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frillybabypants

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« Reply #14 on: September 15, 2006, 06:37:59 AM »
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............


frillybabypants

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« Reply #15 on: September 15, 2006, 10:56:09 AM »
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!!


frillybabypants

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« Reply #16 on: September 15, 2006, 05:44:31 PM »
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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« Reply #17 on: September 16, 2006, 09:40:43 AM »
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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« Reply #18 on: September 17, 2006, 05:35:28 AM »
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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« Reply #19 on: September 17, 2006, 09:50:26 AM »
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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« Reply #20 on: October 08, 2006, 03:43:36 AM »
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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