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Tricked Into Nappies Part 5.
My ever changing emotions.
Life as Auntie Caroline's baby certainly was a
time of great emotional conflict for me. On the one hand
I was constantly in a state of humiliation. I was
dressed in nappies and treated like a baby 24 hours a
day. I had to use a dummy and I was dressed, bathed and
fed constantly, including bottle feeds and even breast
feeds. I was changed and put to bed early as often as
possible, and was enduring a life that was totally
abhorrent and unjust... It was as near to an abduction
as you could get... one day I was a shy, sensitive
lonely 12 year old boy, and the next I was turned into a
baby, and then a girl within a matter of weeks. My whole
life was whisked away and changed before I barely had
time to protest.
I was taken from my parents and
my home and was now living a totally submissive life,
not able to do anything for myself and having to rely on
Auntie Caroline for absolutely everything. And this of
course had a massive adverse effect... because I wasn't
allowed to look after myself in any way, I became
totally reliant on Auntie Caroline for everything, and
this meant that I lost all sense of responsibility, I
was no longer mentally able to deal with anything, and I
had lost every last drop of confidence that I had gained
in my short life. Auntie Caroline's control over my life
was so all encompassing and complete that I had lost
every inch of self belief.
But then on the other
hand, I was being loved and looked after, pampered and
spoilt beyond anyone's imagination, I was receiving a
level of affection and care that I had never experienced
with my parents. Auntie Caroline's control over me made
me feel safe and secure, I didn't have to think or worry
about anything, all my needs were taken care of with
absolute dedication and precision, so much so, that
whenever I found myself away from her I felt vulnerable
and insecure, I needed her, and whenever my needs were
being met I felt wanted and adored. And so eventually,
instead of feeling violated and abused by my baby
treatment, I started to feel a kind of love towards
Auntie Caroline for taking care of me, she had expertly
‘Worn me down’ so much by her treatment of me, and I had
become so dependent on her for everything, that I began
to really believe that I needed to be treated this way,
I started to believe I was a baby, and that I belonged
to her. And as this relentless 'Brainwashing' continued,
gradually, over time my affection for her grew, each
time she tended to my needs and looked after me I loved
her a little bit more.
It wasn't that obvious to me at the time that
my feelings towards my ‘Baby Regime’ were changing, the
change was very subtle and 'Under the surface', but it
was there. At first I fought Auntie Caroline as often as
I could, but she was holding all the cards, there was no
way I was going to win, and it didn't stop me trying,
but after a while I did notice that my mannerisms were
becoming more infantile... I would suck my thumb if I
didn't have my dummy, I would cuddle up to my teddies
whenever I felt insecure, I began to cry at the smallest
thing. These changes were significant, but at the time I
didn't really take them seriously, It was a clear
indication that Auntie Caroline's pIan was working. I
was gradually, bit by bit, day by day, changing into a
baby, and it was testament to Auntie Caroline's
persistence and strong will that she was getting what
she wanted. But despite my growing affection for her and
my slow transition into a baby, there were still moments
where the humiliation and control would get to me, where
the last remnants of fight would resurface, and fight
them I did.
The sun was beating down on the front garden as
Jessie and I were playing. It was only mid morning but
the temperature was quite hot already. We were both
sitting on the grass playing 'Jacks' (A game where you
have to pick up small pieces of metal in the time it
takes you to throw and catch a ball, all the while
singing rhymes). It's a bit of a 'Girlie' game but I was
quite enjoying it, I hadn't really noticed it at the
time but the longer I lived life as Tia the more
feminine I was becoming.
Auntie Caroline had put my hair in a ponytail
that morning now that my hair was longer and had tied it
up with a pink ribbon. She had made quite a fuss over me
to make me look pretty after breakfast. She had given me
a wash and then had chosen a pretty summer dress for me
to wear, then she brushed my hair for what seemed an
age, all the while telling me that she was going to look
after me and that she loved me and thought I was pretty.
And I must admit, instead of feeling embarrassed at
being dressed as a girl, I quite liked all the
complements and attention.
"Oooh you look so adorable Tia!" She had
commented, as she stood back to admire her handiwork.
I had been particularly well behaved over the
past few days so she was being extra affectionate. She
had also put me back in slightly longer dresses when
outside, and would only put me in short ones when I
disobeyed. Of course, the rule about my nappy being
visible while in the house still stood, but this was a
minor inconvenience when the house was empty of guests.
This morning she had dressed me in a light
white cotton dress, quite flimsy with short sleeves and
a lace trim on the hem, it had a pink satin sash around
the waist which matched the ribbon in my hair. The dress
was still too short to hide my nappy completely, for
when I was standing you could see about 6 inches of
nappy between my legs, but when I was sitting on the
grass I was able to hide it which pleased me no end. I
was far more comfortable being seen as a girl than being
seen as a baby.
After a while we both took a break from playing
'Jacks' and began to chat. Jessie informed me that the
Mackenzie's were coming back from their holiday today.
I didn't know who they were because it had only
been a short while since I had begun to go outside.
Jessie seemed surprised that I didn't know them so began
to tell me who they were... they were her neighbours
from around the other corner, a nice family with two
boys, the oldest son Jonah, it turned out, shared the
same birthday as Jessie. And I noticed that whenever
Jessie mentioned him there was a certain lift in her
voice, and I suddenly became aware that I was getting a
Up until this point I hadn't really thought
about Jessie in any way other than my best friend, but
now that there was another boy on the scene, and one who
seemed to be held in high regard I started to feel a
little jealousy towards him.
Jessie continued to talk about Jonah but I had
switched off, I was looking at Jessie and noticing how
pretty she was. She had a beautiful colour to her skin,
and her brown hair was partly curly partly tussled with
little tussled strands hanging down over her eyes which
she flicked to one side every few seconds. She had huge
brown eyes and a small pretty nose. She was also wearing
a light summer dress, and as I looked at it I felt a
pang of resentment at the thought that she didn't have
to wear a nappy under it like I did.
A few minutes later, the front door opened and
Auntie Caroline stepped out into the sunshine and called
out to me.
"Tia! I want you to come in now please!"
"Why Auntie?" I said disappointingly.
"It's hot and you've been outside for long
enough." Came her reply.
This comment really made me feel irritable,
even though Jessie was talking about Jonah, I was still
enjoying Jessie's company and I felt really cross that
Auntie Caroline was taking away this one pleasure, and
it was especially cruel that I was being made to come
inside on such a beautiful day. I sighed and looked
sorrowfully at Jessie.
"Don't worry," She said smiling. "perhaps you
can come with me when I go round and see Jonah this
afternoon, he'd love to meet you."
Sighing loudly I regretfully got up and slowly
made my way back to the house, Auntie Caroline was
standing in the doorway with her hand outstretched
"Do I have to come in now Auntie?" I Huffed.
"Yes Sweetie," She replied, "I don't want you
to get too hot."
Auntie Caroline took my hand, led me into the
house and stood me in the hallway before going back to
the front door. I heard the door close and felt the
warmth of the sun disappear. Then suddenly I sensed
Auntie Caroline standing behind me, and before I had
time to turn and see what she was doing I felt my dress
being loosened at the back and turned my head to see
what was happening. Auntie Caroline had unfastened the
top button of my dress and was gradually working her way
down. Annoyed at this intrusion I frowned heavily as
Auntie Caroline unfastened the last button.
"Arms up." She said as she reached down and
pulled the hem of my dress up and over my nappy..
"I don't feel hot at all Auntie!" I said
"No arguments Tia!," She remarked as she pulled
my dress completely off. “you know the rules, when
you're indoors I want to be able to see your nappy at
all times !"
I could have cried with shame as Auntie
Caroline said those words. She patted my nappied bottom
and draped my dress over a nearby chair leaving me
standing there naked except for my nappy and socks. Then
she came back and knelt down in front of me, she reached
forward and began to adjust my nappy, it's plastic
surface rustling loudly as she fiddled and pulled it
back into shape. My body jerked as she quite vigorously
tugged at the plastic waist band pulling it up making me
unsteady and I rested my hands upon her shoulders for
balance. Then without a hint of a warning, or any kind
of permission, she slipped her fingers under the leg
elastic and poked a protruding finger inside. I flinched
as I felt her fingers probe around between my legs. The
intrusion and indignity was overwhelming! The sense of
violation you feel when someone suddenly thrusts their
fingers under your clothes and feels around between your
legs is hard to describe, it's like being a toy doll who
is dressed and undressed by its owner, picked up and
played with anytime anywhere.
Auntie Caroline then placed her hands around my
hips and swiveled me round so that she could examine my
bottom. I stood there feeling utterly miserable as
Auntie Caroline continued with her adjustments. It was
then that I decided to ask her about my plans for this
afternoon. My heart fluttered nervously at the
anticipation of what she would say.
"Auntie?" I said, quietly. "can I go with
Jessie to see her friend this afternoon? he lives next
door to her and she wants me to go." I stood there
rooted to the spot, my ears straining to catch her
reply. Auntie Caroline ran her fingers along the leg
elastic of my nappy.
"No Sweetie," She said firmly. "I don't think
My heart sank, I hadn't reckoned on a refusal
"Why can't I go Auntie?" I said forlornly.
"Because I won't be there to look after you."
She replied, pulling up the waist band at the back.
"But I don't need looking after." I said.
"No Tia!" She replied, "you're too young,
you're to stay here with me where I can keep an eye on
"But it's not fair!" I said, the frustration
welling up inside me. "It's just next door and Jessie's
"No Tia, you can't go." She said flatly. I felt
a wave of injustice begin to rise up out of my chest.
"But why can't I go?" I repeated.
Auntie Caroline looked at me sympathetically
and said, "You're too young Sweetie! You can't go on
"But I'm not too young!" I cried, my eyes
beginning to well up with tears." Jessie's going, why
"I've just told you why," Said Auntie Caroline
with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "you're just a
baby. You need to stay here so I can look after you!"
"But I'm NOT a baby Auntie!! Pleease!!" I
begged, my frustration reaching fever pitch. “I want to
go! It's not fair!"
Auntie Caroline didn't answer and it was then
that I knew I had lost. I was always going to lose, and
it was this thought that made me start to cry. The sheer
frustration and injustice of my situation filled my head
Auntie Caroline rose to her feet, took my hand
and led me into the living room and over to the sofa.
She sat down on the edge and pulled me towards her so
that she could look directly into my eyes.
"Listen Tia," She said, her voice was firm but
compassionate. "wether you like it or not you ARE a
baby, and therefore you have to be treated like one, I
can't let you go out on your own for the simple reason
that you need to be looked after properly."
“But I don't need looking after, I don't want
to be a baby anymore Auntie, Please! It's not fair!”
“You might not want to be a baby Sweetheart but
you are, pure and simple,” She replied sternly.
“But i'm not!” I Argued, “I'm too old to be a
baby! It's just not fair!”
There was a pause.
“Ok Tia, what do babies wear Mmm? She asked
I didn't answer.
“What do babies wear Tia?” She repeated, her
eyes boring into mine.
“Baby clothes.” I muttered.
“Yes, but specifically. What do all babies have
to wear?” She asked.
I knew what she wanted me to say but I couldn't
bring myself to say it. “Tia?” She continued. “I'm
“Nappies Auntie.” I replied forlornly.
“That's right Tia, and what's this?” she said,
patting her fingers against my nappy.
“A nappy.” I whispered, my head bowed in shame.
“What was that?” She said. “I couldn't hear
“A nappy.” I replied sorrowfully.
“That's right,” She continued. There was
another pause. “and where do babies get their milk?
I froze, the seconds felt like hours.
“A bottle.” I replied, sheepishly.
“And where else?” She asked, turning up the
humiliation one more notch.
I couldn't answer, I was dumbstruck with shame.
“Where else Tia?” She continued. I began to
shake inside, the humiliation mounting by the second.
“Mmm?” She said. Where do babies get their 'Mummies
“Mummies breast.” I whispered, my heart
pounding in my chest.
“What's that?” She said.
“Mummies Breast.” I said, again, a little
“That's right,” She said. “and do you have
Mummies Milk from Mummy's breast?” I was on the verge of
tears and nodded slowly. “what's that Baby?” She asked,
ringing out every drop of humiliation she could.
“Yes.” I whispered.
“That's right, “ she said softly. “so if babies
are breastfed and wear nappies, and you are breastfed
and wear nappies, then what are you Mmmm?”
Again I couldn't answer. “Tia?” She continued.
“A baby.” I replied faintly.
“Pardon?” She said.
“A baby.” I repeated.
“Good Girl,” She said sarcastically. “a baby,
that's right, so we have to treat you accordingly don't
She paused waiting for my response. I just
sniffed and let the tears flow from my eyes. Auntie
Caroline wiped them away and ran a finger down my cheek
as she continued. "Babies like you need looking after
don't they? She said. “Jessie or her friend aren't going
to change your nappy or feed you a bottle or help you if
you get hurt are they? I need to make sure you're safe
and protected at all times, I have to make sure that
you're clean and dry and fed and that you're
comfortable. Ok?” She repeated. “So let's not have
anymore tears. Why don't you cuddle up on the sofa and
watch some cartoons and I'll get you your Teddy?"
Auntie Caroline got up, kissed me on the cheek
and left the room while I dejectedly crawled onto the
sofa and curled up on it, my huge nappy rustling loudly
as I got comfortable. Auntie Caroline returned with my
favourite teddy and then heightened the humiliation even
more by popping a dummy into my mouth before switching
on the TV.
"Now you just relax and I'll go and fix you
something for lunch sweetie ok?" She said before
disappearing towards the kitchen.
I slumped back against the sofa exhausted with
it all. Having a dummy planted into your mouth by
someone else is so very degrading. I sucked on it and
squeezed my teddy as the last of my tears drained away.
Auntie Caroline was always able to win me over. She was
an expert at convincing me that treating me like a baby
was justified. Sighing with dejection I wriggled around
to get cosy, my nappy rustling loudly.
After lunch I went back to watching TV and
tried my best to forget about my predicament, but it
wasn't easy... images of Jessie having fun and laughing
with Jonah while I was here dressed as a baby occupied
my thoughts. It was as if my imagination had turned
against me. I felt like a prisoner, unjustifiably kept
away while others my age were out playing and having
fun. I felt listless and unsettled and changed the TV
channels relentlessly trying to find something to watch.
Then I decided to play on my games console, I climbed
off the sofa and crawled over to the TV, my nappy
crinkling and rustling as I crawled on all fours. I was
just about to call out to Auntie Caroline to ask for her
permission to play on it when she walked into the room.
She came over to me and reaching down took my hand in
hers and gently pulled me up to my feet. I felt a little
unsteady for a few seconds while I found my balance, my
huge nappy made it difficult to stand up straight so I
held on tight to Auntie Caroline's hand.
"It's time for your milk" She said as she
slowly led me over to the sofa.
It always felt to me that my baby
treatments were far more humiliating whenever I was led
by the hand. And I'm sure Auntie Caroline knew this
because she quite often did it. If I was playing in the
garden or in the living room and she needed to take me
to bed or to the nursery to change my nappy she always
took me by the hand. It was yet another way of
expressing power over me, "You're coming with me and you
have no choice." It was like she was preventing me from
escaping, and it always did seem that whenever Auntie
Caroline took my hand it was always to take me to
something that was worth escaping from. And this moment
was no exception... For as I was led over to the sofa my
heart was pounding in my chest at the thought of what
was coming. I knew instantly what was about to happen
because she didn't have a bottle in her hand.
Auntie Caroline stood me in front of the sofa facing her
and sat down. Then she began to unbutton her blouse. I
had to stand there and watch her as her blouse gradually
opened up revealing her huge cleavage. My mouth had gone
dry and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was
"Please Auntie," I said meekly. "Can't
I have a bottle instead?"
"No Tia. It's time for you to have
Mummies Milk now." She said as she reached the last
button. I stood there and watched as she opened out her
blouse to reveal her large firm breasts. I couldn't
believe what was happening, I looked at her breasts,
they were plump and round with huge brown nipples. I
shuddered with fear at the thought that I was about to
have one of them in my mouth and that I would be
drinking Auntie Caroline's milk.
"Up you come Sweetie." She said softly,
as she once more took my hands and gently pulled me up
towards her. I was shaking with nerves as I awkwardly
climbed up onto her lap. I didn't know where to look or
where to sit. Auntie Caroline saw that I was unsure of
what to do and very tenderly guided me into position.
"Lie here Sweetheart," She said in a
half whisper. " rest your head on this cushion." She
placed a cushion on her lap and instructed me to lay
down. With my huge nappy crinkling and rustling, and
with Auntie Caroline's help I manoeuvred myself into
"That's it Baby," She said, as she
adjusted her position to help me. "just relax, it's
going to be ok."
I rested my head down on the
cushion and looked at the breast that was just
millimetres from my face, a little dribble of milk was
leaking from it's stiff nipple.
"Please Auntie, I said, my voice
quivering slightly. "I... I don't think I want to..."
"Sshh Baby," She said, as she lovingly
ran a finger through my hair. "It's ok, don't be shy,
just take your time." I paused. I couldn't bring myself
to do it. I stared at the breast in front of me, it's
hard brown nipple erect and ready, with milk slowly
trickling from it.
"Do you want me to help you Sweetie?"
She said lovingly.
I couldn't respond, my mouth was dry and I
was shaking with nerves. Auntie Caroline sensing my
nervousness carefully placed her hand under my head and
gently lifted me to her breast. I closed my eyes and
parted my lips as her nipple slipped into my mouth, I
involuntary encircled my lips around it, letting out a
moan of displeasure as I began to suckle.
"That's it Baby," She said softly.
"just relax and take your time, I'll look after you."
I felt so awkward and embarrassed as I suckled I was
close to tears, I let out another moan of displeasure
and kept my eyes closed to block it all out.
couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, a
twelve year old boy, dressed in nappies and suckling at
my Auntie's bare breast. Ripples of utter shame and
embarrassment shuddered through my body as I tried to
comprehend what was happening.
I felt so awkward too
as I lay on my back across Auntie Caroline's lap, and I
didn't know where to put my hands. I ended up resting
them on my nappy between my legs. The nappy rustled as I
pressed my fingers into the deep padding between my
legs, the plastic rustling loudly. The plastic surface
of my nappy felt smooth and slippery as I ran my fingers
over it, and feeling my nappy between my legs really
brought it to home that I was wearing one and this made
me feel even more awkward and ashamed... I couldn't win.
I kicked and wriggled my legs restlessly and moaned yet
again in protest at my situation.
"Sshh," said Auntie Caroline. "It's
Auntie Caroline sensing my awkwardness began to
whisper encouragements to me as she continued to
breastfeed me. She told me how much she loved me and
that she was going to look after me forever. She was
being so tender and caring towards me that after a while
my mood slowly began to change. Then, when she sensed
that I was being a little more comfortable, she slipped
her hand from under my head and began to gently stroke
my hair. As she did this I involuntarily reached up and
placed my hand on her bare shoulder and pulled her
closer to me so as not to let her nipple slip from my
mouth. I buried my nose deep into her breast and let out
another moan but this time it wasn't one of displeasure
it was one of contentment. Then suddenly I felt her hand
rest upon my nappy, I placed my hand into her hand and
entwined my fingers into hers.
I never noticed it at
the time but this was quite a significant moment... My
act of touching her shoulder and holding her hand
sparked a connection between us. I had never touched
Auntie Caroline like that before. Sure she had hugged me
a fair few times and even given me a kiss, and I had
always responded but I had never initiated anything like
that towards her myself. And now here I was casually
resting my hand on her shoulder and holding her hand
while I suckled on her breast. I may not have realised
the significance of that moment but Auntie Caroline did,
she gave my hand a gentle squeeze and let out a
Holding hands like that with our
fingers entwined and with Auntie Caroline whispering
encouragements and stroking my hair really made me feel
loved and secure.
Wether it was a condition of my baby regime, or
the fact that I was breast feeding I don't know, but I
started to feel really 'Babyish'. I lifted my feet in
the air and brought my knees back just like a real baby,
and I found myself letting out soft little moans of
pleasure as I continued to suckle.
It was taking quite a while to feed from Auntie
Caroline's breast. As I sucked, her milk seemed to come
out in very thin threads which occasionally tickled my
tongue. The milk itself seemed quite thin and watery but
tasted nice and was quite sweet.
After a few more minutes Auntie Caroline gently
released me from her breast. I looked up at her and she
“Do you want to continue?” She whispered. I
nodded, too embarrassed to admit that I wanted more. “Ok
Baby,” She said lovingly. “you'll have to use the other
And with that she gently guided me towards her
other breast. This time, instead of laying on my back
with my head on a cushion, Auntie Caroline very gently
laid me onto my side and offered up her breast to me by
lifting it with her hand. I shuffled around on her lap
and found a comfortable position. Auntie Caroline leaned
back a bit on the sofa in readiness for me. I looked
into her eyes and smiled sweetly, I felt really cosy and
babyish. Auntie Caroline smiled back at me and then
gently placed her hand behind my head and pulled me
forwards towards her breast. I took one last look at her
stiff brown nipple before it slipped into my mouth.
Auntie Caroline's soft comforting tones and her
obvious affection for me while she nursed me filled me
with a huge feeling of cosiness and security. I felt
incredibly “Babyish” and Infantile, making my own little
moans of pleasure as I suckled. I wriggled around on her
lap, my huge cumbersome nappy crinkling loudly with
After a while I felt Auntie Caroline gently
pull away from me, her pert nipple slipped from my mouth
and I withdrew. Auntie Caroline passed me my teddy and
taking it I climbed off of her lap.
“You're such a good girl Tia,” She said softly,
as she got up and slipped her blouse over her shoulders.
I couldn't reply, I was feeling a mixture of emotions as
I watched Auntie Caroline buttoning up her blouse. I
still felt a remnant of the cosiness i'd just felt, but
now there was a tinge of feeling like i'd just done
something naughty and wrong. I didn't want to look her
in the eye at that moment for fear of blushing. I'd just
had my lips encircled around this woman's nipples and
the thought of it made me shudder, even though only a
few seconds before I was feeling like I belonged there.
This mixture of emotions was too much to handle at such
a young age, and once again I felt myself holding back
It seemed that today my efforts to behave and
to accept my “Baby Life” were being severely tested, for
just a few moments later, the feelings of frustration
and injustice that I had experienced earlier that
morning were about to resurface.
I had got settled playing on a hand held game
on the sofa when Auntie Caroline came in and interrupted
“Ok Tia, time for bed.” She commanded.
“Bed?!” I exclaimed. The shock hitting me like
a slap in the face.
“Yes that's right, it's bedtime for you.” She
said, taking the game from my hand and placing it on the
“B... But it's only... I mean...” I stammered,
looking around me to try and gage the time. “It can't
“Just for a few hours,” She replied, holding
out her hand for me to take. “Babies need lots of sleep,
so come on, up you come.”
I was so shocked I couldn't move. It wasn't the
first time i'd gone to bed early, normally it was
because i'd been naughty but this was different, I was
totally wide awake and feeling fresh, and it could only
be an hour after lunchtime, and I was still hoping that
I would be seeing Jessy this afternoon. But now I was
being taken to bed? This was insane.
But please Auntie, i'm not even tired!” I
“It doesn't matter wether you feel tired or not
Tia, I'm putting you to bed.” Replied Auntie Caroline as
she took hold of my hand and pulled me up.
“No, Please Auntie!” I cried, “I don't want to
go to bed! Pleeeease!!”
But as usual my cries fell on deaf ears.
“Noooo!” I continued, pulling with all my might against
Auntie Caroline's grip. “I don't want to go!”
By the time I was at the foot of the stairs I
was in floods of tears. Auntie Caroline ushered me up
the stair case, her hand pressed against my nappied
bottom and guided me towards the nursery.
Once inside I was taken over to my cot and
instructed to stand there while Auntie Caroline drew the
curtains closed, shutting out the mid afternoon sun. I
watched miserably as she opened the wardrobe and took
out a thin cotton nightie. I shuddered at it's sheer
femininity, It was so flimsy and thin you could see
through it. It had lace around the hem and had yellow
daisies embroidered on it.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I continued to cry
and whimper, I felt so oppressed and helpless as Auntie
Caroline dressed me in my nightie. The thin white cotton
floated down my body like a whisper of mist, coming to
rest just above my knees, just allowing an inch of nappy
between my legs to be seen, which really didn't make
much of a difference because the cotton was so thin you
could easily see my nappy underneath anyway. Auntie
Caroline adjusted my nightie and then popped my dummy
into my mouth. I moaned with displeasure at this
intrusion. I hated having a dummy pushed into my mouth,
it felt so rude and oppressive, it was like someone
telling you to shut up. Even though I actually enjoyed
my dummies, it still annoyed me that I was given them
Auntie Caroline then turned me round to face
the mirror on the wardrobe door while she fetched the
brush from the dressing table. I stood there staring at
my reflection in disbelief. Since my new life had
started I hadn't really taken much notice of how I
looked, probably because I had tried my hardest to block
it out, after all, I had only really been living as Tia
for a month or so, and despite my gradual acceptance, it
was still early days and there was quite a lot of Todd
still left inside me. So this was the first time I had
studied how I looked in any detail.
My reflection in the mirror was quite shocking.
It really was like looking at a different person, so
much so that I felt myself actually blushing as I stared
at the figure before me.
To anyone else in the room there was just me
standing in front of a mirror, but to me, the vision
that I had of myself... the person who I thought I was
was in total contrast to the person in the mirror. In my
head I was still a boy who was dressed as a girl and put
into nappies, but the reflection I saw was of an actual
girl. My face seemed more feminine, and my whole body
language had a graceful feminine heir. The shape of my
face seemed different to how I remembered it when I was
a lonely insecure little boy. Could it have actually,
physically changed? My chin seemed smaller and more
pointy, my eyes seemed larger and my skin was smooth and
soft without any trace of hair. My arms were slender and
floaty and I noticed that my stance was quite feminine
Auntie Caroline stood behind me and untied the
bow from my hair, releasing my ponytail, my shiny blonde
hair flopping down to my shoulders.
“You're so pretty Tia,” She cooed, as she drew
the brush through my hair. “Maybe one day when your'e a
little older I will get you some make-up.”
I starred back at myself as Auntie Caroline
continued brushing, a huge contented smile on her face.
My face wasn't smiling, it was glum and sorrowful
despite being pretty. My eyes were red from crying and
my cheeks were slightly flushed. My huge dummy covered
my mouth completely and really made me look babyish,
it's was pink with little glittery bits inside it, with
a lighter pink ring attached to the front. I blushed
with shame as I starred back at it. Apart from a nappy,
a dummy is so very Babyish, there's no escaping it,
anyone looks like a baby with a dummy in their mouth.
And it's not only what it looks like, its the reason for
it too... To keep a baby quiet, and to suppress any
anger or attitude. It stands for control, you are being
controlled by having this thing in your mouth.
My gaze moved slowly down my body, from my
face, past my slender neck to my chest, my tiny nipples
just visible under my nightie. My tummy was flat and
trim, then squirmed a little as my eyes met the top of
my nappy. The waist band came up just under my belly
button. I saw the tapes holding it together, I could
feel the snugness of it wrapped around me. It was huge
and bulky, especially between my legs, with an inch or
two peering beneath the hem of my nightie.
It felt so humiliating and degrading to be
prepared for bed at this time of day. It reminded me
that my life was not my own. I was a possession, an item
to be owned, a doll to be dressed and undressed at the
whim of a woman who was completely obsessed with me, but
me as someone else, not me as Todd, a shy awkward 12
year old boy, but a me that had been manufactured from
her longings and desires. Auntie Caroline wanted a baby
girl to dominate and I was the one she chose. I was the
doll she set out to get, and after getting me home she
changed me into a totally different person, moulded me
into the shape she wanted... a baby girl, just for her
to play with, Her doll, her baby, and this is what I
would always be.
I stood there in front of the mirror, feeling
totally retched and ashamed. Dressed as a girl in
nappies and a flimsy nightie, sucking a babies dummy and
having my hair brushed before being put to bed at 2 in
the afternoon. My body swaying in rhythm to the brush as
it was drawn through my hair, my nightie swishing
against my bulky nappy which rustled loudly with every
little move I made.
When Auntie Caroline had finished brushing my
hair, she carefully placed the brush back on the
dressing table and opened the bars of my cot.
“Into bed then Baby.” She said, giving my
bottom a pat, making my nappy rustle again.
I removed the dummy from my mouth. “Do I have
to go to bed Auntie?” I asked softly.
“Yes Sweetie.” She replied.
I looked at her forlornly.
“But I’m not tired at all.” I said.
“C’mon Tia,” She said, “into bed, there’s a
“But Please Auntie!” I cried. “I don’t want to
go to bed now. Why do I have to?”
“Tia!” She said, a little more commandingly.
“I’m not going to argue with you, now come on please!”
“But it’s not fair!” I sobbed, the sheer weight
of frustration giving my voice a distinct quiver. “I
don’t want to go to bed. Please let me stay up Auntie!”
“C’mon Sweetie,” Replied Auntie Caroline as she
gently pushed me towards my cot. “you’re tired and it’s
bed time. Now in you get!”
“But I’m not tired!” I shouted.
“You ARE tired,” she said, “and you’re going to
bed! Now put your dummy in, theres a good girl.”
It was futile to resist, and I could hear in
her voice that I was getting close to a spanking if I
carried on, and so with a huge sigh and a heavy heart I
finally gave in.
I felt incredibly self conscious as Auntie
Caroline helped me climb into bed, I tried to cover my
nappy with my nightie in a vain attempt to maintain some
dignity, but it was impossible, and I felt a pang of
humiliation and shame at the thought of what Auntie
Caroline was able to see. Which was strange, considering
that she got to see my nappies in great detail every
Auntie Caroline pulled the covers up and
proceeded to tuck me in, I flopped my head down on the
pillow in defeat as she went over to the changing table
and returned with my Teddy. She placed the teddy under
the covers with me then reached down and kissed me on
the forehead before sliding the bars across my bed and
locking them in place, enclosing me in.
“There we go Baby!” She said softly as she
stood looking down at me with a contented smile. “All
tucked up and safe. Now go to sleep and I’ll come and
check on you in a while ok?”
I sucked on my dummy and looked up at her, my
tears running in little rivers down my face.
“ it’s a bit warm in here, shall I open the
window?” She asked.
I nodded and watched her walk over to the
window and open it, letting the sounds of the afternoon
filter in. Then she gave me one more smile as she left
the room and gently closed the door behind her.
I lay there silently, listening to Auntie
Caroline’s footfalls as she descended the stairs. With
each step she made I felt more abandoned and alone,
forced to be somewhere I didn’t want to be, wearing
clothes I didn’t want to wear, it was an absurd
situation, and laying there in my cot in the ever
enveloping silence, I couldn’t help but ponder on how
this had all happened... How on earth had I ended up
It really didn’t seem that long ago when I was
a quiet and awkward teenage boy, his only interests
being his comics and games. A boy who shied away from
making friends, a boy starved of love by busy parents.
The silence of my surroundings gave me time to
think, memories of those years flashed by me like
traffic past a shop window and I began to compare. Can I
really remember a time when I was completely happy? I
searched through my memories, scanning them like images
on a computer screen. It was hard to remember any. And
was my new life really that bad? I had changed beyond
recognition and my entire existence belonged to someone
else, but was it so bad? I was loved and pampered more
than any child that had ever lived surely? I had
everything done for me with no chores or
responsibilities. I sighed and sucked on my dummy, too
tired of it all to think anymore.
I fidgeted a little in my bed as I tried to
settle down, my nappy rustling loudly from under the
covers. I concentrated on the sound and wriggled my legs
to hear my nappy again. The crinkling, rustling sounds
were always with me now. It’s cruel that a nappy can
keep you aware of its presence even when you can’t see
A nappy is ‘All-encompassing’, it’s size and
shape are impossible to ignore, it interferes with every
move you make, you feel every inch of it, from the thin
ribbon-like waistband around your tummy, to the thick
mass of padding between your legs, there’s no escaping
it, it’s like a prison for your nether regions, a
plastic prison, white and shiny and smooth. Any item of
clothing worn over the top of your nappy slips and
slides over its plastic surface, shorts and trousers
slip down over it to betray what lies beneath, dresses
‘Swish’ against the plastic. Even your legs, the
bulkiness between them rubs against your legs the whole
time, so if you’re walking there is a perpetual ‘Swish,
swish, swish', and that, coupled with a constant
rustling makes a nappy impossible to disguise. Even
clothes can’t cover your secret, with the nappies I was
having to endure, any kind of clothing would be
stretched and contorted with the amount of nappy
underneath. And of course there’s the act of walking
itself... trying to walk properly in a nappy is
virtually impossible with the amount of padding on your
bottom, it swings from side to side in a very pronounced
I sighed again and looked around me, not an
inch of tiredness inside me. The Nursery was awash with
a warm pinky glow as the afternoon sun shone through the
curtains, which were gently swaying in the breeze coming
through the open window. Above me hung a babies mobile,
shapes of moons and stars hanging on little wires. Over
by the changing table was a shelf unit packed with baby
things... Folded terry nappies, a stack of plastic
pants, bottles and lotions and clothes of all
descriptions, all placed there to mock me in my wooden
prison. I felt so alone and abandoned.
Then, all of a sudden the door bell rang. I
held my breath and listened. I heard footsteps lead to
it and the door open. Then a young girls voice asked if
I were home. It was Jessie! Immediately I sat up,
straining my ears to hear. Jessie was asking if I could
come outside, I pleaded with all my might that Auntie
Caroline would shout up to me, asking if I would like to
go out... But no. Auntie Caroline was telling her that I
was in bed and my heart sank. But again I hoped, praying
that Auntie Caroline would invite her in, my heart was
racing, my ears straining to hear. Then the door closed
and I heard Jessie skipping away down the garden path
and I flopped back down onto my pillow and cried.
After a few minutes my tears subsided and I sat
back up, something had caught my attention. It was the
far off sound of voices coming from the open window. It
sounded like Jessie, again I strained my ears to the
sounds, desperate to hear if it was her. I threw thew
covers off of me and turned to face the window, the
curtains were still gently swaying in the breeze and
there were definitely voices coming from outside. I had
to see for myself. I looked down at the bars of my cot,
it would be easy to unbolt them and climb out but should
I? My heart began to pound in my chest, I would be
severely punished if I was caught out of bed, but I just
had to see who Jessie was talking to. I nervously and
very carefully slid the bolt open, my heart racing. Then
being as quiet as I could I pushed the bars aside,
climbed out of bed and crawled on all fours to the
window, my nappy rustling loudly in the silence. I
crouched down in front of the window, luckily the glass
came right down to the level of the floor so I was able
to remain crouching. I very carefully peered through the
curtains. There, sitting on the pavement outside was
Jessie and another boy. That must be Jonah I thought.
Immediately, floods of jealousy rushed through me, and I
starred intently, trying to get a better look. I
couldn't hear what they were saying but I could hear
them both laugh, and their voices seemed happy and
jovial. More jealousy pumped through me, how could
Jessie have fun without me? Without me... I looked down
at the bulging mass of nappy between my legs, how cruel
it was that I was stuck up here dressed as a baby while
my friend who was the same age as me sat happily outside
chatting in the sunshine, free to do what ever she
wanted, while I was kept up here, a virtual prisoner,
forced to go to bed and live and behave like a baby. The
sheer injustice of it all took hold of me and I felt
myself beginning to cry again.
I just couldn't comprehend how unjust and
unfair this situation was. I wanted to scream and throw
off my clothes and run away, but how could I? I was
trapped, caught in a spider's web with no escape. Forced
to endure a life of nappies, bottles and dummies.
I turned to reach for my Teddy, needing it's
comfort and security.
But, as I did so, and to my absolute horror, I
heard footsteps approaching the nursery. I froze,
staring at the door, my heart pounding like a
jackhammer. Then the door opened and Auntie Caroline
entered. Her eyes turned from surprised to anger as she
saw me sitting on the floor by the window.
“What are you doing out of bed young lady?” She
I took the dummy from my mouth but no words
came. “Well?” She said.
But still no words came, I hadn't had time to
think of an excuse.
“Well, you’ve just earned yourself a spanking
young lady!” Said Auntie Caroline.
I looked up at her with pleading eyes.
“No Auntie. Please!” I cried. “I’ll be good,
It’s too late for apologies Tia,” She snapped.
“You need to be punished, but I don’t have time now,
I’ve got things to do. I’ll spank you when I change your
nappy. Now back into bed this instant!”
I reluctantly climbed back into my cot and
snuggled down while Auntie Caroline closed the bars. But
this time when she left the room she didn’t look back
and smile like she usually did and this affected me more
than I thought it would. I was quite shocked and
disappointed, and it made me realise that I’d really let
her down and that she was angry with me. This
realisation really made me feel bad. Even though I was
being treated like a virtual prisoner, I suddenly felt
really guilty and upset that I’d made Auntie Caroline
angry with me. I sighed a huge sigh and flopped my head
down on my pillow, popped my dummy back in my mouth and
cuddled up to my teddy.
I lay there in my cot feeling glum and
miserable. I felt alone up here all on my own, I felt
ashamed that I was in bed dressed in nappies, I felt
miserable that I was missing out on some quality time
with Jessie, I felt guilty that i'd made Auntie Caroline
angry and to top it all I had a spanking to look forward
to... All In all, a pretty miserable situation.
I shuddered at the memory of those words...
“Ill spank you when I change your nappy.” I pictured in
my mind me laying across Auntie Caroline's lap, with her
hand reigning down slaps onto my bare bottom and me
kicking and struggling. I tried to get the images out of
my head but it was impossible. It was as if my
imagination was betraying me, mocking me.
Then, to make matters even worse, I suddenly
felt the need to pee. Wether it was a genuine need, or
wether it was all in my mind I don't recall, but it was
cruel of fate that it had to happen right now. I felt a
strong determination not to wee, maybe if I held on long
enough Auntie Caroline would forget. Maybe, I thought to
myself, if I made a huge effort to apologise and turn on
the charm and held off my nappy change for as long as
possible, I would get away without a spanking. My mind
was set... this was the plan.
Once again my world descended into silence,
broken only by the gentle fluttering of the curtains in
Then, a short while later I heard the
front door open, I pricked up my ears, hoping that it
was Jessie coming to rescue me but it was Sandy.
lay there in my cot, trying to sleep to while away the
time but I just couldn’t. Plus I was spending a lot of
time concentrating on trying to keep from wetting my
nappy, I fidgeted and squirmed and wriggled my legs but
it was getting harder and harder. I needed something to
focus on to take my mind off it, but what could I do? I
was trapped, I felt like Rapunzel trapped in her tower
by her evil step mother.
I sighed at the futility of
my situation and flopped back down on my pillow.
Then, a short while later, my ‘Bedtime ordeal’
finally came to an end when Sandy came in to the
“Time to get up Sweetie.” She said in
her soft feminine voice.
She opened the bars of my
cot and waited for me to climb out of bed. Head bowed by
my embarrassment I climbed out trying not to make my
nappy rustle as I did so and stood by my cot. Sandy
reached forward and taking the hem of my nightie, pulled
it up and over my head leaving me standing there in just
my nappy. Then she took my nightie and hung it back up
in the wardrobe.
I felt an extra sense of
embarrassment being undressed by Sandy, it was bad
enough being dressed and undressed by Auntie Caroline,
but with Sandy it was different, she was ‘The Second
Woman’ a friend of Auntie Caroline’s, and therefore
wasn't as closely connected to me. Auntie Caroline was
like a replacement Mother, a nurse, a carer, privy to
all my secret and intimate places because she was the
person who cared for my every need, but Sandy, although
she was capable of looking after me, felt more like a
helper, a babysitter or a casual acquaintance, and
therefore, it made me embarrassed whenever she did any
of the chores that Auntie Caroline would do. Plus the
fact that Sandy was younger and extremely pretty also
made it more embarrassing.
One thing that Sandy
did have in common with Auntie Caroline was her
obsession with my Nappies. Whenever she changed me she
would always spend time fiddling and adjusting them just
like Auntie Caroline did, and today was no exception.
After hanging up my nightie, Sandy came over to me and
knelt down in front of me to adjust my nappy. She pulled
it and straightened it, making the plastic rustle
I looked down at her whispie blonde hair as
she concentrated on her adjustments. She looked
different today and I couldn’t quite put my finger on
it, maybe her hair was blonder or was it her make-up?
Whatever it was she looked really pretty.
had finished fiddling with my nappy she took my hand and
led me towards the door.
“Do you want your
Teddy?” She asked.
With my dummy still in my mouth I
nodded, Sandy duly picked up my teddy and handed it to
me before leading me out of my room and towards the
stairs. Sandy’s grip on my hand tightened a little as we
descended the stairs together, as if she was aware that
my bulky nappy would make it a little awkward. I was
allowed to play in the play room for a while, so I went
over to the pile of comics, settled myself down and
began to read.
After a while those feelings of
wanting to wee came back to haunt me and I began to
fidget and wriggled my legs. It felt like a very strong
urge this time... normally I could suppress it for quite
a while but this time I wasn’t sure if I could, and I
didn’t like the thought of a spanking so I tried really
Halfway through a ‘Dennis the Menace’
comic, I was really struggling, my nappy was rustling
and crinkling loudly as I wriggled and squirmed. A
couple of times I heard someone approach the playroom
and each time I did I would stop wriggling but then the
surge in my bladder would pulse through me and I would
panic. I buried my fingers deep into my nappy, desperate
to squeeze my penis but my nappy was too thick to get
any sort of grip.
Then after a few more agonising
minutes it became too difficult.
muttered to myself as another surge pulsed through me, I
breathed in through my teeth and banged my legs together
vigorously but this time I wasn’t going to stop it, and
a few seconds later the flood gates opened and a stream
of warm wee gushed out of me.
repeated to myself as my body betrayed me. I looked down
at my nappy as it slowly began to stretch and swell, the
warmth spreading around my nether regions enveloping me.
The seconds passed by and still it gushed out, it had
been a while since my last wee so there was a lot inside
me. I stood up, letting my bladder empty completely
until it finally trickled to a stop. I reached down and
touched my nappy between my legs, it was really warm and
solid, and hung down much lower now. I slumped on the
floor in defeat, my whole nappy area was warm and snug,
wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
actually a nice feeling strangely. My Nappies were
excellent at soaking up wee and keeping the wetness away
from my skin, so it only gets warmer and tighter which
now that I remember it gave me a strange ‘Tingling’
sensation deep within my loins, my body indicating to me
that although I was living my life as a toddler, my
actual age was nearing 13, and with that came other
feelings and urges that I could not suppress.
wasn’t long before Sandy came into the playroom to check
on me, and once again I shuddered with embarrassment as
she rudely slipped her fingers under my nappy.
“My goodness Tia,” she exclaimed. “you are wet aren’t
I felt my face flush bright red with shame.
Sandy then went over to the playroom door and called out
to Auntie Caroline. “ Do you want me to change her if
“Yes please.” Came the reply.
Sandy turned round to face me and smiled.
you into a nice clean nappy then shall we?”
sat there on the playroom floor feeling shy and nervous
at the prospect of having Sandy change my nappy. Why did
it make such a difference that Sandy was so pretty?
Auntie Caroline certainly wasn’t ugly but as I waited
for Sandy to come back I became more and more nervous at
the prospect of her seeing me naked. Images of her
delicate fingers gently untaping my nappy filled my
mind, her beautiful blonde hair gently falling over her
eyes as she looks down at me, the way she hooks her hair
behind her ear when she’s about to change me, all these
images flashed before me and then something else
happened... I became aroused. This horrified me! I was
about to be undressed by a beautiful woman and I had an
erection! I didn’t know what to do, this was the first
time this had happened, and it seemed the more I tried
to forget it the harder and stiffer I became.
heart began to beat heavily as I heard Sandy approach
the playroom. I was so nervous I almost jumped out of my
skin when she appeared. She casually walked over to me,
a fresh folded nappy in one hand and a pack of baby
wipes and baby powder in the other. Then she knelt down
in front of me and smiled. I looked at her eyes, they
were bright blue and had silver grey eye shadow above
them. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she blinked and
her lips were coated in a thick layer of shiny pink
lipgloss. My heart was pounding, what was I to do? I
wriggled around awkwardly as Sandy placed the items on
the floor and rolled up the sleeves of her pink
cardigan, her shiny pink nails matching the colour of
“Lay down for me Baby,” She said
softly. Her voice like a cloud of feathers.
into her eyes and nodded, struck by her beauty and her
softness. My heart beating hard in my chest, I laid down
as instructed and spread my legs in readiness, giving
myself to her completely. I raised my head to watch her,
and she looked right into my eyes and smiled, “now let’s
get this nasty wet nappy off shall we?” Then she hooked
her hair behind her ear and and reaching down, took hold
of the tapes of my nappy, I sucked on my dummy and
squirmed with anticipation as her delicate fingers
gingerly pulled at the tapes as if she was opening a
neatly wrapped present.
I moaned softly and gave a
little wriggle, embarrassed at the thought of what she
might say about my erection.
“It’s ok Baby, just
relax.” She said softly, pulling the tapes open.
held my breath and looked up at the ceiling as Sandy
slowly peeled the nappy away, revealing my nakedness.
“Oh my!” Exclaimed Sandy, I squeezed my eyes
tight shut, my heart close to bursting in my chest. “You
really were wet weren’t you?”
I breathed a sigh of
relief, it wasn’t what I expected to hear but I was
still mortified at my predicament. I turned my head to
the side and squirmed even more as I imagined Sandy
looking at my nudity. Sandy gently pulled my nappy from
under me and I involuntarily tried to roll over onto my
tummy to hide myself. “ Keep still Tia,” She said,
stopping me with her hand. “ I haven’t finished with you
yet. We have to clean you up first don’t we?” She gently
but firmly pulled me back into position before opening
the baby wipes.
Then, to my absolute horror,
Auntie Caroline walked into the room with a mug of
coffee! She took a seat in the armchair and watched as
Sandy pulled a baby wipe from the pack and set to work
She very gently parted and raised my feet to
gain access to my bottom. Remembering my idea to avoid a
spanking, I instinctively raised them higher and brought
my knees right back exposing myself to her utterly.
Lying naked and helpless on the floor in this position
is so very degrading and incredibly submissive, you’re
basically opening yourself right up to allow someone to
gain access to you’re most intimate parts, it’s the
ultimate act of submission.
I moaned softly with
displeasure and rested my head on the floor again as
Sandy very delicately drew the baby wipe down between my
bottom, I winced with embarrassment as she parted my
bottom cheeks wider with her fingers to gain access to
“Ooh you’re still a little sore here
Baby,” She said softly. “I’ll put some cream on that for
Then she asked Auntie Caroline to fetch
some which meant I was having to endure lying in this
position even longer.
Sandy continued her wiping
while she waited and set to work on my bottom, slowly
and carefully dabbing and wiping all around, her touch
very gentle and caring.
When Auntie Caroline
returned with the cream, she knelt down next to Sandy to
take a look for herself. I sucked on my dummy and moaned
with embarrassment as the two women examined my inner
bottom together, their fingers probing and touching.
“It’s ok Baby,” Whispered Sandy, “Just relax, we just
want to examine you.”
I twitched a little as cream
was administered to my opening, my mind fighting off
images of what these two women were seeing. I felt
incredibly humiliated and helpless as the two women
examined me more closely, their soft whispers barely
audible, their delicate fingers probing deeper, I gasped
and wriggled as a protruding finger gently pushed into
my opening. Instinctively I tightened up, denying the
“It’s ok Baby,” Repeated Sandy.
“Just relax your bottom for me.” I tried to relax but
this was a new sensation for me and the intrusion and
shame I felt was unbearable.
I fidgeted and squirmed
as once more a finger pushed into my bottom, I moaned
softly and arched my back as it entered a little deeper,
“Just relax Tia.” Whispered Auntie Caroline.
But It was extremely difficult to relax, here I was, a
teenager, sucking a dummy and lying on the floor while
two women were probing and exploring my bottom with
their fingers. And it certainly didn’t help with the
fact that my penis was fully erect and visible for all
After a few more agonising seconds of this
ordeal, Auntie Caroline got up and sat back down on the
armchair as Sandy lowered my feet and pulled another
baby wipe from the pack.
I held my breath, I
knew that there was only one more place for Sandy to
attend to, the seconds felt like hours as I waited for
her touch. Then, as gently as she could, she took hold
of my erect penis with one hand and began to administer
a baby wipe all over and around it with the other.
The embarrassment I felt was incomprehensible as Sandy
continued to work on me, her gentle touch was slow and
meticulous, every inch of my penis and nappy area was
attended to with soft, slow delicate wipes.
moaned and wriggled again, drowning in the embarrassment
of my situation, I felt utterly helpless and ashamed,
being seen naked by a beautiful woman was bad enough,
but having your erect penis looked at and cleaned while
sucking a dummy is beyond comprehension.
worry Baby,” She said softly. “It’s nothing that I
haven’t seen before.” I nearly fainted with humiliation
at her words. Even though this was designed to put me at
ease it didn’t ... it had the opposite effect of making
it a talking point, and I nearly began to cry with
shame. I wanted to roll over and disappear under the
carpet and never return.
But little did I know
that my ordeal was about to become much much worse.
It happened just as Sandy had finished with the baby
wipes. She picked up the baby powder and twisted the lid
open, then she paused... her face deep in thought.
“ Does Tia still need to be spanked?” Asked Sandy
inquisitively, turning her head towards Auntie Caroline.
My heart leapt up into my mouth.
replied. “I’ve been so busy I’d forgotten all about it.”
“I’ll do it if you like?” Said Sandy, smiling.
Ripples of shock ran through me.
“Ok then,” Said
Auntie Caroline, getting up. “I’ll get you a chair.”
“No need Caroline,” Said Sandy. “There’s one in the
living room, I’ll spank her in there.” And with that
Sandy stood up, then reached down and took my hand. “Up
you get naughty Baby.” She said sarcastically as she
pulled me to my feet.
I was so shocked and
humiliated I could barely stand. It was all happening so
quickly, Sandy clasped her hand around mine as she led
me naked to the next room, my still erect penis bobbing
and swaying as we walked. Being led naked through the
house by a pretty woman who is about to spank you is
about as humiliating as it can possibly get! I felt so
embarrassed and ashamed I was light headed and dizzy.
Auntie Caroline placed a dining chair into the middle of
the room for Sandy to use and then sat down on the sofa
to watch. I felt like I was being led to the gallows as
Sandy brought me to it.
Sandy kept hold of my hand
as she sat down on the chair, my heart about to explode
in my chest, my naked body quivering with nerves and
embarrassment. I looked down at her lap, her short skirt
was quite tight revealing her smooth legs. Sandy gently
pulled me nearer, my penis still standing erect, inches
from her gaze, my legs quivering like jelly on a plate.
“Come here then Baby.” She said as she gently
but firmly pulled me forward. My knees stopped at her
legs and for a split second I thought I would fall but
Sandy very skilfully held onto me and positioned me
across her waiting lap.
The humiliation was now
totally unbearable as I lay there across Sandy’s lap, my
head inches from the floor and my hands holding tight to
the chair legs. I could feel my erection squashing
against her legs which gave me yet another flush of
embarrassment knowing that she could feel it too.
The seconds ticked away as Sandy waited for me to
settle. Then suddenly I felt her arm across my back, her
fingers wrapped around my waist, holding me down in
readiness. I tensed up and squeezed my eyes tight shut
waiting for the first strike. And then it came.
I winced, but it didn’t hurt, and
before I had time to acknowledge it there was another,
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
again, each smack becoming harder than the next. I began
to worry... how hard will it get? When will it end? How
painful is it going to be? Questions raced through my
mind like lightening.
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
I felt like an animal caught in a trap, unable to
move. I wriggled a little as the pain started to become
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
Sandy’s grip on me tightened very slightly.
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
Now the stinging
started to grow, my breathing became heavy, I gripped
the chair legs a little tighter, I bit my lip to stop
from crying, my feelings of being trapped and helpless
increased with each smack and I began to panic. I
wriggled and squirmed to break free, to escape, Sandy
sensed this and tightened her grip yet again and carried
on smacking my reddening bottom.
Sandy was now alternating
between each cheek, and not keeping to any rhythm to
stop me from anticipating each slap. The feelings of
panic faded as fear and helplessness took over again.
And still the spanking continued.
Being physically held down
in such an exposed and vulnerable position while being
spanked is beyond humiliating, and that, coupled with
being naked is simply unbearable and with so many
explosive emotions pouring through me it was inevitable
that I started to cry.
It started off as a whimper,
then as the pain began to grow so did the situation in
my mind and it wasn’t long before I was crying properly.
Tears ran from my eyes and I began to cry out.
“Please! Please stop! I’ll be good, honest!”
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
“No... Please! Ouch!
Please... I... I... Ouch! I promise!” I begged.
Then a voice finally answered... “Are you going to be a
good girl from now on Tia?” It was Auntie Caroline! I
had forgotten she was watching and it took a few seconds
to work this out which made it sound as though I was
refusing to answer. Still Sandy continued.
‘SMACK’, ’SMACK’, ‘SMACK’.
“Yes, Yes, Yes.” I
sobbed. My eyes running with tears. “I’ll be good I
“Ten more then you can stop!” Said
Aunty Caroline. I held my breath, tensed up and waited
for the last smack.
Finally the spanking stopped.
Sandy loosened her grip on me, her breathing fast and
heavy. I sniffed and wiped my eyes as I waited to be
But I would have to wait a little
longer, I couldn’t see from where I was but I think
Auntie Caroline gave Sandy some kind of cream because
the next thing I knew I felt delicate fingers smoothing
cold cream onto my bottom.
My time across Sandy’s
lap being spanked had diminished my erection, but now
that Sandy was slowly and delicately rubbing cream onto
my bottom, it roused itself again and began to grow, as
did my embarrassment. I whimpered with displeasure as I
was kept from getting up, even though Sandy’s gentle
caresses were very soothing, I was finding it really
uncomfortable, my head had been virtually upside down
ever since I was placed across her lap. Sandy was taking
her time, she obviously enjoyed the control she had over
me as she kept me held across her lap, gently rubbing in
the cream. But then, eventually she pulled me up to
standing again. Yet again waves of embarrassment flooded
through me as I stood there with my erection in full
view. I tried to cover it with my hands but at that
moment Sandy took my hand and led me from the room. She
led me to the playroom, and as we entered I looked down
and saw my next nappy on the floor waiting for me and
another ripple of shame pulsed through me.
down here for me Sweetie,” She said, pointing to the
floor. “ and I’ll put a nice clean nappy on you.”
Wiping away the last few tears I once again did as I
was told and positioned myself on the floor and laid
back. Tired of all of this attention and different
emotions, I rested my head back down upon the carpet and
stared at the ceiling as Sandy knelt down in front of me
and prepared me for my nappy.
I felt drained and
exhausted after my spanking and surprisingly
submissive... Although I’d just promised to do as I was
told to stop the pain, the spanking had also made me
feel subservient. Sandy had administered my punishment
and had taken control of me, and in a strange sort of
way I had not only accepted it but liked it! I suddenly
felt that I wanted her to control me, just like Auntie
Caroline did, even though the spanking had caused me
pain, I began to realise why I had to be punished... to
be looked after. Punishing me was another form of care.
And now here she was, changing my nappy for me, and as I
looked up at her I felt a warmth and a gratitude towards
her, I needed her, just like I needed Auntie Caroline
and this made me feel incredibly babyish. I looked to my
right and saw my teddy lying on the floor, I reached
over and grabbed it, held it to my chest and cuddled it,
burying my face into it’s soft fluffy body.
Seconds later I felt the soft fall of baby powder all
over my nappy area and my still erect penis, it's
distinctive perfume filling the air.
Then I heard
the familiar rustling as Sandy unfolded my new nappy, I
lifted my feet, brought my knees right back and spread
my legs as wide as they would go for her.
Girl Tia.” She said as she slid the nappy under my
bottom. I felt a warm glow of satisfaction that I had
pleased her. Then using both hands, she brought my nappy
up between my legs and over my penis which was still
hard and pointing skyward. I felt Sandy give the nappy
an extra pull as she stretched it upwards to cover it
and I buried my face deeper into my teddy.
though my nappy was incredibly thick, there was still a
pronounced ridge in the front of my nappy where my
erection lay underneath and I felt a twinge of
excitement as Sandy’s fingers unwittingly pressed down
on it as she stuck the tapes down.
Now that I
had been dressed in my new nappy I felt even more
babyish, so much so that I slipped my thumb into my
mouth and began to suck on it, then I squirmed and
wriggled and let out a soft little squeak of pleasure as
Sandy began her adjustments. One of the tapes had not
stuck properly and suddenly popped undone. Sandy took
hold of it, pulled the tab tightly across my nappy and
pressed it down to re-stick it, pressing her thumb down
onto my penis in the process. I felt another twinge of
pleasure and wriggled.
“Does Baby like that?”
She chuckled. I felt my face glow bright red and pressed
the teddy into my face once more.
Then she pulled my
nappy up by its waistband, making sure that my penis was
covered before ‘Pinging’ the leg elastic in a sign to
say she was finished.
“There you go Baby, all
done.” She said lovingly.
I sat up and without
thinking reached forward for a cuddle. Sandy wrapped her
arms around me and squeezed. I sighed contentedly as she
slowly rocked me, patting her fingers against my bottom
making my nappy rustle loudly. “You’re so cute Tia.” She
After our cuddle, Sandy suggested I stay
in the playroom to continue reading my comics, then she
left the room and headed towards the kitchen, I heard
her chatting to Auntie Caroline but couldn’t hear what
I felt quite happy and relaxed now that it
was all over, and I still felt a nice ‘Tingling’ down
below. My penis was still erect inside it’s plastic
prison. I looked down at my nappy, there was still a
distinct ridge showing, and the top of my penis was just
about visible an inch below the waistband with flecks of
white Baby powder scattered on it.
A short while
later, Auntie Caroline came into the playroom to see me.
She looked down at me and smiled.
“Stand up for
me a moment please Tia,” She asked. “I just want to
check your nappy.” I looked at her quizzically and stood
Auntie Caroline knelt down in front of me and
studied my nappy intently. The plastic surface ‘Swished’
as Auntie Caroline then ran her fingers over the front
of it as if searching for my penis. Then she pressed her
palm flat against the hard ridge and another tingle of
excitement pulsed through me. It was obvious that she
was checking to see if I still had an erection. I
wriggled with embarrassment, trying not to let her feel
my secret. Auntie Caroline then gave the waistband a
little tug and I gasped as she then pulled it away from
my tummy, taking the opportunity to take a sneaky peak
inside, my face glowing red hot as my secret was
Then she stood up, patted my bottom and
left the room, coming back a few seconds later with my
“Don’t suck your thumb Tia,” She said.
Offering me my dummy. “You might get germs.” I took the
dummy and popped it into my mouth before turning back to
my comics, but I couldn’t concentrate. I looked down at
the ridge in my nappy and pressed my fingers into it, my
nappy rustling loudly, I had discovered something else
to play with.
To be continued.
This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you
have any comments I would be happy to hear from you.
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Other stories written by me are...
'The After School Punishment. :vD
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