Part 11 – School Days
Angie was now a boy again, at least for school. One needs an education you know, or so his mother and sister said. It was a relief to be out of the girls outfits, but having to wear a nappy to school was a real downer. Plus the minute he got home, it was straight back into girl’s clothes, no matter what.
Melanie and his sister checked up on him all the time and the consequences of a sneaky trip to the bathroom would be a very public bare bottomed spanking by either of them, or both. The thing was, he had wet himself and was walking around with a wet nappy. What he had to do was find whichever one of his sister or Melanie was alone, and ask to be changed. This was difficult as they were popular and always seemed to be surrounded by other girls. How could he get one of them alone so that he wouldn’t have to endure a public nappy change?
It was break time but that would only last another 15 minutes, and he was running out of time. If he didn’t get changed then it would be a wet nappy right through physics and chemistry. He couldn’t bear the thought of that but couldn’t bear the thought of his sister or Melanie changing him either. What to do? He wandered through the corridors, and looked into one of the form rooms, where his sister often hung out and couldn’t believe his luck.
There, framed against the far window, was Melanie, and all alone. Now was his chance! He quickly stepped into the room, only to be horrified at the sight of four girls, at the far end of the room, seated down, where he couldn’t see them from the outside. He tried to retreat but -
“What do you want?” asked Melanie
“Er, nothing” He said, feeling for the door behind him.
Melanie smiled “Stop! Stay where you are. Wait a minute; have you wet your nappy? Don’t fib now, boys who fib get their bottoms smacked”
He blushed bright red “Yes”
“No problem! I’ll change you, but you have to ask properly”
“What do you mean?” he asked
“You have to tell me that you are just a little boy, who has wet his nappy, and then say “please Miss Melanie, can you change me” Go on.”
He stood still and blushed even redder.
“If you don’t say it, you’ll be over my knee, nappy down, bot smacked, then put straight back in that wet nappy”
“OK, OK” he said
“Go on then – “I’m a little...”” she said rolling her arm round and round
Still he stood there. She put her leg up on a stool, and started to unbuckle her sandal.
“Are you really going to be naughty?” she asked “This sandal will really make your bottom red”
He heard giggles from his left. A voice piped up “Go on, Mel, smack his bottom!”
“You have 5 seconds”, she said “5, 4, 3,....”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
“Good boy! Again!”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
“Again”
“I’m a little boy, who wet his nappy. Please Miss Melanie, can you change me?”
She buckled her shoe up again, to a groan of disappointment from the other girls. “Of course I can, lie on this desk. Don’t fidget”
He lay down on the indicated desk and covered his face, horrified at having his nappy changed in front of the girls. Such sensitivities were, of course, nothing to Melanie. She still loved the power she had over him. She made sure that the nappy change took as long as possible, especially at the baby powder stage when she took great and exaggerated care to sprinkle it everywhere.
Ian just lay there and thought of his future.
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