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Whoopsies, Chapter 4 ? By: Beverly Taff For the rest of that year we studied hard and scored highly in the National Curriculum exams. Colin exceeded himself despite having to sit the exam in his special baby chair with its adapted writing table. It was incongruous to realise that inside Colin?s toddler body with his chubby little bandy legs and soft podgy arms, there lived a consummate adult author. Despite being only able to crawl everywhere and occasionally wobble uncertainly on two unsteady little feet, Colin was a polished writer and mathematician. These skills were of little use to him however; except as an accounts clerk for our daddy?s fashion business. Nobody else would ever employ an incontinent toddler who had to be carried or wheeled almost everywhere. Nevertheless, like us, Colin still had another year at school before he could start work full time for our daddy. The next year rolled around until finally, Pauline reached her sixteenth birthday. As promised, our mummies and daddy arranged for us to have our ?botties fixed? and we were taken to the school doctor?s special, private clinic. I was to be the first to undergo the operation and I was surprised to learn that it was all to be done under a local anaesthetic. I was simply laid on my back whilst my legs were secured into a pair of stirrups then spread as far apart as they could go. I felt awfully vulnerable as the pretty lady doctor studied my most intimate parts. This was nothing like having my nappies changed for she carefully poked and prodded as she tested every possible aspect of my condition. Then I felt a series of many sharp needle-pricks being inserted in a ring around my anus. There must have been at least two hundred injections as the school doctor smiled and explained. ?This is part of the procedure. This liquid will react with the next liquid and it will also numb your colon so you wont feel any pain. Then I can modify your colon it for a butt plug.? I blinked uncomprehendingly as she reached across and showed me what was to become my butt-plug. In some ways it resembled an old fashioned child?s top. It was pale blue, about three inches long and about two inches wide at the thick end. The other end narrowed to about one and a half inches for it was slightly tapered. The most unusual detail however was the large smooth thread that wound down to the tapered end. I was allowed to hold it and examine it before she took it back. Then she smeared both the plug and my anus with a lubricating cream before handing the slippery plug back to me. ?Now Beverly, try and fit this into your anus tapered end first.? I got a bit annoyed that she thought me stupid. The plug obviously had to go in ?tapered end first? and I told her so even if my clumsy lisping tongue made me sound silly. ?I no- stupid. I- obvious i-wi- no- go big en- fust!? I objected as I gingerly tried to push the plug into my bottom. I felt no pain because my colon was anaesthetised but the plug proved difficult to insert. The doctor smiled and kissed my forehead gently. ?Not like that you silly goose. Look, it?s threaded with this large thick thread. Try twisting it in.? I did as she asked and the plug soon worked its way painlessly into my butt. I lost my grip when the plug was about two and three quarter inches in and I could twist it no further. ?My fingers swipping. I won' tuwn. I- no go in any mow,? I observed. She gently moved my hand aside then fiddled with the plug until she was happy with its location. ?There we are darling. Now it?s fully in position. Try and remove it.? The outer end of the plug was flush with my outer sphincter and could not grip the rim at all. It was impossible for me to unscrew it. There seemed to be some sort of hole in the end that my fingers couldn?t quite fit into, but I had no certain idea what it was. Without a mirror it was impossible to tell. She smiled as she spoke again. ?Very good darling, now leave it there whilst I make it secure.? I took my hands away and watched the nurse start to crank the stirrups apart. I felt my legs being spread as wide as they could go until I was firmly secured and could not move my legs, hips or butt. The doctor then held up a huge syringe and smiled. ?This is a special surgical polymer that will set hard around the plug in your anus. This liquid will react with the earlier injected fluid. Once intermingled with the paralysed muscle tissue of your sphincter the two fluids will form a tough compound that will mould your sphincter tightly to the plug. Thus your sphincter will become permanently threaded and dedicated to receive only your butt plug. Marjorie and Pauline?s plugs will have different threads so you won?t be able to swap plugs. Your rectum will only accept your butt plug and nobody else?s will fit.? Next she fiddled around with my butt plug and I heard a soft click inside my rectum. There was no sensation, just a soft dull click that resonated against my pelvic bone. I was about to ask what it was but she had already started the next procedure. She started injecting the second fluid in another series of multiple injections all around my rectum. The next bit frightened me a bit. She produced a fine bore electric drill rather like a dentist?s drill and busied herself drilling lots of tiny holes in four different spokes radiating out from my sphincter to my pelvic bone. Then she returned with the syringes and injected a third polymer deep under the skin into the drilled holes in my pelvic bones. I could see all this in the large mirror that she had placed for me to watch the procedure. Eventually, she sighed and smiled as she looked up. ?There we are darling. That?s all finished. She studied her handiwork and mopped up the droplets of blood for a couple of minutes. All I could do was lie there with my legs wide apart as the doctor idly studied my pee- pee. ?You?re quite well endowed for a little girl aren?t you darling?? I did not know how to answer this bizarre observation. I had no idea how my pee-pee compared with other people?s pee pees. The only other pee pees I had ever seen were Colin?s and Delia?s. Colin was a ?proper boy whilst Delia was like me, a sissy. What did I know about pee pees? The doctor shrugged and smiled affectionately as she stroked my pee-pee tenderly. ?Don?t be ashamed of her darling, she?s a lovely pee-pee. All the girls will like you when you?re older darling. I?ll leave you for a while and you wont be able to move for your legs, arms and spine are paralysed whilst the polymers set? With this she gave me my dummy and I eagerly sucked it into my mouth to pacify my craving to suck. The doctor smiled again then left to attend to the girls and returned several hours later. I smiled nervously as the doctor inspected her handiwork. Fortunately her interest was professional and concerned my butt plug. She gave the plug a final twist but it refused to budge for it was now tightly screwed in. I felt no pain for my butt was still anaesthetised but I felt my hips being rotated on the table by the amount of torque the doctor had applied. It was obvious that my butt plug was screwed in really tight and totally secure. ?There that?s about right.? She smiled knowingly. ?You will notice how your pelvis felt the torque as I twisted the butt plug. This is because your pubic bones and lower pelvis are firmly attached to your sphincter. The polymer compound is tough and flexible and the material has also been injected into your pelvic bones. Your rectum can flex slightly but essentially it has become an integral part of your pelvis. The pattern of injections has formed four radial spokes that extend to your pelvis. As the compound finally sets, those ?spokes? will permanently attached your rectum to your pelvis with artificial ligatures, it only remains for the ligatures to harden completely so you will have to continue lying perfectly still like that for a few more hours whilst the polymers cure. Your sphincter won?t be rock hard, but it will always be firm enough to grip and retain your butt plug. You could even be rodded like a tailor?s mannequin and the artificial ligatures would support you.? After this explanation, the doctor gave me a final injection and I knew no more. I came to in a special recovery room to find Marjorie and Pauline laying on tables either side of me. They were still unconscious and they lay perfectly still on their backs with their legs parted very wide and their knees drawn up like when their nappies were being changed. At first of course, I felt dozy then as I recovered, I slowly propped myself up and studied their beautiful innocent sleeping faces sucking contentedly on their dummies. The surgical trolley was quite high but I was able to slide gingerly to the floor then drop the last few inches. I was totally naked so I had to wait for a moment as my large, bouncy, sensitive boobs settled down. I could not find my special child sized twenty-two inch, D cup tutu so I had to stay naked as I tippy-toed nervously across to Marjorie?s trolley. She lay on her back completely naked with her legs still parted and her knees drawn up so I sneaked a peep at her arsehole. Marjorie had a pink plug with a peculiarly shaped slot in it, just like the escutcheon of a door lock. I immediately recognised that her butt-plug had some sort of locking device so I quickly checked Pauline?s. Hers was a pretty yellow plug with a similar locking device. A ripple of fear ran through my bones as I now recognised the hole in my plug to be a similar ?key hole?. As I stood staring at Marjorie and Pauline?s butt plugs, my local anaesthetic started to wear off. I felt the fullness of the plug in my butt? and recognised the sensation. My rectum felt quite stretched but I found I could walk. After walking naked across the recovery room, I realised that I could at least walk properly and the butt plug did not interfere with my legs. It was just that my arse felt as though I was permanently passing a large stool. The feeling was not comfortable but I was surprised that I had any feeling at all. For the past ten years I had felt no sensations in my butt at all. Now at least, I had something. At that point, Marjorie stirred and I went to stand beside her as she woke. As her eyes slitted cautiously, I took out my dummy to speak. ?Hewwow darwing. Ha- a good sweep?? Marjorie stirred slightly then opened her eyes wider and smiled as she recognised me. I bent down and gently tugged her dummy out and then kissed her soft babyish lips. She gurgled softly. ?Mmmm, dass nice.? I repeated my kiss and she raised her head eagerly to meet my lips again. All of us had very sensuous, sensitive lips. Whenever somebody kissed our lips we automatically tried to draw their tongue into our mouths. Our natural infant reaction to suck on anything touching our lips was reflected in our adult responses. We would try to draw the tongue of our kisser into our mouths. It made our mutual kisses wildly erotic and pleasurable. Urgently we sucked on each other?s tongues as our lips melded tightly together. Eventually, I had to breath and pulled my tongue out of her vacuuming mouth. Marjorie reluctantly released me and we gasped for breath as Pauline finally started to wake up. Marjorie eased herself off the theatre trolley and we both investigated Pauline?s butt plug. ?Why is dey a key?? lisped Marjorie. ?I dunno,? I replied, ?Maybe ow- mummies haw de keys.? Gingerly, I fingered Pauline?s plug and discovered it was also tightly lodged. There was no way I could unscrew it. Just like Marjorie?s and mine, Pauline?s plug was perfectly flush with her modified sphincter and provided no grip to turn it. It was obvious that the plug could only be unscrewed by inserting a key. We realised that we all needed keys to unscrew our plugs out of our sphincters. Whosoever held the keys, held us in their thrall. Marjorie and I realised this simultaneously and we exchanged knowing glances as we chorused. ?Mummy!? Our words woke Pauline and she stirred as she smiled. Once again I tugged out Pauline?s pacifier and kissed her lips because I loved the way she responded like Marjorie. ?Come on sweeping bwooty,? giggled Marjorie,? Bewewy?s no- yow pwince charming!? Pauline released my tongue then cautiously fingered her butt and smiled as she located the hard plastic plug. ?We fixed,? she gurgled. Marjorie and I nodded as Pauline bent double and tried to look at her plug. It was hard to examine without a mirror and there was none in the recovery room. I made her job easy and bent over as I parted my soft rounded butt cheeks. ?Here, wook at mine,? I offered. A crease wrinkled her brow as she recognised the locking device and she became thoughtful. ?Iss wocked,? she observed. I nodded ruefully as Marjorie added. ?An- we don- haw keys! We weally fixed!? she added nervously. ?Ow mummies stiw de bosses!? Pauline?s face clouded as she realised the situation. She slid down off her trolley and tried walking. Then turned and spoke. ?My botty feew fuw. Wike I wan-, I dunno.? ?Dass de pwug,? I explained. ?Yow juss- feew wike you wanna go whoopsies. I wemember dis feewing- before my botty needed nappies.? Pauline had always worn nappies so she had never known what it was like to ?want to go?. The full sensation in her rectum was a completely new sensation to her. She stopped walking and stood thoughtfully as she tried to experiment with her sphincter muscles. Her plugged sphincter precipitated a natural urge to ?push? but it was a useless effort. The motor functions in her sphincter muscles and defecation reaction were completely inoperable. She would have to get used to the sensation of always passing a motion. Fortunately for her, the sensation was a novelty and she would adjust to it quickly. For Marjorie and I there would always be that unconscious urge to ?push? and the subsequent frustration of never having our natural responses fulfilled. As our uncertainties enveloped us, we embraced uncertainly and our supersensitive breasts brushed provocatively against each other as our nipples became hard. Then my pee-pee became hard and the girls giggled knowingly. At least that part still seemed to work. Pauline eagerly thrust her petal soft vagina lips against my pee pee and Marjorie giggled knowingly as she fingered my erection. ?A weast- Bewewy?s still go- a pee pee. You can do i- now Paween. Yow sisteen. Yow old enuff.? A light of realisation widened Pauline?s smile. She was indeed sixteen and she was also naked. There were no nappies or waterproof panties or all-in- one secure tutus to prevent us. With Marjorie?s help, we clambered onto the trolley and Pauline eagerly slicked her petal soft lips with some baby cream that Marjorie had found. As Pauline lay on top of me, our breasts mashed together and our nipples sent electric lightening bolts to our ticklies as they nubbed erotically together. Slowly, Pauline parted her legs and slithered down experimentally as my pee-pee twitched eagerly. Marjorie gently restrained my urgency to hump as Pauline nervously descended. I was trembling with restraint as the delicious wet velvety folds of her tickly slowly enveloped my pee-pee. Marjorie whispered encouragement to the both of us. ?Stay stiw Bev. Don- move!? ?Come on Pawine, Bewewy can- wait all day. Iss no- difficult. Yow got pwnety of cweam to make yow swippewy.? Pauline carefully continued lowering her tickly until she let out a squeak of surprise followed by a nervous whimper. ?Iss sore!? she cried. ?Dass yow hymen. Iss go- too be bwoken.? Pauline plucked up courage and eased herself down the last couple of inches on to my straining pee-pee. ?Ahh!? she squealed as she finally bumped her tickly against my pubic bone. I felt some ?tissue-like? substance ripping inside her then she paused for moment and groaned softly before re-adjusting herself and finally enveloping my whole pee-pee in her opening. Then to our chagrin, we heard heels clip-clopping down the corridor and we tried to separate. Pauline?s earlier squeal had alerted the doctor. As the doctor entered, she found us still intimately conjoined and unable to separate. Pauline had ?locked up? with fright. Marjorie and I waited anxiously wondering what was to be as the doctor walked towards us smiling knowingly. ?Well, well my little darlings. You have been busy.? We stayed silent; me on my back with Pauline locked on top of me and Marjorie not knowing what to do with herself. ?So what?s stopping you darlings?? continued the doctor. Tears came to Pauline?s eyes as she wriggled her body and sent waves of delight throbbing through my loins. ?We stuck!? she whimpered nervously. ?Ah yes, a vaginal spasm. It sometimes happens on the honeymoon night,? observed the doctor as she gently insinuated her knowledgeable fingers between us. ?Are you frightened my little pet?? Pauline nodded tearfully as she tried to avert her embarrassed gaze from the doctors knowing smile. The doctor nodded softly then gently kissed Pauline?s tearstained cheek. ?Don?t be afraid darling. Lots of little girls get this when they are frightened during coital conjugation. I?m not going to be angry.? I felt the doctor?s fingers gently investigate Pauline?s secret parts and suddenly, Pauline?s clamp relaxed. Pauline let out a whimper of relief but remained still until the doctor fingered her tickly. ?Now go on darling, enjoy.? ?Yow no- angwy?? whispered Pauline as the relief flooded through her body. ?Of course not darling, this is what lots of little girls do soon after their sixteenth birthday. Now you carry on enjoying yourself. I?ll just keep watch to make sure you don?t hurt yourself. Pauline stared into my eyes questioningly but I was too far-gone. A standing pee-pee has no conscience and could not have stopped if I?d wanted. Pauline gave a tentative ?hump? and I responded immediately. The doctor gently placed her hand on my tummy and whispered. ?Gently now Bev, this has to be nice for both of you. We mustn?t hurt Pauline on her first night.? I tried to restrain myself but it was difficult. Then I felt Pauline increasing her tempo and she started gasping urgently. ?That?s better,? observed the doctor, ?Always try to let the lady take the lead, then you?ll both enjoy.? As she whisper this encouragement, she moved her hand from my tummy and gently fingered Pauline?s nipples whilst her other hand softly stroked Pauline?s baby soft bum cheeks. Marjorie took her cue and leaned forward to take one of my nipples in her lips whilst gently rubbing the other with the smooth back of her polished thumbnail. Within minutes, Pauline shuddered feverishly then collapsed upon me. I had not yet climaxed but the doctor caught my attention and motioned to me to lie still as she whispered to us both. ?In a few minutes, Pauline will recover and she can have another. That would be the nicest present you could give her on her first night.? I squeezed my fists in a desperate attempt to restrain my urges whilst the doctor?s hand gently ?investigated? Pauline?s tickly again. True to the doctor?s words, Pauline began to twitch and writhe then started bucking again. ?Ooooh! Diss iss sooo nice!? I caught the doctor?s eye as Pauline grunted and whimpered with pleasure. The doctor smiled and nodded knowingly as I acknowledged her advice. Finally as Pauline started to accelerate urgently, the doctor gave my wrist a tap and invited me to ?go?! I finally ?let myself go? and started humping in earnest as Pauline?s eyes widened with surprise and her mouth formed a huge ?Oh!? ?Aaah yess! Dass- it. I- I- I?m coming again. Yess! Yesss! Yesssss!? Exactly as Pauline let out her last squeal of delight, I felt my own pleasures coming to the boil. I let out a groan of ecstasy and we climaxed in perfect unison. Pauline let out a final wail of relief and collapsed upon me. Our naked breasts mashed together and we could each feel our hearts thundering together under our stiff swollen nipples. We lay like that uncaring and exhausted as the doctor motioned silently to Marjorie and whispered softly. ?That?s how it should always be my darling. Tomorrow, I have to perform a couple of extra little procedures on Beverly, then she will always be able to ?hold back? for you girls to come first. After that, you girls will always have a perfect sissy lover. Now just look at them both lying there. You?d better get a blanket and make them warm whilst I help all of you to get some rest.? The doctor unlocked a cupboard and produced a large blanket that Marjorie stretched over us. As she stretched on tippy toe, she felt a sharp pinprick in her naked butt and span around to see the doctor victoriously holding up another needle. ?This will help you sleep tonight darling, now climb onto the trolley whilst I inject these two little lovers.? After the doctor left, Marjorie let out a little sigh of relief and gently tucked the blanket around all three of us. Then she began to feel the effects of the needle so she squeezed up beside us on the theatre trolley. It was a bit tight for Pauline and I remained conjoined by my still hard pee-pee. We rolled over slightly and Marjorie cuddled up to us as her inquisitive fingers sought out our intimate connection. ?Iss da- nice?? she asked. ?Mmmm. Yess,? whispered Pauline as she felt Marjorie?s familiar fingers diddling her hairless baby-smooth tickly. Before anything else could develop, Marjorie fell into a deep slumber and we immediately followed suit. The drugs had kicked in! We woke to each find ourselves on separate trolleys. My pee-pee felt a little sore and both girls were fidgeting with their ticklies. ?Wass wong?? I asked. ?Ow tickwies feew funny,? replied Pauline as her fingers tried to alleviate the strange urgency. We all realised immediately that something had happened to us whilst we slept. Cautiously, I felt around my pee-pee and located some tiny stitches at the base. Whatever had been done was now a fait accompli and we would just have to wait and see what the results were. Cautiously I spread my legs wide and invited both girls to check my pee-pee. Pauline slid off her trolley and bent close to look. ?Dey?s a vee line of stitches at de bottom of yow pee-pee.? She fingered the little wound and I squeaked with delight as a surge of pleasure erupted from my pee-pee. It immediately grew hard. ?Ooooh! Dass nice!? I gasped. Marjorie frowned and twitched erotically as she spoke. ?Yow bettah check ow tickwies cos dey itchin terrible.? So saying, Marjorie spread her legs and Pauline turned to investigate it. Her inquisitive fingers produced another gasp of delight as Marjorie squirmed erotically. ?Yow wight,? observed Pauline as she peered deep into Marjorie?s widespread vagina. ?Dey?s little stitches inside yow cunny as well. Iss dat nice?? Pauline?s fingers brushed the tiny stitches just behind Marjorie?s tickly and Marjorie let out a squeal of delight. ?Ooow- oow- oww. Dass fantaswic. Wa-you do?? ?Dey?s a little cut inside yow cunny behind yow tickwy and dey?s some some stitches. Dey did summat to yow tickwy. Can yow check mine?? So saying, Pauline clambered back onto her trolley, raised her legs up and spread her own vagina lips wide for me to check. I found the same tiny ?vee-shaped? cut behind her tickly and I carefully touched the stitches. Pauline responded exactly like Marjorie and nearly fell off the trolley. ?Oooh! Oowooh! Don?! Iss ticklin like cwazy!? ?Wha dey done to us?? wailed Marjorie nervously. ?Dey made us horny, das what,? gasped Pauline. We fell silent as we tried to contemplate our circumstances. After several minutes of nervous silence, the door opened and our mummies entered with Miss Evans and the doctor who was talking as they entered. ?Well there you are ladies. As you can see, your babies have been fixed. They have been zonked out for several days whilst they recovered but the pain will have subsided by now. They are ready to go home and you?ll have no problems from now on. Next year the rest of their class will be fixed before leaving school.? Our mummies stepped forward to collect us and we were promptly put into our nappies and tutus before being taken home. As the car bounced down the lane to the farm, my nappy felt extra rough against my new sensitised pee- pee and it grew hard again. I was too afraid to rub it in case something went wrong, so by the time we had arrived at the farmhouse, I was feeling desperately horny. Mummy Jones must have noticed my condition, even under my tutu because she made Pauline walk whilst she carried me clasped close to her tummy and soft fulsome breasts. Once inside the house we learned fully what our new situations had become. We were taken to our big bathroom where our mummies removed our nappies. They smiled benignly as we lay obediently on our backs with our legs apart whilst they inspected our new butt plugs. Mummy Jones smiled at my erect condition before my pee-pee finally subsided after the rough nappy was removed ?There, that?s better isn?t it?? She smiled as she gently traced her fingernail over my pee-pee and I squirmed nervously. Marjorie and Pauline looked on curiously but Mummy Jones?s game quickly ended. She next produced a bunch of keys and showed me their function. ?These are your butt keys my darlings. The blue ones are for Beverly, the yellow ones are for Pauline. Mummy Williams has Marjorie?s pink ones. They are colour coded to match your butt plugs and avoid confusion. I think the doctor told you that the butt plugs have different threads so you cannot ?mix?n?match?.? ?Why yow haw de keys?? asked Marjorie nervously. Mummy Jones held up the smaller coloured keys as she explained. ?We don?t want you interfering with the other?s plugs or playing practical jokes like hiding each other?s keys darling. You know how naughty, little girls can be. We mummies will keep the daytime locking keys whilst you wear your daytime panties.? Then mummy Jones held up the bigger keys that matched the colours of our plugs. ?These bigger keys are the twisting keys. You can see that they are bigger and stronger to unscrew your plugs. They fit into the same keyholes but they cannot release the internal locks. They will only turn the plugs after we have unlocked them. The turning keys will be kept on three long chains in the bathroom, probably in the shower cubicle. After unlocking your butt plugs, we will send you to the bathroom twice a day to be evacuated. You will each have to unscrew your own or each other?s plugs then dodge the faeces as they spill out uncontrollably. I suggest you do this whilst naked in the new shower. You will notice that the new shower cubicle has now got an extra toilet pan and a warm hose outlet to dispose of any mess but it?s still going to be messy I assure you. You will probably always need to use the special shower for there is no way you can reach under your own bottoms whilst seated on an ordinary toilet pan then avoid the mess spilling onto your hands. Hygiene is going to be important so there is also a special douche nozzle to give each other washouts after emptying your bowels. You will soon learn to help each other and it will make the job easier. The up side is that you will now be able to wear pretty panties instead of bulky soggy nappies. Are there any questions?? ?Wa- abou- wee-wees?? whimpered a nervous Marjorie. ?Ah, yes, I forgot. Those operations on your ticklies have attended to that. Come into the kitchen.? Obediently, we filed naked down stairs and stood around a little panel on the wall with three coloured dials that matched our plugs. This time Mummy Williams explained. ?These are time clocks that programme your pee-pees just like the central heating clocks. Those keys inserted in the dials are the setting keys. As we set the dials each morning, these keys will receive the settings and then the keys are set into your butt plugs. Those little scars inside your ticklies are the slave valves that open your pee pees at the preset times. Every day you will be programmed to go for a pee at certain times. Once again, you can see that these dials are locked with the same butt key to prevent any naughty tricks being played on each other. These extra buttons are special alarm buttons to warn you when it?s time to pee. If you?ve been good little girls, the buttons will be switched on and you will get a twenty-minute and ten minute warning to go and pee. If you?ve been naughty girls, then we will switch off the buttons. Your pee-pee alarms wont activate and you?ll just have to remember what time you?ve been programmed for. Always remember that your programme times won?t always be the same, so you?ll have to study the clocks each day be fore setting out. I suggest you keep a diary, like all grown up ladies do. Needless to add, if you forget, you?ll end up with wet panties.? We looked at the clocks and exchanged worried glances. ?Were we to be turned into automatons?? We wondered. With that, Mummy Williams set the dials immediately and we all promptly urinated over the floor without warning. With gasps of surprise we immediately gathered mops and disinfectant as Mummy Williams cautioned us. ?Let that be a lesson, you can be ?activated? immediately if you?re naughty. You may think that you?re ?grown up now, but you?re still our little girls.? Ruefully we exchanged worried glances as we washed the kitchen floor then we were ushered into our large communal bedroom. Mummy Jones rattled her key ring and instructed us to bend over. Obediently, we offered our bottoms for attention and felt the distinct click inside our sphincters as our mummies inserted the keys and the locking tumblers slipped free. ?Now off you go to the bathroom and clear your whoopsies. You?ll find the correctly coloured keys on stainless steel chains in the shower. Don?t forget to wash everything after you?ve finished. Your hygiene is vital.