ELLIOT'S PLAYSCHOOL SHAME by Charlie
Elliot looked out of the kitchen window with a sullen expression that matched the dull grey morning sky. It may have been mid-summer but right now the weather was grey and dull, the skies an endless blanket of white cloud. He'd been off school on his summer holidays for two weeks now. Those first two weeks had been spent on holiday with his parents in the south of France, enjoying the Mediterranean climate, warm seas and evenings out along the coast. Now they were back home and both his parents had to go back to work. Unfortunately since Elliot was only thirteen his mother didn't want to leave him home alone whilst they were out working. Which was ridiculous thought Elliot, he felt more than old enough to look after himself during the day, what could possibly happen?
So his mother had spoken to a friend of hers and he was to go along to this lady's house and be "babysat" by her, as she ran a little mother and toddler group from her house. "Babysat" really! He was thirteen, not a little child anymore. Apparently there would be some other children about his age going too, but that didn't make him feel any better about it. So there he sat eating his breakfast looking out at the grey sky feeling petulant and hard done by. Why couldn't he go out on his bike or stay at home and play with his own things, why did he have to go off to this strange lady's house? What was he going to do there that he couldn't do back at home? It just wasn't fair!
Elliot's mother wanted him out of the house before she had to leave for work, so after he had finished his breakfast and got himself ready to go out, Elliot stood in the hallway and gave himself one last look over in the mirror. Elliot sighed to himself. With his knitted patterned roll neck jumper, brown corduroy trousers and his neat straight cut hair, he looked like a real drippy mummy's boy he thought to himself. Other boy's mothers let them get the latest hairstyles and use gel and mousse and bought them trendy clothes and underwear like slips and boxer shorts, but not his mother. No, Elliot had to have neat smart haircuts, square drippy clothing and embarrassing loud full fitting y-front underpants. After that last look in the mirror, Elliot picked up the address of the house he was supposed to go to that his mother had written down for him. Elliot knew the road, it wasn't too far, and it would only take him about 10-15 minutes on his bicycle. So Elliot finally went out through the front door and went round the side of the house to get his bike out of the garage and started on his way.
Only a couple of minutes into his bike ride a light rain started to fall. Despite it being overcast it was still actually quite a warm humid day, so the light rain actually felt quite refreshing on his face to start with. By the time Elliot neared his destination however, the light rain had slowly begun to soak his clothes and wet his hair flat. So by the time Elliot arrived at the address his mother had given him, he was starting to look quite wet and bedraggled. The house was in a rather modest middle class suburb of old semi-detached bay windowed red brick houses and well-kept tree lined streets. Elliot went up the short drive way to the front door and gave it a knock. It was shortly answered by a kindly looking old granny possibly in her mid to late 70's, although she was still quite a lively stout sturdy buxom looking lady. She was dressed in a plain long black skirt, a white blouse and a lavender colour cardigan that was left unbuttoned. Her white blouse was quite thin and Elliot could clearly see her large white lacy floral bra through it that was obviously holding back a pair of very ample breasts.
"Hello dear, you must be Elliot." The old lady greeted him with a warm smile. "Oh dear, did you get caught out in the rain sweetie? We better get you inside quickly and all dried off. Bring that bike around to the side door and we'll get you inside." So Elliot wheeled his bike around to the side of the house where there was a little side door underneath a small porch area, nestled between what looked like used to be an old coal shed and out house. The doors of which faced into the porch on either side. The old lady soon appeared at the door and got Elliot to put his bike in the old coal shed before ushering him towards the side door.
"Before you come in dear, could you please take your shoes off first and leave them there by the door thank you." Oh it's going to be one of those neat, shoes off at the door types places, Elliot thought to himself, as he did as he was asked and stooped down to undo his shoe laces. "I'm Mrs Morris by the way dearie." The lady said as Elliot stood back up after removing his shoes. "Don't you worry sweetie, I shall make sure you're well looked after here. We normally look after a few children here so I'm sure we'll find something for you to do and play with." She added in that slightly condescending tone adults use when talking down to little children, as if Elliot was some little 6 year old that needed reassuring. You might look after other children here, but they're usually all babies and toddlers. Good luck finding me something to do, Elliot thought sneeringly.
The side door led into a small kitchen, another door to his left opened into a small utility room where he could see a washing machine and indoor clothes drier. To the right at the end of the kitchen another door led into the main house and he could see a backroom space that fed into the main ground floor corridor and stairwell with two doors leading to rooms on the left. The backroom was laid out with some small low toddler sized tables and chairs and a couple of larger sized ones.
"Anyway, we'd better get you out of some of those wet things first." Mrs Morris said, and with that, she just reached over and started to pull Elliot's jumper off over his head. Elliot was taken by surprise at this sudden unexpected undressing at the hands of Mrs Morris, and he stood there slightly dumbfounded as she pulled off his jumper and neatly folded it up and placed it on the small kitchen table. Elliot had got quite hot and stuffy on the ride over, so the removal of his damp jumper actually felt quite refreshing. "Shall we get those wet trousers off too dearie?" Mrs Morris now asked.
Take my trousers off! Elliot thought with alarm. "Urm no, no, they're OK really. They're not that wet, honestly." Elliot quickly replied, his hands automatically moving down to protect the front around his buttons and flies, just in case she also suddenly decided to move in without asking and take those off too. I'm hardly going to sit around in front of other children in just my underpants and vest! Certainly not in my embarrassing y-fronts, thought Elliot incredulously. "Well as long as you're sure dear." Mrs Morris replied, with a slightly concerned puzzled look, as if to say why wouldn't he want to take his wet trousers off, what's wrong with him?
"You look quite hot and flushed though and it's quite a warm muggy day, so take your socks off as well and pop them in your shoes. At least that will help you to cool down a bit." Elliot couldn't see anything wrong with that suggestion and so took off his socks and popped them into his shoes. Whilst he did that Mrs Morris went and hung his jumper up to dry in the little utility room off to the side. "Well now dear, let's go and introduce you to everyone else." Mrs Morris said upon her return, and led Elliot out the kitchen.
Elliot was now just dressed in his brown corduroy trousers and his patterned vest with blue trim. He actually had a pair of matching a-front underpants that went with the vest, but today he was wearing a pair of his y-fronts instead. So he felt a little bit odd and underdressed as Mrs Morris took him by the hand and led him out the kitchen into the tabled backroom area as if he was still a little child.
"This room here is where we eat our breakfast and dinners." She explained to Elliot as she led him through. She kept her hold on him as she opened up the first door off to the left which opened into a rear living room. The room was larger than Elliot had been expecting, perhaps emphasised by the fact that there was very little furniture in it to clutter things up. Along one wall was what looked like a few repurposed mismatched kitchen cabinets and here and there were a few padded table chairs. No one was sitting on them though as everyone in the room seemed to be sitting on the floor on cushions and small bean bags. There were two more ladies, one a bit younger than Mrs Morris, still grey haired but the polar opposite of Mrs Morris's stout buxom build; she was a much smaller slimmer lady, only slightly bigger than Elliot himself. The other lady was probably a young mother as she was cradling what was presumably her own infant child in her arms. There were two girls there, one nearly Elliot's age, maybe a year or two younger but the other one was at least three years younger possibly more. Elliot guessed that the two girls were supposedly the other children that were supposed to be his age there, as the rest of the room's compliment was made up of several little toddler aged children. Elliot still felt rather underdressed and exposed as Mrs Morris began the introductions.
"Everyone, I want you all to say hello to Elliot here, who has come to join in and play with us today." Mrs Morris said in that cheerful silly voice that adults use when addressing children. Elliot felt like he was another little toddler that was being introduced to the room. Who am I supposed to join in and play with here? He thought. They're all little babies, apart from the two girls and I can't see me wanting to play with them either.
"Hello Elliot!" Out came a loud cheerful little chorus of toddler and adult voices. With that Mrs Morris began to start introducing Elliot to everyone in the room. The lady with the baby was Mrs Porter and her little daughter Jenifer. The other older lady was Mrs Bircher. The oldest girl was Samantha and the younger girl was Heidi. Elliot was given the names of all the little children too but by then he was already struggling to remember the names of everyone else.
After the introductions were over Mrs Morris had Elliot sit himself down on the floor with everyone else, whilst she went and sat on one of the chairs. All around Elliot on the floor was strewn a variety of toys. Lots of little baby toys and pre-school aged toys, large chunky building bricks, toy cars and here and there were children's books left lying around the floor. Elliot couldn't see anything that would remotely interest a boy of his age. There wasn't even anything for slightly older children, like action figures or Lego, although he had grown out of those anyway. So for a minute or so Elliot wondered what on earth he was going to do to pass the time away for the rest of the day.
"OK children, now that everyone is here, let's have you all gathered round in a circle." The other lady Mrs Bircher then called out. With that everyone sat on the floor including the two ladies and the girls, all formed themselves into a little circle. Two little girls excitedly sat themselves down either side of Elliot. "Right let's all start the day with some fun songs shall we?" Mrs Bircher then added once everyone had settled down. There was a cheerful little chorus of agreement from the little children at the suggestion of singing songs. Elliot on the other hand cringed inside. Oh my god what! I hope they don't expect ME to join in and sing along too! Well the first song started and it was a cheery little number about farm yard animals. Elliot pretended to sing along, barely mouthing the words and feeling very self-conscious. Then there came a point in the song where the leader, Mrs Bircher showed a picture of a farm yard animal to each member of the circle in turn, where upon they had to sing the name of the animal and then do an impersonation of the animal noise. A picture of a cow is shown to a child who sings "The cows go moo.", followed by a loud "Mooooo!". The next child is shown a picture of a duck, "The ducks go quack. Quaaack!" And so on until it finally gets around to Elliot, who can already feel his face starting to blush with the impending embarrassment of having to play this little child's game.
Mrs Bircher flashes up a picture of a sheep to Elliot. "Urm, the sheep go baa. Baa." Said Elliot, not so much singing it as mumbling it in a rather non comital way. Mrs Bircher however wasn't going to let Elliot get away with that feeble performance. "Come on Elliot, you can do better than that!" Mrs Bircher said to him in a loud voice trying to rally him up. Elliot just looked stage struck and his face burned with embarrassment.
"The sheep go baa! Baaaa!" Elliot finally forced out in a warbling embarrassed voice. He felt so humiliated as he did it and a burst of resentment and anger flushed through him at this perceived injustice. He didn't ask to be here. This was ridiculous, sending him here to be "babysat!" with all these little children. Well if they expected him to play along with their silly little baby games for the rest of the day, then he was going to show them otherwise.
More silly little children's songs followed, such as ring-a ring-a-roses, and with each one Elliot tried to be as non-compliant as he could and refused to play along and join in the spirit of the activities. The two other older girls of course played along delightedly, taking the hands of the little children either side of them and acting like they were playgroup leaders themselves. Typical precocious girls, they're just children themselves! Elliot thought sneeringly. The little children hanging onto Elliot's hands either side of him, must have thought he'd be a nice responsible older child too, but Elliot was having none of it.
Finally the sing songs stopped and for a while the children were allowed to indulge in a free play session. Well as Elliot suspected there was nothing for a child of his age to play with and he just sat there looking bored wondering how on earth he was going to last the rest of the day like this. All the while however a few of the little children kept coming up to him trying to show him various toys they'd picked up, presumably wanting him to take an interest and play with him. Especially one little boy who obviously decided to look up to Elliot as an older fellow boy, and repeatedly kept trying to win his attention and friendship by showing him lots of the toy cars and such he'd picked up. Elliot however was in no mood to play with little boys and kept disappointing him by pushing away his toys or just plain ignoring him.
The final straw came when a little girl just plonked herself down in Elliot's lap and thrust a book into his face expecting him to read her a story. Elliot now losing his temper just snatched the book off her and tossed it across the room. Elliot suddenly had his first moment of concern as he watched the book fly through the air like a frizz bee and hit another little girl square in the side of the head. The girl fell over stumbling to the floor and then sat up clutching her head and burst into tears, at that same moment the girl sat on his lap who he had snatched the book off, also burst into tears. The girl got up off his lap and wandered off into the comforting arms of Mrs Bircher, whilst Mrs Porter saw to the other girl. Elliot just sat there, and for the first time that day, felt a bit of guilt and worry well up in him over his actions.
"RIGHT, YOU BOY, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" Elliot suddenly heard shouted across the room from where Mrs Morris was sat. Elliot looked up and saw Mrs Morris sitting there with a face like thunder. Elliot stared back with a look of shock and surprise. "Yes, I mean you! What other boy here do you think I would mean?" She snapped and shouted, fixing Elliot with a withering glare. Elliot was shocked and taken by surprise at this sudden change in demeanour by this once sweet kindly old lady. Now she was a fierce angry old lady and Elliot suddenly felt rather afraid of her.
"Come on, up here, NOW!" She shouted at Elliot again, pinning him with a stare that went straight through him. Elliot now suddenly felt rather scared, all his rebellious attitude suddenly having deserted him in the face of this fearsome old lady. Elliot did as he was told and got up on his feet and walked over to where she was sat on one of the chairs. The room suddenly seemed very silent. The two little toddler girls had obviously stopped their brief tearful outbursts and it now felt to Elliot as if every eye in the room was on him.
"I've been watching you right from the very moment you sat down in here. First not wanting to join in with the songs like a petulant little child and now throwing toys around like a spoilt little baby, and hitting that poor little girl!" Mrs Morris accused Elliot in a loud exasperated tone. "Well it seems to me that if you're going to act like a little baby, then we're going to have to treat you like one until you can learn to grow up and start acting your age! Before we do that however I'm going to make sure you get a well-deserved spanking over my knee!" Elliot stood there, only half listening to what Mrs Morris was saying to him, his head reeling with the shock and embarrassment of this dressing down he was receiving in front of everyone in this room. A spanking over her knee, at his age, did he hear that right?
"Right, come here a bit closer boy!" Elliot heard Mrs Morris suddenly snap at him. With that she leant forward slightly and grabbed one of his arms and rudely pulled him closer over to the side of her to where she was sat. Elliot thought with surprise that he was suddenly going to go over her knee right there and then. When that didn't happen straight away Elliot thought, well of course she's not really going to spank a boy of my age! A second later he felt Mrs Morris's hands around the waist band at the front of his trousers. Before his brain could quite process what was going on he felt the button and zip being undone on his brown corduroy trousers. By the time he realised with shock that she was undoing his trousers he suddenly felt them being tugged down and drop to the floor around his ankles. At first Elliot stood there motionless in shock, until he heard the two older girls suddenly break out into little fits of giggles.
He looked down to where they were sat on the floor just to the side of him and saw them both staring at his waist level. As was everyone else in the room or so it seemed to him. Elliot looked down at where the girls grinning giggling faces were directed and suddenly realised that he was now stood there in just his underpants and vest. His blue patterned y-fronts with their contrasting red trim were now completely exposed to the whole room! Somewhat belatedly his hands suddenly darted down to try and cover up the embarrassment of his underpants exposure. However it was all to no avail, as a second later Mrs Morris reached out and grabbed one of his arms away and in the same movement, jerked him down over her knee.
Elliot, whose trousers were all bunched up around his ankles, more or less tripped and fell over onto Mrs Morris's lap as she pulled him over her. She pulled him over so that he straddled her thick firm thighs at his waist level, his hands flailed for purchase on the floor in front of him and his tangled ankles kicked about in the air ineffectually as if in a pathetic attempt to somehow try and get his trousers to come back up his legs. That tangled kicking didn't last long however as Elliot then felt a pair of hands, which must have been Mrs Bircher's, around his ankles and take hold of the hems of his trouser legs. Then in one swift movement his trousers were suddenly pulled off over his feet. Elliot felt a fresh flush of shock and humiliation course through his cheeks as he realised that he was now completely trouser less and dressed only in his underpants and vest. Elliot's feet then began to kick about blindly in a desperate attempt to try and find and regain his trousers back.
At that point Mrs Morris grabbed Elliot around the waist and moved him over her leading knee, which she then hitched up, raising his bottom in the air. She then pulled each of his legs apart slightly and then made him straighten them so that they were stood up straight and spread apart from each other, which raised his bottom up even more. Keeping one arm gripped around his waist, with her other hand she neatly pulled his underpants up and tucked his vest in. Then she suddenly started to stroke Elliot's bottom, smoothing out his underpants making sure they were all nice and neat. Much to Elliot's surprise her fingers even slipped down between his legs smoothing his pants over his tight little balls. Elliot's bottom gave an involuntary little wiggle as her hands gently stoked his underpants, which elicited a little giggle from the two older girls. Elliot suddenly realised that everyone of course was sat on the floor behind him and had a prime view of his reared bottom and his exposed underpants. Elliot hadn't been spanked since he was a little boy and he certainly couldn't ever remember ever having a proper over the knee spanking like this, and he began to worry about how bad it might be. So that when Mrs Morris gave his bottom a couple of light taps he rather embarrassingly let out a nervous little fart, which of course gave the two girls and all the other little children a good laugh and giggle. Elliot began to start fuming with anger and indignation again at this latest embarrassing humiliation. First having his trousers forcibly taken off him, his underwear exposed to the whole room, including two girls nearly his age! Then to top it all off, being laid across this old lady's lap for an old fashioned spanking as if he was still some little child! This whole situation was just getting more and more ridiculous!
Elliot didn't have much time to stoke his anger, as just then Mrs Morris's hand came down hard over one of his bottom cheeks. A shock of stinging pain exploded through Elliot's bottom, but before he could even yelp or cry out, a second blow came down on the other cheek. Then another smack came down on his first cheek again and so on. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Every successive stinging smack left his bottom feeling burning hot and Elliot grimaced with each one trying his hardest not to cry out so as not to give his audience the satisfaction. That didn't stop him from trying to wriggle his bottom about though to try and avoid the rain of blows. However Mrs Morris kept a firm grip around his waist and his straight spread legs meant there was little he could do to move his bottom. So it just wiggled about ineffectually in front of his seated audience much to their amusement as Mrs Morris gave it a jolly good hiding. Finally just as Elliot felt that he couldn't take any more and was about to cry out, Mrs Morris stopped the spanking and immediately hauled Elliot back up onto his feet so that he was stood almost facing everyone sat down on the floor. Elliot's hands went straight to his bottom, gently trying to soothe and put out the burning fire in his cheeks. The two girls had another little giggle again as Elliot stood there with the front of his y-fronts exposed to them. His every instinct was to put his hands round his front to try and cover his underpants, but his bottom burned so hotly that he just couldn't take them away.
Elliot looked down at the floor and next to Mrs Bircher and in front of the two girls he saw his trousers all neatly folded up. As soon as he saw his trousers Elliot began to reach down to try and get them. However Mrs Morris quickly pulled him back over to her. "No, no, little man! I haven't finished with you yet, in fact I've only just got started." Mrs Morris said loudly to him for all to hear, and with that she once more reached out to Elliot's waist. This time she swiftly stuck her fingers in the waistband of Elliot's underpants either side of him and in one deft movement flicked them down and around his ankles.
Elliot now stood there naked from the waist down. His short little coc-k was slightly stiffened from its contact with Mrs Morris's knee and protruded out from him horizontally by an inch or so. His foreskin already beginning to pull back half way over its purple head. The girls giggling suddenly brought Elliot out of his moment of shock as he looked down at his little immature private boys bits, all exposed for everyone to see. This time his hands leapt round to the front to cup and cover his little bits. What on earth is this crazy woman doing! Elliot thought. She's stripped me naked from the waist down in front of everyone! They can all see my little willy!
Elliot these days now felt just a little self-conscious about his little undeveloped privates. They were still quite hairless, his balls still hung in a tight little package and his coc-k was still just like a little button, it didn't really dangle or have any length to it as such when it was flaccid. Even when erect it struggled to grow more than a couple of inches long. Elliot thought with a tinge of shame and humiliation of a doctor's appointment he'd had to attend with his mother several months back.
During the annual school medical they had flagged up Elliot's slow genital development in a letter to his mother. It was probably nothing to worry about as some boys did just develop later than others but to go and see their doctor about it anyway. The appointment ended up being to see the nurse at their local doctor's practice. The late development of little boys obviously not being important enough to bother proper doctors with. So Elliot went along with his mother who of course went into the check-up with him. The nurse was a lady only a little older than his mother, and when they went in she just told Elliot to strip off to his underpants. Elliot did so feeling rather embarrassed as his mother and the nurse just stood by and chatted about his problem. Soon Elliot was stood there wearing nothing but his y-front underpants in front of his mother and the nurse. The nurse then pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and without further ado pulled his underpants down to his knees. There followed a rather intimate examination of his little private bits by her as his mother stood there watching. Elliot felt so embarrassed at having his little private bits examined like this in front of her. The nurse checked his testicles one by one, grabbed the head of his little coc-k, pulling it and squeezing it. She measured the length and girth of his flaccid coc-k, noting all the measurements down. After that she took hold of his coc-k again and pulled his foreskin right back over its head, checking all around it. Then after checking that his foreskin retracted OK, she brought it back over his coc-ks head and retracted it again. She did this over and over again as she began to masturbate him. Elliot was still quite naive of such things. He'd heard other boys talking about wanking and had a vague idea of what it entailed but had never actually "pulled it off" himself.
It felt absolutely amazing but at the same time utterly shameful and embarrassing with his mother standing there watching and Elliot felt his face burning red with shame. It didn't take too long before his little coc-k was stood bolt upright. It now thrust out of his tummy in a little 90% curve, his foreskin rolled back over the soft glistening purple head. When the nurse let go it twitched up and down a few times in frustration. His mother just stood there smiling wryly at Elliot's obvious embarrassment, looking down at his little stiff curved coc-k. The nurse once more took out her tape measure holding it up along the length of his coc-k and also wrapping it around the shaft to measure the length and girth of his coc-k. Apparently it stood just a little over 2 inches when erect from top to bottom. Then the two ladies carried on discussing his little private bits as if he wasn't even present in the room. They both stood there chatting whilst both constantly looking at his little bits as his coc-k began to wane still twitching spasmodically every now and then. Apparently his mother wasn't to worry about his late development; it could even be as late as 15 years old before they start to mature. His small size however was unlikely to get that much bigger, maybe it would only get up to about 3-3.5 inches when erect, and since there was very little length to its shaft it would probably always just protrude out from his body rather than dangle down.
Now to his utter shame, his little under developed coc-k had been exposed to this room of women, girls and children. Once more Mrs Morris snatched his hand away re-exposing him as she pulled him back over her knee for a second spanking. He felt Mrs Bircher's hands around his ankles again as she plucked away his underpants that were tangled around his struggling feet. He was now completely naked apart from his vest and he felt terribly exposed as Mrs Morris once again began to reposition him over her lap, raising up his bottom and spreading his legs apart. Elliot felt his naked little coc-k now directly squashed up against Mrs Morris's sturdy thigh and as she began to stroke and smooth his bottom he became shamefully aware that the ladies and girls behind him would have a clear view of his now exposed anus and tight little scrotum sack between his legs. The most private parts of his body fully exposed and reared up in total submission. He could hear the girls tittering behind him, no doubt at the sight of his little poo hole as his raised bottom wriggled about on Mrs Morris's knee.
Then came the first smack on his bare bottom, which was still glowing hot from the spanking over his underpants. If anything the brief respite from the first spanking seemed to make this one feel even worse. The pain of Mrs Morris's hand coming down on his bare flesh totally caught Elliot by surprise and this time he couldn't help but let out a pained yelp. As each successive smack came down on his bottom his yelps became more and more desperate until they turned into crying and tears began to stream down Elliot's face. Elliot's bottom bucked up and down as he tried to twist and turn it away from the relentless pain of the smacks, but Mrs Morris had a firm grip around his waist and she kept his bucking bottom firmly in her line of fire. After she had delivered a few more rounds to his bottom Mrs Morris finally stopped.
Mrs Morris didn't stand Elliot back up again straight away again, this time she let him rest on her lap for a few moments whilst she stroked and soothed his trembling red hot bottom and let Elliot get over the worst of his sobbing. "I think little baby boy here was well over due that spanking wasn't he?" Mrs Morris said in a calm soothing voice as she continued to gently stroke his bottom. "Well before we get you ready I think we ought to check your temperature first. Jean, could you get the thermometer and lotion out of the baby bag for me please?" She then asked Mrs Bircher still sitting down on the floor, who then began to rummage in a large satchel like bag down beside her. Once Mrs Morris had the lotion and thermometer in her hand with Elliot still raised up over her thigh and his legs spread apart, she applied a thick blob of the lotion to the end of her finger. Still trying to pull himself together after his painful spanking, the first Elliot knew of his impending temperature check was when one of Mrs Morris's fingers suddenly rubbed a cold lotion all around his tight little anus hole and then to his great surprise suddenly slipped in the tightly puckered hole. The sudden intrusion of her finger up his back passage was enough to temporarily make him forget all about his stinging hot bottom. His anus instinctively tried to clamp tightly around it, but her well coated slippy finger slid easily back and forth a few times in his bottom as she lubricated it. After that she then put another large blob of the cold lubricant onto the end of the thick long glass thermometer she had and making sure Elliot's cheeks were still well spread apart, she readied to inset it up his bottom. The bulb end of the thermometer traced a little circle around his anus as she tried to find the centre. In response Elliot's little anus tried to clamp together tightly, but it was no use as the well lubricated bulb slipped easily in, his anus then twitching spasmodically open and shut as she started to slide the long thermometer in. Elliot instinctively wiggled his bottom about in a futile attempt to try and eject the cold thin uncomfortable object that had been pushed right up his bottom.
"Keep still!" Mrs Morris chided him. The two girls on the other hand both giggled at the sight of the thermometer sticking out of Elliot's twitching anus being animatedly waved around like a wand. After a few minutes when Mrs Morris was satisfied with the temperature reading, she plucked the thermometer back out of his bottom and finally stood Elliot back up on his feet again. The girls got another quick full frontal glimpse of Elliot's little private parts before he swiftly moved his hands down to cup them. Elliot stood there still trying to regain his composure after all his crying and his bottom still felt rather hot and tender.
"Right, you see that mat Mrs Bircher has lain out on the floor there in front of you? Well get down and park your bottom on it please and then lie down. It's high time we finally got you into a nappy." Mrs Morris instructed Elliot in her no nonsense voice. "A n-n-nappy! But I'm not a baby, this isn't fair!" Elliot let out in a mewling sob that dismayed Elliot at how weak and babyish it sounded instead of the defiant voice he wanted it to be.
"You might think you're a big boy, but after your childish behaviour and baby tantrum it's quite clear to me you still belong in nappies little boy, and that is where you're going to go. And if you don't get down on that changing mat this instant I'll put you back over my knee for another jolly good walloping. Now get down on that mat!" Mrs Morris now snapped at him impatiently. Elliot could do nothing else and did as he was told. On the floor in front of him Mrs Bircher had laid out a pink rectangular padded babies changing mat. He obviously would not fit on it when lying down so he had to park his bottom on it first before lying out. As Elliot went to lie down on it he was very careful to try and keep one of his hands covering his little private bits all the time. Elliot led down on the mat his hands still cupping and covering his little private bits.
"Right lets have your hands out the way please; come on up over your head." Mrs Bircher firmly told Elliot and then grabbed his hands out the way herself when he just led there with a look of shock on his face. Mrs Bircher made Elliot tuck his hands behind his head out the way and then she pulled his legs apart and knelt down between them. Elliot was now led there with his legs splayed apart either side of Mrs Bircher and his little boy's bits on full display. Elliot just led there in shock as hot flushes of embarrassment rushed through his cheeks. Then Mrs Bircher reached over and pulled his vest half way up his chest exposing his tummy, leaving him completely naked from the chest down. She then started to gather all the nappy changing things around her; such has lotions and jars or cream and bottles of talc. Elliot once more began his grizzled mewling about how this just wasn't fair and that he was too old to be treated like this. This renewed whining by Elliot prompted Mrs Bircher to rummage through her bag of baby things and retrieve a large dummy, which she promptly pushed into Elliot's mouth. The dummy had a rather large bulbous teat on it that nearly filled Elliot's mouth and kept his tongue down and out the way. All Elliot could do was let out a muffled "Mmmmfff mmuunnnfff!" in response. Soon his mouth started to fill with saliva and all he could do was start to noisily suc-k down on the large rubber teat.
"Girls, would you like to come over her and help me?" Mrs Bircher then asked the two girls, Heidi and Samantha. Elliot let out a little muffled protest as the two girls excitedly shuffled over the floor from where they were sat to join Mrs Bircher. "That's it, one either side." Mrs Bircher added and the two girls knelt down either side of Elliot at his waist. The two girls giggled excitedly at their up close and intimate view of Elliot's little private parts, his distraught wriggling only making his little bits look even more amusing as they bobbed and wobbled about. Elliot now lay there helpless and mortified, looking up at the grinning giggling faces of the two girls to either side of him and Mrs Birchers amused face as they all looked down at his pathetically small little coc-k.
Mrs Bircher then picked up a jar of baby cream and stuck her four fingers in it bringing out a large dollop of it on her hands. Elliot flinched and bucked slightly as she then just reached down and began to rub it directly onto his little private bits. Elliot didn't know where to look as she began to thoroughly rub the cream in all around his private area. At first the cream felt cold but soon started to bring a warm glow to his private areas where she had rubbed it in. Fresh waves of embarrassment swept over Elliot as Mrs Bircher's hand glided slickly and smoothly over his little coc-k and balls with a wet slathering sound. How strange it felt to have hands that weren't his, touch his most private parts. It felt odd and alien to him and yet at the same time it wasn't totally unpleasant either and he felt his little coc-k tingle thrillingly as the palm of her hand glided over the top of his little head and then her fingers rub the cream in a bit more thoroughly around the base and it's short shaft.
"OK girls, can you help me lift his legs up please?" Mrs Bircher said after she had rubbed enough of the cream in. The girls, still giggling excitedly, then had fun each taking hold of one of Elliot's legs and with Mrs Bircher's instruction they lifted them up bending them back right over either side of his head, lifting his bottom up off the changing mat. With his legs splayed and bent back up in the air, the whole of Elliot's privates were now on full display as his little puckered anus and bottom was now proffered up for another dollop of cream from Mrs Bircher. The girls watched on intently, laughing and giggling among themselves as Mrs Bircher rubbed the cream in all around his little poo hole.
"Right, hold his legs there for another moment would you please girls?" Mrs Bircher said after finishing with the cream around Elliot's anus as she reached over to swap it with a bottle of talc. Then she began to liberally sprinkle white talc-um powder all over Elliot's bare bottom, rubbing it in all over his still red cheeks and all around the inside of his thighs. Once done she then told the girls to put his legs back down. As the girls did so, fresh giggles erupted from them as they looked down at his little coc-k with bemusement. Elliot looked down the length of his body and saw with horror that his little coc-k had sprung stiffly erect. His pathetic little erection curved out at a right angle to lie upon his tummy. "Mrs Bircher, look!" The girls giggled loudly.
"Oh don't worry girls, that's perfectly normal. Boys willies stand to attention like that when they get excited." Mrs Bircher informed them, and with that she reached down and gave Elliot's stiff coc-k a cheeky little stroke and squeeze, which caused it to suddenly spasm and twitch up and down excitedly, much to the girl's great amusement and they let out delighted squeals of surprised laughter at the sight of his animated little coc-k. Elliot just felt utterly humiliated and crushed as the girls sat there laughing at and making fun of his little erection. Mrs Bircher then continued to rub in the talc all around his hips and right up near to his tummy.
After she had finished talcing him, Mrs Bircher brought out a big thick fresh disposable nappy from her bag of baby things. It was a big white nappy and it rustled noisily as she knelt there between his legs and shook it open. Then once more she asked the girls to lift his legs up again, and once his bottom was lifted up off the mat she slid the big thick nappy underneath him. Once the girls had brought his legs back down, Mrs Bircher pulled the front of the nappy firmly up between his legs. Elliot could feel the soft thick padding of it as it came up between his thighs, his little coc-k was still standing stiffly to attention as it was then brought firmly up over his little privates, smothering and cushioning them in the thick soft padding. The thick padding went all the way up to his tummy and the top of the nappy fell just short of his belly button.
Mrs Bircher then tightly tucked the sides down underneath him. Then she let the girls bring the sides of the back of the nappy up and got them to make sure they were firmly taped down over his tummy, and with that Elliot was now firmly fastened into a big thick bulky nappy. Mrs Bircher gave the thick bulging crotch of the nappy a playful pat, which the two giggling girls then cheekily imitated, having fun patting and squeezing the thick crotch of his nappy, which made Elliot's stiff coc-k twitch and squirm excitedly against the soft thick padding.
After Mrs Bircher was satisfied that Elliot was nice and snug in his new nappy she said she had just one last thing to get and got up to briefly leave the room. Whilst she was gone Elliot was busy getting used to his new nappy. It was rather like wearing a big thick puffed up pair of underpants Elliot thought and was actually quite comfortable and cosy and the feel of the soft thick padding around his little boy's bits was quite pleasurable. The bulk of the nappy was somewhat restricting though and as Elliot tried to wriggle about the nappy rustled noisily. The girls of course couldn't resist a few little teasing comments. "He's just like a little baby now."
"Mrs Morris, will he have to do his wee wee's in his nappy like a proper baby?" The girls asked, giggling and laughing. "Of course he will." Answered Mrs Morris, "And when he needs to do his poo poo's he'll have to ask for a potty." The girls burst out into giggles at that. No doubt both of them picturing Elliot sat on a potty with his nappy round his ankles like a big baby. Shortly after that Mrs Bircher came back in and knelt back down at Elliot's feet.
"I thought these would finish things off nicely." She said and produced a large pair of pink frilly baby panties and held them up for all to see. The baby pants were made with a pink cotton material that had a babyish print on them of sissy little pink fairies and flowers. Around the leg openings was a line of fluffy white lace and running across the bottom were alternating lines of pink and white lacy frills. In the middle above the top row of lace was a pink ribbon bow. The pants were also lined inside with clear plastic and the rustled noisily as she shook them open. Elliot looked aghast at this big pair of pink sissy frilly baby rumba panties. This was the final straw; there was no way he was going to put those on too. Elliot let out muffled protests from behind his dummy and kicked his heels back and forth and jiggled his legs about in defiance, but to everyone else it just looked like he was having a little baby tantrum. Mrs Bircher just leaned over and slapped the insides of his bare thighs. "Stop that and behave!" she snapped at him irately.
That seemed to do the trick and put him in his place. He then lay there with a sullen expression on his face as she then lifted his feet up one at a time and slipped the baby panties onto his legs. Elliot was made to arch his back and lift his bottom up off the mat as the panties were pulled on, rustling noisily as they were pulled up his legs and up over his thick nappy. Once Mrs Bircher had pulled the baby panties on, Elliot's nappying was considered complete.
Before Elliot could get back up however, Mrs Morris laid down a few rules for Elliot's behaviour since he was now a big baby. He wasn't allowed to take out his dummy and talk properly; he wasn't allowed to walk and instead was too crawl about on his hands and knees when he wanted to move around. He would only be allowed to play with baby toys and of course he had to use his nappy if he needed the toilet just like a proper baby. Although Mrs Morris said that he could use a potty for his number twos if he asked for one. The caveat being that he would not be afforded any privacy whilst he used it and would have to sit there in the room on a potty whilst he made his toilet in full view of everyone, just like some of the toddlers that were still being potty trained.
Finally Elliot got up off the floor onto his hands and knees and moved off the changing mat to sit down near Mrs Bircher. The bulky nappy making him waddle as he did so. The nappy and the plastic pants rustled and crackled with every movement and he could feel the thick padded bottom waggle about as he crawled across the floor. Which made him feel terribly self-conscious of all the rows of sissy frills that were covering his bottom and he could hear the girls giggling at the sight of him as he waddled over to sit down.
After that once Elliot had settled down, Mrs Bircher asked some of the little toddlers to bring over some baby toys over for Elliot to play with. The little children all took great delight in bringing over a selection of toys they thought this new big baby would enjoy playing with. Mrs Bircher even made him sit there and shake a hooped rattle that had been brought over for him. The sight of this big baby boy sitting there in his bulky pink sissy frilly nappy, rather petulantly suc-king on his dummy as he waved his baby rattle about, made all the children giggle delightedly. Now no longer was Elliot this big older boy the little children wanted to look up to and gain approval from, he was seen as quite the opposite. When Elliot went to pick up one of the children books to read, a little toddler quickly came over and snatched it away from him.
"That's not for babies!" she snapped indignantly as she snatched it away from him, and instead handed him a soft toy ball to play with that was made with various different types of sensory material. Even to the little four year olds Elliot was now regarded as little more than just another baby. The two older girls of course very much enjoyed Elliot's indignation and humiliation at being treated like a big baby, giggling and tittering as he waddled noisily around the floor in his sissy frills.
A short while later Elliot started to feel the urge growing to take a pee. There was no way thought Elliot, that he was going to give them all the satisfaction of seeing he'd wet his nappy. He'd show them he wasn't a baby. As the morning went on though, he got more and more uncomfortable as the need to pee got stronger. Even when they came round with some mid-morning drinks Elliot refused. "Are you sure you don't want a drink dear?" Mrs Morris asked and Elliot just nodded his head.
His mouth was feeling rather dry and thirsty of course but he couldn't possibly drink any more if he was to try and hold on to his pee for the rest of the day. After a while though Elliot just couldn't sit still as he constantly repositioned himself trying to hold off his urge to pee and make himself feel more comfortable, at times getting back up onto his hands and knees and jiggling his legs back and forth just trying to hold it off for a bit longer. "It looks like our big baby is getting ants in his pants!" He suddenly heard Mrs Morris exclaim and he looked up to see her staring down at him with a knowing grin.
Elliot felt his face blush; did she know of his desperation? He resolved now to try and sit still and not give anything away, so he sat cross legged and tried to focus on playing with the baby toys to take his mind off it. It was no good though and Elliot could feel panic rising up in him as he sat there cross legged desperately rocking about on his bottom as finally he was able to hold on no longer. Elliot let out a little muffled whimper as his flood gates opened and he began to pee into his nappy. His hot pee flooded out into the thick soft padding and he felt a warm glow rapidly mushrooming out around his crotch as the thick absorbent padding of the nappy expanded out feeling even softer, as if someone had just filled his nappy with warm soft fluffy cotton wool. Elliot felt mortified as he sat there and wet himself in front of everyone in the room, but as he quickly looked around he saw that no one had noticed. His thick noisy nappy and plastic pants of course kept his incontinence all contained and hidden. Elliot relaxed a little then, enjoying the relief of finally letting go of all that pee, he even rather enjoyed the sensation of the warm glow filling his nappy all around his little private bits and his little coc-k began to stiffen up again thrusting itself into the lovely warm soft padding. As Elliot cast his gaze around again his eyes met Mrs Morris staring back at him with a wry smile on her face, causing him to blush furiously; how did she know? After his little bout of incontinence Elliot felt free to move around again, only now of course his nappy felt just a bit heavier, especially round the crotch where it now sagged slightly.
It was soon time for lunch and all the children filled out into the backroom with the tables and chairs. Elliot of course was made to crawl there on his hands and knees. Once there Elliot was made to sit on one of the little small chairs at the lowest table. The chair was so low that he had to sit on it in a sort of cross legged pose. Then Mrs Bircher came round fastening bibs on the youngest children and of course one was also put on Elliot. To start with the little children were given lidded plastic beakers with spouts filled with juice. Elliot was given a larger one filled with warm milk. The plastic beaker had handles on either side and Elliot was made to hold it up by both as he drank from it.
The warm milk tasted a bit funny, but Elliot was so thirsty by now that he slurped it all down noisily through the wide three holed spout in the beaker lid. The warm milk didn't really properly quench his thirst very well and was about to wave his beaker about to ask for more when the ladies started serving the children's lunch. The little children were given plastic bowls and plates of healthy foods like raw carrot sticks and slices of cuc-umber. Up on the main table where the two girls were sat, Elliot could see that they had plates of sandwiches and a jug of orange squash to help themselves too, with proper plastic tumblers to drink from. Mrs Morris then arrived with Elliot's lunch.
She pulled up a chair and sat down next to him and in her hands she held what looked like a plastic mixing bowl and a desert spoon. The bowl was full of what looked like mash potato with bits of veg mashed into it. She then dug the spoon into the pile of mash digging out a large heaped spoonful of the stuff and proffered it up to Elliot's mouth. Elliot looked at her in disbelief; he was going to be spoon fed like a baby too!
"Come on, open wide for your din dins, we don't have all day!" She snapped at him as she saw his hesitation. By now Elliot knew it was pointless to resist as he'd only end up getting another smacking somewhere about his person. So with that Elliot sat there with his hands down by his side and opened his mouth wide as Mrs Morris pushed the first spoonful in. The two girls were watching and they giggled as that first spoonful was pushed in. The spoon was so overloaded that it wouldn't all go in neatly and Elliot messily got bits of mashed potato all round his lips and on his chin. The mash had bits of veg in it like broccoli, cauliflower, peas, carrots, swede, all plain boiled and mashed in and worst of all, it was stone cold. Elliot had barely forced the first mouthful down when the next spoonful was being proffered up to his mouth. After a few mouthfuls his face was starting to get quite messy and Mrs Morris would scoop bits of the mash off his chin and lips to feed to him. Whenever he tried to pause for a breather in between mouthfuls there was always another spoonful waiting. "Come on, eat it up!" Mrs Morris would chide impatiently and Elliot would have to open his mouth to accept yet another large dollop of the cold vegetable mash.
Spoonful after spoonful of the mash kept coming and it felt like there was no end to it, but eventually the last spoonful came. By that time Elliot's face was a right mess with bits of the mash all over his lips chin and even a little blob of it on the end of his nose, but by now Elliot was feeling so stuffed that he didn't much care, he was just glad to be rid of that cold vegetable mush. Whilst Mrs Morris was spooning in the last of his mash the other children were already being served their desert of fruit snacks and little pots of yogurt. So when Mrs Morris had finished feeding Elliot his mush she remained seated next to him as Mrs Bircher came by and handed her a banana and a fork. This apparently was to be Elliot's desert. Mrs Morris broke open the banana skin with the fork and simply plopped it out into the bowl the vegetable mush had been in. Then using the fork she began to mash the banana up. The bowl still had remains of bits of the vegetable mush in it and Elliot watched with disgust as he saw bits of potato, carrot, broccoli and peas get mashed into the banana.
Using the desert spoon once again she scooped out a spoonful of the now mashed banana and pushed it up to Elliot's mouth. Elliot could clearly see a whole green pea embedded in the top of the mashed banana but there was little he could do but open his mouth and allow this now rather disgusting mix of banana and vegetable mush into it. Elliot grimaced as he chewed on it slightly before swallowing it down, fighting back his gag reflex. Every spoonful brought up yet another mix of banana and cold mashed vegetables and it took a little while for Elliot to settle himself back down once it was finally all gone. Afterwards another beaker of the funny tasting warm milk was given to him, but he was just grateful to have something to wash away the taste of the awful banana vegetable combo.
After lunch they all went back to spend the rest of the day in the playroom. A little after lunch Elliot once more felt the urge to pee, however this time he didn't bother to try and hold it in, he actually now found it rather thrilling that he was able to sit there and wet himself without anybody knowing. He rather enjoyed the sensation of the warm pee flooding out around his crotch and soaking into the nappy, as evidenced by his little coc-k which once more grew aroused and began to stiffly poke into the soft squishy soaked stuffing. However he did worry about what the reaction might be when the girls find out that he's soaked his nappy like a proper big baby. Would they find out? Maybe he'll be lucky and they'll have gone home before he's changed back into his normal clothes.
There was now a definite heavy sag to his nappy as he waddled around and he could feel the sagging bulge and hear it as it wobbled about noisily between his legs, rustling and crackling against the plastic pants. Elliot worried if anyone else noticed his sagging bulge, but that was soon to be the least of his worries as he now started to feel momentary urges to have a poo. To start with Elliot wasn't that worried, he didn't like using the toilets at school for number twos and could easily last all day before getting home to use the toilet, so getting through the rest of this day shouldn't be a problem. However to Elliot's surprise and consternation the urge to go started to rapidly escalate. In the space of fifteen minutes he'd gone from feeling it would be a few hours before he needed to go, to suddenly feeling quite desperate and it just kept getting more and more intense.
He had to hold it in somehow, no way was he going to sit on a potty in front of all these little children, the two girls and the ladies and do a poo whilst they all watched, but if he filled his nappy wouldn't that make him seem even more of a baby. By now Elliot was feeling very uncomfortable holding back the now terribly desperate urge to poop, painful even, as a tight tummy ache set in. It was taking all his concentration to keep his anus firmly clamped shut because it felt that if he relaxed it for just one second that it would burst open. Once again Elliot was back up on his hands and knees trying to jiggle his legs about in a desperate attempt to hold back his incontinent urges. It was just too much for him to handle at once; the stomach cramps and trying to keep his anus firmly clamped shut. A painful cramp suddenly spasmed in his tummy and as his tummy muscles reacted to that he lost his control over his anus for just a split second. It was just enough though, and in that instant Elliot heard himself let out a little muffled fart that was followed straight away by a long sausage of poop. It came out so rapidly it caught Elliot completely by surprise. He was powerless to hold it back in any case, his body had decided that it was finally time to go and that was that. Within a few seconds it filled the seat of his nappy up. First he felt it come out in a neat firm coil which then soon smushed up as it filled his nappy.
Elliot was horrified, how on earth was he going to be able to hide this, and just what was he going to do now? No one seemed to have noticed his rapid evacuation, his nappy muffled most of the noise of it and so far it and the plastic pants were holding back any smell. Elliot didn't know what to do, he couldn't sit back down now that his nappy was full of poop or he'd end up sitting in a big squishy mess of it. All he could think of doing was waddling over to a quiet corner of the room and hoping that it wouldn't be noticed until all the other children had gone. It wasn't long however before the odor of his poop began to permeate the nappy and waft around the room and was picked up by Mrs Morris.
"Oh, I think one of our little ones is in need of a change." Mrs Morris said to the room. "Don't worry we'll find them." The two girls chirped up helpfully and got up to walk around the room to sniff out the culprit. It didn't take them long of course before they stopped next to Elliot, who was still on his hands and knees with a mortified expression on his face. "Poo!" They both declared, "Mrs Morris, it's Elliot, he's done a poo poo in his nappy!" They exclaimed to her somewhat rather gleefully.
Once he had been found out, Elliot again ended up back on the changing mat, this time to have a nappy taken off and replaced. Off came the sissy frilly plastic lined baby rumba panties and then his nappy was unfastened and opened up revealing the soaked and soiled inside of it. There was much exclaiming over how wet he'd got it, and wasn't it a good job he was in nappies otherwise he'd have been back and forth to the toilet all day, and it's probable he would have wet himself anyway. The girls once more joined in helping get Elliot cleaned up and into a fresh nappy. This time Mrs Bircher let the girls rub the baby lotion and talc in. Elliot could do nothing but lie back as they both sat there fumbling and playing with his little boys bits as they rubbed in the creams and lotions, laughing and giggling as they both had their first intimate hands on with a boy's little private bits. Elliot's little coc-k once more became aroused of course at all this intimate fumbling, poking and squeezing. The girls had great fun entertaining themselves pulling his stiff little coc-k back from his tummy then letting it flick back down again, laughing as it then twitched up and down excitedly in frustration. Once they'd had a little bit of fun Mrs Bircher got them to help put him into a fresh new disposable nappy, and once more on came the pink frilly plastic lined baby pants over the top.
Elliot then spent the rest of the day in his fresh new nappy, now thoroughly subdued and resigned to his predicament as the big baby. If they'd had any doubts or reservations before, all the little children now treated Elliot as if he was just a big baby, his place was mostly certainly down at the bottom of the pecking order within the group. As Elliot started to lose his stubborn boyish veneer he even started to act more like a baby, rolling around on the floor playing with the other little children and the toys, joining in with their silly little games, during which of course he was always treated as the lesser.
Elliot now even stopped really thinking about it when he needed to pee, he just let it go, almost unconsciously, so that by the time it was nearing the end of the day he had almost completely soaked another nappy. When it was home time, Elliot had to sit there as all the other children were led out one by one as their parents arrived at the front door to pick them up. The two girls waved bye bye telling him they looked forward to seeing him tomorrow. Elliot wondered if they would tell their parents about the day they'd had and the older boy that they put into nappies like a baby. Elliot was the last to leave and this time both Mrs Bircher and Mrs Morris got him out of his nappy and cleaned him up to dress him back into his boys clothes. "Well we'll see you again tomorrow then Elliot, and I take it we'll see some better behaviour from you then too?" Mrs Morris asked Elliot with amusement and a wry grin. "Yes, yes of course!" Elliot stuttered out in reply.
Later at home Elliot of course lied about his day at the nursery, telling his mother how boring it was and how there was nothing or no one to play with, nagging her not to have to go back there again. But she wouldn't hear anything of it, he would just have to make the best of it and that was that. Later that night in bed Elliot thought about all the humiliations he had suffered in front of those two girls and all those little children. How they had seen and played with his most private little boy's bits and the humiliation of being dressed up and treated as a big sissy baby. Elliot blushed at the thought of it all but at the same time he felt rather aroused by it. Yes it was humiliating and embarrassing but at the same time it was quite exciting to be the centre of their attention, the way they intimately played with his little boys bits and the way they fussed over him as a big baby and seemed to enjoy it.
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