My first attempt at a story

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

an escape to a fantasy land that is all too real at times.

[robertson]

Part 5 – Susan
Before beginning this part, I have now read lots and lots of these types of stories, and one thing struck me – almost all are told in the first person.  I wonder why and that has partly motivated to tell in this and the last part in the third person.
Can I ask what people prefer?
Anyway here is part 5
Susan MacDonald looked at herself in the mirror, really concentrating as she put the finishing touches to her make up.  “Not bad” she thought to herself.  She was quite pretty, around 5 foot 6 inches tall, slim, with blonde hair.  She hardly needed the make up, so a touch of lipstick and mascara was enough.
She had a passion for the theatre and hoped to become an actress, and it was really good for her mum to treat her to a play tonight, as part of her birthday celebrations.  She was turning 17 tomorrow.  A big girl now, she thought. 
Unlike her immature little brother, who now had had a week of being treated like a baby girl and it had not seemed to be having the desired effect, making him more mature and grown up.  Why, just the other day, when she took him to the shopping centre, he had run off, and not stayed beside her, as she had clearly instructed, and she had to waste 20 minutes looking for him.  Of course she had put him over her knee, right there, in the middle of the shopping centre, and smacked his bare bottom good and hard, then put him straight to bed when they got home.  Nevertheless, only this morning, when she had him on her lap to feed him his bottle, it had taken one or two smacks on his bare legs, to get him to take it and co operate.
Perhaps, she thought, Melanie could sort him out tonight, when she babysat him.  She knew Melanie didn’t put up with any nonsense, and, in fact, she was vaguely aware that there may be a darker side to Melanie.  She had seen her put a boy over her knee, at school.  Melanie told her he had been cheeky to her and deserved it, but the boy insisted that he had done nothing and that she had being doing that kind of thing to him for weeks.  He had tearfully said that she had thrust his head down the toilet as well.  Melanie had denied it all, but the boy seemed pretty upset.
The thing was she was not as straight laced as Melanie seemed to think.  I mean, take my brother, she thought.  She actually was enjoying the situation.  She liked having the power over him.  More than she thought she would.  It was great that she could spank him, feed him, bath him, dress and undress him, change his nappies (she always took her time over this, especially if she was changing his nappy in public), put him to bed and just simply bounce him on her lap, just like a little baby.
In fact she like it so much, she was beginning to think that she didn’t want his baby punishment to end anytime soon.  She hadn’t said anything to her mum about this, and she didn’t know how her mum would feel about a long extended stay for her brother as baby Angela, but perhaps she could broach the subject tonight, maybe at the interval of the play. 
Just then the doorbell rang.  She went to the door and there was Melanie.  Also there, however, much to her surprise was her sister Melissa.
“Hi” she said, giving her friend a hug, “how are you?
“Great”
“I see you’ve brought your sister” Susan added “Come in and have seat in the living room”
“Oh yes, I thought I could do with some assistance” said Melanie
Melissa piped up “I’ve never babysat anyone before, let alone someone older than me.  I am looking forward to it.”
“I am sure you’ll make a great babysitter” said Susan “mum should be back any minute, and then we’ll be off.  My brother is in his room.  You should bath him and put him in his nightie, and a new nappy at 7, then feed him his bottle and put him to bed between 7:30 and 8.  Don’t put up with any nonsense.  If you need to, smack his bottom.”
Melissa replied “Oh don’t worry, I’ve worn my hard Scholl sandals, in case I need to spank him”
Susan giggled, “Well I really meant your sister, but you can certainly spank him, if needed as well.  In fact, getting spanked by a 10 year old might do him good”
Melanie said “You giggled there, do you find all this funny?”
Susan said “Actually I do.  I didn’t expect this, and please don’t tell him, but I love the power I have over my brother.  I wish that baby Angela would be around for a long, long time”
Is that a fact? Thought Melanie, how interesting.
Just then the door opened and Susan’s mother came in
“Hi Melanie...oh, and hi Melissa.  Thanks for looking after the baby tonight.  Has Susan told you his regime?”
“Yes, she has”
“Good.  Well sorry we don’t have time to chat but we really have to go.  Perhaps we can chat over coffee when we get back, then I’ll run you home”
We certainly will have a chat later, thought Melanie, especially given what Susan just told me.
With that Susan’s mum picked up her car keys, and Susan and her mum left.  Seconds later  Melanie heard the car start, the pull out the driveway.
She winked at her sister.  “Are you ready to meet Angela?  Let’s go get him.  I think a small session bouncing on your lap will do to begin with”
Her sister was already off up the stairs, giggling excitedly.

[robertson]

Part 6 – Mummy
Ms.  Aileen MacDonald sat at the kitchen table, sipping a coffee and thinking.  She thought she had done well as a single mother but Ian was a constant problem.  Being cheeky, getting in to bother, disobeying her, and now playing up his babysitters.  She found it so embarrassing that Melanie had told her about how both her and her sister (a10 year old Girl!), had spanked Ian last night, he was so badly behaved.
When she and her daughter had arrived home, Ian was standing in the corner, nappy down, smacked bare bottom on full display, in all its crimson glory.  The baby girl treatment and smacked bottoms had improved things a bit, but not as much as she had hoped.  Indeed, it was hard for her to think of when the treatment would be allowed to stop.  She was thinking really hard about how she could really get it home to Ian that she meant business and that he would not be out of those nappies and baby girl clothes any time soon, while he maintained his current behaviour.
She had been thinking that she really needed to take things a stage further; he had to really feel like a baby.  There was more to being a baby than nappies and baby clothes. 
So, for the last few days she had been taking treatment to begin lactation again.  She had concluded that being breastfed by his mummy, while sitting on her lap would be the ultimate embarrassment for him.  She also fully intended to breastfeed him in front of others and in public.
She glanced down at her small breasts, tiny actually.  Her body type was the tall slim athletic type.  Although her breasts were small, they did produce lots of milk, and she remembered very well that she always produced an excess, which she would pump out then store in baby bottles.
She could feel the pressure from the milk right now, and thought about going upstairs to give Ian his first feed, but decided to wait.  Her daughter would be home soon, along with the two Mels, and if she breastfed him in front of them all, he would have the most embarrassing time in his life.
Of course this action would have the consequence that his baby punishment would be extended lot further than she had meant in the first place.  Now she was lactating, she could hardly switch it off like a tap in one or two weeks.  No, Ian was going to be a little baby girl called Angela, for at least the next three months.
She looked up as she heard voices coming up the path to the house, one of which was definitely her daughter.
She stood up.  It was time.

[krystalasbaby2017]

A bottle is embarrassing enough but now to be breastfed especially in front of his sis and her friends hope this works

[Corinne]

Robertson, I just read your story "My first attempt at a story" and I enjoyed it very much. Will there be a follow on to part 6?

[patticakes]

I prefer stories in this genre to be written in the third person as it is easier for readers to vicariously endure the protagonist's humiliating experiences than it is in the first person, and this is what makes for an entertaining, exciting read. It is more exciting to imagine how Ian feels than to have him tell the readers. This works well providing the narration doesn't skimp on the details. 
Speaking of that, I wish Part Six would have described Melanie's and Melissa's babysitting session with Ian in detail: bathing him, diapering him, feeding him, spanking, etc.  I would be great if you would consider revising and make the current Part Six, Part Seven. 
But, for a first attempt, you are doing great.  Keep it up.  Thank you for your story.

[robertson]

Part 5a – The babysitters
Melanie had a herd job catching up with her sister.  She managed to be just behind her, however, just before the door of the “nursery”.  They opened the door, and there was Ian, sitting at the window, dressed, in a pink tank top and denim skirt, his nappy bulging out.
“Can’t I just stay here alone?” he asked
“Don’t be silly” Melanie said, firmly “little girls can’t be left, all on their own.  There is no telling what they might get up to, or what harm may come to them”.  With that she walked over and picked him up, swinging him on to her hip “Come on Mel, let’s take the baby downstairs”
They walked down, Melanie bouncing him slightly as she walked.
“Put me down, I can walk, and I’m not a little gi-“ He was hushed with a finger over his lips from Melissa, just behind “Shhh baby, be good, and when you speak to us it’s “Auntie Melanie” and “Auntie Melissa”
They entered the living room and Melanie said “Right Mel, sit on that armchair, and I’ll give you the baby”.  Melissa sat down and Ian was placed on her lap. She started to bounce him up and down on her knee, making baby noises and his face went a deep shade of red, being sat on a younger girl’s lap and bounced like a baby”.
“OK?” asked Melanie “Keep him here and I’ll go prepare his bottle, then you can feed him”.  She went in the kitchen and returned a few minutes later, with a baby bottle, and handed it to her sister.
“Open up!” Melissa commanded.  He tried to resist and clamped his lips shut “I said open up.  Do you want a smacked botty? I’ll really do it, you know”.  With the threat of getting spanked by a 10 year old, Ian took the nipple and started to suc-kle.  She made him drink the whole bottle, which, of course, led to a wet nappy.  After burping him, Melissa checked the nappy.
“Ooh!, He’s wet” she exclaimed.
“All babies wet their nappies” replied her sister “He’s due a bath anyway, keep him there and I’ll go run it”
“I don’t want to be bathed by you two – especially her” Ian said “She’ younger than-“
Again he was hushed “one more word out of place and you’ll be straight over my knee”, Melanie said “Or even worse, her’s!”
She went upstairs and ran the bath.  Meanwhile Melissa started to undress him.  He started to open his mouth, but shut it again when he saw the stern look on his babysitter’s face.  In a short while, all that was left was the nappy.  Melanie came back.  “Right, let’s get the baby upstairs”, she said, lifting him of her sister’s knee, once more putting him on her hip, carrying him upstairs, sister running excitedly behind.  She got him in the bathroom and removed the nappy.  He tried to cover himself up, but Melanie slapped his hand away “Babies have no modesty, or right to privacy”
Soon, he was in the bath and the two girls set to, with gusto, scrubbing him, washing his hair, soaping and rinsing.  It seemed, to Ian, to take absolute ages, and was unnecessarily rough.  Then, he was hoisted out the bath, and roughly towel dried.  Melanie picked him up again and carried him through to the nursery changing table.
“Mel, do you want to put his nappy on?”  The answer was an excited squeal, then a rush to get the nappy, powder and wipes. “Actually, not that one, Mel, get the cloth one.  He will be going to bed soon and this will be better for night time”
So it was that Ian got powdered, wiped, and pinned into a cloth nappy by his 10 year old babysitter, while her big sister supervised the process.  This was followed by plastic pants and a girl’s nightie.
“Ok”, now you are ready, you can stay up for another half hour”, Melanie said, carrying him downstairs.  He was deposited in his play pen “Be good and play with your toys”
“This is-“, he started to say, but a glare from Melanie shut him up.  The two girls then sat on the couch, talking, with occasionally glances at the “baby”.  Ian, of course, was not remotely interested in little baby girl toys and got bored.  All the time some pent up fury was boiling inside.  He couldn’t take this any longer!  He abruptly stood up, and threw a little doll across the room, where it bounced off the wall and knocked an ornament over.  It smashed when it hit the floor.
“You naughty, naughty little baby, you”.  Both girls exclaimed.  Melanie marched over and picked him up “One smacked bottom, coming up”
“I want to smack him”. Said Melissa.
“Of course”.  He was handed over.  His nappy and pants came down and he was put over the young girl’s knee.  Melanie took off her sandal and handed it to her sister “Smack him as hard as you can”
Melissa was strong for her age and it wasn’t long till his bottom was bright red, almost purple and he was howling loudly.  She absolutely leathered him., even Melanie was impressed and doubted she could have smacked him much harder.
After the spanking was over, he was led to the corner, nappy still down.  Melanie lifted up his nightie and pinned it up, leaving his bright red bottom on display.  He was there a good hour, before Melanie decided to put him to bed in his cot.  She had just decided to do it, when she heard a key in the lock, and in came his mother and sister, just in time to see his smacked bottom.
“Oh!  Have you been a naughty boy?”.  Susan asked.