Bending down to look me in the face from the side, my aunt was prompting me to agree with her but I couldn’t take anymore of this kind of attention. I abruptly wrenched my hands free and stormed off into the house, determined to tear up all the embarrassing sissy clothes I was wearing. Going through the living room, I threw the pink purse on the couch and ran into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me in an angry huff.
My face was still burning with shame and when I noticed my reflection in the full length mirror in my room, I nearly burst into tears. How would I ever live this down? How had I gotten myself into such a humiliating situation?
Looking at myself, I looked like a five year-old girl about to cry her little eyes out. My lower lip trembled and I fought the urge with all my twelve tears of experience, even as my vision became blurry with tears.
I was just about to strip off my top when the door suddenly opened and Aunt Emily’s friend Lauren strode into the room like she owned it. I was a little intimidated by her since she was much taller than I was and obviously, a lot older. For some reason, her big breasts also added to her very adult persona and I hesitated uncertainly before her.
She beamed down at me and shook her pretty head sympathetically.
“There-there,” she said as she swept over and hugged me to her soft, cushiony chest, “no one meant to hurt you Baby.”
I wanted to speak but a tear trickled down my cheek and my throat was choked with emotion.
“I-I was so--” I sobbed as my shoulders shook uncontrollably.
She stroked my head affectionately as I nuzzled blissfully against her exciting bosom.
Slowly, Lauren led me gently over to the bed where she sat down on it, taking me carefully and positioning me up onto her lap.
“Hey…shhh,” she whispered in a warm, consoling voice, “there, there…don’t cry, Joshy.”
Even though she seemed to mean well, her words and childish treatment of me only made me feel even more like a baby and another set of tears tumbled down my face before I could stop them. I was tired of people treating me like a girl and a sissy and no one wanted to give me the respect of the young man that I knew I was.
“Don’t be so sad, Joshy…” she comforted me, “You’re a cute little boy, you know.”
I sniffled and felt a least a little better about that remark. I liked the idea of her thinking of me as cute although I took issue with the ‘little boy’ part. I was almost a teenager, for crying out loud!
“How about if I gave you a little kiss—hmm?” she offered in a sweet voice.
I looked at her uncertainly, my face wet with tears as I sat in her lap like a child. She was very pretty and her full, luscious lips shined with a glossy, wine colored lipstick. Without a doubt, she was drop-dead gorgeous and I wasn’t about to turn her down.
Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and, closing her eyes briefly, kissing me gently on the lips.
Wow!! I couldn’t believe it! My first kiss and it was with a real knock-out!
My head was spinning and I felt that familiar pain starting to grow in my crotch as my wiener struggled to grow harder.
“You know,” she began, “you missed out on a nice lunch your aunt had planned for everyone. But don’t you worry, I’ve got something even better that I think you’ll like,” she said eagerly in that soft, conspiratorial voice of hers.
I was still staring at her enticing lips when she began stroking the plump mounds of her big breasts, caressing them with her sexy manicured hands. This was really something for me to watch and my heart skipped a beat as it raced into full speed ahead.
She slid me off her lap and then onto the bed face up so that I was now positioned directly in front of her massive bosom which was tightly stretching the fabric of her bikini top in the most erotic way.
“It just so happens that I’m lactating so I can promise you a nice full meal, Joshy,” she said, her voice getting thick with desire.
I was starting to get an idea where this was heading and suddenly I grew nervous, feeling like I was in over my head. At my age, I liked the idea of kissing girls and maybe an experimental fondle here and there, but I was totally unprepared for anything more. I swallowed hard as Lauren slowly unclipped the front of her straining bikini, releasing her huge melons from their smooth cups. I stared dumbfounded as she cupped the left one and brought it forward to position it before my face. I’d never seen a woman’s nipple in my life and here was one right in front of my face! It stuck out, about the thickness of my finger and I saw the tiny hole in which liquid was already seeping out.
“N-no, please--” I stammered, “I-I’m-not sure I--”
“Shhhhh,” she shushed me, “this is just what my little baby needs.”
“Uh-uh,” I bleated and I shook my head no, trying to dissuade her but she only smiled down at me undaunted. Taking her big firm nipple between her slim finger and thumb, she gently squeezed it and I watched in awe as a small dribble of breast milk leaked out.
“Open up, Sissykins,” she insisted with a big smile.
I struggled on her lap but she put her other hand behind my head and forced me to face her gigantic breast.
“No—p-please!” I whined pathetically but she only smiled and brought my head up to meet her nipple. I felt my lips brush against it and she rubbed it across from side to side, working it slowly inside.
“Take it in, baby Joshy,” she whispered softly.
With a sob of defeat, my mouth opened and her big nipple quickly filled my mouth. Instinctively, I began submissively nursing and I was quickly rewarded with a steady stream of warm, odd tasting milk.
“That’s a good boy…that’s my little baby,” she cooed softly to me.
I whimpered helplessly as I suc-ked like an infant from her tremendous, milk laden breast, feeling more babyish than ever.
Lauren’s hand shifted to pat my panty clad bottom in a soft, maternal gesture.
“You know, Vanessa was right,” she said, practically in a whisper, “I think you do belong in diapers and plastic panties.”
I tried to shake my head in disagreement but Lauren wouldn’t allow it.
“You just keep nursing, Baby,” she told me, “I’ll tell you when you’ve finished.”
Not wanting to cross her, I did as I was told, closing my eyes as I suc-ked mouthful after mouthful of warm breast milk. I was so absorbed by what I was doing that I failed to notice when Aunt Emily came into the room, unannounced.
“I think your baby here is going to need to be put into diapers before you lay him down for his nap,” Lauren said with a big smile.
I opened my eyes to see my aunt gazing down at me, my mouth full of Lauren’s plump boob, suc-king like a newborn infant.
“Well, if I had known my little sissy was a breast feeder, I would have put him into diapers a long time ago,” Aunt Emily remarked.
I mewled in protest but Lauren was making sure I couldn’t pull away from her massive breast.
“I came in here and the poor little sissy was crying his eyes out,” Lauren explained, “The only way I could get him to stop blubbering was to offer him some mother’s milk, straight from the source.”
“Is that so?” Aunt Emily mused.
“Oh yes, he really is a needy little child, but giving him a nipple to nurse from seemed to calm him down right away—isn’t that right, Sugarplum,” she said in a mocking voice used with toddlers.
I tried to shake my head no but Lauren was gripping my neck firmly from behind and I squealed ineffectually with my mouth full.
“Joshy, why didn’t you tell me you were still breast feeding? Were you too embarrassed?” Aunt Emily asked innocently.
I tried to speak to counter Lauren’s lies but I was hopelessly gagged.
“Don’t you worry, Honey, we’ll take care of all your little baby needs,” she said confidently, “From now on, you’ll be my little sweet toddler, and I’ll make sure you get all the breast milk you can handle. Fortunately for you, I’ve also got plenty of diapers and baby clothes that I know you’ll absolutely adore!”
Suddenly, I felt like I was falling slowly down a mine shaft, unable to stop my fall. Somehow, I knew intuitively that my aunt had plans to take my emasculation process further by treating me like a baby and I knew I had to stop her, and stop her right now!
I jerked my head away from Lauren’s breast and stumbled up awkwardly from the bed.
“No!” I shouted, “I’m not going to wear diapers and baby clothes!”
My aunt looked mildly surprised but not shocked as she crossed her slim arms over her big breasts.
“I’m tired of being treated like a girl and a sissy!” I continued my tirade, “From now on, I’m going to wear what I want to wear.”
For a moment, a tense silence filled the room with none of us speaking.
“All finished?” Aunt Emily asked curtly, an icy tone putting an edge to her voice, “Are you done with your little temper tantrum?”
Still simmering, I nodded sulkily but I looked away, unsure of just what I’d done.
“Good, because you’re coming with me, Little Boy,” she said and she reached down to snatch my wrist.
“Wha-where are we g-going?” I asked as she jerked me out unceremoniously into the hallway and down toward the bedrooms.
“I know you’ve just been dying to see what’s behind this door so now you’re going to find out,” she replied, her voice filled with determination, “Oh yes, you’ve had this coming and now you’re going to get it in spades.”
I pouted and whimpered as she opened the forbidden pink door and pulled me inside. As she flipped on the light, I saw a baby’s nursery that looked like it had been decorated for a toddler girl. Pink and white wallpaper patterned with playing animals covered the walls and a large crib dominated the room. Frilly pink curtains softened the sunlight coming into the room and a dresser, also in pink, stood next to the crib. On the floor was a low changing table, its padded surface covered with nursery print vinyl plastic and next to it were tall stacks of thick cloth diapers.
My stomach buzzed nervously as I took all this in but I didn’t have time to absorb it all before I saw Aunt Emily reach for a stout wooden paddle much like the one in the kitchen.
“I-I I didn’t mean to--” I babbled nonsensically.
I gulped in fear as she lowered the crib bars on one side and took a seat on the waterproof sheeted mattress.
“Its time for you to learn a little lesson in manners,” she said evenly as she pulled me over to her side. Wearing only my panties and the sissy top, I felt naked and defenseless as I trembled before her.
“No-no--” I stammered weakly as she wrestled me over her bare lap.
I fell face forward and found myself staring at a diapered yellow teddy bear on the floor in front of me.
“Wait! Please! I’ll be good—honest!” I pleaded.
Aunt Emily moved her high-heeled feet slightly apart and rubbed the smooth paddle against my pantied bottom as I whimpered fearfully.
“Its time you learned who makes the rules in this house, Young Man,” she lectured me, “You need to learn that I know what’s best for you and if that means putting you back in diapers, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“P-please Aunt Emily, please don’t sp-spank me,” I wailed piteously.
Ignoring my whining, she raised the paddle high up over her head and then brought it swooping down, to land with a deafening SMACK!! across both of my unprotected cheeks. I howled out and kicked my feet, just in time for her to grip my torso to hold me securely in place and prevent my escape.
“We both know you’re a little sissy who belongs in diapers and plastic pants and that’s just what you’ll wear from now on.”
SMAAACK!!!
The paddle seared itself with a terrifying impact, flattening my round, youthful cheeks with impunity before they bounced back up in place, ready for another blistering swat. I immediately burst into tears, acutely aware that the door was open and everyone outside would be able to hear me. Here I was, a twelve year-old guy, being given a spanking over my aunt’s lap like an errant child and told that I’d have to wear diapers from now on. It was mortifying!
“You may have thought you were coming here to be able to wear panties but clearly, diapers are more appropriate for you.”
She delivered two stinging, punishing swats to each cheek.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
“You’ll wear what I tell you and do it without question—do I make myself clear?”
Before I could reply, the hard wooden paddle came swooping down again, slapping my frilly pantied cheeks with angry, fierce determination.
Suddenly, I felt her long fingernail reach inside the waistband of my prissy undies and jerk them downwards, to frame my soft, bare buns for more of her harsh discipline.
I was sobbing like a baby as the paddle rained down again and again, slapping my exposed bottom with a terrible vengeance. I kicked frantically and pounded my bunched fists on the floor, wailing at the top of my lungs in anguish.
Being made of hard oak, the wooden paddle was uncompromising as it blistered my tender, round cheeks mercilessly. The hard, crisp swats filled the room like thunderclaps, mixed with the continuous sound of my crying unashamedly. There could be no mistaking the sound of a naughty little boy getting his bottom spanked, and spanked hard.
Lauren was avidly watching my punishment closely and a small smile had formed on her cute face, showing her obvious satisfaction at what was taking place. Occasionally, she’d nod in agreement as a particularly harsh slap caused me to buck and cry out louder.
I couldn’t believe how hard my aunt could spank and if her arm was tiring, she certainly didn’t show it. She was determined to teach me a lesson and my bottom was getting its full measure and then some.
At long last, my aunt stopped spanking me and she began rubbing my blazing, throbbing cheeks again with her paddle.
“Is baby Joshy ready to be put into his diapers?” she asked innocently.
I was too busy blubbering to make a coherent reply so I nodded my head and said the closest thing I could articulate to a yes.
SMACK!!!
“I didn’t hear you Joshy…are you ready to be a good little baby now?”
I cried out in pain and anguish, another set of fresh tears spilling down my face.
“Y-y-yes Ma’am!” I cried miserably.
“Good. That’s mommy’s little baby,” she said, apparently satisfied.
Setting the dreaded paddle on the crib mattress next to her, she reached down and helped me to stand, although I was a total wreck and I wavered before her on unsteady feet. I was too ashamed to look at her directly and I stared at the floor instead, crying openly like a little child. Being disciplined by my beautiful aunt was more than I could stand and I was mortified beyond belief. All my dreams and aspirations of being considered as an equal had gone up in a poof of smoke. All along, I had been fooling myself, believing that I was an adult on par with her. She had clearly established her absolute authority in the house and I felt chastened and defeated.
Aunt Emily took me in her arms and began patting me on the back, saying soft, soothing things in my ear.
“There, there Baby…it’s all over now,” she told me in her usual sultry voice, “Your spanking’s finished and everything’s going to be okay Sweety.”
I sobbed uncontrollably and my tears fell from my cheek to drop down onto her bare back.
“There, there Joshy,” she said cradling my head, “Shushhh….shush now. Mommy’s going to make everything all better.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of her assurances but I certainly wanted to be in her good graces again. I hugged her tightly and I could feel her big soft breasts pressing against my own chest. She waited a little while longer for my sobbing to subside before she began again.
“Joshy? Mommy needs to put you into your diapers now…but don’t worry Honey—I’ll make sure you have the cutest plastic panties on so you don’t have to be concerned about that—okay?”
Her voice was one of soothing comfort and I felt a strong sense of protection from her, like she was going to protect me from the rest of the world.
Gently, she pulled me away from her embrace and stood me before her, using her finger under my chin to make me look her in the eyes. Tears were still spilling down my cheeks and I had to wipe the goo dribbling from my nose.
“Joshy, I know you think you’re a big boy now but I’m a lot older and wiser than you are and I know you’re just not ready for big boy underwear yet. Maybe someday—but not yet. You need the safety and security of a nice thick diaper and waterproof panties. You can trust me because I love you—you know that don’t you? I love you very much and I know this is what’s best for you.”
I was ashamed to hear these words from my aunt--words that said I was nothing but a baby—and it only made me want to cry harder. Ironically, I also knew my crying was making me look even more childish but I couldn’t stop myself. Looking at her mature, pretty face, I knew she held all the cards and that I was a helpless pawn for her plans. Our relationship had undergone a huge and irrevocable power shift--she was in charge now and I had no choice but to follow her directions.
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