Home-schooling

[DaraJaney]

It was almost Noon before Tina came into the spare room to free Hughie from his cot.  She immediately went to the window and threw it open.  “You must be parched.”  She handed him his baby bottle of milk.  He was indeed parched and had gone through the baby bottle of water that had been left in his cot.  He suc-ked eagerly on his milk.

They both braced themselves for what was going to be an unpleasant nappy change.  “Luckily we have lots of nappy rash cream”, Tina commented as she spread it across his bright red bottom.

She reached for another thick cotton nappy.  “Nnngggghhhh!” Hughie protested.  He’d hoped it was just one day in nappies to make a point.  “It’s a long holiday weekend and I want to see you in your other two baby dresses.”  Hughie flopped back on the changing table while she pinned his clean nappy on.

She took his peach dress off its hangar and held it up admiringly.  Even without a body in it the dress cut a pretty shape with its puffed sleeves and attached layers of petticoats.  There was a slight whimper as she threw it over his head but he sat patiently on the changing table as she fastened the tiny buttons up the back. 

She went to a drawer and took out a pair of white tights that had a nursery pattern of rattles and letter blocks.  She pulled the tights over his feet and up his legs.  He had to get down from the changing table so she could pull his tights up over his plastic pants and nappy.

He was now facing the mirror and could see that his flared dress only covered the top two inches or so of his nappy.  The opaque tights may have kept his nappy out of view but it was quite obvious what was bulging underneath and he squirmed holding his thick padded mittens in front of his nappy area.

“Don’t worry, we have these”, Tina assured him, flopping out the large copiously frilly peach nappy cover.  Hughie grimaced, unsure which was worse, his nappy ineffectively covered by tights or the mortifyingly frilly nappy cover.  He wasn’t consulted on the matter anyway and Tina made him step into the nappy cover and pulled it up over his tights.  “Good baby!  Now if you continue to be good I’ll make sure you are promptly changed and we’ll tackle that nappy rash.”

She was now holding his peach bonnet.  He particularly hated this one.  She placed it on his head and tied the ribbons under his chin.  This bonnet had a particularly restricting brim projecting in front for a few inches which meant he could only see directly in front of him and he had to turn his head right around if somebody spoke to him from the side.  He was sure Tina, like his mother, would get added amusement by deliberately speaking to him from all sorts of different angles to force him to keep turning his head around.

So he didn’t see that she had fetched his crawling trainers until she was slipping the left one onto his foot.  He whimpered through his soother in protest and being forced to crawl again but she ignored him and just buckled the strap around his ankle, quickly followed by the right one.

“Ok breakfast time”, she called out cheerfully as she walked quickly to the kitchen.  “Or more like brunch I suppose”.  Hughie gingerly climbed down off the changing table, got down on his hands and knees and crawled after her.

She directed him to his play-pen while she prepared his food.  He crawled in and she closed the side bars behind him.  The side bars weren’t as high as those on his cot but with his feet in the spiked booties there was no way he could stand up to climb out.

Tina picked up the TV remote, turned on the TV and started a DVD.  Hughie winced.  She’d also retrieved the DVD of “The Fairies” from his mother.  “Now I want to hear you shaking your rattle to the music”, Tina told him as she turned the volume up.  “Fairy Dancing Girl” was the song that came on first.  Hughie sighed but then pulled himself together and smiled at Tina while starting to shake his rattle to the music.  He needed his food.

As the second song started the caption came up “Song 2 of 40”, reminding him it was a two hour DVD, he could hear his food being scrapped out of a jar.  He sighed – more baby food.  Tina wheeled his high-chair into the room in front of the TV.  He crawled over and climbed in.  She strapped him in firmly, spoon fed him a large bowl of baby food before leaving him to enjoy the rest of the DVD.  “Oops nearly forgot your rattle!”  She handed him his rattle and waited pointedly until he started shaking it to the music.

“Actually that music is rather annoying isn’t it?”  She stopped the DVD.  Hughie looked at her hopefully.  She took a set of ear buds and plugged them into the TV socket.  She had to wheel his high-chair over right in front of the TV for the short lead to reach.  She loosened his bonnet for a moment and pushed the buds into his ears before tying his bonnet back in place, which ensured the buds were held tightly in his ears.

She locked the wheels of his high-chair.  The large flat-screen now filled the restricted view allowed by his bonnet.  She pressed play.  Hughie winced.  The DVD resumed from the start again.

Tina smiled with satisfaction as she could no longer hear the annoying music.  It filled Hughie’s ears instead, blocking out any other sounds.  After she left he tried looking away from the TV for a while but he had to turn his head so far to get his bonnet to point away from the TV it hurt his neck.  So he had no choice but to sit there in his high chair and watch the fairies dancing on the large screen to the irritatingly childish songs.  He knew he had to keep shaking his rattle if he wanted prompt feeding and changing.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Those last two chapters are really something!

Sissy Baby Hughie really knows now that Tina really means business after being left all night and the next morning in his pee and poop filled nappy. He will obey or else.

What further humiliations await him on this long weekend and after?

[DaraJaney]

As well as his mother’s ‘baby’ pictures, Tina now had lots of photos of adult Hughie in his baby dresses and nappies so it was never any problem getting him back into nappies again if he didn’t want his friends to see the mortifying photos.

Tina decided that she wanted to meet her old college friends and arranged for her younger sister Sam to babysit Hughie.  Sam had a two-year old named Chloe.

Chloe laughed when she saw Hughie in his pink baby dress, sitting in his play-pen, clutching a doll.  “Would you like a pretty dress like that Chloe?” Tina asked.  Chloe made a face “ugh, no!”  “Doesn’t Baby Hughie look pretty in it?”  Chloe giggled and nodded.

“I’m going to change now”, Tina told them.  “Would you like to give Baby Hughie his dinner?” she asked Chloe.  Chloe clapped her hands happily “yes!”  Tina opened the side bars of his play-pen and Hughie crawled out towards his high chair.  “Baby Hughie’s wearing a nappy!” Chloe laughed again.  “That’s right.  He’s not able for pull-ups like you” Sam told her.

“How is the potty training going?” Tina asked. “Good, she’s getting the hang of it”, Sam confirmed.  Hughie climbed into his high chair and Sam strapped him in.  They placed a chair beside him so that Chloe could stand on it to feed him.  She giggled at the sight of this man – almost her uncle – in a pink baby dress, thick nappy, pink tights and booties, strapped into a high-chair, suc-king on a large soother, helpless as a real baby.  Chloe enjoyed every moment of making him suc-k on his bottle and then spoon-feeding him his gooey baby food.

Hughie’s jaw dropped when Tina walked in again.  She was wearing a very tight, low cut and short coc-ktail dress.  As she tottered around in six-inch heels, he was sure he could see stocking tops as the stiff net petticoat of her dress fluttered.  She was dressed much more sexily than she had ever dressed for him.

He would have been aroused by it had she not locked his member in a small tight chastity device – making sure that nothing happened with her sister when she was changing him.

“Now, have I got everything?” Tina wondered out loud.  She opened her handbag.  “Condoms, lubricant, breath mints …”  A whimper came from the high-chair.  He desperately hoped she was teasing him.  “Right!  You guys have fun”, she said as she smiled at Hughie in his high-chair.  She twirled to go out the door and Hughie caught a glimpse of her suspender straps as she did so.

When Hughie’s feed was over Sam asked “will we see if Baby Hughie can use the potty before he goes to bed?”  “Oh yes!” Chloe clapped her hands in anticipation of seeing this man hovering over a potty.  Hughie was appalled as Sam let him out of his high chair and unstrapped his crawling trainers so he could stand.

She led him to the changing table in the spare room – now part-time nursery.  She removed his nappy cover, tights, pulled down his plastic pants and unpinned his nappy.  “Oh look!”  She took his chastity device in her hands and moved it this way and that, examining how it was securely held in place by a ring behind his testicles and she jiggled the little padlock.

Hughie gurgled through his soother, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as his member pressed hard against the sides of the plastic tube and she continued to handle his normally private parts.  “I see there’s a little slit so Baby Hughie can do his business.”

Chloe placed her plastic potty in the centre of the room.  Sam pulled Hughie off the changing table.  “NNnnggghhh!” he protested.  He didn’t want to be wandering around the room with his nappy off and his imprisoned member dangling between his legs.

But what concerned him most was that he had never been able to urinate in company.  He’d always used cubicles in public toilets because if he stood at a urinal and anyone else came in, he just couldn’t perform.

Sam tugged him over until he stood over the potty.  He was desperate to pee but desperately did not want to like this.  Chloe was giggling as she looked on.  He had no choice but to try.  He squatted over the potty and tried to pee.  Nothing.  He tried to think of something else to relax.  But how could he think of anything other than the fact that he was squatting over a potty with his member dangling in a chastity device, wearing a big pink frilly baby dress and bonnet, suc-king on a soother, his hands disabled in mittens and his girlfriend’s little sister and her two-year old girl watching him fail to perform.

“Go on!” Sam encouraged.  He winced.  Chloe laughed and clapped her hands.  “Oh it doesn’t look like Baby Hughie can use a potty”, Sam sighed.  “Let’s give him a few minutes.”  Chloe clapped her hands excitedly again.  Hughie squirmed as he continued to try to bring an end to this humiliation.

But he just couldn’t.  “Never mind”, Sam consoled him.  “Let’s get your nappy back on.”  Hughie eagerly climbed back up on the changing table, never so happy to be pinned into a nappy with his plastic pants restored.

“Why don’t you show Baby Hughie how it’s done?”  She helped Chloe take off her pants and then lowered her pull-ups.  Chloe immediately peed into the potty.  “Good girl!  See?  That’s how it’s done.”  Hughie winced as listening to the jet of pee made his need to go impossible to resist.

“Oh look!  Baby Hughie is wetting his nappy now!” Sam noticed as pee clearly started building up at the lowest point of his plastic pants.  Chloe was finished and stood laughing and pointing at his nappy.  “Baby Hughie is obviously more comfortable wetting his nappy than using a potty.  Tina will be interested to hear that.”

Hughie was mortified but relieved to be changed immediately.  Sam lowered the side bars of his cot so he could climb in.  She slapped his thickly nappied bottom as he climbed in and his short pink nightie rode up.

Hughie sat in his cot, looking up sheepishly beneath his lace-trimmed bonnet as he suc-ked hard on his soother following his failure to use the potty.  Sam raised the side bars until they clicked into place.  “Check that the baby proof catch is in place Chloe.”  Her little daughter, turned the handle on the catch so it was flush with the side bars and Hughie would be unable to open it with his hands disabled in mittens.

“Nighty night!”  Sam turned on the musical mobile dangling over his cot and flicked the switch on the baby monitor.  “Sweet dreams!”  Chloe smiled and waved happily through the bars at Baby Hughie.

“Do you like babysitting Baby Hughie?” Sam asked.  Chloe nodded and giggled.  “Good, because Tina said she’ll be meeting her friends monthly.  Maybe next time Baby Hughie will be able to use the potty for us.”

Hughie watched them leave the room, sniffling and glumly clutching his dolly.  He could hear them go to the sitting room and turn on the TV.  Sam placed the other part of the baby monitor on the coffee table and smiled at Chloe as they heard him shake his rattle in time with the nursery rhyme.

THE END

[Sissy Poopsie]

Great chapter how humiliating for Hughie to be babysat by not only his sister in law but also her toddler niece. Baby Hughie seems as if he will be in nappies a long long time. His niece might want to give baby all her toys which she has grown to big for to be playing with.

It's a shame this seems to be the end of this story. I had hoped it would continue for a while yet.

Thanks for the excellent writing of this wonderful story.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Like all good things, this had to come to an end, and you left us wanting more!

I liked Hughie being babysat by Tina's younger sister with help from her two year old daughter who mocked him for his baby dress, nappies, bottle and spoon feeding his baby food.

I really liked the finishing touches of Tina dressing super sexy and carrying condoms in her purse, having a bladder too shy to use the potty in front of the audience. and finally finding out this will happen every month.

I would like to join Sissy Poopsie, sarahpenguin, and the other readers in saying thank you for your wonderful story and that we are eagerly awaiting your future writing.

[jenniesissy]

I agree that one always hates seeing such a wonderful, creative, well-written story reach its end.  I found it to be one of my favorites - and want to thank you for the time, expertise and creative energy that went into its creation. 

jenniesissy