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CATHY. (Ch.1)
Hi. My name's Craig.
Well actually my full birth name is Craig Ulysses Thomas Eugene Young,
but I don't know how long it's going to be, before something takes place
to change that fact, because my nickname around the house is "Cutey"
which I really hate.
I'm 9 years old going on 10 and I live with my mum and have 3 sisters,
all of whom are older than me. We live in a quite large house in a
suburb called Gordon, which is on the North Shore of Sydney and that's
in Australia.
My sister's names are Annette, Maree and Amanda. Annette's the oldest
and she's going to be 18 this Sunday. Then comes Maree whose almost 16
and then there's the youngest one, Amanda (but I usually call her panda
bear).
She's going to be 13 in a month's time and is in year 7 at high school.
She's my favorite sister because she let's me play with her dolls all
the time and sometimes lets me join in, when her girlfriends come round
to play.
Not that I don't like my other sisters, because that's not true. They're
never ever mean to me and we never seem to fight with one another. It's
just that they're a lot older then I am and besides which, most of the
time they're on the phone talking to friends or going out somewhere or
stuff like that.
My Mother's really great to be around, and always makes sure that I
don't get lost being the only BOY in the house and she always tries to
make sure that I'm not lost or forgotten amongst all the women in the
house (she jokingly tells all her friends that). She's 38 now, very
pretty, and NEVER appears to get angry with me. And, so it seems to me,
there's absolutely nothing I can't ask her that she doesn't seem to know
what the answer is. My mum's really smart and I love her to pieces.
About 9 years ago my dad died and left us a lot of money through his
life insurance. I'd only been born a few months when he died in a car
crash. He'd left so much money in fact, that mum stays at home and looks
after the house and makes sure that it's always clean and she cooks all
the meals and washes the clothes and does the ironing and still finds
time to make sure I get a good education.
I don't know why it is, but my sisters all go to school, yet I have to
stay at home and get taught by mum. When I asked mum to let me go to the
local school, she told me that I was far to good for that and besides,
she kept telling me, I was very special so she didn't want others to
ruin me, by having rough house children around me who might bump and
push me in the playground. Although I don't go to school anymore it
doesn't mean I don't have any friends.
But on my 6th birthday party, my so called best friend punched me and
started calling me names and all sorts of things. Mummy was furious and
grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him away, threatening to beat him
black and blue and calling him a viscous little nasty thug.
I'd never seen mum angry before this all happened and I've never since
then, either. But I now know for a fact, that I'd never want to do
anything that would make her angry after seeing her lose her temper like
that. When the boy's mother hurriedly called around to collect him, my
mum told her that if her nasty little brat ever came within a mile of me
or this house ever again, she'd get her lawyers to sue her into abject
poverty.
After that day, mum decided that she'd screen any potential children to
ensure that THOSE friends were more suited to my delicate being and that
I could feel safe around them. I ended up with only a few children
calling around to see ME, but each of those children were of a nature
that my mum was more pleased with.
That birthday was also a turning point in my young life. My mum
instigated a new set of rules in the house and that night sat us all
down and informed everyone that she was taking me out of school and she
was going to home school me herself.
She then told me to go up to bed while she talked to my sisters about
the new rules that she wanted them to follow to help me become a better
person and to make sure that my home schooling wasn't ruined.
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I was woken up as usual by mum putting her head around the bedroom door
and telling me it was 8 o'clock and I'd better get moving if I was to be
dressed and ready for classes at 9. And so I pulled down the bed sheets,
stretched myself and slid out of the bed and crept across to my bathroom
to start getting ready to face the day.
I looked at my facial reflection in the ensuite mirror and looking back
at me was a petite face, with soft green eyes, a small upturned nose,
and framed by blonde ruffled hair that came down to just below my
shoulders. I doused my face in cold water and gently patted it dry with
the fluffy towel on the rack.
I then sauntered over to the toilet and made sure the seat was down
before I started to wiggle my bright pink panties down to around my
knees, and lifting my nightie above my waist while I sat down to empty
my bladder. As I finished I tore a few tissues off the roll and
carefully wiped myself dry, before standing up and pulling my panties
down to my feet and stepping out of them. I then pulled my nightie up
and over my head, before bending down to pick up the used panties and
then walking over to the hamper to put them both inside of it for mum to
wash later on.
I headed back into the bedroom and laid out a sheet of plastic on top of
the bed before lying back down on my left side and curling up a bit into
a sort of semi fetal position, just as mum walked back in. As usual, she
was carrying a tray in her hands and on it were 2 items. A bulging
plastic bag with a thin hose attached to it as well as a slightly
flattened used tube. She placed the tray on top of the bedside vanity,
before taking the bag and reaching up to place it on a hook on the
overhead bed frame.
Mum then took a tube from off the tray, opened the tube and squeezed
some of its contents onto her fingers before quietly asking me to spread
my legs wider, before she placed one hand on my bottom and carefully
inserted one of her other hand's fingers inside of my little bottom,
repeating the process a few times, all the while moving her finger(s) in
ever larger circles, before being satisfied before pulling them out.
She then took the tube attached to the bag and pushed the nozzle firmly
but gently inside of my bottom before turning the valve on the tube a
bit. I could feel the bag's warm contents slowly start to drain into me.
"I'll be back shortly to remove the tube Cathy," mum said as she left
the room.
I lay still and started to feel my insides start to expand as the warm
fluid flowed into my body. I had grown use to this occurrence since it
had begun about a week after THAT birthday. But today it seemed (well to
my way of thinking) that my mum was taking longer to return then she
usually did. As I glanced up to look at the bag, I thought that my
internal clock must have been running slow because I was beginning to
feel an intense cramping around my tummy and lower bowel area, which was
very unusual yet the bag still had fluid left in it.
Finally mum walked back in, and looking up at the bag let me know that
she was removing the nozzle but that I had to lie still for 15 more
minutes, before going to the toilet.
"Yes mum," I whimpered as I felt the growing pressure on my bowels
involuntarily cramping my insides and making me clench my bottom cheeks.
My reply made my mum rebuke my reply.
"That's not how I've taught you to speak to me is it Cathy?" she said in
a firm and authoritative voice. "Now how do you answer your mother?"
"Yesth Mummy," I gasped in a higher pitched voice.
"That's MUCH better sweetheart," mummy tenderly said before turning
round and heading back downstairs. I moved one hand to my tummy and
began rubbing it in slow circles to try and make the cramps in my tummy
go away, while desperately trying to make sure that I didn't have an
accident.
The penalty for an accident was a further douching, BUT.... with COLD
water AND a bigger bag. I'd been trained to handle these early morning
enemas and knew that I could usually hold the contents inside of me,
until I waddled out to the toilet to expel them, but this morning it was
taking all my will power and concentration to do it.
This morning was a really hard struggle and I was glad when mum came
back in and removed the nozzle. I eased off the bed and start to quickly
waddle towards the sanctuary of the ensuite door, crouched over with my
right hand hovering close to my bottom.
I actually sighed out loud as I sat on the seat and immediately started
to void the fluids inside of me. Mum put her head around the corner and
let me know that I had just held a further more quart of water then
before and that this would be the new level in the future, before
letting me know that when I had showered, my clothes would be laid out
on the bed for me. "Don't dawdle in there honey" mum called out, as she
walked back into my bedroom.
I was too exhausted to reply to her and simply tried to relax my body,
as I felt the water involuntarily gush out from inside of me. Before
long, I felt the flow begin to slow down, which then made me have to
work my internal muscles to empty the fluids still trapped inside of me.
Eventually though, my bowels felt empty enough that I could take some
toilet tissues and wipe my bottom area clean. Then I slowly stood up and
walked towards the shower, before stepping in and turning the taps and
standing just outside of the reach of the main water flow to test the
warmth of the shower flow first.
I slowly slid my small body into the warm stream, while at the same time
trying to cover my swollen nipples, which were extremely sensitive to
the force of the shower spray hitting them, all the while needing to
feel the soothing warm water begin to relax me and cleanse my young
body.
I had to take care not to wet my hair entirely and so I decided after
about a minute to put my shower cap on, before standing fully under the
showerhead to start soaping up. I'm always thorough about soaping up,
and I always make sure that I soap my bottom very thoroughly as well, so
as to avoid any dirty marks on my panties later on. Eventually I felt
that I was clean all over and turned off the shower and opened shower
door to reach out and take the large bath sheet off the railing, before
wrapping it around my body and fully stepping out onto the bath mat.
I'd learnt never to rub myself dry anymore and instead had been taught
to pat my body dry. I had also been taught to hold the towel at the top
of my body which would ensure that it was covering my modesty, which my
mother and at various times my sisters had had to tell me (when they
caught me doing otherwise,) so that now I now did it as a conditioned
behavioral trait, before walking back into the bedroom to get dressed
for that day's lessons.
As always mummy had put my clothes out and laid them on the bed ready
for me to change into. Today mummy had picked out some lavender colored
satin panties and a white cotton training bra with some soft satin
inserts in them. That was because my nipples seemed to always be very
tender and sensitive most days now and the soft slippery satin material
usually ensured that they didn't hurt too much, which would happen I
moved my upper body moved around to much.
There was also a pair of tights for me to put on next before I stepped
into a pink cotton sleeveless dress, which then made me move and wriggle
my body around until I felt and pulled up the zip at the back of the
dress, before finally putting on a pair of white flat soled strap shoes
to complete my outfit for the day.
When I'd finished I walked over to my wardrobe mirror, turned side on
while trying my best to look at the back of my body and then walked back
over to my vanity table to get my brush and a few bobby pins so I could
set my hair for the day. The feel of the soft bristled brush being drawn
through my hair also made it nice and shiny and I was always amazed how
much different I looked, once I'd finished brushing it. Then I reached
over and took a small tube and proceeded to put some pale pink lipstick
on me to complete my face, before happily heading out the bedroom door
and downstairs for breakfast....
Bye for now, Cathy.x x
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