I opened my eyes sleepily, I was securely tucked up and very wet, indeed my nappy was soaking. Meanwhile, I could hear my sisters party arrangements take place beneath my bedroom window.
I had been trying to attract someone's attention by gurgling into my baby monitor, but that is pretty difficult when you have a baby's dummy secured in your mouth.
Eventually I heard the door being unlocked and watched from behind my cot bars as it swung open.
The tall imposing figure of nanny towered over the rails as she stared down at me, the lines on her face artificially smoothed by her tightly drawn back hairstyle.
“Nanny’s here to take care of you and make sure you don't cause any disruption to the birthday party.” She cooed in that syrupy voice she often used when talking to me.
I tried to cower beneath my comfort blanket as she lowered the cot rail and extended her arms to lift me out of my damp prison.
Nanny wore her blue nannies dress with the white bib front apron, I could feel the stiffness of the starch as she positioned me toddler like on her hip.
She untied the dummy, I had been nervously chewing on the rubber teat, working it from side to side in my mouth. A trickle of dribble ran down from the corner of my mouth as it plopped out.
“Don’t you have a kiss for Nanny?" She proffered her cheek and I reluctantly kissed her, catching her scent of baby oil and talc as I did so.
"That’s a good baby," she soothed, carrying me toward the bathtub as her hand patted the tell-tale damp patch on my pyjama clad bottom.
“Oh dear someone’s done wetties haven’t they?”
Foolishly I shook my head, despite my protestations of innocence it was very obvious that once again I had been unable to control myself as I slept, evidenced by my soaking nappy that had seeped through to dampen my pale blue, flannel Bob the Builder pyjamas.
"I think our naughty little boy is telling fibs and babykins has made more work for nanny," she commented as she removed my nappy, plastic pants and pyjamas
Nanny placed me in the bathtub and gave me a good lathering with loads of soapy suds using her special soft washcloth, as much as I hated being bathed by nanny her slow, caressing touch always made me compliant and relaxed. As she moved lower down my body I began to gasp and moan, enjoying her caresses, but nanny was not one to allow such naughtiness to occur and the sudden use of her scrubbing brush made me yelp and I knew not to expect any sympathy as she scrubbed my enjoyment away.
“Naughty baby, shall nanny spank?” She threatened.
“Sowwy nanny”, I whispered softly, using baby talk to appease her. She smiled at me as she lifted me out of the suds, my skin now shiny pink and smelling sweet. “Clever babykins, you know how much nanny enjoys you talking like the sweet little babykins you are, nanny doesn’t want to hear big boy talk from you at all today understand.”
She sat me on the edge of the changing table. Nanny has her special big red holdall with her. "Babykins dress up bag," she calls it.
"Now then, let's get Babykins ready for Mary’s party shall we? Let's see what nanny has for her babykins to wear today?”
I watched in trepidation as she opened the bag and started to remove various babyish items.
"No Nanny no!" I tried to protest as I saw what emerged from her bag but she was too strong.
She forced me onto my back and proceeded to smother me in baby cream.
“There will be no nappy rash for my baby,” she commented before cascading talc-um powder down onto my groin. Her face focused intently on mine as she worked the powder into my loins.
She wiped her hands and I watched fearfully as she delved into the bag, she placed four squares of old-fashioned flannelette on one another and folded them in the traditional manner.
“Upsy-daisy”, nanny ordered, patting my tummy. I arched my back as she slipped the nappies underneath my raised body, the soft layers were drawn together and I felt my excitement mount as the soft flannelette caressed me as she expertly drew the corners together, pinning the nappies tightly onto me.
Nanny looked down at me and placed her hand on the front of my nappied torso and pressed gently down. I squirmed under her touch.
“Babykins loves the feel of the soft nappies against willy winky doesn’t he?" Nanny teased me as she continued to apply gentle pressure. I writhed and thrust my groin forward to increase the sensation, but then, cruelly and as I knew she would,she removed her hand and slapped the inside of my thigh sharply with the palm of her hand and I went from pleasure to pain in a mere moment.
“Tut, it’s your sister’s birthday, not yours babykins,” she remonstrated coldly as I was instantly shrivelled. She selected a dummy with a yellow mouth guard and eased it between my reluctant lips and tied it in place so that my protests became mere infantile gurgles.
“There now, much better, nanny doesn’t want to hear your disgusting groans and grunts. Now, let’s see what else I have for you in my bag."