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Dear Katie, maidmary, Tammy jean, babymanda, sissy pansy and sissy jeannie, thank you for all your supportive comments. I'm glad you're enjoying this naughty tale, and I hope you enjoy the latest excerpt. Baby Jennie. Chapter 11. Emma the Nanny Emma had been a lucky find for Jane. An impoverished first-year Psyche student and a natural dominant, the slender eighteen-year-old ex- basketball star needed money to pay her University fees. An ankle injury involving torn ligaments ended her chances of a sporting scholarship, and she didn't want to start her professional career crushed under a mountain of debt. The sporty blonde had hit upon the idea of doing a bit of freelance fem-dom work. She had enjoyed playing S&M games with a couple of previous boyfriends, and they told Emma she had a natural flair for it. More important, dominating and disciplining some poor hapless male really turned her on! Realising it might be a dangerous world out there, Emma had contacted a number of Doms with websites, and offered her services as a second for those clients who wanted to be punished by more than one dominatrix. Most had brushed her aside, fearing the competition. Emma was tanned, healthy and very tall - a shade over six feet - and attractive in her own way. Her bobbed hair had been sun-bleached to the colour of dry straw, but you could see the mousy-brown roots in the centre part. She had a generous mouth and wide-spaced, big green eyes, although her nose was too prominent to call her beautiful. She had a slightly long face, framed by straw-coloured hair down to her collarbones, and she was slim- hipped with a small bust - but she was young. When she contacted Denise, the Dom had invited her along that very day, telling Emma, "You'll do fine! You look like a young Jerry Hall. I'll talk you through the scene first, and when the client arrives, just follow my lead." Denise was about to baby a client who always preferred to have an extra girl on hand - and was willing to pay for the privilege. The relationship between the women blossomed over the months, and the two became great friends, often going to the pub after a few hours of beating bottoms and changing adult diapers, to laugh themselves silly about some of the idiotic games their clients paid them to play. When Jane had become involved with Denise a few months ago, she met Emma. The tall young woman had jumped at the chance to earn some good money as a Nanny for David, four days per week. Emma still kept in touch with Denise and earned extra pin money some evenings and weekends, when they arranged to humiliate clients together. The Nanny usually arrived at Jane's house at eight o'clock in the morning, Monday to Thursday each week, to take over from Mummy - who by that time normally had her sissy baby strapped in the highchair for breakfast. Emma was a sadist at heart, and she loved the endless teasing her role required. She believed in the benefits of firm discipline and corporal punishment. As a Nanny, she strictly enforced Baby Daphne's training regimen, so the sissy always had to speak with a lisp and walk with clumsy waddling baby steps - which David hated when they were out and about. Emma had studied ballet from the age of six until she became too tall at fourteen - and too heavy for the boys to lift - and it was she who introduced Mummy and Baby Daphne to the concept of 'Punishment Curtseys.' The first time Nanny made him perform the humiliating ritual for Jane, Mummy had burst into laughter and applauded. "It's a pity she hasn't got a proper tutu," Emma complained as she watched her nervous student bow and bob with a critical eye. "She'd look really sweet doing them in a pretty pink tutu." "Then why don't you buy her one?" Jane suggested between giggles. "Give me the money and I will!" Emma retorted. David's cheeks burned as he performed curtsey after curtsey for Mummy, and his little clittie stiffened inside his lovely wet nappy when the women bantered about buying him a tutu. He assumed they were just teasing him. He'd always dreamed of wearing a gorgeous frothy ballet dress - he'd just never had the courage to buy one. After the baby was safely locked in her crib for the night, Jane handed the Nanny a credit card made out in her name. "This is only to be used when you need things for Baby Daphne," Jane explained. "You know, supermarket stuff, shoes and clothes. Plus you'll need it to pay for her salon appointments." Emma realised this represented a great deal of trust. "Thank you," she earnestly responded, clutching the plastic card to her chest. "I promise; I'll only use it for baby things." Jane laughed and said, "I don't mind you buying yourself coffee or lunch when you're out with the baby - but it's not an unlimited bank account, and I'll be checking the invoices. Okay?" When the wide-eyed Nanny attempted to thank her again, Jane waved away her thanks and commanded, "Buy our baby a tutu. I love the thought of Daphne prancing around the house like a prissy little ballerina. But won't she have to try it on in the shop first?" "She sure will!" Emma replied with an evil cackle. "Don't worry. I have a couple of girlfriends who work in a dancewear and ballet shop a few suburbs from here. I'll give them a call and arrange a suitable time to take our little Nancy-boy in for a fitting." "Fabulous! Make sure you make it as humiliating for Daphne as possible," Jane insisted. "You know how much it excites her, being publicly shamed in front of pretty girls." "Oh, I know," Emma assured her kinky employer with a wicked grin. "I know! These girlfriends of mine who work at the store will think it's a hoot to tease and mock our little sissy baby." A week later early on Tuesday morning, Nanny Emma dragged a nervous Baby Daphne outside to go on a shopping expedition. David was wearing his hot-pink shortalls over a plain white onesie, with frilly anklet socks and pink sneakers on his feet. His hair was barely long enough to put in bunches, so Nanny gave him a high single ponytail instead, bound with pink hair elastics to match his shortalls and sneakers. Emma was dressed casually for their outing in faded blue jeans and sneakers, a loose black t-shirt covering her small breasts. It was about a quarter to nine and the street was still busy with commuters. David danced like a cat on a hot tin roof while he waited for Nanny to unlock the car, terrified of being taken out in public in his sissy pink shortalls. He had no idea where Nanny intended taking him. Emma carried his packed pink vinyl change bag over one shoulder, which only added to his anxiety. Nanny gave the nervous baby no hint of their destination and drove for about twenty minutes through busy traffic, before parking on an upper level of a multi-storey carpark next to an unfamiliar shopping centre. David was reluctant to get out of the van, and after Emma unbuckled his seat restraints, he initially refused to climb out. "Hop out this minute," Nanny icily commanded, looping the handles of the change bag over one shoulder. She snapped her fingers at him like she was summoning a dog. "Out you hop! Now! That's one stick you've earned already, Baby Daphne." Her voice lowered menacingly. "If you don't climb out of the car this instant, little girl - I'm going to tell Mummy you've been misbehaving. I wouldn't mind staying back a little later tonight to help her hold you down for a good hard bottom-paddling." He waddled alongside the tall teenager, gripping her hand in fear, having to take two hurried steps to every one of her long-legged strides. Emma led him down the stairs and out to the pedestrian crossing. There were a couple of women waiting to cross at the traffic lights, but fortunately they didn't seem to pay him any mind. Nanny escorted him across the busy street and into a narrow cobbled alleyway off the main concourse, past rows of brightly-lit display windows. "In here, baby." David was shocked when Nanny dragged him into a dancewear shop called 'Tutu Much.' There were racks of tutus lining the walls on both sides lit by brilliant overhead spotlights, shimmering satin and clouds of stiff pastel tulle everywhere he looked. Despite his trepidation, David could feel his clittie stiffening with excitement inside his warm wet nappy. The chapter from 'Jennie's Potty-Training,' where the teen boy's mother took him to a ballet shop to buy her sissy son his very own tutu, was one of David's favourite scenes to masturbate over. He couldn't tell you the number of times he'd climaxed into his wet nappy while reading the erotic sissy-baby tale, dreaming it was his Mummy taking him into the store to make him into a beautiful ballerina. He'd never had the courage to venture into one of these dens of ultra-femininity, but now he had no choice. There were two attractive young women behind a glass-topped counter near the far wall, a brunette and a blonde. They looked up and gave the entering customers a professional smile of greeting. David didn't notice the slim brunette casually glance at her wristwatch to check the time. The wall behind the women was covered with display racks of pink ballet slippers and single-strap tap shoes, like Maryjanes with little heels. There were black Maryjanes and red Maryjanes, pink ones and white ones, and he was dazzled by the selection. When the girls arranged the appointment for Baby Daphne's fitting - and subsequent humiliation - they only had a small window of opportunity. The shop was always quiet first thing in the morning, most days of the working week. Emma needed to bring in Daphne between nine and nine forty-five on Tuesday morning. The shop staff were expecting a class of eight-year-old girls from the local Catholic school to come in for their fittings at ten, at they wanted Baby Daphne safely off the premises before the nuns arrived with their students in tow. The teenage girls stepped out from behind the counter and approached the odd couple, their slender willowy frames and duck-footed gait revealing they were former ballerinas themselves. The girls were identically clad in opaque black tights, long-sleeved scoop-necked black t-shirts, and tiny flounced black skirts which barely covered their bottoms. Their hair was severely tied back from their faces in high buns, so tight they seemed to stretch their skin taut. The brunette ignored the frightened-looking child in the pink shortalls and addressed Nanny. "Good morning, ma'am. How may we help you?" They pretended not to know each other, as Emma had assured the teenagers; it would be far more humiliating if Baby Daphne thought complete strangers were about to learn her dirty little secret. "Hello. I'm looking for a tutu for my little one." Emma tilted her head sideways to indicate the blushing child gripping her fingers in his sweaty fist. "A full leotard tutu. A pretty pink one, please - if you have any?" The slender blonde joined them with a gay laugh, silently padding over in her black Princess slippers. "Of course we have pink tutus! It's every little girl's favourite colour!" She crouched down in front of David until they were at eye-level and cooed, "My name's Beth. Are you going to study ballet, honey, or do you just want a pretty tutu to dance around in?" David stared at the pretty teenager in open-mouthed shock, his cheeks blazing, then he looked to his Nanny for support. Emma grinned down at him and shook his hand. "Tell Miss Beth, honey," Nanny urged him in syrupy tones. "Do you want to take ballet classes and learn to be a beautiful ballerina? Or do you just want a pretty tutu so you can play dress-ups for Mummy?" The pretty staff smirked at each other and remained silent, obviously waiting for his reply. David had no idea the young women were friends of Nanny's, and this whole humiliating scene had been planned out when the girls got together last weekend. David's sweaty grip on Emma's huge fingers tightened almost painfully as his mouth opened and closed like a gulping goldfish. Nothing came out, and he could feel the hot flush rising up to colour his ears. Emma squeezed his hand in warning, painfully hard, and she commanded, "Answer the nice lady!" "I- I- I-," David stammered, his squeaky sissy voice even higher pitched with terror. He couldn't look at the grinning girls' faces when he told them, "I jutht want to pway d-dwess-upth." The three teens burst into bright laughter and the brunette introduced herself. "My name is Cindy. Come with me, darling, and we'll sort you out." She stepped over and took David's free hand, and Nanny released her grip. "Come on." Cindy glanced over her shoulder at Emma as she led him away to the rear of the store. "We'll have to take off these shortalls for a proper fitting." "Of course," Emma replied, following in their wake. "Here. Let me help you." They were standing outside the doorway to the fitting rooms when Nanny cooed to him, "Wait a moment, baby. Arms up for Nanny. Reach for the sky." Rather than unfastening the shoulder straps, Emma reached between his splayed thighs and popped open the four snap fasteners in the crotch of his hot-pink shortalls. "Hey!" David squealed in protest, but it was already too late. The flaps flew apart, the front section flying up over his tummy. Emma simply ripped his juvenile shortalls over his head and stepped back with a shark-like smile. The cruel Nanny rolled up the pink drill shortalls and stuffed them in the diaper bag she carried over her shoulder. David was left standing before the bemused shop assistants in his clinging white onesie, frilly socks and pink sneakers. His stretchy snap-crotch onesie was so tight, you could see every fold of his cloth nappy, and the heads of the huge diaper pins stood out clearly. Not only that, his onesie was too narrow across the seat to completely cover his infantile underwear at the rear. His bulky nappy and plastic panties poked out at the back, obvious at a glance. David kept his back to the girls, his hands defensively cupped over the crotch of his baby panties, cringing in shame as he backed away towards the corridor leading to the change rooms. Despite his mortification, his swollen clittie pulsated madly inside his lovely warm wet diaper. Nanny was going to buy him a tutu? Beth shook her head and screwed up her lovely face. "Oh no! Is that a nappy I see?" "Yes it is!" Nanny brightly responded, as though it was perfectly natural occurrence. "Is there a problem?" "Is it wet?" Cindy asked. "Children are not permitted to try on clothes if they're wearing a wet nappy." She grimaced and shrugged her shoulders. "Health regulations." Beth crouched down beside the red-faced child and sweetly asked, "Are you wet, sweetheart? Did you wet your nappy?" David looked at her pretty questioning face and wished he could respond. Even though it was embarrassing to admit the truth, he wanted to considered mature enough to report on the state of his own diaper. But that was not permitted. He glanced up pleadingly at his Nanny instead, who wore a sadistic grin. Emma summoned her charge closer with a curled index finger. "Come here, sweetie. Let Nanny check your nappy." When he seemed frozen to the spot, she marched over and crouched down beside Beth in front of him. Nanny reached between his legs and slid one finger inside the tight leg band of his pink plastic panties. She poked his nappy crotch, grimaced and withdrew the finger. "It's damp, but not too wet," she informed the frowning shop assistants, as she wiped clean her digit on the front of his onesie. To David she cooed, "It looks like someone needs a nappy change before we try on any pretty tutus." Fear of exposure overcame excitement, and David felt his stiff clittie begin to wilt in fright. Nanny slid the straps of the diaper bag from her shoulder, took out a plastic-backed cotton change mat, and glanced at the bemused shop assistants. Emma nodded at the lacquered wooden floor between them. "Is it okay if I change the baby's nappy right here?" David was shocked and horrified when the girls instantly agreed. "Sure thing!" Beth responded. "No problem! Do you need any help?" asked Cindy. The brunette stepped over to the counter and unseen by David, took out her phone as she watched Emma spread the mat on the floor. Cindy switched on the video camera function and returned to the group, recording everything for Daphne's Mummy. "No, that's alright. I'm used to it. Part of the job of being a Nanny, dealing with wet and dirty diapers," Emma airily replied. She knelt down and patted the white cotton change mat. "Lie down here, sweetie." David glanced in terror at the shop doorway ten metres away and the occasional passers-by he could see in the sunny laneway outside. He didn't know they couldn't see inside the store. It was too bright outside, and despite the many spotlights mounted on the ceiling, the cavernous shop was dimly-lit by comparison. He felt sure anyone wandering past would easily be able to glance inside and see him having his nappy changed. Emma didn't give him a chance to object. She swept him off his feet and forced him onto his back, the heels of his pink sneakers drumming against the hard wooden floor. He whimpered, "No Nanny, pweathe Nanny? Not here?" "Shush!" Emma reached into his change bag and produced one of his adult- sized dummies. "Shh baby!" She popped it in his open mouth, silencing his protests, then unclipped the crotch of his onesie. The front flap flew up over his chest and all was revealed. The watching attendants giggled at the sight of a dummy-sucking, diapered big baby. "Lift that bot-bot," Nanny crooned, and Daphne's response was automatic. Emma peeled down his baby panties, unpinned his (mostly) dry cloth nappy, and lowered the front to reveal the yellowed disposable diaper. Cindy screwed up her pretty and face and chortled, "What a wet nappy!" David sucked harder on his dum-dums, seeking the solace it normally provided, and he covered his eyes with his forearm to block out the grinning faces watching him from above. The sound of the tapes ripping open was like thunder in his ears, and he almost died from shame when Nanny lowered the sodden front of his diaper. In spite of his willing it to go down, his clittie was still mostly hard, flopping obscenely over his pee-stained tummy. Beth squealed, "Oh my God! Your child is a boy!" Her acting was superb, worthy of an Academy Award! She sounded genuinely surprised. "Is that a penis? No way!" Cindy sniggered, leaning over their cringing victim for a better look. "It's too small to be a penis!" She held her phone down low by her side, so it wasn't obvious she was filming the nappy change. David prayed for the floor to open up and swallow him whole, but his tiny tool perversely grew harder. Emma cruelly reported, "That's her when she's excited! She must be thrilled at the thought of owning her own tutu! It gets even smaller, let me assure you." She opened the slim portable tub of baby wipes and proceeded to scrub the urine-stained powder from his genitals. Beth giggled in derision and asked, "Does it get any bigger?" "Not much," Nanny responded with a shark-like smile. "Here, let me show you." She wrapped the moist wipe around his tiny tool and started gently stroking up and down. Even though he wanted to die from embarrassment, his frustrated tool reacted automatically to Emma's deft manipulation. He whimpered in shame as his little clittie stiffened and thickened, till it was its fully, embarrassingly tumescent. Nanny snatched the wipe away to reveal all and insisted, "See? That's as big as it ever gets, let me tell you." Cindy covered her gaping mouth with one hand. "No wonder you dress him up like a girl!" she giggled in derision. "He'll never grow up to be a man." "You can say that again," Nanny retorted, as she covered his bobbing little tool with a cloud of baby powder. She slid a clean disposable underneath his raised bottom, then when he dropped, she lifted his legs and rolled him back onto his shoulders to powder his bum. The lightly perfumed scent of baby powder filled the air around them, soothing and stimulating Baby Daphne all at the same time. "Although I don't have much of a say in his wardrobe - her wardrobe, I should say. I'm just the Nanny. Her Mummy usually buys all her clothes." "How old is he?" Cindy asked, despite knowing the truth. It was all part of the act they'd rehearsed to belittle and humiliate the little masochist. "I mean, he looks about ten or eleven." Saying this didn't require much acting on Cindy's behalf. She knew he was a young man in his mid-twenties, but he looked like a pre-pubescent child. Especially with no hair anywhere on his body. But she had her lines to deliver. "Surely his penis will get bigger when he grows up?" she demanded. "Won't it?" When the Nanny let his legs drop, Cindy handed her phone to Beth so the grinning blonde could film his humiliating lack of equipment from a better angle. Emma's laugh was scornful. "This is as grown-up as this little sissy is ever going to get!" She leisurely taped the clean diaper over the cringing child's hips and patted the bulge in the front, making him jump. "She's a baby. A hopeless, bedwetting, panty-pooping baby. She'll never grow up." She covered his puffy white disposable with the same pink plastic panties, then untied the laces of his pink sneakers and tugged them off his feet. Nanny stood him up in just his socks and peeled the stretchy white onesie up his torso and over his head. Naked but for his fresh diaper, baby panties and frilly white socks, David shivered in fear even as his stiff clittie pounded with arousal. Cindy handed her phone to her work colleague and held out her hand again. "Okay, little boy - or little girl. Whatever. Come with me and we'll find you the right size tutu." She led him to a side annexe and made him try on a couple of plain white tutus first to learn his correct size, holding them down and open and ordering him to step into the leg holes. David prayed she couldn't tell how excited he was beneath his diaper and baby panties. Despite the humiliation - or perhaps because of it - he was as hard as he'd ever been. Beth remained in the background, filming the action from a discrete distance. Cindy pulled the lycra bodice up over his torso and fed his hands through the spaghetti shoulder straps. "Too big," she decided. "Take it off and try this one on." She straightened the bouncing layers of stiff tulle around his hips and watched the gob-smacked sissy admiring his reflection in the small mirror, nodding in approval. "That's better." When Cindy was satisfied she knew his correct size, she stripped off the shop-soiled white tutu, replaced it on the rack, and led him mostly naked back out to the main part of the shop. David waddled after the slender brunette in a daze, his mind awhirl with excitement. His socks were slippery on the polished wooden floor and almost lost his footing. "Careful, baby!" Cindy cautioned him when he stumbled like a clumsy toddler. "These are all in your size. You can have any tutu from this rack here," the willowy teen informed him with a bright smile, running the backs of her fingers across the row of shiny lycra bodices. Nanny stepped over and took charge. The tall blonde sorted through the sea of tulle, searching for the perfect outfit. She withdrew a baby-pink tutu with multiple layers of stiff darker pink tulle poking out below. "This looks perfect," Nanny declared, handing it to the befuddled child. "Let's go into the change room and you can try it on in front of the mirror, baby." Emma pushed him ahead of her into the narrow corridor and steered him into the first change room on the right. It was roomy enough for several adults, and the shop assistants eagerly crowded in to observe. Cindy took over again and helped him dress in the shimmering feminine outfit. While the cute brunette adjusted the shoestring straps over his narrow shoulders, David stared in fascination at his reflection in the mirror. The shimmering top hugged his upper body so snugly, his tiny waistline actually looked feminine. And it looked like he had little boobies! He cupped the little mounds on his slender chest with his hands, the clip of his dummy bouncing against his sternum. The leotard crotch was tight enough to trap his little stiffie against his tummy, hidden by the frothy tulle skirts, and the heat of it felt wonderful! It was all David could do to not reach under the bouncing layers of dark-pink netting to caress himself. His hands twitched with need at his sides, brushing against the stiff netting skirts and making them bounce attractively The girls took turns filming him from different angles while they fussed and cooed over him, straightening the shimmering baby- pink bodice and adjusting the sit of his bobbing skirts till they were all satisfied. David's body was shaking and his knees were trembling, and he had that glassy-eyed look Emma already knew so well. The tall blonde crouched down beside the enraptured sissy and pretended to straighten the crotch of his leotard. "Let me see if we can cover your nappy and baby panties, sweetie." Nanny 'inadvertently' rubbed the backs of her fingers over the front of his slippery lycra panties, and she grinned when she could feel how hard he was down there. "Do you like it, baby?" Emma asked with a sly smile. She pulled the sides of the crotch piece apart in front, stretching it to the max to try and mostly conceal his infantile underwear. "Don't you think you look pretty?" "Yeth Nanny! Oh yeth!" Daphne gasped around the fat rubber teat. "Would your little sissy like some fairy wings to go with his new tutu?" Beth asked. "Of course she would!" Nanny replied for her awestruck charge. "After all, Daphne is a fairy - and fairies should have wings!" David knew Nanny Emma was mocking him, but he was too aroused to care. The women hustled him into the main part of the store again, but David felt far less conspicuous now that his diaper and baby panties were covered by a beautiful tutu. He couldn't stop himself from skipping like a little girl, loving the way the stiff skirts gaily bounced around his hips. He didn't realise that like his onesie, the leotard panty was too narrow across the seat to cover his tell-tale plastic panties and his puffy white diaper. The girls grinned at the infantile sight the sissy baby presented from the rear. Cindy discretely handed her phone to Beth again so she could take over filming, and she skipped ahead of the little group towards the glass- topped counter, crying, "I have the perfect wings to go with that tutu!" David had no idea that all this had been prearranged. Cindy produced a beautiful pair of fairy wings from behind the counter and held them up to show the others. They were about forty centimetres long and about the same wide, made from painted silk stretched over a fine wire frame. The sheer silk had been dyed in a swirling pattern of pink, white and silver whorls, with a scattering of sparkling diamantes here and there. Emma clapped her hands in delight. "Oh my! They're beautiful! I think they'll do fine!" The rapt expression on Daphne's face told her the sissy was in complete agreement with Nanny's observation. Beth grinned as she recorded everything. Nanny asked, "Do you like them, Daphne?" David nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. He'd never been so hard! His stiff clittie pounded so violently inside his dry fluffy diaper, he thought he might have a premmie on the spot! "Would you like to try them on?" He nodded without looking at his grinning Nanny, his pale blue eyes locked on the fluttering pink wings. He didn't realise he was sucking noisily on his dum-dums, the distinct sound filling the quiet room. "Come here to me and turn around, sweetie," Cindy ordered, sorting out a tangle of pink webbing straps. "You'll need a grown-up to help you put on your fairy wings." Because David had never seen a pair of ballerina wings before, he didn't know that they usually had a simple pair of elastic straps either side, and could be easily slipped on or off over the shoulders. The pink straps on these wings were part of a harness. Jane had provided Emma with one of the cheap webbing toddler harnesses she'd bought online. It was identical to a real toddler harness, only bigger and sturdier. Jane gave the harness to Emma after she gave her the credit card to buy the tutu. She told the Nanny, "I want you to by my little fairy some fairy wings, too, and a cute Princess tiara. Give this to your friends, and get the shop staff to permanently attach the wings to this harness. It clips in the back between the wearer's shoulder blades, and you need two hands to unfasten the catch. Baby Daphne will never be able to remove it on her own." Emma accepted the bundle of pink nylon webbing with a grin, then Jane handed her a matching pair of reins. "Pack these in Daphne's diaper bag, too. If she misbehaves, you can buckle her in her toddler harness, clip the reins to the metal loops front or back, and drag her home like the naughty toddler she is." David let Cindy lower the webbing straps over his head, and he fed his arms through the appropriate loops when instructed. As the delicate wings settled in place behind him, he felt the wide webbing belt tighten across his chest. He heard a click behind him, then Cindy stepped around to check the view from the front. "Perfect!" the beaming girl cried. He fingered the tight chest strap uncertainly, wondering why it seemed so familiar. "You look absolutely gorgeous! Come and see," She guided him back to the floor-to-ceiling mirror attached to one wall. "What a pretty little fairy!" Beth cooed, and David thought her smile seemed genuine. "She's not just a fairy - she's a fairy Princess!" Emma assured them, as Daphne twirled her frothy skirts in front of the mirror, admiring the realistic way her transparent wings fluttered behind her. He smiled at the delightful feminine effect, ignoring the way his baby panties poked out below the bouncing layers of dark pink tulle. David didn't realise how much he was acting like a real little girl trying on her first tutu. Nanny enquired, "Do you have any tiaras for my little fairy Princess?" Cindy led them back to the glass-topped counter and tapped the top with the tips of her long crimson nails. When David looked inside, he saw a dozen tiaras in fake silver and gold, sparkling with diamantes. "Which one do you like, sweetie?" she asked the excited sissy, as he pored over the selection. David leaned over the counter, unaware his skirts were flying up behind him, exposing his diapered condition to any passers-by. He stood on tip-toes, prancing from one foot to the other like an excited pony as he tried to choose. Daphne made up her mind and pointed. "That one, pweathe Mith Thindy!" The pretty brunette smirked at his effeminate high-pitched lisp and unlocked the back of the display cupboard to remove the chosen tiara. She handed it to Emma rather than Daphne, and it was Nanny who settled the lightweight fake-gold crown on his head. It had small slide combs attached to the ends, and Nanny made sure it was securely fixed on the sissy's head. "Perfect!" Emma cried, and she chortled in malicious amusement. "You look like a real fairy Princess now!" She grabbed his bare shoulders and turned him towards the mirror in the middle of the store. "Come see for yourself, baby." The girls escorted him over to the tall mirror again and when David saw his reflection, his head almost exploded with joy. He saw a pretty little girl beaming back at him in the mirror, in her gorgeous pink tutu and fluttering fairy wings, the gems in her golden tiara sparkling in the multiple spotlights. She ran her trembling fingers across her lycra-clad tummy, marvelling at the slick sensuous feeling. Daphne hardly noticed the dummy busily bobbing in her mouth. He didn't even see Emma when she stepped around beside him to fasten his dangling dummy clip to the chest strap of his pink webbing harness. Behind him Cindy accepted her phone back from her girlfriend, and she held it up and focused on the preening Nancy-boy while she crooned, "Look at the gorgeous little fairy Princess! What a beautiful ballerina!" "Doesn't she look pretty! Do you think she likes it?" Beth needlessly asked, making Emma guffaw. "Let me check," she advised the grinning shop attendants. Emma crouched down beside the quivering fairy and reached under his trembling tulle skirts. She rubbed her palm across the slippery lycra panty front, and located and squeezed his stiff clittie. He squealed in excitement and Nanny sniggered and reported, "Oh yes! Baby Daphne loves her new tutu!" She kept holding him and her smile turned sly when she demanded, "You love it! Don't you, baby? Tell Nanny and the nice shop girls." Daphne was so excited she could barely contain herself. Nanny's hand rubbing up and down over her stiff clittie felt so good! Tears of joy welled in her eyes as she lisped, "Yeth Nanny! I wuv it!" "Good girl! Tell everyone!" Nanny rubbed harder and faster and he squealed, "I wuv it! I wuv my new tutu! I- I- Ooo! Ooo! Oh Nanny! Nanny! Mummy!" David's whole body jerked and shuddered as he helplessly climaxed in his diaper. The sight of him dressed in his sissy finery was too arousing, and combined with Nanny's expert caresses, his climax was completely predictable. As were the after-effects. "Oh-oh!" Nanny cried as she abruptly released him and stood up, backing away in disgust. Cindy burst into bright laughter and shook her head in disbelief. "Oh no! He didn't! Did he?" she asked Emma. "What happened?" Beth demanded, as if she didn't know. Nanny gazed down at her charge's flushed red face with a forbidding scowl. "I think my baby girl just did squirties in her nappy!" David's wobbly knees turned to jelly and his whole body sagged with shame. Beth acted confused. "What? What are you talking about?" "My little sissy got so excited looking at herself dressed like a pretty fairy Princess, she did a cummie," Emma heartlessly explained. "What? She had an orgasm?" Beth demanded in disbelief. "A climax, you mean?" Nanny mournfully nodded and the slender blonde stared at the sissy Princess, her attractive face puckered in scorn. "Ooo! That's disgusting!" If David had been embarrassed before, this was a million times worse! His descent from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of shame was like a whistling bomb being dropped on his soul. As his clittie shrank his bladder automatically emptied, but this time the familiar humid warmth brought scant comfort. "Don't worry!" Emma crowed. "Her tutu won't get stained. She's wearing a diaper, remember?" As if any of them could forget! "That's where she normally does her sissy squirties - in her nappy," Nanny needlessly informed them. David seemed collapse to in on himself, shrivelling in embarrassment, unaware he was making himself seem smaller and even more immature in the eyes of the jeering women. The hot stream of urine seemed endless, the delightful heat pooling between his legs before rising up to warm his bottom. Cindy checked her watch and shot a meaningful glance at Emma. They were almost out of time. "If you're happy with the outfit, ma'am, come up to the counter and I'll write you a receipt," she suggested to her tall friend. The girls left the sissy fairy cringing in front of the mirror, desperate to look anywhere except at his reflection. What moments ago had been unbelievably thrilling, was now crushing him with embarrassment. He felt so humiliated, so ashamed. How could Nanny make him do such a thing in front of two strange young women? The women kept their backs to the sissy so he couldn't see their faces. Beth took care of the paperwork, unable to wipe the smirk off her face. Nanny watched as Cindy sent a copy of the video to Jane via her phone, then made sure the grinning brunette deleted the recording. Jane had insisted Emma watch to make sure her instructions had been followed to the letter. Mummy didn't want any unexpurgated copies of her sissy baby's naughty activities appearing on the net. Nanny paid for his new outfit and accessories, and she returned holding his pink sneakers. "Sit down sweetie, so Nanny can put your shoes on." David sat down on the floor, his stiff skirts bobbing merrily about his hips, and Nanny slipped the shoes on his feet and tied the pink laces in big floppy bows for him. Emma stood up in front of him and held out her hands, crooning, "Up we hop, baby." As soon as he seemed steady on his feet, Nanny slipped the handles of the change bag over her shoulder and held out her hand for his. "Come on, Baby Daphne. It's time to go home." David looked from her hand to the doorway to the laneway, and then down at his bouncing pink skirts. "I- I- I can't go out like thith!" he squeaked in terror, plucking at the edges of his stiff tutu. Tears of shame - and fear - welled in his eyes. Nanny had already packed his shortalls and onesie in the change bag, and she snapped her fingers impatiently. "That's another stick! Come here to Nanny, little girl!" Daphne had been well trained, and her response was automatic. He shuffled over to her, albeit with a great show of reluctance. Emma ignored his sullen expression to delve into the change bag, producing a pair of slender pink webbing straps. They were leashes with looped handles and clips at the ends, which Nanny affixed to the shiny chromed O-rings on the chest strap of his matching pink harness. David moaned when he realised Nanny had attached a pair of reins to his harness. It was a toddler harness! Nanny had locked him in a toddler harness and clipped on some baby reins! He was harnessed and leashed like a helpless toddler! Even though she was fulfilling one of his fondest fantasies, he was too recently spent to care. All he could think about was the humiliation that awaited him outside in the street. Nanny tugged hard on the reins and he stumbled forward in shock. Emma grinned in delight and commanded, "Come on, Baby Daphne. Let's go." He backed away from the doorway to the full extent of the two-metre nylon reins, obviously reluctant to venture outside. He knew it was pointless, but he resisted anyway. Nanny was almost a foot taller than him and outweighed him by thirty kilos. She was bigger, heavier - and much, much stronger. "That's another stick!" Nanny snapped, letting her irritation show. "Someone really wants a spanking when we get home! Don't they?" "She can stay here if she wants to," Beth offered with a sly grin. "Sister Mary Joseph from the local Catholic girls' school should be here soon, with twenty of her eight-year-old students for fittings." Cindy cackled, "What if the Sister mistakes him for one of her students? Your Daphne could end up enrolled at the local girl's junior school!" "I bet she'd love that!" Emma tartly rejoined. "I hear the nuns still use corporal punishment - you know, the strap and the cane - on naughty little girls' bottoms." David glanced in terror at the sunlit doorway again, squatting and leaning back to resist the tug of the reins. Then it happened. As he strained to fight Nanny's indomitable will, his unreliable anal muscles failed him again. In his former life as a man, he normally had a bowel movement every morning shortly after breakfast. A month in nappies hadn't changed that routine by much. He felt a slippery semi-soft turd slide out of his anus before he could even think of trying to stop it. He gasped in alarm and clenched, pinching off the log - but he knew there was more to come. He could feel the pressure inside. He was merely delaying the inevitable. David's options were much more limited now. He needed to get out of here before the shop assistants realised what he'd done. That would be too humiliating! His baby panties and the tight leotard panties contained the smell for the moment, but from experience, Daphne knew that wouldn't last long. Nanny tugged firmly on the reins again and faced with the alternative, he stumbled towards the exit. Emma smiled in approval and paused in the doorway and clutched his bare shoulder, turning the teary ballerina to face the grinning shop girls. "Say thank you to Miss Beth and Miss Cindy like a good little girl, Daphne - and give them a lovely curtsey." The first hot tear trickled down his flushed red check as he performed a neat curtsey for the waiting girls, his frothy skirts bouncing merrily around his diapered hips. The stretchy leotard tightened around his crotch as he squatted, mashing the semi-soft log into the sensitive crease between his buttocks. "F-f-fank you Mith Beth. Fank you Mith Thindy," he lisped around the mouth-filling teat, and he hiccupped back a sob. Cindy opened and closed her fingers at him in a juvenile imitation of a wave. "That's alright, Baby Daphne! Bye-bye! I hope your Mummy loves your new tutu as much as you do!" "I don't think that's possible! Goodbye little girl!" Beth burbled. "Get your Mummy to bring you back if you need anything." He was hauled into the cobbled laneway in his skin-tight baby-pink tutu and glinting tiara, his fairy wings fluttering realistically behind his back, his diaper and baby panties poking out below his bobbing pink skirts. He snivelled in fear as Nanny used the webbing reins to drag him into the street and along the footpath, unaware he still had the dummy teat clenched between his teeth. When they stopped at the pedestrian crossing, he kept his tear-filled eyes on the blurry sidewalk. He couldn't see his pink sneakers or his lace-topped socks. They were hidden below the swishing layers of dark pink netting. He didn't realise there were half a dozen women waiting to cross, and all of them turned to watch the sniffling, dummy-sucking cry-baby in the pretty pink tutu as he squatted slightly and inhaled sharply. Most of the watching women naturally assumed they were looking at a fussy little girl having a temper-tantrum. Who else would be wearing a pretty pink tutu, fairy wings and a tiara on a Tuesday morning around a shopping centre? The presence of the dummy and the toddler harness and reins made most think the flat-chested pre-teen girl must be developmentally delayed, so after a lengthy discrete perusal, they politely turned away from the odd pair. Only a couple of matronly women continued to watch as Daphne held her breath, squatted slightly and pushed, filling the seat of her damp diaper with a thick pile of hot excrement. The sniffling big baby exhaled heavily, took another deep breath and pushed again. The lights changed before she was finished doing her business, and Nanny used the reins to haul the red-faced ballerina across the road. Preoccupied by the exquisite sensation of his hot squishy poo-poo smearing all over his cheeks and sinking down between his legs, Daphne stumbled several times mounting the dusty concrete stairs in the council carpark. Also David couldn't see properly for the tears filling his eyes, and he blindly followed his Nanny's lead. Nanny made Daphne stand beside the SUV while she unbuckled his harness and removed his beautiful wings. Daphne wiped her snotty nose with the back of her hand and sniffled back the last of her tears. The sissy ballerina felt much safer now they were beside the car and she felt certain Nanny was taking her home. Emma sniffed the air around his shivering frame and grimaced. "Eww! Did you poop your nappy?" she demanded in irritation. She seemed to grow more annoyed when he merely shrugged his shoulders in reply. He knew the rules. Plus his confidence was returning, now that they were standing next to the car. Nanny reached down under the bobbing layers of pink netting and patted his lycra-clad bottom, rubbing her hand over the distinct bulge in the seat of his diaper. "Yes you did!" She chose the most prominent spot to deliver a good hard slap. WHACK! Even though he jumped and squealed in shock, it hadn't hurt a bit. In fact the feeling of his hot poo-poo being mashed against his sensitive hole was so erotic, his clittie started to stiffen again. "You dirty, disgusting little baby!" Nanny snarled, her prominent nose wrinkled in revulsion. "Now I have to put up with the smell of your dirty diaper all the way home! Bad girl! Bad baby!" Her harsh words only made his clittie harder, rising up to nestle into the delightfully warm wet wadding. As soon as Nanny opened the door, David climbed into his toddler car seat without being ordered, anxious to be out of the public eye. He bunched his stiff skirts up behind him and around his chest in front, and collapsed into the toddler car seat, his bottom slowly sinking into the thick pile of warm waste. It squished up the front to cushion his balls, and he couldn?t help sighing at the delightful erotic sensations. Frowning in annoyance at her obnoxious charge, Emma pulled the seat belts over him and fastened the buckles, making sure the restraints were good and tight. David wriggled about as much as his bonds would allow, smearing his mess everywhere, and he smiled to himself when he felt the warm sticky excrement creeping into new unexplored crevices. A baby's revenge. Nanny was going to have a huge mess to clean up when they got home. He made sure of it. Nanny tossed the sheer silk wings and the reins on the seat beside him, and curled her top lip in disgust at the smirking sissy. She slammed the door and climbed behind the wheel. Emma opened all the windows all the way before she drove him home, complaining about the stench every few minutes just to shame him even more. That soon wiped the smirk off his face. He soon learned how awkward it was to stand in the naughty corner in a stinky poopy nappy while dressed in a stiff tutu. He had to do forty minutes of corner time before Nanny let him out, and although she removed his tutu and tiara, she refused to change his filthy diaper until after she'd fed him his lunch in the highchair. He was so messy, Nanny insisted on putting on latex gloves before she unfastened the diaper tapes. "You dirty, disgusting little girl," she complained, when she peeled the front away with a moist 'squelch.' "Phew! You stink! What a dirty poopy baby! Eww, yuck! Yuck-spuck!" She wiped his messy bottom with the wet but unsoiled front flap, scraping off as much of the horrible stuff as she could. "Look at all this poo! You must be full of it, little girl." When Nanny was satisfied he was no longer a danger to the carpet, she made him get down on all fours and crawl into the bathroom and climb into the bathtub. He had to kneel on all fours so she could hose down his stained cheeks with the hand-held shower spray. Then she had to attack his bum crease and dangly bits with a warm soapy washer. Even though Emma was unnecessarily rough and it hurt a bit, he had to smile every time she complained. Revenge was sweet. After nap-time, Nanny dressed him in the pretty tutu and made him practice his curtseys. She also began teaching the sissy the rudiments of ballet, to make his movements more feminine and graceful. That evening when she returned home from work, despite Mummy laughing her head off and telling him how gorgeous her fairy Princess looked, she still gave him a paddling before bedtime for being disobedient to Nanny. Good to her word, Emma stayed back to help hold him down, locking his thrashing head between her strong muscular thighs to keep him in place. Mummy paddled his poor bottom till he was black and blue. He cried himself to sleep in his crib that night, but he learned never to disobey Nanny again. Emma was the one who suggested Daphne do an hour of ballet practice every afternoon, Monday to Thursday, and the ex-ballerina was a strict teacher. She loved teasing and tormenting the pathetic sissy while he pranced about in his prissy pink tutu. She used a one-metre wooden ruler to encourage his best efforts, and many afternoons he finished the lesson with red slash marks all over the backs of his thighs, blubbering like a baby. The sadistic Nanny made a habit of spotting some embarrassing childish behaviour from some toddler during their shopping expeditions, and forcing David to mimic it in some inappropriate place. Nagging for treats and girly toys in shops and supermarkets were among her favourite tortures for him, as they caused everyone to stare at this strangely- dressed, asexual little creature pleading with the tall young woman for some chocolate or the latest copy of 'Barbie' or 'Go Girl' magazine. Emma loved to play mind-games with him. It excited her to keep him in suspense, worrying about how long they would be out, or would Nanny change his nappy in public? Were they going to eat out? A bib was normally involved, which always caused Daphne an agony of shame. Or holding his dummy in her hand and showing it to him when they were in a caf?, and relishing the agonised look of disbelief on his face. Or the way his face turned scarlet when she clipped the plastic chain to the breast pocket of his shortalls and made him pop the fat rubber teat in his mouth. (At least they were usually on their way back to the car when Nanny did that to him.) Or producing a pretty pink sippy-cup from time to time for him to use. She had threatened to make him use his baby bottle in public one day soon. Daphne knew it was only a matter of time. Nanny always carried a big vinyl change bag with her when they went out, full of the necessary items for nappy changes; plus spare bibs, a baby bottle of watered-down juice and a couple of extra dummies. In short, everything she needed to demonstrate whenever the mood took her, that David was nothing but a helpless baby. He existed is a state of perpetual fear that some new shame or indignity was about to be unleashed on him. Unlike Jane, Emma was prepared to occasionally tolerate his begging for more lenient treatment when she took Daphne strolling out and about. She loved to see him beg, often with tears in his eyes, to be let off wearing some ridiculous outfit or other. "Pweathe Nanny, don't make me wear my Maryjaneth today?" Or " No Nanny, pweathe? Not that pink cardigan today? People stare at me tho! Pwetty pweathe, Nanny?" Nanny rarely relented - but did so on the odd occasion, so that he was encouraged to plead and beg all the more like a desperate toddler. Often his incessant nagging wore down her patience and resulted in an additional humiliating punishment - which Emma delighted in administering, or some Hobson's choice between two humiliations. Once when he had moaned about her putting him in his black patent Maryjanes for a trip to the supermarket, she had let him choose between wearing them - or his new pastel-pink sneakers with the hot-pink ribbon laces, plus some pink hair slides in his lengthening blonde hair. Standing over her cowed charge, a so-called grown man a few years older than herself, Emma delighted in watching him look at the Maryjanes or pink trainers, and the shiny pink little girls' hair slides in her hands. When he couldn't decide, Nanny scolded him for being a fussy little Princess and chose for him. She put the hair slides in his hair after she tied on his pretty pink sneakers, making huge floppy bows with the satin ribbon laces. During their first visit to the hair salon together, Emma made him choose between pigtails and bangs or permed curly ringlets. She had said if he chose pigtails, then he would have to wear some really girly, frilly hair bands to keep them in place. However, a permanent of tight blonde ringlets would make him look like a sissy Shirley Temple. David didn't realise the game was rigged. His hair was currently too short to perm, but when it grew long enough in about three or four months, they planned to give him sissy ringlets anyway. Unsurprisingly he had passed on a perm and gone for the pigtails, only to discover the feminine range of hair ornaments was far more extensive than he imagined! He was often taken out with colourful slide combs, dangly ribbons or satin scrunchies in his hair, and he now owned a variety of cute Alice bands. David's days with Emma usually consisted of one long series of humiliation after another. Nothing was predictable, nothing was certain - except exposure and embarrassment always lay in wait around the corner. However often it happened, he could never get used to the reality of more and more people seeing him in his sissy baby clothes and obvious thick nappies. Fear of unexpected exposure of his terrible secret constantly haunted him. And Emma delighted in dreaming up new ways to feminise him and shame him. The 'Punishment Curtsey' routine required Daphne to stand and face the person to whom he had to give the curtsey and give them a little Japanese style bow, raise his head and look directly at them. He had to ask in a loud clear voice, with his dummy in as usual - "Pweathe will you acc-thept my punishment curt-thy, as I haff been a naughty thithy baby?" If they agreed, he then had to apologise for the naughty behaviour, whatever it might have been. This afternoon at Nanna's, Daphne guessed the words, "I mutht wemember to curt-thy to my elders and betters," would fit the bill. The movements had to be precise: both hands formed neat pinching gestures with the thumb and forefinger pressed together, and the other three fingers neatly curled side by side. It was quite difficult to do; the right hand pinched the hem of his dress and petticoats, while the left pinched the dress alone. He then had to raise the hands up and out at the same time to points above his hips, the left being slightly lower than the right so the dress and petticoats flared out neatly - as if he were a manikin in a shop window. Almost simultaneously he had to raise himself on tip-toe and put one foot behind the other at ninety degrees, drop to flat feet, and then sink into the deepest curtsey he could manage without wobbling. As he descended he had to say, "Pweathe look at my thithy baby dweth and fwilly petticoat'th." At the bottom of the curtsey, knees flexed, dress and petties held high and those nappies bulging in full view, he had to add to his shame by holding this position as he squeaked, "Pweathe look at my weal baby nappieth and weal pwathtic baby pantieth" - coupled with a phrase that was neatly demeaning - "which I have to wear coz I can't uthe the potty." As he slowly rose he had to finish with, "I pwomithe to twy weally hard to be a better thithy baby in future." Standing again, he put his heels together, let the dress and petticoats drop, put his hands neatly behind his back, bow again and round off with; "Pweathe acc-thept thith punishment curt-thy from widdle Baby Daphne?" It was so demeaning, so mortifying! He had to do it for Jane in front of the family! Mummy smiled affectionately at him, giving him some little encouragement as he went through the embarrassing routine to the stunned silence of the onlookers. Never had they seen anything remotely like this display of neatly-drilled humiliation. Jane cooed, "Very good, Daphne! Now do one for Zoe, but speak louder this time. You were mumbling a bit, baby." As he turned to face his three-year-old niece, his heart rate accelerated with apprehension. Sheila had been absolutely right. He had somehow become afraid of this bitchy little girl. Zoe spoke her mind and stated the obvious without any inhibitions - normally in a high-pitched voice loud enough to ensure she attracted everyone's full attention. She put on what seemed to David a haughty expression tinged with impatience. He lisped to her, "Pweathe Zoe, will you acc-thept my punithment curt- thy, as I haff been a naughty thithy baby. I mutht wemember to curt-thy to my elderth and betterth." Her pretty little face broke into a severe frown and she stated crossly, "No! You must curtsy to me. Say so!" The fact that she didn't really understand 'elders and betters' was beside the point. "Pweathe, Zoe will you acc-thept my punithment curt-thy as I haff been a naughty thithy baby. I mutht wemember to curt-thy to you, Zoe, as you are older than me." This seemed to work and he completed the routine, but oh how he wanted a nappy change! The deep curtsey only reinforced his shameful need as the squishy cooling mess pressed around him, mashing against his sensitive places. "I'm older and better than you! Say it properly! Do it again." Zoe bossily commanded, arm raised and finger pointing at him. The adults smiled in approval of the little girl's insistent demands. David felt a mixture of fear and anger at being treated like this, but he was helpless to do anything other than comply. He did five more before Sheila took pity on him and interrupted. "That's the last one, Zoe." "Mummy, two more please?" Little girls can twist there Mummies round their little fingers sometimes. He did three more before he was allowed to desist. Jessica then had her turn. Somehow David didn't mind performing for Jessica, as the pretty five- year-old seemed somewhat sympathetic and encouraged him with; "That's so sweet, Baby Daphne," after the first. She was satisfied after only two more, anyway. Sensing she had pushed his humiliation as far as she could for the moment, Jane intervened. "Now do one for your new Uncle Jake, and we're done." David had realised right from the start that this was inevitable, but that didn't make the task any easier. Suddenly conscious of all his odd babyish accessories, from his wet dummy dribbling onto his bib, the new bonnet hugging his head, he felt weak from shame as he turned to face Jake. How could he go through with this? How? Jake used to work for him; dammit! He barely noticed Shelia and Simon watching from the corner, eager to witness his latest humiliation. Rebellion seethed inside David and flickered oh-so-briefly in his pale blue eyes - before the utter helplessness of his situation hit him. Unwanted tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. Above all he desperately needed a nappy change. Rebelling now would look like a childish tantrum, making them despise him all the more - and bring on real punishment, like another spanking - perhaps even from Jake. No, now wasn't the time to protest. Sometime later, maybe? David always intended sorting things out later, but of course later - like tomorrow - never comes. Gulping with anxiety, he started to whimper, "Unca Jake, pweathe??" Jane interrupted him to snap, "Bad girl! Stop looking at the floor, Daphne! Eye-contact - now!" Startled by Mummy's sharp rebuke, somehow Daphne raised her tear-blurred eyes and stared at the handsome face of her wife's lover. Jake's expression was so contemptuous, scorn radiating like laser beams from those narrowed brown eyes. "Unca Jake, pweathe? Pweathe?" His voice had gone all squeaky with nervous tension and when it cracked and broke, the adults all laughed. It sounded like a crowd roaring in David's ears, and he froze with stage fright. Conflicting emotions boiled inside him as he stood in stunned silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then the storm broke. "Mummy!" Daphne bawled, "help me! I don't want to be naughty! I fwightened! Oh Mummy?." His squeaky voice rose another octave in distress. He ran up beside her like a terrified two-year-old, not embracing her but obviously wanting to, standing rigid with his arms pressed to his sides, head bowed in shame in front of his Mummy. He started to sob uncontrollably as all the emotions of the last few hours poured out of him, loud crying with very real tears. Fearful of being thought disobedient, he sobbed, "Baba Daphne not naughty, Mummy! Waah! Pweathe help me, Mummy? Waaah!" Jake, shocked by what he assumed was a nervous breakdown, stepped back and muttered, "He doesn't have to." "Aww! Bubba!" Jane reached out and cuddled her sobbing baby of a husband, drawing the wailing child to her. Her left hand stroked his cheek while her right reached round his slender shivering torso and pulled his bonneted head close between her cushiony breasts. She crouched slightly and hugged him tightly, reaching around to gently pat his bulging seat in that steady reassuring rhythm, her cupped fingers mashing his stinky mess against his bottom. 'Thwack-thwack-thwack- thwack-thwack!' She used the familiar soothing words that have calmed thousands of small babies through the ages. She became the loving caring Mummy he'd lost all those years ago. "There, there, baby. Shh, baby." 'Thwack-thwack-thwack!' "Don't cry, diddums! Mummy's here. Shh, sweetie!" Jane crooned. 'Thwack-thwack- thwack!' "Mummy will look after you. Mummy will sort you out. Aww! It been a big day for my poor widdle baby girl, hasn't it?" 'Thwack-thwack- thwack-thwack-thwack!' Never conceding an inch, she murmured, "We'll give Jake his curtsey a little later on, sweetie. Okay?" 'Thwack-thwack- thwack!' She waved the others away with a warning glance over his shoulder. Only Nanna remained, her smile contemptuous, holding a baby wipe to brush away his tears. As ever the soothing ministrations and the loving embrace of his buxom wife soon calmed Baby Daphne. The hiccuping sobs slowed and become jerky breathing as he gradually regained control. Jane adored his newfound dependence on her, his pathetic need for her. It radiated from him during moments like this. This hadn't been resistance to giving Jake a curtsey, she realized - it was a form of breakdown, leading to complete surrender to her as his dominant Mummy, and also a profound acceptance to being a baby - her baby girl. He had forever ceased at that moment to be a man. Jane took the wipe from Helen's hand and started dabbing at his tear- streaked cheeks, asking Nanna to fetch the baby a drink of water. Helen nodded in understanding and disappeared while Jane crooned, "There, there, baby! Uncle Jake won't bite, sweetie darling. It's only a little punishment curtsey, and you do them so prettily! Here; Nanna has brought you a bottle of water." Nanny crooned, "Come on sweetie-pie, have a little drinkee. Hold your ba-ba and have a sucky-suck." She lapsed into baby talk which actually comforted him; he was so far gone at that moment. Jane wanted to plonk on the sofa and sit him on her lap, but refrained from doing so because she could smell he badly needed changing. He stank! She didn't want to risk her expensive silk skirt. Instead she cuddled him fondly as she cleaned his face, his tear-stained red cheeks perfectly framed by the side flaps of his darling pink satin bonnet. His nose had started to run, but he waited for Mummy to attend to it like the helpless dependent toddler he truly was. Jane's senses raged with unspoken desire as she tended to her sissy baby. She wanted Jake now! Hard, thrusting, so wonderfully big. God he was a real man! The way he filled every inch of her! She felt so wet down there! First though she had to get David through this mini-crisis and back on an even keel. She didn't want to frighten off her lover before she could get him home and into bed. Besides, Jane had another surprise in store for her sissy which she'd planned with his Nanna, and she didn't want this little outburst to get in the way. As she continued to murmur comforting words to Daphne, she realised how she could turn the scene to her advantage. She winked at Helen, who hovered nearby outside David's vision. "Poor Jake! Tsk-tsk- tsk!" Jane clucked. "He needed that curtsey to give him confidence that you are my baby now, and not my lover. I try to tell him you only ever cum in your nappies, but I'm never sure if he really believes me. Does he, Nanna?" Jane looked meaningfully at her mother, who quickly guessed her daughter's plan. 'Jane can be quite the storyteller when the need arises,' Helen mused. "Oh, Jake was hinting at his doubts this very afternoon," Nanna obligingly confirmed, fibbing outrageously. She pointed to the staircase. "I'll go up to the Nursery and start getting the changing things ready." She winked at her scheming daughter before heading for the stairs. The slightest hint that Jake could be jealous of him, ridiculous as that might seem, perked up David considerably. He smiled tentatively at Mummy as he cuddled her. "Me tho thowwy, Mummy! I'