“Now for our next babysitter contest”, Mrs Henley announced. Three of the older boys from the party dress competition walked out on stage and were directed to stand at the front. They appeared to have given up on trying to keep their contrasting pettipants out of the audience’s view.
They were followed by three younger girls all carrying small tables which they placed behind the boys. They took the boys’ hands and led them to the tables, their backs to the audience who were pleased that the boys so meekly followed the girls’ instructions – being well trained by now.
The girls made them bend over the tables. The boys’ ample layers of petticoats tipped up framing their pettipanted bottoms beautifully for the audience. The boys’ wrists were secured in place with straps.
“Of course, another skill our young girls need to learn is spanking”, Mrs Henley explained. The boys started to struggle against their straps but it was too late.
Then a lady wheeled a mannequin out onto the stage. The mannequin was dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume – pink frilly dress with comically large puffed sleeves, stiff petticoats, a bonnet with an outrageously wide brim and frilly ankle length bloomers. The boys watched it being wheeled out and then dropped their heads and swallowed hard. They struggled a little harder against the straps but it was pointless.
“The first to make their boy put on the Bo Peep outfit will win. The, eh, winning boy will get to play Bo Peep for two weeks this summer in the community play.” The boys resumed pulling as hard as they could on the straps.
The girls all selected their paddles carefully, getting a feel for them, looking for one with just the right weight. They were clearly well practiced at their art.
There was no need for them to raise up the boys dresses and petticoats because they were all so short and perky none of them were in the way and the boys’ full bottoms in their frilly pastel pettipants were exposed, no matter how much they squirmed.
“Go!” The girls started spanking the boys. Of course the thick frills cushioned their bottoms against the blows. Nonetheless after twenty or more strokes a couple of the boys clearly looked up at the Little Bo Peep contemplating giving in – probably only too well aware that the girls would happily continue as long as it took – they just didn’t want to be the first to cave in. Mrs Henley pinned up a poster for the show with “For two weeks only!” prominent in a strap line. The boys put their heads down and gritted their teeth.
“In another minute, you may pull down their pettipants”, Mrs Henley told the girls. The boys stiffened and looked up at the costume again. None gave in and so their pettipants were pulled down around their ankles and there was nothing but (admittedly fairly thick) tights cushioning the blows.
A couple of minutes later, none had given in. “And in another minute you can pull down their tights.” The boys squirmed. As the girls reached for the waist band of their tights one of the boys broke. “Stop!” They all paused. The girl asked him to confirm that he was going to put on the Little Bo Beep costume. He nodded, sniffling.
The boy was freed from the straps and pulled his pettipants up under his petticoats. The girl unzipped his frilly party dress – she could only just reach the zip. She helped him into his Bo Peep dress, zipping him up and tying the big pink bow at the back.
She held out the frilly bloomers in front of him. He glumly reached under his stiff petticoats, pulled down his pettipants, somewhat reluctantly exchanged them for the much worse frilly full-length bloomers. He stepped into them and pulled them up under his petticoats. The wide stiff petticoats ensured his Bo Peep dress only came half way to his knees so the dozen or so layers of frills between that and his ankles were in full view.
The girl came to him with the enormous bonnet. He had to bend down so she could place it on his head and his stiff petticoats tipped up at the back so the audience could see the frills all the way up to and including his bottom. The girl seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to tie the bonnet’s ribbons under his chin in a big bow, smiling sweetly into his face.
The boy, now fully dressed in his Little Bo Peep costume, was turned to face the audience. He was handed a pink crook and a toy sheep to clutch under his arm. The audience applauded wildly. Mrs Henley replaced the show poster with one already printed with the boy’s name under the word “Starring” and had copies distributed amongst the audience.
As the audience filed out, the Little Bo Beep boy was at the back door to the auditorium handing out more posters for his play while everyone had a closer look at his pretty costume.
When the hall emptied he heard “eh, hello?” from the stage. The two other boys were still strapped over the spanking tables with their petticoats tipped up and pettipants around their ankles. They could stay there as far as he was concerned – they were lucky not to face two weeks performing as Little Bo Poop in front of the whole town.
Then he heard the groans and whimpers from the three boys still in the play-pens on stage. They were shaking the bars of their pens and whimpering through their soothers afraid that they had been forgotten.
A lady came out to sweep the stage. She saw the boys but continued sweeping. “There’s an after-party”, she explained to them. The boys could hear the clinking of glasses back stage. “I’m sure your mummies will be out to collect you in an hour or so.” The baby boys slumped down on their nappied bottoms and looked around their play-pens for some toy to amuse them.
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