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TRICKED INTO NAPPIES
gorgeous warm summer morning I was relaxing in my tent
with a magazine I’d taken from the coffee table.
Since my forced transition (which I now accepted,) I’d
lost interest in comics, now that I felt like I was
really a girl I’d become more interested in girls
magazines. I loved looking at nice clothes and models
with nice makeup etc, longing for the day when I could
look like the models in the pages, (As if that would
As I flicked through the pages I
suddenly came across an image I’d never seen before that
instantly set my heart racing and my penis to stir.
It was a picture of a model wearing black lingerie.
It was quite a shock to me how quickly I was turned on
by the sight of this model in stockings and suspenders.
I had never seen anything like this before and I was
fascinated by them. I studied the pictures in front of
me, there were five photos of her in different positions
and situations but what I couldn’t stop staring at was
the point at which her stockings were connected to a
little lace suspender belt.
It’s strange isn’t
it? Those moments when a sexual desire awakens inside of
you, like it’s been lying there dormant, waiting for a
time when it can be set free.
I just loved the way
that the stockings were pulled up by the suspender belt
and how the little round clips held onto them, and
how the stockings were stretched up into a point. Such a
strange thing, to be turned on by something so specific.
I also loved the way that the suspender belt
hugged her waist and how the little straps ran down her
thighs over her knickers.
I turned the pages,
eager to see if there were any more pictures but alas
I studied them again and noticed
that my penis was rock hard and straining to get out of
I slipped my hands inside, trying to get
relief but my nappy was too restrictive.
considered opening my nappy so I could pleasure myself
but thought better of it… I had been expressly forbidden
to touch myself.
I sighed heavily, it had been
four days since my last ‘Milking’ and I was starting to
get frustrated again.
But the more I looked at
those pictures the more turned on I got, I needed relief
so I thought again about touching myself. I tentatively
looked out through the tent flap to check if the coast
was clear only to see Sandy approach, and I sighed with
relief that I’d checked first.
she called as she approached my tent. “time to come in
“Can’t I stay out here a
little longer?” I asked politely.
came her reply. “I have a lot to do, I need to give you
a bath, and then I have to get ready.”
I looked up
at her quizzically. “I’m taking Auntie Caroline out
tonight remember? So we have to get you changed and
cleaned and ready for your babysitter.”
sighed with disappointment and trembled with
trepidation, I’d totally forgotten about having a
babysitter and my mind began to
race... this was
worrying. I didn’t like the thought of a stranger
looking after me, and I started to feel a sense of
dread. Sandy looked down at me and saw that I was
starting to look worried.
sweetie,” She said softly. “it’s going to be fine, you
don’t have to be afraid.”
“But why do I
need a babysitter?” I asked forlornly.
“Because you’re just a baby Sweetie,” She replied. “
You’re too young to be left here on your own.”
“But I’m not a baby!” I shouted, with tears beginning to
form in my eyes.
“Oh sweetheart,” She
said warmly, as she knelt down to face me.
a baby, and you need looking after, so come on, don’t
cry,” Then, wiping a tear from my cheek, she looked into
my eyes and my heart began to flutter. “Do you feel
uptight Sweetie?” She asked with a touch of concern in
I just looked at the floor and nodded.
Sandy then lovingly ran her fingers through my hair.
“I think you’re overdue a ‘Milking’
aren’t you?” She said with a real softness in her voice.
My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry
as those words sank in, I stared at the ground and
nodded again. “well, we’re going to have to do something
about that then aren’t we?” She said, her pretty eyes
burning right into mine. I blushed bright red as a hot
flood of excitement flowed through me keeping my
erection hard and stiff.
Sandy then pulled
me up and took my dummy off of her finger.
“Let’s pop this in then Sweetie.” She said as she
brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth for her and she
slipped it in gently and smiled again. Then she took my
hand to lead me back to the house but paused.
“What’s my magazine doing in here?” She barked as she
bent down to retrieve it. “Tia you must ask before you
borrow things ok?”
I nodded solemnly,
feeling slightly embarrassed that it was opened at those
Sandy then led me across
the lawn towards the house.
I felt a mixture of
humiliation at having to come in but also a deep rooted
feeling of excitement at the thought of what was to
come, and as I walked towards the house I felt my penis
continue to grow and stiffen with each step I made.
Once inside she led me through the living room and up
the stairs to my nursery, it was a long walk and my
nappy swished and crinkled loudly as the bulge in my
nappy rubbed against the insides of my legs. Sandy then
stood me by the changing table and began to undress me.
She went round behind me and began to unbutton my dress,
the seconds felt like hours as she carefully and slowly
undid each button, my dress gradually loosening with
each one and my mind racing, it wouldn’t be long now,
I’ll have Sandy’s fingers wrapped around my penis. My
heart began to pound and my breath quickened.
And then a thought came into my mind, I wonder if Sandy
has ever worn lingerie like the model in the pictures?
Images of Sandy in black stockings and suspenders
entered my mind and my penis swelled again.
“Tia!” Said Sandy loudly. Awakening me from my dream.
I did as I was told as Sandy gently
pulled my dress up and over my head leaving me standing
there in just my nappy.
Sandy carefully placed it
back in the wardrobe and instructed me to lay down on
the changing table.
Feeling her eyes on me I
awkwardly climbed up and laid myself down on the cold
changing mat, my huge nappy rustling and crinkling with
Sandy waiting patiently and smiling down at me.
I studied her beautiful face as she hooked her hair
behind her ear and reached down to remove my nappy.
She looked stunningly pretty today, her makeup was
exquisite. She could have easily been a professional
makeup artist... Her eyes were surrounded with a dark
grey smoky eye shadow with hints of purple glitter, and
her fluttery long eye lashes were thick with mascara.
Her skin was perfect, not a single blemish to be seen
and her beautiful full lips were heavily coated in
bright pink lipstick and lipgloss, giving them a
wonderful mirror shine.
I squirmed a little
as the tapes of my nappy were gently ripped open,
then she pulled it away revealing my erection to her
gaze and I closed my eyes and squirmed with
“It’s ok Baby,” she
said reassuringly. “I’ve changed and bathed you often
enough to be well acquainted with all your private areas
so there’s no need to be shy with me. Just relax and
I’ll look after you.”
Then she opened a packet
of baby wipes and began to gently wipe between my bottom
cheeks. I brought my legs back and opened wide for her
Sandy’s care for me was a little
more ‘Matter-of-fact’ compared to Auntie Caroline. With
Sandy, although she obviously enjoyed changing me as
much as Auntie Caroline did, her use of the baby wipes
was quite quick and functional, like it was just a job
to do before my nappy was put on, but with Auntie
Caroline, she would wipe very gently, almost like a
caress, as if she was cleaning a very valuable painting.
She would cover every part of me slowly and carefully
and the look on her face was of a deep love and pride
for the care she was taking.
Sandy then took
another wipe and began to wipe all around my erection.
My penis twitched as she slowly and very delicately
wiped it all over.
“There,” She said, dropping
the used baby wipe in the bin. “Baby’s all done.”
looked up confused, wondering why she had stopped.
“there’s no point in putting a nappy on you now Sweetie,
I’m going to bathe you in a minute.” And with that she
took my hands and lifted me off the changing table, my
erection still pointing skyward.
Just then the
nursery door swung open and Auntie Caroline came in, my
heart jumped up in my chest at the sight of her and I
involuntary covered my erection with my hands.
Auntie Caroline smiled at Sandy and then at me, like
she was happy that her baby was being taken care of in
“I want to feed Tia before I get
ready If that’s ok?” She said lovingly.
Replied Sandy. “while you do that I’ll run her bath.”
Auntie Caroline took my hand and once more I was
led out of the room and down the stairs to the living
room. It felt very humiliating being led by the hand
naked through the house, especially by a fully clothed
woman and my heart began to pound in my chest at the
thoughtful what was to come.
As we descended
the stairs my erection bobbed and swayed making the
humiliation even more harder to bare.
incredibly vulnerable without my nappy. Wearing nappies
at my age was of course still incredibly humiliating,
but somehow being naked seemed much worse, everything is
on show, there’s nowhere to hide and when everyone
around you is fully clothed that sense of vulnerability
and shame was increased tenfold.
led me over to the sofa and, still holding my hand as if
she wanted to stop me from running away, sat herself
down on it. Then she gently pulled me onto her lap and
began to unbutton her blouse.
I shuddered with
anticipation, I’d never been in this situation before,
being breastfed naked... it was a whole new level of
Auntie Caroline finished unbuttoning
her blouse and pulled it open, then, slipping her arms
out of the sleeves she pulled it away before reaching
behind her to unclasp her bra.
I looked away in
embarrassment as she unclipped it and pulled it away,
revealing her full breasts in all their glory, her large
nipples stiff and erect with tiny rivulets of milk
trickling down them.
Auntie Caroline gently but
firmly manoeuvred me into position, laying me down onto
her lap with my head on a cushion, her huge waiting
breast just millimetres above me. Then she removed my
dummy, raised her breast slightly with her hand and
lowered herself onto me, guiding her nipple towards my
waiting mouth with her hand. With my heart pounding I
took her nipple in my mouth and began to suckle, letting
out a contented moan as I did so.
My penis was
still erect and as I lay there at Auntie Caroline’s
breast I again involuntary covered it with my hands to
hide it, but then Auntie Caroline pulled my hands away,
telling me not to touch myself. Then without thinking I
reached out and placed my hand on her other breast and
gently squeezed and fondled it, spreading my fingers
over its huge size and letting out another moan of
Auntie Caroline sighed a contented
sigh and rested her hand on my leg. Then as I continued
to suckle, she moved her hand slowly upwards until it
came to rest between my legs.
I wriggled awkwardly
and let out another moan as her fingers began to touch
and fondle my penis and balls.
This was the first
time that Auntie Caroline had touched me this way. She
had touched me thousands of times while changing and
bathing me of course, but to touch and fondle me
sexually was a whole new experience and I wriggled and
squirmed as her fingers continued their caresses,
stroking up and down the length of my shaft, and then
over my balls and down to my bottom.
I squirmed a
little more as her protruding fingers found my bottom
She kept her fingers there, gently pressing
and searching, then, she suddenly moved her hand away
and I instantly widened my legs for her as a sign that I
wanted her touch to continue.
And to my relief her
fingers returned but this time they were slippery with
gel. She swirled her finger around my hole again,
rubbing the cold gel around it, teasing me, letting me
know her intentions but not carrying out her intrusion.
I moaned softly and opened my legs as wide as I could
possibly get them, begging her to enter me. Auntie
Caroline didn’t keep me waiting too long, after a few
more agonising seconds she gently pushed her finger
against my hole and slipped her finger into me, I arched
my back a little and moaned again as I felt her finger
slip deeper into me.
After a few more
minutes I suddenly heard footsteps approach, conscious
of my vulnerable position I tried to turn my head to
look but Auntie Caroline pressed me to her breast
preventing me. Instead I opened my eyes a fraction and
saw Sandy approach and kneel down on the floor next to
Then to my utter amazement and shock, I
suddenly felt her slender fingers wrapping themselves
around my erection and begin to move up and down. I
squirmed and fidgeted as I lay there on Auntie
Caroline’s lap suckling at her breast while Sandy slowly
began to masturbate me.
“Sshh Baby,” Said Auntie
Caroline softly, seeing me wriggle and squirm. “It’s ok
just relax, we’re here to help you.”
take it all in, the sensations were overwhelming... Here
I was totally naked, lying on my back with Auntie
Caroline’s breast in my mouth, one of her fingers in my
bottom and Sandy’s fingers firmly gripped around my
penis masturbating me.
The feelings and
sensations of being controlled and dominated filled
every sense I possessed, and I surrendered myself
I felt a real mixture of emotions, I felt
helpless and exposed, manipulated and dominated to such
a degree that I felt my body would explode.
the amazing thing was, that I now not only accepted it
but wanted it! After all this time, months and months of
being treated like a baby girl, I finally found that I
wanted to be used, I wanted to be controlled and
dominated. All my self worth had been driven out of me,
and now all that was left was this baby girl, totally
and utterly reliant and dependant on these two women for
everything. I was nothing without them and happy to give
myself to them completely, I surrendered, and gave
myself up, willing to be their toy, to use me and have
me for for their enjoyment.
Auntie Caroline and
Sandy were working together as one now, working together
towards one goal and were fully in control. Sandy was on
her knees gently masturbating me, her slender fingers
firmly wrapped around my throbbing penis, while Auntie
Caroline was nursing me and fingering me at the same
I wriggled and squirmed on the sofa as my
ordeal continued, My loud moans of pleasure stifled by
Auntie Caroline’s nipple in my mouth. My legs kicking
and writhing my fingers fondling and kneeding Auntie
Caroline’s huge breast in my hand. The situation was so
intense, the room was filled with the sounds of me
wriggling and moaning, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care
if anyone could hear me or not, my mind and body was in
the throes of a tumultuous orgasm which was slowly
working it’s way up through my body like a powerful
I was writhing and wriggling on Auntie
Caroline’s lap even more now as the two women continued
to work on me, my moaning became louder and more
frequent, I squeezed and kneaded Auntie Caroline’s huge
breast in my hand, stretching my fingers as wide apart
as they would go as I continued to suckle. I pushed my
face deeper into her breast, my mouth taking in as much
of it as I could, her nipple large and stiff in my mouth
with thin threads of sweet tasting milk squirting out of
And still Sandy continued with her slow,
deliberate and relentless rhythm on my erection, one
goal in mind, one outcome expected, and she wouldn’t
stop until I was empty.
My heart rate began to
increase, my breathing became heavier, and my palms
became sweaty, I felt my whole body begin to convulse as
the orgasm seeped up through my loins and into my penis.
I gasped and moaned again as the orgasm, rising up like
a flood of electrical charge from deep inside me,
swirled around my nether regions and up into my penis.
I let out a stifled cry as the orgasm arrived like
a gushing flood from a dam.
“That’s it Baby!”
Said Sandy encouragingly. “cum for me.”
Auntie Caroline pushed her finger deeper into my bottom,
my body twitched, my eyes screwed up, my fingers and
toes clenched and I let out a huge cry as I came to a
shuddering climax with warm spurts of cum shooting out
of me and landing on my tummy.
“That’s it, good
girl.” said Auntie Caroline as three or four more jets
of cum shot out of my reddening penis.
onto her for one last time as the orgasm faded leaving
me panting and breathless.
Auntie Caroline carefully
removed her finger from my bottom as the climax slowly
died away, Sandy gently slid her hand up my shaft one
more time to make sure that I had no more cum left
inside me, then she slid her thumb and forefinger over
the head of my penis, smearing the last few drops of cum
over it making me twitch with the oversensitivity.
“Well that was intense wasn’t it?” Said Sandy
I released myself from Auntie
Caroline’s breast and just had time to let out a long
contented sigh before Auntie Caroline popped my dummy
back into my mouth. I sucked on it contentedly while
Sandy slowly and carefully cleaned me up with a baby
“Does Baby feel better now?” Asked Auntie
I nodded and smiled up at her, the
sleepy contented feelings already creeping over me.
“My, what a lot of cum.” Said Sandy cheekily
as she continued cleaning me up, carefully wiping my
tummy with another baby wipe. Then, when she had
finished, she leant forward and gently kissed my penis
before getting up to her feet.
meet you in the bathroom Caroline.” She said as she
walked off towards the stairs.
Now that Sandy
had finished with me I sat up and wrapped my arms around
Auntie Caroline for a huge cuddle. I felt incredibly
tired and sleepy, and also cosy and safe as I
curled up on her lap.
I sucked on my dummy and
sighed a contented sigh as I pressed myself to her.
Auntie Caroline wrapped her arms around me and
gently rocked me as I lay there on her lap, my free hand
still caressing her breast as I began to drift off to
Then after a few minutes she got up off the
sofa, picked me up and carried me up the stairs to the
bathroom, I clung on to her tightly as we ascended the
stairs, her still naked breasts pressing up against me.
The bathroom was hot and steamy as I was
carried inside. The bath was full and had a mound of
bubbles on the top. Auntie Caroline gently lowered me to
the floor and guided me into the bath, the warm water
giving me goosebumps on my bare legs as I lowered myself
in and settled down under the suds.
Auntie Caroline and Sandy began to bathe me. They each
had a soft flannel which they dipped in the water before
gently cleaning me all over while they ‘Coo’ed and
whispered sweet words to me.
“I think Tia really
enjoyed her ‘Milking’ today Caroline, don't you?” Said
“Yes,” answered Auntie Caroline
as she gently plunged the flannel down between my legs.
“I think we should do it together more often, what do
“ Oh definitely,” Replied Sandy
My face glowed red with embarrassment
as they continued their teasing.
My head was
spinning, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and
that, coupled with the sight of Auntie Caroline’s bare
breasts as she bathed me made me begin to get aroused
Once my bath was over, I was
picked up out of the bath and dried with a huge fluffy
white towel. Then I was led into the nursery and placed
on the changing table.
Auntie Caroline then began
to get me prepared for my nappy while Sandy went into
the bedroom to get ready.
Auntie Caroline opened up
the baby powder and proceeded to sprinkle it all over me
between my legs and my bottom.
Then she pulled my
nappy up between my legs and sealed the tapes, the
rustling of it echoing around the room.
It was very
strange seeing Auntie Caroline bare breasted as she
cared for me, it was as if we’d crossed a line somehow.
Now that she was in control of my sexual needs as well
as my everyday care, our relationship had turned a
corner, it was as if she was making a statement that she
was available for all my needs whenever I wanted, as if
she was saying... “Here are my breasts, you can have
them anytime” and I found that I couldn’t keep my eyes
Auntie Caroline lifted me off of the
changing table and took me over to the mirror by the
She took out what looked like a thin and
flimsy nighty from the wardrobe and slipped it over me.
It was basically a babydoll negligee, it was ivory with
a white satin sash under the bust, with pink stitching
and a white furry hem. It was very see through and was
quite short, coming down just a few inches shy of the
bottom of my nappy, which didn’t really make me feel any
different because the nighty was so thin you could
clearly see my nappy underneath it anyway and this made
me realise that my babysitter would see my nappy too and
a hot flush of fear swept through me and I began to
worry. I had to do something.
It was while Auntie
Caroline was brushing my hair that I plucked up the
courage to ask her again about that coming evening.
I took my dummy out of my mouth and looked at her in
the mirror and put on the sweetest face I could.
“Do you have to go out tonight Auntie?” I asked
“Yes Tia,” Said Auntie Caroline.
“Sandy’s taking me out for a nice meal, we haven’t been
out in ages.”
I began to get scared, she sounded
resolute, it was impossible to change her mind at the
best of times but this was getting serious and I found
myself getting upset again.
“But... I... I
mean... can’t I... do I have to... I mean... I don’t
think I want to have a babysitter Auntie!” I stuttered.
“Oh Tia, you’ll be fine,” Said Auntie Caroline
reassuringly. “You have to have someone looking after
you don’t you?”
I nodded slowly but the thought of a
stranger seeing me dressed in nappies and looking after
me filled me with dread and I began to weep. Auntie
Caroline stopped brushing my hair and turned me round to
face her, “Oh Tia,” She said softly. “don’t be so
silly, you’ll be fine, no ones going to hurt you. Now
put your dummy back in and let’s not have anymore
After a few more minutes
of brushing and pampering, Auntie Caroline placed my
hair in a ponytail and then handed me my teddy.
suddenly felt very vulnerable and clingy towards Auntie
Caroline and opened my arms for another cuddle.
Auntie Caroline put her arms around me and picking me
up carried me out of the nursery and down into the
She sat me down on the sofa and then
switching on the TV put the cartoon channel on and
handed me the controller.
“Now you stay
here and relax while I get ready ok?” She said.
I sighed heavily, pressed my teddy tightly against me
and stared at the TV, with feelings of dread flowing
I looked down at myself, my nighty was
half covering my nappy but you couldn’t miss the huge
bulge between my legs... it’s plastic surface white and
shiny under the lights.
I tried to pull my nighty
down to cover it but it just wouldn’t stretch, but it
didn’t really make much difference, the nighty was so
thin you could easily see my nappy underneath anyway.
I sighed again and tried to concentrate on the
cartoons but it was impossible. Any moment now I would
have to endure the horror of meeting my babysitter. I
sat there wondering what they would think of me?
Because of my treatment ie:- the secret concoction of
age suppressant drugs I was given (Without my knowledge)
I was much smaller than I should have been by this time,
but still, to a stranger I still looked like a small
teenager in nappies and sucking a dummy. It would be a
very confusing sight and incredibly embarrassing for me.
I could easily pass for a girl, that part of my
transition was pretty much complete. (With the obvious
exception of my anatomy of course) my general appearance
was now very feminine, even my posture, attitudes and
thought processes were very feminine, to the extent that
I actually felt like this was really who I was supposed
to be. ( I had accepted long ago that I was now a girl
and was happy to be so) But I never quite accepted my
status as a baby.
Questions and worries filled my
mind... What would I say? How would I be introduced?
As the minutes went by I got more and more nervous.
Then, not long after Auntie Caroline and
Sandy finished getting ready, there was a knock at
the door and my heart leapt up onto my mouth.
stared at the doorway waiting to see who was coming in,
I could hear footfalls in the hallway getting nearer, as
my heart beat increased. And then, suddenly, to my great
surprise and shock I saw Jessie enter the room.
couldn’t believe it. I felt a mixture of huge relief and
also one of deep shame.
On the one hand I was so
happy and pleased to see her, but on the other, it gave
me a clear indication that my life had been held back,
here was a girl that was the same age as me, babysitting
She looked so pretty and grown up all of a
sudden, and it made me realise that this was the girl I
could have been. I could be wearing nice clothes and
wearing makeup, and babysitting someone, but here I was,
dressed in nappies and cuddling teddies, sucking a dummy
and being bathed and fed and put to bed early, it was
all too much to take and I felt myself beginning to cry.
Auntie Caroline saw that I was close to tears and
came over and sat next to me.
you there was nothing to worry about didn’t I?” She said
I felt foolish about crying but I couldn’t
help it, it was yet another symptom of my baby treatment
and was also such a relief that I would be spending
extra time with Jessie instead of a stranger.
After Auntie Caroline had issued a few last minute
instructions to Jessie in the kitchen, both Auntie
Caroline and Sandy kissed me on the cheek and left.
The house seemed unusually quiet after the front door
had shut and I felt really happy.
came back from shutting the front door, she put her bag
on the floor by the sofa, and looking down at me asked
me if I wanted anything. She seemed very excited and
happy, and all of a sudden very grown up, but it was
really strange being asked if I wanted anything by a
friend in my own house, and even though I was never
permitted to get anything for myself, it still felt
strange, and I had the first little worrying notions
that this evening wasn’t going to go quite how I
I looked up at her, shook my head and
smiled, expecting her to suddenly suggest what we could
do together but instead she began to tidy up!
‘Plumped’ up the cushions on the sofa, put away a few
magazines that were lying around and generally busied
herself around the room.
And then, noticing that my
dummy was on the floor next to me, came over and picked
“You really shouldn’t leave this
on the floor Tia it’s unhygienic.” She said smiling.
I looked up at her incredulously, what had happened
to her? She was turning into Auntie Caroline!
Jessie then reached into her bag, took out another
dummy and slipped it onto her finger.
Then, with my eyes following her in disbelief, she
practically skipped to the kitchen and returned with a
My heart leapt up in my chest.
What was this?
Jessie sat down on the sofa
and patted the space next to her.
“Come up here then Tia.” she said excitedly. “It’s time
for your milk.”
I looked at her
pleadingly, my whole body shaking.
I drink it myself?” I asked timidly.
Silly,” she said smiling sweetly, “I have to do it, I’m
your babysitter, I’m here to look after you.”
heart was beating heavily in my chest as she patted the
sofa once more and placed a cushion on her lap. I tried
to stand up as gracefully as I could, trying in
vain to hide my huge nappy, all the while feeling
Jessie’s eyed boring into me.
I straightened up and
pulled at my nightie trying desperately to cover the
huge bulge between my legs but it was impossible, and I
soon realised that the very act of pulling down my
nightie only emphasised the shame, that my nappy was
clearly visible, and that I was trying to hide it from
I felt my face glow red as I climbed up
onto the sofa, my nappy’s shiny plastic surface rustling
and sliding against my legs as I carefully positioned
myself onto Jessie’s lap.
I rested my head
gently onto the cushion and tried to get comfortable. I
pulled again at my nightie, forever hopeful that it
might cover my nappy but it was hopeless and it rustled
loudly at each little movement I made.
whole body was shaking with nerves as Jessie waited for
me to settle before she gently slipped the rubber teat
into my mouth and held it there for me to suckle.
This was an insane situation, and the
embarrassment I felt at that moment was indescribable.
I was so ashamed I couldn’t look at her,
she’d changed so much and so quickly. Only the other day
we were reading comics together, the best of pals, but
now this dramatic change had occurred, she seemed so
grown up and maternal all of a sudden. She’d gone from
being my friend to my carer in a matter of minutes and I
couldn’t take it all in.
I felt Jessie look
down at me as I continued to suckle but I was way too
embarrassed and shocked to look back at her, and the
embarrassment I felt made me wriggle and squirm, and
each time I moved my nappy rustled loudly again
which made everything so much worse.
felt like a proper baby, dependant and needy.
looked at the bottle right in front of me... Jessie’s
young slender delicate fingers were holding it steady,
tilting it up so I could suckle, it was so unbelievably
degrading. Here was a girl who was the same age as me,
feeding me just like a baby, not even allowing me to
hold the bottle myself!
I mean, I’d obviously
been fed like this many many times before by Auntie
Caroline and Sandy, and although I’d always found it
embarrassing I’d sort of gotten used to it, but it
was so much worse that it was Jessie feeding me. She was
my equal, my friend, despite the fact that my clothes
were different, and I had to endure a different life to
hers, when we were together she felt equal to me, a
playmate and confidant. But now a line had been crossed,
and seeing her slender fingers holding my bottle,
fingers that were the same age as mine, well, nothing
more could emphasise the fact that my life had been held
Everyone else around me was getting older and
growing up, progressing through life except me... I was
the same, kept as
a baby, fed and changed and put to
bed every single day, year after year.
the last remnants of milk disappeared I began to pray
that we could now go back to normal, that Jessie would
now suggest a game of hide & seek or something...
anything to be able to forget this awful situation had
“Good girl.” she said as
she watched me swallow the last drop of milk.
Those words went through me like a dagger through my
heart, our relationship as I knew it had clearly gone,
replaced by yet another mother figure. I was so saddened
I felt like weeping.
Jessie carefully pulled the
bottle from my mouth and helped me to sit up, my nappy
rustled loudly again as I took a seat next to her on the
Then, turning round to face me she
reached over and slipped the dummy off of her finger.
“There you go.” She said as she popped it into my mouth.
“would you like your teddy?”
solemnly, still unable to look her in the eye.
Jessie handed me my teddy and I squeezed it in my arms,
tears of shock and disappointment welling up in my eyes.
“Are you ok Tia?” She asked softly. “you
seem a little quiet.”
I pulled the dummy from my
“I’m ok.” I said,
unconvincingly, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Ok, well you sit there and relax while I
tidy up a bit ok?”
I slipped the dummy back into
my mouth, hugged my teddy and laid myself back against
the sofa to watch the TV, the plastic surface of my
nappy slid against the sofa cushion as I moved. I looked
down at the huge white mass between my legs, forever
present, forever rustling, always there wrapped around
me, making all movement awkward.
Too big to hide,
too obvious to ignore.
A nappy of this size is
so all-encompassing, the way it hangs down around your
bottom and the way it fills the space between your legs,
it’s plastic surface rustling and crinkling loudly with
the slightest movement as if to shout out to all around,
“ Here I am!”
And as if it could be ignored anyway!
Even just sitting was awkward, with it’s thick
bulky padding constantly under your bottom. Walking was
impossible too, it’s sheer size swinging around behind
you giving you a pronounced waddle, the smooth surface
sliding against the insides of your legs with each
I sighed and slumped back
even further, spreading my legs wide leaving a mountain
of nappy rising up from between them, I reached down and
ran my fingers around the wrinkly edge of the leg
elastic, pulling it away, then I slipped a finger inside
and felt around, it was thick and warm with a strong
aroma of baby powder.
I sighed heavily... Will
there ever be a time when I could wear ordinary clothes
A few minutes later and I started
to feel the need to pee. My face went red as the first
signs declared themselves and I was dreading the
There was no way I was going to wet my
nappy with only Jessie for company.
And then it
hit me... I suddenly realised... Jessie was here
to look after me, to babysit me, not just here to keep
me company, and that meant..... oh my God no! It was too
horrifying to contemplate, she would have to change me!
This realisation flooded through me like a burst
dam, how could it have come to this? My friend, my best
friend, would have to change my nappy?
at the thought of it.
All these years Jessie had
behaved so nicely towards me, been so thoughtful in not
asking me about my status as a toddler, never once
questioned why I was still in nappies or why I sucked a
dummy. And now she would be actually changing me?I made
up my mind there and then, there was absolutely no way
that I was going to let that happen, but could I hold on
until Auntie Caroline came back?
What about bed
time? Was Jessie going to put me to bed too?
these horrifying thoughts raced round my mind as if to
mock me and upset me.
Jessie came into
the room again and asked if I wanted anything.
I looked up at her and tried to smile but my mind was
filled with worries. Jessie had been a good friend to me
for so long and now she had grown into a young adult
while I had been held back, suspended in time to remain
a toddler, dressed in nappies and put to bed, bathed and
dressed and fed, just like a baby, while she had grown
and blossomed into a pretty young woman, out of school
and wearing smart clothes, able to do things for
herself, free to come and go where she pleased.
injustice of it all swept through me to my core and I
felt myself beginning to cry again.
you sure you’re ok Tia?” She asked warmly. “you do seem
very quiet. Are you tired? Do you want me to put you to
“Nmmm.” I mumbled through my dummy,
shaking my head vigorously, trying to look normal as
another shudder of embarrassment swept through me.
It was so cruel that this was happening to me, my
only friend after all these years had now gone, replaced
by a pretty young woman with responsibilities and
freedom, while I was still here, reliant on everyone for
I looked at her, she was so pretty,
she always had been, but now she was grown up and
pretty, she’d started to wear makeup and nice clothes,
and although it was lovely to look at her, I felt a
strong jealousy towards how she looked and that thought
upset me, I didn’t like being jealous but I also felt a
huge sense of injustice, if things had been different I
could be as pretty as her.
There were so many
thoughts and emotions running through my brain that it
was all getting a bit too much.
I turned my head,
not wanting to let Jessie see my tears, but she must
have sensed that something was wrong because she
sat down on the sofa next to me and very gently pulled
me towards her for a cuddle.
This act of warmth and
compassion sent me over the edge and I threw my arms
around her and began to cry.
Jessie pulled me
towards her and gently began to rock me. I leant in
closer and nestled into her arms, huge wet tears
trickling down my cheeks, but even this act of kindness
betrayed me... for as Jessie gently rocked me back and
forth, so my nappy rustled loudly.
after a few minutes I began to calm down, Jessie stopped
rocking me and gave me another squeeze, I sighed
contentedly and leaned closer into her. And then
as if all my prayers were answered at once, Jessie asked
me if I wanted to play a game.
I looked up at
her, smiled and nodded.
“ How about a
board game?” She said. “or Jenga?”
to take my dummy out I just nodded again.
Jessie got up and went over to the games cupboard and
began looking through it, finally deciding on a game of
She carefully took out all the pieces and
began building the tower on the floor.
crouched on the floor next to her to watch her, another
surge pulsed through my bladder and I began to sweat.
The last thing I wanted to do was to wet my nappy but
even I knew that I couldn’t hold it off forever.
As we began playing these surges became stronger and it
was incredibly hard trying to hide the fact that I
needed to wee from Jessie.
The compulsion to
fidget, wriggle my legs or squeeze my penis was intense
but I didn’t want Jessie to know I needed to wee, the
thought of her knowing I was wetting my nappy was
abhorrent to me. Better that she just knows once I’ve
A few more games went by and the surges
went away, but then after about half an hour they came
back and this time much stronger.
Jessie and I
had decided to play snap, we were packing the Jenga away
when I felt another strong surge and I realised that I
could hold on no longer.
I sat there, desperately
trying to suppress it as I watched Jessie shuffling the
cards, but inevitably I had to let it go and so within a
millisecond of relaxing my bladder a stream of warm pee
gushed out of my penis like water from a burst dam.
The relief was ecstasy and I only just stopped myself
from sighing loudly as the pressure in my bladder
Jessie handed me my cards as I sat
there motionless, the wee gushing out of me, it’s warmth
spreading around inside my nappy which grew heavier and
more solid as it soaked up more and more, It was one of
those wees that went on for ages, and I found myself
getting nervous that my nappy might leak, but I didn’t
want to look down for fear of drawing attention to it,
instead I tried pulling my nighty down over it again,
but try as I might it still only just about
covered the waistband.
It was always a source
of frustration to be put into dresses or nighties that
left my nappy exposed. It was as if they were made
especially to tease me, I was always pulling at the hem
of my dress in the hope that I could hide my nappy but
of course I never could.
Jessie was too
busy concentrating on her cards to notice that my fully
exposed nappy was now heavy and soaked, it’s outer
plastic surface turning a subtle yellow as it became
more and more saturated.
Eventually my weeing
trickled to a stop, Jessie handed me my cards and I
remained there sitting on the floor feeling my warm
soaked nappy all around me, my face glowing red with
A wet nappy is actually quite comforting in
the first few minutes, it soaks up the wee and spreads
it all around inside, creating a cosy warm snug feeling
between your legs and around your bottom. The nappy
itself feels very heavy and a lot harder and quite
solid, it’s not as comfortable, to sit on as a dry fresh
nappy, it doesn’t rustle quite as much and the warmth is
But after a while as it cools it
becomes less comforting, the wetness begins to feel
irritating and itchy and the realisation that your own
wee is against your skin is not a nice thought.
Jessie and I continued to play snap but after a few
games my nappy began to get uncomfortable and I began to
stress about it.
I couldn’t bare the thought of
Jessie changing my nappy but I also couldn’t bare the
thought of wearing it any longer, and there was
absolutely no way I was going to ask Jessie to change
me. What was I going to do?
Luckily this last
dilemma solved itself when, after dropping my cards by
accident between my legs Jessie noticed my nappy.
“Oh Tia!” She exclaimed. “it looks like you
I looked down in mock surprise,
pretending that I hadn’t noticed, my heart pounding
heavily in my chest.
And then, to my absolute
horror, she gently reached forward and slipped a finger
under the leg elastic!
I was so shocked I just
Only once had Jessie touched my nappy and
that was by accident while we were playing Jenga, it was
an awkward moment then but now, it was as if she’d
‘Crossed another line’. This was the start of something
that was going to be very difficult to cope with.
Jessie then stood up and held out her hand
“Come on then.” She
said, smiling. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
Reluctantly I rose and took her hand, the embarrassment
and shame smothering me like a heavy blanket.
Jessie was very sweet but also quite ‘Matter of fact’,
she guided me up the stairs to my nursery and ushered me
“Slip up onto here then Tia,” she
said, patting the changing mat with her hand. “and I’ll
get you a fresh nappy.”
I just couldn’t believe
what was happening, here was my best friend, a girl I’d
spent so much time with, a girl who was the same age as
me had become my babysitter about to change my nappy! It
was too much for my young brain to cope with and I felt
very close to tears again as she began to prepare
I laid down on the changing mat and
waited there miserably while she busied herself getting
everything together that she needed... baby wipes,
creams and lotions, baby powder and a couple of fresh
I stared up at the ceiling and fought back
the tears. I simply couldn’t believe it!
taken me years to get used to wearing nappies again,
when I first came to Auntie Caroline’s all those years
ago, I was an awkward, sensitive young boy, deprived of
love from busy parents, I was lonely and insecure, but
then suddenly I was being put into nappies and treated
like a baby, it was a situation that was totally
abhorrent to me, and I fought it every step of the way.
But as time went by I slowly began to get used to
them, and after a few years I began to enjoy the
attention I would receive while having them changed.
But now, with Jessie about to change me, I had come
full circle. It was such a humiliating and embarrassing
situation having my nappy changed by my best friend and
I just couldn’t believe this was happening.
thing is… I don’t think Jessie realised how traumatic
this was for me. She was responsible for me now, she had
a job to do and she wanted to impress both me and Auntie
Caroline that she was a good babysitter and could look
after me, for her I don’t think it came to her mind that
this was a dramatic change in our relationship. But for
me… we’ll it was an insane situation.
there on the changing mat, my heart pounding in my
chest, and my eyes fixed on the ceiling, not daring to
watch or to even get a glimpse of Jessie, I had to try
and imagine that it was Auntie Caroline or Sandy who was
about to change me but it was nigh on impossible.
Jessie gently pulled my negligee up above my nappy,
revealing it in all its glory like she was opening a
neatly wrapped present. I felt my cheeks flush with
shame as I imagined the sight before her.
suddenly I felt delicate fingers pulling at the tapes of
The sounds of them ripping apart echoed
around the room. I kicked and wriggled my legs violently
and moaned in protest as the remaining tapes were ripped
“Keep still for me Tia,” She said
But I couldn’t help it, I felt close to
tears as Jessie pulled my nappy away revealing my
nakedness to her.
This was too much to bare and
I turned my head to the side and looked away sucking
heavily on my dummy.
I just couldn’t cope with
this at all as Jessie took a baby wipe and began to
clean me. Although her touch was soft and gentle as she
wiped around my penis and between my legs, the thought
that my best friend was touching me there to clean me
was just too much and I kicked wriggled with
Jessie, sensing my distress stopped
cleaning me and rested her hand on my leg.
“Sshhh, It’s ok Tia,” she said softly. “I’m here to look
after you, I want to take care of you and make you
comfortable.” Then she continued to wipe around my
penis, lifting it and wiping
It was then
that I had an overwhelming compulsion to open my eyes
and look at her. Jessie’s beautiful face was looking
down, her expression was one of pride and concentration
as she gently applied a baby wipe to my skin, making a
lot of effort to be gentle and caring, she had a
contented smile on her face which made it look as though
she was enjoying looking after me, and this made me
think… I began to look at this from Jessie’s point of
view. Here she was looking after me when for all I know
she could have been out with friends. But she’d chosen
to babysit me, she’d chosen to come round here in her
free time and look after me, and that, I thought was
kind and admirable. And then I thought…
wanted to be my babysitter because she liked me? I mean,
really liked me!
This put a whole new perspective
on things and I began to wonder.
I looked up at
her… her face was so pretty even when she was
concentrating on applying a baby wipe around my nappy
area, her deep hazel eyes were focussed on her
work, and some strands of her beautiful curly hair hung
down over her face.
Then all of a sudden she
looked up, her eyes looking directly into mine and
smiled, and I
“There, does that feel better Tia?” She said softly as
she pulled another baby wipe from the pack.
I nodded and smiled back. Then I opened my legs wide for
her to clean my bottom.
After Jessie had
finished with the wipes, she picked up a large bottle of
baby powder and twisted the lid. Then she sprinkled a
thick layer of powder all over me.
Oh that familiar
smell…one that I had endured for so many years.
Jessie then strangely began to rub the powder all over
my nappy area with her hand, this was odd because no one
had ever done this before. Jessie’s delicate, feminine
fingers brushed and spread the powder around my balls
and over my penis, causing me to flinch at her touch.
Then I lifted my bottom for her as she sprinkled
some powder onto my bottom before running her fingers
over me there too and I shuddered again at her intimate
After Jessie had finished with the baby
powder, she then slid a new nappy under me before
bringing it up between my legs.
I looked at her
expression as she concentrated on pulling my nappy
tightly into position and peeling the tabs apart and
sticking them down.
I wriggled contentedly as her
delicate fingers pressed down on the tabs, sticking them
down, my new nappy rustling loudly as she did so.
Jessie looked up at me and smiled again.
“Is that tight enough Tia?” She asked.
nodded, smiling through my dummy. “Good,” she said. “I
want to do everything right for you, I want to to look
after you properly.”
After a few adjustments,
she looked up at me again still smiling.
“There, you’re all done… a nice new nappy!” Then she
held out her hands towards me to help me back up.
took them, my heart pounding hard inside my chest, and
my stomach turning over with butterflies, and as Jessie
pulled me up, the tapes of my nappy ‘Snapped’ undone.
“Ooh,” Said Jessie surprised. “what’s
She carefully guided me back down
and then proceeded to try and stick the tapes down
My nappy rustled loudly as Jessie tried a
few times, but they wouldn’t stick. “I’ve got powder on
them haven’t I?” She said smiling. “I’ll have to put
another nappy on you Tia.”
And with that she
reached under the changing table and retrieved another
nappy, it rustled and crinkled loudly as she opened it
out and she seemed a little flustered at my predicament.
I felt a mixture of emotions as I watched
Jessie slip this other nappy under my bottom. On the one
hand I felt for her because It was obvious that she was
a little inexperienced and I knew that she wanted to do
a good job in looking after me but on the other hand
this situation was making my ordeal a lot longer and
therefore more difficult to bare.
gestured for me to raise my bottom again so she could
slide another nappy under my already nappied bottom.
But when she pulled it up between my legs she found she
couldn’t get it to fit over my other nappy.
“Oh dear,” she said to herself. “I need a bigger one.”
This was agony for me because I felt so much for
Jessie. She was clearly getting a little flustered
because she was keeping me waiting in my prone position.
I felt for her so much that I began to get upset.
But I didn’t want her to notice because I didn’t want
her to think I was upset at her, I didn’t want her to
worry or to feel inadequate. I wanted so much to help
her but how could I?
“Why doesn’t she take the old
nappy away first?” I thought to myself, but I didn’t say
anything, I was too shy and also didn’t want to make
Jessie feel that she was doing the wrong thing, plus the
fact that my dummy was keeping me relatively calm.
Eventually Jessie found a larger nappy and after
sliding it under me and successfully sticking down the
tapes she took my hands again and pulled me up.
leant forward and threw my arms around her in a warm
embrace, happy for her that her little ordeal was over.
Jessie wrapped her arms around me too and we both
let out a long sigh.
This is where I wanted to be,
it didn’t bother me now that I was dressed in nappies, I
was hugging Jessie and she was hugging me back, this was
After a few divine seconds of being
wrapped in her embrace, Jessie then helped me down from
the changing table and down to my feet, and my goodness
what a difference wearing two nappies makes… I could
hardly stand for the bulkiness around me, the thickness
of the nappies between my legs was enormous, to the
point where I was having trouble getting my balance.
Jessie pulled my nighty down over my nappies but
because of the extra thickness it only came down about
She took my hand and walked me towards the
door, but this time it was more as a support to help me
walk than a way of controlling me.
really were a hindrance, the huge bulky padding between
my legs and around my bottom swung from left to right as
I tried to walk, all the while Jessie guiding me slowly
Eventually we reached the living
room, Jessie led me over to our spot by the sofa, my
nappies were rustling and swishing loudly as the shiny
plastic surface rubbed against my legs as I waddled,
this was so degrading.
Jessie gestured for me
to sit down and I tried to do it with as much dignity as
I could but my nappies were so obtrusive.
mass of padding squashed against me as I ‘Plonked’
myself down on the carpet.
Jessie sat down next
to me and asked me what I wanted to do, so I took the
opportunity to reach out for another hug.
don’t know what had come over me but I felt even more
subservient towards Jessie at that moment, maybe it was
because she’d had to physically help me much more
because of my double nappy, and that level of care made
me feel soppy and babyish. Her care and her patient
guidance as I had waddled awkwardly down the stairs made
me feel even more needy and submissive, and with that
came a longing to be looked after by her, I craved her
care and attention, and so hugging her again was all I
wanted to do. I felt so safe and secure in her arms.
Jessie welcomed me into her arms once more and even
patted my nappy with her hand while she rocked me, my
heart pounding heavily in my chest as she did so.
“Oh Tia you’re so cute,” she said softly. “I
love looking after you and being your babysitter. You’re
such a beautiful baby.”
I almost cried with
happiness at these words, and I found myself nestling
deeper into her arms and squeezing her as much as I
could, my enormous nappy rustling so loudly with each
little movement I made. I was so very happy and wanted
this moment to last forever but I also wanted to tell
Jessie how I felt about her, I wanted so badly to tell
her that I loved her, I was scared of her reaction, but
despite this apprehension the moment felt right, so I
took out my dummy and with my quivering voice reduced to
a soft whisper, I said,
“I… I Lo… I like having
you as my babysitter too.” I was annoyed at myself for
not being brave enough to say it but to my surprise
Jessie pulled away and looked searchingly into my eyes.
“Really!” She said, her expression a mixture of
shock and happiness. “do you really?”
and smiled at her.
“Yes,” I said, my
heart pounding so hard in my chest I was shaking. “I… I
want to be your baby, and for you to look after me
Jessie’s whole face lit up with
a huge beaming smile.
“That’s what I want
too!” She said excitedly, taking my hands in hers.
It was a beautiful moment, and one I will never
We smiled at each other again and then she
kissed me on the cheek!
“Shall we play
another game?” She said eagerly.
couldn’t answer, I was in shock at having just been
kissed, even if it was just on the cheek. Right then I
felt like I was on a wave of happiness and love, I was
finally getting where I wanted to be regarding Jessie
and it was overwhelming.
Jessie released my
hands and ventured over to the games cupboard to find
something for us to play, but as she did so the feelings
of happiness and love I had for Jessie suddenly spilled
over and I started to cry.
Jessie must have
heard me weeping because she quickly turned around to
look at me.
“Oh Tia!” She said urgently, as she
came back over to me. I looked up at her as she very
tenderly wiped away a tear from my cheek, her beautiful
face full of love and concern. “Aww, Sweetie don’t cry!”
I looked into her eyes, intending to declare my
love for her but this was the first time she’d called me
‘Sweetie’ and this made me weep harder.
I stared at
her, unable to speak through my gentle sobs, eventually,
after I had a little more composure I said,
“Thank you for looking after me.”
bottom lip quivering and my eyes wet with tears, Jessie
gently took hold of me and pulled me to her for yet
I squeezed her a little more
and brought my legs up, curling myself into a ball,
Jessie responded by pulling me even closer, she placed a
hand under my thick nappied bottom and pulled me up into
a tighter embrace, it’s plastic surface rustling loudly
as her slender fingers pressed into the padding.
Then Jessie took my dummy from me and placed it back
into my mouth.
“There we go Sweetie,”She said
lovingly, patting my nappy again with her hand. “You’re
so silly, you don’t have to thank me, I love looking
After what seemed an eternity of
being curled up on Jessie’s lap, we got back to playing
a game together, this time we chose Hungry Hippo’s” and
as we played I felt like I was on cloud nine.
But as is the way of life, and especially my life,
happy times must come to an end, and after our fourth
game of Hungry Hippos and a few cartoons from
Jessie looked up at the clock and announced that it was
I looked at her incredulously, was my
best friend actually telling me to go to bed?
“It’s past your bedtime Tia,” she exclaimed. “I’ve let
you stay up an extra half an hour, you really should be
in bed now.”
“But it’s still light!”
I said, almost forgetting that I was talking to Jessie.
“Pleeeease can I stay up a little longer?”
“No Tia,” Jessie replied. “I promised Auntie Caroline
that I would put you to bed on time.”
sank as Jessie got up and offered her hand to me.
“C’mon baby.” She said.
I don’t think I
had ever felt so ‘Mixed-up’ emotionally. On the one hand
I was happy and totally at peace with the level of care
and attention Jessie was showing me as my babysitter,
but on the other it was absolutely absurd that she was
making me go to bed. I felt a real mixture of emotions,
happy, safe and secure, and yet upset and frustrated.
Jessie once again carefully and patiently guided me
up the stairs to my nursery, my double nappy making my
progress slow and tricky.
Once inside Jessie
led me over to the mirrored wardrobe and began to
undress me. This too felt strange and yet comforting, my
brain really couldn’t cope with all this.
removed my flimsy nightie and untied the ribbon in my
Then she took a brush and began to brush it,
and I immediately felt better, I loved having my hair
brushed, and now that it was Jessie who was brushing it,
it was extra special.
This was another
wonderful moment and I was loving it…
For years now
all I’ve ever wanted was for me and Jessie to pamper
each other, to do our makeup together and to try on
clothes and brush each other’s hair, natural girly
things. This was the nearest I’d got to it but it was
still tinged with a frustration, because we weren’t
equals, I was being pampered yes, but for totally
After she’d given my hair a
thorough brushing, Jessie led me over to my cot, slid
open the bars and ushered me into bed.
“Will you stay with me until I go to sleep?” I asked
Jessie sighed with a hint of a
smile, knowing that I was being cheeky in asking but
also knowing that she couldn’t refuse.
“Ok, just for a few minutes.”
I smiled and
settled down under the covers, victorious that I
was able to get what I wanted. Jessie went over to the
window and closed the curtains blocking out the early
evening sun, then returned and took a seat next to my
Again the voice in my head was telling me to
say “I love you” but my brain just couldn’t do it. I
looked up at her and smiled.
really pretty.” I said softly.
face lit up with a broad and sudden smile.
“Thank you Tia, so are you.”
another bold step.
“One day… Will you… I
mean… can you… maybe, teach me to… put on makeup?” I
said In my cutest voice.
Tia looked at
me, her smile full of sweetness but also there was a
pause as if she was unsure.
Sweetie,” she replied. “As long as it’s ok with Auntie
Caroline. Now you really must get some sleep ok? Put
your dummy back in for me, there’s a good baby.”
“Auntie Caroline usually gives me a kiss first.” I said,
fluttering my eye lashes and feeling very pleased with
myself for thinking of this.
smiled again, reached down and quickly kissed me
on the lips before gesturing for me to put my dummy back
in. Then she stood up and slid the bars of my cot closed
shutting me in.
“I’ll be back to check on
you later ok?” She said in a ‘Motherly’ tone. Then she
left, closing the door very gently behind her.
I lay there in silence listening to Jessie’s footfalls
going down the stairs, my mind in utter turmoil. This
was totally confusing and insanely conflicting…
the one hand I was still floating on air after being
kissed by Jessie, and I simply loved the attention and
care she was giving me, but I just couldn’t get it out
of my head that here was a girl who was the same age as
me putting me to bed while she gets to stay up at a
normal time and do normal things. And it was this side
of the conflict that dominated my thoughts. I looked at
the bars of my cot… I was a prisoner! Kept here to live
my life as a baby, trapped in this life of nappies,
dummies and bottles, dressed, bathed, changed and
dominated, totally helpless and dependent for my every
need and I was unable to escape.
How could it
be that my best friend, was living a normal life while I
was held back, unable to progress, kept as a baby
against my will and everyone I knew was ok with this?
The injustice of it all consumed me and I yet
again felt myself beginning to cry.
And this also
frustrated me… why was I crying at every little thing
now? I just wished that I could escape this life and
leave! But how could I? Who would look after me? I was
incapable of looking after myself. In fact, I was
incapable of doing anything! I needed Auntie Caroline
and Sandy for everything, there’s no way I could survive
without them. What was I to do?
Anger and frustration began to well up inside me and I
began to squirm and fidget, and of course, each time I
moved, my nappies rustled and crinkled, mocking me,
reminding me that I was a baby who was not capable of
anything, not even the basic human function of using a
toilet. I was denied everything even a child was allowed
to do! Held back while all around me were growing,
learning and progressing through life, even my best
friend, and now she was telling me to go to bed! My best
It was all too much.
I kicked my legs
in frustration, angry at my nappy for its constant
rustling and intrusion, I felt it’s bulkiness around me,
constricting my movements, it’s huge mass rubbing
against me, filling the space between my legs, a huge
padded presence under my bottom, making me hot and
miserable, it was so uncomfortable, It made me feel
stifled, irritable and helpless.
I wriggled and
squirmed in protest and threw the covers off of me. I
looked down at my nappy, it’s white shiny surface
wrapped tightly around me, all encompassing. I pulled at
it and feigned removing it but I couldn’t, I knew the
consequences and that thought broke me, I was beaten, I
was a helpless baby and there was absolutely nothing I
could do to change that.
I flopped my head back
down onto the pillow and sobbed uncontrollably.
Some while later I awoke, my eyes felt sore
and dry. “I must have cried myself to sleep” I thought.
I had absolutely no idea what the time was or how
long I’d been asleep.
It was dark outside and all
was quiet in my nursery but I could just about hear
voices from the living room.
I sat up and strained
my ears to listen, I could hear Jessie talking. “Who was
she talking to” I thought, and a sudden fear flowed
through me that she’d invited a friend to join her, but
after a while I realised that she was on the phone
because I couldn’t hear anyone talking back to her, and
a sudden ‘Pang’ of curiosity took hold of me. I had to
know if she was talking about me.
looked at the bars of my cot… it wouldn’t take much to
slide them open, I could creep downstairs and listen.
But then I knew that being out of bed without permission
meant an instant spanking, but Jessie would never tell
on me I’m sure. I sat and thought, I didn’t relish the
thought of an over-the-knee spanking but what if Jessie
was talking about me to a friend though? I just had to
know, and if I was discovered I could always say I was
thirsty or something. It was worth the risk.
slid open the bars of my cot with my heart beating
wildly in my chest.
I reached the nursery door and
picking up my Teddy to keep me company crept out of my
nursery and down the stairs, trying not to let my nappy
rustle too loudly which was virtually impossible.
My heart was pounding when I reached the hallway
leading to the living room, it was there that I stood to
listen. Jessie was chatting on her phone and it seemed
as though she was telling someone that she wanted to
break up with her boyfriend!
I was shocked, I didn’t
know Jessie had a boyfriend. I inched closer to hear
“I just don’t know anymore Katie,”
she said. “he just doesn’t understand that I love my new
job, and I want to concentrate on that rather than him
and all his melodrama’s.”
I stood there
listening intently, my heart beating fast and the
butterflies in my stomach fluttering. I was nervous
about being out of bed but also excited that now Jessie
was without a boyfriend I would have a chance, and maybe
this job she loved was babysitting me?
thought excited me greatly but then, just at that moment
I heard a voice behind me.
“TIA! What are
you doing out of bed!?”
I spun around in shock,
my heart leaping up into my mouth and gasped.
Auntie Caroline was standing in the kitchen doorway her
face frowning with disapproval… She was home!
stood there, frozen on the spot, incredulous that it
hadn’t crossed my mind that they might have come back
home whilst I was asleep.
repeated. “What are you doing out of bed young lady?”
I removed my dummy, my heart beating wildly.
“I… I… I was thirsty.” I blurted
“Well, you know the rules
Tia. You wait to ask when someone checks on you. You
don’t get out of your cot on your own do you?”
“No.” I whispered.
“So what’s the
punishment if you do?”
I stared at the floor not
daring to look up.
“A spanking Auntie.” I
“I didn’t hear you Tia.” She
“A spanking Auntie.”
“That’s right.” She said. “an
over-the-knee bare bottom spanking, isn’t it?”
“So that’s what you’ll
get,” she said. “but you’ll have to have your spanking
tomorrow because it’s far too late now.”
held out her hand towards me. “c’mon, let’s put you to
All the next morning I kept a low
profile, hoping against hope that Auntie Caroline would
forget about my spanking but going on past experience I
knew deep down that this wouldn’t happen.
needless to say that whole morning was spent wondering
when it would be.
Just after lunchtime I
was seriously thinking that Auntie Caroline really had
forgotten, for I had had two nappy changes and yet so
far, no spanking.
Just then the front door
opened, and I looked up to see Jessie walk in and my
eyes nearly popped out of my head… she was wearing a
shiny black very tight mini skirt which made her legs
look long and slender and which were dressed in shiny
black nylons. She wore a matching short crop top which
showed off her midriff and her bust, and a tight black
ribbon choker necklace. Her makeup was very alluring
too, dark black eye shadow and dark red lipstick.
It was a totally different look for her and it shocked
me to the core. She looked so grown up and sexy, and
although I was bowled over at the sight of her, I also
felt a pang of jealousy that I wasn’t allowed to wear
such an outfit.
Jessie caught sight of me and
smiled sweetly but then was whisked off into the kitchen
by Auntie Caroline. And it was that, and the sight of
her outfit that made me realise that she wasn’t here to
Sure enough it didn’t take long to
realise that Jessie was here to learn some more
babysitting skills, and the first of which I wasn’t
going to like… at all.
After a while Auntie
Caroline entered the room with her large cotton changing
bag that she used when out of the house and my heart
began to beat nervously. “What was I in for now?” I
thought to myself.
Auntie Caroline placed the bag
on the floor and knelt down next to it and beckoned
Jessie to join her.
Jessie delicately knelt down
next to her in front of me and as she did so something
caught my eye… it was the top of a stocking!
heart rate quickened at the thought of Jessie wearing
stockings, but I also felt a huge pang of jealousy that
she was old enough to wear them and I wasn’t. I stared
at Jessie’s legs as she pulled her mini skirt down to
cover them trying to get another glimpse, but then my
attention was brought to the changing bag as Auntie
Caroline pulled out a white cloth nappy and my heart
The next few minutes were agonising for
me. I hated wearing cloth nappies, they were so
uncomfortable and obtrusive and screamed ‘Baby’ at all
times with their nappy pins and plastic pants. And so
here I was, having to endure watching Auntie Caroline
teaching Jessie how to fold one knowing all the while
that I would have to be dressed in one at any moment.
And sure enough, after Jessie had practiced a
few times Auntie Caroline called me over and instructed
me to lie down in front of them.
I did as I was
told, my face glowing red with shame and my heart
beating wildly in my chest.
Once I had got
comfortable, (or as comfortable as I could be given the
Jessie reached forward and gripping
the sticky tapes of my nappy pulled them apart with a
I squirmed with embarrassment as
my nappy was pulled open revealing my nakedness to them
I sucked hard on my dummy as my nappy was
pulled away from under me, the humiliation and shame
building by the second.
Whispered Jessie as I raised my bottom for her, my
disposable nappy rustling loudly as it was taken away.
Jessie then slipped the newly folded cloth
nappy under my bottom before asking Auntie Caroline
wether I needed anymore powder.
Jessie,” came her reply. “It’s always best to apply lots
of powder to Baby’s bottom even if she’s not wet. She’ll
need some more cream too, just to prevent any soreness.”
This level of discussion while I lay there, prone
on the floor in front of them only increased my shame
and embarrassment and I found myself turning my head
away and sucking greedily on my dummy.
applied some cream to her finger and proceeded to smear
it around my most intimate of places causing me to
flinch and squirm.
“Ssshhh, it’s ok Tia,” said
Jessie softly. “let me take care of you.”
After the cream Jessie twisted open a bottle of baby
powder and proceeded to sprinkle it all over my nappy
area, filling the air with its familiar scent.
that was done, Jessie brought the cloth nappy up between
my legs and with Auntie Caroline’s guidance began to pin
it into place.
“You’re probably going to
have to re-pin it a few times Jessie,” Said Auntie
Caroline. “It’s never tight enough at first.”
Jessie pinned and re-pinned my nappy quite a few times
before finally looking over at Auntie Caroline.
“It’s not easy to get the pin through is it?” She said
“It’s tricky at first but you
soon get the knack.” Replied Auntie Caroline smiling.
Jessie ran her fingers around the fluffy
edges of my nappy, proudly assessing it.
“They’re a lot more difficult to put on but they’re so
worth it,” She said happily. “they look so cute on her!”
My face went red with shame as they both took turns
in fussing over my nappy and commenting on how cute and
helpless I looked.
Then Auntie Caroline reached
into the bag and pulled out a pair of clear plastic baby
pants and handed them to Jessie.
are adorable too aren’t they?” She said, shaking them
out vigorously. “so cute!”
Instinctively I raised
my feet and pointed my toes as Jessie stretched open the
elastic with her slender fingers and guided my feet
through, the soft plastic rustling gently.
Then, once both feet were through she slowly pulled
them up my legs, I could feel the elastic getting
tighter as they were pulled up over my knees towards my
Then I raised my bottom to allow Jessie to
pull the pants over my huge white fluffy nappy.
After a few agonising minutes of Jessie tucking my
nappy under the elastic and more fussing and adjusting,
Jessie leant back to admire her handiwork.
“Ooh you look so cute Tia!” She said lovingly, “I could
eat you all up!”
This remark gave me a stirring in
my loins and made my heart flutter.
“You’ve done a good job Jessie,” said Auntie Caroline as
she examined me. “and now I thinks it’s time for Baby to
have a bottle don’t you?”
This statement made me
feel so very humiliated, not only the fact that I was
being fed against my will, but the way it was said…
calling me ‘Baby’. It was very humiliating and Auntie
Caroline knew it.
During those few awkward
minutes of sitting on the blanket waiting for Jessie to
prepare my bottle, I tried my best to get comfortable
but it wasn’t easy.
Terry nappies are so much
firmer than disposable ones, the bulkiness between your
legs is so much more uncomfortable to sit on, and that,
twinned with the way the plastic pants sticks to your
legs makes the whole experience a difficult one to get
Ordinary disposable nappies are, despite
their huge bulk very light and ‘Airy’. The bulkiness
feels like a puffer jacket, shiny, crinkly and padded,
but light and, well, ‘Puffy’, and the shiny plastic
outer layer slips and slides against your skin in such a
way as to make it bearable, but plastic baby pants have
more grip and stick to your skin.
nappies make you very hot and bothered and because
there’s no elastic, only pins to keep them on, they
either feel like they’re going to fall down or they’re
So all in all, Terry nappies are
definitely something I never liked to wear, and it was
for this reason that I only really had to wear them if
I’d been naughty.
Jessie returned holding a
large babies bottle filled with blackcurrant, and once
again my eyes popped out of my head when she appeared, I
couldn’t get over how sexy she looked.
skirt was very tight and very shiny. It was so tight in
fact that when I looked closely, I could make out an
outline of her underwear, and her underwear fascinated
As she approached I stared at her thighs and
legs, I could just make out the suspender straps hanging
down underneath the stretched shiny material.
legs looked very shiny too as she sat down next to me
and as she did so, her skirt rose up a little revealing
just a glimpse of the tops of her stockings again, the
sight of which made my heart flutter once more.
“Come here then Tia,” She said softly. “it’s time for
I awkwardly got myself into
position while she waited, all the while conscious that
Auntie Caroline was watching.
And as I settled down
onto Jessie’s lap I tried in vain to cover my nappy but
there was no point, my dress as usual was too short to
Once I was settled, Jessie pulled my
dummy out of my mouth and offered the bottle to my lips,
I opened my mouth and she gently pushed the rubber teat
in, tilting it up a little as I began to suckle.
This was so very degrading, it always had been,
it’s a fundamental thing to be able to feed yourself,
it’s one of the very first things you learn when you’re
a real baby, and so when you’re a teenager and you’re
being fed a bottle by someone, well, the humiliation you
experience is indescribable.
But despite this
huge humiliation, Jessie was an expert at looking after
me.. she waited patiently as I slowly drank my
juice, and she would tilt the bottle just enough to
allow me to continue but also lower it just at the right
moments when I needed to take a breath. She whispered
encouragements to me and told me to take my time, and so
after only a few minutes I felt a lot more relaxed.
The main problem I always had when being fed like
this was what to do with my hands. It’s an odd thing to
be drinking and to have your hands free, and I was
always self conscious about them.
always felt natural just to rest my hands on my nappy
between my legs but I didn’t like touching my nappy for
fear of drawing attention to it.
On this occasion
my Terry nappy was really making me feel uncomfortable.
The plastic pants were sticking to the insides of my
legs which was really annoying me, plus all the padding
around me was thick and heavy and making me hot.
moaned with disapproval and opened my legs as wide as I
could get them, trying in a vain attempt to get
Jessie saw that I was very
fidgety and offered soothing caring words to calm me.
“Its ok Baby,” she whispered. “just
relax, I’m here to look after you.”
tried to forget my nappy and settled back a little more
into Jessie’s lap, and as I did so my hand inadvertently
came to rest on her leg. They felt so silky and smooth
which sent another flutter through my heart and a
stirring in my nappy.
I then slowly slid my hand up
her leg until I reached the hem of her mini skirt.
I felt around with my fingers as I continued to suckle,
trying to understand what I could feel.
I ran my
finger up and down her mini skirt, feeling the
suspenders, through the shiny fabric, I could feel the
little round clip at the end of them and images of those
black stockings from the magazine filled my mind and my
penis started to stiffen.
Boldly I continued to
feel around with my fingers, wanting so desperately to
slip them under her skirt to touch her underwear,
just then Jessie fidgeted a little so I didn’t linger
for too long but instead kept my fingers where they
were, but my curiosity had been awoken, hopefully I
would get to see what it all looked like.
I had been fed Auntie Caroline announced that it was
time for my nap.
Jessie helped me up, my huge
unyielding nappy giving me an awkward posture as I got
to my feet, and with Auntie Caroline leading the way
Jessie took my hand and guided me up the stairs towards
my nursery, my huge nappy swinging and swaying around my
bottom as I walked.
Once in I was led over to the
mirrored wardrobe and undressed.
behind me and unfastened the buttons at the back of my
dress, I felt it loosen around me as I looked at myself
in the mirror.
Then she pulled the dress up and
over my head leaving me standing there in just my nappy.
The white fluffy towelling and pink headed nappy
pins were clearly visible under my plastic pants.
Jessie then pulled the pink ribbon from my hair a began
to brush it.
I loved this part, especially the fact
that Jessie was doing it.
But this joy didn’t last,
eventually it was time for bed and I was led over to the
cot and ushered into it with a well aimed pat on my huge
I settled down under the covers,
took the teddy that Jessie offered me and looked up at
“Night night Sweetie,” She said
lovingly. “get some sleep and I’ll check on you a bit
I nodded, sucked on my dummy and
gave my teddy a squeeze.
Auntie Caroline reached down in turn and kissed me on
the cheek before my bars were slid shut.
left, the door closing slowly and gently behind them. I
listened carefully as they chatted on their way out.
“We’ll done Jessie,” Said Auntie Caroline.
“you’re doing an excellent job.”
you,” replied Jessie proudly. “I love being Tia’s
Their conversation carried on
as they descended the stairs so I couldn’t quite hear
what they were saying but I could just about make out
Auntie Caroline saying something about one more thing
And unbeknownst to me, that one more thing
would be a real turning point with my relationship with
Some time later, Auntie Caroline
came in to wake me.
She vigorously pulled open the
curtains, filling my nursery with the warmth of the
afternoon sun, slid open the bars of my cot, pulled away
the covers and then, pulling the elastic of my plastic
baby pants away around the leg holes, slipped her
fingers under my nappy to check me.
and moaned with displeasure at this intrusion.
“My my someone’s grumpy today!” She said mockingly.
But how could I not be?
I was a total
and utter emotional wreck!
On the one hand I
was of the opinion that I was getting closer to Jessie
than I’d ever been, we’d kissed and hugged and she’d
confessed to me that she loved caring for me. And in
this she was really sincere and also very good at it.
I was receiving a level of love and care that any
boyfriend would be jealous of.
But on the other
hand, as far as ‘status’ was concerned, we were poles
Jessie was now virtually an adult, and able
to dress herself in sexy clothes and makeup, free to
come and go in the world wherever she wanted, she had
her own life and could make her own choices, and here I
was… trapped in this life of nappies, bottles, dummies,
bath times and early to bed. Kept from growing up,
emotionally and physically. Held back to remain a
toddler with no hope of ever escaping.
“Is Jessie still here?” I enquired.
Tia,” she said. “she’s talking to Sandy in the kitchen.”
Auntie Caroline took my hand, helped me out of my
cot and led me over to the mirrored wardrobe again, my
huge bulky nappy giving me a pronounced waddle as I
Auntie Caroline fetched my flimsy see
through nighty from its hanger, stood behind me and told
me to lift my arms up. Then she slipped it over my head
and pulled it down, it’s pretty lace hem falling just a
few inches past the top of my nappy. Then she fastened
the little buttons at the back and then tied my hair
into a ponytail with a pink ribbon before standing back
to admire me.
Then, smiling and giving me a
kiss on the cheek, she handed me my Teddy and led me
from the room.
Auntie Caroline sat me by
the sofa, and then went to the kitchen. As she entered,
she left the kitchen door open and I soon realised that
I could hear Sandy and Jessie talking.
straining my ears to hear what was being said.
“There’s a lot to remember but I think I’ve got it,”
“As I said, the most
important thing is to leave your emotions aside,”
Exclaimed Sandy. “just think about what needs to be
done, as soon as you let your emotions in you won’t be
able to do it.”
“Yes, I totally
“Ok then. So you’re confident
you know what to do?”
really want to do it. It’s important to maintain
Just as I was trying to
figure out what this was all about, Sandy and Jessie
came out of the kitchen and approached me.
up at them, they were both looking at me with stern
faces and my heart began to pulse.
stepped forward and offering her hand out to me said,
“Come with me Tia. It’s time for your
I was completely stunned and
sat there staring at Jessie with a look of incredulity.
It was just like that moment in the movie ‘Jaws’
when the camera zooms in on Chief Brody.
I was so
shocked I couldn’t speak or move. Did she mean that she
was taking me to a spanking? or… Oh my God! The
alternative was too horrifying to contemplate. Surely
not! I clung on to this uncertainty like a life raft,
praying with all my might that the worst wasn’t going to
Jessie reached down and taking my hand
pulled me up to my feet and led me from the room.
was so nervous I don’t even remember entering the
playroom, my feet were floating, all I could feel was
Jessie’s hand around mine and the way she was pulling me
along with a real sense of authority.
crept over me, my head became light and fuzzy. I tried
in vain to get a grip on reality but I just couldn’t
think, things were happening so quickly.
Jessie led me into the play room and instructed me to
lie down onto a quilted blanket that had been spread out
on the floor with a pillow at one end.
brain in a daze I laid myself down onto the blanket and
rested my head on the pillow like I had done a thousand
times before but this was different, I was so worried
and nervous I couldn’t breathe.
My mind was
spinning… Surely Jessie was just getting me ready? It
would be Sandy who would actually spank me surely?
There would be absolutely no way that Sandy would want
Jessie to spank her best friend, it was absurd.
despite this assurance in my head, doubts crept in. I
tried in vain to block them out but it was difficult
because the alternative was so horrifying.
looked around me nervously, trying to get some clue as
to what was planned.
I saw Sandy place the spanking
chair in the middle of the room but then she went and
sat down on another chair! A chair that Auntie Caroline
usually sits on when she watches my spankings!
I turned round to face Jessie, who had knelt down
in front of me, she reached forward, pulled my nightie
up to reveal the top of my nappy, slipped her fingers
into the top of my plastic pants and rather brusquely
pulled them down over my nappy. The soft plastic
‘Swished’ as they were pulled down my legs to my feet.
This was insane. The level of love and
gentleness that Jessie had put into dressing me into my
nappy was incomparable to how she was removing it.
Her face showed no emotion at all, just like a robot
focussed on what she was doing. She pulled the plastic
pants over my feet and placed them on the floor next to
her, then she reached forward again and began to un-clip
the nappy pins.
No smiles towards me, no sweet
words, just her pretty face concentrating on her job.
I felt my nappy loosen as each pin was removed and
I let out a stifled moan and kicked my legs in protest,
the reality of what was coming finally sinking in.
“Keep still please Tia,” she said. “I
don’t want to prick you.”
But I couldn’t
help it, even her voice was different. No warmth or
caring tones, just instructional and commanding.
I moaned and wriggled again and squeezed my Teddy
against my chest as the last pin was removed. Jessie
closed and placed them neatly on top of
the plastic pants like it was some kind of ritual.
Then she peeled my nappy away revealing my nakedness to
her and patted my bottom with her hand.
“Lift up!” She commanded.
This was all
happening so quickly and yet the seconds felt like
I lifted my bottom for her and she pulled my
nappy away and placed it on the floor. Involuntarily I
pulled the hem
of my nightie down to cover my
modesty, it all felt so different.
my nappy changes I’d got used to my intimate areas being
on display but this felt different, I was being prepared
for a punishment by my best friend, how could It
possibly feel the same?
And the thought of Jessie
actually watching me receive a spanking filled me with
shame and humiliation.
Jessie stood up
and offered her hand to me once more to help me to my
I didn’t know where to look, I certainly
couldn’t look her in the eye, I was way to shocked and
Jessie then stepped right up close to
me, and reaching round behind me began to unbutton my
I felt shy and embarrassed at how
close she was to me. Her small pert breasts were
literally millimetres away from my face under the shiny
fabric of her top, a little silver zip running down the
middle between her breasts was slightly pulled down
revealing a hint of a lacy black bra.
I looked down
awkwardly as she unfastened my buttons, trying
desperately to avoid eye contact.
Then Jessie took hold of the hem of my nightie and
pulled it up, I raised my arms up as she pulled my
nightie up and over my head leaving me standing there
completely naked and exposed. I felt scared and
vulnerable and covered my modesty with my hands.
looked over at the spanking chair, and a ripple of fear
swept through me, the feelings of impending dread
enveloped me and I was powerless to stop it, Jessie, my
best friend was preparing me for a painful punishment.
Jessie took my nightie and popped it onto
a nearby table, prolonging the agony while I stood there
completely naked. Then she came back to me and popped a
dummy into my mouth.
This was so degrading and
humiliating, and it was made so much worse because of
the reason for it…
It was no longer given to me as a
comfort, to suck on and feel cosy and babyish, it was
now a method of control, my dummy was now part of my
punishment, to keep me under control and to keep me
quiet during my spanking.
Then Jessie bent
down, picked up the Terry nappy, the plastic pants and
pins and took them over to the table.
my amazement she stood and took her time to neatly fold
the nappy and carefully place it on top of my baby
pants, then she took my nightie and proceeded to fold
that too and place them
all neatly together! All the
while leaving me standing there completely naked and
sucking my dummy.
It was agony to keep me
waiting like this, and was of course all done with the
express purpose of keeping me feeling vulnerable and
controlled, and it was working.
The fear of what
was to come was building up inside me, and being naked
and sucking a dummy increased my fear a hundred fold.
Then finally the moment came, Jessie approached
me, her face emotionless and her manor authoritative,
and without looking at me she took my hand again, and
led me, nervous and shaking over to the spanking chair.
And then, to my absolute horror she sat down on
This moment I will never forget. The
realisation that it was Jessie who was going to spank me
burst into me like an invisible force, knocking me off
I was horrified, shocked and upset all at
I stood there, my legs turning to jelly, and
I began to whimper and cry.
I was dumbfounded,
unable to move, my heart beating wild and fast as if it
was about to burst out of my chest. It was so upsetting.
How could this possibly be happening?
on this earth has had an over the knee bare bottom
spanking by their best friend?
Jessie looked at
me and patted her lap with her hands.
“Come here Tia,” she said impatiently. “Lie across my
I couldn’t. I stared at her
lap in horror, her shiny black mini skirt stretched
tightly across her legs. I imagined myself naked and
sprawled across it, her hand reigning down heavy
stinging slaps onto my bare bottom, my legs kicking out
and me crying and wailing uncontrollably.
whimpered and stamped my feet in protest, tears were
running down my cheeks, I wanted so badly to beg for
forgiveness but my huge dummy prevented me.
Jessie reached out and took hold of my wrist and pulled
me towards her. I half heartedly pulled against her, my
cries and protests muffled by my dummy.
Jessie’s grip on my wrist was firm as she pulled me
forwards and I stumbled towards her, my knees coming to
rest against her legs, those beautiful shiny legs.
Jessie continued to pull so that I began to fall forward
but instead of falling Jessie expertly laid me across
I felt so helpless and vulnerable with my
naked bottom exposed in this way, with my head near the
floor and my feet in the air. I wriggled and squirmed,
my penis squashing down on the shiny fabric of her mini
skirt. I placed my hands on the floor for support and
tried to find a comfortable position but it was
Jessie, that cute playful
girl from next door, who used to read comics with me,
play games with me, my best friend, was about to spank
The girl I loved, my playmate and my only
friend was now going to repeatedly smack my bottom so
hard It would hurt me.
This realisation was so
difficult to comprehend, and so shocking I started to
cry proper tears.
Jessie placed her
left hand on my lower back, pressing it down slightly
just enough to remind me that she was in control, she
was keeping me held there until she had finished with me
and that I couldn’t escape.
Then she placed
her other hand on my naked bottom and gently caressed
it, moving her hand down to my legs and back, squeezing
my cheeks with her delicate fingers and softly patting
it, taking her time, letting me know that her hand was
there ready to start.
I moaned and wriggled in
protest the huge latex teat of my dummy filling my
mouth, restricting any noises I could make.
Jessie then pressed her left arm down across my back,
her fingers wrapping themselves around my hips and then…
I winced in pain and
wriggled, I wasn’t expecting it to be this hard.
Jessie tightened her grip on my back a little more, and
then began to spank me.
SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!….
Hard stinging smacks
came down on my bare bottom, the feelings of
helplessness and of being trapped flooded through me and
I wriggled and squirmed violently. Jessie’s grip on my
back increased a little more as she continued.
…SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!,
On it went, relentless, smack
after smack with no respite, the pain and hurt and the
betrayal sweeping through me like a tidal wave,
affecting every nerve and emotion in my body.
…SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!
How could she do this? Why would my best
friend in the whole world want to hurt me so much?
With my eyes streaming with tears I wriggled and
kicked, cried and sobbed, wanting so desperately to beg
her to stop but my dummy was prevented me. All I could
do was moan loudly amid the smacks.
….SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!
filled my mind, as the spanking continued, I couldn’t
get away, I wriggled and writhed, cried and sobbed but
still it continued.
SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!
Then Jessie stopped. A burning soreness came to my
bottom and the urge to soothe it with my hand was
overwhelming. I reached round behind me but Jessie
“Uh uh!” She snapped. “I
haven’t finished with you yet!”
Those words hurt
me just as much as the spanking. She was not the Jessie
I knew, she’d gone, she was a grownup now, my carer, my
babysitter. No longer the sweet bubbly girl from next
door who is always eager to play. Now she wears sexy
clothes and places me over her knee and spanks me. I’d
I continued to cry, big heavy sobs,
tears streaming from my eyes, a babies dummy in my
mouth, showing to the world that here was a baby. A baby
who would would be dressed in nappies after her
spanking, a baby who will be put to bed early, a baby
who would be breastfed and bathed.
crying died down to a whimper in the few seconds between
spankings and I tried to re-adjust my position, I felt
uncomfortable with my head right down almost to the
floor. I fidgeted around and looked up to see if there
was a way I could get more comfortable, and there, right
in front of me was a sight I recognised from the photo
in the magazine.
Jessie’s mini skirt had ridden up
over her stockings, revealing an inch of her suspender
belt, and at the end of it I could see the little round
clip pulling her stocking up tightly to a point.
Immediately my penis began to swell, and just at that
moment Jessie began to spank me again.
SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!…
The pain was intense, but I stared at her stockings to
try and take my mind off of it but it wasn’t easy.
Ten more stinging slaps reigned down on my
bare, reddening bottom before Jessie finally stopped.
From underneath the chair I saw Jessie’s hand
reach down for the pot of cream. Then I felt her hand
caress my bottom, smoothing in the cold cream around my
cheeks… it was over.
And then strangely,
while Jessie was attending to my sore bottom, I boldly
decided to touch her stockings. I don’t know why I felt
this compulsion was acceptable but I didn’t think about
it. I wanted to touch it and so I did!
my finger along the curved edge of her stocking to the
suspender clip. The stocking felt very smooth and was
pulled very tight by the suspenders.
Then I slipped
my finger underneath the little strap, it again was very
tight and I wondered how comfortable they were to wear.
And then I realised something… why was Jessie
wearing them in the first place? And why, come to think
of it, was she dressed up sexily at all?
only one explanation… She wanted to dress up for me. She
wanted to look sexy for me because she loved me.
She knew she was coming today to learn about looking
after me, it’s not like she was going out to see a
boyfriend and then popping in afterwards, so she must
have got dressed in these clothes for me?
thought made me feel fuzzy inside.
Then my mind
began to wander, and I tried to imagine her getting
dressed in her lingerie and my penis swelled again.
And this sudden realisation came just at the time
when Jessie was gently and lovingly soothing my bottom
with skin cream. I was definitely right.
This put a
whole new perspective on things.
Jessie stopped caressing my bottom and gestured for me
to raise myself off of her lap.
you get sweetie.” She said lovingly. Her voice was soft
and warm again.
I stood up, and Jessie kindly held
on to my hand to help me balance, my time over her lap
with my head upside down had made me a little dizzy now
that I was standing again.
As I regained my balance
and the little sparkly stars had disappeared, Jessie
gently pulled me towards her again and sat me on her
Then she took the dummy from my mouth and
slipped it onto her finger.
“You know why
I had to spank you today don’t you Sweetie?” She said
softly, wiping a tear away from my cheek.
I nodded and looked down remorsefully. “you’re not
allowed to get out of your cot without permission are
“No.” I whispered, shaking my head
I looked up into her eyes, she looked so
“I don’t like spanking you but
you have to be punished when you deserve it don’t you?”
I nodded again, those words ‘I don’t like spanking
you’ gave me a new understanding towards Jessie. She had
to punish me despite not wanting to, it was something
she had to do, it was done for my benefit and therefore
was done through love.
I looked up at her again, my
heart brimming over for her, she lovingly ran her
fingers through my hair and smiled and I melted.
Fresh tears began to flow and I threw my arms around
Jessie hugged me and gently rocked me as I
sobbed on her shoulder.
All my hurt and
feelings of betrayal melted away like frost in the sun
while I was in Jessie’s arms.
She was so loving
towards me and it was so obvious now that she loved me.
She didn’t need to say it.
She patted my back and
gently rocked me until my tears subsided.
pulled away and looked into my eyes, smiled sweetly and
wiped away a few strands of hair from my face.
“I’m sorry.” I said meekly, as the last few tears ran
down my cheeks.
“Oh Tia,” She said,
“You’re so adorable!”
burst through my tummy at those words and I smiled back.
And again that voice in my head kept saying “Tell her
you love her!” But I couldn’t.
Jessie placed a
hand on my leg and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll tell you what,” She said, with a little excitement
in her voice. “let’s get you into a nice clean nappy and
then let’s snuggle up on the sofa together and watch TV,
how about that?”
I was so happy I almost
burst into tears again.
I climbed off of
Jessie’s lap and held out my hand for her to take. I
don’t know why but having Jessie back to how she was
after my spanking made me feel super soppy and
submissive towards her, and I actually couldn’t wait for
her to dress me in my nappy! As strange as that may
seem, any kind of attention was ok with me now, and I
especially loved the care and attention I received when
being dressed or changed.
My spanking now a
distant memory, Jessie led me up the stairs towards my
nursery, her soft, delicate but very capable hand
holding mine. I looked down at it, our fingers were
interlocked and my heart was overflowing for her.
She was in charge, leading me to my nursery to pamper
me and to look after me, and I couldn’t have been
Once inside I climbed up onto the
changing table and sat myself down, resting myself on my
elbows to watch her get everything ready for me, my
heart bubbling over with adoration. She looked so
Jessie went over to the shelf and came
back with two folded disposable nappies and placed them
near my feet at the end of the changing of table.
Then she fetched a tube of cream and some baby
Then she looked around for some baby powder
but couldn’t find any. She had to get some from the
shelf above the changing table so she came close and
reached up above me, and as she did so, her miniskirt
rose up again revealing her stockings, and to my
astonishment, I reached out and touched them!
looked down at me in surprise.
“You like my
stockings don’t you Tia?” She said with a hint of a
I snapped my hand away quickly and
looked away embarrassed, my face glowing red with shame.
“they make you look pretty.” I whispered.
“Thank you sweetie,” she replied softly,
seeing my embarrassment. “don’t be shy, you can touch
them if you like?”
I turned back round and
sheepishly touched them again, running my finger over
the tops of her stockings where they were pulled up to a
point by the suspenders.
reaction to my inquisitive fingers was quite a surprise…
there wasn’t any! She just stood there and let me
indulge myself, and I quickly came to the realisation
that it was because of my status…
strange, but looking back on it now it kind of makes
sense… Because I was treated and considered to be
nothing more than a toddler, I could get away with
touching Jessie’s underwear because I was just an
innocent baby. I mean, had I been treated like a
teenager, I would have got a slap, but because I was
treated just like a baby, I could get away with it
because babies and toddlers are innocent of such things.
I wasn’t considered a threat, even though I was naked
and had an erection.
It was a very unusual
situation, and it was one that I not only realised at
the time, but also played to my advantage.
lifted Jessie’s skirt up just a little higher and began
to fiddled with the little suspender connected to her
“Where do these go?” I
enquired cheekily, pulling at the little suspender.
“Would you like me to show you? She said,
taking me completely by surprise.
looked up at her and nodded excitedly.
reached round and unzipped her miniskirt letting it fall
to the floor. My heart was thumping like a jackhammer
and my eyes fairly popped out of my head!
stood there and let me look at her before doing a little
twirl, and for the second time that afternoon I was
She looked stunning! She had on a
figure hugging black lace suspender belt, and a pair of
black satin knickers underneath.
I just sat
there on the changing table staring, my mouth open with
shock and awe. She looked amazing! Just like the model
in my pictures.
Then to my astonishment, Jessie
took my hand and tenderly placed it on her suspender
With my heart racing and my erection
growing I slowly ran my finger over the lace, it was
very delicate and pretty. Her satin panties were very
shiny and alluring too, and had a little rose motif
embroidered on the front panel. My penis twitched and
pulsated as I gently slid my finger across it.
Jessie stepped forward and gave me a quick hug before
resuming her preparations for my nappy.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her as I watched her get
everything ready for me. I loved the way her suspenders
clung tightly to her legs, and the way they pulled her
stockings up tight, and when she had her back to me I
loved looking at her pert bottom with the black satin
stretched across her cheeks.
She looked so
beautiful, and I again reminded myself that she must
love me very much if she’s willing to dress up for me.
And to show me her underwear like that, and allow me to
touch it, well, she must feel that I’m very special and
worth the effort and this made me feel incredibly
privileged and loved.
When I could see that she
was ready, I laid myself down and spread my legs wide
for her, giving myself to her totally.
I didn’t even
feel embarrassed that my rock hard penis was fully on
show, I wanted her to touch me, and I was excited
because I knew that she was just about to.
such an array of emotions at that moment. I was filled
with sexual excitement, and I also felt incredibly
submissive and babyish. I wanted her so badly to mother
me, to look after me and in return I would do anything
for her and be whoever she wanted me to be.
Jessie handed me my teddy, and I instantly knew why.
She knew that I was always usually embarrassed about
having an erection during a nappy change and it was so
kind of her to think of me that way, and despite the
fact that I didn’t feel embarrassed this time I really
appreciated her gesture and it reconfirmed to me that
she has, and always will have my best interest at heart.
I loved her so much.
took hold of my Teddy and squeezed it against my chest
as Jessie took the tube of cream and smeared some around
my inner bottom. I wriggled and moaned with pleasure as
she gently applied it. Then she opened a pack of baby
wipes, and smiling down at me began to wipe it around my
I wriggled and squirmed and kicked my
legs in a very babyish fashion, letting out little
squeals of delight as she very gently wiped all around
“Ooh Baby likes that!” She said
happily. I acted babyish and shy and hid my face in my
teddy, thoroughly enjoying all this attention.
After Jessie was done with the baby wipes she then
proceeded to twist open the powder bottle and shake baby
powder all around my nappy area.
I spread my
legs as wide as I could and lifted my bottom as Jessie
sprinkled the last of the baby powder over me, it’s
flowery perfume filling the air around us.
Jessie took the first nappy and unfolded it, making it
rustle loudly, she slid it under my raised bottom and
positioned it carefully then pulled it up between my
legs and over my erection, the nappy rustled and
crinkled again as she pulled open the tabs and stuck
down, my rock hard penis making a pronounced
ridge under it, and as I wriggled, the nappy rubbed
against my penis giving me amazing tingling sensations
Then smiling right at me she unfolded
the second one and did the same… pulling it up between
my legs, bringing the edges tightly around me and
sticking the tapes down.
The two nappies
together created such a huge mass of padding between my
legs it was impossible to get used to. They interfered
so much in my comfort and posture.
about it, the act of Jessie putting two nappies on me
was similar to putting a dummy in my mouth just before
Jessie had put them on me with the
specific intent to keep me under control, to control my
movements and keep me compliant.
And it was true,
they did, it was virtually impossible to move or to walk
with two large nappies on me, and this is the strangest
thing… I realised right then that I liked that level of
I wanted to feel helpless, I wanted to
feel controlled, because it was Jessie controlling me,
mothering me, and I needed her to. I felt so subservient
towards her it shocked me.
I laid there on the
changing mat, wriggling and squirming against my bonds,
the bonds of my double nappy, thick and bulky, shiny and
slippery, rustling and crinkling, overwhelming and
I moaned and fidgeted as the
mass of padding interfered with every movement I made.
And there was another element to this double
nappy… it seemed to make me feel even more babyish than
I did already…
Because they were so
overwhelmingly cumbersome and restrictive, I kept
wriggling and fidgeting and squirming to get
comfortable, and this made me feel so helpless. And this
feeling of helplessness was in some way a pronouncement
to Jessie that I needed her attention, I needed her to
help me and to take care of me, and if I did this in a
babyish manor then she would be even more forthcoming.
So I found myself whimpering and wriggling, and
kicking my legs in a very babyish manor to make Jessie
look after me more, if she saw that I felt helpless just
like a baby, she would come to my rescue and attend to
After jessie had done her
usual checks and adjustments, (something she learnt from
Auntie Caroline no doubt). She leant down and gave me a
kiss on my tummy and pronounced that I was done.
raised my arms for her to hug me and she responded, and
then lifted me off of the changing table.
It took a
few seconds to regain my balance, because it’s quite
difficult to stand when your posture is altered that
much, and Jessie must of been aware because she held my
hand to support me.
Then carefully and slowly,
Jessie led me from my nursery, down the stairs and into
the living room.
She led me over to
the sofa and sat down on it, pulling me along with her.
I nestled down on her lap and we settled, my nappy
rustling loudly as usual.
Jessie waited for me
to fully settle before putting her arms around me and
sighing contentedly, and I couldn’t have been happier. I
snuggled into Jessie’s lap with the biggest smile on my
I felt like the cat that got the cream, but I
also felt disappointed in myself, for if ever there was
a perfect moment to tell Jessie how I felt about her it
was then. But I just couldn’t, I was too scared, what if
I was wrong?
Jessie lovingly ran her
fingers through my hair and patted my huge nappied
bottom with her other hand, the patting sounds were
muffled by the thickness of my nappy.
soppy and cuddly and babyish… I was in heaven.
I think that that moment was quite possibly the happiest
I’d ever been in my entire life!
Here I was, lying
on the lap of the girl I loved. She had her arms around
me, and was cuddling me, and had not only dressed up in
lingerie especially for me but had undressed for me too!
She was taking care of me, dressing me and feeding me,
looking after me and protecting me.
She had control
over me and now she was holding me close to her, keeping
me safe, and keeping me hers!
I felt so safe
and protected and loved all at once, and I never wanted
it to change. I wanted to be Jessie’s baby forever.
I sighed contentedly again and snuggled
closer to her, bringing my knees up and curling into a
ball. Jessie put her hands under my bottom and pulled me
closer, her fingers pressing into the padding of my
nappy. I was practically purring I was so happy.
Then an incredible thing happened… Feeling so contented
and babyish as I did, I suddenly had a really strong
urge to suckle. I didn’t have my dummy so without giving
it a second thought I slipped my thumb into my mouth and
then, quite innocently, and without realising what I was
doing, I rested my head against Jessie’s chest and
placed my other hand on her breast!
The fabric of
her top was smooth and shiny and I slowly began to
squeeze and caress her breast as I sucked my thumb.
And then incredibly, Jessie very gently
pulled me aside, pulled the zip down on the front of her
top and took it off!
I leaned back in shock, looking
at her black lacy bra, and to my absolute astonishment,
she then reached around behind her, unclipped her bra
and slipped it off too!
I sat there, completely
stunned, staring at Jessie’s pert breasts right in front
of me in all their glory.
And then, without
saying a word, she pulled my thumb from
my mouth, and
lifting one of her breasts guided my mouth to it.
I opened my mouth and encircled my lips around her
nipple and began to suckle, letting out a long soft moan
of pleasure. I closed my eyes, and placing my hand on
her other breast gently caressed it.
It was an
incredible moment! And it all happened so naturally.
And because It was Jessie who’d instigated it, I felt
again safe and secure, it was her choice, she wanted me
to know that she was here to look after me and care for
me, and if that included suckling on her breasts then it
was her duty to oblige.
I never thought that I
could have loved her more until that moment. She had
given herself to me! Shown how utterly devoted she
was to me.
I was lost in the moment!
I pressed my face deeper into her breast, taking in as
much of her nipple as I could, my tongue swirling and
sucking, my fingers caressing and groping.
breast wasn’t giving out any milk but that didn’t
matter, I was her baby and that’s all I wanted to be. I
was wearing nappies and I was suckling at her breast.
I was hers and no one else’s.
of babyishness increased now I was at Jessie’s breast. I
began to let out soft little baby noises as I suckled, I
could feel my nappies on me, rustling, crinkling, the
mountain of padding slipping and sliding against the
insides of my legs, filling the space. I was her baby. I
was just where I wanted to be. I was hers and she was
mine. I wanted her to change me, dress me, bathe me, put
me to bed and feed me. I needed her so much and she was
there to do all those things willingly because I was
hers. I belonged to her, I was her baby!
But my utter contentment was also my downfall, for as
had happened so many times before, deep feelings of
relaxation and contentment always seem to make me
sleepy, and so of course my time on Jessie’s lap at her
breast soon came to an end closely followed by Jessie
putting me to bed.
When I awoke the
next morning I’d woken up a lot earlier than usual. I
think it was down to the level of feelings and emotions
from the day before. I was still on a high.
The house was silent, the only noises were the birds
tweeting their dawn chorus and the rustling of my nappy.
I lay there in my cot, going over the
events from yesterday in my mind…
My shock at
having Jessie spank me and the greater shock of suckling
on her breast while she sat there in just her underwear
still fresh in my mind, and as I thought about it my
penis began to stiffen again, and the urge to touch
myself grew as much as my penis did.
did I know that there was still one more element to my
baby regime that Jessie had yet to learn!
To be continued…
Written by Billy Blaze
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