My first attempt at a story

[robertson]

“There you are!” said my sister, walking towards me, “Mum and I have been looking for you for the last half hour.  Don’t you remember mum told you not to go far away as we were in a hurry? OK come here!” she said as she grabbed my hand.
She turned and started walking with me back the way she came, pulling me along.  As she walked, she took out her mobile and dialled.
“Hi, mum, yes, I’ve got him.” she said, “He was beside the railings at the park”
She listened for a few seconds
“No, I haven’t asked him yet what he was doing there; I thought it was more important to bring him straight back.  Where are you now?”  She listened again
“Oh, I see, yes, yes, ok, I’ll tell him”
Turning to me she said “Mum says to tell you that she had to go on to the hairdressers but even so, she was still late.  They will still do her hair but she missed her slot and she has to wait in the queue.  She says she is furious with you”
She lifted the phone to her ear again, “Yes, I‘ve told him that” she said, “Oh I see, yes, yes, I can tell him that as well, don’t worry, mum”
She turned again to me “Mum says that she promised you the last time you did something like this that she would punish and embarrass you if you didn’t stop your childish  and immature behaviour. You’re 14 not 4, she says”
She listened on the phone again “Yes, of course, mum.  Yes, I know you have to stay in the queue.  Yes, yes.”
I could hear the tones of my mum a bit but not enough to make out the words.
My sister continued listening and replying but it seemed that mum was doing most of the talking “What, really? Are you sure?” Said my sister, “Well of course I can, mum, if that’s what you think is best.  Is there anywhere suitable nearby?  There is?  Right next door to the hairdresser?  Yes, yes that makes sense.  Ok, mum, got it!  Of course I can.  Ok, Ok, see you in about an hour, Bye bye.
She hung up and stopped and looked at me for a few seconds.
She said “Right little brother, mum said that she has decided to punish you by treating you like the little naughty boy you seem to insist on being. She has decided to smack you and put you back into nappies.  The only thing is, she can’t leave the hairdresser, so she has told me to do it”
“NO!” I exclaimed “I don’t believe you”
“Oh yes” she said “You better believe me, if I have to tell mum that you fought me on this, it will be even worse for you.  So let me explain what I am going to do”
“No, please” I said
She ignored me and pointed at one of the benches nearby “I am going to take you over there right now, unbutton your shorts, take them and your underpants down, put you over my knee and smack you like a naughty little boy.  I am going to use my sandal to do it.  After I have smacked your bot bright red then you and I are going to the shopping centre next to mum’s hairdressers.”
“No, please, I won’t do this again!” I wailed, close to tears.
“Be quiet and listen” she said “As I said, after I smack you, we are going to the shopping centre to buy little girly nappies, plastic pants, baby powder, baby wipes and a little girl’s skirt.  After I have bought them I will take you straight to the ladies, put you up on the changing table and change you into the nappy and skirt right in front of everyone.  When we are finished I am to take you right round to the hairdressers to meet mum, dressed like a little baby girl”
She held her hand out “Right, you naughty boy, take my hand and let’s begin”
She pulled me towards the bench “The first thing to do, of course, is to smack you”
We reached the bench and she sat down on it and pulled me in front of her.  “Now hold very still” she said.  She undid the buckle of my belt and slid it open. Then she started unbuttoning my shorts.  As each button popped open I could feel my shorts getting slacker and slacker.  She reached the bottom button, popped it open then started to pull the shorts down.  They had just reached my knees when i heard a voice behind me.
“Oh hi Susan” a girl said “who is this and what’s going on?”
I glanced round, horrified to see a dark haired girl looking at us.
“Hi Melanie” my sister said “this is my brother, Ian, or should I say my naughty brother Ian”
“Why did you take his shorts down?” Melanie asked.
“My sister replied “He has been a really naughty boy to my mum and I today.  He caused my mum to miss her hairdressing appointment so mum has asked me to discipline him”
“So what are you going to do?” asked Melanie.
“I was just about to smack him then I’ll take him to the shopping centre and put him back into nappies.  I had only just started when you arrived” said my sister
“My goodness” said Melanie “Actually I sometimes wish I could smack my brothers.  My mum does it and even does it in front of me but she has never asked me to do it. Anyway, carry on, don’t let me interrupt.”
My sister said as she turned back to me “just offer to help your mum with punishing your brothers.  You’ll be surprised how grateful she’ll be, I’ll bet.” My sister then started to pull down my underpants.  “You see, Melanie, I am going to smack him bare bottom” she said.
Once my underpants were completely down my sister pulled me towards her and put me over her knee.  She then started untying the straps on one of her sandals.
“With your sandal?” asked Melanie “My word that will sting!”
“Of course” my sister said, taking her sandal off and lifting it above where I could see it. “Naughty boys always get very sore bottoms.”

Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

I yelped and was close to tears.  My sister paused for a second.
“Actually, Melanie” she said “why don’t we hang out for a while. After I’ve smacked him, you can come with me to get his nappies and baby clothes. Then we can both change him into them in the ladies.  I’m sure mum will be pleased to see you later.”
“Excellent idea!” said Melanie, “I’d love to”

Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

“You see where naughtiness gets you” my sister said “Smacked by your sister in public in front of one of her friends”

Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

“Wow, his bottom is getting really red” Melanie said
Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack
Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

“Yes” my sister replied “not red enough yet”

Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack
Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

“Just a few more smacks should do it” she said

Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack
Smack   Smack    Smack   Smack   Smack   Smack

“Ok, that’s red enough” my sister said
She stopped smacking me and pulled me back up to my feet.  She pulled my underpants and shorts up and I began to button my shorts.
“What are you doing?” my sister said, “Little boys don’t dress themselves”.  She smacked my hand away and then she started buttoning up my shorts and refastened my belt.
She put her sandal back on and re-tied it then stood up.  She held out her hand “Right, take my hand” she said, turning to her friend she added “Ready, Melanie? Let’s go shopping for my little baby brother”
The three of us started walking along the path towards the supermarket with me holding my 16 year old sister’s hand.  I noticed some people we passed glancing and smirking as they must have seen my sister smack me.
About 10 minutes later we were in the baby section of the supermarket and she took a look at the nappies.  She picked out a pink set, size 7 and asked her friend “What do you think?”
Melanie replied “Perfect for a little girl.  He’ll look really cute in them”
My sister put them in the trolley and added a box of baby wipes and baby powder.  She said “Ok let’s get you a nice girls skirt and top or a little dress, little baby brother”.  We walked over to another section of the supermarket and she picked out a little dress and held it against me.
She went round behind me and held it against me there.
She said to her friend “What do you think of this?”
“I think it’s great” said her friend “and it should be so easy for us to put it on him, we just need to lift it over his head and job done”
My sister came back in front of me and held it against me again “Hmm, I think your right” she said “and it’s nice and short as well, it will make it easy for us to just lift it up and check his nappy wherever we are.  Then if we have to change him we just need to lie him down and lift the dress up”
“Yes” said her friend “also if you need to smack him again you would simply put him over your knee and lift the dress up.  You can then simply take his nappy down by undoing the straps, no fiddling about with belts and buttons.  You could be smacking his bare bottom within about 10 seconds of you thinking about doing it”
“You’re right” my sister said “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t need smacked again soon”
“Perfect!” She said happily “OK that’s us, let’s go to the tills”
We all walked to the queue and as we waited Melanie and my sister talked quietly together.  I felt so embarrassed; I didn’t really listen to them.
We got to the front and the girl at the till put the items through the scanner.  She said “That will be ÂŁ45.99” she said, “That dress is very pretty, who is it for?”
My sister scanned her credit card “Actually it’s for him” she replied “he’s been really naughty and mum asked me to punish him.  I smacked his bottom at the park but now I need to really push home the lesson and put him back into nappies.  I wonder if you would be good enough to tell me where the ladies bathroom is and whether it has a changing station”
The cashier laughed “Wow, he must be so embarrassed!  The ladies is over to the right and, yes, it does have a changing station”
“Ok thanks, bye” my sister said.  She took my hand again and walked towards the ladies with Melanie just behind.  We all entered the ladies and there was a changing station in the middle of the washroom.  My sister led me to it and pulled it down.. She patted it “OK, little baby, up, up, up” she said.  I stood there and said “Please, not here, not with all these women and girls watching.”
“Oh dear, are we being difficult again?  Do you want me to smack you again, right here in front of everyone?” My sister asked “because I will”
“NOOO!” I said
“OK then, up, up, up” patting the table again.
I sat up on the table.  “Good boy” she said “Melanie, can you give me a hand? Can you take his t shirt off while I take his shorts and pants off?”
“Sure, no problem” said Melanie
The two girls completely stripped me and then my sister laid me down on my back, opened the pack of nappies and took one out.  She slid it underneath me and opened the baby wipes.  She took a wipe out and started wiping round my bottom and front.  She threw the wipe in the bin and opened the baby powder.  She sprinkled a lot around my bottom and in the nappy then, putting the powder down pulled it securely round me and did up the tapes “OK, sit up little brother, arms up”
I did as I was told and she put the dress over my head.  Once it was nearly on she said “Right, stand up.”  I stood up and she pulled the dress down as far as it would go, which was just past my nappy.  She held out her hand, “Perfect!” she said, “OK take big sister’s hand and let’s go and see mum”

[robertson]

Part 2 -  Becoming Angela (Yes, a title)

It was about 10 minutes walk, from the shopping centre to the hairdressers, and my sister held my hand the whole way, chatting to Melanie, as we walked.
We arrived at the hairdressers and there was mum, sitting at one of the seats, while one of the hairdressers attended to her.  She looked round, and saw the three of us, my sister still holding my hand.
“Hi Susie, dear”, she said, “I see you’ve put him in his nappy and girls dress.  Did you smack his bottom, as well?”
“Oh yes, his bottom got well smacked. I used my sandal”
“I can confirm that”, said Melanie, “I got to see it all, and then I helped Susan put him in his nappy, and this dress.”
My mother turned to the hairdresser, and asked how much longer her hair would take.  The hairdresser, who had been taking quick glances at me, replied that it would be another 10 minutes or so.  She set to work, finishing mums hair.
“Why don’t the three of you just wait, since i will only be another 10 minutes”, said my mum, “there’s a seating are right there.”
My sister, still holding my hand, led me to the seating area, where, to my horror, instead of letting me take my own seat, sat down, and pulled me onto her lap, where she started to bounce me up and down a little, while she chatted with Melanie.
Ten minutes later, my mum was finished, and went over to the cash desk, to pay.  She had a short conversation, with the hairdresser, and both of them looked over at us.  The hairdresser nodded, and mum came over towards us.
“Ian, honey”, she said, “You look so cute, in that dress, I’ve decided to get your haircut, in a more girly style.  Kathy said that it’s long enough to do so, and she has time to squeeze you in, just now.
“But mum,” I began.
She cut me off. “Firstly, its, “mummy”, from now on, not, “mum”.  You deserve a longer, more complete punishment, for all of your naughtiness.  So you’re going to be a little baby girl, for a while.  Now get over there, and sit down quietly, and sit still so Kathy can fix your hair.
Blushing furiously, I made my way over to the seat.  As i got over, Kathy, the hairdresser, winked at me, and said “Sit down, I’ll soon have you all nice, and pretty”. Miserably, I sat down, and Kathy got to work.
It took her about half an hour, and soon, I was looking at the mirror, where this girl with a pink dress and curls, looked back at me.
“Mum”, I began.
“”Mummy”,” said my mum.
“Mummy, I can’t go about like this, everyone is going to laugh at me.”
“Well that’s too bad, you should have thought of that earlier, before you were so naughty.  Now, take your sister’s hand, and let’s go.  I don’t want any more arguing.”
I took my sister’s hand, and we left, heading for the car.  We got in, and Melanie asked if she could come home with us, as she wanted to hang out with Susan, for a while.  My mum agreed, so Melanie got in as well.  It was quite embarrassing, that my sister insisted on doing up my seat belt.
We set off, but not in the direction of home. “Where are we going, mum?”, asked my sister.
“We have to get some supplies for your brother.  He’s going to be a baby girl for quite some time, so he’ll need more than just one dress, and one packet of nappies.  He will need other things, as well. Here we are”, mum said, as she pulled into a car park.
“Oh, this will be such fun”, said Melanie, “buying clothes for a baby girl.”  She reached across, and pinched my blushing cheek.  We all got out, and I saw that the shop we stopped it, was Mothercare.  My mum took my hand, and led me in to the shop, with my sister and Melanie, close behind.
“Right Susie, dear, go and get more nappies, powder, and wipes, while I take him to be fitted for his clothes and shoes.”
My sister disappeared with Melanie, and my mum approached one of the assistants, a pretty girl, who looked to be still a teenager.
“Good afternoon em “Stacy””, mum said, glancing at the name badge, “I need, let me see now, perhaps two little skirts, one set of petticoats, one dress, five or six baby girl’s pants, that will fit over a nappy, seven pairs of little girl’s socks, two pairs of shoes, and two sets of nightwear, for a little girl.  I also need two dummies and two baby’s bottles”
“Certainly”, said Stacy, “How old is she?”
“Oh, that’s easy, ”She”, is right here.”, Replied my mum.
“But, isn’t he a boy?”, asked Stacy.
“Yes, but he is in this dress and nappy, for a reason.  I’ve decided to discipline him by treating him like a little baby girl, for a while.”
“Oh, I see”, said Stacy, “OK, come with me.”
She led us first of all, to the clothing section, and mum began taking skirts and dresses, off the rail, and holding them against me.  She selected some skirts and dresses, along with a couple of petticoats and some nighties.
“There’s a changing room, right there”, said Stacy.
“Thanks, don’t say a word, Ian.” My mum said, sternly, as she led me over to the changing room, and came in with me.  She pulled the dress over my head, and started dressing me in the various items, till she was satisfied with a selection.  She left the rejected ones on the rail, and I looked at what had been selected.  There were three skirts, a red one with little flowers, a plain purple one, and a pink one, with baby animals on it. She had also selected a plain white petticoat and a pink one, along with two nighties, and a pink babygro.  Three girl’s blouses, all pink, completed her selection.  We left the changing room, just as my sister and Melanie came back, carrying five packets of nappies, along with baby powder and wipes.
“Wow! They are so nice”, said Melanie, “He’s going to be such a cute little girl”.
“Just one more thing”, said mum, turning to Stacy, “ I need footwear, socks and tights for him”
“Just come this way”, said Stacy.
We were soon all in the footwear section.  My sister picked out some little girl’s socks and white tights for me, while Stacy sat me down then fitted me with various pairs of little girl’s shoes. She eventually picked some pink sandshoes and three pairs of sandals with buckle over straps.
All of the supplies were then taken over to the cash desk, Stacy rang them through.  My mum paid, and we left.  We all got out of the shop, and back in the car.  Before heading of, my mum turned to me.
“I sincerely hope that this has got you thinking, Ian.  You’ve been so naughty and acted so immaturely recently, that I don’t think I had any choice, but to do this to you.  How long I keep you like this, I can’t say, at the moment, but I want an improvement in your attitude, before I even consider stopping your punishment.”  She turned to my sister, “Susie, dear, I hope you will help me look after our new baby girl”.
“Of course, mum”, said my sister, “I’m looking forward to having a little baby sister.”
My mum turned to Melanie, “You can help as well, Melanie. I’ve always like you, as you seem so responsible, and mature.  You are a really good friend, for Susie.  I hope you can find some time, for babysitting Ian, in the future.”
“I’d be delighted”, replied Melanie, “I babysit all the time.  Don’t worry about a thing, and I am well used to looking after little babies.  Changing a bigger baby’s nappy won’t bother me.”
“That’s so kind of you, dear”, replied mum.  She turned back to me. “it’s time we got our little baby girl home, and introduced him to his new life.”

[robertson]

Part 3 of becoming Angela

The journey home took about twenty minutes, and we pulled into the driveway.  I made an attempt, in my way of thinking, of getting my mother to see sense.”
“Mum, “ I started.  She interrupted.
“You know, I think you need to speak like a little baby.  It’s not, “mum”, it’s, “mummy”, from now on, and this is, “mummy Susan”, she gestured at my sister, “and this will be, “Auntie Melanie”, pointing at Melanie.  “If you don’t speak with respect, and call us all what I just told you, then it’s another smacked botty.  Do you understand?”
I blushed and looked down.
“Well?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, er, mummy”
“Good boy.”
She got out and I reached for the door, but she put her head back in the car.  “No, no, just wait a minute”, she said.  She turned to my sister and Melanie.  “Can you get all the supplies out and put them in the living room, for now?”  She walked round the car and opened the door, next to me.  To my horror, she reached in and picked me up, then put me on her hip, and walked towards the house, carrying me, like a baby.
“Mummy, I can walk”
“Hush.  Little babies get carried by their mummies”
She took me in to the house and took me straight to the living room, where she deposited me, gently, on to the couch.  “Now just sit here, for now.  I have to get lunch ready, with the girls.  Little babies stay where they are put, so stay there and don’t move”
She went into the kitchen.
“Susie, in all the excitement, do you know what we forgot at Mothercare?  Yes, the bottles and dummies.  How are we going to feed the baby?”
“Oh!  Actually mum, it might be ok.  Do you remember Auntie Jane visiting us, and she had that cute little baby of hers, Samantha?  Well, I am sure she left some supplies behind, and I think there are some bottles, dummies, and even a sippy cup.”
“Oh, what a relief, can you go upstairs to check, and Melanie and I will get lunch ready”
I heard my sister go upstairs.  “Yes mum”, she shouted down, “they are all here, and there is even that old cot and play pen, so I think we are sorted.”
“Wonderful, but how big is the cot?”
“Oh, well, let me see, yes, it’s four foot eleven inches long.” replied my sister.
“That’s good.  He is only five foot one, so he will fit in it with slightly bent legs.”  I cringed at the thought of being put to bed in nappies, in a cot, suc-king a dummy, after being fed from a bottle, like a baby.  A picture of what life will be like was emerging in my head.
My sister came back downstairs; carrying what looked like wooden parts to a small fence.  She started to build it, in the centre of the room, and, as it emerged, I could see it becoming a baby’s play pen.  She finished assembling it, and tested the gat a few times, then came over to me.  She picked me up and carried me over to the pay pen, then put me inside.
“Now you just stay there, till we get your bottle ready.”  She reached behind her and brought out a dummy, which she put in my mouth.  She then went into the kitchen and started talking with mum (now mummy) and Melanie (now my Auntie).  A few minutes later, all three came back in, my mum carrying a baby’s bottle full of milk.
Mum said, “Melanie dear, would you like to feed him?  It will be good practice for when you are babysitting him.”
“Certainly, I would be happy to!” Melanie said, taking the bottle off her and setting it on the coffee table, in front of the couch.  She walked over to the play pen and picked me up, then carried me on her hip over to the couch.  She sat me on her lap, and leaned me back, rubbing the rubber teat back and forth, across my lips.
“Come on, open up for Auntie Melanie.” she giggled.
“Open up, Ian!” said my mother, sternly.
I opened my mouth and Melanie inserted the teat.  I started to suc-kle, like a baby.  The milk seemed to have some sugar in it, and was quite warm.  I found it disgusting.  While I was drinking it my mother, my sister, and Melanie started to talk about me.
“You know”, said my mother, “Ian is not really a suitable name, for a little girl baby, let’s rename him, while he is being punished.”
“I think, I’ve got it,” said my sister, “how about, “Angela”?  That way we can shorten it to, “Angie.”
“Sounds ideal,” said Melanie.  She beamed down at me, “Come on baby Angie, finish your milk, like a good little girl.”
Somehow, I got the milk down, and Melanie sat me up and put me over her shoulder.  She started to pat my back.  “Come on little baby, burpies for Auntie Melanie.”
“My goodness, you think of everything, Melanie,” My mother said, “I can see you will make a great babysitter!”
Melanie the lifted my dress, and started to check my nappy.  “He’s still dry; I don’t think he needs his nappy changed yet.”
“That’s good,” said my mother, “I think I will put him down for a nap now.  He will probably need changed, when he wakes up, after all that milk.  Did you assemble the cot, as well, Susie?”
“Of course, mum, I even found the lock for the side access gate.  It’s child proof, meaning it can’t be opened from inside the cot.”
My mum walked over, and picked me up from Melanie’s lap, “let’s get the little baby down for beddy byes.  Say goodbye to mummy Susan and Auntie Melanie.”
“Bye.” I said, miserably.
My mum started to carry me upstairs.  She said over her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, girls, and then we can have a nice lunch.”
She carried me upstairs, and took me into her room, where a cot had been assembled.  She laid me down in the slightly too small cot.
“Now be good.  Later on, when you wake up, one of us will change your nappy, and change you out of that dress, in one of the skirts and tops I bought.  Then we a can all go out for a nice walk.  Night, dear.” She kissed my forehead, and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

[robertson]

So, after a considerable time, here is part 4.  A little switch in point of view, hope it works.

Part 4 - Melanie
Melanie Scott stretched her long legs in front of her and sighed, contentedly.  She really could not believe her luck, running into her friend, Susan, while she was spanking her brother.  Susan, of course, gave her the whole story, about why, and later, when they had transformed him in to a little girl, in a nappy, she had met Susan’s mother, and they had all gone shopping for baby gear for the naughty boy.
Now, he had been treated like a little baby girl for a whole week, and she had been allowed to play her part.  Feeding him on her lap, burping him, helping with his nappies, dressing him, undressing him, bathing him, and putting him to bed.  Everything that is, except one thing, spanking him.  That would be getting put right tonight, however.  Up to now it had been Susan and his mum that spanked him, but, tonight, they had tickets for a play, and she was going to be babysitting him.  A dream come true, actually.
Melanie is a tall (about 5 foot 11) girl, slim, athletic (she worked out at gym) and strong, stronger than a lot of boys, in fact.  And, for a fact, much stronger than Susan’s brother, who stood about 5 foot 3, never worked out, was lazy, and, to be honest, a bit of a cry baby.  Melanie had matured early, and had always enjoyed dominating and tormenting little boys (some would say, bullying).  One of her favourite tricks was to get them alone at school, wrestle them in to submission (sitting on top of a boy, pinned beneath you, was such a thrill), then afterwards order them about, and humiliate them.  Of course, in dealing with her two brothers, she was completely dominant, but a bit frustrated that her mother wouldn’t let her spank them.  She had, of course, told her mother the whole story about Susan spanking her brother, and her mother had looked quite thoughtful afterwards.  One could live in hope.
Susan, however,  is a nice girl, strict with her brother, for sure, but, well, nice. Melanie had always been really careful to hide this aspect of her personality from her.  She really liked Susan, and admired her, in fact, but she was reasonably sure that Susan would not approve of the bullying.  However, tonight, Susan would not be there.  It would be just her and her brother, and in any clash of “stories of the night”, later on, she just knew that Susan and her mother would believe her, not the brother.  So, she was free, to do what she liked with him.
She already had one surprise for him.  She was taking her little sister with her.  Mellissa Scott is 10 years old; mature for her age, and, already, more or less, the same height as Susan’s brother.
He won’t like having to sit on a little girl’s lap, to get his bottle.  Or to get his nappy changed by her, or bathed by her, even spanked by her, but it was going to happen.
There was one little cloud on Melanie’s horizon, however.  This babying treatment was not going to last forever.  The plan by Susan’s mother was to treat him like a little baby, until he learnt his lesson, and started to behave more maturely.  Then the baby treatment would stop, and things would go back to normal.  Of course, all the baby equipment would be kept around, as a warning to his future conduct, and what would happen if he misbehaved again, but chances were, he would be so afraid of it happening again, he would behave, and that would be that.
Now, that was a scenario Melanie was anxious to avoid.   This was her first babysitting duty, but she could remember Susan’s mother remarking yesterday of the improvement in “little Angie’s” behaviour.  This would inevitably lead to thoughts about ending his punishment.  So this could easily be the first and only time Melanie would get as his babysitter.
Now, what could she do about it?  Of course she and Angela could have their fun tonight, but it might be the only time.  There would always be some fun, of course, in running in to him in the future, and “reminding” him of his short life as a baby girl, but there wasn’t that much mileage in that.  No, what was needed was to make his behaviour more childlike again.  Behaviour that would encourage his mother to extend his baby punishment.  What would be perfect, of course, is if it became almost permanent
She smiled to herself as she thought about how she would go about this.  She was pretty confident she could do it, but she needed to be careful.  “Operation permanent baby girl” couldn’t be rushed, and taken a little step at a time.
Now she was babysitting him tonight.  When Susan and her mother came back reports of naughtiness, smacked botties, tantrums etc, were part of the plan, and that should on its own get his baby time extended.  She smiled, again.  That would buy more time, certainly past when another babysitting session was due.  Of course he was absolutely certain to misbehave and need his bottom smacked again, then.  Maybe she could keep it going like that?  Maybe more is going to be needed?
She looked at her watch.  It was time.
“Are you ready Mel?” she shouted, “It’s time we were off to Susan’s”
Her answer came in clattering feet, rushing down the stairs.  Her sister appeared, with her eyes shining, grinning excitedly.  She was clearly looking forward to tonight’s events, as much as Melanie.
“I’ll need to watch this one” thought Melanie as they stepped out of the door.

[Sissy Poopsie]

Great chapter and I love this story. I cannot wait to see what happens as sissy is babysat by his aunty.

I for one hope she succeeds in persuading mommy to keep baby in his nappies.

Maybe he should be taken round town in a stroller.

Imagine his embarrassment as his nappies and rubber panties would be on display to everyone he met on their trip.

This could be a punishment for being naughty whilst being babysat.

[babycakes]

Excellent "first attempt" story.  Good descriptions of scenarios, nice selection of punishment clothing.  Do need to watch consistency such as where you mention Ian/Angela is 5'1" and in part 4 state he is 5'3".  Would also appreciate more detailed descriptions of diapers (thickness, disposable/cloth, rubber panties - nursery print or rumba, etc.).    Nevertheless, I respect that this is your story and I am enjoying reading it.  I also happen to agree with many your likes/dislikes stated in your previous post where you state, "I hate the concept of the "willing victim", or stupid stuff like enemas, buttplugs and suppositories, or sexual context such as blowjobs, handjobs, straight or lesbian sex, "c-ummin in your nappy")."  This is particularly the case in the age range in which you are writing. 

You did mention that you have "loads" of other stories.  would you be willing to publish those while continuing to write this story?

Thanks for your hard work.

[robertson]

Excellent "first attempt" story.  Good descriptions of scenarios, nice selection of punishment clothing.

Thanks for your hard work.

I saw that inconsistency myself, just after posting (sorry!)

The other stories are quite short - I lie to attach them to various appealing photos on the internet, and they have to be short enough.  I'll publish one soon and see the reaction.