The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

David stared at Jake. Why did it have to be him? Jake had worked for David until, well just before he had become a full time baby. Jake was everything David was not, successful, very good at his job, indeed so good that he had left because of the sheer frustration of working for such an inadequate boss. He had shone where David had failed, or that is how it felt for David who had become progressively worried that Jake would be promoted over him. On a social level as well Jake was a well known flirt, a regular seducer of great women, the more his reputation spread in the milieu in which they both worked and played the more the women seemed to like it and compete for his favours. His success at work with customers coupled with the large orders that came his way so effortlessly earned him a level of respect and popularity that David just could not attain. Moreover he started to let David know indirectly that he had no respect for him, as a manager, or even as a man. He succeeded in making David feel more and more inadequate.

David had been so relieved when he said he was leaving, but then he realised that his colleagues were put out and started to look down on him for failing to keep Jake in the firm. He had felt that his very job was on the line despite the fact that he was married to the founder’s daughter. The final insult to David came when, as soon as Jake was hired by a rival firm in a very senior position indeed he cheekily pinched his secretary Marylyn to go and work for him.

Now David had to face up to the reality that Jake was Jane’s lover, clearly a very successful lover; standing there in front of him, supremely confident as usual and obviously enjoying being here at the family home; being fully accepted into the house of a powerful business women like Helen.

David, once a big shot businessman himself (or so he liked to think), and Jake’s former boss, was here in little girl baby clothes being treated as a child and for good measure he needed his dirty nappy changing!

Jane squeezed Jake’s hand and she watched for David’s reaction. This had been a long planned coupe and it had gone even better than Jane had ever imagined. Sheila’s unexpected offer to do his face up with child’s make up and the added extra of an unexpected dirty nappy had put David in the worst possible position to meet the real man who was making him a cuckold.

Oh and how Jane was looking forward to this night with Jake, she could not wait to feel him hard inside her again, she ached for those soft but firm hands to explore her body, they would stroke and stimulate her in places she just did not know could be so erotic. She wanted to be filled with him down there her muscles gripping his manhood as it slid firmly in and out over her super sensitive G-spot, her nipples hard with lust as his tongue filled her mouth. She would scream out as she orgasmed time and time again knowing that her husband lay in helpless frustration in a cot in the next room listening to her pleasure. All this would now be made infinitely worse for him by the new realization that it was his former junior at work reaping such wonderful rewards in the marital bed. Tonight she would leave the bedroom doors ajar so he would be able to hear, tantalizingly, nearly everything but not quite everything as Jake undressed her and slowly, oh so slowly made beautiful foreplay before she started to let the world hear what a great man with solid stamina could do for her. The thought of her husband subjected to such extreme humiliation in the very next room helpless in a baby’s cot would make the night one of unparalleled pleasure.

She and Helen had agreed a plan to get the chastity on him today; she had sensed he was now ready to sacrifice his pathetic erections to her need to control his baby pleasure. Tonight she wanted him in a complete agony of frustration whilst she enjoyed herself over and over. She knew on previous nights he had always played with himself when Jake made love to her. They could always hear him via the baby alarm rustling on the plastic mattress cover as he pumped his mini member into his nappy. Jake used to make her giggle with caustic comments about David’s sexual hopelessness.

David could only stand there dumbly in shock, silent, unable to speak, barely able to comprehend this new shame in front of everyone. Of course it was Zoë as ever whose loud voice cut through to his consciousness, adding, if that were possible, to his agony.

“He’s done poo and needs changing”

David suddenly realised he was still suc-king his dummy in front of Jake; he snatched it out in confusion, only to let it hang on its ribbon in front of him; a silent reminder of his suc-king habit. Thoughts whirled round his head in a mad jumble. Words left him, his vision locked onto Jake’s big masculine hand round Jane’s hip. He stared at the two of them, not really seeing not comprehending what was happening, what he should be doing.

When Jane quietly said “Manners Sophie” it did not register, he had to do something but what?

Even the slightly more demanding “come on Sophie don’t be naughty” just hovered threateningly around him producing no response making him seem disobedient.

Helen, again sensing his shock, came to the rescue “Come on you know you must curtsey when you meet anyone older than yourself”

Too late he realised he had forgotten one of Mummy’s strictest rules. He started fumbling with his hands round the hem of his dress and was just about to stumble into a quick drop when Jane cut in.

“Sophie I am surprised at you, you forgetful little thing, you must remember your manners you know how much importance I attach to that. Now you can give everyone here a proper punishment curtsey. That will help you remember in future.”

No! Not punishment curtseys, not here; not to Jake; no not that.

[Anonymous]

It had been Emma who had drilled him endlessly at home till she was satisfied he could do it perfectly. Hardly a day went by when she did not find some reason to make him drop a half dozen or so punishment curtseys to her or save them up for Jane when she came in from work. They were such a simple way to hammer home his sissy vulnerability.



“Mummy” Pleadingly, softly imploring in a voice that in that one simple word begged for him to be let off; begged for understanding, begged for some compassion. There was none.



“Be careful young miss or someone round here might be asked to take you across his knee when we get home.”



She knew that was a threat that would quell any thought of rebellion. She had also laughed once when at dinner together before a night of erotic passion in the next bedroom to the Nursery Jake had said how much he was looking forward to giving his former boss a good hand spanking across his knee.



“I want him naked, stark naked, perhaps hot and wet from the bath so it stings more. I really want to make him cry, cry real tears of pain and shame!”



Jane had been slightly worried about this slight hint that Jake may be a bit sadistic but had not dwelt on it.



Gulping helplessly David tried to marshal his thoughts; his shock was such that the routine for Punishment Curtseys hovered dangerously close to a mental vacuum. He had to get it right. Strangely the shame of what he had to do only dimly worried him.



“Aunty Jane what’s a Punishment Curtsey?” Jessica suddenly piped up finding it slightly hard to say the strange words.



“Well when you are naughty I expect you have to go to your room or sit on a naughty stool or something till you promise to be good? Well we do the same to David when he is naughty we have a little range of punishments that remind him not to be naughty again”



“But what is a curtsey?



“Oh I see what you mean, well we need to remind Uncle David that he is just a little girl; no not even a little girl but a baby really and certainly not a proper grown up anymore. So we use a slightly old fashioned idea that makes him remember his baby age and also makes it clear to anyone he meets that he is no longer allowed to be a grown up any more but is just a baby. In the old days small girls, always had to curtsey for grown ups, so we make him do it for anyone who is older than him. You will see what it is in a moment, a sort of ballet movement if you like. A Punishment Curtsey is just a more refined version”



“No it wasn’t; it was just pure humiliation for David” thought Jane; “rather nice though” she half giggled to herself “especially with Simon and Jake here to make it seem so much worse!”



“Aunty Jane is Uncle David supposed to be younger than me, I’m three and a quarter now” Zoë piped up.



“Well I suppose he is as he likes to pretend he is not quite three”



“But Aunty Jane he did not do a curtsey for me”, she struggled a little with the word “when he came in this morning. Was that very naughty?”



“Yes it was and when it is your turn to receive his Punishment Curtsey you can ask him to do extra ones if you like to remind him that you are older than he is.”



Jake interrupted the flow. “Jane should I give David his present before he does the curtseys” he said this smiling and producing a smallish parcel that had been lying on a table unnoticed.



Jane looked and saw the pink wrapping paper with yellow fluffy chicks all over it; all neatly secured with a big bow of pink ribbon. She knew what it contained but was keen to see David’s reaction to Jake’s present. It was definitely a good idea to give him Jake’s gift before the curtseys.



Only two weeks ago at home in David’s bed Jane had been panting hard, recovering from her third shattering climax whilst Jake, still hard, weight on elbows gently tongued her ear when the regular rustling noise came over the baby alarm. David was playing with himself and his plastic pants rustled on the plastic mattress cover through the pretty lamb embossed cot sheet with his rhythmic motion.



“Your husband is spanking his monkey again” grinned Jake



“I have told him time and again we can hear him quite clearly when he does that and I said you, I mean my lover, was going to be here tonight and was he sure he really wanted to play with himself when we could hear him so clearly. I told him what a really babyish thing it was to do, to play with his wee wee when he could be heard by grown ups. But he just looked all pathetic as usual”



“Aren’t you really ashamed of yourself” I said “fancy wanting to do that when a real man is with me, real men do not masturbate, they have sex with proper women” but he begged me to let him so I gave him a handful of baby wipes to wrap round his thingy which is the way he likes to play with himself”



Pushing Jake off her Jane said bossily “Get off me, I will ride you now, until you come, you bugger.” As they swapped positions and Jane slowly lowered herself down onto that wonderful, proud ramrod. Jake said “well this time I will come but I shall reload inside you and shall have you again and again till you beg me to stop”



Jane rested for a moment, kneeling with her back arched straight up savouring his hardness deep inside her whilst Jake’s outstretched fingers played with her luscious firm breasts.



The rustling from the nursery increased its pace and Jane wondered what shamed fantasy David must be enjoying as he played with himself in his nappy with the baby wipes knowing he was being cuckolded in the very next room, in his own bed, under his own roof. The real magic of the situation was that Jane and Jake were supremely confident that he would never ever do anything to interfere. They knew he was quite unable to intervene, although physically there were no restraints to prevent him from doing so,It was that they knew with absolute assurance that he was completely lacking in the courage to do anything positive like that. He was simply reduced to lying in his cot dressed and nappied like a baby with dollies and a dummy to take his mind off the events in the next room.



Soon he would know it was Jake. Jane was certain that he would be absolutely distraught when he found out but it was he, but would be just as helpless as he was now to do anything about it. She suddenly felt the need to check the plans.



“You still OK for Sunday week at my Mum’s?



“Can’t wait, you know I just am dying to see his face when he finds out it’s me. He will be in full baby mode won’t he? What a nightmare it will be for him in front of your family and all”



“Course, he always is, anyway, I have a really pretty outfit for him that he has not seen yet; it will make him look both cute and sissy babyish. He might have a dirty nappy for you as well; shall I give him a suppository just to be sure?”



“Ugh; no don’t do that” That was not an attractive part of all this to Jake’s way of thinking. “I was wondering shall I bring him a present something like a doll or something that would really unsettle him”



Jake was always coming up with ideas to make life worse for David.



Jane eased up and down slowly on that wondrous hardness that reached impossibly far into her as she thought about it.



“Maybe rhumba pants, really sissy baby ones, plastic lined”



“Sounds great, but where do I buy them, not M&S I guess!”



“That’s easy thousands of them on the web; I can send you a link but he does have quite a few as he wears them pretty well every day.” She was distracted for a moment by the waves of pleasure running up through her body. “I know,” she pursed her lips thoughtfully as inspiration hit her;

 “Babies’ bonnets; for some reason he really does not like them. They seem to shame him so much more than anything else but I do not know why. We have had more trouble getting him to wear a bonnet than almost anything. To tell the truth Emma has pretty well given up on bonnets and has instead gone for the alice band and bunches; but if you gave them to him he would hate it even more and” she paused “You can insist he wears them on pain of an across the knee spanking; that’s a great idea, a double whammy the most humiliating thing in the world given to him by my lover, what a super idea”



The very thought caused huge waves of pleasure to flow into her very soul as she rode that iron like pillar that seemed to impossibly fill her.



“And where, pray, do I buy a babies bonnet for a grown man?”



“No probs his dressmaker will do it for you she is great I will give you an email and phone number. She will think it a hoot when you say who you are. Cost you though.”



She looked at the parcel as Jake proffered it to David. She had not seen the contents but she knew that Jake had gone to some lengths to get two bonnets and a sun hat for every day wear. Various conversations by text and email had elicited his hat size and sorted out the type of bonnet that would baby him the most. Jane had found a couple of cartoons by Curtus that seemed to embody the very thing that David hated  and she had emailed them to Jake as a suggestion as to style.



As David took the parcel he guessed that it contained rhumba pants. It was the wrong shape for a teddy bear or doll and felt soft as though clothing was involved. He looked at Jane to see if he should open it now and she nodded to him. The wet mess between his legs begged for a nappy change but that was becoming an even more distant prospect. As he pulled at the ribbon the parcel undid and spilling aside tissue paper he revealed a pair of babyish pink and blue lace frilled nylon lined rhumbas complete with a plastic inner lining in typical baby style. There was something else in the parcel but he had first to hold up the rhumbas so every one could see them. Sensing from the smiles and murmured comments around the room that the shameful panties met with everyone’s approval he pulled back the next bit of tissue paper fully expecting another pair of rhumbas. A length of blue and pink ribbon emerged; it was attached to a heavier piece of baby pink material embroidered with the word baby on it that had some stretchy material in it. He suddenly recognised what it was as he saw the peak of the bonnet.



He was holding the cutest pink babies bonnet with fitted sides so it would hug the side of his head   in a very old fashioned style; it was finished off with a broad curved peak. The pink material had the word baby softly embossed all over it in blue and the bonnet was completed with the blue and pink ribbons that would secure it under his chin.



He went pale as he realised the terrible implications of this, the most shaming article of adult baby wear imaginable, being presented to him by none other than his former employee Jake. But there was more. Pulling aside tissue paper he saw a further bonnet in the material that matched his dress. Again in pink and blue but this time it repeated the teddy bear and maypole motifs of his dress. Ridiculously childish, no not childish but utterly babyish and old fashioned. When he wore the bonnets it would complete his shaming and take away any vestiges of self that may be left.



The last item was a hat, a child’s sun hat, in baby blue but otherwise plain but again complete with ribbon to go under the chin. Jake picked it up to show the others.



“That’s for every day outings; although I really think he always ought to be properly bonneted at all times the traditional ones may be a bit much for shopping expedition to Tesco” conceded Jake as if this silly child’s sun hat with a ribbon could possibly look normal on an adult in public.



David gulped nervously. Did a small stream of something slip into that nappy adding to what was there? Was it from the front or back?

[Anonymous]

The sun hat was almost a mirror copy of that one he had to wear all those years ago. He had just turned twelve. A very young twelve as his darling Mummy always over protected him. She had produced the sun hat during a hot spell and made him wear it to school. Inevitably he had been teased about the childish garment. “A baby’s bonnet someone had said. On the way home a group of girls hassled him and started to tease him in the streets and he had to run hard to escape. It had been a long chase and after he gave them the slip he had a long way to walk home. It was whilst he hurried back to Mummy, who would be cross because he was late, the need to pee got stronger and stronger. In the front drive he had to stop to press his knees together to stop the threatening flow. When he got to the front door he could not find his door key in his satchel, the more he hunted for it in near panic the worse the need became. So near but so far. In desperation he rang the bell with a sharp pain pressing his need on him. After ages, or so it seemed Mummy opened the door. Relief at being home let him lose concentration for a second and there was a sharp tingle at the point of his willie. It flooded out, right there in front of Mummy. The light grey regulation flannel short trousers loved of English private schools turned a dark colour as the wet spread upwards outwards making a huge wet patch across the front of his shorts.

The stream, barely constrained, ran down his legs into his shoes and splattered noisily on the porch step. Mummy put her hand to her mouth “Oh my Darling, poor thing” as he burst into tears. She was all over him consoling him telling him not worry not to cry “”Mummy will sort you out; Mummy will clean you up”. Wet and desperately ashamed he let her take him upstairs, but not to his bathroom but to hers. He loved Mummy’s bedroom it was soft and pink, and gentle just like her. She used to let him help her tidy up and put her clothes away and fold up her undies for the drawers. She quickly removed the wet things and ran a scented bath. His sobs slowly came under control and the tears stopped flowing. When he was naked she wiped his face gently with a soft moist tissue that had a faintly familiar fragrance. As he recovered in the warm scented bubbly bath she busied herself in the bedroom chatting to him through the open door.

“You must have a chill, you know down there happens some time, you lose control don’t worry Mummy isn’t cross with her baby. He tried to tell her about the girls and the teasing but she did not seem to take much notice. You may have a little problem for a few days Mummy will look after you. No school tomorrow; that sounded good. She got him out of the bath and wrapped him in a big pink fluffy towel, so comforting so secure.

“Lets get you ready for tea, you can have your favourite pizza tonight” She said as she guided him to her bed. Not really understanding what he saw, she sat him down on another towel, when he was dry she pushed him back; it was not a towel; no surely not? Not a nappy?

Don’t worry we will keep you safe and dry for a few days until the problem goes away” she said as the nappy was folded up between his legs and from somewhere pins appeared and then some plastic pants. Up his legs they went. All the while Mummy was kind and soothing, no school tomorrow no home work, and you can sleep in Mummy’s bed to night. Oh how he loved to snuggle up to Mummy in her bed. He often got up early in the morning and crept into the large bed and she would sleepily cuddle him close to her warm body and soft nightie but tonight she was promising he could spend the whole night with her.

Boyish objections to the nappy evaporated with joys like this in store, anyway it sort of felt nice, snug, safe secure; he thought he might like it.. She popped a tee shirt on him and saying that no trousers or shorts would go over the nappy led him downstairs. They watched telly together as he ate the pizza and when he said he needed a wee wee she just said, “Oh are you better? You must hurry in case you have another accident”

As he went towards the downstairs loo a mischievous thought went through his head, no school, no homework, Mummy’s bed all dependant on a chill down there.

He tried wetting the nappy before he got to the toilet but the strangeness meant he could not let go. He went into the loo and stood there over the bowl before the wee ran out and spread warmly round his willie and the tops of his thighs. He hadn’t closed the door properly and his Mum could just make out what he was doing. Running back to the lounge he was all contrite. “Sorry Mummy I just couldn’t make it in time”. She smiled knowingly and cuddled him telling him not to mind little accidents will happen when Mummy’s baby is not well. That word baby again.

That night in her bed, warm and cosy, he buried his face into her breasts feeling so completely loved. When she gently popped a dummy into his mouth he did not protest and suc-kled on it happily, drifting in and out of sleep. She noticed he popped it in again when it fell out.

The next morning he was wet again and she quietly put another nappy on him, this time she found some other babyish looking plastic plants covered in nylon with little ruffles on the back. She then produced from somewhere what she called a child’s smock but it looked suspiciously like a dress, especially as it was more pink than baby blue and covered with teddies. It did not cover the nappy and panties either. He tried to object to this but rather too readily accepted her explanation that as he was just at home with Mummy who was giving him so much special attention he should not fuss so much.

It had been a perfect day. His Mummy doted on him, baked him his favourite rock cakes and even sat him down and fed him at lunch time.  He just let it happen: to be fed was a sign that Mummy would do anything for him. His nappy was changed when he was wet. He just loved that day, it was calm serene and magical.

That night in her bed again she had hinted that normally these chills cleared up after twenty four hours, but maybe she would have to take him in the nappy and smock to see the doctor. Unsurprisingly he was dry the next morning and found himself back in his normal clothes for the day. She had also hinted that these little problems might recur and he thought to himself that they might in a month or so. Somehow, though it was completely unsaid, he knew his darling Mummy was indulging him, dragging him back to an unthreatening childhood and showing him how she loved him.

It never happened again.

It seemed like only days later she said she needed to see the doctor about some small problem.

She never came home. She was rushed to hospital. When he visited her with his Aunt he was stunned; shocked; surely this grey sick person could not be his Mother his darling Mummy? The operation had not been successful; the cancer was bigger than they thought. He prayed to a distant God as a faint source of help, listened to and believed his Aunt when she tried to be cheerful. He hoped with all the fervour of a small child that Mummy would be alright and come home again, but it was not to be. She got worse and in that dreadful hospital where he sat by her bed for hour after hour she slept most of the time.

Once she woke briefly and he half dared to hope. She just said to him “David you must always be yourself, promise me that”

She closed her eyes again before he could say anything.

When the coffin disappeared behind the curtain in the crematorium and they sang “I know my redeemer liveth” from the Messiah he started to cry and did not stop for weeks.

It was the bonnet or sun hat that had indirectly made him wet himself and had brought him closer to his true self than he had ever realised. His Mummy had of course known about his inner feelings as he had been slow to be potty trained and continued to wet the bed occasionally almost to his teens. An obvious fascination with ladies underwear even at an early age had given further clues. Then realising her liver cancer was incurable and that she was terminally ill she had somehow found a way of telling him.

His Aunt was kind and took him in with his cousins and looked after him just as though he was one of her children but somewhere bottled up inside was the memory of that stolen childish day in nappies. Only when he was at University did the chance, used very hesitantly at first, to experiment with dresses and baby things, occur. His marriage to Jane was an attempt to break away from what he thought were terrible perverted desires that had him playing madly with his little thingy dressed as a baby and then, when he had come and come again so he was exhausted, to throw everything away in self disgust and vow never ever to do it again. Of course a month or even a week later he did it again and the cycle of pleasure followed by the agony of shame and revulsion was repeated over and over. It only eased a little when, one day he was in a porn shop in Soho that he found an old copy of Janus, a magazine that specialised mainly in spanking and other femdom material. Idly thumbing through it he suddenly felt as though he had an electric shock. There on half a page was a cartoon by Rex of a man, a very obvious masculine man, who was sitting on a large pile of cushions clad in a nappy and the most gorgeous pair of frilly baby pants. He had a teddy in one hand and a tall very sexy woman with an hourglass figure was just about to give him a baby’s dummy. It was the first time in his whole life that he realised that other people wanted to be a baby. He was not alone in the world with a unique strange desire. From then on he felt better about it and as the internet developed he found out so much more.  However the shame of what he did was deep real and profound and it never left him.

Somehow he never bought himself a bonnet and when occasionally a Nanny produced one he always begged not to wear it.

Now Jake was standing in front of him with the two bonnets and this sun hat that was a replica of that one his Mummy had made him wear all those years ago. And like then he was wet.

“Shall we try this on now little Sophie” He was grinning and talking as much for every body’s benefit rather than to David.

Jane intervened for a moment “The make up might spoil the ribbon shall I wipe it away, that’s OK Sheila?”

“Sure his make up has run down where he has dribbled anyway”

Jane got busy with a pampers wipe cleaning up his face murmuring little endearments to him about how he must look smart for his new bonnet that his Uncle Jake had bought him. Whilst her words cut into him making feel so ashamed in front of Jake, her presence close to him, so he could sense her body while her soft hands wiped his face tenderly and dabbed the humiliating make up away made him soft and plaint in spirit. He was becoming ever so babyish in the sense that he doted unthinkingly and uncritically on his Mummy almost regardless of the terrible humiliations she heaped on him every day.

When she was finished she said “ Now you are all smart again go and ask Uncle Jake to put your lovely new bonnet on you” Oh and don’t forget the curtsey!”

She gently guided him towards Jake. He could feel the silence in the room as he confronted his wife’s new lover who was now holding that so babyish bonnet in his large masculine hands. Hands that later tonight would be running freely over his wife’s body, teasing, stimulating, bringing her to ecstatic climaxes.

He dropped into a neat curtsy and as he did so he had a reminder that he desperately needed a nappy change. He forced himself to utter some ridiculous baby talk, cringing inwardly as he did so.

“Uncle Jake tank oou for my luvvily pwetty bonnet, pleath will oou put it on vor me” he stared at the bonnet in Jake’s hands hardly believing that this was happening to him.

He sensed the room watch him in fascinated silence as Jake, grinning hugely, came close, right up to him and slowly put on the bonnet. His face was just inches away from David’s as his hands went round David’s head fussily adjusting the bonnet here and there making it a snug fit and then he slowly pulled the ribbons tight and the made a big bow just to the left of his chin.

“There you are let’s go and look in the mirror shall we?” he pulled David gently by the elbow to the full length hall mirror and stood him there so David could admire himself.

There he was; his nappy was drooping now in the plastic pants with the extra weight, but otherwise he was the perfect adult baby; a much too short dress, prettily patterned, with generous petticoats peeking cheekily below but well above the plastic pants, smart Mary Janes in pink with white short socks with frilly lacy tops. The fresh dribble bib was in a white shiny satin delicately fringed with lace and the first wetness was starting to make it shine in the hall lights. Crowning it all was the cute baby’s bonnet in a matching material to the dress. It was neatly tailored to fit snugly and had a smart brim that brought memories of Beatrix Potter.

His arms and legs were hairless, now devoid of muscle even slightly podgy accentuating his soft almost babyish skin brought to a gentle sheen by expensive creams. He was a total contrast to the elegant Jake, standing beside him, a good three inches taller in smart slacks and a neat well tailored Aquascutum jacket; every inch the robust male. It was Jake’s look of sheer superiority that distressed David so much as he stood there, helplessly vulnerable, beside his wife’s lover. He was condemned to continue to act the baby, no let up, nor any remission allowed. He still needed a nappy change so badly.

He desperately wanted to say “Please don’t make love to her tonight please don’t Jake, please leave us alone” all that came out was “Fank oou vor my luvily babas bonnet Uncle Jake; me look velly pretheth in it”

David toddled back to the living room with Jake following him again making David so acutely conscious of the bulge down there filling his pants so that he could not help to fingering it amazed at its size and inadvertently drawing even more attention to his messed nappy.

“I think that’s worth it, she certainly knows how to charge that dressmaker of yours but she has done a very good job. She is a stickler for detail and was determined to get it all just right. Marilyn wondered who the hell she was with all those telephone calls. Anyway I had to send Marilyn out for the wrapping paper and she wrapped it all up for me.”

David froze. Marilyn his former secretary had wrapped up the parcel! She would have seen the rhumbas and those sissy babies bonnets! How could Jake have done that? Marilyn was a right gossip it would be all over the town now. She was well in touch with David’s old office and her friends there. No surely Jake would have covered it up somehow.

[Anonymous]

“She is quite intrigued as you can imagine! She could not stop laughing when she saw the “Rhumbas! Not for David” she yelled! “I had to get her to be quiet and promise not to tell anyone”



The look on Jake’s face made it quite clear that the one thing he did not expect her to do was keep it quiet.



David looked frantically at Jane. His secret would be out; everyone would know he wore baby clothes and more. What else had Jake said about him?



Such was his desperation that he did not notice the angry look that was exchanged between Jane and her mother. Jake had gone too far. They were not ready for full disclosure about David yet. They had fended off questions about David’s new life from his friends with various agreed stories, for general business colleagues and acquaintances the story was he was pursuing other interests, for those a bit closer it was a change of life style, experimental but working well with a promise to reveal all in due course. Jane was always at pains to make it clear that she and David were still living together. If probed about Jake they were just “good friends and not “living together”. Sometimes, when pressed by an inner circle that could be trusted they admitted to David’s gender issues and said he was trying to find his true self. This they always emphasised had reinforced their relationship which was much better now he was tackling problems with his make up. They had not talked about his babying to many at all.



Although at the outset Jane had gone along with her mother’s view that this was the alternative to an expensive divorce she had quite quickly realised that the reasons she had married David in the first place were still there and his submissive docile baby role thrilled her more than she had imagined possible and that she now saw the relationship developing in this new, utterly different, way.



Now Jake by telling Marilyn had blown all the stories. It was inconceivable that she would not talk as she was a huge gossip and knew everybody in the industry. Jane gave Jake a frosty glance “I think you should have been more discrete!”



She realised that it was not the time to wrestle with the consequences.



“Now its time for your punishment curtsies, young Sophie, for being naughty. First you can give me one, and then I think Zoë will burst if she does not get one. Remember we want to see your best efforts, nothing sloppy will be accepted. Now face me, and remember to speak up in a good clear voice so we can all hear you”



David knew that a clear voice still meant that he had to talk in his sissy lisp but that was just one small part of a routine that was designed to humiliate him totally. Emma his nanny had made him rehearse punishment curtseys time and time again endlessly refining the choreography to make them as precise and effeminate as she could and then when she settled on the final version she made him repeat them till he was totally practised. Even so to do it correctly here in front of the family brought a rush of first night nerves as hitherto he had only had to give them to Nanny and Jane.



The routine required him to stand and face the person to whom he had to give the curtsey and give them a little Japanese style bow, raise his head, looking directly at them and say clearly, with his dummy in as usual! “Pleath will ou acthept my punithment curthy as I haff been a naughty thithy baby” he then had to apologise for the naughtiness what ever it might have been. In this case he guessed the words “I mutht remember to curthy to my elders and betters” would fit the bill.



The movements had to be most precise: both hands formed neat pinching gestures with the thumb and forefinger pressed together and the three other fingers neatly side by side. It was quite hard to do; the right hand pinched the hem of his dress AND petticoat whist the left pinched the dress alone. He then had to raise the hands at the same time to points on his hips, the left being slightly lower than the right so the dress and petticoat flared out neatly as if he were a manikin in a window. Almost simultaneously he had to raise himself to tip toe and put one foot behind the other at ninety degrees, drop to flat feet and then go into the deepest curtsey he could manage without wobbling. As he descended he had to say “Pleasth look at my thithy baby dweth and thwilly petticoath”; at the bottom of the curtsey, knees flared, dress held high and those  nappies bulging  in full view he had to further add to his shame by holding his position as he said “pleath look at my weal babieth nappieth and weal babieth plathtic panthies” coupled with a phrase that was just neatly demeaning “that I have to wear coz I can’t usth the potty” As he slowly rose he had to finish with “I pwomith to twy wealy hard to be a better thithy baby in future”



Once again standing he put his feet together, let the dress and petticoats drop, put his hands neatly behind his back, bow again and round off with “Pleath accept thith punithment curthy from little baby Sophie”



It was so utterly shaming. Now he had to do it for Jane in front of the family! She smiled affectionately at him giving him some little encouragement as he went through the routine to the stunned silence of the onlookers. Never had they seen anything remotely like this, neatly drilled humiliation.



Jane just said “very good, now do one for Zoë but speak louder this time you were mumbling a bit.”



As he turned to his three year old niece his heart rate went up with apprehension. Sheila had been quite right; he had somehow become afraid of her. She spoke her mind and stated the obvious without any inhibition. Normally in a loud high pitched voice that ensured she got full attention. She had somehow put on what seemed to David a haughty expression tinged with impatience. He turned to her, “Pleath, Zoe will ou acthept my punithment curthy as I haff been a naughty thithy baby I mutht remember to curthy to my elders and betters”



Immediately her little face looked cross. “No you must curtsy to me, say so!” The fact that she did not really understand elders and betters was beside the point.



“Pleath, Zoe will ou acthept my punithment curthy as I haff been a naughty thithy baby I mutht remember to curthy to you Zoe as you are older than me”



This seemed to work and he completed the routine, but oh how he wanted a nappy change; the deep curtsey only reinforced his shameful need as the wet warmth pressed around him.



“Again” her arm was raised as she pointed bossily at him. The adults seemed to smile approval of the little girls demand. David felt a mixture of fear and anger at being treated like this but was utterly helpless to do anything other than comply.



He did five more before Sheila said, “That’s the last one.”



“Mummy two more please”



Little girls can twist there Mummies round their fingers sometimes and in fact he did three more before he was allowed to rest. Jessica then had her turn. Somehow David did not mind doing one for Jessica as she seemed sympathetic and encouraged him with “That’s so sweet Uncle David” after the first. She stopped after two anyway.



Jane sensing she had pushed this as far as she could intervened “Now one for your new Uncle Jake and we will be done.



David had realised right from the start that this was inevitable but that did not make it any easier. Suddenly conscious of all sorts of odd babyish things he had on, from his wet dummy dribbling onto his bib, the new bonnet hugging his head he felt weak from shame as he turned to face Jake. How could he go through with this? Just how? Jake used to work for him; dammit. Rebellion seethed inside him and flickered oh so briefly in his eyes before the utter helplessness of his situation hit him hard. Above all he needed a nappy change. Rebellion would come out like a childish tantrum making them all despise him more and bring on real punishment like another spanking, perhaps even from Jake. No, now was not the time to protest; some time later maybe? Of course David was always going to sort all this out later, but of course later like tomorrow never comes.



Gulping with anxiety he started to speak “Uncle Jake pleath……” Jane cut in “Stop looking at the floor; eye contact now!”



Startled at her voice, somehow he raised his look and stared at the face of his wife’s lover. “Uncle Jake pleath………..



His voice had gone all squeaky with nervous tension and they all laughed. It sounded like a roar to David who was going rigid with stage fright. Emotions boiled inside him as he stood in frozen silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then it broke.



“Mummeee” he bawled “help me I don’t what to be naughty I frightened oh Mummeee….” His voice went up two octaves in distress.

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He ran right up close to her like a two year old, not embracing her but standing rigid with his arms hard on his sides head bowed, and started to sob helplessly as all the emotion of the last hour poured out of him in loud crying and very real tears.

Fearful of being thought disobedient he sobbed “Baba Sophie not naughty Mummee, Pleath help me Mummee”

Even as Jake, slightly shocked at this very obvious breakdown, said “He doesn’t have to “
Jane reached out and cuddled her sobbing baby of a husband. Her left hand stroked his cheek whilst her right reached round him and pulled him close and she used the words that have calmed thousands of small babies through the ages. She became the Mummy that he lost all those years ago.

“There there baby, don’t cry, Mummy is here, Mummy look after you, Mummy sort you out. It been a big day for my baby hasn’t it.” Never conceding an inch “We will give Jake his curtsey in a while sweetie”


She waved the others away with a glance above his shoulder and only Grandma remained holding a baby wipe to sooth away his tears. As ever the close embrace of his wife calmed him down so the sobs slowed and become jerky breathing as he gradually regained control. Jane just loved, adored that complete and utter dependence on her that radiated from him in moments like this. This had not been resistance to giving Jake a curtsey she realized, it was a form of breakdown leading to complete surrender to her as his dominant Mummy and also a profound acceptance to being a baby, her baby. He had ceased at that moment to be a man.

She took the wipe from Helen and started to dab away the tears whilst asking her to get him a drink. “There there, Uncle Jake won’t bite sweetie darling. It’s only a little punishment curtsey, you do them so sweetly. Here Grandma has brought you a sippy cup come on sweetie pie have a little dinkee” She lapsed into baby talk which actually comforted him; he was so far gone at that moment.

She wanted to sit him on her lap but refrained from doing that because he needed changing. So they stood close together, his wet red face surrounded by the darling bonnet. His nose started to run but he waited for her to attend to it in helpless, dependent babyhood. Her sensuality was raging, she wanted Jake now: hard, thrusting, so wonderfully big. God he was a real man: she felt so wet down there! First though she had to get David through this and back on an even keel. She had another surprise in store that she had rehearsed with Grandma and she did not want this little outburst to get in the way. As she continued to murmur comforting words to Sophie she suddenly realised how she could turn the scene to her advantage and she winked at Helen who hovered just outside David’s vision.

“Poor Jake, he needed that curtsey to give him confidence that you are my baby and not my lover. I do tell him you only ever come in your nappy but I am never sure he really believes me, does he?” Jane looked at her mother who had quickly guessed her daughters plan. Jane could be quite a story teller when the need arose she thought. “Oh he was hinting at his doubts this afternoon” she confirmed fibbing outrageously. “I will go up and start getting the changing things ready” she winked back at her daughter.

The slight hint that Jake could be jealous of him, ridiculous as that may seem, perked David up and he smiled at Mummy and cuddled her “Tho sowwy Mummee I will do another nith punithment curtsey for him” He would do anything to please Jane.

“Come on let’s go upstairs and see what I brought over with me for you today. We will soon have you changed, clean and bright as a button with a lovely fresh nappy.

At last the ordeal was over, they would take him upstairs and change his messy nappy. It had felt so completely demeaning, here in front of all the family and Jake, to know that he could not ask for a change; he certainly could not go and do it for himself he just had to wait and wait until either Mummy or Grandma took him to be changed. Until then he was just a dirty little baby.

Jane held his hand to lead him upstairs. As he waddled out of the room he could hear the amused comments of the others across the hall. He went gingerly up the stairs trying the best he could to keep the mess from spreading. In the spare bedroom, set up a changing room he immediately noticed on the dresser along with all the paraphernalia of baby change time the Box; it was the box that contained his chastity. Mummy must have brought it from his nursery where it had adorned the shelf where he kept his teddy bears.

No surely they were not going to chastise him here today? Had he not suffered enough for one day? Surely that wasn’t what Mummy meant?

“Mummee?” he whined pointing at the box.

“Now little Sophie I think it about time we put this on; you know you want it really and, sweetie pie, it will show Uncle Jake that there is no need for him to be jealous of you. You should be proud to think that you had to wear one because people might think we make love together.” This was such twisted logic but David was always a complete suc-ker for anything that made him look bigger, or as in this case an idea he thought made him look all important. He was still looking a bit doubtful when Helen came in with another suggestion she had already agreed with Jane.

Now as well as showing Jake you are the boss by wearing this lovely little chastity I had made for you I am going to make you a little promise that will make it all so much easier for you. Every Friday, if I am in town, when I look after you, and if you are sure you want to show me what a big baby you are, I will let you out of it and you can play with your little willie to your hearts content after one nappy change until you need changing again. I will of course decide when that is to be, as you would expect, and you will always have to ask nicely if you may play with yourself. I might even let you play around in my panty drawer; that would be a real treat. I know Mummy doesn’t really approve but Grannies are allowed to spoil the Grandchildren a bit. You see there are two keys and I shall have one of them. You know I always keep my word”

Jane came right up to him now and put her hand on the front of his plastic pants. “If you say yes I will rub you to make you come so we can get it on all nice and snug.” This was just a neat way of saying really tight so the little baby could not get the tiniest erection without a pain.

These two last ploys swung the balance straight away and David nodded his head eagerly even as Jane rubbed gently through the plastic, and two nappy layers searching for the little member. “You have to tell me where tiny tinkee is hiding is as I can’t feel it through all this”

“Down a bit…… there Mummee pleath wub my tiny tinkee”

Despite having come twice that day already, as well as the little accident, he was quick to rise mostly because his lovely adorable Mummy was close to him with her hands gently feeling the front of his plastic baby pants. Grandma was hovering in the background, mature, feminine but so in control. Soon the excitement made him feel the poo in his nappy and the whole soft mess bizarrely added to his pleasure. Grandma added icing on the cake.

“I have just bought a lovely old fashioned long legged panty girdle as have put on a bit weight. I must admit I thought of you when I bought it. I bet you would just love to see it and touch and feel it. It has the tiniest bit of lace round the legs and is in a satin lycra material, soft and firm all at the same time.

“oh oo Mummee; tiny tinkee tho exthited”

Jane moved even closer to him so he felt her all over him, her perfumed hair on his cheek. She was so sexy so desirable.

“Go on little baby, do your manly spurt spurts in your dirty nappy, give Mummy a big boys lovely big number three. Oh is my big man spurting?”

She knew precisely when and how to taunt him. Just as he jerked his last and fantasy faded to be replaced by reality pressing in on his consciousness, the words changed gradually in tune with his fast moving feelings from sexual encouragement to sarcastically highlight his failure as a man.

“Oh baby you are so really fast. Look Grandma my baby hubby has given us a spurty number three in that messy nappy just so quickly isn’t my hubby baby just so clever? My my I bet you never saw it done so quickly?”

David would never learn. That moment short lived pleasure was going to be paid for in hours and days of chastised frustration. Moreover for the rest of this afternoon till he was put in his cot at bed time he still had to give curtseys, have this nappy change, a dirty one at that, have tea and carry on being the baby in front of everyone and just after a come. He could be sure that Jake was coming to their house, his house to share his old bed with his wife.

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In earlier days when he babied himself in secret he could revert to manhood after coming and put all these ridiculous derisory baby thoughts and actions behind him and carry on as though nothing untoward had happened; a true Jekyll and Hyde approach to life. Now that was not possible: he had to endure the real agony, the absolute awfulness, of continuing in baby mode. It was not just that he was dressed like a toddler in the most demeaning clothes an adult could possibly wear although that was bad enough; he couldn’t even carry on in a shamed sullen silence trying to cut out the world around him. That was definitely not allowed; he had to act as though he really were a baby, act out the whole demeaning simpering sissy role with enthusiasm and conviction, endure the reactions, comments and laughter of everyone and still continue as though he just wanted to be a baby. Otherwise it would be a big collection of sticks, corner time and several spankings.

Men never learn when it comes to sex; as his Denise used to say “they have their Brains in their balls”.

Jane motioned to the bed. “Lie down baby and please please don’t sit in it you messy thing. I said DON’T SIT IN IT; my God you are a real prat. Ugh!”

Even now such remarks made him go puce with shame.

“Oh Christ: Grandma, the disposable has leaked, Oh God it’s all over the terry, ugh and the plastic pants will have to boiled as well! What a disgusting mess. Lie still, will you, keep your legs up in the air. Come on knees on your chest so I can see what I am doing. Keep still. Give me a sodding great bunch of wipes Grandma will you? Thanks, here I need some more. Tell Jake to bring the nappy pail up here so we can put the terry and pants into soak straight away. Tell him to put some more Nappisan in before he comes up. It’s on the side in the utility room.

David was quietly sobbing again.

“Well you may cry you have got good reason to. I have never seen such a mess.

Thanks Jake darling, just leave it there. No, you really do not want to come in here I promise you. Off you go this is woman’s work or so I am told. Go chat with Simon; shan’t be so long now. Yes the baby is crying. He will get over it”

David was cringing at the thought of Jake seeing him utterly exposed in the middle of a dirty nappy change and sensing him just in the door of the room just wished he would go away.

Jane was irritated at having to deal with this mucky mess and partly determined to rub salt into David’s destroyed pride. She also realised that he had a come three tomes today and she was still desperate to have Jake. Somehow this was not right!

When, at last, he was clean and she looked at his miniscule member a wonderful mental picture of Jake’s blue veined throbbing manhood crashed into her mind. She was going to lick him teasingly with her tongue till it dribbled prec-um then she was going to put freshly painted lips down over its long long shaft and use her tongue to tease the tender underside just to the point he was going to explode then….

“Come on Jane stop your day dreaming and let’s get him finished, the girls will want their tea. Here is the chastity, put the big ring first over his little sac, then slide the small ring down his length, err shall I rephrase that?”

They both giggled.

“Now tighten the big ring round the base of the sac so he can’t get it back off again, there are little markers, that one goes to number five, got it? Ok that looks fine”

She put on her reading glasses and peered closely at her son in law’s private parts and pointed to guide Jane about her delicate task.

“Now tighten the little ring that’s on his willie, go to the number two notch. Those little padlock devices there fit on the two rings so you can’t pull the willie ring off, it’s probably too tight to go over the head anyway. Now pull out that little screw thing so he can’t undo the bits you just tightened up. It’s a unique head design apparently so any old hex key or Phillips will not work. Don’t want you to get any naughty ideas scallywag”

David had a small sensation of tightness as the rings sat very snugly round his sac and willie. There was going to be no room at all for arousal.

The task completed Jane started the process of renappying her husband. For once she did not bother with the humiliating routines of earlier changes and briskly set about her task. Soon done he was sitting on the side of the bed as she adjusted his bonnet fluffed up his petticoats and straightened his dress. She wiped his face using another Pampers but there was no escaping his red puffy eyes.

“Oh dear everyone will know you have been crying, never mind that’s what babies do” It was enough to start another snivel; precisely what Jane wanted. Now the chastity was there she was going to tilt the scales a little more in her favour. First she had to get him happier with her so she could manipulate him.

Smiling she got him to stand up and put her arms round him. With a little kiss on his lips she saw his heart melting as she stroked the side of his bonneted head.

“Come on sweetie cheer up you have such a cute chastity on, you know you just wanted it all the while. Just what is Jake going to say…….when you give him the key?

Ignoring his startled look she pressed on. “Now if you do it really sweetly I will give you three whole carrots. You are going to be so proud that my boyfriend has the key to your little willie. Just think how you will just adore hearing us in the bedroom when you are all tight and controlled down there. Just snug in your cot with no more temptation to rustle and rub so we can hear you over the baby intercom; no more showing Jake what a  baby you are by playing with that silly thing when he is doing it properly with me in the big mans bed.”

She could see the hurt in his eyes. What ecstasy to see your husband reeling with hurt and shame. She could not help but to rub it in even more. This was such fun, but when was she going to get Jake inside her?

Darling, above all you know your being all locked up and safe will make it so much more exciting for Jake and me and that is really what you want isn’t it? I know you want to make up for all those horrid failures we used to have. All those wasted years of premies and too quickies; at last you are doing it right. Now you know that it will only ever be Jake who makes love to me you are bound to be so pleased for me. You can’t possibly know how super he is at it as well? Ohhh he is the most amazing stud; hard, firm, kind and just so good at it. How he lasts! Do you know I even get a little sore because he last and lasts, then darling he can come and start again before I have really recovered. Isn’t that amazing! I have had such incredible orgasms, you are so lucky to have him do it for you. You must be so proud to be properly and neatly chastised and have such a wonderful man to perform in your bed for you, aren’t you just the lucky one? By the way I really think from now on you will have to write him a little thank you note each time he comes round and helps you out. You know tell him how much I enjoy it , how good he is, that sort of thing.”

She was radiant with the thought of her control over David. Thank you notes indeed; where had that idea come from. It just popped out

David looked just so miserable and he started to snivel again; at that moment he hated beyond measure the thought that Jake was going to have all that fun whilst he had none.

“Now let me explain the arrangements for your little spurties, Grandma and I discussed this, we do really understand how much you need to do them in your nappy from time to time; when you have twenty carrots I will let you ask Jake to bring the key and we might let you have a little come come before you go to bed. If you save up fifty carrots he might let you have it removed for one whole period between nappy changes and with a hundred carrots maybe we will let you have it off all night. Just think what a super treat that would be.”

David was aghast; a hundred carrots, that was next door to impossible. As he opened his mouth to protest she gave him one of her lovely radiant big smiles and softly pressed a finger against the ever present dummy “Shhhhh sweetie whining means sticks” Swishing her hair seductively she tenderly took his hand to lead him:

“Come on let’s go down and you can give the key to him and do it nicely; say how pleased you are about it all.”

It had all happened so quickly. David was reeling from emotional overload. De-spunked, deflated and dispirited could sum it all up. He was chastised, cuckolded and about to give the key, this most precious key to his wife’s lover; coupled with a set of arrangements for his occasional temporary freedom that were well designed to ensure that he had minimal pleasure. And above all he would have to ask Jake for the key so he could be released; only to be allowed to play with himself in his nappy. 

He had to fight, protest, complain refuse; but maybe not just now. He knew he had to start collecting carrots: fast, so maybe when he saw Grandma on Friday he might have a chance to say something. But then it might be true that he was lucky it was Jake. He did have a very good reputation amongst the girls. Perhaps people would respect him for letting Jake have his key; perhaps they might think well of him for letting Jake take his place as Jane’s lover. David’s ability for self delusion was limitless.

At the bottom of the stairs David could see Jake and Simon still in the lounge and Sheila was helping the girls with their tea in the large kitchen. Seeing the three of them return from the nappy changing she followed them into the lounge as well sensing more fun!

Jane paused in front of the hall mirror and started to fuss around David’s dress, pulling and straightening here and there, fluffing up a petticoat, adjusting the knicker elastic on the baby pant’s leg openings making sure he was all tucked in and the plastic wasn’t crumpled and wrinkled. Close to him and loving, petting him as she touched and stroked his dress; happy, smiling, giving him encouragement. He just lapped it up and started to lighten up a little. When Jane was like this the shame of his baby status faded away somewhat.

“Now you just have to explain what Grandma has brought for you; remember it was specially made to fit your tiny willie. You can say have you have been a big strong man and done three lovely spurties in your nappy today!” Her voice rose slightly on the last word.

“Think how jealous that will make him! Oh what a lucky Sophie” she was talking to him in exactly the same way as a Mother eggs on a small child in a game.

“Then you can give him the key and say it is best if you don’t do it anymore and you only want to do wee wees with your willie from now on because you really want to be a proper baby. Come on lets say that shall we?” She propelled him forward to the others.

Jake could see David was holding a small key as he toddled in. David anyway knew the kind of thing he had to say, he had read enough sissy stories but Jane’s infectious enthusiasm emboldened him a little as he summoned up the mental effort to further humiliate himself in front of Jake and the others. Gulping and flushing red he stammered, still using the baby lisp that was always required:

“Uncle Jake,” there was a long pause as he groped for some words that would please Mummy.

“Come on” said Jane softly

“Grandma has had a spethial extra tiny lickle chathtity;its made to fit my pee pee,”

He could sense Jake’s incredulity at this new revelation but he blundered on.  “It’s so I am kept properly under control and don’t do no more thurpties without permithon. Mummy makes me do naughty naughty thurpties in my nappieth when we are together.”

He went on just like a child starting to boast about his achievements:

“Do you know? I haff done fwee big grown up thurpties in my nappith today; my mummy sayth that might make you jealoth so itth besth iff you haff the key.”

“Say why” prompted Jane

“Coz I want to be a pwoper baby from now on and only do wee wees in my nappith wiff my tiny tinkle”

As his voice slowly faded away in acute embarrassment as the utter stupidity of these ridiculous words hit him and he realised he had handed over control of his manhood to Jane’s lover in front of everyone. His gaze slowly dropped; it became impossible for him to look at anyone in the eyes, and they became riveted onto the floor, staring at Simons bootlaces.

Sheila hooted “Christ; listen to him, that takes the biscuit David, a goddam chastity belt now, I just can’t believe you let yourself be treated like this. Jane how the hell do you do it? What a prat!”

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David just started to sob again as the extremity of his humiliation in front of everyone sank in. He just wanted his Mummy to love him; that was all that was left now.



“Oh do stop crying you baby, why all this fuss? You wanted to be a baby and so you are now being treated like one. You have even had three spurties in your nappy today and the last was a real treat for you as you had number ones, twos and threes all in that nappy in one mucky mess at the same time. Your Mummy and Grandma were watching you do it; what else do you want? You used to spend hours on the internet looking at precisely this sort of thing and now when you we give it to you, you burst into tears. There is no pleasing some people”



Jane was being hard again egged on by Sheila’s outright contempt ; the constant reference to his internet wanderings were really designed to make him look small in front of Jake, who had often said to her that he never bothered with porn because the real thing was far better and just as easy to access. She well understood the enormous difference between David’s femdom fantasy world and the reality that David was now living in; unsurprisingly he was finding it was not quite what he had dreamed about. She was also conscious of the ever pressing need for Jake but even in these liberated times she could not bring herself to slip away from the family to go upstairs with him to slake her longing. She did not realise that all the other adults in the room were similarly affected. Helen had some time ago resolved to call on a good friend who very discretely used to enjoy her bed from time to time and Sheila was just desperate to have Simon.



“Anyway stop that sulking and staring into the ground and give us all a nice smile and then give Jake that punishment curtsey you owe him and you can go and have tea with the girls.”



David raised his freshly tear stained face to look at Jake as he started “Uncle Jake pleath accept my punithment curthsey”



Jake made him do three finding a petty fault with the first two and starting to laugh as the charade continued.



At last, at long last it was over and David toddled off to the kitchen with Jane and Grandma wondering what else could happen today. Sheila was their with her two and immediately greeted them.



“I have promised Zoë she can feed David in the high chair as Jessica did it at lunch time, my two have had cheese on toast but I saw the jars of baby food left out and assumed they must be for David. Jane do you really keep him on jars, they are a bit gross you know?



“No not all the time but at least one or two a day as he is very young and as he had a proper lunch baby food is just right for tea. He chooses his own you know when he is out with Emma.”



“Hear that Zoë?  Now Jessica can help you get him ready. The jars are warm and ready”



The little tot looked at him and pointing at the high chair bossily ordered him:



“Come on you big baby in your high chair for your tea time, I will feed you your jars”



“Aunty Jane will you put his baby bib on for me, he made a big mess at lunch time”



“Mummy what are we giving him?”



“Organic vegetables and rice in one jar and beef casserole in the other and for pudding we have apple and yogurt custard, Jessica will tip the two starters into his baby dish for you to spoon feed him? Get the stool so you can do it easier”



Jane in the meanwhile was helping Jessica to strap David into the high chair and put on the big plastic bib that had short arms as well as a broad front as she realised that the combination of Jessica, Zoë and David wrestling with a rather unappetising savoury was going to be messy. Her husband just looked so defeated and helpless in the chair resigned to being fed by a three year old.



Sheila, sitting down at the kitchen table, pouring tea into smart china mugs, just behind David, leant forward to chat conspiratorially with Helen and Jane who joined them when she had finished and left the toddlers to look after him. Suddenly realising a problem she called out.



“Jessica dear he still has that pretty bonnet on can you take it off as I don’t want it to get messy.”



“Jane my dear, how long are you going to keep him like this? It must have been a while already; how many months? I mean what will he do afterwards he can hardly go back to work, especially as Marilyn knows now; she will tell everybody.”



Jane looked at Helen.



“We have some idea but how long were your two were in nappies?”



“Jessica was slow nearly to four before we finally got it cracked but this one” she said pointing to Zoë who was trying her best to feed David, “was very quick, the second one you see, say three years old.”



They watched as Jessica fumbled for a while with the bow on the bonnet and eventually it became free and by standing on the step stool she could take it off and she placed it on the side in David’s view. “Well I think he should be kept properly and strictly in nappies for the same time as a child; say three and a half to four years.”



David, trying hard to listen to the grown ups chatting softly amongst themselves just behind himand realising he was not a part of the conversation just the subject of it, was stunned. Did she say three and a half years! That was about another three years or so as a baby in nappies, not to mention the dresses and other things and what about the new chastity? My God three years of no regular playing! He would certainly have no control over himself and absolutely no job prospects either. He would be dependent on Jane for everything.



“Of course I shall not start the clock running until I am sure he has no control, but we may be close judging by today’s performance”



That was even worse thought David, my time so far does not count! He winced inwardly. She can’t do this, but that was just silly she had taken it so far and could do what she liked.



Helen chipped in;



“We thought that after such a long time it would take a while to potty train him again , that is if we didn’t keep him in nappies for longer but after four years we will all probably need a break from it anyway.  He almost certainly would not be able to get a proper job so we might train him or have him trained as male maid at one of the academies like Tawsingham or Mrs Silk. Jolly handy to have a proper maid.”



Zoë shovelled food into David’s mouth, in fairness she was doing well for a three year old but there was quite a mess round David’s face and running down the bib but the adults, just out of his sight, let her get on with it. David realised he had been left in the charge of a small child to be fed. Worse as he was desperately trying to hear what the adults were saying about him Zoë kept on chatting away to him in her loud voice so he couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying.



“Come on crybaby open up for some more yummy veggies: Aunty Jane he does cry a lot doesn’t he?”



“Yes Zoë he can’t stop himself. Just like the baby he is” To the others she added “He is crying more and more it has become quite noticeable in the past week. Emma has remarked on it as well.”



“Here comes the train into the tunnel woo woooooo”



“Go on say yum yum like a proper baby”



“When we have finished do you want you babies’ bottle or your pudding?”



Sheila dropped her voice a little so David could barely hear them at all. “Just look at him sitting there, being fed by Zoë, why doesn’t he stop it? Protest, walk out, tell you all to bugger off?”



Jane smiled and mouthed silently “He loves me! He just can’t leave me” raising her eyebrows and pulling a face in an amused sarcastic manner that made the others giggle.



Louder she added “He has no grown up clothes except two pairs of very childish looking dungarees and only little girl’s shoes and one pair of sandals, no bank account, no credit cards, no car keys and we even formally surrendered his driving licence so he can’t hire a car and of course he is not on the insurance so he cannot drive ours legally. He has a pink Barbie mobile phone but it is set so he can only call Mum, Emma or me, the house phone has a pre-dial locking code in it which he does not know and both Emma and I have sim codes on our mobiles so he can’t make use of them. Anyway he probably couldn’t remember the phone numbers of anyone to call as he always had them in his old mobile’s memory. Also Emma is not allowed to bring any cash into the house in case he got ideas to steal it and run. We have got it pretty well sewn up. Of course don’t forget he probably can’t manage without nappies now as well. Dropping her voice again she added “Yes maybe he could do something if he really wanted to but all those difficulties just give him a lazy excuse for accepting what we do to him”  



“I know it is all just incredible, but God it makes me so randy; I have never ever felt anything remotely like it. Jake is the same; he is a fantastic stud but he says this cuckold arrangement gives him the best sex he has ever had.”



She smiled semi ruefully as she stroked her breasts lazily “It is not all about my body, but I guess it helps a bit”



The others smiled conspiratorially; they knew exactly what Jane meant.