NANNY COMES TO STAY
Author: Bejamin/UK
Archival date: 26-08-95

    As  soon as Nanny  walked through the door, I think she knew that
something was amiss. I had been very naughty that day and she had discovered
my soiled underpants during a chance meeting in the supermarket. Her nose was
incredibly sensitive, as I had known for a long time...  This wasn't the
first time we had had these chance meetings, over the past two years they had
been happening with increasing and disturbing regularity. On one occasion
dragging me into a ladies loo so she could "inspect" me.  
    She had been threatening me for a long time now that if I didn't take
more care of myself, she was going to arrive at my house and put me back into
nappies! Me! A grown man! She didn't say anything, it wasn't a time for
words, more like a battle of wills, but in this case, the winner was
definitely not me! 
    Standing at the top of the stairs, wearing her rubber apron over her
nursing tunic and allowing a quiet smile to cross her pretty features as she
drummed her fingers on the banisters. With a heavy heart, I climbed the
stairs slowly.
    "Hurry up Child! We both know what dirty little surprise you have for
Nanny in your underpants, so there's no point in pretending you are really a
grown-up. It's back to the Nursery for you this evening, and for the next
three days!" 
    As I reached the top of the stairs, Nanny gripped my ear and pulled my
head down to her level. She ignored my yelps of distress and dragged me into
the bathroom where six inches of hot water steamed in the tub. Helplessly I
stood there as strong efficient hands stripped the clothes from my body till
only a pair of wet stained underpants remained. I felt totally ashamed and
dejected as Nanny slipped her fingers under the elastic and allowed the
garment to fall.
    "You're a filthy, dirty, smelly boy..." Nanny picked up the soiled pants
and waved them under my nose. "But you won't be needing these any more, will
you?"  nanny inverted the pants and pushed the heavy pooh nearer my nose. I
recoiled and gagged at the same time, causing Nanny some amusement.
    "Ah!! Poor Baby, doesn't like the smell of his Pooh, but Nanny's
different, isn't she? Nanny has to change and clean Baby's shitty underpants
and nappies and I don't have the time to be disgusted by my job, so why is it
so different for Baby?"
    A stinging slap sent me spinning towards the bath and I hastily climbed
into the hot water.
    I sat in the Bath totally devastated with shame as Nanny flannelled me
from head to toe. 
    God! I really felt like a Baby as Nanny continued with constant verbal
abuse and humiliation, especially as she handled my Penis and pulled my
buttock cheeks apart to inspect my bottom.
    "Oh Yes!  What a dirty baby boy! Nanny's going to have to give you a very
thorough bottom inspection!" 
    I winced carefully to myself as Nanny's sharp, long fingernail dug into
the sensitive skin of my anus, knowing any cries would bring prolonged
discomfort. Nanny soaped her hands before pushing a finger deep into my
bottom. This time I did wince, the shock of the intrusion taking me totally
by surprise.
    "Just as I suspected, Baby! Your Bottom's full of nasty pooh which Nanny
is going to let out.." The finger withdrew, and Nanny washed and scrubbed her
hands. 
    "Out!"  I climbed into the open towel that was held out for me, and stood
quietly as Nanny repeated an act she'd done many, many times before. Strange
things began to happen then, and even under Nanny's none too gentle handling
of the towel, I began to erect. Nanny frowned at my excited condition.
    "You are a disgusting Baby! Not content with messing your pants, you have
to show Nanny how much you enjoy doing so!" An ear was gripped and twisted
and I was yanked off in the direction of the Nursery. 
    Ah! Nanny's Nursery! Even in the short hours that she'd been here, my
spare bedroom had been expertly transformed into the practical utility room.
A  low table was covered with piles of nappies and waterproof pants, some of
them rubber, but most of them plastic. There were rows of "Medicines", most
of them concerned with my bowels in one way or another.  Packets of
Suppositories were piled neatly next to Baby Wipes and Nappy Liners. With a
final  lunge, I squealed as she propelled me across the room, narrowly
missing the covered nappy pail before landing painfully on the rubber covered
Changing Table.
    Nanny tapped a finger on my still erect "tail", as she curtly referred to
it as.
    "I've got a special treat  for "Pooh Pants" later.."
    "Pooh Pants?" I puzzled over the last name for me as a smirk beamed down
from Nanny.
    "Yes, it's your new Baby Name.. When you were a real baby, I expected,
even encouraged you to soil yourself, but now, seeing you as you are, a grown
man, still messing your underpants, I've decided to shame you, probably
forever, by keeping you in Nappies and naming you Pooh Pants..." As Nanny
talked, she slipped a thick terry nappy under my bottom, the central section
already filled with a bulky Incontinent pad. She dropped the back of the
changing table down so I was lying horizontal. Nanny then lightly slapped the
inside of my thighs.
    "Pull your knees to your ears..... That's a good boy. Nanny needs a good
view of Pooh Pant's bottom." . . . I heard the crackle of cellophane as Nanny
broke into one of the boxes from the long table at the side of the changing
bench. Cold rubber covered fingers briefly mauled my anus before one was
inserted rudely to the hilt. She grunted with effort as she forced the
unyielding digit as far as it would go, successfully pulling a high pitched
yelp from deep within me.
    "No Wonder you are always messing your pants, Baby. Your bottom is full
of Pooh! Nanny's going to have to get this all cleared out!"
    The finger remained implanted for a moment, before being yanked out.
Other fingers propped open my cheeks as Nanny pushed foreign objects into my
bottom. I guessed they must be some sort of suppositories but I certainly
didn't ask! Nanny allowed me to drop my legs to the cold rubber surface of
the changing table and I watched her nervously as she washed her rubber
gloved hands in a basin of warm water. Again, she glanced at my erection,
which had grown in stature during her recent ministrations around my rear
end. Nanny frowned.
    "I almost forgot that special treat that I promised you earlier. Real
Babies don't insult Nanny by lusting after her while she looks after them,
and I don't think you should be any different..." My heart leapt in my chest
as she unscrewed the cap from a tube of Mentholated Cream. Before I could
even think of escaping, my penis had been gripped by iron clad fingers and a
healthy dollop of the  fiery lotion had been smeared over the glands. Before
the effects could register, Nanny had expertly thrown my thighs apart and
more cream applied to the sensitive skin of my anus.
    "There, that should keep Pooh Pant's dirty little Willie quiet for a
while...." The burning sensation started as soon as Nanny started to pin up
the nappy, Within seconds, I was moaning and having my wrists slapped as I
tried to knead some comfort into my groin through the thick padding of the
nappy. Nonchalantly, Nanny unfolded a disposable and pushed it under my
bottom.
 "I expect Baby to wet and mess a lot in the night and as this is his bedtime
nappy, we better make it nice and thick. We don't want the bedclothes dirtied
as well, do we?" While she threaded the crinkly plastic pants over my ankles,
She grinned down at the pain written across my face as the heat from the
Mentholated Cream took its full effect.
    "There! that will teach poor baby Pooh Pants not to show his tail to
Nanny, because it doesn't matter how badly her Dirty Boy behaves, Nanny has
always got the answer and Nanny is always in charge, isn't she?"  My eyes had
clouded over with tears and as I blinked them away. I mumbled a "Yes Nanny"
as required and lay quietly on the changing table as she tidied away. When
she was finished, she approached the table with a bottle and desert spoon in
her hand.
    "Time for Pooh Pants to have his medicine, be a good boy for Nanny and
drink it all up.." She frowned at the uncertainty on my face.
    "But Nanny, what's it for.." She pushed the spoon nearer my clenched
lips.
    "I'm not telling you, and for asking, you can have double. Nanny doesn't
like insolent Babies, especially Babies who enjoy shitting in their pants.." 
    I had no choice, to rebel meant activating her full and powerful
imagination. Nanny, being a trained Nurse, had more ways of making me suffer
than a Centipede has legs. Reluctantly, I opened wide as she inserted the
oily solution into my mouth. Gagging slightly as the thick solution coated my
mouth and throat, I accepted another spoonful, humiliated by Nanny's gleeful
smile as once again she managed to exert her influence over me.
    "Time for supper, Pooh Pants. Show Nanny what a clever baby you are and
crawl down to the kitchen." I felt very self conscience as I dropped to all
fours and shuffled along the landing, my bulky plastic pants must have
appeared a comical sight as they wobbled from side to side. I felt especially
vulnerable, Nanny had kept me naked apart from the nappy and knowing that I
was on full display, not only to her, but to anyone she cared to show me too,
left me cringing in shame.

    "They make senile old men in hospitals wear these, but it will certainly
do for you..." Nanny tied me into a long blue plastic bib while I glumly
stared at the bowl of prunes beneath me. Nanny certainly had my number! she
perched herself on a stool and dipped a spoon into the prunes. I ate in
silence. Nanny, with her infinite patience, waited while I chewed through
each mouthful, ready with another spoonful as soon as my jaw muscles had
ceased. when all the juice had been finished, Nanny looked into my eyes.
    "Baby Pooh Pants still doesn't look full up, how about another bowl of
prunes?" It wasn't a question, so I certainly didn't attempt to decline the
offer, just tried to look as miserable as possible. That of course was wasted
on Nanny who knew more about children's wiles than anyone else. I laboured
through another bowl, Nanny again waiting patiently as each mouthful took
longer and longer to finish. As the  second bowl emptied,  my stomach bubbled
noisily beneath the bib. Nanny smiled approvingly.
    "Looks like the prunes are having there desired effect..Nanny will soon
have Pooh Pants living up to his name."  She laughed out loud as I crimsoned
over in shame. With heavy emotion I laid a hand on her forearm.
    "Nanny, I don't have to mess my pants do I? I want.."
    "Pants?" Nanny interrupted. "Pooh Pants, You are wearing Nappies. Pants
are what you used to mess. That didn't worry you then, didn't it?" she had me
there, I didn't no what to say, but I tried to blurt out some lame excuse..
    "But they were accidents, I didn't mean.. I couldn't help.." The words
died on my tongue as each excuse sounded even more pathetic than the last.
Causally Nanny prised my grip away from her arm.
    "I think you know why you must pooh in your pants," she said softly. "A
few days feeling like a baby will probably do you a lot of good. Though I
doubt it will change anything.." She wiped the tears from my cheeks with a
thumb. "Let's face facts, Pooh Pants, secretly you and me know you are
happiest when you are wallowing in your own filth..."
    "That's not true Nanny! Please don't..." Nanny slapped my wrist.
    "That's enough Pooh Pants... I don't want to hear another word about what
you want. You had the opportunity to be adult, to have rights and to decide
how to look after yourself and you blew it, You Blew it Pooh Pants! Now it's
up to me to take you out of circulation and try to start again, after all, I
do feel rather responsible...."
 I remained silent while she poured warm milk from a saucepan into two
bottles and screwed on the caps.
    "Pooh Pants, go and lie on the Lounge carpet. You have three minutes to
finish these bottles. If you fail, you'll have two more to drink under the
same conditions.. Quickly Now! Your time starts now!" 
    I scrambled down onto the floor and scurried off, the bottles gripped
between thumb and forefinger on each hand as Nanny chased me, her pointed
shoe jabbing into the thick padding of my bottom. In the lounge I rolled onto
my back and hastily started slurping the bottles while Nanny impishly stood
astride my chest and prodded my stomach with a foot. My attention was
distracted from the task of drinking by the sight of her stocking tops and
the dark patch of her knickers beyond. I paused, allowing a rush of passion
to my groin and felt my penis stir into life. Nanny laughed, glancing at the
watch pinned to her chest.
    "Too late Pooh Pants. You are getting two more..."
    "But Nanny..."There was about three fluid ounces left in one of the
bottles and I watched in despair as she headed off in the direction of the
kitchen. Within a minute, she'd returned, the ten ounce bottles filled to the
brim.
    "Concentrate this time, Nanny wants to see some element of self control
in her Babies, even one as dirty as you... The Time Starts Now!"  I grabbed
the bottles out of her hand and started slurping, knowing I was going to be
hard pushed to make her deadline. Again, Nanny stood over me, this time
pulling her tunic up to her thighs, smiling down at me as if daring me to
default on finishing the milk. She looked at her watch.
    "A minute left Stinky, if you haven't finished, you'll get the same..." I
clenched my eyes shut and sucked hard on the final bottle until the last
drops were gone. I opened my eyes to see Nanny checking her watch, her dress
still hitched up around her waist with her dark red knickers on view and her
suspender belt and stocking tops. I couldn't drag my eyes away.
    "Just in time Baby Boy, just in time.." Her eyes returned to mine. "What
are you looking at, Do you like Nanny's panties?" Diplomatically, I managed a
shrug and looked away.
    "They are ..err Nice?" Nanny laughed. 
     "Is that the best you can do? Nice? I think Nanny should show you just
how nice these are.." Open mouthed, I watched as Nanny started unbuttoning
her tunic, before stepping out of it. Again she stood astride my chest before
dropping to her knees, her beautiful body now poised directly over my head.
    "Have you known a real woman, Pooh Pants?" I managed to shake my head,
her tight knickers only inches from my nose and already a heady scent of
womanhood assailed me. Passion washed over, centring on my sexual organs
which were now standing at full power under the hot terry nappy.
    "I thought so, such a shame one so young will never know the pleasure of
a real woman. With soiled pants I don't think you'll find a bigger passion
killer. Now, dressed as you are, no one in there right mind would risk
removing your nappy for fear of what you might leave on the bed clothes.."
Nanny managed a shallow laugh at her joke. "Well Pooh Pants, Nanny is going
to give you a treat, or rather, give herself a treat. I'm not sure whether
you'll enjoy it...." She re-positioned herself so her calves fitted under my
shoulders and she faced down my body. Nanny lent forward and laid her hands
on my plastic pants so that I found myself looking up at her cotton covered
bottom. Transfixed, I watched open mouthed as she used one hand to peel the
panties down as far as they would go to reveal perfectly formed buttocks.
     "Pooh Pants is far too infantile to use his manhood on a woman,
especially one as fussy as me. But as an infant, you should be able to handle
a simple sucking task, shouldn't you?" She looked over her shoulder.
    "I think so Nanny.."
    "Good! Then get to work.."

    Slowly her bottom descended and as she leaned forward, her cheeks opened,
the exposed 'valley' threatened infinite pleasure and ominous punishment,
depending on how Nanny decided to use it. I felt the warm skin of her
buttocks first as they  lightly stroked against my face. Toying with me, she
allowed my nose to become a guide, slapping the inside of one cheek against
it, followed by the other side. When she became bored with this glorified
orientation exercise, she sat down, slowly at first and then with all the
strength she could muster. The speed and ferocity of the attack left me
absolutely stunned as my nose ground into her anus. I could see nothing, only
stars which flashed vividly before my eyes. My senses became concentrated
around taste and touch as the close skin contact caused our sweat to mingle
and Nanny started to gyrate. Her groin slid easily up and down between my
mouth and nose, each pass of her clitoris caught my tongue and nose and a
moan of pleasure escaped from deep within her, gradually increasing in tempo
as her passion intensified.
    When Nanny orgasmed, she sat down heavily, her powerful buttocks crushing
around my face, starving me of air. Even in my light headed state, I was
deeply aware of her anus pressing unrelentingly against my nose and rivers
gushed out of her vagina and flowed around my mouth.
    My struggles eventually reminded Nanny that the being beneath her needed
to breathe to be able to survive and reluctantly she lifted her bottom off
my face. the cold air was a blessed relief as my lungs deeply inhaled vast
gulps of fresh air. She straightened her back and causally pulled up her
knickers, before getting to her feet and straightening her tunic.
    "Off to bed now...Crawl.. That's a good boy and Nanny will bring up a
nice bottle of warm milk." As I left the room, a powerful cramp grabbed my
stomach and I moaned, clenching my buttocks together at the same time.
Unfortunately, that wasn't enough as a loud escape of unpleasant smelling gas
left my bottom. My face must have turned a deep crimson for Nanny burst out
laughing.
    "Poor Pooh Pants is really feeling bad in his tummy?  Never Mind! When
you fill your nappy the pain will all go..." Again that humiliating laugh as
I trundled up the stairs. The noise coming from my bottom becoming a constant
rumble now and a new problem, an urgent desire to pee overtook me and I
paused half way up and allowed my bladder to relax. To begin with, it was a
lovely relief but after a few moments when I realised what I'd done, I felt
terribly ashamed. 
    Nanny emerged from the kitchen and looked up at me through the
bannisters. My nappy was too thick for Nanny to see anything but my guilt
must have been spread all over my face, even though I tried to deny it.
    "Are you wet?" Even to that simple question I had to lie, and for a
moment I felt like Pinnochio in front of the Fairy Godmother.
    "Are you telling the truth?" I couldn't find my tongue  and just by
nodding my head compounded my problem. Nanny smiled and grunted.
    "Go on.. Up to bed. I'll be up in a moment.." As she turned away, the
first of the tummy cramps gripped me and I almost groaned out loud it was so
painful. This was followed almost immediately by a sudden and intense desire
to release my bowels and although I was already weakened by the cramps I was
able to 'hold' myself. I stayed at the top of the stairs panting to myself as
the cramp finally ebbed away.
    In her own uncanny way, Nanny knew I was at the top of the stairs for she
called out:
    "Pooh Pants! Why aren't you in bed yet! Get there immediately!" Like a
frightened child, I scurried off and dived onto the mattress, pulling the
covers over myself at the same time.
    Another cramp arrived. This time far more serious and the pain more
concentrated. Simultaneously the bowel contracted, so powerfully this time
that I cried out in despair as I soiled myself. Just a little at first but
that was all I needed to convince myself that it just wasn't worth fighting
and I relaxed. The first sensation was relief, relief as the pain of the
cramps disappeared but the second sensation was far worse. The seat of my
nappy was covered with warm slurry and as I continued to mess, the Pooh moved
up under and around my testicles, guided by the tightness of the various
nappies wrapped around my loins.
    After what seemed like an age, but was probably only a few seconds,
everything stopped and in the quietness that followed I could hear Nanny's
footsteps on the stairs as she ascended. Panic set in! I couldn't be
discovered like this, she would crucify me! I bolted upright and searched the
crotch of my nappy, looking for any tell tell signs. With premature relief, I
sighed as I discovered nothing amiss and quickly pulled the covers over
myself as Nanny entered the room.
    "Pooh Pants! Have you been naughty?" She pressed a bottle of milk into my
hand, the teat of which I immediately started to worry in my mouth as a
distraction.
    "No..No..Nanny, Not at all.." I felt my face burning as she pulled the
covers back to the end of the bed. She wrinkled her nose.
    "Are you sure you haven't been a dirty Baby and done something in your
nappy?"
    "No Nanny! Of course not!.." Playfully Nanny lifted my knees and pulled
them apart, giving her access to the underneath and rear of the nappy.
Horrified, I bit my tongue as she started kneading the plastic covered bulk
and moving the warm slimy contents around underneath. Oh! I felt extremely
humiliated and her activity really brought home my shame as a heavy shroud of
'smell' engulfed me. I suddenly realised the futility of continuing to deny
it.
    "Maybe I've been a little bit dirty Nanny," I managed to whisper.
    "Just a little bit, Pooh Pants?" Her voice was full of mockery. "You're
certainly very smelly, but that,s nothing unusual for you, is it Baby?" For
peace sake, I nodded my head in agreement. To goad my humiliation, Nanny
lifted a leg, so an inner thigh was exposed and pried the leg elastic apart,
examining the 'accident' under the layers of nappies.
    "Dear, Oh Dear! And to think I used to think of you as a man, a grown
man...." I felt like weeping with shame as she continued to drive the knife
home. " Now look at you, lying beneath me, wearing a nappy which is full of
Pooh and crying like a Baby. What am I to do with you?"
 

    "Time for your change Pooh Pants!" Nanny came into the room briskly and
pulled back the covers, bringing me rapidly out of sleep. She was looking
stunning as she was wearing only a pair of knickers under the brilliant white
rubber apron. Putting a steaming bowl of water on the table next to the bed,
she shook her head sorrowfully as she pulled on her rubber gloves.
    "I was going to leave you in that dirty nappy all night long but then I
didn't fancy facing that...." She pointed at the rancid pile between my legs.
"....That in the morning!"
    Biting back on my shame, I lifted my bottom into the required position as
Nanny hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of the plastic knickers
and slowly pulled them over the disposable. When they had been discarded,
deft fingers tore the sticky tapes that fasten the disposable together. Again
my bottom rose as she pulled it away and I could see that the terry nappy
hadn't quite contained all the soiling and Nanny grimaced as she held out the
smelly garment in front of my face. With the disposable inches from my eyes,
I couldn't help but notice my shame and Nanny's words dug in deep.
    "What is it Pooh Pants?.." I felt obliged to answer.
    "My Pooh Nanny..." I managed to whisper.
    "Exactly Baby, but I think we have a lot more here, don't we?" Her rubber
gloved hand poked the thick padding of the sodden terry still tightly pinned
around my loins and without waiting for an answer, the four retaining pins
were removed and with a look of utter disgust, the shitty nappy was exposed.
I felt absolutely mortified and squeezed my eyes closed as I instinctively
pulled my knees into my chest and Nanny silently scraped the sticky mess off
my skin with the uncontaminated front of the Nappy.
    "Stay exactly as you are..." Nappy folded up the dirty nappy and dropped
it into a pail at the end of the bed.
    Still in my humiliating posture, I opened my eyes to see Nanny squeezing
out a flannel in the bowl. The warm damp cloth felt comforting as she
thoroughly washed my hindquarters. After the flannel had been rinsed out
several times, I was instructed to lower my fatigued legs and Nanny started
washing my Willie, paying special attention to under the foreskin.
    "Some of my Babies get very dirty here, and just because you are a big
boy, that's all the more reason to give you a through examination....."
Gradually, Nanny's gentle manipulation of my foreskin and contact with the
sensitive surface at the top of my penis had the appendage leaping to
attention under her trained hands.
    "Look at this!" Nanny burst out laughing as  she waved the swollen member
around. "Smelly Pooh Pants is pretending to be a man!" I felt deeply ashamed
and felt my eyes watering over. With a shrug she watched me for a moment
before discarding my penis and picking up the Talcum Powder. As before a
Nappy liner followed by a thick padded soaker, all held together by a large
fluffy terry nappy. Nanny smiled smugly as she pushed a stray layer of terry
under the elastic of the voluptuous plastic pants.
    "There! Pooh Pants all wrapped up nicely now.." I managed a shallow smile
as she lightly slapped the transparent material covering my nappy. ".....And
nasty Willie has gone back to sleep again, the same place where baby should
be......." She bent over and gave me a peck on the forehead, pulling up the
covers at the same time.
    "Careful how you wet in the night Pooh Pants, Too much and you'll have a
bad case of Nappy rash..." I didn't get the time to reply before she breezed
out of the room, turning off the light at the same time.

    I woke in the middle of the night, I didn't know what time it is as Nanny
had removed my wrist watch and my bed-side alarm clock. I was allowed only a
moment to ponder on the time as my frame was suddenly wracked by the most
incredible cramps across my abdomen. A healthy cry of pain left my lips
before I realised that I wasn't alone in the house. In on of the other
bedrooms Nanny lay sleeping and I certainly didn't want to risk waking her.
Even during the intense agony I realised that the Castor Oil had by no means
run its course and I briefly tried to block the pressure before succumbing to
a vital call of nature. I lay in the sticky, mucky mess for about half an
hour before yielding to an uneasy sleep.

    As one can imagine, Nanny wasn't at all impressed when she bristled into
the room in the morning dressed in her customary Nursing tunic and rubber
apron, bearing a large bottle of tea in her hand.
    While I felt just the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the look of genuine
surprise on her face as she wrinkled her nose rapidly. But the satisfaction
soon disappeared as her mood changed. Without saying a word, she had me
shivering with fear as the covers were pulled back and I hastily sucked hard
on the bottle trying to distract my own attention from my impending doom.
Without wasting any more time, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and
dragged the wet plastic pants down... The same blanket of shame covered me,
making me feel totally humiliated.
    "Lift your head off the pillow...That's better....." Even Nanny managed
to surprise me as the wet, smelly plastic pants were slipped over my head,
effectively gagging my yelps of protest as she pushed down on the slimy
plastic, temporarily asphyxiating me in the process. After a few seconds,
Nanny let up and smiled down at me, or should I say, I imagined she was
smiling, she just appeared as a blur though the diaphanous material.
    "Will Pooh Pants do something for me, something to make up for being such
a naughty, smelly Baby boy?" I didn't think the question invited a negative
response so I managed to nod under the waterproof material.
    "Good! As Nanny's got such a lot of washing to do now Pooh Pants is
really wetting and soiling whenever he can. nanny would like Pooh Pants to
help out a little, if it's not to much trouble?" She paused, allowing the
dramatic rhetoric to sink in.
    "What do you want me to do, Nanny?" My voice must have sounded muffled
under the plastic, but Nanny had certainly heard me.
    "While Nanny removes this dirty Nappy, I would like her dirty Pooh pants
to clean the plastic pants that are over his head..... With his tongue, if
it's not too much trouble!" 
    "But Nanny..." I wailed in vain. To send home her point, she again
pressed the plastic against my face, this time, opening up my mouth with her
fingers and forcing the plastic into my mouth..."Clean it Baby! And Don't
Argue!"
I didn't, after all, there seemed little point. Nanny is a woman used to
getting her own way and as soon as she had withdrawn her hand, my tongue
started lapping vigorously inside the sweaty pants. After a few moments I
felt Nanny's  hand tugging on the pins of my Nappy while I continued with my
odorous task.


    Prunes! Not Again! I hated prunes! But Nanny seemed to take great delight
in making sure I had more than my  fair share for breakfast, as I struggled
in the 'high chair' that Nanny had tied me into. My wrists had been fastened
to my knees with silk ribbons and I  didn't only feel ridiculous, bent
forward like a senile old man but I was also extremely uncomfortable.
    I had already wet my nappy and Nanny hadn*t failed to notice this. She
gaily pointed out that I wouldn't get changed until after breakfast.
    "Because Pooh Pants probably wants to fill his nappies with smellies
again and Nanny is trying to cut down on her work.." 
    "But that's not true Nanny!" I cried indignantly. "I don't and I won't do
Poos in my nappy." Nanny just burst out laughing.
    "Come on, baby Boy! Next you'll be telling me you didn't mess your nappy
last night, Eh?" I dropped my head in shame while Nanny reached under the
tray of the high chair and tweaked the sodden 
nappy between my legs. "So stop your lying and eat everything up!"
    Another large spoonful of yicky prunes were pushed between my lips and
Nanny smiled I slightly gagged on the mouthful. At the same time I was being
forced to lean forwards by the humiliating straps and I  drooled like an
infant as I attempted to swallow. My problem compounded as I tried to
separate the stones from the fruit in my mouth. I  felt Prune syrup bounce
off my plastic pants and roll down the bare skin of my thighs.
    Eventually, the bowl was empty and the look of pleading I offered up to
Nanny did not go unnoticed. Nanny lifted the tray away and pulled me forwards
onto my knees. With my restraints, I felt totally helpless as I strained my
neck upwards.
    "Poor Pooh Pants, you must really feel like a baby at the moment. What am
I to do with you!" Nanny must have known very well for baby pooh pants
suddenly found himself being harnessed up into a dog collar!
    *Now with this, I can drag you all over the house and keep an eye on
you."
    A sharp tug, and I found himself pivoted forwards, landing painfully on
my nose. Nanny just laughed as she hauled upwards on the lead.
    "Looks like Pooh Pants is going to have to get much better practice at
crawling like a little baby if he is to avoid these little mishaps."
I didn't answer, just choked back the anger as Nanny tugged me in the
direction of the stairs.

    "Want a bottle of milk Baby?" I was still wearing the soaking nappy that
I had spent the night in but Nanny was refusing to change me until I'd
'performed' for her. Naturally I felt a little sore down there, especially as
Nanny was making me follow her all over the house as she did housework,
hauling me violently if I showed any form of rebellion. We were both waiting
for the big event, but I was fighting with all my might not to lose control.
    "No thank you Nanny.." I was thirsty, but any distraction would weaken my
resolve to repel Nanny's will but it was only a delaying tactic. 

    It was with a small amount of satisfaction that Nanny capulated first. I
mean, she got fed up with waiting and with a minor display of anger, dragged
me off to the changing table.
    "Get up. Don't take all day...." She slapped my thigh, pushing upwards on
the swollen mass between my legs. Without even giving me time to get
comfortable, she grimly drew a belt under my arms and across my chest,
effectively pinning my shoulders and upper back  firmly  down to the rubber
lined table, but leaving my nappy covered bottom waving upwards as  my wrists
were still effectively tied to my knees in this extremely humiliating
posture.
    Everything felt cold, the rubber sheet, the sodden nappy, the atmosphere
but last and not least, the room. To enhance the fridge syndrome, Nanny went
and opened the window. allowing the cold February air to blow around the
room. I shivered involuntary as Nanny laid a chilly hand on my belly.
    "Now baby, will you please do what Nanny expects, and quickly..." I
certainly didn't feel like performing right at that moment, certainly not
with Nanny leering over me, prodding sensitive parts of my body.
    "Well...?" I knew she was getting very irritated and I was beginning to
enjoy myself. It was fun watching Nanny getting upset over the workings of my
bowels, Oh! how she hated having her daily routine messed around and I had
found her Achilles Heel!

    Oh!! How foolish can a creature be!! I was so stupid to believe that
Nanny didn't understand my little ploy, but as I was about to find out, No
one ever succeeded in getting one over Nanny!

    Nanny returned after my ten minutes, the ten minutes that she'd given me
to fill my nappy. My spirits rose in anticipation as I imagined the
frustration in her eyes when she found that I hadn't shamed myself. Of
course, I'd have to do it sometime and she wasn't going to let me use the
potty but at least I'd mess myself when I wanted, not when she tells me.
    But the Nanny standing over me at the moment wasn't a Nanny seething with
rage, it was the picture of a woman brimming with confidence. She lifted a
leg and pried apart the elastic of my plastic knickers, giving the inside of
my nappy a cursory search.
    "Well!! Pooh Pants wants to play games with his Nanny does he?..." She
didn't really expect an answer, so I didn't offer one. She 
briefly released me from the bonds joining my limbs together. "Lift your
bottom..." I obliged and her cold fingers hooked themselves around the
elastic waistband and within the seconds they had been removed. Again she
re-attached my wrists, this time not to my knees but to my ankles. leaving my
bottom helplessly waving higher in the air whilst my back remained firmly
planted to the rubber surface. Immediately, my lazy muscles started aching
and threatening cramp with this highly bizarre position.
    Nanny wrinkled her nose at my rancid nappy which looked really pitiful
without the protective waterproof covering. Again, her lightning fingers
weaved themselves between my limbs, nimbly undoing the the pins and soon I
felt a fresh breeze as the smelly wet nappy was dragged off my damp, cold
skin.

    "I'm worried..." Nanny broke the silence with her sing along casual
voice. "By my reckoning, you should have done Poohs by now..." As she started
pulling on a pair of clear rubber gloves, I knew I had made a big mistake,
especially as she removed the cap from a tube of KY Jelly. "Now either you
are deceiving me which I think is probably the case or you have a genuine
internal problem. In both cases I intend to put the matter right, but
unfortunately for you the remedy will be rather..." With a cruel smile on her
face, she paused as she covered the fingers of one hand with generous amounts
of KY Jelly. "...rather uncomfortable, shall we say?"

    And so began the first of many 'bottom' inspections. Always I would be
powerless to resist, strapped in this, or a similar method to the changing
table. Nanny's finger would bury itself deep within my bottom and on this
first occasion she found me in need of....

    "An Enema!!  That*s what Pooh Pants needs!* I didn't, but there was no
point in arguing the toss now, I had, as they say, made my bed and now I must
sleep in it.  Silently I watched Nanny assemble the hose and bag and then
prepare the solution that was going to irrigate my bowels.
    "Just a small amount.." As she inserted the nozzle, I winced, but the
sensation was not at all unpleasant. "...After all, Pooh Pants is fairly full
inside there and a pint of Glycerine and warm water will do the
trick...Ready?" She grinned at the confused look of terror on my face and
opened the valve on the hose. Immediately, a warm swelling feeling started
inside my rectum and slowly grew in strength until the feeling of fullness
started to get uncomfortable, almost unbearable. While my insides were
filling up, Nanny prepared my new nappy layette beneath me. Against the table
she laid out a large disposable with a thick terry nappy folded inside. 
    Eventually, Nanny pulled the nozzle out and left me straining while she
methodically washed, dried and folded away the enema kit. After a leisurely
duration she returned to the changing table and placed a large nappy liner
under my bottom.
 "Time for Pooh Pants to have his nappy. I think soon he'll be needing
it...." Patiently I waited while Nanny pinned up the terry cloth and then
stretched the disposable tightly over it and taped the sides together. Nanny
wasn't wrong, the strain in my abdomen was increasing all the time and the
firm nappy wrapped around my loins felt very re-assuring, especially as a
thick. clear pair of plastic pants were fitted over the entire bulk.
    It was if I was suddenly absolved from all my sins. Nanny became really
pleasant and sort of, well, Motherly. She released all the bonds and I drew a
loud sigh of relief as blood started circulating back into my limbs again.
She helped me down from the table and patted me affectionately on my plastic
covered bottom.
 *There! Now Pooh Pants can go and lie down in his cot and wait for Nature to
work its wonders, even though it needs an occasional helping hand from me
sometime!"

    Even as I was walking up the stairs, I lost control. Nanny of course knew
an explosion was imminent and was standing at the bottom of the stairs. It
was one of the most intensely humiliating experiences I*ve ever had, that is
to lose complete control of one*s bowels in front of someone else. Especially
as that *someone* happens to be your very own grinning, dominating Nanny!*
    The first sensation was one of total helplessness as a bodily function
that you*ve had control over virtually all your life, decides to have a will
of its own. I knew I  had failed when the hot slurry slimed its way out of my
bottom and spread everywhere that the tight Nappy would allow it to travel.
Mortified, I froze as Pooh coated my testicles and moved around the front of
my nappy, trying to find an easy way out.
    The next sensation was the smell..Oh! I felt so humbled as a curtain of
odour fell over me. If I  had any doubts that maybe this dreadful loss of
control was just a dream, there was always the smell to remind me that I was
presently in the real horrible world!
    The final and most overwhelming sensation that arrived, the one that
caused the tears to roll perfusely down my cheeks, was the feeling of being a
Baby, a real baby. The full, sticky nappy, the tight elastic around my thighs
from the plastic pants, the smell and not forgetting the sneering, smirking
face of Nanny as she ascended the stairs towards me. Her face softened when
she arrived next to me, a tissue appearing in her hand to wisp away the tears
on my face.

    *I should be angry with you, trying to upset Nanny*s routine like that,
but I think you have just learnt your lesson...But, I*m afraid you*ll have to
be punished. Nanny certainly never, ever wants a repeat of your bad behaviour
again...*

    I had no intention of repeating my bad behaviour  but I had no
opportunity to tell Nanny who was pulling me upstairs on the lead.

    Again, Nanny strapped me tightly down onto the changing table, but this
time didn*t tie my limbs together. I didn*t really need restraining, after
all, with a nappy bursting at the seams with Pooh, I certainly didn*t want to
give Nanny a hard time. It was in my interests to get changed as soon as
possible. In that respect, I was to be disappointed.
    *Do you still need to do any more ?* I couldn*t  look at her face, I was
too ashamed but managed to shake my head. But Nanny hadn*t finished punishing
me. In her own special method of degrading me, she removed the plastic pants
and the disposable nappy, leaving only the heavily soiled terry cloth
clinging around my loins.
    *There! Doesn*t Pooh Pants really feel like a baby at the moment?* I
certainly did! The smell was terrible and it only furthered my debasement.
*You will stay there for an hour, and, if I am satisfied with your level of
humility when I return, I will wash your filthy bottom...I hope that meets
with your approval?* I had to look at her this time, she forced my chin up so
our eyes met.
    *Yes Nanny, I*ll be good....* With a grunt of satisfaction, she left me
to my shame.
    I don*t think I*d ever looked forward more to a change as I did then.
After only five minutes, I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable and the
next 55 minutes seemed intolerable... When eventually Nanny arrived, the
tears were streaming down my cheeks. Silently Nanny stripped the smelly nappy
off the dirty baby lying on the bed, Oh!*How sorry he looked, just like a
real baby!! Nanny, like the real professional, wiped baby*s soiled bottom and
washed it. As the warm cloth massaged my buttocks, thighs and genitals, I
felt really happy. Happy that I had such a wonderful, kind and lovely Nanny
to look after me.

    *Has Pooh Pants any idea what his punishment is going to be?*
    *Punishment Nanny?* My sense of security disappeared into thin air as she
finished drying my bottom and started applying some Baby Lotion in between my
bottom cheeks.
    *Of course, Punishment! Every time Baby Pooh Pants presents Nanny with a
Nappy full of yicky smelly Pooh Poohs he needs to be punished, doesn*t he?*
    *Yes Nanny,* I mumbled. There was no point in arguing. Nanny would always
have her own way. Just what was her rich imagination thinking up this time?