Phonecall to Babyland 15
Nanny approached the nursery and slowly turned the key in the lock. All was now quiet as Anthony had exhausted himself. She opened the door and immediately spotted Anthony asleep on the carpet covered in the pink towel. Nanny put her bag down and surveyed the infant for a moment before roughly pulling off the towel Anthony was wrapped in. He looked startled as he opened his eyes to the ruddy face bearing down on him. Before he could come to, nanny had hold of his ear and was twisting it violently. Anthony let out a scream as he was brought to his feet. Marching him over to the high backed chair she sat down, pulling the still screaming Anthony over her ample lap, face up.
‘Right babykins, can you explain why you are not dressed and in your cot? Mmm? Nanny is going to have to give her baby girl a taste of nursery discipline for getting undressed and being out of her cot.’ She pinched his cheek looking for a response.
'Nanny is the one in charge now, and I am the one who dresses baby and takes her out of her cot,' said nanny sternly.
Anthony was still too shocked to say anything, as she turned him over. Realising her intended purpose he struggled, but it made no difference, nanny was indeed in charge.
‘Baby has always wanted a nanny to look after her, hasn’t she?’ Not waiting for a reply she continued. ‘Well aren't you a lucky baby. Baby has got her wish. ‘
Anthony struggled on her lap. ‘Let me go you fat pig,’ he shouted as his resistance was met with nanny’s powerful grip.
Satisfied with baby’s position the first smack from nanny’s rough hand landed on his tender behind. Anthony yelped. He was just about let out another cry when the second blow landed on the opposite cheek. Soon nanny found her rhythm turning baby’s botty into a glowing beacon.
After she had decided baby had had enough, she sat him up on her lap. Tears streamed down baby’s red cheeks, as Anthony bawled.
‘There, there babykins, let it all out, crying is good for little sissy’s like you. Baby has to learn some hard lessons, but luckily she has her nanny to help her, hasn’t she? I know all about your little tantrums and the haughty way in which you treat the staff. Well, I can assure you that they are going to have the last laugh from now on. Nanny is going explore all your dirty little secrets, and I think we will begin now. No point in delaying the inevitable.’ Nanny announced with a smile.
Nanny expertly placed Anthony on the floor. He was still sobbing still, unable to comprehend the past few minutes.
Nanny busied herself unfolding a plastic cot under sheet, placing it on the floor in the centre of the nursery. Her eyes scanned the room till she spotted what she was looking for, baby’s discarded dummy. Holding it in front of Anthony’s mouth she waited for him to open. Anthony’s lip quivered and parted, Nanny inserted the large teat.
‘Don’t remove that unless you want another trip over my knee. Now get on this mat. ‘ Nanny ordered.
Anthony started to get to his feet. ‘Sissy baby’s only crawl, unless of course they have their reins on, then they can toddle. I don’t see any reins on baby, so why is she trying to get up?’
Anthony took the advice and got on his knees and started to crawl the short distance to the awaiting mat.
‘Arch your back, I want to see your botty high in the air. It will be far more dramatic when you’re displaying your nappy and baby pants. I can see we will need some practice in baby and toddler deportment, still we have plenty of time for nanny to help you in your desire to become a sissy baby girl.’
‘But I don’t want to,’ blurted out Anthony as he snatched the dummy from his mouth.
‘Dear me, what a naughty baby nanny has here, that’s another spanking you’ve just earned yourself. As time is pressing it can wait until bedtime’. Nanny shook her head and forced the dummy back between Anthony’s lips.
‘I suppose you didn’t want to phone the baby shop asking sissy questions about nappies and baby panties. I’ll bet baby spurted her sissy cream all over her plastic baby panties, as the graphic descriptions of frilly plastic lined baby panties were relayed back to her. I suppose you didn’t want to that either?’ Enquired nanny.
Nanny continued. ‘Your mother has examined your laptop and found all those sissy baby sites you visit. It has been quite informative about your personality and sexual preferences. All those sissy baby stories you had saved, it was so good of you to rate them for us. I suppose you didn’t want to that either?
Anthony suc-ked harder on his dummy as he tried to work out how they had got past his password.
‘I know what you’re thinking baby. It was so simple to guess, who else would have thought of the password Babykins, but a dribbling sissy waiting for her next nappy change.’ ummm, babykins. Nanny bent over to look in Anthony’s eyes.
‘And when you finally had your nap nap and baby panties on you wet yourself just like the sissy baby you are. I suppose you didn’t want to that either, didums. Well baby obviously doesn’t know what is good for her, so nanny is here to decide that for her. Your mother and I have discussed an appropriate treatment and we have decided to let you be the nappy wearing sissy you have always wanted to be. I have formulated a nursery timetable that takes care of all baby’s training but leaves you plenty of time to reflect on your baby status while sitting in a wet or dirty nappy, waiting for change time’.
‘Now let me see you sit like a proper little baby. Legs wide apart, calves flat on the mat, elbows bent, and hands dangling uselessly at the sides of your tummy. There no need for any modesty as all babies are seen in their birthday suit by anyone who happens to drop by’. Nanny continued cheerfully.
Anthony was far from cheerful as he contemplated his situation. This woman is stronger in mind and body than he had anticipated.
Nanny busied herself tidying up the shredded clothes from the floor, tut tutting to herself as she did so. She retrieved baby’s dirty nappy from the bin without a sign of revulsion on her face. She examined the contents and folded it up carefully before placing it in a nappy sack with the baby pants.
‘We will be using this later on didums. Baby will have to learn that only adults can touch her nappy, so this will go back on tonight. A nice sore nappy rash will remind you of the fact.’ Nanny smiled down at a dejected Anthony.