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Peter's Punishment ? by: Patti Remick Prologue/Part 1 10 year old peter has been a total little brat again! Mommy has really had it with me this time. She is going to punish me and She knows exactly how She will do it! It all starts as She says to me, "Now I have repeatedly warned you about this behavior of yours. I am sick and tired of it and now Mommy is going to punish you real good, you little brat." Mommy then says to me with a wicked look in Her eyes and a smirk on Her lips, "I have a punishment for you that will be just perfect?and one you'll never forget? you bad bad little sissy brat." She continues, "I have wanted to punish you like this for some time and I have gone out and purchased exactly what I need for your punishment." It's so obvious that Mommy is going to ENJOY this! Nervously, I begin to whine, "Oh please Mommy please don't punish me, I'll be a good boy?I promise I will be now?pleeeease don't." I continue to plead with Mommy not to punish me,' but She totally ignores me and has NO SYMPATHY. She thinks to Herself: "What a pathetic little sissy he really is!" Peter's Punishment, Part 2 Unknown to me, Mommy had previously gone out shopping and purchased many items which She knows are just perfect for punishing this bad little sissy. She grabs me firmly by one wrist, and continuing to ignore my pleading, She marches me upstairs to my bedroom. As She drags me into my room I can see several shopping bags are waiting for me on my bed. She very coldly and sarcastically says to me, 'Do you know what Mommy has for you?well I just know my little sissy brat will like what Mommy has got for you.' With that remark She begins to open one of the bags and says to me, "I have some new clothes for you that are so very appropriate for the little sissy brat that you are?do you know what they are?" I quickly and nervously shake my head 'no' as She says, "They are little GIRLS clothes?and you will be going to be wearing them for as long as I say so." Horrified I quickly begin to cry and whine as I beg Her not to punish me like this. "Oh please Mommy don't do this?please no?I promise I'll be good?I didn't mean to be bad?I'm really very sorry ..please don't do this." But I can see that my whining is irritating Her even more and is just making Her more determined than ever. She says She knows that I am really such a little sissy and this is the most appropriate punishment for me. "You've been such a bad little sissy brat so I decided that since you cannot seem to be a good boy we will just have to see if you can be a good little girl." I begin to yell, "Nooo?noooo." But She quickly responds with a stern, "Now shut up and take off all your clothes right now or else!" I can tell by the tone of Her voice that She really means it this time. I meekly obey and quickly I am stripped naked in front of Her. Then with utter delight She begins to dress me in my punishment clothes. Peter's Punishment, Part 3 Standing naked in front of Her I am overcome with fear and horror as She begins to take the clothes out of the bags. I almost faint as the first thing She takes out of one of the bags is a package of panties. I can clearly see that the package says: GIRLS NYLON PANTIES ? 6 PAIRS. She opens the package and removes one pair. As She unfolds it I can see that it is shiny and white with lace trim at the waistband and leg openings. To my continued horror I can even see that there is a little white bow attached to the lace waistband in the front. "Oh please no, no Mommy?those are girls panties?please don't make me wear them," I plead. But my pleading is in vain as She holds the panty out and open in front of me and makes me step into them. I begin to softly cry and through my tears I can see the smile on Her face as She pulls them up firmly. With the panties completely on She runs Her finger around the waistband and legbands. She then has me turn slightly and She runs Her hand over my now panty clad little bottom. "Oh they fit you perfectly?I got the right size. And you are so 'small' that the panties make you nice and smooth and flat between your legs, don't you think?" She coldly exclaims, looking down at my crotch I can see that She is right and that my tiny male genitals are completely hidden and my crotch has been smoothed out by the panty. In horror I realize my crotch now looks just like a little girls. She then makes me sit down on my bed as She next removes from the same bag four thin packages. Again horrified I can see each package says: GIRLS NYLON TIGHTS ? ONE PAIR SIZE SMALL. I can see that two of the packages contain white tights and the other two are pink. She tells me to sit still as She removes one of the white pairs of tights from its package and unfolds it. She tells me to, "Keep still and hold your legs straight out." As She begins to put the tights on me, expertly rolling up each leg with Her fingers and pulling them over my feet until both sides are pulled up to my knees. Again I plead with Her to stop but I am ignored and am told me to stand. As I try to resist She practically lifts me up off the bed and onto my feet. She will have none of my whining, and after She stands me up She expertly pulls the tights up the rest of the way to my waist. As I stand in front of Her She makes sure the panties and tights are pulled up securely and that the tights are on with the crotch seam straight and the waistband firmly around my waist. Much to my distress She runs Her hands over the panties and tights to make sure they are smooth and secure as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I know that Mommy sees my tears but She ignores them and in fact another little smile begins to show on Her face. I again quickly look down and I am in shock as I look at the lace trimmed waistband of the white tights up around my waist, the white panties underneath, and my now smooth and flat crotch. Mommy now takes out of a second bag something that looks like a white shirt. As I look at it I have some hope that perhaps She is only going to make me wear girls underwear. I watch as She unbuttons the collar button and wrist cuff buttons and removes the price tag. As She does this I further study this 'shirt' and quickly realize it's not a shirt but a girls blouse. I can see that it is a very fancy blouse with lace trim along the wrist cuffs and at the collar. The collar is also very rounded in the front and I can see the little tag at the inside back of the collar: CHRISTY BROOKS ? GIRLS SIZE 6. She holds the blouse in front of me and says, "Oh look at your pretty new blouse?don't you think its so perfect for a little sissy like you." Still ignoring my tears She makes me put my arms into the sleeves and then She buttons it right up to my neck, telling me, "Hold still," while She buttons the top collar button and then the cuff buttons. I am horrified as I look down at my arms and see the frilly lace on the cuffs and then lower my head and see the same thing on the now tightly buttoned collar around my neck.. The bottom of the blouse comes down to just below the waistband of my tights. Next She takes from one of the bags what looks like a several pairs of white socks. But as I look closer I am again horrified to see that these too have lace on them. She removes one pair of them from their little package, which I can see says: LITTLE GIRLS LACE ANKLET SOCKS, SIZE S - saying to me with a cold look in Her eyes and a little smirk on Her face. "Oh aren't these lace anklet socks just adorable I just love these, now sit down again while Mommy puts them on you." Completely powerless to stop Her, I sit down on the bed and watch in total horror as She then puts the anklet socks on my feet over the tights, making sure they are on completely. Reeling from the sight of them on my feet I try to pull my feet away from Her hands. "Now hold still you little sissy," She snaps at me as She rolls the top of each anklet sock down and fixes the very lacy trim so it is sticking straight out from just above my ankles. I look down at my feet and cannot believe the sight of the lace anklet socks on my feet over the white tights. Next Mommy takes from a different shopping bag a shoe box. The box is white with pink writing on it. She begins to open it and mocking says, "Oh, now I know my little sissy is going to love the shoes that Mommy has got here." I nearly faint again as She opens the box and takes from it pair of what looks exactly like the shoes I have seen so many little girls at school and at church wearing. They are shiny black patent leather 'Mary Jane' shoes with the straps that go across the top and little buckles on the sides. Smugly smiling at me again, She takes them out of the box and picks them both up in one of Her hands holding them right up to my face by their straps. "Aren't they cute?" She sarcastically asks me as She teasingly rocks them in Her hand by their straps in front of my eyes. I begin to beg Mommy again, "Please Mommy please don't make me wear those shoes?they are little girls shoes?please, please?I don't want to wear little girls shoes." But She quickly chides me, "Well I don't care what you want, I picked these shoes out especially for you and you are going to wear them!" coldly adding, "and they are going to look just perfect with the rest of your outfit!" She tells me to stay very still as She puts my feet into each one and straps them on securely. I can feel Her secure the straps tightly across the tops of my feet. But even in my horror of seeing them on my feet I can tell by feel that they do fit me perfectly. Mommy now says, "Now stand up so I can look at you," and as I slowly stand She stands back to look at me. "You really are such a little sissy and these clothes are really just so perfect for you," She says as She looks at me standing there in my panties, tights, blouse, anklet socks, and Mary Jane shoes. Chidingly, as She continues to ignore my tears She looks at me and says, "Well now my little sissy?don't you think these clothes are just right for a sissy like you?...I certainly do." Peter's Punishment, Part 4 As I continue to cry I begin to try again to say to Her that I'm sorry but before I can say anything, and ignoring my clear distress over the attire She has put me in, She sarcastically says, "Now Mommy has one last item of clothes for you to wear?can you guess what it is my little sissy?" I am too horrified to say anything but my imagination runs wild as She reaches into the last shopping bag and begins to take out something that at first I mistake for a pair of shorts. It is a pink and at first glance I immediately notice that it is very odd looking for a pair of shorts. Coldly, Mommy looks at me and says, "Now for the most special item which matches the rest of your outfit so well and is so perfect for Mommy's little sissy," and then adding the horrifying word, "for Mommy's little sissy GIRL." Even now, wearing the very feminine clothes She has put me in, I gasp as She holds the garment up and I fully see what She has taken out from the last bag. It is a short pink pleated skirt and She holds it up in front of me with a big smile on Her face. The sight of it is so horrifying that it makes me step back and as I do I have a multitude of unfamiliar sensations: the panties being held against me by the tights, the tights on my legs rubbing against themselves, and the tightness of the straps of the Mary Jane shoes on my feet. Mommy sees my reaction but She calmly steps up to me and sarcastically says, "Well what's the matter my little sissy? Now I know my little sissy girl really wants to put on her pretty little skirt, doesn't she? doesn't she want to finish getting dressed?" With that remark She holds the skirt out by its waistband by Her long red nailed fingers and makes me step into it. She holds it at knee height as I slowly place each foot into the hideous garment. I am totally horrified as She then pulls it up around my waist, putting Her hands down the elastic waist band to adjust it and the bottom of my blouse. She then puts Her hands up under my skirt, lifting it up to pull down the bottom of my blouse as it has rode up when She pulled the skirt up my legs. As Mommy finishes Her adjustments I glance down in total horror to see that the skirt is so short it barely covers my tights covered panties. It is much shorter than the skirts the little girls at school wear. Mommy again steps back to look at me and says in a very mocking tone, "Oh what a pretty little sissy boy? oops, I mean little girl, you are. I think you look adorable in your new outfit, don't you?" With that remark Mommy says something that totally horrifies me even more as She coldly looks at me and says, "You know something?I am so glad that all the sales girls at the department stores were so helpful because I told all of them that I needed these clothes a punishment for a very bad little sissy boy?And when they heard this they were all just too happy to help me convert from your old boy sizes to your new girl sizes?they all thought this punishment was such a wonderful idea?and those nice girls all did such a great job and it really shows as these clothes fit you so perfectly. And they all were so nice in helping me pick out a very nice sissy outfit for you?They all told me to bring you back so they could all see you in your new outfit and they all said they were very eager to help me pick out even more sissy little girl outfits for you. I'm sure you will want me to take you back in your new clothes so you can thank them all yourself?I think that would just be so sweet." My heart is pounding and I feel faint as I hear Her cutting words. Peter's Punishment, Part 5 Mommy looks at me and mockingly says, "You know?I think 'Peter' is a very stupid name for a pretty sissy little girl like you, don't you think?' I begin to try to say no but She cuts me right off saying, "We do need a proper sissy name for you." She thinks for a minute and I am too horrified to say anything when She finally says, "I think you should be called Patti?Its such a pretty name for a little sissy girl like you, don't you think so?" "No please nooo Mommy," I quickly beg, very large tears now streaming down my face, but She just ignores me. Now with an even more unsympathetic manner than She has exhibited before. She said, "Ok little Patti it's time to go downstairs now." She grabs me firmly by the arm, as She grabs my arm and calls me 'Patti' a cold shiver goes up my spine. I am totally horrified and very self conscious as She marches me back down to the living room. The tights especially feel very strange on my legs as they rub together. I can also feel the skirt bounce around my tights clad legs as I take each step. Then with a cold look in Her eyes Mommy begins again to tease and taunt me about Her taking me out shopping for more little girls clothes since its so obvious that She thinks I look so adorable and cute in my new outfit. Looking at me and coldly smiling She says, 'Oh you are sooo adorable and I can't wait to take you shopping for some more little sissy girlie clothes?and I hope those same nice sales girls that helped me with this outfit are there when we go.' I can't believe what She just said and hope She really didn't mean it but with that look in Her eyes my heart begins to pound again. She continues, "Don't you want to go shopping with Mommy for some new outfits Patti? A sissy girl like you really needs a whole wardrobe of little girls clothes don't you think?" Horrified at this remark I again beg and plead with Her to let me out of these clothes, "Oh please Mommy, I promise that I will be a very good boy, I really promise, please can I have my old clothes back, oh Mommy please?" But instead of having any sympathy for me She begins to makes me walk around for Her, commenting on how cute and adorable I am and how I really am a total little sissy. She IGNORES my tears and my pleading to get out of these clothes, as it is so apparent that She is taking great pleasure in punishing and humiliating me this way. She mockingly shows me how to curtsey and then takes the utmost delight as She makes me curtsey several times for Her until She is satisfied I have done it to Her liking. As I curtsey and hold my short skirt out, my tights covered panties are clearly visible and She makes sure I am aware of it by saying as I curtsey, "Oh you are so cute when you show off your pretty panties?you will have to curtsey just like you have done now and show off your pretty sissy panties to the sales girls when we go shopping. Oh what a good little girl you are going to be!" Then widely grinning She remarks, "I guess I am just going to have to empty out all your closets and drawers of all of your old boy clothes to make room for your new wardrobe?and we will have to get you a wardrobe that all the other little girls in the neighborhood and at school will just be so jealous of!" Peter's Punishment, Part 6 Wanting to try and end the humiliation of the curtseys and Mommy's teasing I try to sit down on the couch. But angrily She quickly grabs me by the arm and scolds, "I didn't say you could sit down, did I? Now you will not sit down until I say you can do you understand me." I meekly nod my head as I stand in front of Her. She coldly looks at me and says, "Ok now my little sissy can sit down." Using anything I can do to lessen my extreme torment I quickly sit down on the couch. But as I do I have unknowingly made Mommy very angry again as She sternly says, "Now when a little sissy girl like you sits down she will properly fold her skirt under her with her hands so it doesn't get wrinkled ..do you understand?" With that remark She makes me stand up and keenly watches as I, in total humiliation, gently fold my skirt under me with both hands. She makes me do this utterly humiliating action several times until She is also satisfied with this. Each time She makes me sit I carefully try to fold the short skirt under me and I can feel the shortness of it and then the strange feeling of my hands against the back of the my tights clad thighs. As I sit on the couch with fresh tears running down my cheeks Mommy just stares at me. I try not to look at Her in my humiliated state. Finally She coldly says, "Now this is what we have do to bad little sissies like you! I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner!" As I sit on the couch I look down at my little legs and realize they really do look exactly like a little girls legs clad in tights, lace anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. I look down and see that in my sitting position the little pink skirt I am wearing barely even covers my crotch and I can even see a little bit of my lace trimmed panty through my tights. As I try to gently tug my skirt down Mommy snaps, "Patti you leave your skirt alone now ? I don't want it ruined!" I sit frozen and for a few moments Mommy looks deep in thought. I start to think that maybe She going to let my torment end and is ready to let me change out of these clothes and all that talk about cleaning out my closets and taking me shopping was just Her teasing me. In fact I quickly glance at Mommy's face and Her expression looks like it has softened. Thinking that now is my chance I am about to ask Her again if I can get out of these clothes when suddenly She looks up a me and with a little smile on Her lips says, "I have an idea for some fun." I am really nervous about the way She said 'fun' and the cold look in Her eyes. Peter's Punishment, Part 7 With this remark She says, "I think I will call Cathy and Linda over?I bet they would really love to see you now!" I am horrified as She begins to tell me how Her girlfriends always told Her that I was such a little sissy and should be really be punished just like one. I am in shock as She coldly says, "I'm so glad I finally listened to them?I'm calling them right now so they can come over and see that they were right!" She picks up the telephone and as She begins to dial I realize that my punishment is not over by any means and, in fact, seems to be just beginning. I now become so petrified that I begin to cry hysterically, jumping up off the couch and standing in front of Her pounding my little feet on the floor and screaming, "No no no, please Mommy no." But like every time I have pleaded with Her before She just ignores me. I just cannot believe She is going to show me off to Her girlfriends dressed like I am. In my hysterics I fall onto the floor laying there kicking my legs futilely. I am making such a commotion that Mommy angrily hangs up the telephone and begins to walk over to where I am still laying on the floor crying. Suddenly I begin to feel a warm feeling in my crotch. At first I think its just because I have been frantically kicking my legs so much, but then I quickly realize to my absolute horror that in my hysterics I have accidentally wet my panties. I quickly realize that it is just a small amount, but I panic in horror and immediately try to hide this but my short little skirt has rode up and I can see the little wet spot that has seeped through my panties and has even made a tiny little wet spot on the crotch area of my tights. Although it is very small and I thought I hid it I am wrong. Mommy has also seen it and furiously confronts me, "What did you do??what did you do? What was that spot? What are you hiding from me?" Then she utters those horrific words, "Have you wet your panties?" Still laying on the floor I try to roll over onto my stomach so as to best attempt to hide the wet spot, but She grabs me by the arm and rolls me onto my back. She puts one of Her hands firmly on my chest keeping me from rolling back over and She quickly pulls up the front of my skirt with Her other hand to confirm what She suspects. I quickly try to push my legs together tightly to hide the wet spot but She is now furious and sternly says, "Spread your legs right now do you hear me...spread your legs now!" Horrified at what She will find I try to continue to hold my tights covered legs tightly together but She is too overpowering as She begins to push my legs apart first pushing one thigh out and then the other. I realize it is futile to continue resisting and She continues to push my little legs out until my legs are well spread, my little skirt pushed up and my knees bent. "Well oh my, look what we have here," She sarcastically says as She looks at the little wet spot on my crotch. As I see the anger in Her eyes I begin to beg and plead with Her, "Oh Mommy, it was an accident...I'm sorry Mommy." I try to beg Her to let me go to the bathroom. "Please Mommy I'm sorry?it was an accident please let me go to the bathroom?please." As I see that She is continuing to ignore my pleas. I try a ploy that I hope will work and say to Her, "Oh please Mommy?I think I need to pee some more." Thinking that She would let me go if She believed that I had to pee more. But I can tell that there is no way She will listen to me and She totally ignores me and my plea, that I still need to pee. "Well what a little sissy BABY we have here!" Now I am reeling from Her using the word 'baby' but She coldly continues, "our little baby sissy girl has wet her panties hasn't she?" I futilely shake my head 'no' but She just holds me and says, "Oh yes you have. Don't you lie to Mommy, you have wet your panties just like a little sissy baby girl haven't you, HAVEN'T YOU?" I cannot answer Her as She says to me, "What a bad girl you are?a very bad little girl." I just lay there crying and wondering what will happen next. I am to quickly and horribly find out that Mommy has an additional punishment for this little sissy baby brat. Peter's Punishment, Part 8 As I lay there crying and whining She angrily grabs me firmly by the arm and lifts me off the floor. I continue to cry hysterically and can feel the wet panties against my crotch as She practically drags me back upstairs. My little legs are doing all they can to keep up with Mommy who has a firm grip on me and is pulling me along quickly. As She drags me up the stairs She says, "So you need to pee more?" sarcastically mimicking my plea. And then very angrily She snarls, "Get upstairs you bad little baby?what a very bad little sissy baby girl you are?get upstairs!" At first I assume She will probably take me back to my bedroom and in a strange way I feel a sense of relief as I assume She will have to take me out of these wet panties and will probably undress me to do so. Maybe, I pray, She will even put me back in my boy clothes too. But I am discover that I am terribly mistaken as She takes me past my bedroom, and past the bathroom, to the door at the end of the hallway. I know that this room had been empty for a long time but in the last few months Mommy had started to keep the door closed and locked. I have no idea what is in it, why She has kept it locked, or why She has taken me here. While still holding me firmly by the arm She reaches into the pocket of Her jeans and takes out a set of keys. Then She unlocks the door and I nearly faint - my little tights clad legs feeling weak - with the sight I am seeing. She has converted the room into what looks exactly like a baby's nursery room ? in fact from what I can see She has made it into a little baby GIRLS nursery room. It is painted pink and decorated with pink and white and I notice right away all the white baby furniture in it. As I quickly look around in horror I see what definitely is a crib with tall white metal bars on all sides, a large playpen on the floor and what appears to look like a baby's changing table with drawers and large storage compartments underneath it. I am frozen in the doorway as I look around the room in shock and am suddenly jolted as She quickly and firmly pulls me into the room. She then pushes me further into the room and proceeds to quickly lock the door behind Her with a key. Frantically, I try to run for the door but I cannot open it as She has locked it securely. I look up at Her as I struggle with the door but She just smiles at me apparently taking great pleasure from my predicament. In my frustration I finally just collapse on the floor at the foot of the door, continuing to cry hysterically. Ignoring my crying I can see through my tears that She has walked over to what appeared to me to be a changing table. Through my tears I look at it carefully and am horrified. Although it looks a bit large it definitely IS a changing table just like a baby's changing table. It has a white padded top with pink edging and I can see what appears to be several white straps with little pink fasteners at their ends. It has several drawers and compartments directly under the padded top although I cannot really see what is it those drawers. I am startled as Mommy turns around and while standing in front of the table looks at me and very matter of factually says, "Ok you bad little sissy baby, lets get you up here so you can 'pee more'." Her continued sarcasm on the phrase 'pee more' is not lost on me as I am now realizing my little ploy has totally backfired. Further horrified at hearing this, I now try to stay were I am near the door. I look over at Her, my eyes pleading, but She just sarcastically smiles back at me and with a flattened hand mockingly taps twice on the padded surface of the table, Her hand motion tauntingly 'calling' me to the padded table as She says, "Come on now my little sissy baby?I'm waiting." Completely horrified I continue to stay frozen by the foot of the door. She again says, "Now come on my little sissy Patti, I want you to get up here for Mommy right now?like a good little sissy baby." Horrified by what I see I continue to remain at the foot of the door. But now Mommy's face turns very stern and She puts Her hand on the top of the table's padded surface and says, "Now Patti, get up off the floor and get up here on the changing table right now or else." As I hear Her use the words CHANGING TABLE I just cannot take it and begin to have another tantrum but this time Mommy comes right over to where I am laying and begins to pick me up. Hysterically, I try to resist but She grabs my arms and practically drags me to the changing table. I begin to scream and cry as She then grabs me under my arms and quickly lifts me up?my little lace anklet and Mary Jane shoe encased feet desperately trying to stay touching the floor. As She holds me up from under my arms my crotch is clearly visible to Her inspection and She can now clearly see that I have further wet my panties and tights. With a disgusted look on Her face She continues to lift my now hysterical body up and in one swift motion She lifts me up over the table and lays me down with my back on the padded surface of the hideous piece of furniture. I can feel the plastic cover of the table's padded surface and, still hysterical, I try to get up off of it. But She quickly pushes me back down onto it on my back, and tells me, "Now don't you move." Before I can even try to move again She quickly brings one of the white straps under my arms and across my chest and fastens it to a pink clip on the other side of the table. She then firmly pulls the strap tight and I quickly realize I can no longer lift myself off the table or even roll over. I am still hysterical as She now orders me to pull my skirt up. I am crying very loudly but She tells me to lie still, shut up, and do as I am told. Angrily She yells, "Pull the front of your skirt up right now, and spread your legs do you understand me!" Her now raised and harsh voice startles me and using both hands I quickly put my skirt up over my blouse. Restrained as I am I can no longer even attempt to try and hide my wet crotch and complying with Her orders I now move my feet apart. Mommy now looks very closely at my wet panties and tights and again shakes Her head in disgust. She coldly says, "Well you little sissy, just look at this?You have had a tantrum and wet your panties just like a little baby, didn't you?" Crying loudly all I can say is, "No Mommy no, it was, it was an accident?I'm sorry?pleeease?." But She just ignores my pleading as She did before. She then says to me something that totally horrifies me because I'm not sure what She means but I can clearly tell that She is seething with anger. "Well we have something for bad little sissy girls who wet their panties." Peter's Punishment, Part 9 I continue to cry as Mommy again tells me, "Lay still," but now She Adds, "and put your legs together.' As I continue to hold my skirt up over my blouse, now afraid to even let go of it, I am horrified at how angry She is and I quickly comply and I push my feet together until my Mary Jane shoes are touching. I am praying that She is satisfied that She has seen that I have wet my panties and that She will now take me to the bathroom. But I am sorely mistaken as Mommy then takes both of Her hands, and grabbing my tights by the waistband carefully but deliberately, pulls them down to my ankles. I was not prepared for this and don't know what She is doing and become hysterical again kicking my legs back and forth. I quickly realize that by pulling the tights down to my ankles it has effectively bound my feet together. She grabs me firmly by the chin and tells me, "Stop your kicking right now ?you hold perfectly still you little brat?do you understand me!" Again I quickly comply at the harsh sound of Her voice and become motionless. I watch in agony as She then reaches down under the table and see that She has retrieved a pair of scissors. She says nothing to me but I can tell I better not move one muscle as She proceeds to cut my wet panties off with the scissors by snipping through the waistband at each leg opening and briskly pulling the wet panties out from under me. She holds them up so She can see then and coldly says, "I think our little baby girl wet her panties some more when she had her tantrum here in the nursery?didn't she??well I guess you really did need to 'pee more' these panties are soaked!" Furious at their wetness, She pushes the wet panties in my face and nose and holds them there as I try to turn my head away from them. Now chiding me about this 'accident' I watch in horror as She tosses the panties into the trash. As I continue to cry She tells me to spread my legs wide and continue to hold my skirt up. She has no sympathy what so ever and coldly says She was glad She was prepared for a little sissy girl like me to act like such a baby as I comply and spread my legs. "Now you pathetic little sissy?since you act like a baby you will be treated like a baby," She coldly says. As I lay there frozen with fright She reaches under the table and brings up a large white bottle of what is clearly baby powder and what looks like a container of pre-moistened baby wipes and places them near my feet. At first I can't really see it but I quickly lift my head and can read that the container says in large print: BABY WIPES ? 500 COUNT. I can also see that in smaller print it says: Cleans and Soothes ? Helps Prevent Chaffing and Diaper Rash. Ignoring my tears and pleading She takes a baby wipe from the container and begins to wipe it all over my tiny male genitals. Still not completely comprehending what is happening to me I realize that the baby wipe feels cool on my skin. As She continues with a second wipe I realize that I have unconsciously spread my legs even wider so She can easily wipe my crotch and genital area. She then grabs my feet which are still locked together by the tights around my ankles and before I know it She firmly lifts them up off the table and practically over my head fully exposing my rear. The strap around my chest prevents me from any movement of my upper body and She has a firm hold on my legs at my ankles. Still firmly holding my legs with one hand She takes another baby wipe and begins to wipe my rear and anus. I cry hysterically as She does this but She just continues to ignore me. Still holding my legs I see Her reach for the bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads the powder on me. Finally She lowers my legs back onto the table. She orders me to spread my legs wide and I do but my feet are still bound together by the tights so all I can do in bend my knees and pull my feet towards me. She actually smiles in delight and is even a bit surprised as She watches me spread my legs like this and even softens Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby ? spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Satisfied that I am well powdered She then reaches down and I hear Her opening one of the drawers. I am totally horrified and nearly faint at what I see next. A thick white disposable diaper, I don't think I can remember ever seeing one of these so close to me in my life. She smiles, almost giggling, as She sees my horrified reaction to the sight of it as She holds the still folded diaper between Her red nailed fingers. Even as She holds it in its folded state I can see the white plastic covering, thick white padding, elastic leg gathers and wide white fastening tapes. She stares at me and brings the diaper closer to my face and mockingly says, "Do you know what I have here for you?" I say nothing in my frightened state and She says again, "Come on now?be a good little sissy and tell Mommy what I have here for you." Hysterically I cry out, "Nooo, nooo?pleeeease." Again She taunts me, "Come on little sissy girl, tell Mommy what I have for her here." Finally sensing that it is just too much for me to answer Her She finally sarcastically says, "Alright?don't answer me you little brat ?you know what this is and if you have any doubt you are going to find out right now?now you keep your legs spread wide and lift up your bottom so I can put you in your diaper you very BAD BAD little girl." Oh God, She really means it. She is really going to put me in a diaper. A diaper! I just cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm a ten years old boy and I'm now dressed like a 6 year old girl and now I am going to be put into a diaper too. I begin again to plead with Her not to put me in the diaper but She will have none of it. She angrily Scowls, "You have really been a very bad little bratty sissy girl and this is what happens to bad little sissies like you who wet their panties?they have to wear diapers, now lift up now!" Seeing the anger in Her face I quickly comply and lift my rear off the table feeling the tightness of the strap across my chest as I try to arch my back. Now as She unfolds the diaper I see its hideous hourglass shape, elastic leg and waist bands, and thick white padding. Pleased that I am still holding my rear off the table Her tone softens a bit and She now coldly begins teasing me by holding the diaper near my tear streaked face and stroking Her fingers over the now open crotch of the diaper and saying, "h these diapers are so soft and thick, they were the thickest ones available?and the package said they were 'baby soft' so I just knew you are going to love wearing them." I watch in sheer horror as She then expertly slides the unfolded diaper under me. I try to now hold myself up off the diaper but Mommy puts Her hand on my stomach and firmly begins to push as She says, "Now stop being such a brat a be a good little sissy baby and lay down on your diaper." Knowing I cannot resist Her I relax and lower my rear onto the diaper and as I do I can feel its very thick, and soft, padding against my rear. She tells me to continue to hold my skirt up over my chest as I have unconsciously never let go of it the whole time. Now as I continue to plead She coldly says, "You know something you little sissy brat, I've really had enough noise and whining out of you," She then reaches down and pulls from a drawer underneath me a large baby's pacifier which She thrusts into my mouth. She holds it there with Her hand as She says, "Now that will keep our little sissy baby girl quiet...don't you touch it or even think of spitting it out?do you understand me." I look at Her coldly starring at me as She says again, "Do you understand me!" Now unable to speak I meekly nod my head up and down. Finally She says, "Now that's a good baby girl," as She finally takes Her hand off the pacifier, leaving it firmly in my mouth. Peter's Punishment, Part 10 She finally begins to smile again and I now watch Her as She tries not to giggle at me as I lay there strapped on the changing table, pacifier plugging my mouth, my white blouse buttoned up to my neck, my hands holding my skirt hem up around my chest, my tights pulled down around my lace anklet encased feet which are locked in black patent leather Mary Jane shoes, legs spread wide with knees bent, unfolded hourglass shaped disposable diaper under my powdered crotch and rear. As I lay there She tells me how PATHETIC a little sissy I am. I lay on the changing table in that position as Mommy sternly tells me not to move. "Now don't you move one bit?do you hear me." She then takes Her keys out of the pocket of Her jeans, unlocks the door, and walks out of the room. I can hear Her walk down the hall and go into the bathroom and close the door. A few moments later I hear the toilet flush and water running in the sink. For a few minutes there is total silence and I quickly look around the room. I again can see the crib which looks just like a baby's crib with shiny metal bars on all sides except that it seems a bit larger than ones I have seen for babies. The playpen also looks quite large and the sides seem very high - almost as tall as I am. While Mommy is out of the room my mind is racing. I am trying to look at everything in the room and I have a thought of trying to unhook the strap and get down off the table when Mommy walks back into the room, re-locking the door behind Her. As She does, I begin to try to plead with Her again but the pacifier prevents me from speaking and I am too frightened to take it out. She walks over and stands in front of the changing table She has secured me to. She completely ignores my pleading looking tear streaked eyes, and says, "Ok little sissy baby, it's time we finish getting you into your diaper." I try to yell, "No, no," but with the pacifier in my mouth the only sounds I can make are little moans. I am praying for mercy but Mommy shows none whatsoever. With both of Her hands She begins to firmly pull the diaper up between my legs. As She pulls it tight over my crotch it forces my legs to be spread out even further and I can now really begin to feel the thickness of its padding. I lay motionless as She then tapes it on very securely, first one side and then the other, making several adjustments as She makes sure it is on very tight and secure. I can really feel that it is very thick and that She has put it on me very tightly. I try to move my hands down near the diaper to see if there is any chance I can unfasten the tapes but She quickly brushes them away and scowls, "You keep your hands away from your diaper, do you understand me?don't even think of trying to take it off?do you understand me! You have been a very bad little sissy girl and you will wear diapers for as long as I say so!" She then tells me to straighten my legs and She firmly pulls my tights back up making sure they are fully up with the waistband around my waist. She runs Her hand over my diapered crotch making sure the tights are completely pulled up and the thick disposable diaper is smooth under it. She smiles as She can see that the tights have essentially locked the thick diaper on me so securely that I can no longer close my legs. I try to close my legs but I cannot and I can only comfortably lay there with my legs spread and knees bent.. Mommy leans over and looking me right in the eye says, "Now our little sissy baby girl can wet herself all She wants," then sarcastically correcting Herself. "Oh, 'pee more', Mommy has plenty more diapers for you." Peter's Punishment, Part 11 After making me lay there for some more time Mommy finally undoes the strap and tells me to get up off the table and in my slow response She actually grabs me under both arms and picks me up off the table. As I get to my feet I look down in horror to see that my short skirt does nothing to hide the thick diaper which is clearly visible under my tights. With a giggle Mommy says She will need to take me out shopping to the supermarket for more diapers since She only bought one package which will only be a 'few days supply' and She cannot wait to put me in the seat of the shopping cart so everybody can see what a sissy little girl I really am. She also reiterates that She can't wait to take me shopping for more little girls clothes making special note of the fact that my very small size will be a great advantage for Her so She can pick out clothes appropriate for a five or six year old girl. She then says with a laugh, "I think we can even get you into some of the larger toddler girl dresses?they are just so adorable...I'm sure you would fit into them and they are made especially to fit nicely over thick diapers like you are going to be wearing?and I'm sure the salesgirls will help us pick them out." With this cutting remark I swallow hard and as I reach for the pacifier in my mouth She quickly slaps my hand away and says, "You keep that pacifier in your mouth until I tell you that you can remove it?do you understand!" I meekly shake my head yes. Then She continues Her thought, cruelly saying, "It will be so much easier to buy things that fit you by taking you with me to try them on before we buy them?don't you think? I am so glad you're so small as I can't wait to buy you some of those tights with the ruffles on the seat, they will look so adorable over your diapers?And I saw so many absolutely adorable A-line dresses in the toddler girls department that you will look so cute in?all the sales girls wanted me to buy them for you." Finally, with a wicked look in Her eyes, "And maybe we will have to try out one of those baby changing stations they now have in all the ladies rooms at the malls ? you will certainly get a lot of looks from the girls in there," She says as She laughs out loud. Peter's Punishment, Part 12 She takes me firmly by the arm back downstairs to the living room. The thick diapers make me walk in a strange way with my legs spread as I 'toddle' down the stairs. I start to try to sit back on the couch but She makes me sit down on the floor and I quickly recognize that I cannot close my legs and have to sit there with my legs spread and my diaper clearly visible. As I hopelessly tug at the hem of my short skirt desperately trying to see if it will cover my clearly visible diapered crotch She seems not to notice me doing it as says to me mockingly, "Maybe I should put you in the nice playpen Mommy got for you. That way Mommy can know where you are all the time and it will be a convenient place for you to keep all the little dollies I am going to get you to play with. I know you really want to play with them as all little sissies do. I should bring it down from upstairs in the nursery and put it here in the living room don't you think?" Then quickly She adds, "I have a better idea?why don't we get you a second playpen, one for playtime down here and one for little naps upstairs?I think that is what I will do." But my tugging on my skirt is to no avail and finally as She sees what I am doing She sternly snaps, "Patti, stop tugging on your skirt?I told you I will not have you ruin it!" Then with a little smile She sarcastically continues, "Mommy picked it out because it is very short and cute and it looks perfect on you?and I knew it would show off your sissy baby diapers just the way I want it to." Peter's Punishment, Part 13 Seeing that I'm not crying anymore She then says She is definitely going to invite Her girlfriends over so they can see what a PATHETIC sissy I am. She sarcastically says that if I have a tantrum now it won't matter as I can wet my diapers all I want. She tells me that one of Her girlfriends has a teenage daughter who is starting to baby-sit and that She would let Her improve Her diaper changing skills on me. This last threat is too much more for me to bear and I lay down on my back and begin crying again and kicking my legs back and forth as She just watches and laughs. Eventually after I cry myself out She makes me get up and tells me that since I had a tantrum I must stand in the corner and be perfectly still. She drags me over by the arm and says, "Now you stand here and try to be a good little sissy girl until I get back." She makes me stand there for some time as She goes to the bathroom again and freshens Herself up. I am too horrified to even think about moving a muscle until She gets back. After what seems like forever She finally returns. She takes me firmly by the hand and walks me over to where Her chair is with the telephone sitting on the table next to it. I know what She is going to do and I am helpless and too drained to try to do anything to try and stop Her. "Now Patti, I don't want to hear one single sound out of you while Mommy calls Cathy and Linda?do you understand me." Utterly exhausted, I meekly nod yes. She gives me one last stare and then sits down and reaches for the telephone. But my heart is pounding as I stand there watching Her dial the telephone. I pray that there will be no answer. Then I cringe as I hear Mommy say, "Hi Cathy, how are you??Yes I am fine?what are you doing right now??Oh that's great because there is something, actually someone, that I want you to see?What?? well do you remember what we talked about concerning Peter and his brattyness?yes that? well I took your advise...yes ALL of it!" Mommy begins to laugh as She is listening then says, still giggling a bit, "Well you will really like what you will see, I think the results are even better than you had told me they would be!." Mommy laughs again then says, "Oh you were so right and I'm so glad I listened to you...what?Oh yes, I am definitely going to call Linda right now because Her suggestions were so great too?just like you said they would be?OK, see you soon, bye!" Mommy hangs up the telephone and stares at me but says nothing. She then smiles and says to me, 'Now you stay quiet while I call Linda." I swallow hard as I realize that Mommy's friend Cathy is coming over. I also notice something else and try to put it out of my mind but I cannot. I am really starting to feel the need to pee. Peter's Punishment, Part 14 As Mommy picks up the telephone again I begin to think about what is going to happen. I had met Her friend Cathy before and I always got nervous about the way She would always say to Mommy thinks like, "You know Sue, I don't know why you put up with Peter's bad behavior. I would NEVER stand for that. You really need to teach him a lesson. Let me know if you need some advise." I never understood what She meant by 'advise'. What I now was starting to realize was that Cathy had given Mommy some 'advise' and that's what they were talking and giggling about on the telephone. And I could tell that it had a lot to do with the way Mommy had punished me. Thinking about this made me even more horrified that Cathy was now coming over. Again I can feel the nagging tingling in my groin that I need to pee and that it is getting stronger but I fight it and try to put it out of my mind. Mommy dials the telephone as I stand in front of Her. At first She seems to be ignoring me but then, holding the telephone in one hand, She takes Her other hand and begins to run it over the front of my skirt. She is sort of 'brushing' it downward with Her hand as if smoothing it. Then She begins to run Her hand over my tights, again sort of checking that they are smooth. She really isn't even looking at me as if She is doing it instinctively. I don't dare move while She is doing this although the pressure on my tiny bladder is growing with each passing moment. She suddenly stops brushing my skirt and says, "Hi, Suzanne? Well how are you dear??Yes this is Mrs. Hoffman. I was just calling to see if your Mom was home?what??She just walked in, well what good timing. So tell me what have you been up to at school?Well I'm glad to hear that. While I have you on the telephone I wanted to ask you how your babysitting is going...uh huh...well how would you like to get some more 'hands on' experience??what?...well yes dear that used to be the case but things have changed and now I DO have a baby in the house." Mommy coldly looks me right in the eye as She says this and I swallow hard as I can tell She is talking about ME. Mommy continues, "Well if its OK with your mom we will be able to give you lots of experience with taking care of a baby?what dear?? Oh yes that will include diaper changes and everything, definitely. What??oh it's a little girl you will be taking care of and you are really going to be a big help?Oh yes dear, you will get lots of experience in dressing her and everything." This is all too much for me to take. I really have to pee, and not even thinking I go to put my hand on my crotch to 'press' as I sometime do when I have to pee real bad. Luckily for me Mommy isn't looking at me as She is talking. As my hand reaches down I am met with a very unfamiliar feeling as my hand brushes past the hem of my short skirt and I make contact with the tights covered thick disposable diaper I am wearing. It is so thick and tight I can't really even feel 'myself' to press on. I am stunned when in mid sentence Mommy quickly slaps my hand away from my crotch, giving me a very cold stern look at the same time and mouthing the words 'stop that now' to me. She then continues Her conversation, "I think Suzanne if you and your Mom are not doing anything right now that you just might be getting your experience faster than I thought...well I'm glad you are excited about it now let me speak with your mom OK?, thanks." Peter's Punishment, Part 15 Mommy stops talking for a moment and doesn't even look at me. She is just staring off into space when She suddenly says, "Hi?Linda? Hi, how are you??oh just fine, thanks?Suzanne really sounds like She is growing up fast? a ninth grader? Well how time flies. Well the reason I'm calling is I wanted to let you know that I did take the advise you and Cathy had given me concerning peter?what??yes, exactly? I should have listened to you two from the very start. I thought I would be able to do things differently but now I am so sorry that I waited so long!?yes you were so right?so what are you doing right now??well Cathy is on Her way over right now and it would be great if you could come over too." Mommy begins to laugh at something Linda must have said and replies?oh the results are really impressive, you've just got to see my 'little girl'. As She says the words 'little girl' She again looks right at me and begins to brush and touch my skirt and tights covered thighs again. Then She continues, "And I know Suzanne is trying to get some babysitting experience so I was hoping you would bring Her too?oh that's great. What??oh I think that you, Cathy, and I will be able to make sure that the 'baby' behaves for Suzanne." Mommy laughs again then, "See you both soon?bye." Mommy hangs up the telephone and has noticed that I have begun 'dancing' on my feet a bit. I can't help it as my bladder is really starting to drive me crazy now. She looks at me and says, "Now Patti, we are going to be having Mommy's girlfriends over?do you understand?and I want you behave like a very good little girl, do you understand me." Peter's Punishment, Part 16 I try to nod to Mommy still knowing that I must not remove the pacifier that is still in my mouth. But evidently She didn't like my half hearted reply so She grabs me by the chin and again says, "Do you understand me." This time I quickly nod my head up and down. She then says gleefully, "Cathy and Linda are coming over and Linda is bringing Her daughter Suzanne too. They really can't wait to see you?you'll really like meeting Suzanne?in fact you may be seeing quite a bit of Her." I want to cry and scream at the same time but I cannot. Now as my filled bladder makes me dance around on my Mary Jane shoes encased feet, Mommy begins to look at me strangely. My bladder is screaming and I try to 'reach' Her with my pleading eyes but She is still just coldly looking at me. Finally She says, "Patti, why are you jumping around, Mommy wants you to be still and you must be on you best behavior when Mommy's girlfriends get here." But I can't stand still and finally I try to speak with the pacifier still I my mouth. "Mommy I have to go the bathroom, I really have to pee." But my words are all mumbled because of the pacifier. Mommy looks at me and sarcastically says, "Does Patti want to say something to Mommy?" I furiously nod my head up and down hoping She will take the pacifier out of my mouth. For a second I think She is going to, but then Her face turns very stern and She coldly says, "Well you have been a very bad little girl and I will not have you crying and screaming and babbling on like before, especially with Mommy's friend here?so you just suck on that pacifier like the little sissy brat that you are, do you understand?and stop this dancing or I'll put you in your playpen right now ?do you want that?" I shake my head back and forth trying to say no. Then, without even realizing it, I try to put my hand on my crotch and press again but this time Mommy not only pushes it away I can see that She now knows now why I am doing it. A little smile comes to Her face as She sarcastically says, "Well well, does little Patti have to go 'pee pee'?" I furiously nod my head up and down as She continues, "and does little Patti want to go to the bathroom??is this what you were trying to tell Mommy?" As I hear Her say this I begin to feel a sense of relief as I think She might actually let me go to the bathroom and pee. But my hope quickly is shattered as She slowly, deliberately, and coldly says, "Well?you listen to me you little sissy brat and listen good?Patti has been a very very bad little girl and has wet her panties before? so Mommy had to put her in a diaper just like the little sissy baby that she is?so Patti is a little sissy baby girl that cannot go to the bathroom?the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their panties. Diapered little sissy girls like you will just have to wet in your diaper like the sissy baby that you really are?that's why you have been put in them?is that understood." I'm reeling from Her harsh words and I can't believe that She has just said this and as I try to begin to try to plead again through the pacifier She cuts me right off, "I don't want to hear another sound out of you and that is final?do you understand me?and don't you touch your diaper again!" The tears start to flow from my eyes and I cannot hold myself together anymore. I begin to cry and suddenly I also feel that I cannot hold my bladder another second. I am horrified as I feel the first trickle of pee begin to go out of me and into the tight and thick disposable diaper She has put me in. Peter's Punishment, Part 17 Knowing that Mommy's friends are on their way over right now I try to fight the urge to pee in my diapers as hard as I can?but it is no use. At first only a little pee has trickled out of me and I try to hold it again. Straining with all my might I look at Mommy and try to plead with my tear filled eyes one more time but it is clear that She has absolutely no sympathy for me. I cannot stand the strain any more and suddenly I feel a large flow begin to leave my body. I feel the warm pee begin to fill and spread out into the crotch of the thick disposable diaper that is tight against my body. I actually expect the pee to begin to run down my legs like it has done when I have had accidents before, and instinctively I quickly reach down to my crotch to feel for the wetness. But I quickly realize that the thick and tight diaper has contained it all. As the pee begins to flow out of me I hysterically begin to try run towards the bathroom but Mommy quickly and firmly grabs me by the arm and sternly says, "Just were do you think you are going?" I try to mumble 'bathroom' through the pacifier but Mommy just holds me where I am and coldly says, "Now I've told you before and I will not tell you again?the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their panties. You've been a bad, bad, little girl who wet her panties and I have put you in a diaper for a reason?now I am through explaining this to you." With this last remark all of my will power has left me and I cannot hold another drop as my bladder begins to totally empty into the thick diaper. I'm not sure Mommy realizes that I have now thoroughly wet my diaper but I can tell She really doesn't care if I have. Again I quickly put my hand on my crotch really expecting now to find everything wet but to my amazement my tights are dry. Mommy doesn't see me checking and I quickly take my hands away from my diapered crotch before She does see me. I can definitely feel the warmth of the pee that has spread out into the thick crotch of the disposable diaper. I actually am almost feeling a sense of relief when Mommy looks at me and says, "Now Patti, Linda, Cathy, and Suzanne will be here any minute so you had better be a good little girl for them?do you understand me!" Well, in my need to pee and everything I had allowed myself to forget that they were coming but Mommy's warning has brought me back to reality very quickly. Here I am wearing the little girl clothes that Mommy has dressed me in, and also a now very wet disposable diaper that is clearly visible under my short skirt and tights, and Mommy's Girlfriends will be here any minute! I am horrified! Then I hear the doorbell ring. I begin to cry again as Mommy says, "Now patti, Mommy's girlfriends are here?now stop your blabbering this instant!" I just totally lose control and just sit down on the carpet and begin to cry loudly kicking my little tights enclosed legs back and forth just like a bad little baby girl having a tantrum. Mommy gives me a stern, disgusted look but says nothing as She opens the front door. Peter's Punishment, Part 18 As Mommy opens the front door I hear Her say, "Oh Hi Cathy!...thanks so much for coming right over." "Oh no problem Sue, I truthfully couldn't wait to come over here after what you told me on the phone." I then hear Cathy say, "So where's your 'little girl'?" "Well Cathy, she is the one crying and kicking right over here." Out of the corner of my tear filled eyes I can see Cathy walking towards me. She is a very tall woman with shoulder length straight blond hair. She is wearing black pants, a blue blouse, black loafers, and a denim jacket. As She walks over to me She exclaims, "Oh Sue!?What an adorable little girl you have!?I really love the outfit she is wearing," and with a little laugh adds, "it really is just like the one we all talked about." Cathy then bends over a little, looks at me and teasingly says, "Well why is this little girl crying?" Just then the doorbell rings again and with Cathy still standing over me Mommy goes and opens the front door again. Quickly glancing towards the door I can see a woman about Mommy's age and with Her a much younger girl who I would guess is about 14 or maybe 15. They are both dressed in blue jeans and white blouses. The older woman is wearing running shoes and a dark blue windbreaker jacket while the younger girl is wearing 'work' type boots and a tan leather jacket. They both have long straight light brown hair, the older woman's in a pony tail and the younger girls hair falling naturally over Her shoulders. I can hear my Mother greet the two of them warmly. "Hello ladies, I'm so glad you could come over?Oh Suzanne, you have really grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you?you've really become quite the young woman?I think you are taller than your Mom now.." I can hear other exchanges of greetings. Then Linda steps right over to where Cathy is standing over me. She looks at me and then at Cathy and just puts Her hand to Her practically giggling face and exclaims, "Oh my precious!...she is absolutely adorable!" I can hear Cathy say, "Yes Linda? isn't she just the most adorable little thing!" Suzanne comes and over and now all the woman are standing directly over me. I try not to look at them as I continue to cry. I can still feel the warmth of my wet diaper tightly against me and realize there is even more pee coming out of me at that very moment. Peter's Punishment, Part 19 Suzanne looks at me and then to Mommy and the two other woman and says, "Is this the little boy, I mean baby girl that you were telling me about Ma??she is sooo cute but why is she crying?" I dare not look up at any of them as I'm afraid to do anything. But I can definitely feel a major wave of warm fluid leaving me and going into the tight diaper I am wearing. I