THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION IT BEARS NO RESEMBLANCE TO REAL LIFE OR MY OWN MANNER OF LIVING.

 

A LIFE IN THE COUNTRY.

 

HI, my name is Paul I am ten years old and life is HELL at the moment and has been this last couple of weeks.

My Dad has just got himself this really good job in Saudi-Arabia, Putting sand in Egg-Timers and the wages were so good he decided to let our house here in Derby for two years and send me to live with an Aunt that lives in the Cotswolds.

Mum too has decided to go with him because she gets a good wage for holding the Funnel for Dad while he puts the Sand in.

So as I say the house is in chaos, getting ready for the new lettees and storing valuables away and getting my stuff ready to go to Auntie’s.

Comes the day and off we go to drop me off at Auntie’s all scrubbed up and dressed in a pure white short sleeved shirt and white cotton shorts, ankle sock and Sandals.

I feel quite swanky and toffee nosed, after all we are the rich relatives and must be posher than Auntie after all We lived in the City and Auntie only lives in a small country cottage.

I ask you, how neive can one get, but remember I am only Ten years of age. And quite the arrogant young snob.

A little about Auntie now if I may.

She lives just outside the small village of Little Wallop near the town of Tansfield and her Cottage comes straight out of a chocolate box picture.

Two stories, thatch roof, Roses round the door, Tudor Beams and black and white painted stucco. A real picture postcard of a Cottage.

This was typical of the area and all looked very peaceful and laid back.

But under the surface dwelt a Dragon of monstrous proportions in the name of Auntie Mabel.

I only ever remember her once before and she looked so nice and smelled of Lavender, I was about Five at the time and she liked to sit me on her lap and cuddled me, I felt very 'special' the way she spoke of me to my parents and the 'pennies' she left me to buy some sweets later (candy to you). But that was the last time I had seen her. Now here we were approaching her gate and there she was standing waiting to greet us.

She welcomed us all and kissed me with a big sloppy kiss, not at all the way a big boy like me wants to be treated. Still time to get her round to my ways later, I inwardly thought.

We sat and had a picnic in the garden it was such a nice day and I sat next to Aunty, and, while the adults talked and made arrangements about me Aunty had her hand on my bare thigh, gently circling her fingers round and round, up and, down, sometimes using her finger tips other times using her palm and gently squeezing my soft inner thigh higher and higher, it felt great, but it made me feel 'babyish' but I didn't want it to stop so I just sat there smiling and getting on with my dinner.

By the time all was finished and my parents got up to leave, as we stood up I noticed that the leg of my shorts had been worked right up my thigh almost to my groin, I hurriedly pulled it down to its proper length and followed them to the car. We said our good-byes and I couldn't wait for them to go so that I could settle down and work my way round Aunty so that I could do anything I wanted, and winge until I got my own way over things.

OH yes, was I going to have a ball.

"Now you be a good boy for Aunty Mabel and we will write to you often so don't think we have forgotten you Son" and he gave me a big kiss.

"EEUK Dad" I said

"I'm too big for kissing like that”, he laughed.

Mum gave me a hug and a peck then got into the car.

"Good-bye Mabel, I know you will take good care of him but don't stand for no nonsense. Give him a good smacked bottom when he needs it, it will keep him in line. Goodbye" and, with that they drove off leaving me with Aunty.

"Come on in Paul" she said holding my hand and urging me indoors.

Inside it was just like stepping back in time everything was shiny with polish the furniture was soft and luxurious and despite its 'olde worlde' appearance it had all mod cons.

There was a big television, a computer set up on its own desk, a phone a great looking Hi-Fi and tape deck, 'Christ' I thought have I fallen on my feet or what? I was overjoyed at the possibilities.

Aunt took me on a tour of the house always holding my hand like as if I was a tiny boy instead of a big ten year old, still don't knock it I thought.

"This is where you will sleep to-night Paul ". Aunty said showing me into a small box like room, it only had room for a small bed and a chair beside it, no wardrobe or desk or anything. I was dead disappointed. Maybe I can work on her to do better than that after all there was four bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs.

"Your real bedroom is not quite ready, so this is only for tonight " she said sweetly.

Gosh. I was so relieved, no need to work on her then, she has it all 'sussed out' already.

She left all my stuff upstairs and we went downstairs and did a tour of the house and grounds, they were quite extensive, and then it struck me, there was MONEY here and I must do my best to put it to my good use. (TEEE HEEE I laughed inwardly).

Little did I realise that within the space of that same afternoon my life would change so dramatically I would never be the same again?

A New World was to open for me that would change my life forever.

After a mooch around the garden answering all sorts of questions about school and my homelife etc. Aunty decided we had better go in and wait for her to get tea ready.

"Come over here and sit with me Paul. I think its time we laid down a couple of ground rules for how we mean to carry on. Don't You"?

I went over and she sat me on her lap, I protested but she told me quietly to 'SIT' and I felt I had better do so.

There I sat she had one arm round my back and her hand on the seat of my shorts and as before her other hand rested on my bare thigh high up on my leg.

"Well Paul. There is only one important rule here and that is You must obey me in EVERYTHING, all you have to do is behave yourself and do just as you are told and you will be fine."

She patted my bare thigh, which was now bare right up to my groin again.

"Now do you understand that?" she said somewhat sternly.

"Yes Aunty" I replied thinking, ( oh yes..not bloody likely).

"That's another thing as your going to be here a couple of years at least. You had better call me 'MUMMY'"

"No way" I blurted out.

"Your NOT my Mum and that's it " and I tried to get up off her lap intending to stand up defiant before her and tell her what I thought of her ideas.

'SLAP' she went right across my ear hole.

'SLAP' across the other ear hole.

I yelped at the first and cried out in pain at the other.

By this time she had dragged me face down across her knee and with one hand firmly holding me down on my back she began smacking the bare leg just below my shorts.

'SMACK, Smack,smack' she went.

"WHAT'S MY NAME PAUL?” she shouted then.

'SMACK,Smack,smack' she continued on the other thigh.

I was bucking and screaming by this time. Partly in defiance partly in pain from the viscous smacks on my bare legs.

"OOOH. Please stop Auntie, I will be a good boy I promise.OOH,OUCH,OOH.Please MUM--- Aunty please stop smacking me" I sobbed still defiant and refusing to call her Mummy.

"SMACK,SMACK,SMACK.SMACK she went till finally I gave in.

"OOCH, OWW, Sorry Aunt..MUMMY I will be good I promise. I will call You MUMMY, OUCH,OOOH, No more please. I am so sorry MUMMY please stop".

Finally she stopped

"Good" she said sternly.

"Just you remember that, NOT MUM,NOT MA but MUMMY, you understand?"

"Yes Mummy" I snivelled

"Yes Mummy, I will remember" and I sank to the floor crying my eyes out. This wasn't how I thought it was going to be.

How wrong I was, as you will see.

"Don't forget, every time you’re naughty or don't do as your told that what you will get. A good hard SPANKING" she emphasised as she prodded my sobbing body with a strong finger.

"Now get up and sit on the couch and watch Telly till tea time". and off she went to get tea. Leaving me a sobbing wreck on the couch.

I just sat there feeling very sorry for myself, I didn't put the Telly on, and I just sat there grizzling like a big soft baby.

"Come on Paul Love, Teas ready, come and get it" her voice was back to being pleasant as if nothing had happened.

I shuffled my way into the dining room where a lovely spread of Salmon Salad,bread & butter and a large Trifle was laid out on the table.

There were two seats prepared but they were both side by side at the table, I wondered why they were not either side facing each other, I was soon to learn.

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and comforted me.

"There now Paul its all over now, come and sit next to me and eat some of the lovely tea I have prepared.OK Dear?" she said guiding me to one of the chairs.

"Yes Aun--- sorry. Yes Mummy" I replied and we sat down to eat.

It was a grand feast and by the time tea was over we were chatting and giggling together as if we had been together for ages. But I found out why we sat side by side.

It was so that she (Mummy from now on) could caress and play with my legs as we sat. She would eat her tea with one hand and caress and stroke me with the other.

I tried to shift my leg at one stage but she "Growled" just like a dog might if you approached it. It was a very low 'growl' but I knew it meant trouble for me if I moved my leg, so I quickly put it well within her reach.

"That's better" she muttered chewing on a sandwich of lettuce and salmon.

She continued but now got a bit more forceful, she actually pushed my shorts leg right up tight against my groin and began smacking my bare thigh slightly, it didn't actually hurt enough to make me cry out but it was hard enough to make me squirm as much as I dare.

"OOH Mummy" Isaid as politely as I could.

"It hurts Mummy when you do it hard, please don't hurt me will you Mummy" I put on my most babyish voice hoping it would please her. It did for she went back to stroking and squeezing my inner thigh telling me how 'soft and smooth' it felt. and telling me to be good while she was loving me.

That's how she put it. she called all these thing 'loving me'. I learned a lot about her 'loving me' things very quickly I am afraid.

After tea we botch washed up then went for another stroll in the garden.

She began to chase me and once she caught me she would tickle me, at first it was over my clothes, then she began to push me to the ground and push her hand up my shirt and tickle and rub me there, I enjoyed these games and soon forgot the spanking, then she began slipping her hand up inside my shorts and tickling my groin and the base of my tummy, I rolled, I bucked and I wriggled but she didn't stop till I was helpless with laughter, then she scooped me up and after sitting on a garden bench she sat me on her lap and began kissing me all over my face and neck, I objected at first then I began to enjoy it and began to respond by kissing her back.

After a few minutes like this she leaned back and we just sat there cuddling each other.

A short while after she decided it was time for my bath and bed.

She stood me up in front of her and started removing my shirt, I pulled her hand away and said cheekily.

"I can undress myself.Thank you very much. I am ten years old you know"

THAT WAS IT. Had I made a mistake or 'what'.

Mummy grabbed me and dragged me across her lap,once in position she pulled my shorts legs up as far as they would go exposing half my bottom cheeks and began spanking me really hard, and as she did she told me just how she felt about my out burst.

'Smack,smack,smack. she went slapping the top of my thighs with her large and powerful hand.

"How dare you tell ME what you can do or what you can't do".

SLAP.SLAP. she continued with me wriggling and fidgeting trying to get away from the pain of the smacks on my bare legs.

"OOH.Mummy" I pleaded.

"OOCH, Mummy I am sorry I didn't mean to be rude,OOWCH,OOH,Please Mummy Please NO MORE" it fell on deaf ears, she continued spanking me.

"In future my lad" she shouted.

"I will be the one who undresses you,I will be the one who dresses you and I will be the one who bathes you"

SMACK,SMACK,SMACK.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT BOY" she yelled.

"OOOH<OUCH<OOOH<owww Yes Mummy " I tried to convince her that I understood and finally the nightmare spanking ended with my bare legs looking like beetroot and stinging like hell.

She stood me up in front of her and I was snivelling and grizzling with tears streaming down my face looking very sorry for myself.

"Its your own fault" she said stroking my thighs right up inside my shorts and squeezing my bottom cheeks.

"All you have to do is BEHAVE yourself and DO AS YOUR TOLD, then all will be fine,do you not understand something as simple as that?" continuing stroking and squeezing my legs and bottom.

"Yes Mummy" I timidly replied, hoping she wasn't going to start smacking me again,and ,being absolutely certain in my mind never to annoy her again.(fat chance).

Mummy the undressed me, first my shirt and vest,then she sat me on her lap and took off my sandals and socks.

Standing me up again she took hold of the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down slowly,her eyes were fixed on my shorts as they came down and what they revealed.

I was now naked except for a very brief pair of underpants.

"Hands on your head Paul" she said in a voice that had to be obeyed.

I put my hands on my head feeling very shay and embarrassed at this point, it didn't seem to be a normal undressing it seemed more like a floor show.

Down came my pants revealing my little Willie and balls for he to lick her lips over.

"Turn round Paul"

And she guided me with her hands turning me first this way then another, I 'tut tutted' but this only go me a sharp smack on my bare bottom,which told me to 'shut up' before she got more angry.

She looked and stroked my body all over,not an inch was left that hadn't been caressed ,patted or smelled by the time she sat back and admired me standing naked in front of her.

"Oh my lord" I thought whatever next.This isn't how I thought it was going to be, I thought I was going to be able to get away with murder and wrap my Aunt round my little finger.

I began to feel strange while she was caressing my body and I felt myself getting hard, my usually soft little Willie began to stiffen up and get erect.

Mummy noticed it to and said, moving her hand and fingers to clasp and manipulate it,making it stiffer still.

"OOOH, Paul you do need a little help with this don't you, its quite cute but it needs taking in hand by Mummy" and she began to stroke it between her finger and thumb till it was as stiff and rigid as it was in the mornings sometimes when I woke.

I squirmed a few times and once moved my hands from my head to prevent her playing with me, but there came that 'growl' she used and I quickly put them back on my head and tried to keep still even though her fingers were driving me wild.

All of a sudden my body 'bucked' uncontrollably and I jerked all over the place. I was terrified at what she might do, but surpassing enough she just sat back and laughed and laughed.

"OH, that was great little Paulikins. I am so glad your so sensitive there,we will have a great deal of fun with you now I know that you climax 'dry', just you wait and see."

I was so embarrassed, but what did she mean 'WE' were going to have fun with me. I was suddenly more afraid than I had been in my life before.Something was going to happen that I didn't understand and I knew instinctively I wouldn't like it.

Mummy stooped down and hoisted me onto her shoulder and slapping my bare bottom as she rose she said.

"Right Ho little man its time for your bath" and with that she carried me over her shoulder smacking my bottom a little smack with every step.

Entering the bathroom she deposited me on the floor and began to draw water for my bath, I felt very embarrassed by this but I knew it was pointless to complain.

"Come on sunshine I'll wash your hair while were waiting for the bath to fill up."

She grabbed me and stuck my head over the sink and began shampooing my head, washing and rinsing until it and my face were spotless.

The bath was now ready and after testing the water she picked me up and laid me down in it making sure only my face was above water she began to rub soap all over my body, I had to turn over a few times but she was most thorough about getting every little nook and cranny well washed.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head" she said tersely.

I stood up totally at her mercy again and my Willie was beginning to get hard again with her constant washing as I lay down. and, now standing up it seemed more exited by it and totally beyond my control.Mummy then made sure her hands were good and soapy and she began washing me with her fingers poking and probing as they massaged all over my body she kept coming back to my willie and keeping it erect also she slid her fingers between my bottom cheeks and fingering my hole, it was a most weird feeling, something I had never experienced before, and,it hurt when she inserted her forefinger at the entrance and gradually pushed it further in and out till it got right inside.

"OOOH..MUMMY DON'T...It HURTS"

SLAP on my thigh with her other hand.

"Don't wriggle so. You will get used to it...KEEP STILL"

SMACK,Smack,smack. she went again on the soft inside of my thigh.

I tried but it was very difficult because she was pushing in with one hand and pushing my foreskin back with the other, I had no where to go, I couldn't push forward and I couldn't push back because both hurt as bad as each other. Mummy just laughed and did it all the harder just to see if I would break down and cry or put my hands down to protect myself. But I wasn't going to get her the satisfaction.

She finally finished bathing me and after lifting me out of the bath she stood me on the table and dried me off with a towel.

After this she insisted that I go to the toilet and have a Pee. she went to hold my willie but I put my hand down and pushed her hand away.

"NOW THEN PAUL" she said sternly.

"In future I will be the one dealing with your toilet goings and comings. Remember I AM MUMMY NOT YOU" and with that she retained her grip on my willie and held it while I peed, I felt SO embarrassed.

"From now on" Mummy continued.

"You will ALWAYS ask ME if you want to go to the toilet and I will unlock the door for you and help you go to whatever it is. Pee or Poopies. I will hold your willie and wipe it off when I have don and I will wipe your bottom when you have finished you Poo's. DO YOU UNDERSTAND" she emphasised.

I now knew that my life was no longer my own. every movement or action was going to be controlled by my new MUMMY. God help me.

After the bath Mummy picked me up and carted me downstairs still completely naked and sat me on the couch in front of the Telly.

"Wait there while I make you a Cocoa for your supper " she said kindly as she went off into the kitchen.

What he didn't see was the double dose of EXlax she stirred into his Cocoa to disguise the fact that she was feeding him a strong laxative.

She came back in giving Paul his Cocoa and some Fig-roll biscuits, she was leaving nothing to chance. She knew that after he had gone to bed he would need to either call her to help him go to the toilet or he would have to 'shit' himself.

She grinned inwardly.

After his supper Mummy picked him up and took him to the small bedroom she had shown him earlier and depositing him in bed, still naked, she kissed him and said.

"Sleep tight ,don't let the bugs bite."

"BUT MUMMY,Iv'e got no pajamas on, I usually wear Pyjamas in bed.My Mum always insists on it" he waited, not sure if she was going to 'slosh' him or not.

"In future you will wear nothing in bed. you don't need it, its warm enough without. Besides you look REAL CUTE laying there in the nude, so go to sleep and lets here no more about it" she left the room and I just lay there under my covers snivelling a little and crying silently to myself thinking about the strange and painful day he had,had.

Now a word about Aunt Mabel, despite her living in an 'olde worlde' thatched Cottage she is far from being an 'old maid'.in fact she is only about 40yrs old and built like a 'brick shithouse'. very tall, at least 6ft 5ins, and as strong as a Horse. So its no surprise that she can handle Paul so easily, beside her he looks more like a five yr. old that the 10yrs that he is. Still I digress, back to the story.

Once downstairs she put on the T/V sat on the couch to enjoy her programmes, but hoping she would hear a little boys voice in distress very soon, she didn't have to wait long.

"MARMIE, I NEED the Loo, MARMIE can I have the key." a pause then.

"MUMMY IAM DESPERATE..PLEEEESE help me MUMMY MUMMY MUMMY I am nearly going OOOH, PLEEEESE OOOH,OOOH".

"OOOPS" pause."TOO LATE. MUMMY I am sorry REALLY SORRY but I’ve POOD myself". and an agonised wail came wafting down the stairs.

Mummy still sitting on the couch smiling to herself.

"You NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY...You should have called EARLIER, Just you wait till I get up there You will feel my hand on you bare bottom as well as having to clean up any mess you have made".

She then made her way upstairs feeling very satisfied with herself.

When she arrived and saw all the gooey filthy mess on the Lino she hit the roof.

SMACK,SMACK,SMACK, she went on the clean parts of my bare bottom.

"You will clean this mess up at once then you will get the spanking of your life"

She Stood over me while I cleaned up all the mess which was added to by me being sick a couple of times during the process.

Finally it was done.

"Get into the bathroom and stand in the bath.QUICKLY NOW.I don't want any FRESH mess before you get washed off.

I stood in the bath and Mummy got her shower hose and hosed me down until every spot was gone, then after stepping out she hurriedly dried me off and pushed me into my bedroom.

"You know what happens now don't you?" she asked scowling at me and dragging me across her lap.

"Yes Mummy" I sniffled.

"WHAT" she shouted.

"I get my bare bottom smacked for messing in the landing"

"Too right you do" and with that the spanking started.

SMACK,SMACK,SMACK. she went it stung like hell and I was wriggling and crying for her to stop.

SMACK,SMACK,SMACK, she continued until all my bare bottom and the backs of my thighs were red hot and as crimson as she could make it.

When she had finished I was marched into the bathroom and made to go to the toilet again. Nothing came and I got my ears clouted for that.

Finally I was put to bed with a warning to "CALL" her if I wanted to go again

 

 PART TWO.

 

Suddenly it was Morning, Mummy had come into my room and dragged my blankets off leaving me exposed and naked to her gaze. She laughed at my morning erection and grabbed it and still holding it took me into the bathroom.

She held it while I peed she then scrubbed my teeth and washed my face and hands just as if I was a baby, much to my embarrassment, but I wasn't going to risk making her angry, not after the spanking I got last night.

After my ablutions I was hustled down stair for breakfast.

"Mummy where are my clothes? I can't be bare like this for breakfast Can I?"

"Get on with your food Paul, I will see to your clothes after breakfast"

With that she sat down beside me eating her breakfast and as before started to pet me. She stroked my legs,ran her fingers through my hair, played with my willie and chatted about all sorts, it was incredible.

How could she be two different people like that. I was too young and innocent to realise that when she was strict and dominating she was 'role-playing'. and ,that the real her was the cuddly,gentle woman I was seeing now.

After breakfast was cleared away Mummy sat on the couch with me on her lap, we cuddled and she held my face and kissed me on the lips she kept trying to get me to open my mouth by pushing her tongue between my lips finally fearing I might change her mood I complied and found it most enjoyable.

After a little while being cuddled and kissed Mummy decided it was time to get going.

"Off you come my little treasure" she said,rising,and,lifting me up on her shoulder.

"Time we got about our business" she said jokeily, as she carried me up to the locked room she said wasn't ready last night.She took the key from over the door (a place, like the toilet door, which I couln't reach) and, opened the door, and, stood me down in front of her.

I was flebberghasted-it was a complete Nursery.

There was a Cot a big changing table and tables and chairs all in Nursery style colours and sizes. On closer inspection I noticed that the Cot,Changing table and High chair had 'ties' at the corners so that the occupant could be restrained.

There was also a Wash Basin,a Potty,a bath,toy horse, and, other toys in the room and cupboards that might contain goodness knows what.

I was totally gob-smacked.

I looked up at Mummy who was looking down at me grinning.

"Well. Paul. How do you like your new bedroom?"

I was horrified.

"After the mess in the passage last night I thought you might as well be treated as a toddler if your going to behave like one" she laughed a little then.

"From now on your going to be my LITTLE BABY BOY, and, don't think you can change my mind. No amount of pleading or making a fuss will help you"

"MUMMY Please don't make me do this. I will be good I promise" and I cried out, tears streaming down my face as I flung my arms around her trying to change her mind.

I was too neive to realise that this room had taken weeks to prepare, apparently Aunt Mabel had known two months before I came that this was going to happen.

Mum and Dad had to sort it out with her long before they could accept their new jobs that were offered. So this was a long thought out plan right from the moment she had said "Yes" to my living with her for two years. I was well and truly scuppered.

Laughing Mummy picked me up and took me and sat me on the table,her hands gently rubbing and squeezing my thighs as she spoke to me.

"I am going to turn you into a little 4yr old and you are going to behave like one." she paused, tilted my chin so that our eyes met.

"If you don't then I am afraid that you are going to find life VERY VERY HARD so you had better get used to it, after all you seem to like 'cuddles' a lot and IF your a good little 4yr old then there will be plenty of them".

As she continued to caress my legs and thighs I began to examine the room more carefully.

On one wall there was a shelf and on this were several jars and tubes of stuff and powders of different brands,but, it what was hung 'below' that struck me more forcefully.

Hanging on hooks attached to the shelf were Paddles of different sizes and straps of different widths and lengths and two wooden backed hairbrushes, all these things made me shiver.

"OH So you have noticed my punishment rack have you my little pet?" she sniggered as she said.

"Now you know what happens to 'naughty little boys' in this house so-WATCH IT" and she emitted a loud cruel laugh slapping my thighs with her large hands.

"OWW,OOOHH. Mummy please don't smack me I will be good honest I will" I snivelled and laid my head forward onto her chest.

"I will be your little baby if you want me to but,PLEASE MUMMY don't hurt me with those things over there, I will be VERY VERY good I promise"

She scooped me up and held me in the crook of her arm just like one would with a small infant and took me for a look around the room.

She showed me the pictures on the wall, obviously drawn to her specifications because one was of Bart Simpson naked except for this thick terry towel nappy sitting on Homers lap being fed with a baby’s feeding bottle, another picture featured Bart sitting still in his nappy in his high chair being spoon fed by his Mum Marge from a bowl of some sort, the last Homer one shows Bart stark naked on a table while Marge opens his legs and Lisa his sister was powdering his privates and Barts face was crimson with embarrassment.

On the other wall there was a picture of Noddy naked except for his hat with the bell on being lifted out of a bath by Mr Plod the policeman and going to put him on a changing table with nappy,powder and Crapoline all ready to use. The next Picture was of Noddy all ready dressed in a thick towelling nappy that peeked out of his large rubber knickers which had Disney characters all over them. His only other attire was a little red shirt that only came to his waist and Mr Plod was taking him to play in his little car.

The last Noddy Picture shows Mr Plod sat in an armchair with Noddy laying across his lap face up and Mr Plod is holding up a smelly wet nappy that he had just removed from a very messy pongy Noddy.Whose face showed him to be sobbing with shame and embarrassment.

The Wallpaper in the room had Elves and Fairies and Gnomes as its motif and altogether it was a complete Nursery for a very little boy.

"Do you like your new bedroom" said Mummy and I nodded knowing it was pointless doing anything else.

I was trapped, I was her new little baby and I knew I had better get used to it, and, decided to make the best of it.

She stood me down and picked up a large plastic 'potty'.

"Come on Paul. Might as well empty you out before you get dressed in your nappy"

She put the potty in my hands and made me hold it against myself so that she could hold my willie and direct my pee into the pot. She playe4d around with it a bit and finally got some results and I peed into the pot, then with a tissue she dried off the end and tossed this into the potty.

Then after emptying it down the toilet she lifted me onto the table, this time she laid me on my back with my arms above my head and my legs wide apart and just one word.

"Still" she said menacingly and poked her finger at me so that I knew exactly what and who she meant.

She then opened a cupboard and took out a large thick nappy and laid it half under me so that half was under my back and the rest dangled over the edge of the table between my wide open legs. Next she crossed to the shelf and got some Talcum Powder and the Crapoline and brought them over to where I was and put the on the tray by the table.

First she got some Crapoline and spread the thick cream over my privates concentrating on my willie to make it stiff then lifted up my legs and creamed my bottom cheeks, it was a lovely cool feeling, I began to enjoy these new sensations.

Then came the Talc, she liberally powdered my groin and privates making sure I was well anointed then pulled up the nappy between my legs, she pulled it up tight so that the cheeks of my bottom were just peeping out of the nappy legs. She then pinned the nappy tightly in two places each side then satisfied she stood me up and got a little blouse with two buttons in the front leaving my neck fully exposed, but it only came down to the top of my nappy and as I lifted my arms it rose up even further so that you could see my chest just below my nipples.

I wondered if it was worth putting on but Mummy seemed pleased with the result,then she sat me down and put a pair of lace topped ankle socks followed by a little pair of felt moccasin type slip-ons.

"Don't you look CUTE" she cried hugging me to her chest.

"Time to go downstairs little Paul" she said, with a strange look in her eye and an odd tone to her voice.

She carried me downstairs and I got my second shock of the morning.

We were no longer ALONE.

There waiting at the bottom of the stairs was a tall lady and three little girls all grinning and giggling at me in my new clothes.

"OH isn't he DELIGHTFULL" the Lady said asking Mummy to pass me to her.

Mummy passed me over to the lady saying.

"This is your Aunty Jane, she is my best friend so just you do everything she tell you, DO YOU UNDERSTAND" she said with that same menace in her voice.

"Yes Mummy" I replied meekly.

"Hello Aunty Jane" I simpered and kissed her cheek.

"Now the girls. They have been dying to meet you and have stayed with Aunty Jane till after you arrived.

"This is Tammy she is eleven and your cousin,my daughter so she is your Aunty too, say hello Paul"

"Hello Aunty Tammy" I said feeling very rebellious at having to call her 'Aunty' she was after all only a year older than me, although she was bigger by quite a bit.

"This little cherub is Lucy she is seven and also my Daughter so you must call her Aunty Lucy as well"

"No Mummy.Please don't make me call them AUNTY Co's there only kids like me.

Everybody laughed.

"OH NO" said Mummy.

"Its YOU that the kid, its you that's the four year old and you had better not forget it otherwise your new AUNTIES might give you a spanking for not being respectful"

I was horrified.

They all laughed at me and my horror at being the BABY of them all.

"What about ME" a little voice piped up."Tell him about ME I'm an Aunty too aren’t I Mummy said didn't you Mummy" she cried looking up at Aunty Jane expectantly.

"Of course you are my dear. Of course you are" patting her head with her free hand.

Mummy took me back from Aunty Jane who looked a bit disappointed at losing her little bundle of joy.

"This is your AUNTY Sarah Paul, and she is eight yrs old on Wednesday so make sure you behave yourself because she and I will Baby-sit you sometimes and Aunty Sarah might get cross with you if your not a good boy for her".Again everybody but me laughed.

"Hello Aunty Sarah" I mumbled sadly.

"Well then. lets go into the living room and see how busy you have all been.

Everybody tittered and looked at me and nudged each other.

We entered the room and I was shocked and frightened at the changes that the four of them had made whilst I was upstairs in the Nursery.

There in the corner was a big Play-pen with toys and soft toys and stuff. Near it was a changing table and on a shelf its necessary items, powder,Crapoline,pins and nappy's etc.

By the couch in the centre of the room was a High Chair slightly bigger than normal, and, as upstairs a large plastic potty.

A rack with towels and washing items were on one wall next to a jug and basin for water.

I was so gob-smacked I PEED MYSELF.

"OOERRGGH" Mummy exclaimed.

"Dirty little boy.you know what your going to get NOW DON'T YOU"

She dumped me down on the changing table and roughly stripped off my panties and wet diaper, slapping my bottom as it became bare.

"Can I change him" said Aunty Jane pleadingly.

"NO.Can I PLEEESSEE Mummy. Let me change him, I have got to learn Mummy haven’t I?" cried out Tammy looking very sweetly at Mummy.hoping this would persuade her.

"No." said Mummy firmly.

"Tammy you can clean him up and dry him while you other two girls open his legs wide so that Tammy can use the BabyWipes and Crapoline to clear him up."

The girls rushed to do their jobs and I was pushed down on my back,my hands pushed up over my head and the two girls grabbed an ankle each and split me wide open.

Tammy got a wash cloth and washed all my body from belly button to knees getting the other two to shift me around so that she could get at all the nooks and crannies.

Then she dried me off with a towel, put Crapoline all over my bottom and spent a long time greasing up my willie and ball-bag. Followed by a liberal sprinkling of Talc. much to everybody's delight.

"Can I put his Nappy on Mabel" Aunt Jane asked.

"No Jane dear he must learn NOT to wet his nappy without permission so he is going to sit in his high chair,just as he is, and Sarah can feed him his dinner with a baby spoon"

I was grabbed by Mummy and despite my protests which earned me a hard smack on my bottom before she sat me down in my high chair and fastened me in.

There were 'ties' on the arms and on the legs of the chair and my wrists were fastened to the arms one to each and my legs wide apart to the leg ties. I was helpless and fully exposed sitting there in only my little shirt and socks.My mules had got taken off when I was washed by Tammy so there I sat feeling VERY VERY ashamed and embarrassed both at Peeing myself and worse having the little girls tend to my needs.

Mummy went into the kitchen followed by Aunty Jane to get my Baby Dinner ready.

What I didn't know was that Mummy had melted a chunk of Laxative chocolate into the chocolate pudding and stirred it all round in the bowl. She returned just in time to see Lucy with her hand pulling my penis and rubbing it up and down while the other two sat watching and giggling quietly so that the grown ups couldn't hear.

"Stop that now girls its time for his dinner and seeing as you were taking such good care of him Lucy, YOU can be the one to feed him"

Lucy jumped up and took the bowl and spoon and sat in front ready to start feeding me.

"AAAW. MUMMY you said I could do it"

"Be quiet I have changed my mind so unless you want a spanking like Paul is going to get at bedtime then I suggest you BUTTON IT".

Sarah did just that. She sat on the couch and sulked.

Lucy had a whale of a time firstly feeding me with spoonful after spoonful of the chocolate pudding, so fast indeed that I clamped my teeth together at one stage because my mouth was so full I was gagging, but, Aunty Jane seeing this nipped my nose between her finger and thumb making me gasp for breath, the seemed to think tat this was funny and both of them laughed at my efforts to keep up with the spoon feeding being hurried on until I was actually sick over my high chair table.

Sarah was the only one who didn't think it funny she just sulked and sulked.

"OOH-you DIRTY DIRTY little boy" Lucy shouted at me

"You will pay for that by cleaning the mess up first then you will sit on your potty for a whole hour with your hands on your head and if you take them off or fidget your going straight to bed with a smacked bottom." she was really cross but I couldn't help but get the feeling she intended me to throw up my food by speedily force feeding me. But I couldn't protest because she was in charge at that time.

So I was roughly dragged out of the high chair and given a cloth and a basin and forced to clean up my high chair until it was spotless. This was helped on with a few slaps across the backs of my legs by Mummy who was fed up at the mess I had made.

Then finally Lucy stripped me completely and put the potty in the middle of the play-pen and Aunt Jane lifted me and sat me on the potty, I put my hands on my head and Lucy pulled my knees apart so that I couldn't hide anything and warned me about fidgeting.

The others kept looking and inspecting me and Lucy would come over and tickle me and pinch me just so that she could shout "He keeps fidgeting MUMMY" then I would get a slap around my head from her for my pains.

During my time on the potty the rest of them sat at the table and had their dinner and after everything was cleaned away it was decided that I should have a bath and that everybody should be present and assist.

I was lifted out and slung rather unceremoniously over Mummy's shoulder and carted into the bathroom upstairs.

Quickly the bath was filled and I was plunged in to it.

Mummy went and got her camera and had decided that she would take pictures while the others bathed me. I felt both embarrassed and humiliated at being treated so.

I had imagined that this 'Babying' was going to be a very private thing between Mummy and I.But I couldn't have been more mistaken. could I?

They started washing me all over whilst I lay there helpless to their manipulations and frantic fingers, each one trying to wash my privates more than the other, I became very aroused by this and quickly got a 'stiffy'.

This pleased them all immensely and in particular Mummy who snapped pictures of my willie being manipulated and once it was tiff I was made to open my legs and show it poking out of the water. Then I was made to stand up with my hands on my head and my feet wide apart so that could continue bathing me.

Aunty Jane got her fingers nice and soapy and whilst holding my willie and balls in one hand (Much to the annoyance of Sarah & Tammy) she was washing and probing the crease between my bottom cheeks, she kept sliding her hand up and down the crease then slowly at first she worked a finger up into my hole (anus) and slowly pushed it further and further up until her knuckles touched my cheeks, I couldn't push back to prevent her because she just squeezed and pushed back with my privates clutched in her other hand.

Once it had been deep inside me she began an in/out movement until her finger slid in and out easily, it was very uncomfortable at first but by the time it slipped in and out I was beginning to relax and try to enjoy it, but it was difficult to relax because of the others washing and kneading the other parts of my body and Mummy keep flashing off pictures of me.

Finally I was rinsed off and lifted out of the bath by Mummy.

After a very prolonged drying with everybody seeming to want a go at me I was taken downstairs (still naked) and deposited on the changing table.

"Sarah" Mummy said.

"You can put his Nappy on then when he is dressed you three children can take him to the Park for a couple of hours while Jane and I get a bit of peace.

I was horrified but I knew that protest only made them more determined to humiliate me further, but it didn't stop me from grizzeling at the thought of it.

Sarah quickly put a stop to this, she quickly stuffed a Dummy into my mouth and tied the strings behind my head so that I couldn't spit it out, I just lay there spluttering while Sarah spread Crapoline and Talcum Powder all over me then while the other two girls lifted my legs and held them apart she slipped one of those heavy towelling nappies under my bottom and pinned it up on both sides. For some reason she felt the need to let the other two add a pin each side as well as hers, this made three pins each side.

Good job there wasn't a magnetic crane about wasn't it?.

Mummy then gave Sarah the clothes I was to wear, I felt very humiliated, she had passed to Sarah, a pair of shorts in yellow polka dot design, a shirt or more of a blouse because it buttoned down the front and only came to my belly-button then some frilly edged ankle socks and finally a pair of slip on shoes which were a deep red colour and had a yellow bow on them.

So after I had been nappied she put on a pair of rubber pants that allowed the edges of the nappy to peep through and after pulling them up real high she dressed me in the clothes Mummy had given her.

It was a fine sunny day so Mummy said I didn't need a coat or anything and the girls just went out with their light Summer dresses on.

I felt totally humiliated and all my muffled protests only met with laughter from all of them as Mummy fitted a pair of Reins and gave the lead to Sarah.

"Now your in charge Sarah, take good care of our BABY" laughs from all round and because I couldn't speak I stamped my foot in defiance.

SMACK. went Sarah's hand on the back of my leg just low enough for people to see a red handprint on my thigh as I walked.

"DON'T STAMP YOU FOOT AT ME YOU NAUGHTY BOY"

Followed by another SMACK on the other leg.

So, here was I, Ten Years old and being made to go 'Walkies' like a little Baby. I hoped fervently that we didn't meet up with any of the girls friends.

That turned out to be a wasted hope as you will read.

We walked down the street to the Park with Sarah holding the reins and spiteful giving my bare legs a slap with the slack parts of the strap she was holding. The other two girls held a hand each and so I looked for all the world like a Big Soft Kid.

OH, The humiliation, people kept looking at me and smirking often looking back once they had passed, other children kept calling me names and making scathing remarks which brought salt tears to my eyes, but the girls relentlessly walked through the main shopping street to get to the Park.

At last we entered the gate and went into the grassy area and the girls began to run around dragging me behind them, with Sarah goading me forward faster and faster with her strap. As expected by them I fell over and lay there in a heap.

Immediately they all piled in on me and began tickling and pinching me all over, my blouse was pulled up and my tummy and sides were roughly tickled and my shorts legs were pulled up to show the rubber pants and bits of nappy for all to view.

By this time there were several people of all ages had come to see what was going on and to laugh at my antics as I got assaulted by the girls searching fingers.

Then the inevitable happened.

I PEED myself, all this tickling had made me lose control of my bladder and I drenched my nappy and even trickled some down the backs of my legs.

OH, what a howl of protest from the girls.

OH, what a howl of derision from the4 spectators.

OH,OH,OH, what a flush of my cheeks with embarrassment from ME.

"GOD" I thought in panic.

"Where do we go from here?" I wondered.

They stopped tickling me and dragged me into a standing position and looked at me all bedraggled and wide legged from trying to keep the wet nappy from rubbing my inner thighs and legs. Tears of shame just ran down my cheeks and dribble ran from the corners of my mouth escaping from the dummy still tightly stuffed in my mouth.

I felt absolutely wretched. I couldn't wait to get home and get dried even though I knew I would be in serious trouble, anything was better than being in a wet nappy and being scoffed at by all these sneering onlookers.

"Just you wait till MUMMY sees you" the girls all said in unison.

"I wouldn't like to be YOUR bottom when she's finished with it" they continued.

"We are going to get a drink so you can stay like that till we get home" they and all the onlookers laughed and giggled as we walked towards the small Cafe further in the Park. There were only the Three girls and myself as we went and sat at a Table outside the serving hatch.

They got themselves a nice large Coke and an Ice Cream to go with it. I got a small jelly in a dish with a spoon.

As they enjoyed theirs I was forced to sit on one of the slatted chairs that were around the table, it was most uncomfortable, I writhed and squirmed in my by now cold squishy nappy, until Sarah told me to "Sit STILL".

After they had finished their refreshments it was my turn.

Sarah took out my dummy and picked up the little spoon for the Jelly.

"Here you are Lucy. You can feed him if you like". Sarah said passing her the spoon and the jelly dish.

I was gob-smacked. I did at least think I would be allowed to eat my own jelly, but ,no, here was Lucy offering a spoonful to me as if I was six months old.

I was force fed the jelly by Lucy who deliberately let some fall on my shirt and shorts. My face was awash with juices from the jelly which was very soft anyway and, by the time she had finished I was a real mess.

"TUT-TUT-TUT" said Lucy, giving my bare leg a slap which made me yelp and attracted more attention to me.( as if I needed that).

"Mummy will know how to deal with you when we get home, especially when we tell her how naughty you have been what with all that swearing and foot stamping you did because you had to have jelly" she smirked as she said this, and Sarah giggled.

"But I didn't swear or stamp my feet. Please don't tell Mummy I did those things PLEEEEAAASE"

They both laughed.

"Mummy will believe us not you so TOUGH." Lucy said spitefully and gave both my bare legs another slap.

"OOH, OUCH. Please No more. I will be good I promise" I pleaded.

“Well, you just be a good little boy and do as we tell you and I won’t tell Mummy how naughty you have been.”

“But I haven’t been a naughty boy, I have done everything you told me. Haven’t I?”

Sarah smacked my bare leg again high up on the top of my thigh.

Lucy did the same on the other leg.

I yelped, but made no further comment as it would have earned me more smacks.

So, there I sat, a dejected figure with a cold wet nappy which squiggled and squelched as I sat, and, reddy coloured sore legs with little finger marks right up to my thigh tops. I felt wretched and alone in this new harsh environment.

“Right” said Sarah.

“Lets get going and have a little walk around till its time to go home” she continued.

We got down and they both took a hand and ran with me into the green grassy area of the park. They thought it was hilarious, but I was not only embarrassed by the onlookers I was having a job to keep my balance from the speed they were going.

Finally they came to a halt near some low bushes and , I was sat down unceremoniously by the girls making my nappy rub against my crutch and bottom which by now was very sore from the soggy nappy.

Then they began to tickle me, they stripped off my shirt,then my shoes and socks and holding me down on my back on the grass they began in earnest to tickle all the most tender spots they could find.

I bucked and cried out but this only made them more inventive, whilst one was tickling me the other started to squeeze and pinch my thighs and legs to make me screech with pain against the attempt to laugh and giggle at the tickling.

Talk about Cache 22. I was all over the place, rolling and squirming and making my cold nappy rub all over my already sore bottom.

All this noise and activity caused three children who were not far away to come and investigate the row. On rounding the bushes they emitted a howl of derision and recognition, they were two friends of Lucy’s and on of their brother’s.

“Hello Lucy. What’s all this then” and they all three sat down to watch.

“This is our new ‘baby’ brother Sarah explained.

“And were looking after him in the park for Mummy”

“He’s such a naughty little baby, look he has wetted himself”

With that she pulled my shorts off and showed them my wet nappy.

I felt totally humiliated but knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I just sat there feeling wet and wretched.

“But he’s a big boy” said James the boy with them.

“OH no he’s not, he is just a little baby boy who’s WET HIS NAPPY” and laughed, slapping the inside of my bare thigh and making me yelp and rub my sore leg while they all pissed themselves laughing at me.

“Can we smack him” said Barbara the biggest of the two girls.

I shuddered at the thought.

“Er- No I think his Mummy might be cross with US if we just let anybody smack him..but you can all tickle him if you like”.

I was grabbed by Sarah who pulled my arms up over my head, while Lucy grabbed my ankles and pulled them down straight and outwards.

I was like a big cross, held down and helpless.

The other three lost no time in grabbing and tickling and pinching me all over while I squirmed and wriggled as best as I could in my position.

Barbara got in a few sly smacks on my bare legs but neither of my ‘Auntie’s’ seemed to notice.

They had me going so hyper that after a few minutes I went “WHOOSH”

I had messed myself.

The reaction was immediate.

All of them stood away from me holding their noses shouting out loud enough for anybody to hear.

“He’s SHIT HIMSELF. Ooogrh, he stinks rotten”

Then Sarah grabbed my arm and pulled me into a standing position.

I just stood there tears streaming down my face with the humiliation of it my legs felt like jelly and brown coloured pee trickled down my legs.

“Were off “ cried Barbara and her friend.

But James just stood there looking amazed and intrigued as to what was going to happen next.

“I suppose we had better take him home now said Lucy” spitefully.

“I was hoping we could have a bit more fun with him first” giving me a cuff around the earhole which started me off grizzling again.

“I know” said Sarah looking evilly at me.

“We will put on his shorts then play tickling and roly-poly with him on the grass, that way he will get his shorts dirty and the Poo will get all over his legs and things”.

The others thought this was a great idea.

Then Lucy added.

“Yes, then when we get him home Mummy will be VERY cross with him and he will get his bottom smacked and smacked” she and the others all thought this was great fun.

So I was grabbed and pulled down onto the grass and after putting my shorts on over the soppy,shitty nappy I was rolled about and tickled (only the clean bits of me) until I was well and truly messed up inside my shorts, it began seeping from my nappy and brown Wee was added to by a little smelly Poo and still they weren’t happy.

I was dragged upright again and Jamie put the reins on me and using the strap of the reins to hit my calves he ran me around on the grass. Every now and again he would stop and pull back on the reins and I would flop backwards to sit hard on my soggy nappy, then the girls would join in another tickling session.

Soon however (thankfully) they decided to take me home, and, after promising Jamie that they would see him soon hopefully with me in tow they dragged me home slowly and deliberately telling me all the horrible thing they would do to me when they had me with them.

As we got to the house Mummy was waiting at the door for us, when she saw me she screamed.

“Get him round the back and strip him off by the drains. I’ll meet you round there”

With that she disappeared indoors and I was unceremoniously dragged around the backyard where a portion was paved and had a drainage grid in the centre.

I was immediately stripped and by the time Mummy got there I was standing naked with a very messy bottom and legs indeed.

I looked down shamefacedly, I knew I was in trouble, even though it wasn’t really my fault.

She had a hose which had a nozzle on it and she gave it to Sarah.

“Stand with your hands on the wall you naughty little boy, just you wait till your clean.” She turned the hose on and watched Sarah at work.

I was subjected to a thourough hosing down both front and back, and, made to touch my toes and hold my bottom cheeks apart. Then Lucy decided she wanted to have a go and Mummy let her have the hose.

I was made to stand like an ‘X’ while she walked all round me, hosing from top to bottom, not forgetting my face and they all seemed to think it was funny when I spluttered unable to get my breath back. Also they laughed when Lucy kept returning and directing a fine jet at my willie making it jiggle about.

I had to stand and take it all, I felt very embarrassed but I couldn’t do anything about it. My shame was my own and I had to live with it now that I had a new Mummy.

“Right. That will do. Take him indoors and dry him off while I tidy up this yard now he’s finished.”

I was hustled indoors to the sitting room and a fight ensued as to who was going to dry me first.

Mummy came in before they had finished arguing and decided that she would do it and told the girls to sit down and watch.

I had to stand in front of her while she dried me roughly with a course towel.

Then she laid the rough towel across her lap, then she pulled me across her lap.

I feared the worse.

But the worst didn’t come. Instead after a quick fairly hard drying all over with a soft fluffy towel Mummy’s attitude began to change.She began coo-ing and smiling down at me and gently rubbing over the parts she had dried.

I began to relax and then noticed my Auntie’s faces. They looked furious.

“He was naughty in the park Mummy” whined Lucy.

“He stamped his feet too” echoed Sarah.

“He should be spanked shouldn’t he Sarah” shouted Lucy by now very indignant at my being petted and treated so gently.

“Hush Girls” Mummy said quietening them down.

“How can you be so cross with a little angel baby like this” and she lifted me to face her and she began to kiss me all over, she twisted and pushed my body so that every portion got some attention from her lips. I was in heaven, I felt like sticking my tongue out at my ‘Auntie’s’, but, thought better of it.

After this treatment went on for a while, being kissed and caressed by Mummy she lifted me and sat me ,still naked from the bath, into my high chair.

“Come and help me get Tea ready girls and one of you can feed him if your good.”They all scampered off leaving me in peace.

Soon tea was all set out and they sat down to eat. I was to be fed by Sarah, much to Lucy’s horror. It was a nice tea although mine had been cut up tiny and I was spoon fed still had the same as they did.

Lucy whispered under her breath to me as they got down from the table.

“You wait, I’ll get you tommorrow,then we will see who gets spanked.”

Once the place had been cleansed up after the teathings had been put away we all sat on the couch with me cradled on Mummy’s lap, protected from the girls I began to feel very tired and sleepy,despite Mummy’s continued stroking and kissing me as was cuddled by her.

All of a sudden Mummy put he over her shoulder as if I only weighed an ounce and she told the girls to follow, and, upstairs we went straight into the bathroom.

Mummy sat me on a chair then proceeded to run a bath, she used plenty of bubble bath and got a bar of Baby soap.

Then she picked me up and put me face down in the bath, I was swooshed up and down until I was fully soaked then turned over and done the other side. Finally she stood me up and soaped me all over just using her bare soapy hands. Her fingers went every where, tickling, caressing, patting and probing. I squirmed and wriggled about so badly that the floor got soaked.

The girls were laughing themselves silly, especially when Mummy made me bend forward and shoved her soapy finger in and out of my bottom hole. It was very embarrassing to have it done in front of the girls but Mummy had done it before and I knew it wouldn’t hurt for long, soon it felt all soft and made me feel all ‘gooey’ inside, I wished she would carry on for ever it felt so nice and relaxing.

But no, after she was satisfied that I was all clean and ready she told the girls to do everything she had done so that they could do it sometimes when she was tired or too busy, she said she would watch and see who was best.

Well. You can imagine how I felt. I was scrubbed with spiteful little hands, I was pinched in secret places so that Mummy couldn’t see, my bottom hole was never free of two or three fingers at a time but all Mummy said was “Stop making such a fuss. They are your Auntie’s after all you know” and leaned forward to give me a playful slap on my slippery bottom.

After the bath I was taken out and dried by the girls while Mummy supervised and checked for patches the girls had missed.

Then I was taken into my Nursery, and Mummy made me come across to her while she sat in a chair in the middle of the room. I knew this time what was to come, and, I was right.

After a lecture with my hands on my head and my feet well apart I was draped across her lap and the spanking began.

Smack,smack,smack, she went while the girls crowded around giggling and encouraging Mu8mmy to smack harder. Which she did, smack smack smack she went on and on, my bottom felt as if it was on fire. I actually think it was.

Finally it was over,and, after being told to be a ‘good little baby’ in future I was picked up and laid on the changing table.

Mummy first got some Crapoline and worked it well between my bottom cheeks and up my bottom, then plenty of talcum powder all over both sides after which she got a heavy towelling nappy and fitted it on me with three pins each sides for security.

I was then put into the cot and Mummy fastened my hands to the corners of the cot and one leg to the bottom corner, leaving me to be able to kick one leg about if I felt like it.

Then finally the all kissed me goodnight and closed the door after them leaving me to contemplate my future as their ‘Baby Toy’

 

 THE END.