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Dear Daddy Mike, thank you for that lovely compliment. Thank you too, Kevin, baby Tammy, Katie and Petal. Deewet? I hope your muse returns soon. Get back to that keyboard, little girl! Jeannie, you'll have to keep reading. Sorry for the gap between posts, everyone, but I had to move house. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Baby Jennie Chapter 15. Letters and Phone Calls David stared at the blank sheet of paper as tears of shame welled in his eyes. Write to Jake? Create hand-written evidence of his shameful baby treatment for anyone to read? It was so unfair! He wanted to scream in protest, to complain about the unfairness of it all. How could he write and thank Jake for making love to his wife? Despite his resentment, he felt a rising pressure down there as he thought of the happy sounds Mummy made when Jake had been fucking her brains out. Jake's whispered descriptions of how he intended to take Mummy from behind echoed in his head. His arousal came to an abrupt end as his chastity-cage bit into his thickening clittie. Blushing with shame - mixed with sensual remembrance - he wrote; "Dear Jake, Please forgive the informality. Be assured I think of you as Sir at all times, but I want it to be clear that I - David Baxter, your former boss - I am writing to you personally, to beg forgiveness for my appalling and inadequate past behaviour as your supposed superior, and seek to thank you for many kindnesses you are currently extending to me..." About thirty minutes and a dozen paragraphs later, he thought it was finished. Before signing off, he called for Emma and asked for her comments, hoping against hope it would be found adequate. As Nanny started to read, he watched her face intently. Her smile slowly widened as she saw how far he was prepared to go. As ever, he had humiliated himself far more than she ever dreamed she could. She read to the end and wiped the amused smile off her face, hardening her expression. Emma knew she must always be the Wicked Dom, the Cruella, the Nasty Bitch to her little baby slave. It only made him crave his loving Mummy all the more. She threw the letter on the low plastic desk and snapped, "Marilyn! What about Marilyn, your former secretary? Remember? You're supposed to ask Jake to show your letters to Marilyn!" Emma flicked the rejected letter towards him with a sneer of contempt. "Don't think you can get away with silly mistakes like that! Corner-time, Baby Daphne! Now!" she shouted. Crestfallen, he toddled into the hallway and to the corner near the front door. He glanced anxiously at the closed (but unlocked) door before he spat out his dum-dums, picked up his punishment dummy and popped it in his mouth. He pressed his nose and forehead against the cool steel rod, standing still in shamed acceptance of his punishment. He was always terrified someone would knock on the door or ring the doorbell and catch him in this humiliating position. He would never forget the first time that happened. The first weekend he'd been Mummy's baby, it had been a wonderful Sunday morning. Jane had been so kind and attentive when she let David out of the crib and undressed him on the change table. She was all butterflies and rainbows when she removed his drenched night diaper and made him crawl into the bathroom, where she popped him in a bubble bath. Daphne loved it when Mummy washed her in the tub, cooing loving endearments to her and crooning encouragement and praise like a doting mother as her soapy hands wandered all over her slippery wet body. Her clittie had been rock-hard by the time Mummy helped her clamber out of the bath. After drying her steaming pink body and leading her back to the Nursery, Mummy had diapered Daphne and dressed her in her lavender toddler frock, and purple rumba panties with rows of frilly white lace across the seat. As she buckled her black patent Maryjanes over her frilly anklet socks, Mummy commented, "We definitely have to buy my little girl some more pretty shoes! Don't we, bubba?" David couldn't believe how much those simple words thrilled him. After brushing her baby's hair and clipping on her bib, Mummy escorted Baby Daphne downstairs and popped her in the highchair. Jane made breakfast so much fun, Daphne laughed so hard, she accidentally spat out a mouthful of porridge. All over Mummy's clean blouse. Mummy wasn't happy about that, and the frivolity abruptly ended. "Damn!" Jane complained, tugging her stained blouse away from her magnificent bosoms. "I'll have to change now." She scowled and shook her head in annoyance and Baby Daphne fell silent, meekly opening her mouth wide for the next spoonful. "After you've done the laundry - including hand-washing this top - you can spend twenty minutes in the naughty corner. Understand Mummy?" "Yeth Mummy. Thowwy Mummy." Even though David felt he was being unfairly punished - Mummy had made him laugh, after all - Baby Daphne nodded as she swallowed. It actually turned on the sissy baby when Mummy was strict with him like this - as long as she still loved him. It proved that she was in charge. She was the Mummy. He was the baby. Half an hour later David was in the corner of the hallway, nose against the steel rail, when the doorbell rang. He almost hit the ceiling! He dropped his punishment dummy with a squeak of fright and stepped back to peer through the pebbled -glass strip level with the top of his head. What he saw only frightened him even more. Daphne thought she could see the blue-and-white checks of a police cap! His bladder contracted in fright. With a squeal of terror he whirled around and scampered down the hallway past Mummy, who was heading for the front door. He ignored the hot stream splashing around his genitals - and her reprimand. "Come back here!" Jane turned and yelled to his retreating back. "Get that little nose back in the corner, you naughty girl!" She growled in annoyance when the sissy baby disappeared from view, and when the doorbell rang again, she hurried to the door. She threw it open and grinned at her friend Fiona. "Hi darling. Right on time! I'm so glad you could make it." Although she was dressed for work, Fiona had come straight from home this Sunday morning. She'd decided to wear her dark-navy security uniform - or a version of it - because she knew how much it looked like a police uniform - and she loved how intimidating that could be to unwary civilians. That was why Fiona had selected this specific style when she chose the new uniforms for Helen's security staff, half a dozen years ago. Although the tight stretch miniskirt she wore would never have passed muster at the office. It was indecently short. Fiona tottered inside in her highest heels - a pair of black patent thigh-high boots which caused Jane's eyebrows to creep up her forehead. "Hi Jane," Fiona greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, then straightened her navy tie over her sky-blue shirt. She glanced behind her friend and looked behind the door, plucked eyebrows arched in question. "Where's the big baby girl? I thought you said she'd be in the naughty corner near the front door?" The tops of her gleaming boots brushed the hem of her tight little skirt, stretched taut by her beefy thighs and generous booty. "She was - until you rang the doorbell. Nice boots!" Jane cried in admiration. "How tall are those heels?" "Five inches, and thin as my little finger. But there's a platform sole about two inches thick, so it's like wearing skinny three-inch heels." She stroked one shiny leather-clad thigh with a smug smile. "Not too bad." Jane shook her head in wonder as she locked the front door. She felt slightly underdressed in her simple green house frock and four-inch rope wedge heels "Those boots are sexy as hell! Pity my baby girl isn't here to see them. She'd love them!" She escorted Fiona down the hallway and into the lounge room. "Grab a seat, Fi. Daphne! Where are you, little girl! Come out and meet your Aunty Fiona." She turned and confided, "She was having a time-out in the corner next to the front door when you rang the doorbell, like we planned. She must have freaked out and run away." Fiona pointed to the hallway and chuckled, "I noticed the punishment pole in the naughty corner you told us about. Great idea! It looks good, too." She raised her arm and pointed, suggesting, "Why don't you put a motion sensor in the corner near the ceiling, facing the front door? I think I have one in the truck, with a built-in alarm. It's a remote control unit, easy to install and a cinch to use. That way when your sissy baby is doing corner-time, you flick the remote control, and she won't be able to move without setting off the alarm. It also functions as a burglar alarm." "What a wonderful idea! Now where is that naughty child?" "You go find your little girl, and I'll go get the movement detector. Have you got a two-metre ladder?" "Sure! Back in a minute." Jane found Baby Daphne lurking at the rear of the back yard, huddling near the fence. "Is it the police?" the terrified sissy whimpered, her eyes full of tears. "Are they going to arrest me?" "No baby. It's not the police." Despite her chagrin at being disobeyed, Jane gave him a condescending smile and held out her hand. "It's alright. Come with Mummy." Reassured somewhat, David timidly accepted her hand and let Mummy lead him back into the house. She steered him into the laundry and pointed. "Grab the ladder and bring it into the hallway," she commanded. He opened the folding aluminium ladder in the hallway, just inside from the lounge room, glancing worriedly towards the open front door at the other end. He jumped in fright again when Fiona returned, looking so much like a policewoman in her chequered cap and dark-navy uniform - except for the sexy thigh-high, black patent boots. He recognised the beefy redhead, one of Mummy's close friends and a colleague from work. Mummy introduced her new baby and Daphne had to curtsey and say hello while Fiona shrieked with laughter. Despite his flaming cheeks, his clittie stiffened inside the warmth of his wet nappy. Mummy made him hold the ladder while the chunky woman climbed up and affixed the detector to the wall near the ceiling with the adhesive pads. Fiona's booted feet were spread far apart for balance, and she glanced down and barked, "Are you looking up my skirt, Baby Daphne?" He almost collapsed in shock. He had been looking up her skirt - but it was mostly unintentional. Mostly. He'd been trying to look past her chubby frame to see what she was doing, and Fiona was wearing shiny fire-engine-red underwear under her too-short skirt - difficult to ignore. Before he could defend himself, Mummy interjected. "You naughty little girl! I'm already going to punish you for leaving the naughty corner without permission. Do I have to punish you for perving up Aunty Fiona's skirt, too? I might let Aunty Fiona give you a couple of whacks just to teach you a lesson!" "No Mummy, no!" "Don't you say no to me, little girl!" After replacing the ladder in the laundry, Mummy made him return to the naughty corner. When he had his punishment dummy in his mouth and his hands were neatly clasped behind his back, Fiona used the remote control and switched on the motion detector. "Try moving you hands," the security chief suggested to the corner-bound sissy. As soon as Daphne's hands moved to her sides, a shrill beeping sounded from the far corner. His hands leapt together behind his back again, fingers nervously intertwined. "Gosh that's loud!" Jane complained, covering her ears. With a press of a button the alarm fell silent. "Phew! Thank you!" Fiona handed her the remote. "Press the red button to switch it on, the black one to switch it off. Simple!" "Thank you Fi. I love it! That's really marvellous!" Jane switched on the alarm again and noted the tiny green LED glowing on the mounted unit. To her corner-bound sissy she snapped, "You'll start your punishment time all over again, Baby Daphne - plus another twenty minutes for leaving the naughty-corner without permission. And when you've finished, Aunty Fiona is gong to help me paddle your naughty little bottom! Understand? Come on Fi, I'll make you a cuppa." They left the submissive sissy whimpering in the corner, desperate to caress his hard-on - but unable to move a finger. Fiona had come over to review the tapes of Jane diapering and disciplining her sissy baby. She had installed the cameras in the master bedroom and the spare bedroom, and set up the whole system single-handed - on one condition. "I want to see the recordings," she told Jane, while she was installing a camera in the ceiling above where the adult crib was planned to stand. When her beautiful blonde friend looked doubtful, Fiona became adamant. "I'll need to make sure the cameras maintain focus and the motion-activated sensors work properly. Plus I'll need to check the sound levels, and-" "Okay, okay," Jane conceded, holding up her palms to halt the flood of information. "I didn't realise it was all so technical." Fiona had the good grace to blush. "It's not just that," she admitted, her plump round cheeks turning rosy. "I would love to see you in action teaching your cheating husband a lesson." "Really? Fi!" "Look, Jane - you are the most beautiful woman I know, and- and -and I'm into a bit of B&D myself." She patted her patent leather boots where they covered her plump thighs. "That's why I own these." Jane dimpled and blushed at the lovely compliment. "Thank you, Fiona." She thought for a moment and then conceded. "Okay. Come over Sunday morning after the baby gets back from the States. I should have plenty of tape for you to review by then." David could hear them shrieking with laughter in the lounge room from her place in the corner. He didn't realise Mummy had opened her laptop and she was showing Fiona the film of Baby Daphne being spanked, paddled, caned and nursed - and then her first time on the adult-sized change table, and her first nap in her new crib. The pictures were crystal clear and the sound levels were perfect. "Great job, Fi," Jane muttered at the end, her voice a little husky. She fought to keep her hand from delving under her skirt, and she could feel the moist gusset of her panties sticking to her sweet spot. Fiona had to have a slurp of cold tea and clear her throat before she could reply. "Right back at you! Fantastic job with the cane! So accurate! I'll bet he's still got the marks. Can I see? Where did you learn to belt someone like that?" "Oh, we all have our little secrets," Jane giggled, evading the question. She didn't want her friends to know that a few months ago, she'd been visiting - no, working - in a brothel - well, a B&D parlour - two or three evenings a week for a couple of months. And Fiona probably wouldn't know the difference. Or would she? Jane glanced at the sexy thigh-high boots and shook her head, unsure. Instead she asked, "I promised baby that if I had to take down her nappy to spank her, she'd be getting the six cuts of the cane I owe her from Thursday night. Would you like to help me punish her?" "Yes please! You bet!" They had a fresh cup of tea while they worked out their plan of attack, thinking up lines and suggesting positions and variations until they were both in fits of laughter. Jane glanced at her watch. "It's been about forty minutes. Time to let baby out of the naughty- corner." "Do you want me to bring her in here?" "Yes please, Fi. I'll go get the paddle and the cane, and I need a fresh diaper to put over my lap. I don't trust my little panty-wetter. I'll sit on the lounge and put her over my lap first, and then you can put her on the coffee table and take over. Okay? Back in a minute." "Excellent!" Fiona rubbed her hands together like Monty Burns and mimicked his voice. "Excellent, Smithers." She turned and headed for the front door. The beefy redhead grabbed the cringing baby by one ear and dragged him out of the corner, and the punishment dummy flew from his mouth with an audible 'plop!' "Come with me, Baby Daphne!" she commanded. "It's time for Mummy and Aunty Fiona to sort you out!" He wailed in fear and scrabbled for the dummy hanging from the lacy collar of his lavender frock. By the time he was standing in front of Mummy sitting on the lounge, it was already in his mouth and he was sucking noisily on the rubber teat. Jane pulled his purple rumba panties down to his ankles and unpinned his nappy, letting it flop down between his shivering legs. The grinning redhead poked her head around to examine the front of his disposable diaper. Despite being yellowed with urine, she could see the slight bulge formed by his erection. Jane reached forward and stroked the warm front of his wet diaper, right over his stiffie, and the frightened big baby groaned in excitement. "See?" she demanded of her friend. "It really turns my baby on to be humiliated and punished." To David she cooed, "Doesn't it, sweetie? Tell Mummy." It was hard to deny the truth when the evidence was right there in her hands. David whimpered, "Yeth Mummy." Both women laughed and Jane ripped apart the tapes. His sodden diaper fell between his feet, trapped in place by his cloth nappy and rumba panties. His glistening little erection stuck out straight in front of him, like a pointing finger trying to poke Mummy in the eye. Jane pulled up the hem of her dress unnecessarily high, revealing her sleek upper thighs and the shiny crotch of her baby-pink satin panties. She knew David was staring at her exposed crotch as she patted her shapely legs in invitation. "Come on, baby girl. You know what to do. Assume the position." She indicated he should move to her right, and she slid an open clean disposable over her lap as he awkwardly shuffled into place. With a worried glance at Fiona's grinning face, Daphne leaned forward and Mummy took over, guiding her frightened little girl into the required position. She shifted him about until his shivering bottom was perched high in the air, his hot little stiffie buried in the crinkling folds of the disposable between her thighs. "Now baby, what are we being punished for?" Mummy sternly demanded. He was already snivelling in fear, despite his arousal. "Because - 'Cauthe I weft the naughty corner wivout permission. I'm thowwy Mummy!" 'That's ten smacks for disobeying Mummy! You must never leave the naughty corner without permission. Understand? "Yeth Mummy." "And when Mummy called you back - you ignored her!" She tried to avoid looking at Fiona's grinning face. She needed to sound stern and cranky - not giggle in amusement. "Didn't you?" "Ohh! Yeth Mummy. Thowwy Mummy." "That's ten more smacks - plus some cuts of the cane! What a naughty baby girl I've got!" Jane grinned at Fiona, who had to cover her mouth with one hand to keep from laughing. Jane pulled a face at her friend, silently pleading with her to act serious. "And you were so rude to Aunty Fiona, running away like that! I think Aunty Fiona should give you ten spanks for that as well. Don't you?" "Oh Mummy! I- I- I gueth tho, Mummy. Ohh!" Fiona clamped both hands over her mouth and her shoulders shook with silent mirth. To Daphne Jane crooned, "Good girl! Then you must ask Aunty Fiona to paddle your naughty bot-bot. Be polite. Go on!" He whimpered and then squeaked, "P-p-pweathe Aunty Fiona? Will you thpank my n-naughty bot-bot for being w-wude to you?" "Of course I will, baby girl!" Fiona crowed. "It will be my pleasure!" Twenty spanks with the hard wooden paddle had him shrieking and wailing in remorse, tears streaming down his cheeks as his feet bucked and thrashed. Jane handed over the hard wooden paddle and breathlessly stated, "She's all yours, Aunty Fiona." The beefy redhead pulled the sobbing sissy to his feet and guided him stumbling blindly to one end of coffee table, his dum-dums bouncing against his tummy and his baby panties still trapped around his ankles. Jane held up the diaper to show her friend the sizeable fresh yellow stain. Baby had wet herself during her paddling! Another first for Mummy! While her friend was preoccupied sorting out the baby, Jane stroked the slick front of her panties, parting those sensitive swollen lips to expose the hood of her throbbing clit. "I prefer to use a different technique," Fiona informed the snivelling sissy - who at the time couldn't have cared less. He focused on rubbing his blazing buttocks with both hands, trying to soothe the hurt. "Lie down here on your back, little girl." She backed David up till the backs of his knees struck the end of the low coffee table, and Fiona caught him before he fell over backwards. "Sit down first, then lie back. That's right. Good girl." He squealed in pain when his battered rear struck the hard wooden table, but then Fiona forced him to lie on his back. "Leggies up," she urged him, and she pulled away his nappy and baby panties. "Grab your knees and hold your legs up for Aunty Fiona. Good girl!" She walked around the table, smacking the paddle against her palm in an intentionally menacing manner. He twitched and jerked with every crisp 'slap!' "Have you been a naughty baby, Baby Daphne?" she demanded. "Yeth Aunty Fiona," Daphne tearfully snivelled. The chunky redhead stood at the end of the table, admiring the crimson colour of his trembling buttocks. She could almost feel the heat radiating from them from where she was standing. "Are you going to obey Mummy from now on?" "Yeth Aunty Fiona." "What colour are my panties?" "Wed, Aunty Fi- Oh!" Fiona pounced like an angry tigress. "I knew you were peeking up my skirt!" WHACK! "Waaah!" "Keep you legs up! You naughty baby!" WHACK! "Waaah! Waaah!" No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold up his thrashing legs. "I'll show you how to keep those naughty little legs out of Aunty's way! You wanted to peek at Aunty's panties? Alright! Have a real good look!" She handed the paddle to Jane for a moment to raise her tight skirt with both hands. She straddled the narrow coffee table over Baby Daphne's head, facing his feet, tugging her tiny navy skirt high around her hips at the same time. David shrieked in alarm when the chubby woman's plump buttocks descended on his face, abruptly cutting off his shrill protests. The crotch of her red nylon panties was centred right over his mouth and nose, and he felt his snub nose slotting into the crease between her sweaty bumcheeks. The rank smell of her anus and her vagina almost overwhelmed him and he tried not to inhale. Fiona grabbed his ankles and folded his shivering legs back, tucking his feet under her armpits and trapping him in this exposed vulnerable position. Fiona wriggled about on the terrified sissy's face, making herself more comfortable, then held out her hand for the paddle. "Thanks Jane. Now Baby Daphne. Where were we? Oh, that's right! I have to paddle your naughty bottom for being - what was it? For being wude to Aunty! That's right. Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to receive your punishment from Aunty Fiona?" He might have attempted some reply, but it was effectively silenced by the fleshy cheeks which imprisoned him. WHACK! WHACK! "Bad baby!" WHACK! WHACK! "Naughty girl!" WHACK! WHACK! "Bad, bad baby!" WHACK! WHACK! "Keep her there, will you?" Jane requested, standing and collecting the cane from where she'd hidden it behind the lounge. "I warned my little girl that if I had to spank her bottom for being naughty this weekend, she'd get the six cuts of the cane I owe her from last Thursday night." Fiona grabbed his legs and locked her muscular arms tighter against her sides to trap the jerking big baby's legs in place. Despite the fleshy cushions covering his mouth, they could hear him whimpering unintelligible protests. Jane sorrowfully repeated, "I did warn her." "Some children never learn," Fiona retorted. "Unless they are firmly disciplined." "Oh, this will be firm - I assure you," Jane promised, flexing the long bamboo cane and loosening her shoulders with a few practice swings. If she wasn't sure her baby could hear her, the way Daphne reacted to the menacing 'swish, swish' of the cane eliminated any doubt. "Are you ready, Baby Daphne? I promise - this will really hurt!" WHICK! "When Mummy puts you in the naughty corner - you stay there!" WHICK! His muffled screams were like an erotic whisper in her ear, and Jane reached down with her left hand and brushed her fingers over her light cotton frock, right over the front of her pink satin panties. Her labia were already engorged with blood, sensitive and swollen, and the merest touch sent waves of pleasure surging through her body. She didn't want to appear too bold, so she tore her hand away and stuck out her left arm for balance, the way Denise had taught her. WHICK! "Baby must always do as she is told!" WHICK! Fiona's face was scrunched up, giving her little piggy eyes, and she tossed back her short red curls with a muted moan of arousal. She wriggled on the struggling sissy's face with more purpose, rocking her hips back and forwards, thrusting her hard little love button against the baby's snub nose - and wishing it was larger! The juices were pouring out of her and she could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. "Oh yes!" she moaned. "Give it to her! Give it to her good and hard!" Seeing her friend was having a good time and letting down her hair, Jane opted to do the same. She tucked the cane under one armpit for a moment and raised the hem of her mid-thigh skirt, tucking it under her bra strap. Fiona's piggy eyes widened at the sight of the voluptuous woman's beautiful body, her tiny waist, flat brown tummy and her perfect jewel of a navel. She admired the way the tight pink knickers clung like paint to her friend's sweet flesh. Jane reached down and massaged her panty crotch with the tips of two fingers, making tiny circles over her clit, her right hand a blur for a few moments. Jane wanted to finish on her baby's face, so she paused on the brink of orgasm, snatched up the cane and screamed, "You naughty, disobedient baby girl!" WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! WHICK! She waited until her friend recovered from her noisy climax before indicating Fiona should dismount. The sweaty-faced redhead silently mouthed her thanks as she shakily climbed to her feet and stepped away from the table. "Grab her feet and hold them up for me," Jane requested, and Fiona leapt to do her bidding, not even bothering to replace her hiked-up skirt. She watched as Jane straddled the coffee table and lowered her beautiful panty-clad bottom over the snivelling sissy's mouth, then Fiona helped tuck the sissy's ankles under her friend's armpits. "Lick Mummy!" Jane commanded, her voice thick and throaty with lust. "Lick me through my panties! Lick me, baby! Lick Mummy! Aaahhh!" She ignored Fiona when she flopped back on the lounge, her miniskirt around her waist and her right hand busy between her legs. Jane was too preoccupied riding her baby's tongue to wonderland. She hand- spanked Daphne's welted crimson buttocks a few more times to encourage her to perform with more enthusiasm, and was thrilled with the results. Jane climaxed twice in five minutes - a record for her - although from the sounds of it, Fiona won by a landslide! As soon as she was satisfied, Mummy dismounted without ceremony and demurely rearranged her skirt to cover her sodden pink panties. She made her penitent sissy stay on his back on the coffee table while she diapered him, ignoring his rock-hard clittie except to briefly rub in the powder. And as soon as his frilly rumba panties had been tugged over his clean nappy, Mummy sent him to the naughty corner again. * * * * * Corner-time was infantile, humiliating and boring. David had really hoped the grovelling letter he wrote to Jake would satisfy Emma, so that she wouldn't bother to escalate the game. But clearly Nanny had other ideas, and he whimpered when he heard her tear up the unsatisfactory letter behind his back. "Twenty minutes in the naughty corner - and then you can try writing a better letter - including a request that Jake show it to Marilyn." She sniffed in disapproval before marching away and Daphne moaned quietly in distress. The very idea of Marilyn knowing he was a baby girl was awful! He was in denial that his ex-secretary might know already, but the thought of her seeing this grovelling baby rubbish was tough to bear. His baby secret would be well and truly out if Marilyn knew anything about it. He couldn't imagine the office gossip reading such an embarrassing, revealing letter. From deep in the corner he pathetically whined; "Pweathe Nanny? Not that? Pweathe, pweathe Nanny? I'll be a 'thpecially good baby for you! I pwomithe! You can take me out and in my pwettiest fwocks and change my nappieth in public, but pweathe don't make me wite that? Mummy doethn't want Mawiwyn to know." Emma heard him whimpering all the way from the lounge room, and she loved it! A grown man dressed in a sissy baby outfit, nose in the naughty corner, was pleading and begging with her for mercy? Inviting more humiliation to be heaped on his sissy shoulders, more like it! A fresh inspiration hit her as she marched back into the hallway. She already knew Jane's opinion and a nasty trick occurred to her. "What was that, little girl? Mummy doesn't want Marilyn to know? So you think Mummy will object, and I'm wrong. Do you?" Emma icily demanded. "Well let's ask her, shall we? Let's ring Mummy at work and see what she says. If I'm wrong, Jake won't show your letters to Marilyn, and you can have ice cream for tea. But if you're wrong, you have been both naughty and cheeky - and you will have to be punished severely for telling lies to Nanny! I might make you to ask Uncle Jake to pull down your plastic panties, take off your nappy and put you across his knee, and smack your bare botty till it really hurts! Understand?" She gave him a hard whack on the bottom to emphasise her point. "Ooo!" Face deep in the corner, David's blush deepened at the thought of big strong Jake spanking him with his powerful right arm. Shame alone sent shudders of anguish dancing up and down his spine. But he honestly didn't understand how far Mummy was prepared to go. Daphne's suffering the humiliation of Marilyn learning the truth was simply part of the fun for Jane. Especially as she knew Jake had already told his secretary too much, anyway. And after hearing Helen's brilliant psychological excuse yesterday, Jane was far less concerned. Emma was already keying in Jane's number on her mobile. "Hi Jane! No, don't worry," Nanny assured her kinky employer with a grin. "No problems! She's been writing that letter to Jake, and Daphne has a question she needs to ask her Mummy. Here she is. I'll put you on speaker." Punching the loudspeaker key, she held the phone close to David's face, which remained pressed in the corner. "Hewwo Mummy?" Daphne whimpered uncertainly. "Hello sweetie!" Jane purred. "Are you okay? Your voice sounds muffled. Are you being a good girl for your Nanny?" "Jutht in the naughty-corner for a widdle while, coz I got it wong." "Dear oh dear!" Jane clucked her tongue in gentle remonstration. "What a silly baby girl! You never learn, do you? What do you want to ask Mummy, darling?" "Mummy, Nanny saith that I mutht athk Uncle Jake to show the 'fank you' wetter and the card to Mawiwyn. Pweathe Mummy, thay he muthn't? Pweathe Mummy? Mawiwyn will show it to evewyone, and evewyone will know I'm a thithy baba!" His high-pitched voice rose in desperation. "Pweathe Mummy, pweathe thay no?" There was a pause while Jane experienced a delicious surge of lust. She never realised how much David would hate Marilyn knowing about him. Frankly she thought the secretary was a cocky, sex-obsessed, overweight little tart, but she knew David had always had a thing for her. This would shame him more than meeting Jake for the first time! Oh what a lovely sexy thought! The greater Daphne's shame and embarrassment, the more his Mummy enjoyed it. She knew it would turn Jake on as well. Another night of raging sexual bliss lay in prospect. "Of course you should beg Jake to show the letter to her!" Jane chided the corner-bound sissy, her irritation audible through the crackling speaker. "Mummy knows how you used to lust after her! Why don't you want Marilyn to know you're my sissy baby?" She was glad she was alone in her office as she swapped her phone to left hand. "Pweathe Mummy, I tho ashamed!" Jane heard the snivelling wail and couldn't stop herself from reaching under her grey miniskirt. Her hand slid between her legs, her index finger caressing her tingling wet kitten through her moistening panties. She leaned back in her office chair and spread her legs slightly, grateful the door was closed. "Silly baby! You know I'm not interested in how ashamed you feel. You should have thought of that when you were visiting that nasty tart in New York! By the way; I hope your letter to Jake explains what you used to get up to on your business trips. Understood? Now pass the phone back to Nanny, little girl. Emma, you heard all that?" "Oh yes, Jane! I already told Daphne as much, but she insisted on talking to her Mummy - even after I told her it was naughty and disrespectful to query Nanny's judgement. Daphne needs to be punished again, so she learns to do as I say. Do you want me to deal with her? I thought it might be a good idea to have Jake spank her bare botty tomorrow night, as well?" Jane giggled loudly, "You are such a strict Nanny, aren't you? Fine, Emma - but I have another idea. Have Daphne write a note asking Jake for her spanking, both for misbehaving while she was Jake's boss, and also for today's indiscretion. You know; a real grovelling letter that will amuse Marilyn as well. Get her to apologise for taking all that baby stuff with her on her last business trips and not focusing on work. I assume the loudspeaker is still on and baby can hear me?" Emma gazed in contempt at the figure cringing in the corner, and the disheartened sissy seemed to shrivel in shame. "Oh yes! She can hear you, all right! Every word." "Good! I'll get Jake to come round early tomorrow evening, so you can stay and watch if you like. He's been itching to paddle Daphne's bum for ages. I expect my masochistic little sissy has secretly been longing for it as well. So that will make baby happy - well, until the second smack! Then she will start to regret it for the rest. I think Jake has more stamina than either of us, and he is certainly much stronger! It should be rather amusing. Okay, I must rush! Bye Emma, Bye Daphne sweetie! You have something to look forward to now, for nearly two whole days! Love you, baby!" Mummy cried. The phone connection was cut. David started to sob and tears of anguish ran down his face. Write all that to Jake? Marilyn was to see the letter, and then he had to suffer a hard horrid hurtful spanking from Jake as well? He knew he would let himself down completely by screaming and shrieking, begging for mercy and pleading for forgiveness. What could be worse? A whole lot of things! Deep down he knew he would discover them all before Jane had finished with him. He didn't know how long he stood there, silently bemoaning his plight. He jumped and squealed in alarm when Nanny crept up behind him and walloped his padded seat. 'That's enough rest time for you baby girl! Time to redo that letter. Come with Nanny." Emma escorted him back to the playroom and watched as he meekly sat at the table with two fresh sheets of paper. She waited till he took up the pen and with a satisfied smirk, left the baby to her own devices. David's hand shook with dread when he imagined his old secretary reading this letter. David had always secretly lusted after the cheap bottle-blonde. Big- titted Marilyn was a sexy tease and she knew it. Her blouses were always a size too small or unbuttoned too far, and too-short miniskirts or tiny hot pants matched with sheer black stockings were her stock in trade. She was quite pretty, but she always wore too much make-up and her platinum hair was obviously bleached. Although she was usually beautifully turned out when she wanted something from the boss, her humongous tits almost falling out of her too-tight tops. From the outset the cheeky tart had wrapped David round her pudgy little finger. With all the misplaced confidence of a loud Essex girl, Marilyn considered herself one of the characters in the office. She regularly used her coarse charms and outrageous dress sense to worm David round to her way of thinking. She was always sure to ask him for favours when she was wearing her sexiest, most-revealing outfits. David's feeble attempts to placate Marilyn only lowered his standing in the office, a fact he was unhappily aware of, but he'd been incapable of doing anything about it. David secretly longed for the brash buxom tart - in a submissive, panting-dog kind of way. Sometimes when masturbating , he would summon up mental images of chubby Marilyn standing proudly over him in fishnet stockings, push-up bra, a suspender belt and scanty briefs, acting like a teasing dominant - or dressed as a strict Nanny berating him for wetting his nappy while he urgently stroked his stiff clittie. "What are you daydreaming about?" Emma snapped from the doorway, making him jump. "That fat slut Marilyn? Get on with your work." He sometimes imagined Nanny could read his naughty thoughts, which terrified him. Her behaviour towards him had become more lewd and condescending over the months she worked for Mummy. He didn't realise Emma had been working her way through the folders of sissy baby stories Jane had copied from his computer. The more the strict Nanny read, the more she learned of his masochistic desires and disgusting habits - and the harsher became her treatment. David never wanted to bring this particular fantasy to life. Not in the least. Marilyn was one of those people who knew everyone and everything. She knew all the gossip and loved being the source of most office rumours, if not the industry grapevine. Even worse, she did a little drug dealing to supplement her income. When David overheard her organising a deal one day while sitting at her desk, he called her into his office a few minutes later and confronted her. "Relax!" Marilyn told him with a dismissive laugh, reaching inside her carelessly unbuttoned white blouse and rearranging her huge creamy breasts inside a too-small black lace bra. He tried not to look - or at least not look like he was looking. "I was on my mobile, not the company phone," she carelessly reassured him. "Besides, these E's are truly fine! You want some?" David had used ecstasy to spice up his visits to his dominatrix sometimes, and he was shocked enough by the blunt question to blurt out, "Ecstasy? How much?" "Ten quid. Cheaper, if you buy quantity." "Get me twenty-five." "Jesus! Okay - but I'll need at least half the money first. Got it?" He felt his chest puffing out. He'd finally impressed the snotty little bitch. "Sure! I can give you one-fifty on consignment tomorrow - the rest on delivery." "Wow! Okay. I can have them by the end of the week." Marilyn leaned across the desk and poked out her small white hand. "Deal!" She'd been right. The E's had been fantastic! But David regretted shaking Marilyn's hand now. Even though it was two years ago, and he figured she'd probably forgotten the transaction. What if she remembered and told Jake? Or Mummy? Or Nanna? Anyway, the pills were nowhere anyone could find them. Mistress Amanda provided lockers for her clients at her premises. It was expensive - a thousand a year to rent a cupboard space slightly larger than a gym locker - but David kept some of his special baby outfits there, plus the remainder of his bottle of 'pep-pills.' The ecstasy pills had two main desirable effects for David. They lowered his inhibitions, making it easier to indulge in his most way- out fantasies - plus they made him horny, but stopped him from cumming too quickly. A perfect cocktail for his lengthy visits to the B&D brothels. Aunty Amanda would have been furious with him had she known he was storing contraband under her roof, but as she (supposedly) didn't possess a key to the locker, it was David's responsibility if something went wrong. In her office, Jane reached for the ringing phone a few seconds after she'd hung up. "What is it now, Nanny?" she demanded, allowing a hint of impatience to creep into her voice. She was expecting an important call from the States in a few minutes. "It's Nanna, not Nanny," Helen responded with an amused chortle. "Oh! Sorry Mum," Jane apologised. "I'm glad you called. I have a favour to ask." "Ask away, darling!" Jane tapped the end of her pen on the contract she'd been reviewing. "Emma offered to babysit Daphne on Sunday, so she wouldn't lose a day's pay this week. I was wondering.... Would you mind looking after Baby Daphne on Saturday, as well as Thursday? If it's not too much trouble?" She was pleased to hear her mother's indulgent chuckle down the line. "Of course not, darling," Helen cooed. "A long weekend with your handsome new beau sounds like a fine idea! Don't worry about the baby. I can look after her, alright!" "Thanks, Mum! Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. Look, I can't stay and chat. I'm expecting a call any second on the other line. From our American division." "Wait a second! I called you, remember?" "Oh! That's right. Okay, sorry," Jane hurriedly apologised again. "What were you calling for, Mum?" There was a pregnant pause before Helen carefully replied, "I've been reading some of the stories our sissy baby downloaded, and some she's written and posted online. Some of it makes very... informative reading." "I know that, Mum. I've read dozens of the stupid things." Jane let her impatience show. "They're pretty repetitive and kind of boring. So what?" "Have you read any stories from the folder, 'Whiteshadow'? It's the last folder in her documents file." Even though Helen couldn't see her, Jane shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember. I don't think so. Why?" "After you gave me a copy of David's hard drive, I had Fiona give me a program to analyse his reading and writing habits. Which stories he went back to, time and time again. The ones he couldn't stop reading or adding to. Understand? In the 'Whiteshadow' file, there were all these stories on potty-training." Helen made it sound like something significant, but Jane snorted back laughter. "Potty-training?" The beautiful blonde sniggered in disbelief. "I know that's a fantasy of Daphne's, but our little girl is nowhere near ready to start growing up and using the potty." "No, no, Jane!" Helen protested. "You don't understand! Potty-training means something completely different in the kinky world of sissy babies." She paused before cautiously adding, "Something I wouldn't mind exploring with our Daphne." Her daughter brushed aside her protestations. "Mum, if you want to waste your time trying to potty-train her, go ahead! But don't expect me to help! Look, the other phone's ringing. I have to go. Talk to you later. Bye-bye." Jane hung up the phone before picking up the other line, shaking her head and thinking, 'What a crazy morning!' Helen glanced at the letter she'd found in one of David's sub-folders - addressed to 'Aunty Amanda.' It was one of a bunch of letters addressed to various Mistresses. The subject was potty-training, and the letters purported to come from Daphne's Mummy, giving specific directions on how the wicked little girl should be restrained and trained, and the punishments she should receive for failing to perform adequately. Of course all the letters were written by David, and he would have been horrified had he known that Nanna had access to all his dirty little secrets. She'd noticed a website headed with Mistress Amanda's name in David's 'favourites' list, so Helen had logged online and went to the site. The many pictures featured a slim, attractive, mid-thirties woman in a variety of lurid latex B&D outfits, posing mostly alone or with a hooded and/or gagged slave kneeling at her booted feet. There was a list of oddly-titled services provided, but no prices. Helen noted down the phone number and picked up her phone. She put it down twice before working up the courage to punch the numbers. When there was no response after eight rings, Helen was about to hang up when someone answered. "Hello?" a woman's voice asked. It was an attractive, husky, throaty voice - rich with sexual promise. "Oh! Um, hello! Is this-? Is this Amanda? I mean, Mistress Amanda?" "Yes it is." The sultry voice abruptly sounded bored. "What can I do for you." "I- er, I- I want to make an appointment." The boredom vanished in a heartbeat. "For yourself?" "No," Helen replied with an embarrassed chuckle. "No, not for me. A client I believe you've seen many times before. You probably know him as Baby Daphne." "Baby Daphne?" She heard the woman laugh, a rich throaty sound. "Ahh! I remember Baby Daphne! How could I ever forget that dirty little creature! When does she want to visit her Aunty Amanda?" Helen clutched the phone with both hands, hardly believing she was going ahead with this absurd scheme. "Do you have a vacancy on Thursday this week?" If the answer was 'no,' she was going to hang up the phone and forget all about this crazy idea. "Thursday? Let me check. Hmm, no bookings so far. I can slot her in if you like, at ten." "Ten o'clock? Isn't that a little late?" "Ten a.m. Ten o'clock in the morning," Amanda clarified. "I'm very regular, you know?" Helen wiped her forehead and her fingers came away damp with perspiration. "I didn't know. Sorry. Okay, ten a.m. is fine. But there's one more thing. I want to come with the baby." The silence dragged out for so long, Helen muttered, "Hello? Hello?" into the mouthpiece, thinking they'd been cut off. "I'm still here. Hang on a sec. I'm thinking." Helen danced on tenterhooks for another minute until she heard the woman ask, "Do you want to be a spectator - or a participant?" "A- a participant!" Helen blurted before she could change her mind, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth. She added as an afterthought, "I think. Maybe I could be a spectator first, and join in later?" "Okay - but it'll cost you. You know how much the baby usually pays?" "Five hundred for a three-hour session, I believe," Helen reported. She'd watched the recordings of Mummy caning Daphne, and she knew all the gritty details. "Right! But it'll cost triple that if you want to get involved." Even though she was filthy rich, Helen balked at the outrageous surcharge. "What! That's a bit steep! Isn't it?" "Not really," Amanda carelessly replied. "If one of my toilet-slaves brings in his wife for a session, that's usually the last time I see the client. You'll have to make it worth my while." "Why is it so final?" Helen asked, frowning in confusion. The woman's low chuckle was a rich dirty sound. "Once a woman learns how amazing it is to use a submissive this way, they usually take over my duties - and I lose another client. Are you his wife?" "No. His mother-in-law." That caused a fresh outburst of laughter. "That's a new one. Okay. I'd like to meet you, mother-in-law. You sound like fun!" "Call me Helen. The baby calls me Nanna." That caused another round of chuckles. "Can I have your address?" She wrote it down as dictated. "Will you be coming in fetish gear? If so, call me when you turn into my street. I'm the last house at the very end, facing the street, and I'll open the garage door for you. Just drive straight in, and please don't be late." "Thank you very much, Amanda. I look forward to meeting you on Thursday morning at ten. Goodbye." The woman was still laughing when Helen hung up the phone, thinking, 'I have to buy some new clothes!' She returned to Mistress Amanda's website for some inspiration. * * * * Back in the playroom, Emma prodded Daphne to make changes here and there, and add the paragraphs Mummy suggested. Unaware of the forces plotting around him, David kept writing. Eventually the letter was finished. It was a masterpiece of crawling self-abasement. "My Dear Jake, Please forgive the informality. Be assured I think of you most respectfully as Sir at all times, but I wanted it to be clear that it is I, David Baxter - your former boss - writing to you personally to crave forgiveness for my appalling and inadequate behaviour as your supposed superior at AST Systems Ltd, and to thank you for many kindnesses you are currently extending to me. You must have wondered why I appeared so tired on many of our foreign business trips over the last couple of years? The reason was that I spent several nights in the hands of a professional dominatrix - a Mistress/Nanny - being babied, dressed up in toddler frocks, being used and abused and beaten or caned. I always worried that I would smell of faeces or urine when around you, as I always wet and often soiled my nappy the night before. I have sat through many a meeting beside you with a very sore bottom - either from nappy rash or a beating - sometimes both. I know you were often irritated that I always took hold luggage, which delayed our passage through many airports - while you managed with a small carry-on. This was because I needed to carry a full range of disposable diapers, plastic panties, nighties, sweet little dresses and other baby paraphernalia in my two suitcases. My nightmare was that somehow you would one day become aware of the contents and expose my shameful secret - as you are currently doing - to an extent I could never have imagined back then. I think you will agree that a simple letter of apology is not nearly an adequate expression of my remorse. Please be so kind to give me a really hard bare-bottom spanking across your knee on Tuesday evening, in front of my Mummy Jane and Nanny Emma. Please beat me, Sir? The thought of your strong masculine hands slapping my lily-white baby flesh makes me cringe in shame and fear, but I know I richly deserve it. Please make it really hurt! Ignore my cries for mercy. Think to yourself as I scream and beg; how much I deserve to be soundly spanked. I really want to thank you for taking over my role as Jane's sex- partner in her life. I have always been useless as a lover. Not only is my penis really tiny, as you've seen, more often than not I suffered premature ejaculations during foreplay. Regardless, I was always too eager, too quick and completely insensitive - too unimaginative for a wonderful woman like Jane. My mind always filled with submissive baby thoughts whenever I was aroused, and this made it impossible for me to play the manly role for her. I know you are wonderful with her, and night after night I've heard you having fabulous sex with her in what used to be our marriage bed. How I wish, (no longer passionately) to be able to do that with her! But please understand that although natural envy and frustration rage inside me when you noisily take her time and time again, I know this is the only fate a true sissy cuckold like me must endure. To be your cuckold is a very great honour, Sir. Please believe me when I say I love Jane and I still want her, but I know my impotent anger and frustration are wonderful and proper fuels for her sexual happiness. You must enjoy her even more, secure in the knowledge that I'm denied the marital pleasures I yearn for. You know that I have been a secret sissy baby for years - but now my odd lifestyle is being exposed to all and sundry - friends, family and the great world outside. My shame seems complete. Being forced to dress as a diapered toddler is bad enough, but you know I must behave like a silly simpering two-year-old girl all the time. This reinforces my lowly status. I have to appear content to wet and mess my nappies, and suffer the indignity of being changed several times a day. I know Jane expects me to eventually lose what little control I have left - if any. I must act like I'm enjoying myself, proud to wear cute baby clothes appropriate for a toddler girl - which look utterly ridiculous on an adult - even one as tiny and useless as me. I must lisp like a baby when I talk and suck a dummy; the endless drooling routine degrades me and destroys my manhood, and my clittie- cage makes me so dependant on you, Jane - and Nanna. Knowing such behaviour is humiliating and hard to do, I still undertake wholeheartedly to try my utmost to play the baby sissy role even better in future, so you and Jane can derive even more sexual arousal from my sissy baby antics. As a sissy baby, one of my greatest pleasures was to play with my hard clittie when it was safely encased in a soft warm nappy - usually wet - sometimes messy. Shameful babyish thoughts ran through my head in gross profusion, often for hours on end. It was a secret passion, hugely enjoyed, and rarely did I lose control and have a premmie in my nappy. As you know, Jane let me play with myself while I was her baby during the first few months, which made enduring the endless shame almost worthwhile. You have now so rightly stopped that pleasure - absolutely. The new chastity-cage is totally effective. I cannot get hard; I dare not think sexy thoughts. Simply put; it really hurts if I do! You have completely robbed me of my sexuality. The key is literally in your hands. Frustration and pain are my constant companions. I have yet to come to terms with this, but please believe me when I thank you for being so strict with me. I must be a sissy baby cuckold without any sexual pleasure at all. I console myself with the thought that I can now concentrate on being a pure baby girl, completely under your and Jane's control. I'm trying to learn that all my useless clittie can do is provide a flaccid conduit for the never-ending flow of wee-wees into my nappy. I wanted to be a true baby girl. Now I'm a step closer to that reality. True babies don't have sexual feelings. Thank you so much for your gift of the sissy baby bonnets. They make me look so babyish and pathetic. I'm really ashamed that I have to wear them, but at least I can tell everyone that you, Jane's lover, gave them to me - and I must wear them under threat of punishment. Of course, as I write this, the very thought of making such an admission makes me squirm with embarrassment. Please Sir, accept this letter as a humble apology for my hopeless inadequate self. Be assured; I'll do all that I can to humiliate myself in front of you, Jane and anyone else you command me to. I shall try as hard as I can to be the best sissy baby possible, and as my keyholder, you are assured that I derive no sexual pleasure from this. Please also show this letter to Marilyn, as I feel that she should know my true nature and what a pathetic sissy baby she once worked for. I apologise to her unreservedly for all the sneaky lustful glances I used to give her, the disgusting naughty thoughts I entertained about her in her underwear - especially her panties - and the fact that I used to do pathetic sissy spurties in my dirty nappy while fantasising about her. I hope she finds this confession a great laugh. No doubt she will tell all her friends. I cringe at the thought, but she has every right to do so. Please always call me by my sissy name of Baby Daphne in future. Most respectfully yours David Baxter aka Baby Daphne." David felt so miserable sitting at the cramped uncomfortable desk, but he was relieved that at last after several unsuccessful attempts, his letter writing ordeal was over. The contents didn't bear thinking about. He shuddered at the thought of Marilyn reading the humiliating missive, but at least smirking Emma seemed satisfied with his work. Nanny popped the folded letter in the envelope, addressed it to Jake, and stuck on a stamp. She shoved the card inside too, but didn't seal it. She planned on making Daphne show them to the girls in the salon. "Alright. That will do," she grudgingly conceded. "Okay, hop up and come upstairs. We have to get ready to go to the salon." Emma began preparing the downcast baby for their visit to Isabell's, and the humiliating session at the hairdressers she had planned. "Now what do we have to tell Aunty Isabell and the girls at the salon?" Nanny crooned as she led him upstairs. "I'm sure they will all want to know how your weekend went. You have so much to tell them, don't you? I can think of at least five things the girls will want to know. Can you guess what they are?" David was less than enthusiastic but in the safety of the house, he went along with the silly game. There was no way he intended telling Isabell or her gossipy staff what happened to him over the weekend. "Er, I met Jake - who ith Mummith boyfwend," Daphne mumbled. "He uthed to work for me when I wath a man, Nanny." Emma waited for more. "I wear a chathtity-cage now, to thtop me pwaying wif my cwittie." "Yes, and who bought it for you? And who holds the keys?" "Mummy and my Nanna bought it for me, and Nanna and Mummy'th boyfwiend hath the keys." "What else?" "Jake bought me thith wuvverwy bonnet." He patted the flap of the hated pink cotton bonnet on his head. "Who chose your pretty frock for you this morning?" Nanny prompted. "Unca Jake did!" "Yes he did! But you need to say he came into your girly Nursery to choose it for you. While you are at the hairdressers, I want you to be sure to tell Isabell all this, and Gail the receptionist, and whichever junior washes your hair, and the nice ladies who laser you. Is that clear? There are five little snippets of information and at least five people you need to tell. Can you remember that for Nanny? You must try hard, little girl! You can earn twenty points towards an unlock by telling them what you told me, but to make you think carefully - it's twenty carrots or nothing! So you better make sure you rehearse your story time and time again in your head first, as I shall make sure to ask the girls what they heard from you. If they don't remember what you told them, it won't count! Sound really keen and enthusiastic about what you're telling them, and then the girls will be sure to remember. Okay? Good girl." Emma chortled when he nodded his head, whimpering in fear. "I think twenty carrots will earn you enough time for a quickie-cummie. Wouldn't baby like that? Or will you save them up for a real treat later?" She laughed at his crestfallen features and pushed him ahead of her into the Nursery. Before he could say anything he was on the changing table, his frock flipped up and holding the backs of his knees while Nanny slipped on the thin latex gloves. Emma took her sweet time wiping and cleaning his bottom and bits, and he had to fight to stay limp. One little trick Emma had mastered was to slip a suppository into his freshly-oiled anus without her baby realising it. Whenever he was changed at home, Nanny always made a fuss of cleaning his back passage properly and oiling his 'dry' skin. Emma made a habit of slipping a well-oiled gloved finger or two deep inside his puckered sphincter during nappy changes - "to make sure baby's bot-bot is nice and clean, inside and out!" Every now and then she popped in a laxative suppository while she was probing him, and she knew the wriggling sissy usually couldn't tell. Later when his need to void became quite overwhelming and unstoppable, the effect was simply to undermine his fragile adult belief in his ability to control his bowels. Frequently it caused him to dirty himself when he least wanted, often in public. She made him stand up and began the time- consuming task of unbuttoning the back of his pretty green frock. "Go clean your teeth and jump in the shower," Nanny commanded when he was naked. "I want you smelling fresh and clean for Aunty Isabell." He squealed when she slapped his bare buttocks to hurry the child along, and when he returned ten minutes later, his double cloth nappies were already laid out on the change table. Nanny didn't bother using a toddler disposable as a liner. She put one of his white adult diapers over the top of the two cloth nappies, punctured through the crotch to allow excess pee-pee to drain through to the terry nappies The double thickness cloth nappy was pinned over the disposable, followed by his transparent green plastic panties with the floppy lace frills across the seat. While he sat on the edge of the changing table with his thighs pushed wide apart by the bulky nappy, Nanny rubbed baby oil on his hairless arms and legs so they glistened and shined, accentuating his lack of adult hair. She slipped his green frock back over his raised arms and head, tugging it over his slender torso before attacking the many buttons. His pretty bonnet ribbons were freshly tied next, and Emma clipped a clean plastic-backed terry bib around his neck, white with pastel-pink writing. Daphne grabbed the lace-edged bottom and tilted it up so he could read upside-down, 'Poopy-Pants Baby.' Would his shame never end? Nanny smiled at his sour expression and went to the cupboard and pulled out his shiny pink plastic Mac. It had three big heart-shaped buttons down the front, and yellow teddy bears holding up blue umbrellas dotted over it. "It was raining earlier, baby, so you had better wear this while we're out. Put your arm in here. Good girl." The trouble was, the raincoat was quite short as well, so as he toddled along, his plastic panties and the fringe of his dress and petticoats would flash from time to time, in an attractive teasing way. At least it covered his embarrassing bib. "Now go and get Nancy and her changing bag. You have a long session at the salon today, so I expect your dolly will need a nappy change, too. She doesn't have extra-thick nappies like you, my lucky baby girl. And take a couple of your girly magazines, in case you have to wait." Emma always thought the sight of a grown man nursing an infant dolly was ridiculous. In her mind it eliminated any possibility that this was some game. In any event, the quality of Daphne's elaborate baby girl outfit made it impossible to mistake it for one of those cheap party- hire costumes sometimes used as a boy's-night-out prank. \To be continued in chapter 16. Please leave a review here if you're enjoying this sissy-baby story. I need your feedback! Hugs from Baby Jennie