A visit to Nana's by kay3070. Part 8
November 07, 2015
Nana untied my feet first then proceeded to do the same with my arms. I stood up very gingerly because my warm soggy nappy shifted as I moved, certainly not an experience I was used to. The ladies took full advantage of this - the second I was upright, Mrs Cartwright and Mary grabbed one arm each and held me fast. Mrs Cartwright stepped slightly forward and turned her head to me:
"Now listen to me you little sissy boy, it's time to get those plastic pants and nappy off you, so lets get you on the changing table."
The crowd of women parted and for the first time I laid eyes on the setting of my next humiliation. The very sturdily built table stood at a height of about two and a half feet from the ground, it was as long as a single bed but only just over half the width. On the top there was a plastic covered mattress two inch thick and in the center of that, a large changing mat. The only other decoration was several metal rings spaced across the side of the table, not far from the top. I was marched across to it like a prisoner of war and forced to climb onto the mattress, lying down with my bum on the mat. As Nana placed a small cushion under my head, I felt the other two women pin my arms by tying them with ribbon to one of the circles on each side. When I saw Janis lining up her shot, my panic went into overload - I belatedly began to struggle against my bonds, even kicking my legs in the air. SMACK! Mrs Cartwright slapped me square across my inner thigh.
"Behave yourself now! otherwise we will tie your legs down and leave here for half an hour with no nappy on!"
That stopped me pretty quick. A few minutes of being naked from the waist down was one thing but being bound on this table for half an hour like it - no thank you. I took a deep breath and resigned myself to my fate. Nana reached up and removed the little padlock. Then she gripped the top with both hands and slowly pulled the damp plastic pants down my legs. I held myself stiff, trying as best as I could not to make much contact with them. Once they were at my ankles, Nana took of my shoes and slid the pants over my feet, dropping them to the floor. She unpinned my nappy and peeled the soaked cloth from around me. Even though it was a warm day, I still felt a slight chill as the air hit my wet skin. I lifted my bum and the whole soggy mess was pulled out from underneath, leaving me completely exposed. Mrs Cartwright looked down at my groin:
"Wait a moment, his little boy's things are still surrounded by hair. I'm afraid that just won't do! Jean! could you bring the shaving set along with the hot water."
Oh you have got to be kidding me! I looked across at Nana, hoping she would stop this but when I saw the knowing smile on her face, I knew she had been expecting it to happen. Jean reappeared carrying a tray on which there was a bowl of steaming water and the required tools. Nana took the bowl, dipped in a sponge and proceeded to wash between my legs. When she was satisfied I was clean again, she stepped back and asked Mrs Cartwright
"Should we tie his legs down for this, just to make sure he stays still."
"Oh don't worry about that, he'll stay still alright. They always do when you're holding a sharp instrument a hairs breadth from their privates."
She lent forward with a pair of scissors and trimmed my short and curlies down to stubble. Next, the whole area was lathered up with soap using a shaving brush. Mrs Cartwright picked up what looked like a women's razor (it was pink - of course!) and took her time gently scraping away the last of my manly hair and another chunk of my pride. She dropped the razor back into the bowl, then, as she wiped around my groin she looked me straight in the eye:
"There, that's much better. Little boys like you shouldn't have hair down there, only men have that and you can hardly be described as a man now can you!" She glanced down my legs. "Well, from what I can see the rest of your body looks mostly hairless due to your age, so I'm not going to deal with that right now. We can always sort that out later on with removal cream."
Nana took back over, getting me to lift my bum so she could slide out the mat and place a fresh nappy under me. As she pinned me into the enveloping folds of material, I gave out a small gasp - my newly shaved nether regions were particularly sensitive, even against the soft terry cloth. I never thought that I would ever be grateful to be pinned into a nappy but after being naked from the waist down in front of eighty women, it was quite a relief. I just wondered how long it may stay on for this time, especially as I had expected a good spanking before now - made me worry as to what else was planned that I didn't already know about. From the depths of Mary's bag came another pair of pink plastic pants. Nana shook them out, slipped them over my feet and pulled them up to fit snugly over my nappy before re-locking them. The pantyhose came next, gently rolled up my legs and wrestled into to place with the occasional tug. To finish off, those embarrassing frilly bloomers were added over the top of everything else with the small padlock snapped into place. Nana re-buckled my Mary Jane shoes onto my feet and my arms were untied, freeing me from this table of humiliation. Although I was already climbing down, Mrs Cartwright still had to bellow at me:
"Come along, hop to it! it's always the same - put you little sissies on a mattress and all you want to do is lie there with your legs in the air showing off your nappied bottoms to everybody!" This brought a fresh wave of laughter from the crowd and several more comments on what a little baby I was. Nana fussed and flapped about with my panties and dress then stared me in the face.
"Right my lad, it's time for you to entertain these ladies with a little song...I hope you've remembered the words."
I doubted that it would make any difference what so ever whether I got it right or not, I was sure to be punished one way or another, especially with Mrs Cartwright taking a hand in everything. Once more, I was held fast and frog marched forward, this time heading further down the spacious garden. We stopped right in front of a raised wooden gazebo. It was hexagonal in shape and completely open sided with six thick supports holding up a thatched roof. Between the front facing pillars, three wide steps lead up to what was to be my stage. I was walked onto the platform and turned around to face the expectant audience. As the two ladies left me there, I just stared dumbly at the sea of faces.
"Well take out your dummy and get on with it, stupid child!" Mrs Cartwright shouted. I nervously plucked the dummy from my lips and with little enthusiasm sang the words that had been imprinted on my brain the night before.
"I'm a little sissy 1 ,2, 3,
I wear plastic pants and a big nappy,
I'll lift my dress so you can see,
My panties are pink and very frilly.
And if you find that I'm being naughty,
Nana says you can punish me,
Make me bend straight over your knee,
And spank my bottom 1, 2, 3."
Although peels of laughter came from the gathered ladies, Mrs Cartwright placed her hands on her hips and scowled.
"Is that the best that you can do? Well? is it?" before I could answer she carried on berating me "Standing there like a lost sheep, muttering your way through the words just will not do boy! For a start, why isn't your dress raised...that's what the song says isn't it? I think you'd better do it again...and do it properly this time otherwise you're going to be in very hot water. Now look lively...and do a little dance whilst you sing!"
Dance!!! I had no idea how to dance and certainly not to this. Best I could manage was to do a sort of little skip, kicking out one leg then the other...I just hoped that would pass. I sighed inwardly as I attempted to grip the hem of my dress with these restricting mittens on my hands. The only only thing I could do was scoop it up and flatten it against my middle, putting on show a very full view of my frilly bloomers. I went through the tune once again, much clearer this time whilst doing an awkward jig, causing the soles of my Mary Jane's to tap loudly on the wooden platform. What a sight I must have looked, this thought was confirmed by the general hilarity coming off the crowd. I finished the last line and ground to a halt but daren't let go of my dress. Mrs Cartwright and Nana stomped towards me. Nana grabbed my arm and turned me to face her.
"Well, I suppose we can say that was better...but certainly not good enough." Nana faced the gathering and raised her voice "Okay, start to form a line ladies"
My head snapped around to stare blankly at her, what on Earth did she say that for? She turned back to me and remarked:
"What are you looking so puzzled for hmmm? Did you or did you not just invite every lady here to spank your bottom?"
My eyes went wide with absolute horror as Nana continued to spell out my punishment.
"That's what you just sang isn't it? Three spanks for everyone...and it's going to be on your bare bottom. You'd better hope not everybody wants to join in or you're bottom will be more than purple by the time they've finished!"
I dropped the hem of my dress and stood there with my mouth hanging open. After all the hours I spent learning that childish little rhyme, it never once occurred to me that it was to be taken literally. I was right about one thing though...my nappy certainly wasn't going to stay on for very much longer.
To be continued...