauty and it now belongs to his betters and his elders to be shown off and admired! To be inspected and examined and be initmately touched and handled and fondled whenever and by ever anyone person or persons deemed to be his better or superior including all girls of any age and any other cissy deemed to be his senior!
Like every pupil before him and just like all those to come, our precious Baby Pauline has been disciplined trained and conditioned and will continue to be so conditioned to think, act and behave with all the innocent traits of unself-consciousness found in any small child whenever he finds himself in a state of partial of complete nakedness! Yes he will still profusely blush at times, but even his squirming bashfullness will afford his betters its displays of amused, appealing prettiness!
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A profusion of sour-faced grumbles greet carers when they instruct their first charges to clamber out of their bath-tubs and as their glistening wet and squeky clean youthful bodies get enveloped in large fluffy bath-towels they glance with acute pangs of envy at their still baby-bath playing peers while their carers commences her pleasing task of rubbing them dry until their drying flesh is soon glowing like pink rosebuds. The cissies squirm and wriggle during their demeaning baby-drying and such playfully childish antics continue when their carers take up huge powder puffs, dipping them into bowls of sweetly fragrant baby-talc to proceed to to dust every inch of their persons not omitting a single mound or crevice of velvety-soft flesh. The cissy darlings forget themselves sufficiently to giggle and squeal as the powder-puff nudges its way along the crevice between their cute bottom cheeks to then swipe away all down between their submissively parted legs and across groins. Their hairlessly-smooth 'little fountain taps' springing into semi-errect states when it to is swiped with a dusty cloud of baby-talc, such rising reations bringing renewed pink blushes to their dimpled features.
Their richly babyishly perfumed baby-bathing and subsequent drying and powdering has each in turn emmitting scents of alluring babyishness from every spore of their peachy-soft and unblemished skin.
It takes less than than ten minutes to get every infant cissy dry and baby-powdered and back into the main section of the nursery where a most charming little event always occurs prior to their infantile night-time nappying and dressing.
Squriming embarrassment begins to wash over every naked cissy as they duly find themsevles being paired off by a couple of Under-Nannies for the little ritual about to befall them once more. Each evening they are paired off with a new cissy partner, where they wil hold hands to then turn and face one another the instant they hear a Nanny's all to familiar hand-clap of command.
"Right then my sweet baby girls!... Kindly curtsy before stepping forward to lovingly embrace each other?"
"That's it babies! Press your tummies and little baby titties all nice and snugg up against one another?... Good girls... Keep your little handy-pandies nicely on one anothers plump bottoms while prettily wriggling your darling bottoms from side-to-side?" she further instructs before adding- "Well done my precious darlings... That's perfect.. Now you may begin to bestow your moist affectionate baby kisses on one anothers cheeks? Remember... Give six soppy baby kisses on each side of your baby darlings pretty face before you look adoringly into each others big sparkling beautiful baby eyes while you purse your lovely ruby lips before planting six more lovely juicy baby kisses on one anothers pretty lips to then give each other one final big soppy-wet kiss which you are to maintain until I clap my hands again?"
To see our infant charges engage in this nightly ritual is yet another of those truly wonderful occassions where ones daily concerted, devoted efforts in transforming a former thorough going and spirited brash and unruly teenaged boy into a darling cissy is amply rewarded!
This nightly routine of exchanging childish kisses and cuddles with one another all goes to further indoctrinate them into thinking themselves as the young children they now are! For all young children unashamedly enjoy being lovingly hugged and kissed by other little children and while our pretty cissies will continue to feel tinges of bashful embarrassment during such moments of childish and naked intimancy with one another, their sense of shame is all mingled with yet again deriving some very profuse feelings of pleasure and joy. Heart-fluttering feelings of a deeply erotic nature comes washing each youth on a daily increasing basis. Feelings the poor darlings are still deeply struggling to understand, yet alone try come to terms with! To a boy, they try with all their inner resolve only to miserably fail in the end to resist and fend off every single one of these erotically pleasing nerve-tingle sensations that frequently overwhelme them on a daily basis.
Whether it's when someone who has just cause to handle their masculine attributes, namely during a routine nappy changing, or during their twice a day baby-bathings, or like their little 'kissing and cuddling' session we so purposely inflict upon them every evening, the result is the same! All 24 'Infant & Toddler' pupils derive pleasurable stimulation to erotically heightened proportions! And there is ample prove to be glorious viewed in this instance when Nanny claps her hand to bring an end to the enchanting 'kissed cuddled' performance. While hot pink blushes continue to transfuse each boys face which expose all their shared feelings of flustered shame, all the pleasure each indeed felt during their passionate embraces was clearly evident in the rather immodest and cutely impudent 'rigid' behaviour of every cissies puerile 'tap' Such brazen displays of 'un-little infant-girl-like' behaviour a sourse of merry amusement among all the carers. Though everyone is always at great pains not to inlfict any cruel teasing taunts on their abashed naked charges. They are simply ushered over to the baby-change-dressers and got readied for their juvenile bed-time as it is now approaching 7-00pm.
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One never tires of seeing our precious 1st year infants express their cissy fondness for one another. Each evening engaging in their childishly cute kissing and cuddling session with a different 'partner' prior to then being nappied and dressed for their juvenile bed-time.
My don't they all still childishly gripe complaints over being put into double thickness night-time terry-cloth nappies and the 'older' boys in particular will often offer up all manner of feeble gestures expressing their outraged dismay whenever they find that a young Nursery-Nurse will be the person attending to their nightly nappying and infant dressing.
Our 18 year old exceedingly pretty Nursey-Nurses stand no nonsence whatsoever from any one of our young charges. A 15 or 16 year old 1st year pupil may well indeed feel much frightfully embarrassed by having his nappy changed by a girl only a couple or so years older than himself than he does when a middle-aged Nanny attends to his infantile wants and needs. However the 'older' cissy knows he is in no position to argue who it is who is going to be attending to any form of his daily babyish needs or requirements, for as far as he and everyone else is concerned his real age is of no importance whatsoever. He, like all his cissy peers are mere two year old babies!
A Nursery-Nurse treats all her young charges the same. If needs be she will not hesitate to assert her authority over an 'older' youth who so foolishly dares to offer up to strongly tokens of complaint when he is instructed to clamber his naked self up onto a baby-dresser. Rebelliously squirm around to much during his night-time nappying, or during another single of his frequent day-time nappy-changing will result in the young rascals being suitably chastised. A good hard slap on the back of their uprasied thighs or on their pliable cute plump bottoms swiftly puts an end to their wriggling protests!
Now lapsing into crushed grim-faced silence, the earlier naughty infant can now be thickly nappied and baby-pantied up for the night. Meekly he joins the three much more co-opperative infants up on their respctive changing-units in nursing on a nice juicy dummy before having his steely-faced Nursery-Nurse slip a nice fluffy-soft extra-thick terry night-time nappy underneath his obediently upraised bare-bottom. All the prolonged soft sighs and pants which then proceed to flow freely from around the rim of his supple baby-soother during the ensuing thorough baby-creaming and powdering betrays all the pleasurable joy he feels admist all qualms of squirming embarrasment.
Every single one of the cissy babies overwhelmed once more with acute pangs of erotic delight coursing through their youthful bodies during their thick night-time nappying. Their velvety-soft miniscule organs responding to cutely throbbing and twitching proportions during their deft baby-creaming and powdering. Just feeling the ticklish effects on having their proffered bottoms liberally sprinkled with sweetly perfumed baby-powder then smoothed over gently with a carers palm creates its own unique brand of erotically sensuous pleasure overwhelming their slender, nubile bodies. Eyes glaze over with pure unashamed joy tinged with acute shame when yet more clouds of baby powder descend over their so hairlessly-smooth groins to be delicately hand-preened deep into their ultra sensitive skin. More carmined pants and shrills flow from their luscious dummy suc-kling ruby lips when the thick folds of their night-time nappy's are pulled up between their submissively out-splayed legs to be stretched snuggly tight across tummies and fastened with two large nappy-pins on each side of their shapely hips. Muttered groans of frustrated complaint are expressed in abundance in failing miserably to bring their knees together. Such a mass of soft bunching about their crotches much more profuse than any found on their fleecy day-time cloth nappies! Hips, tummies, crotches and bottoms all gloriously enlarged to even more puffy proportions when duly covered by their night-time plastic pants. More durable and accomodating baby-pants of a plain, semi-transparent kind made of supple-soft vinyl yet still able to produce sibilant crinkly rustling with each boys slightest of bodily movements, much to their blushing chagrin!
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Each cissy's shame of being deftly fastened into his triple thick night-time nappies and have it duly encased by a pair of ultra puffy plastic pants was made to feel even more galling by constantly being bombarded with baby-like modes of speech by his smug carer. The hapless infant cissy features erupt into hot blushes when his carer takes smirking pleasure in announcing the end of her nimble handiwork by playfully patting the bulging crotch section of his plastic pants while declaring down at him- "There... Baby Pauline is now all nice and wet-proof for the night!"
He can do nothing but vent his flustered chagrin by means of muttering a few feeble grunts of complaint around the rim of his baby-soother when he joins his thickly nappied cissy peers in then being arrayed in his customary bed-time outfit, which for all 1st years pupils, is a lace trimmed stretch terry-cloth footed baby sleeper with padded soles and snap crotch and front fasteners. This particular evening, Paul and his 'little' companions found themselves duly being garbed in indentical pastel yellow cosy sleepersuits with large teddy bear hand-embroidered motif on the left breast pocket. The white rounded collars and elasticated wrists cuffs and around the ankles of the padded soles all had frilled edged eyelet lace threaded with bright yellow baby ribbon tied into cute bows.
The outline of each boys thickly nappied and plastic pantied condition gloriously exaggerated to infantile proportions due to the stretchy fllecy-soft fabric of the sleepersuits themselves. And, my how each cissy's puffy plastic panties produced all manner of tell-tale noisy rustling with the slightest of body movements. None more loud in their nausiatingly embarrassing crinkle plop-plopping when carers duly sent their respective crop of infant charges over to their lovely baby-cribs to fetch their favourite big cuddly teddy bear with heafty, yet playful swats on their plump nappied bottoms.
"Off your go, my angel babykins!... Go and collect your pretty teddy bear and dress him up in his nappy and baby pants."
How amusing it is to see them try to avoid having their bulging rumps swatted. Barely does any boy succeed! All his darting to escape a carers palm antics hindered and slowed by the sheer mass of his swaddled nappying which by its very nature always reduces his every fleeing scampering step to a very pronounced toddler waddle that simply adds a cute attractiveness to the entire proceedings. A cuteness of captivating proportions which continues when all the infant darlings duly set about dressing their big teddy bears in a real baby's nappy and pair of transparent plastic pants like those they are all have covering their extra thick cloth nappy's!
Having completed their little task of duty, they will place their teddies back in their canopied cots to then stand quietly beside their cots for just a few moments of so until it is time for them to be arrayed in a nice baby-bib before being ordered to climb into their cots where they will be given their last baby-bottle of the day. Having gorged their hungry little selves on their warm liquid bounty the carers will attend to giving her charges a brisk face cleansing before removing bibs to then cover their charges hands in matching lambswool baby-mittens and use a small nappy-pin to secure the loop of baby-ribbon on which dangles a fresh dummy to the bodice of the sleepersuits. The juicy teat of the dummy is soon inserted into unprotesting lips once the child has been effusively kissed good-night. He is then tucked in and given his teddy bear to snuggle upto before crib rails are raised and 'clicked' into place. The lacy satiny curtains are then drawn for the night.
By 7-45 pm, 12 infant pupils in each of the 1st year nursery's are fast asleep having just managed to keep their tired, bleary eyes opened long enough to feel the all to familiar sensation of a surge of warm wetness spread all across their fleecy-soft thickly nappy blanketted loins!
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All pre-bed-time ritual's, routines and preperations commence up in the two 2nd year Nursery complexes at 7-00pm. The first ritual the frilly darlings undergo up in one such nurseryon this particular evening deals with their nightly 'milkings'! A subject we have briefly touched upon, but not in any lengthy detail until now.
One must appreciate that the subject matter regarding 'relieving' a pupil of his daily tensions is quite a delicate subject and one will do ones best to clarify all the reasons why it is carried out- When such practises are inflicted upon all levels of pupils, and the differing methods that are applied.
The reasons are really relatively simply to explain when one takes into account the following facts- While every pupil is naturally blessed with all manner of phyisical attributes which makes him look considerably younger than his actual age, they are all nevertheless teenagers and as such, even as immature in their overal young delvelopement as all of them indeed are when they first arrive, whether they are aged 13 or 16 every pupil will have reached some stage of masculine puberty to the extent that their 'sexual' awakenings as dorment a stage as it unquestionably still is will warrent very careful attention and controlled supervision all throughout their time at the school.
All the excess energy our teenaged pupils have in abundance when they arrive rightly need to now be channelled in the proper direction. Directions which are all in keeping with their new way of cissified life! As we have already alluded to in earlier chapters every pupil is informed that as the effeminate cissy creature he is about to become, the beautiful body he has been blessed with no longer belongs to his dear sweet cissy selve, but it now rightfully belongs to all his betters and superiors to be put on display at our disgression with the view to be touched, examined and indeed be fondled most intimately whenever deemed fit to do so and by whoever is deemed to be his superior.
Purely by the act of subjecting a teenaged boy to being placed under 'Petticoat Government', one is also purposely developing him in fetishes of taffeta, silks, satins, cottons and rubber and other eroticisms. And try as they all do to fight and resist from coming under such intoxicating influences, the net result is that they not only fail miserably, but with their hopeless failure which all brings with it acute bouts of shame, humiliation and sheer degradation, comes a ever increasing affection and subliminal attachment to all his new sensuous garments and with such growing loving attachments for all his pretty frillies and his cissified life in general comes all those sexual 'awakenings' one wants an effeminate cissy to feel, to discover and to experience, but not so much for the cissy's gratification and erotic pleasure, but more for all the amused pleasure and gratification it affords all of a cissy's betters and superiors.
By administering a thorough 'milking' to any pupil, one also ensures that the said pupil remains in a constant state of submissive complience and obedience. These necessary and rightful 'relieving' of a cissy's masculine 'tensions' take a number of forms and vary in their administering amounts depending on a pupils status level.
In the case of 1st year pupils they are all giving a thorough 'milking' once a week. (How and when the practise occurs in their case will have to wait for another chapter.)
2nd year pupils are 'milked' dry twice a week, while our more mature and advanced 3rd year cissy darlings are subjected to having their pearly substances drained from their cutely miniscule, yet erotically awakening silky-smooth 'stems' three times a week on average!
The various methods adopted ensure the degree of shame one wishes pupils at all status levels to feel while also deriving enough sense of ecstatic pleasure in order to maintain each youths continuing helpless fixsation for the ultra sensitive materials a pupil either fully wears over his sensitive loins or has wrapped around his cute set of 'symbols'.
There are no set days or times of day when a 'milking' can be inflicted upon the hapless cissies. They can occur first thing in the morning or just prior being put to bed. This practise creates heightened suspence which adds to their over-riding sense of degradation. Furthermore- While any respective Nursery of 12 cissies will all be 'milked' on the same day, not is it always the case that they are all 'done' together. In groups of two, four or six 'relief treatment', or 'RT' for short is routinely carried out. And in the case of all 3rd year cissies, quite often as individuals as we will see!
1st year pupils are all given 'RT' treatment while wearing a dry nappy on its own, or covered by a pair of baby-pants. Or clad in just a pair of figure-hugging plastic baby panties made of filmy ultra-clear vinyl.
For all 2nd year cissies the same said shameful baby garments still very much apply, though added to their list of garments, all suited of course to their status levels, comes a pair of toddler-trainer-panties, plus finding their dear sweet little selves emptying their creamy essences into a nice pair of silken frilly 'little girl' panties. These dozen pairs of exquisite dainties, reserved for special 'treats' are to be found in their charming 'panty bureau's', all nestling tidily away in a drawer marked on the outside with the simple title of- 'MILKING PANTIES'!
Regarding all our precious 3rd year effeminate cissy darlings- While also finding themselves subjected to receiving 'RT' garbed in what their junior peers wear, there is one additional garment the frilly darlings find even more ultra stimulating in emptying their precioius 'passion seeds' into on frequent ocassions and that's in their pretty 'dolly petticoats'!
However, for the moment we will focus on an example of where 'RT' is about to be administerd on all 12 cissy pupils up in one of the 2nd year Nursery's, prior to their nightly baby-bathing and dressing. The administering of 'RT', where the darling cissies are all about to find themselves being nicely 'rewarded' for their displays of impecable behaviour throughout the day by being relieved of their 'creamy juices' while garbed in a pair of frilly panties taken by carers from each cissy's 'special' panty drawer!
Having heartily enjoyed their early evening dolly-playing activity for the past hour or so, a cloud of impending doom and crimson-cheeked despair and tummy-churning despondency has come floating down among each group of four floor-sitting pupils having just noticed both their pretty Nursery-Nurses go to everyones 'panty drawer'!
The carers actions has bodly announced to every youth that he is about to be subjected to 'relief treatment' for the second time this week. Yet despite all the acute sense of impending doom they are all feeling in now seeing the lavishly frilly and beribboned strewn pair of silken little girl' panties the Nursery-Nurses have selected from each cissy's special panty-draw, they can't also stop their abashed looking selves from feeling all manner of tingly excited feelings begin to wash over their bodies.
With ever present dutiful displays of implicit obedience they all manage to go and place the doll they have been so happily playing with in their heavenly baby-cribs. A doll they will have previously choosen to take to bed with them. A beautiful doll of the baby crying and wetting variety each cissy will have lovingly arrayed in very much the same kind of exceedingly pretty infant girl nightwear they to will shortly be garbed in.
"Girls! Kindly, tidily put away the rest of your toys and things in your nice colourful toy-boxes before reporting to your designated baby-change-dressers?" a Nanny instructs. Her casual command is instantly met with dutiful curtsied, girlishly spoken chorus's of- "Yes nanny."
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Meekly everyone submits to being divested of their lovely swishy frocks and all accessories leaving them baby-naked for a few brief moments. Their beautiful puerile organs already begining to twitch in anticipation at being garbed in their 'specail' panty's. Nerve-shattering sensations flow through their entire bodies, as one-by-one they dutifully step into their silken danties that a smiling carer holds out down by bare ankles, stetching lace trimmed elasticated waistbands to fullest widths.
The odd carmined shrill and soft groan expressed with deep blushes tranfusing their pretty features all go to betray their pulsating excitement increase in tempo when they feel their lovely panty frillies being drawn-up tantilisingly over their slender, yet chubbily-girlshly cute silky-smooth legs. Twelve sets of legs in turn visibly jerked almost spasmodically when panties were duly drawn up over hips to be gently tugged high around nicely nipped waistlines to delicately crush twitching symbols in their rhumba ruffled oh so acutely sensitive filmy fibres. The affectionate hand pats a carer gave each of her respective young charges right across rhumba ruffled encased cute plump bottoms, coupled with one or two reflective squeezes over pulsating little panty covered stems purely added to a cissy's blushes.
With every cissy now clad in just a pair of his 'special' frilly panties, carers lovingly teased the elongated pliable teat of a nice juicy dummy into unprotesting sweetly pursed cupid-bow ruby coloured lips which dished out instant all their usual brands of soothing comfort.
Less than ten minutes later every one of the twelve cissy darlings had been given a nice 'draining' A draining of their priceless milky substances so thorough as always is the case that left every single one darlings spent of all energy for a few minutes. As ever though the nice baby-bathing which duly followed was sufficient to revive them all and bring colour back to their pale cheeks.
It was in pairs they paid a vist to a baby-changing-unit for this particular bout of 'relief treatment'. Each of the three nappy-changing facilities occupied by two cissies at a time. It is a particular feature of every baby-changing-dresser occupying a place of proud prominance up in any one of the six nursery complexes that they can easily and comfortably so accomodate two pupils at a time.
Every one of them are all fitted out with double complete sets of securing restraints made of soft reddish-brown inch wide leather and copper-plated fastening buckles.
Such restraining devices while most efficent in that once secured to the amply padded rubberized surface of the unit a pupil finds escape utterly impossible, he will find all three sections of his securing strappings comfortable to the extent that even if he struggles with all his youthful might, which very seldom happens anyway, there is no chance of the errantly foolish boy injuring himself.
The design of the restraints are in the mode of achieving the utterly hopeless and completely vunerable 'spread-eagled' position of the enc-umberment by having both wrists and ankles in buckled restraints with a further securing strap fitted across his lower chest.
Whenever 'RT' is to be administered to a individual pupil, or in pairs, or carried out as a group session, it is done so with having them well-secured up on a changing-unit. (Having said that, there are frequent occassions, in the case of all 3rd year cisses when they are not given 'relief treatment' up on a baby-changing-table. However details of such a time will once more have to wait for another time.)
There are three good reasons for using such restraints. One being the obvious one, in that by being well-secured up on a unit all escape is utterly impossible. Not that any one of them would ever dare even contemplate enaging in a naughty activity, let alone actually attempt it!
The less obvious reasons are these- Firstly by finding himself in such a helplessly vunerably situation of being securely bound 'spead-eagled' up on a changing facility the humiliation he feels is intensified, while at the same time experiencing all the erotic stimulation and pleasure that the administering of his 'RT' indeed gives him. And therefore, given the sheer intensity in which a carer administers her charges 'milking' the youths entire body will naturally react under the process of such intense manipuplation on his puerile organs. So, if it was not for his restraints there is, granted just a slim chance that the cissy would surely injure himself if during his excited bout of wriggling gyrations he fell off a changing-unit.
In essence, by snuggly securing pupils to a changing-table in the fore-mentioned 'spead-eagled' position a carer is able to have easily controlled total access to her young wards cutely pre-adolescent set of 'organs'. And during all the intensely furtive manipulations on a pupils cute 'little stem', the cissy can excitedly wriggle and squirm about without any fear of bringing injury upon himself, or indeed for that matter cause injury to his carer.
With a baby-soother providing constant comfort, every pair of 2nd year cissies swiftly find themselves consumed with all manner of nerve-tingling pleasurable sensations run through their beautifully youthful bodies. Their masculine nature thrills to a carers gentle touch through the silky folds of their frilly panties while feeling the tingly arousal in their loins. It takes less than a minute or so for a carer to bring her precious young charge to yet another extravagant 'climax'! The filmy fibres of a pupils frilly panties capturing every droplet of his pearly juices, as it spurts from his tingling, throbbing 'symbol'!
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The drained and anguished cissies soon perk up during their baby-bathings. Gleefully they will play with their childish bath-toys once rubber aproned carers have seen to getting everyone squeaky clean.
Having been got all nice and dry and ushered back into the main section of the nursery they are nappied and dressed for beddy-byes. The dimpled darlings still sulk a tad about having to wear extra-thick night-time nappy's to bed, but thickly nappied and see-through plastic baby pantied they jolly well get.
They create no feeble fuss whatsoever about the rest of their sleepwear. They are rather proud of the fact that to have at last shed the wearing of their ultra infantile footed sleepersuits, despite the glaring fact that the short frilly nightdresses and matching sleep-bonnets which has replaced their infant sleepers are babyish to fussy extremes!
For their 8-00pm and still most juvenile early bed-time, 2nd year cissies wear to bed a short white, wide-flaring gleaming satiny nightdress bedecked with elaborate, colour contrasting lace and ribbon bow trimmings. To protect their soft Shirley-Temple curls during the night, a full face-framing matching frilly baby-bonnet completes their pretty sleepwear. Each cissy presenting a pure vision of babygirl loveliness to their carers when their night dressing has been duly completed.
Nannies and young and pretty Nurserey-Nurses purr with swooning delight over their most pleasing handiwork and they take more swooning delight in watching their lovely young charges undergo a lovely pre-bedtime routine. In each 2nd year Nursery at around 7-45pm. 12 short frilly baby-gowned and thickly nappied cissies will dutifully form a neat line infront of their proud devoted carers to then drop deep meaningful unified curtsy's while saying in liquid-soft girlish and childish tones- "Thank you Nanny for dressing me ever so prettily for my beddy-byes." Or if paying their unashamed sincere 'thanks' to a Nursery-Nurse, those pupils will refere to the girl in question by addressing her as- "Thank you, Miss Jean----" etc, etc.
Each Head-Nanny will then address her 12 ever attentive charges- "Thank you children," she begins with a warm smile- "Once again it has been our wonderful delight to look after and care for you all today... I have heard reports from all your teachers today expressing how most pleased they have all been with both your conduct and behaviour and the good progress you are making in your lessons."
"You may now begin to perform your childish duty of hugging and kissing each other fond goodnights before getting into your lovely cots!" she then instructs.
"Yes Nanny," comes back instant curtsied responces before doing her bidding.
Carers exchange smiles of joyous delight in watching the ensuing captivating scene unfold before their sparkling eyes. Never does one tire of seeing daily scenes like this. Yet again one is hugely rewarded for ones efforts in transforming errantly naughty teenaged boys into darling demure and submissively contrite effeminate cissy boy/girls!
Despite any thoughts or feelings in general of shame and repugnance a 2nd year cissy may well still have about having to hug and kiss all eleven of his cissy peers, his training and conditioning has long reached the stage where such masculine inhibitions are constantly being eroded.
The profusion of pink blushes all of them display right across their pretty faces as they dutifully line up in pairs to start with are tingly blushes expressing cringing embarrassment and pleasurable thrills!
The babyishly attired cissy's compose sweet dimpled smiles for one another while demurely curtsying to each other before passionately embracing to then plant childishly sweet and affectionate moist kisses on each others cheeks and then give one another a nice lingering juicy wet kiss on one anothers lips. They will then seperate and lower their lashes while exchanging curtsy's again before taken another cissy partner to undergo the same pattern of routines all over again and again and again until all 12 of them have so fondly hugged and kissed each other 'good-night'!
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Our 14-17 year old 2nd year pupils, all so blessed with beautifully youthful bodies and sweet 'choir-boy' looks, have grown to form a childish fondness and blushing affection for each other. The gorgeous darlings are really virtually incapable these days of concealing to any large degree, how much they now rather enjoy being effeminate cissies. Each day that passes more and more of their former life as brash thorough going teenaged boys dims and becomes a distant memory.
Each cissy will be feeling all manner of inexplicable heart-fluttering sensations wash over him each time he affectionately embraces one of his cissy peers and when he purses his luscious ruby lips and bestows his soppy-wet kisses he will feel yet again his puerile 'symbol' errupt into a wave of erotic tingling deep down inside the cosy confines of his much loathed thick night-time nappying. How they all looked forward to the day when they are granted the right and privilage of graduating out of their triple-thick terry nappies for night wear and graduating into less thick nappies at night.
Such a graduation may seem small and insignificant, but in their eyes it is not. To them it is thought upon as a much cherished and proudly guarded luxury if not quite a honor! For the wearing of a day-time nappy during the night alone at long last marks the stage of their continuing petticoating, when hopefully their most unfortunate lapse into total night-time bladder incontinence begins to clear up. Well, that is what they have all been led to believe by the school's female District Doctor and all the schools Matrons! While there is a semblence of truth in what everyone say's, they will all discover in due course, much to their shaming misery that it will be quite some time, if ever, before any single one of the cissy darlings will be totally nappy dependant free at night!
As for there ever being a final end to their hopeless demise into 'Petticoated Cissification' of one form or another. Well, that monumentous decision is entirely up to their doting mothers and legal guardians. All one can most confidently say is that even upon leaving our fine school after three year long terms. No pupil all throughout the long history of the school, has, as far as our meticulously kept 'after school' records show has ever been allowed back his manly trousers until he has reached his 21st birthday at the earliest!
While, of course the school cannot say for sure that parents keep to their solemn promise of keeping their boys in frilly frocks etc until the reach the above stipulated ages. As far as we know they have. So, with that in mind one learns that there is a maximum and a minimum time period where a pupil comes to discover that his cissifiction continues after he leaves Petticoat School!
Only on his final day here is he informed of the minimum length of time he has left to endure. And by working out the simple maths, one finds that a boy who was 16 when he arrived and in factual age terms only is 19 when he departs is going to be kept in frilly frocks, petties and panties and even kept in baby-clothes if deemed by his doting aunt or mother etc, for some two years and a few months or so at least! Still as much as such a youth considers himself most unlucky, imagine how unlucky a 13 year old boy feels when it dawns on him that having completed his full 3 year term at Petticoat School with him having turned 16. He still has five long years at least ahead of him, his mother or aunty takes huge delight in informing him before she will even consider ending his 'Petticoating'!
Mind you, by then, most of the frilly darlings will be so in love with their way of cissified life, that it is very unlikely if any of them become to distraught in being kept in frilly dresses and panties etc! What shedding of pitiful tears which do flare up on their last day here, are brought about purely because a doting aunt or mother has matter-of-factly informed her precious son that she fully intends to keep him in nappies and subject him to full babyfication petticoated treatment purely to amuse herself and some of her friends! And any token of complaint whatsoever about that from him and he will find his naughty little self back in nappies full-time if needs be!
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At some stage during the enchanting 'hugging and kissing' session a couple of pretty serving maids will bring the 2nd year cissies feeding bottles. Their expected arrival while causing the embraced cissies yet more pangs of blushing embarrassment will not, these days cause them to cease hugging and kissing one another for even a second. To be able to maintain such impecable displays of behaviour under such testing circ-umstances is yet another testimony to their condition training.
Sighs of relief greet the maids departure and a few minutes later they are all laying in their beautiful baby-cribs drinking nice warm sweetened milk from their baby-bottles. This nightly, demeaning baby-feeding is the only one a 2nd year pupil still has to put up with, unless they are placed back under babyfication treatment of one form or another, and for some reason or another, which does happen as we will find out in due course.
Having finished their baby-bottles they create no fuss when a carer slips a long loop of baby-ribbon over their frilly baby-bonneted heads attached to which is a baby-soother. After she has tucked in her precious charge and placed his waiting dolly in his hands, she gives him a affectionate 'good-night' kiss or two before popping the dummy into his sweetly pursed ruby lips.
Once curtains have been drawn the last voice they all hear is their Head-Nanny bidding them a cheerful goodnight- "Nite-night my little darlings! We will see you in the morning!"
"Nite-nite, Nanny Nethercote," everyone lisps back.
"Go straight to sleep now children? No chattering now?"
"Yeth Nanny," they dutifully chorus back to close their every sleepy eyes and cuddle up to their precious doll while nursing contentedly on their juicy baby-soothers.
At around 8-30pm both Nursery-Nurses assigned to both 2nd year Nursery's, having tip-toed back into them a few minutes earlier report back to the carers common-room.
"Everything in order, girls?" enquire both Head-Nannies.
"Yes, Nanny," they smile back with respectful curtsy's.
"All the children in our Nursery are soundly asleep, Nanny."
"Same here, Nanny."
"Good girls... And I take it you both checked your young wards nappy's without disturbing the little dears!" Head-Nanny Anderson from the other 2nd year nursery politely enquired.
"Yes, Nanny."
"Yes I did, Nanny... I found everyones nappy just a little damp as usual!"
"Ahh... How nice," he smiled. "Well done, girls... Come and sit down with everyone... Would you both like another cup of tea?"
"Oh yes please," the 19 and 20 year old Nursery-Nurses smile back.
With their duties now concluded for the day. Head-Nannies, Under-Nannies and Nursery-Nurses from all 1st and 2nd year Nurseries settle back to enjoy each others company. Some five to ten minutes later the schools full compliment of 28 dedicated and devoted carers is complete up in the cosy common-room quarters with the arrival of Nannies and Nursery-Nurses from both 3rd year Nurseries.
Here everyone will stay until they all retire to their individual living-quarters at around 11-00pm. In the carers common-room is where everyone will take their late 9-00 pm supper, and they will joined for their well-earned inviting supper by Miss Grace herself, along with her Deputy-Headmistress and members of the teaching faculty. Miss Bridges and the Housekeeper will also join the jolly party. Over the enjoyable and relaxed supper the ladies will talk and discuss numerous topics and events that have taken place during the course of the day. They will chatter among themselves about how a particular pupil is fairing progress and other such topics of interest, as well as discussing some of the following days events and proceedings, etc ,etc.
And all that now remains in this section of our lovely tale, is for my good self to give a detailed insight on some of routine events and proceedures which led up to our 24 3rd year cissy darlings being put to bed for the night by 8-30pm.
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There are many examples one could give where the reader learns of the unique differances that exsist between the bed-time routines and preperations we have already heard about in the case of 1st and 2nd year pupils. In the case of 3rd year pupils even in the differing aspects of it all there is also some variations on the proceedures which take place up in both 3rd year Nurseries. Variations which I hope the reader will find informative and appealingly interesting.
The example I have choosen, is one which took place on the following evening up in one 3rd year nursery.
As usual... Come 7-30pm bed-time preperations commence for all 3rd year pupils. And just like 2nd year pupils, our slightly more advanced and mature and trustworthy effeminate darlings will have spent the past hour happily amusing themselves with their nice dollies.
Having decided on which dolly to take to bed with them tonight, they will have already got her all prettily costumed in virtually mirror-like sleepwear ensembles in which they will shortly be arrayed in by their carers once they have been given their enjoyably relaxing evening baby-bathings.
The cissy darlings exquisitely beautiful sets of bedtime consist of- A lovely silken ankle-length flowing frilly nightdress and matching bonnet. Such sensuous garments, while as 'grown-up' they indeed are, are nevertheless still babyishness to lavish extremes in their overal design! A nice fleecy-soft absorbent day-time terry-cloth nappy. Which, while finding the still enforced wearing of most destable, it is not in their cissy nature to dare express any form of complaint other than erupt into a profuse frustrated and ashamed blush from time to time. Their over-riding submissive acceptance of still being put into a horrid nappy at night is made to feel much easier to deal with in the knowledge they have all gained by having been informed on the very first day of their advanced status level, that come the last quarter of their 3rd year petticoating regimes and programes, they will be afforded the privilage of being allowed to graduate up from being put into nappy's at night, to instead wearing a pair of toddler-trainer-panties.
However, in order to achieve such a deeply wanted lofty rise in cissy status, the dimpled darlings know full well they face a perilous journey ahead of them! A arduous journey fraught with all the pit-fall's and perils that comes with the commencement of their much wanted 3rd year spell of being gradually weaned off their demeaning nappy dependency at night!
Having entered their 3rd year of cissification, at last they can take comfort and solace from the words of the school Doctor who had arrived on their first day of 3rd year term to give them their customary half-year thorough medical examination.
Addressing one of her still totally naked patients laying on the padded examination table up in Matrons medical examination-room "Well... My dear sweet child... You will be most pleased to know that having had back from the laborotory your latest blood samples one can say with some assurance only mind you, that it looks very much like your most regretable enuresis ailment is showing just a small sign of healing! Of course, you dear sweet child. You must fully understand that the healing process will take some time before it has reached a stage where you will regain complete control over your bladder muscles! And even then there is a real risk of the ailment flaring up from time to time! Time and effort and patience on your part is what is required from now on, my dear child. But fear not we will get there in the end!" she tenderly assures to then add-
"But fret nor fear not, sweetykins... I and all your kind carers are very pleased with the steady progress you and all your lovely little cissy companions are making with your day-time toddler-pottying! That bladder incontinence aspect of steady progress alone is going to assist healing your mch more troublesome night-time incontinence! So, my darling child... Continue to feel hugely proud of your dear sweet pretty self in the fact that you have now reached the healing stage of your enuresis, where, by and large you will no longer need to be put into extra-thick nappies at night. Daytime nappies and plastic panties should now give you all the safe protection you will still very much require I'm afraid while you sleep! Okay precious... Have you managed to bravely take on board everything I have said?
Despite his sadness, the child and all the others who in turn duly received the same kind of statement from the Doctor bravely nodded back while still digesting everything- "Y.. yes Doctor Patterson... Thank you... I'll try my best... I promise."
"Good girl... That's the spirit... Bye-Bye then, sweety.. I'll see again in six months time... Hopefully we will have you and everyone else in your peer group in toddler-trainer-panties at night at some stage of the last quarter of your third term here... And with any luck it will only be a few weeks later before you are able to stay dry at night long enough to safely warrant graduating out off trainer-pants and into 'big girl' panties! Now isn't that something to really look forward to! Eh.. my pretty darling!?"
The childs face and eyes gleefully light up. With childish enthusiasm he replies- "Oh yes, Doctor... That will be truly heavenly."
What the poor dears didn't know was that in some aspects what the Doctor had said was not quite the entire truth! More to the point, let us remind ourselves that in all but a few cases, a pupils hopeless demise into bladder incontinence in the first place had not been a naturally conceived happening! The ailment had been purposely inflicted upon them by the carefully controlled course of diuretic and bladder muscle weakening pills and powdered potions they had all taken unsuspectingly!
The only really true thing she said, was the fact that their awful night-time bladder incontinence problems would eventually heal. And indeed to a satisfactory degree of healing, that will result in all 3rd year pupils spending the last couple of weeks of their stay here enjoying their much cherished final nights wearing a pair of 'big-girl' frilly silken panties to bed!
Little do the precious cherubs realise, that such blissfully happy times are almost certain to end when they all return home to continue to be placed under 'Petticoat Government' at home. A return to trainer-pants and nappies and baby pants and full babyfication will await them! Just for when such fate befalls them and for how long a period will all depend on purely on the whims of their doting mothers and aunts! But an account or two of a pupils experiences of 'Home Petticoating' must wait for another time...........
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Life in general for our lovely 'senior' pupils has long reached a stage of their petticoat developement where they are all relatively happy and content with their cissy way of life. Ever present in their daily lives are the extremely high demands and expectations we place upon them. And it is to their immence credit that they constantly strive to please all their betters and superiors. Each cissy seeks perfection in all his learnings and teachings. Rarely will they create any fuss, nor complain. However, such are the exacting demands placed upon, silly mistakes and minor misdeeds do occur every once and awhile. Misdeeds which can prove to very costly!
The bed-time routine and preperation account I'm about to give which took place the other evening up in one of the 3rd year Nursery's is one as normal as any other, apart from one aspect. One of the 12 pupil's is still being punished for something he said during his afternoon sewing and embroidery classroom lesson. The boy, a 17 year old called Emery, but now a 12 year old girl christened 'Emily-Jane' by his doting spinster aunt, had a minor lapse in young ladylike manners while performing some intricate embroidery on one of his doll's frocks. The poor child pricked a finger with a darning needle and in his brief moment of enduring minor pain he foolishly cried out while stamping his feet in a pique of anger- "Ouch... Damm it!" Instantly he realised, that as hurt as he was, he shouldn't have used such a rude word as 'damm.' Alas, despite his most sincere showing of apologises up at the teacher, he knew he was in deep trouble!
"Hmm... Sorry indeed you are going to be, Miss Emily!" growled his teacher as she summoned him over to her desk. "You know the rules! We simply will not tolerate the use of such unladylike language!"
"Yes, Miss Markham.... I'm sorry.. truly I am!" he simpered red-faced with shame and impending doom.
"Girls.. Kindly get on with your sewing? Unless you all wish to join your naughty companion by my desk!"
Eleven cissies hastily did as they were curtly told.
The child duly found himself laying across his teachers lap with his short frilly petticoated skirts all bunched up high over his back in order she could then administer six smarting smacks right across his frilly pantied nicely proffered bottom. The spanking, albeit a relatively mild one in comparision to one much more severely dished out for a much more errant infraction of the rules etc, was smarting enough to cause the cissy to girlishly weep for a few moments.
Really though, his bout of weeping was brought about by knowing that his panty-bottom spanking was only the beginning of his punishment! In fact if truth be told, the bottom warmed cissy will have gladly, if he had a choice in the matter, which of course he did not, submitted to a dozen more such smarting swats across his glowing rear rather than have to suffer the second part of his punishment.
With head bowed in abject misery he stood beside her desk while she wrote a note addressed to his Head-Nanny. In it she explained what he had done and how she had punished him. Folding the note she popped it into a small white envelope and handed it over to him before sending him on his way.
Without any hesitation, nor under any supervision the youth obediently reported to his Nursery and handed over the note.
The Nanny read the note then inspected the hurt finger. By now there was hardly a trace of seeping blood, but nonetheless she put a small plaster on it before addressing the rather forlorn looking youth.
"Hmm... I see.... Really, Miss Emily-Jane... You really have been a silly girl, haven't you?"
"Y.. yes, Nanny.. I'm sorry... Truly I am!" he squirmed. "But it did hurt, Nanny... Honestly it did!"
"Well, my child... While one is most sorry for that... It doesn't excuse your behaviour!... Now fess-up and except your punishment with as much grace as you have just portrayed in making your apologises!... Understood?" she said in a caring concerned, yet authorative tone.
The boy lidded his eyes as he curtsied dutiful compliance- "Yes, Nanny."
"Good girl...." she praised... "Now come along.. Let's begin my dear child... Be extremely good over the course of your two day long reduced status punishment period, and not only will it then cease and you will be returned to your 3rd year status level, but your moment of minor naughtiness will not go onto your school record. Understood?"
"Yes, Nanny...." he curtsied... "I'll be good.. I promise."
"I know you will, my dear child," she smiled before handing him over to a waiting Nursery-Nurse.
In a short while you will learn all about the specific details of 'Miss Emily-Jane's' extra punishment. Meanwhile we return to all the events leading up to 3rd year pupils 8-30pm bed-time.
The 17 year old boy has already been bathed and dressed for bed. In actual fact he is just about to be tucked in for the night by a young Nursery-Nurse while the rest of his peers go about their business of placing their doll's in their own cribs before they report back to a waiting Under-Nanny.
It is now 7-30pm. Eleven short frilly frocked senior cissies are standing to attention in a neat line infront of a Under-Nanny.
"Girls.... Since we are of course one pupil short, one of you will have the lovely joy of being undressed by Miss Rosmary. Just as soon as she has finished tucking in our darling 'Baby Emily-Jane' and kissing her a fond good-night."
"Miss Mary-Anne.... if you will kindly come and wait here by my side for a few moments?.. The rest of you can now begin to undress one another. Kindly take your partners and begin?... Be as quiet as you can, for we don't wish to disturb Baby Emily-Jane, do we girls!"
In hushed tones they curtsy back- "No Nanny."
Without any flicker of embarrassed emotions about each pupils person the ten cissies pair off as directed. In total silence each pair will divest the other of every stitch of his frilly attire until he is in a state of complete nudity. The nude boy will then attend to his dressed partner. Each undressing is carried out in the following well-trained matter-of-fact routine. First shoes and socks are removed, followed by the childs pretty ribbon hairbow. Next comes the elaborate frilly snowy-white pinafore he had worn while playing with his doll of earlier. Having then seen to the unbuttoning of the pretty dress itself, the undresser will indicate with a simply nodded gesture for his partner to raise his arms high up into the air so the frock can be removed from his person. The same simply gesture of command is used when it is time to be divested of the youths multi-layering of frilly white silken petticoats.
This now leaves the cissy standing ever submissively in just his lacy training-bra. His gorgeous, gleaming satin belaced and richly be-ribboned pair of fanciful 'little girl' panties, which when lowered to his ankles reveal his pretty 'dolly petticoat'. That delicately pretty garment is then duly removed from the youths nicely tensioned 'symbols' by his partner, leaving him now fully naked!
Once both cissies are naked they will tidily put away each others piled pool of richly scented frilly dainties in their correct drawers and then report back hand-in-hand to the Nanny.
Assembling into yet another neat line, the five pairs of naked hand-holding, brightly alert, yet also quite pensive and nervy looking cissies patiently await the Nanny's next set of instructions.
Already the bath-tubs have been prepared and by now all the three other Under-Nannies and their Head-Nanny are standing beside the Under-Nanny who is about to give instructions. Both Nursery-Nurses are also in close attendence. One of whom, having undressed 'Mary-Anne', a 16 year old, whose used be called Mark.... was now standing quietly beside her held by her hand.
The Under-Nanny duly called out six names and while they remained where they were, the remaining five, including 'Mary-Anne' were escorted into the bathroom by the Head-Nanny and three Under-Nannies who had all by then doned creamy rubbery aprons.
Some five minutes later it was six rather listless cissies clad in just a pair of frothy lace-frilled ultra silky panties who were led into the bathroom to join their peers in being given their nice relaxing and enjoyable evening baby-bathings. Naturally, before the listless and somewhat crimson-faced cissies could be assisted into their spacious bath-tubs, they had to be divested of their pretty panties. Panties that all had a quite 'tell-tale' clingy damp stain in the front and down below the crotch area!
The 'soiled' garments were duly deposited into a wicker laundry hamper. It only took a few minutes of being consumed by the scented, frothy bath-bubbles for the six 'drained' cissies to recover their sapped strength!
Leaving all eleven cissies to enjoy their baby-bathings, let's learn of all the details surrounding the 'relief treatment' those six cissies had just been subjected to, and in doing so we will further discuss 'Emily-Jane's' punishment!
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3rd years pupils weekly 'relief treatments' is infrequently administered to all 12 pupils at the same time. It is more common the case to be done in groups of two, four or six at a time as in this instance. Furthermore it is common practise for such 'milking' sessions to be liberally spread out over the course of the school week. By that one means half of them will be given 'RT' on one day and the other half the following day. The net result however, still means that every 3rd year cissy will be given a thorough 'milking' at least three times between Monday and by mid-morning on Friday. I say at least, because, as we are about to discover, a pupil, like 'Emily-Jane' currently undergoing a punishment period will be subjected to extra 'RT'. (I should point out, that all pupils, of all three status levels will receive 'RT' at some stage during their week-end home visits. This is an extra 'milking', thus adding to the number administered during school-time.)
Regarding a senior cissies three times per week school-time 'drainings'... Only two out of three are administered by their Nannies and Nursery-Nurses. In both these instances it is carried out by the designated carer in a very matter-of-fact manner! (The other 'milking' session will, I'm afraid have to keep for a later date.)
The details of the 'relief treatment' inflicted upon the six cissies of earlier are as follows- Standing to attention naked as the day they were born the Under-Nanny in charge of the proceedings did first instruct them to go to their panty buerau's and select from their special draw a pair of their frilliest silky panties. Upon their return to her, she paired them off. (Each cissy duly finding himself with a new partner to the one he had during his paired off earlier undressing. This aspect purely by accident and therefore of no real importance. Often it will be the case in 'milking' sessions of this particular nature, where pupils will keep the same partner.)
"Right then, girls... Now that you have your pretty panties in hand. Kindly dress one another in each others panties!"
Six naked cissies drop prim curtsy's of dutiful complience- "Yes Nanny," before doing her bidding.
Moments later and wearing a pair of frilly panties belong to a fellow cissy, in their pairs they are assisted up onto a changing-unit and duly secured in the utterly helpless and vunerable 'spread-eagled' position. Without any fuss they accept the glistening teat of a dummy being eased into their sweetly pursed lips by a carer. The Under-Nanny and her two Nursery-Nurse assistants adopt cold calculated mannerisms expressing firm, no-nonsence stances of supreme authority upon beginning their deft ministrations on their quietly dummy suc-kling young panty-clad charges. Using both hands, the carer simultaneously furtively rubs, strokes and pumps away on both cissies 'little silm stems' through the glossy filmy fibres of the front of his frilly panties! Such is their condition training all six will keep their eyes wide open, staring blankly up at the high ceiling. Nor do they even attempt to fight off all the acute pangs of pleasurable excitement now coursing their entire bodies. Their carers gentle caresses and furtive kneading suddenly increase with a series of quick-fire strokes on their pulsating 'organs' causing each cissy's body to jerk and shiver as he ejaculates into his ruffled panties! Muffled shrieks and shrills which express their ecstacy flow from their dummy nursing dribbly lips as they feel their body shudder and convulse once more as another copious jet of their creamy essence spurts into the warmly moistened folds of their partners frilly panties! A few moments later they lay panting for breath. Their puerile 'organs' now spent of its pearly seeds totally flaccid. They can feel milky globules continue to ooze and dribble down between their out-splayed legs about their crotch. Eyes glaze over leaving them with a far away expression. Hot tingly blushes still transfusing their cherubic faces when carers released them from their bonds. It was over....
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Having been bathed, dried and dusted down with baby-powder and frog-marched back into the main section of the Nursery they need to prompting to form yet another regimented line in the middle of the room facing the three baby-changing-dressers.
In attentive silence they await instructions to be summoned to come and stand directly infront of whatever changing-table they will all to soon be visiting to be snuggly cloth-nappied and baby-pantied for the night.
The mounting pile of snowy-white fluffy nappies two Under-Nannies and their Head-Nanny are busily placing along-side pairs of plain, semi-transparent snap-chrome-popper-fastening plastic baby pants on top of a side dresser among an assortment of essential baby ointments, creams and powder causes spirits to sag a tad. Yet the moment they hear their name called they dutifully take their place.
"Miss Lucy!... Baby-Changing-Dresser number one, if you please!"
"Miss Patrica!... Baby-Changing-Dresser number two, if you please!"
"Miss Susan-Marie!... Baby-Changing-Dresser number three, if you please!"
In a few brief moments four sweetly perfumed naked cissies are standing in a orderly queue infront of changing-tables 1 and 3, leaving us with three infront of No 2. Their missing fellow cissy peer is by now soundly asleep in his cosy cot.
The 'punished' cissy has fallen fast asleep still snuggled close up to his big cuddly teddybear for company during the night. He still has his baby-soother resting limply between his ruby lips. If the ruffled and beribboned gleaming white silken crib coverlet which covered his sleep slummbering form was to be drawn back, the precious poppet would present a darling vision of babyish cuteness in the baby-pink one piece, stretch terry cloth infantile sleeper he had been arrayed in well over an hour ago! The predominately pink sleepersuit, with its small-rounded white lace trimmed collar looked even more babyishly sweet in its nursery-print mode of design of cute baa-lambs gaily jumping over fluffy-white clouds. And the hugely bulging outlines of his thickly nappied and baby-pantied condition would be so strikingly visible underneath his darling fleecy infant-sleepersuit. And while a Under-Nanny had been in the process of summoning the naked cisies to their designated changing-tables, one of the two, young and exceedingly pretty Nursery-Nurses assigned to the sorting out of the cissies frilly nightdresses and matching baby-bonnets had just had time to check on sleeping Baby Emily-Jane. She had managed to un-snap four popper-fastenings about the lower seat and crotch section of the baby-sleeper without disturbing the sleeping
infant cissy. Having then inserted a couple of probing fingers up inside a elasticated leg-cuff of his plastic pants she smiled pleasingly to herself having encountered a nice warm pee-clammy dampness!
Yes, readers, as you have all probably guessed by now! Emily-Jane's extra punishment for his brief moment of errant silliness in uttering a unlady-like rude word when he pricked his finger, is indeed a severe a form of punishment any 3rd year pupil can and often is subjected to! But have you managed to guess or surmise just how severe a punishment it is? And how it all is going to pan out? One very much doubts it! But, let me now reveal its overal pattern... And while to some it may seem to harsh a price to pay for something which caused the youth suffer a slight injury, which was the reason for his little outburst in the first place. Let me say this... As harsh and unjust one could justifiably say it may well seem. We, at our fine school will not simply tolerate that kind of language! All the many rules and regulations we have put in place are there for very sound reasons. Order and discipline must be maintained at all times.
The brand of punishment we have inflicted upon 'Emily-Jane', as harsh it may seem to 'her' or anyone else, is nonetheless a suitable one.
For 48 hours the youth has lost all his hard earned rights and privilages. For he has been downgraded to the status of a 1st year pupil! Being dressed and treated as a helpless 2 year old infant for the next 48 hours is, as many, if not all of his peers will quite openly testify if asked to being a very salutory experience indeed!
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Meanwhile... Over by the three Baby-Changing-Dresser's one group of four naked cissies have just cause to look and feel rather downcast. For at changing-table No 1, it is not a nice fluffy day-time nappy boldly awaiting to encase their cutely pre-pubescent nether-regions and darling soft plumpish bare bottoms, but the same type of triple-thick and extra absorbent night-time terry-towelling nappy as worn by their sleeping 'punished' cissy companion!
As a carer assists the boy at the front of the queue up onto the padded rubberized surface of changing-table No 1 to then deftly set about applying liberal coatings of baby ointments to his cute nether-regions, and carers doing likwise to those first in-line at the other changing-tables, the youth at the back of the queue by No 1 table stares blankly down at the plush carpetted floor. For unlike the other two infront of himself and the boy already about to have his ngiht-time nappy pinned on him, tonight is his first time for some few weeks now to suffer the cringing shame of being put back into one of those much dreaded extra-thick nappy's!
And just like the last time he unfortunately suffered that fate. He knows all to well that for the next evenings nappying and the one after that at least, he is going to be wearing one! And why? All because he has most regretably been unable once again to stay 'dry' at night for three consecutive nights!
One should point out, that since, at the time of writing, quite a number of 'senior' pupils are barely into their third term of Petticoating. And even among all the rest residing up in both 3rd year nursery complexes, none has yet been a senior cissy for more than eight months. And given the glaring fact that every pupil is still hopelessly bladder incontinent at night the day he begins his third year Petticoating. By the ailments very nature night-time 'potty-training' so to speak is simply going to be a long patiently lengthy process! Let's not also forget that all 3rd year cissies are still, to differing degrees of growing success under-going day-time toddler-potty-training! The 'newer' a 3rd term pupil is, then it is obvious he will require spending more frequent visits being secured on his Toddler-Potty-Chair all thoroughout the course of any given day!
Experience over the years in such matters has taught us that a 3rd year cissy pupil will need to be well into his 4th month of his continuing 'Potty-Training' program before he can join his somewhat more 'maturing' peers in simply politely asking someone to attend to his urgent 'Potty' needs. Before he successfully manages to achieve the required regaining strengthening of his weakened bladder muscles for all his day-time 'wettums'! He will need to be 'pottied' at regular intervals during the day whether he feels like wetting or not at the time of his enforced practical 'Toddler-Pottying'!
A 'new' 3rd year cissy has the added burden of mild shame to bare, upon his advance in cissy status for his first month. Namely that of still being required, simply for safe and practical reasons only, of wearing a pair of cosy hugging absorbent 'Toddler-Trainer-Panties' underneath his pretty 'big-girl' silken frilly panties.
For very much the same practical reasons it is deemed necessary for all 3rd year cissies to be put back into night-time nappies at night. In essence we have implimented a form of 'carrot and stick' approach in dealing with a senior pupils night-time Potty-Training.
Nannies and Nursery-Nurses provide all the caring encouragement a pupil will need during his 3rd term of being gradually weaned off his shaming nappy dependancy. Never will they tease or torment their precious young charges whenever he unfortunately fails to stay dry for three consecutive nights while wearing day-time nappies for nightwear. But, never though do his carers, nor his mother or aunt etc, vere from the stringent set of guidelines the school has laid down pertaining to a 3rd year pupils night-time nappying.
At school and at home meticulously kept weekly report cards are issued for all 3rd year pupils night-time nappying recordings. If the child has not managed to wake-up in a dry day-time nappy for three consecutive nights, he will put back into extra-thick nappies until he manages to stay dry for three more nights. Only then will he be afforded the much treasured right of going back into day-time nappy's for nightwear.
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Those who are all duly safely nappied and baby-pantied for the night then arrayed in their long flowing virgin white satiny nightdresses bedecked with lace and pert ribbon-bow trimmings will have deep meaningful sympathy towards those who have been duly put into thicker nappy's.
No senior cissy can avoid suffering the same fate! On countless occasions over his 3rd term he will be wearing a shaming night-time nappy for the allotted minimum period of three nights in a row. Constantly they are on edge come evening bed-time preperations, especially if, having failed to stay dry for the past couple of nights! And their burden of shame in going from a day-time nappy to a triple-thick night-time one stays with them right throughout the more advanced stages of their night-time 'Potty-Training. On two further counts galling degradations befall's them all.
Firstly: If, during the latter stages of their advanced night-time Potty-Training. Namely, at last graduating to the wearing of toddler-trainer-pants to bed and they fail to stay dry for not just three nights in a row, but only two... Then straightaway they will be put back into day-time nappies at night. And must not only have three consecutive nights of waking up completely dry before graduating back up into trainer-pants, but should they unfortunately wet day-time nappies on four consecutive nights, back into night-time nappies they jolly well are put... Where once again they have to stay dry for the next three nights, just to get the chance of then spending the next three nights back in day-time nappies, where three more dry nights are required before getting their trainer-pants back!
And secondly: Suffer the deeply horrendous fate of 'wetting the bed', or rather, suffer a most regrettable 'cot-wetting' just once while so proudly wearing a pair of their 'big-girl' bed-time frilly bloomer-styled silken panties then back into toddler-training-pants they are put. Where they must manage to stay dry for a entire week before being allowed back their dainty 'big-girl' panties. If they can't acheive that. Then...Well... Three consecutive 'wet' nights in trainer-pants means a spell back into day-time nappies and so forth!
Duly nappied, baby-pantied, frilly nightgowned and frilly baby-bonneted for the night, the eleven cissy darlings engage in their nightly ritual of bestowing endearing 'goodnight' kisses on one anothers pretty lips and sweetly dimpled cheeks. A scene of joyful enchantment their carers never tire of witnessing. The cissy angles will then assemble in a line facing their maternally smiling Nannies and Nursery-Nurses, and upon seeing the Head-Nanny's simple nodded gesture of instruction... They will demurely take hold of the sides of their free-flowing nightdresses between forefingers and thumbs and extend them to fullest widths, before, in well-trained perfect unision dip into low, gracefully executed respectfully meaningful curtsy's, while chorusing together in their well-conditioned girlishly sweet dulcet tones with their pretty eyes veiled ever so demurely-"Thank you everyone for taking care of me today!"
"It has been all our delight in looking after you all... And thank you, children. For once more being so extremely well-behaved." smiled back the Head-Nanny.
"Now, come and have your baby-soothers pinned to your lovely frilly nightdresses before you drink up your glass of milk then go and kneel by your nice baby-cribs to say your prayers before you climb in them!"
"Yes, Nanny." they curtsy demurely.
A few minutes later everyone is laying in his frilly canopied cot happily clutching his dolly waiting to be snuggly tucked in and given a fond goodnight kiss. The baby-soother that now dangles by its loop of baby-ribbon having been duly pinned to the front of the cissy's frilly nightgown is there for comfort if they need it at any stage during the night.
A baby-soother is mainly just a symbolic wearing for our precious 'senior' cissies. They have earned the right to be mainly free of having to nurse on one. It is there if anyone feels a need to nurse on for any length of time and they all do from time to time without being teased or condemed about it by carers or by their fellow peers. Having one attached to their nightdress brings an added cutely appealing babyish attractiveness to their nightwear. A baby-girlishness so gloriously on display already on the outside, not so much in all the fussy trimmings of their pretty nightdresses, but coming in the form of their matching bonnets. Night-time bonnets, always of the most babyish design one can possibly imagine do so make each cissy's face look even more appealingly beautiful than it already naturally is!
When a Under-Nanny of each 3rd year Nursery briefly interupts her supper to check-in on her young charges at around 9-00pm, she finds all is well as usual. Evereyone is sound asleep. No doubt having a wondeful dream or two about how lovely it is to be a effeminate cissy!!!
However, for one deep sleeping 3rd year pupil, namely 'Baby Emily-Jane', who has like just given his fluffy-thick nappy its second copious wetting of the night! While it is still likely that all his dreams will be pleasant ones. Come the dawn of a hopefully yet another gloriously warm sunny bright new day, the child will dearly wish he is still consumed with blissful cissy dreams instead of not only waking-up to instantly be aware of the warm soggy-wetness all around his so thickly blanketted nether-regions, yet while he struggles to deal with that piece of hapless misery, he has to somehow come to terms with the stark shaming misery which now so frightfully awaits him as he embarks on a full day being subjected to a complete and intense regime of babyfication downgrading punishment!
All the dreadful pangs of acute shame and degradation he had so unfortunately had to endure without creating any undue fuss the day before was about to repeat itself, and more so, given the fact that yesterdays spell of status downgrading punishment had only commenced in the early afternoon!
Previous encounters of dreaded babyfication downgrading will have provided him with all the detailed knowledge he needs, that today and for the following half-day he will struggle to lift his wounded pride and spirits! Yet, he is fully aware that not only must he gracefully and so meekly submissively accept everything that is going to happen to him. In doing so he must also constantly display to everyone who is going to take care of him and attend to all his infantile wants and needs etc, that he unashamedly enjoys his time being dressed and treated as a helpless two year baby!
Show just a flicker of disgruntled emotion at any stage of his demeaning downgrading will simply prolong his punishment period! One can thankfully report that our darling Baby Emily-Jane came through all of his previous half-day spell of revisting his 1st year Baby Petticoating with flying colours. As for the ensuing 36 hours... Well... Who knows!!!!
Going right back to the beginning of Emily-Jane's spell of reduced status will provide you all with a informative and hopefully an enlightening little insight into how we deem it best to impose punishment on a pupil.
We will return to the moment when the Head-Nanny placed Emily-Jane in the ever capable and matronly efficient hands of one of the young Nursery-Nurses............
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The young 19 year old Nursery-Nurses aura of matronly authority just makes the already abashed youth feel even worse as she leds him by the hand over to a baby-changing-dresser, where she soon has his trembling form reduced to intimate nudity.
From the pocket of her crisply starched snowy-white bib-fronted apron she produces a dummy and matter-of-factly inserts its translucent deep brownish teet between his unresisting obediently pursed lips. Such is the specially manufactured design of all the many baby-soothers the school makes a regular purchase of from a store in the nearby town. Their up-scaled design in both their plastic ring-holder, their facial flange and the pliable rubbery teet itself precisely mirrors a real infant dummy. The teets supple-soft bulbus shape in length and width filling a dummy nursing cissy mouth to the same ample proportions of any regular baby-soother fit for a growing baby and young toddler. Needless to say... All manner of other such baby & toddler vitally important items, such as feeding-bottles- Baby-feeding dishes, spoons and forks are of equally perfectly up-scaled proportions to suit our pupils daily babyish needs. As are, all the infantile toys and playthings our hapless hero is going to be given over the 48 hours in order to help stimulate his immature mind while keeping him amused during his pending play-pen confinement!
Why... As he meekly clambers up onto the changing-table to lay flat on his back about to be nappied, he spies the cooks husband... Mr Bridges, the school's Head-Gardner and Handyman bring into the Nursery the four sections of a large wooden mahogany playpen which he soon has all nicely assembled before the Nursery-Nurse has completed her young and ever complient cissy's pretty babygirl-dressing.
This deeply unwanted intrusion, as brief it was, again deals a crushing blow to his already injured spirits. Worse still to his awful situation of laying all nude with his legs raised high in the air and back over his heaving chest having his vunerably exposed chubby-bare-bottom well greased with a finger-scooped full of sticky vaseline, after moments eralier just arched his back and raised his bare-bottom a tad in order to allow his carer to slide a nappy underneath him and position its fluffy-folds exactly where her trained eyes inform her the garment should be... Low and behold who should also now enter the Nursery but a couple of pretty maids carrying between them a padded mattress play-pen floor, along with a small wooden toy-box.
The youth's face burst into acute pink blushes as he mused over the tummy-wrenching fact that... Not only did he now have unwanted visitors witnessing his horrid baby-nappying and dressing, but in a very short while back down in all the servents quarters the 'news' that a 3rd year cissy was being put back into nappies and treated like one for the next couple of days would spead like wild-fire! Worse still, such eager 'gossip' would swiftly spread to all sections of the school and in doing so reach the alert ears of every single pupil!
All relief he unquestionably did feel when the maids and Mr Bridges eventually departed was tempered by still feeling all the acute pangs of shame and misery being put back into baby-clothes. The nappy itself a particular bone of galling contention he was still desperately trying to come to terms with the mere seconds he felt its thick springy folds being deftly pulled up between his amply splayed out legs to be snuggly-tight pinned about his tummy sides and upper hips by the ever bossily matronly dominate looking 19 year old pretty Nursery-Nurse. Gone from her persona was all the much more caringly friendly side of her character she and all the other carers posses in devoted abundance when required! Such 'welcome' and much required traits the poor cissy knew he would now sorely miss over the next couple of days from all his carers. Oh, there will still be moments when everyone will shower him with all their more friendly like persona's, but such sought times would only be forthcoming if himself pleased them enough by constantly trying his uttermost best to not only accept his period of downgraded punishment with all the submissive grace he can possibly muster, but in doing so act as babyishly as possible no matter all the frightfully humiliating indignities he knows full well are going to befall him over the next 48 hours!
And while it will extremely difficult for him to maintain the realistic illusion of being the blissfully happy two year old defenceless infant cissy boy/girl everyone of his maternally and exceedingly matronly devoted carers fully expects him to be. His difficulty and resolve to keep up this charde will be further tested to extreme measures by the total awareness that on many frequent occasions all thoroughout his babyfication punishment period every single one of his peers will not only look upon him as a helpless two year old, but they to are all going to be given the opportunity which the situation has now presented its 'golden' self to, from the nannies and Nursery-Nurses perspective- Of putting into actual practise all the skills and techniques each has already achieved to very lofty degrees and expert standards in all matters relating to one branch of their 'Domestic Science' routine teachings. Namely a subject coming under the heading of-'The Caring of Young Children and Babies & Toddlers'!
Alas... One has got ahead of oneself yet again!
Having witnessed Mr Bridges errect the wooden playpen while being nappied. Little Miss Emily-Jane... Or I should say, since the child has now reverted back to a two year old! Baby Emily-Jane has also spied the large wooden baby-highchair he duly brought into the Nursery. And while his Nursery-Nurse was just about to slip over his obediently up-raised arms a swishy silken layering or bouffont snowy-white heavenly scented baby-petticoats... He managed to catch sight of the two maids putting some finishing touches to the playpen just before his head and upper body were enveloped in the gloriously perfumed scents of his short frilly baby-petties. Their sensuously ticklish silken folds causing him an unsought rush of swooning pleasure corse his limp person, especially when his carer spent a few moments fluffing them out for their full wide-circular floating effect of frilly prettiness. Even seated on the end of the changing-unit as he was, their flowing lace and beribboned absurdly short hemlines barely covered three-quarters of his thickly nappied and gloriously frilly baby-pantied state of affairs.
His jaw dropped upon spying the assortment of baby and toddler toys the two maids had carefully sprinkled about the playpens padded flooring. The predominately pale cream coloured rubberized surface of the padded mattress flooring they had lined the inside of the playpen with minutes earlier, bespeckled with colourful teddybears and bunny rabbits giving its cute nursery-print mode of design already had a cosily inviting gossamer smoothness about it. A smoothness which shimmered in intensity with the early afternoons dazzling sun-rays now pouring down on it through the rich black leaded-lined glass panels which go to make up the grandiose structure of the three floor to almost ceiling height Georgian styled wooden sashed window frames situated on the west-facing wall of the Nursery.
The assortment of babyish toys and playthings, all perfectly scaled-up of course to create the appealing vision of a real two year old playing happily with his toddler and infantile precious toys, consisted of-A few lovely old-fashioned baby-rattles and sets of teething-rings. A complete set of multi-coloured wooden ABC building blocks. A beautiful 'Jumping-Jack box'. Six or so fluffy-cuddly toys, including of course a nice happy smiling big cuddly teddybear! And last but not least, although precious Baby Emily-Jane is now only a two year old again! The cissy babykins will feel a trifle more 'grown-up' at times when 'she' is given permission to play with some of her precious pretty dollies!
Having completed their enjoyable task of getting the playpen all kitted out the maids are duly dismissed by the Nursery-Nurse. As her status is higher than that of any maid. It is the duty of any maid to acknowledge being in the presence of a superior with a prim respectful curtsy upon entering a room and upon being duly dismissed from one one.
Our dear, wondeful Mr Bridges himself will have politely raised his well worn and favourite tweed gardening cap to the Nursery-Nurse upon entering the nursery and bid her a fond 'Good afternoon Miss'... The girl, 19 year old Wendy Stubbings will have happily and correctly so cordially exchanged pleasentries with Mr Bridges. Something she would not do with a maid while both wear on duty. Miss Grace insists, and quite properly so that all standards of status levels in decorum must always be rigidly adhered to. Everyone is aware of their status and while on duty, it is to their immence credit that they never stray out of their bounderies. Dedication and an unquestionably devotion to duty reins supreme here at Miss Grace's wonderfully fine School For Petticoated Teenaged Boys.
We mentioned in a earlier paragraph on this page, that Baby Emily-Jane, while not best pleased one tiny jot of being put back into nappies for the next 48 hours! The nappy his darling plump velvety-smooth bare-bottom had been snuggly resting on for a while now was giving him some quite just cause for mildly extra destestable loathing. Not that the child would dare express his qualms of bitterness in any form, other than perhaps by pouting his frustrated sorrows.
The utterly submissively naked cissy's reason for looking mildly dejected is all down the fact, that for the next 48 hours of his most regretable demise back into nappies, it won't be fluffy-soft day-time nappies someone or another will be nimbly imprisioning him into on a very, very regular basis! Every single one of the terry-cloth nappies he is going to be wearing are going to those cushiony-soft triple-thick night-time ones even his peers still find so abhorrently degrading, but dare not complain about!!
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The reason the babified cissy is being put into extra-thick nappies has nothing do with practicality, though by their fleecy absorbent nature they will of course be able to cope with all the copious soakings he will be rather frequently performing! Something any ordinary day-time nappy would do anyhow, given the exceedingly high quality of all the many dozens and dozens of day and night-time terry-cloth nappies we obtain from our local supplier.
For exaggerated babyish 'effect' purposes Baby Emily-Jane is going to kept in thicker nappies! Which... Since the two year old won't be standing that often over the next 48 hours, will therefore provide his darling bottom with ample cushioning! Which... One would like to believe he would appreciate.
Having swaddled her complient charge in his fluffy nappy, Wendy duly covered the snowy-white downy mass in a pair of satiny white, glossy lined vinyl baby-rhumba pants with lashings of baby-pink deep broderie-anglais frills across their puffy seat. Each row of lace ornamented with pert white baby-ribbon bows. The elasticated leg-openings and high waistband had a flirty pink satin lace trim.
In due course over the mound of organza and silk white and pink baby-petticoats that swished and swirled about his upper thighs went the crowning glory of his baby girl ensemble. A swishy pastel pink baby frock made of gleaming taffeta, with huge, darling puffy sleeves trimmed with lace and ribbon as was the wide white Peter-Pan collar. Attached to the chest high waistline was a broad white satin sash ribbon which she duly tied and fashioned into a darling big floppy bow at the back.
Wendy gave his mound of soft bouncy golden 'Shirley-Temple' curls a delicate brushing for dainty neatness before fixing a broad deep pink taffeta ribbon hairbow into his curly locks. A pair of white cottony, pink lace-frilled topped anklets and a pair of bright-pink shiny Mary-Jane's completed his beautiful babygirl costuming.
Gently lifting him down from the changing-table she propelled him by his drooping shoulders over to a tall chevel mirror just so he could see how pretty and cute he looked!
His cheeks glowed, matching the colour of his baby frock. His slender fingers gingerly curled under his so ticklish and so brief baby-petticoated skirts. Their billowy puffiness in virtual constant contact with his ivory-smooth arms imparting yet more icy cool tickles on his sensitive flesh.
Every one of the ten or so steps he took when propelled over to the mirror was carried out in a inescapable very pronounced toddler-waddle caused by suc-k padded bulk down between his legs. And with nerve-wracking waddling step his glossy baby rhumba pants imparted their slippery-smooth chaffing against his inner upper thighs while producing their own brand of sibilant rustling which blended with all the audible swishy frou-frou coming from his ever swirling fly-away frilly baby-petticoated skirts, which barely covered the top third of his bulging nappied and frilly baby-pantied condition. Their richly alluring fragrances blending superbly with all the ultra sweetly babyish scents that eminated from his body.
He could do nothing but stare in crimsoned-faced dejection at his own reflection for a few more long lingering moments, for he knew this was going to be the one and only time when he would be allowed to look so downcast. In a few moments he would be standing infront of the Nursery-Nurse expressing his sincere gratitude to her for dressing him so prettily.
Composing the best dimled smile he could muster, he dipped into a demure curtsy while saying in a liquid-soft girlish voice- "Thank you Miss Wendy for making me look so pretty!"
"My pleasure, Baby Emily-Jane," she replied with a faint caring smile. Her first friendly gesture since she had taken charge of her young ward.
"Now then my dear child!" she then began in her more matronly strict manner and paused just long enough to wait for him to stand bolt upright and look directly into her penertrating eyes. He knew what she was about to say, having been in the exact same dreadful situation on more than one or two occasions before! As had all the rest of his peers!
"While you know what I'm about to say to you! I will, as it is my duty to do so, now remind you of all the things everyone fully expects to see from you,as well as give reminders of your 'can do's' and your 'dare not's! Understand, Baby?"
"Yes, Miss Wendy," he brightly replied with a lacy curtsy.
"Good girl!..." she praised with a smile... "Keep that show of willing obedience all throughout the duration of your punishment and you will be fine."
"As of now... You are Baby Emily-Jane, aged two! And as a two year old you will not only be dressed and treated as one, and looked upon by everyone in school as a two year old baby, by adults and by all pupils! It is now your solemn duty to act and behave like a very, very good little baby girl! Understood?"
Hastily remembering to now adopt baby modes of speech, he lisped while dutifully curtsying again- "Yeth Mith."
Again she praised him before continuing with the rest of her damning statement of intent- "Well done babykins!"
"With genuine babyishly delighted enthusiasm you will play with your lovely infantile toys and pretty dollies, when allowed to! You are not to moan nor sulk in any way shape or form over the next 48 hours! Understood?"
"Yeth Mith," he curtsied.
"You are not permitted to ask for a nappy change! Nor are you allowed to try and hold onto your baby-wettums for even a single second! Whenever you feel a need to wet your nappy. You will simply relax your bladder muscles letting nature take over! Is that clear?"
"Yeth Mith," he again curtsied.
"Every time you are undergoing a nice nappy-change... You will meekly surrender your self into the capable hands of the person who is attending to your babyish needs! In doing so you will smile and make lots and lots of babyish coo's and gurgles to express your unashamed joy in being the helpless infant you now are! Understand?"
"Yeth Mith," came back an attentive reply, accompanied with the obligotory gracefully executed lacy curtsy.
"Very well then... Now come here and let's put this nice frilly infant bib around your neck before I feed you a nice refreshing baby-bottle of orange juice?" she ordered.
Moments later he was sitting on her lap feasting greedily from the baby-bottle. He had no earthly clue that the juice was laced with a potent, fast working powdered diuretic! That single dosage and a few more at stipulated intervals, combined with routine two hourly baby-bottle-feedings will ensure his nappy-wettings will very much mirror the number any two year baby will naturally perform over the course of any given day and night!
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Wendy left the ruffled bib on her infant after she had finished given him his bottle of juice as it would protect his lovely baby dress while he was in the playpen suc-king his dummy while amusing himself with some of the baby toys.
He had only been in the horrid playpen some five minutes before he was gripped with an urgent need to void urine. Remembering the 'wetting' rule, he relaxed his bladder muscles to give his nappy a good soaking!
Wendy spied his forlorn expression and smiled knowingly to herself while continuing to tidy up around the Nursery. She looked at her nursing watch attached to her primly starched apron. Soon, Nancy, the other Nursery-Nurse along with Head-Nanny Pritchard and all four Under-Nannies would be back from their break. There would be just enough time to sort out fresh sets of attire for the rest of the children to wear for their afternoon airing before a Under-Nanny would then go and collect the children from their needlework class.
The break returning carers were greeted with the enchanting sight of seeing Baby Emily-Jane crawl on all fours about the confines of the playpen. His bulging nappied and frilly baby-pantied bottom sausily poking upwards and jounced and wiggled from side-to-side as he scurried over to pick up a baby-blue plastic baby-rattle and began to shake it about with enough sense of toddler enthusiasm to please. With his rattle waving baby mimicing antics he also managed to produce yet more baby gurgling noises combined with impish grins and smiles in order to convince everyone how happy he was in being a two year old!
While thankful to be no longer nursing on his baby-soother, the sides of his mouth and his chin were still coated with clingy damp saliva baby dribblings from his earlier ten minute spell of enforced intense dummy suc-kling which he found mildly discomforting. The ruffled baby-bib that constantly flapped about his neck was equally damp with his excess baby-dribblings and droolings. Dearly he wanted to wipe his dribble-stained face, but knew he could'nt. To dare even attempt it, let alone actually do such a mature act! Would be deemed an act of flaygrant naughtiness! His immature status condemed him to wait for someone else to attend to his much wanted face cleaning and equally so, his nappy-change!
He had found his half-hour playpen confinement immensely hard to get through, but to his credit he survived without encurring any kind of rebuke from his ever watching carers. The arrival a few minutes later of his cissy peers, he knew only to well would cause him more shaming turmoil, testing his resolve to keep up the pretense of being a happy two year old to the limit!
While acutely aware of what was now taking place in the middle of the Nursery, he knew he must'nt appear to be watching or listening to what was happening. It proved hard to continue playing with his infernal baby-toys with eager enthusiasm, while, despite having his back turned to everyone, bar the other Nursery-Nurse, Nancy, who had been sent to keep a beady-eye on him! He could'nt help but hear everything the Head-Nanny was now saying to his attentive listening peers, especially when the brief statement she was addressing them with all centered on himself! Still he somehow managed to keep up the act. His baby behaviour even earning him some hushed tone approved praise from the 18 year old Nursery-Nurse Nancy when she picked up the big teddybear from the playpen floor and placed it in his keen to play with little hands.
The Head-Nanny's statement was simply a reminder to Emily-Jane's peers of how they were all now fully expected to look upon him, as well as reminding them of the part they were going to play in assisting everyone in looking after him!
"Girls!... Once again with have the most regretable situation where one of your cissy companions has fallen from grace!" she began.
"Therefore children, as each of you already know... Our darling Baby Emily-Jane is no longer your equal! Therefore... It is now your solemn duty to think of her as a two year old baby for the remainder of her punishment period! Also, of course... Each of you will have the opportunity to assist us with looking after our precious baby girl! I need not remind you to take your duties and responsibilities most serious! Understood, girls?"
"Yes nanny!" came back instant, demurely curtsied, steadfast responces expressing their dutiful understanding.
"Very well then.... Thank you girls."
"Nannies and Nusery-Nurses... Please continue?"
The Nursery became a wave of well-established activity over the course of the next 30 minutes or so. The first routine event which took place was of a Under-Nanny issuing the following instructions to the still line formed ever attentive primly white pinafored and frilly frocked and frilly bloomer-styled pantied cissy pupils.
"Will all junior/senior girls kindly go and get your Toddler-Potty-Chairs and rubber-sheets from the 'Potty-Store'? And after you have placed them in the alloted area kindly assist one another in undressing?"
"Yes Nanny," six of the eleven duly curtsied before sedately doing as she instructed.
"Please, Nanny!... I need to be pottied to!" politely declared one of the remaining pupils with a curtsy. As did another a second or so later with a raised hand of attracting the Nanny's attention-"So do I, Nanny!"
"Very well, girls... Off you go then?"
"Yes, Nanny," both girls curtsied before joining the sedate procession of cissies entering the Potty-Store and duly returning with their Potty-Chairs and small squares of creamy rubber-sheeting.
Not one of the eight, soon to be completly nude and Toddler-Potty squatting cissies showed a flicker of shaming emotion, such is their conditioning to act at all times with all the unashamed innocence found in any young child still undergoing their traumatic potty-training.
And while all this lovely little 'scene' was unfolding, two of the remaining three senior pupils who did not feel a need to go 'Potty' were helping each other get undressed to then assist one another in dressing for the ensuing enjoyable afternoon airing.
The one remaining pupil- A most angelically handsome 16 year old called Alastair, but now 'christened' by his wealthy widowed dear doting mother... 'Alice', with a petticoat status age of 11... Was rather busy himself!
It was darling 'Alice' who, out of three non-needing to be Toddler-Pottied' pupils had been 'lucky' cissy to have been summoned to a Under-Nanny and duly given warming orders to go and attend to Baby Emily-Jane's infantile needs!
"Alice, my dearerst... Be a darling and relieve Baby from her playpen?.. Then get her ready for her nice little pram airing? You will find Nursery-Nurse Wendy has already sorted out a nice set of baby-mittens and baby-booties to wear. Though, of course she will have to dressed in her snuggly baby-booties when we have got her in her pram!... You will find her baby-bonnet and her set of baby-reins with her mittens and booties. Check her nappy and attend to her changing if she's wet?.. And judging by the state of her pretty face... She needs a nice clean!..."
The brightly alert and keen cissy curtsied- "Yes Nanny."
"Thank you, dearest... When you have finished, report to me and I'll get your ready for the airing. Okay?"
"Yes Nanny," the child curtsied.
Baby Emily-Jane meekly crawled out of the playpen on all fours through its gate section which 'Alice' had slid open.
"Stand up, Baby! and keep still and silent while I check your nappy!" he then ordered in a very dominating manner.
The baby did his bidding and with abject docility he stood holding his frilly baby-petticoated short skirts hihg above his chest, allowing his acting bossy 'carer' to uncerimonously pull back the waistband front of his frilly baby-pants and delve inside with his right hand all the way down to the crotch.
"Hmm... Your sopping-wet!" he declared to then take his wet-nappied ward by the hand and proceed to led him over towards the baby-changing-dressers. "Come along Baby EmilyJane! Let's get that nasty wet nappy off and get you all cleaned up and into a nice clean one! That will be nice... Won't it baby?"
"Y... Yeth Mith Alice," the infant cissy submissively lisped back.
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Since 'Baby Emily-Jane' was going to changed on a changing-unit and not while laying on the floor on a comfy, Nappy-Changing-Pad, which will transpire on other occassions, and given the simple fact that any cissy acting as the 'baby's' 'Nursery-Nurse', while teenagers all are with hardly gaps in actual age between themselves and their late teens to early twenties pretty, yet so matronly powerful Nursery-Nurses, there is enough differance in height and indeed in build in general to afford the acting 'carer' some minor obstacle difficulties. However a solution has been found in the form of having made by Mr Bridges, a few sets of sturdy-built wooden platform steps, which he then painted a nice glossy shade of pink and white in keeping with the predominately 'Baby Girl and Little Girl' heavenly themes about every Nursery complex.
The attractive Nursery-Nurse, Nancy had already placed into position such a set of steps. A patronising swat from 'Alice' right across the rhumb-ruffled plump bulging seat of 'her' charges wet nappied state of affairs was all the gesture of command it took for him to obediently climb the two steps and clamber up onto the top of the changing-table and lay flat on his back. How small and defenselessly helpless his situation now presented to himself and to his acting 'carer' now that he had demurely climbed up onto the accomdating wooden platform. His persona now taking on all the primly prissy and domineering traits expected to be adopted and maintained by the closely supervising Nancy.
For both cissies a over-riding sense of mutual respect exsisted and quite understandably so, given that the roles could just have easily been reversed! Both cissies were going to be to the test and they knew it to. From 'Alice's' point of view, he was well aware that get caught showing favour or express even minor sympathy towards his poor suffering cissy peer, and not only will he instantly be given a sound spanking! He will then join his cissy peer back in nappies and baby-clothes for 48 hours at least!
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In both groups of 3rd year pupils it is often to be found the case of more than one cissy being subjected to 'Babyfication Disciplining' at the around the same period. It is more often the case that 'shared' punishment time has come about through foolish lapses of behavioural conduct along the lines which Emily-Jane inncurred, rather than commit a misdeed while acting as a strict 'carer' to a fellow cissy pupil. Very seldom these days will a acting 'Nursery-Nurse/Nanny' find himself back into all the awfully horrendously demeaning trappings of babyhood. Quite the opposite occurs during times when any one of them is assigned duties all pertaining to a 'punished' peers childish wants, needs and well being etc. So conditioned to his way of cissifed and petticoated life and exsistence a pupil is by the time he enters his 3rd year of ever demanding effeminisation, all the 'girlishly feminine' exuberance, ebullience and primly prissy zealous qualities and characteristics which has by now replaced many of his unseemly masculine traits and perceptions all comes about quite naturally!
Oh... A acting 'carer' will indeed have sympathy and empathy towards his unfortunate peer in a sincere sense and in the sense that he is not in the same situation, though he has been in the past and in all probability will be again on many occasions if he is not extremely careful! But all the while he is in charge of a fellow pupil, whether it be one or more among his own peer group being punished and disciplined or not! Or when placed in charge of any individual pupil or group of pupils below his status level, he will take his mature duties and responsibilities not only extremely seriously, but rather naturally so and to the point of deriving a acute sense of 'girlishly' supercilious pleasure and enjoyment!
Baby Emily-Jane is about to discover just how bossily overbearing his acting 'Nursery-Nurse' can be as he lay's meekly docile up on the Baby-Changing-Unit about to have his coldly domineering and supremely capable looking peer set about changing his sopping-wet nappy! And spying the dark forboding steely-eyed expression the real Nursery-Nurse was also fixing him with down from her lofty perch up on the added platform alongside the snowy-white crisply-starched pinafore wearing 'Alice', the youth hastily began to nurse with babyish vigour on the juicy baby-soother his peer had just rather curtly had inserted between his unprotesting lips before 'she' then placed in his dominate right hand the handle of a blue plastic baby-rattle that had a piece of pink satin ribbon prettily tied around the base of the rattling ball-shaped top part. 'Alice's' simple eye-browed raised expression of implicitly dominate command was all it took for the punished infant to start waving his baby-toy about with babyishly gay abandonment, while up the same instant compose his pretty facial features into a never ceasing series of cute dimpled grins and smiles all accompanied with enough offerings of involuntary babyish modes of speech to satisfy his ever haughty appearing and demanding young 'Nursemaid'!
Emily-Jane's most testing moments of bravely managing to keep up his ultra submissive and unashamedly happy and content 'baby-acting' came during having his pee-clammy nether-regions and cutely puerile attributes given a thorough baby-cleansing and a equally meticulously scrutinizing re-coatings of nappy-rash preventing greasy ointment, followed up with a hand-smearing of creamy-cool babyishly scented pale-pink baby-lotion, duly followed with a final liberal application of baby-powder. During both his expertly executed baby-cleansing and re-coatings on his babyishly peacy-smooth set of 'symbols', he experienced all the same kind of heart-fluttering sensuously acute and erotically pleasurable stimulations and sensations wash over his so vunerable form whenever a grown-up carer changed his demeaning nappy!
The hot pink blushes which duly profusely transfused his cutely dimpled rosy cheeks, combined with quite brazenly turgid, tingly-throbbing state of his fountain-pen wide, slim, miniscule 'member' boldly betrayed to both acting and actual Nursery-Nurse all the involuntary tingling excitement he was feeling! Yet, not for a single second did 'Alice' portray any tiny flicker of embarrassed emotion to his closely monitoring Nursery-Nurse. The cissy maintained his dutiful aplomb. He simply ignored his 'infant' wards rising reaction to his own necessary intimate 'handling' throughout the entire nappy-changing proceedings! Such casual aplomb, combined with all the deft and nimble well-trained efficiency he achieved upon completion of the nappy-changing and getting his ever complient 'baby' all ready for 'her' nice pram-excursion a short while later earned him endearing praise from Nancy which the cissy positively lapped up.
Emily-Jane, to appreciated the slightly less degree of approved praise Nancy bestowed upon him. The nodded approved smile she rewarded him with came after he had bestowed his sincere gratitude upon Alice for readying him for his afternoon pram-airing. Something he wasn't exactly looking forward to, but would nevertheless come to accept and duly endure with all the babyishly delighted eagerness everyone expected him to continue to fully express!
Other than now wearing a nice clean nappy, albeit, still a extra-thick one! Apart from a frilly baby-bonnet and a pair of baby-pink cosy-soft lambswool baby-mittens, plus secured in a set of jingly baby-reins, the rest of his pretty babygirl costuming remained as it was prior to his wet-nappy-changing. The baby-bonnet and being strapped into the dreaded baby-harness only took place after his acting 'Nursemaid' had attended to the extra 'prettying-up' of his naturally blessed and exceedingly youthfully cherubic features.
With his profusely plump nappied bottom planted on a red velvety cushioned stool infront of a vanity table and mirror, his cissy 'carer' attended to his 'make-up'. The infant girl had his lovely set of eye-lashes given a delicate make-over. His face lightly powdered and rouged and his luscious cupid-bow lips given a thin coat of bright pink lip-gloss. (All pupils undergo a afternoon facial make-up. Nothing to excessive. Just enough make-up applications to gloriously enhance each pupils natural beautifullness of 'choir-boy' prettiness and angelic loveliness, which make all young girls and women go 'gaa-gaa' over!)
Duly 'prettified', then frilly baby-bonneted, baby-mitten and baby-reined, Emily-Jane expressed his sincere gratitude for being readied for his afternoon pram-airing.
Extending his swirling profusion of absurdly short and brief silken baby-petticoated skirts to their fullest height and width in his pink baby-mitten encased little handy-pandies and with head-bowed and eyes lidded ever so demurely he dipped into a perfectly executed graciously deep lacy curtsy while in liquid-soft babyish mode of speech said- "Twhank you, Mith Althe for changing my nappy and making me so pwetty for my baby-pramth outhing!"
His reward for such a display of good manners came moments after he had concluded his babyish 'thank you's' by stepping forward to plant a soppy-moist babyish kiss on his carers invited right cheek, to then step back and become the unashamed recipient of being endearingly given a 'adult-like' peck on both sides of his pretty face and another full on his patiently waiting sweetly submissively pursed moist pink pantied ruby lips.
Both acting 'Babygirl' and young 'Nursemaid' had come through their charmingly portrayed 'little ordeal' unscathed.
And all the while that wonderfully captivating scene had taken place for no longer than ten minutes or so... Many other equally enchanting little scenes involving the other ten 3rd year cissy darlings had been taking place. For example... All six cissy pupils, deemed to all still be looked upon and treated as 'junior/senior' pupils regarding the stage of progression each is currently making with their 'Toddler-Potty-Training'... Having returned to the room with their shaming Potty-Chairs and small rubber-sheets and duly spead out their mats and placed plumb center on it their plastic Potty-Chairs, and then paired off as instructed to undress each other to complete nudity... Are, as we pick up the lovely little scene about to unfold, now all standing to attention beside their bright pink Toddler-Potty's. As indeed now are the two 'senior' 'girls' who politely expressed a need to be pottied.........
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So conditioned to their way of cissified life, our 3rd year cissy cherubs have all but fully shed their boyish embarrassing inhibitions over being naked in each others company. Other than portray bashful pink blushes here and there in such daily routine circ-umstances where shared nakedness is present, they generally react with all the natural unconcerned and defenceless innocence of any small child while at the same time have now grown to become quite unashamedly proud of their exquisitely beautiful silky-smooth and so youthfully young bodies.
Each of the eight naked cissies standing in quiet attention beside their potty-chairs display no pangs of shame when assisted by a Under-Nanny down onto his potty-chair and duly secured on it by its leather waist restraint. The 'seniority' which excists between the pupils concerning the stage of potty-training' each has reached thus far dictates whether or not a pupil is still required to nurse on a baby-soother every time he is pottied over the course of the day. In this instance six out of the eight potty-squatting darlings not only graciously submit to having a dummy inserted between their lovely cupid-bow lips, but suffer the added burden of mild indignity of having a white terry-cloth faced and pvc backed floppy infant bib tied around their necks. A practical garment since they are required to nurse on their dummy's quite babyishly while they perform or not perform their childish 'tinkle-tinkles'
I say... 'Perform or not perform', simply because the six cissies are being 'toddler-pottied' as a matter of routine... Unlike their two more 'senior' peers who do actually need to perform their childish 'wetties' in their toddler-potty's. As it transpired four out of the six 'junior' 3rd year cissies successfully managed to go 'wee-wee-wettums' in their potties at some stage of their allotted routine potty-time. Three minutes precisely is the time allotted for a 'junior' cissy's regular 'potty-visits'. If any of them fail to perform their childish 'tinkle' duty during that time span, there is no shame attached to it, other than it will mean however, that for their impending afternoon airing, they will be required to wear underneath their much loved pair of 'dress-up' little girls bloomer styled panties a pair of toddler-training-pants, purely for practical protection just in case they have a little 'wetting' accident while out with their much loved doll's prams.
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