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Dear Sissymissy, Sissy Jeannie and sissy baby Tammy, thank you for those lovely reviews. Thanks girls! One of the reasons I write erotic sissy-baby fiction is to help naughty little sissies like you girls to make sissy squirties in their nappies. I'm pleased to hear I was successful! I hope the next chapter helps you all make even more messes! And the 'potty-training' session is coming soon. I promise! And Anon - one of the joys of being an author is to give hints of what might happen, but to also keep the reader involved in the (gradual) character development. You'll have to wait a few more chapters for the public 'outing' of Daphne. Sorry. Baby Jennie Chapter 17. Permanent Solutions. David's reverie was broken by the sound of approaching high-heeled footsteps. Eve the redheaded beautician walked over on her click- clacking heels, her pale cheeks pink with rouge and her pretty painted mouth stretched wide in a welcoming smile. "Hello Baby Daphne!" She held out her small white hand for his. "Come on, baby girl. We're going to get rid of any yucky fur remaining on your legs and diaper area. Come with Aunty Eve." Daphne clutched the dainty girl's hand and waddled after her through the salon, preoccupied with clenching her buttocks, barely aware of the multitude of grinning faces turning her way. A few mobile phones were discretely held up too, recording the moment for posterity - well, for the internet. When Daphne waddled past the reception desk, she didn't notice Gail opening the manila envelope and tipping the contents onto her appointment book. The busty Jamaican opened the pink card after looking at the cartoon on the front, and grinned at the humiliating self- portrait in crayon. She giggled at the captions and read the contents, then unfolded the two page letter. As she began to read, she covered her gaping mouth with one hand, her huge brown eyes wide in disbelief as she began to helplessly giggle. Anna was waiting for Baby Daphne in the narrow room, her dusky features creased in a welcoming smile. The girls allowed the sissy to keep on her cute green frock, as it was short enough not to get in their way today. They laughed at the message on Daphne's humiliating bib, but left it on too, to catch the constant dribbles from around her ever- present dum-dums. They removed her black patent Maryjanes and frilly socks, then helped her climb up on the table. Daphne had to put the black mask over her eyes and the girls examined her legs closely, using magnifying glasses. "There's hardly any re-growth," Anna commented, sounding pleased. David could tell their voices apart now, after all these months. While they inspected his limbs, he haltingly broached the subject of his humiliating Sunday at Nanna's and the new changes in his life. He felt soft fingers stroking his smooth skin near his shin. "There's a bit of stubble here, and a tiny patch there. Do those, check the rest of her legs, then get her to roll over," Eve recommended. Baby Daphne started telling the girls about his day at Nanna's and meeting Mummy's new boyfriend, and they burst into laughter with every fresh revelation, making mocking side-comments to each other. They had to stop work to cackle and snort in amusement when he told them about his clittie-cage. Even with the delays, it only took ten minutes to do the front, then they made him roll over to do the backs of his legs. Ten minutes later David was on his back again and Eve ordered, "Lift that bot-bot." She pulled down his crackling baby panties, leaving them around his ankles, and unpinned his damp cloth nappies. "What a wet baby girl! Lift that bottom. You're wet through," Eve murmured in amazement, rolling up the damp cloth nappies and stuffing them into a plastic shopping bag. She patted the sodden yellow crotch of his disposable and noted, "I think we'll need to put a fresh disposable underneath you, baby. This diaper is soaked!" They ripped open the tapes and lowered the heavy front, and David heard their collective gasp of astonishment. Eve giggled and Anna snorted back laughter before squealing, "So that's what a clittie-cage looks like!" He was so glad he couldn't see their faces. He had to lift his bum while they slid his saturated disposable from under him and replaced it with a fresh one from his diaper bag. Blind and helpless, Baby Daphne felt her limp clittie being manhandled, turned this way and that as the bemused girls inspected her shiny new chastity restraint. David fought the natural urge to get excited, repressing his normal inclinations in an effort to avoid the consequent pain. He heard the door to the treatment room open and whimpered in fear, thinking everyone outside would be able to see him naked and exposed on the table. But one of the young women had merely opened the door to quietly summon their boss, as requested. Isabell wanted to see for herself how Jane had chastised her sissy baby. He heard high-heeled footsteps approach, the door closed, and then Isabell's familiar cackle of laughter right next to the table. "Holy shit! So that's what Jane calls a clittie-cage! How adorable!" Like the girls, Isabell couldn't seem to keep her hands off David's tiny tool. She turned him this way and that, examining his restraints as she made disparaging comments about his lack of manhood, and once more he had to fight to avoid becoming aroused. The biting pain helped. "Can you laser her groin while she's wearing this thing?" Isabell asked her staff. "Nope," Eve replied. "But it doesn't really matter this week. She hasn't got much hair left around there now, anyway. See for yourself." There was more pulling and tugging, and Baby Daphne started singing Nursery rhymes in her head. 'Ring-a ring-a rosy, a pocket full of posy. Atishoo, atishoo, all fall down.' "Excellent job, girls," Isabell complimented her staff. "Her tummy and crotch are as smooth as a baby's bottom. But there's a couple of hairs I can see between her legs, and you'd better check her back door before you pin her nappy back on." "Yes Ma'am," Eve and Anna chorused. They zapped David's buttocks a couple of times and made him stretch his cheeks wide to make sure every millimetre of his wrinkled pink freckle was baby-smooth, but he was used to these indignities by now. The only thing that worried him - his lower gut wouldn't stop gurgling and growling. "Let's tape this diaper on you right away, Baby Daphne," Eve insisted when she heard the warning rumbles from his tummy. "I don't trust you." He was never more grateful to be taped into a clean disposable, and although still blindfolded, he assisted every way he could when they pinned the cloth nappies over the top and pulled up his baby panties. When they led Daphne outside - still barefoot - blinking blindly in the bright salon lights, she was freshly diapered and hairless from the waist down - forever. Eve escorted the shuffling baby to another chair just outside. It was heavily padded and tilted back, with an adjustable footrest. "Sit there sweetie. Kirsty and I are going to give you a manicure and pedicure, paint your nails and fix your eyelashes. But first - let me rub this cream on your lips. Spit out your dum-dums, baby." Eve rubbed a greasy clear ointment all over his lips and wiped her finger clean with a moist baby wipe. "Don't lick your lips," she warned him. He watched in quiet disbelief as Eve and an attractive bubbly sixteen-year-old apprentice manicured his finger and toenails, then painted them a pretty pastel-pink shade. His lips started to tingle and go numb, and if he hadn't been commanded to keep his hands still, he would have rubbed his itchy mouth. While the first coat was drying on his nails. Eve wheeled over a tray on a stand and leaned over his face, asking, "How do your lips feel?" "Numb. I can't feel them," Daphne mumbled. "Good. Open your eyes. Wider, Now blink slowly. Slower. Okay," the pretty redhead smiled. "Keep your eyes open for about twenty seconds. Don't blink until I tell you." She approached his eye holding a pair of tweezers, and he had to resist the natural urge to blink. Eve pressed something against a single eyelash, cooing, "Keep still. Keep still. Okay! You can blink now. Good. Okay, eyes open for twenty seconds again." Eve repeated the process about forty times on each eye, top and bottom lids, and meanwhile Kirsty applied a second coat to his nails when the first was sufficiently dry. "Keep your hands still, and don't move your feet," the cute brunette warned him before moving off to attend to her next client. Daphne blinked slowly, her new long eyelashes fluttering distractingly in her field of view. Eve picked up a metal device that looked like a space gun, and leaned over his face again. It had an electric cord coming out the handle, trailing to the floor. "Open your mouth a bit," she commanded. "Too much. Like this." The pretty redhead shaped her pink painted lips into the required position, nodding in approval when Daphne successfully mimicked her. "That's better. Now stay like that." She leaned closer and pressed the tip of the gun against his top lip, then pushed a button and made it hum. The skinny redhead slowly traced the outside edge of his upper lip, from corner to corner, then did the same with the bottom lip. Then she returned to the top lip and ran the buzzing tip all over. Eve leaned back and inspected his lips with a pleased smile, then covered them with a tissue. "Just a few more minutes while I finish the bottom lip, and then you're done," she informed Daphne. By the time Eve tilted the padded chair upright and helped him stand, his nails were mostly dry. She peeled the blood-smeared tissues from David's scored lips and disposed of them before he could see them. She checked the bleeding had stopped and smeared a layer of the anaesthetic gel all over the inside of his pacifier guard, but he could barely feel it when Eve pressed the rubber teat to his puffy lips. He sucked on the soothing substitute nipple automatically, drawing it deep into his mouth so the greasy guard massaged his swollen lips top and bottom. Eve escorted him back to the waiting area, helped him onto a seat and crooned. "You wait right there, Baby Daphne. Don't touch your face, and don't smudge your pretty nails. Okay? Gail can keep an eye on you until we're ready to perm your hair." Daphne delicately placed her little hands on her hairless bare knees, slender fingers spread wide so they wouldn't accidentally brush against each other, avoiding the bemused glances of the many women surrounding her. David couldn't believe how dainty and feminine his hands looked with pretty painted pink nails, and he stuck out his bare feet and admired his shiny pink toenails, too. He glanced up at the busty black receptionist and realised she was staring at him, her wide brown eyes radiating contempt and her full red lips pulled back in a sneer. He rapidly blinked a few times, his long lashes fluttering attractively, and sucked harder on his dum-dums, dribbling even more than usual because his lips were numb. Daphne ducked away from Gail's disdainful glare and examined her pretty fingernails again. She couldn't touch anything - her nails might still be a little wet - so she sat there with her hands on her knees, sucking rhythmically and daydreaming about that eventful Saturday at Mummy's with PJ Prettybuttons and her Mama. After the women had straightened their clothes, splashed cold water on their faces and touched up their make-up, they escorted their sissies into the kitchen. Daphne had to sit on the cold tiled floor while PJ's Mama buckled her little one in the pink steel highchair. Mummy loaned her one of Daphne's white terry bibs, and Daphne thought the cute sissy looked really pretty with his face framed by a sweet ring of Broderie- Anglaise lace. The pink silk lettering declared to the world, 'I'm A Diapered Sissy Baby !' - which for once, wasn't true. PJ obviously didn't enjoy the two jars of savoury toddler pap his Mama spoon-fed him for lunch, although with her vocal encouragement, he manfully swallowed every mouthful without spilling a drop. Baby Daphne wasn't anywhere near as successful. When it was her turn in the highchair, Mummy clipped a fresh bib around her neck which proudly announced, 'Wet and Messy Baby Girl.' Even though Mummy played all the usual games - train in the tunnel, plane in the hangar - Daphne's face and bib were splattered with beige paste and the highchair tray was a crime scene by the time her plastic Barbie bowl was scraped clean. Pam seemed to think it was a riot, but PJ watched the humiliating feeding ritual with a more sympathetic eye. As Jane scrubbed clean her baby's grubby cheeks and chin with a warm soapy washer, she turned to her guests sitting at the kitchen bench and suggested to Pam, "Why don't we take the girls outside in the back yard for some fresh air? Then we can sit in the sun and eat our lunch, and we can have a little chat while Baby Daphne has her bottle and PJ her sippy-cup." Jane wiped up the drops of food stuck to the tray top and tossed the washcloth in the sink before unlocking the plastic tray and lifting it to the right. Pam stepped behind the highchair and unclipped the waist strap, feeding it through the metal loop behind the seat so Jane could free her baby from the restraints. "I can't believe how simple that is - or how effective," Pam commented in admiration, holding up the pink webbing strap. Jane smiled and nodded as she helped her baby girl climb down. "I know. She can't get out of her highchair once she's strapped in - just like any normal toddler." "Ingenious!" Pam patted the raised tray and glanced at PJ sitting nearby. "I might have to buy one of these for my little girl." The satin-clad sissy blushed and smiled nervously. "I'll show you the website after we put the girls down for their naps," Jane offered. "Here, baby." Mummy handed Baby Daphne a sloshing big baby bottle of warm milk and led her toddling out the back door by her free hand. Pam followed close behind holding PJ's hand, his other clutching a full pink sippy-cup to his bra-covered breast. "Oh my God!" Pam trilled, when she sighted the big playpen sitting on the tiled patio outside the kitchen window. "Look at that, PJ!" The pen looked like timber but was actually made of embossed wood-coloured steel. The thumb-thick bars were spaced far enough apart to allow the occupant to poke her arm through to the elbow - but nothing else. It stood five feet high, with a double railing - the top one apparently covered in a 'teething ring' - a tube of slippery white plastic material. The loose tube enclosed the round steel bar inside and if the occupant tried to grab it for support to climb out, it would twirl uselessly in their hands. The adult-sized playpen was two metres by two and a half metres, (six foot by eight) with a padded, waterproof pink vinyl floor decorated with skipping Nursery-rhyme characters. Jane crouched down to unlock the low gate, and as she stood she raised the hinged gate in invitation. The opening was only eighteen inches high and the same wide - just enough space for a small adult to crawl inside. Baby Daphne had spent many hours in the playpen playing with her dollies and toys, and she dropped onto all fours and crawled inside the narrow opening without being ordered, carefully keeping her bottle upright to avoid spillages. "In you hop, little girl," Pam cooed to her worried looking sissy, who likewise submissively dropped onto his hands and knees and crawled under the raised gate. His broader shoulders got stuck for a moment until he twisted his body slightly sideways. Jane gave his bobbing satin-covered seat an encouraging wallop to hurry him along, and when PJ lunged forward and squealed in pain, she realised she was used to smacking her diapered baby's well-padded bottom. Jane glanced uncertainly at her guest's face but Pam merely smiled when her sissy swiftly twirled around and sat on his injured pride, poking out his bottom lip in sulky reproval beneath the bobbing guard of his dum-dums. Jane lowered the gate and the locking bolt automatically shot home, sealing their children in their kiddie-prison. She showed Pam how the bars were set closer either side of the gate, to prevent naughty fingers being able to reach the release button - which required pressing a catch with the fingers of one hand while the other slid open the bolt. "Even if one of them could reach it with one hand, they can't loosen the bolt without pressing those bits closed at the same time. See?" "Fantastic!" Pam commented, her tone full of admiration. "It must have cost a bomb, though." "It did," Jane admitted as she stood and turned away, leading the way back to the house. "But what price can you put on security?" She glanced back at the sissies sitting in the playpen spitting out their dummies, facing each other and raising their respective drinking vessels to suck. "When my little girl is safely locked in her playpen, I know she's not going anywhere!" When the women disappeared inside the house, PJ let the sipping spout fall from his lips. He swallowed a mouthful of warm milk, smiling tenderly at his new friend. "Thank you, Baby Daphne," PJ whispered in that soft sweet voice - halfway between masculine and feminine, in tones oh-so dulcet. "Thank you for - for what you did inside. You know?" He tilted his bonneted head towards the downstairs bathroom. "Don't mention it," Daphne whispered in reply, a warm flush of embarrassment colouring her high round cheeks. She stuck the clear silicon teat back between her lips and resumed sucking, looking everywhere except at the grateful sissy's face. "No, really!" PJ gushed, "It was wonderful!" Daphne plucked out the teat, ignoring the spray of milk over her chin. "I'm not gay!" she spluttered defensively, before resuming suckling. "Me neither," rejoined PJ with a self-deprecating smile and a dismissive shrug. "That was the first time any guy - except a doctor - has ever touched my junk. But no one - no girl - has ever given me a blow-job like that! It was fabulous!" He smiled so winningly that Daphne was forced to smile in return, then she giggled. That set PJ to giggling, and when the mothers emerged carrying sandwiches on plates and glasses of white wine, the sissies were rolling on the padded vinyl floor in fits of hysterics. "It's good to see our girls getting along so well," Pam observed with a pleased smile. "Isn't it just," Jane rejoined, leading her guest down the sandstone garden path to the lounge chairs set out on the lawn. 'Now that we've set everything up for later, we can sit down and relax and enjoy our lunches." The white plastic outdoor furniture was about ten metres from the playpen, facing the giggling little girls, and the women set their glasses and plates on small side tables affixed to the recliner lounges. The position allowed the mothers to observe their sissies in the playpen, yet converse freely without the little ones being able to eavesdrop. Jane explained the ways she liked to punish Baby Daphne, telling Pam her little one already had a spanking coming. Pam eagerly accepted her offer to watch the proceedings. After Pam swallowed a mouthful of delicious chicken and salad sandwich, she asked, "Would you like my PJ to watch, too?" "Of course!" Jane replied, taking a sip of crisp chablis to rinse her mouth before adding, "I'm sure watching my sissy take her punishment will provide a salutary lesson for your sissy - and let her know what she could be in for, if you decide to let me babysit her one weekend in the future." "I agree." In the playpen, Daphne was sitting with her back to the watching women. PJ sat directly in front of her with his legs crossed, his white patent Maryjanes tucked under opposite knees, a profusion of white frilly lace either side of his pink satin-clad crotch. Daphne sat with her legs splayed helplessly wide, due to the wad of bulky cloth between her thighs, her frothy white petticoats poking out everywhere under her cute little lavender frock. PJ glanced over the sitting baby's shoulder and wriggled his bottom closer, making sure the right side of his body was mostly concealed behind the smaller, skinnier diapered child. PJ reached out and flipped up her frothy petties in swishing confusion, then reached under the billowing layers of chiffon to hesitantly pat his new friend's padded crotch. "Ooo!" he whispered, "Your panties feel warm!" He ran his palm over the slippery nylon-covered plastic, feeling for the warmest spot - and thrilling the diapered sissy in the process. "Do you like wearing nappies all the time?" PJ asked between slurps on the sipping spout, using his palm to press the warm wad of cloth and gel padding more firmly against the sissy's damp groin. Daphne shrugged her shoulders and mumbled around the dripping teat, "I gueth tho. I mean, I uthed to fantathithe about it all the time - but in weal wife?" She sucked and swallowed a few times before adding, "Thometimeth it'th a pain in the butt - but mothtly - I need them!" She unconsciously began rocking her hips, surreptitiously thrusting her padded crotch against the firm hand pressing against her excited groin. "What do you mean? You need them?" PJ softly inquired, locating the sissy baby's trapped stiffie with difficulty and wrapping his fingers around the little bulge - as much as her wet nappies and rustling rumba panties permitted, anyway. He began to rhythmically squeeze and rub Daphne's clittie, and he looked pleased when the pretty little baby girl let out a muffled whimper of arousal. "Really?" Daphne smiled tremulously and nodded, then raised the base of the bottle high and tilted back her head to suck out the last few drops. That didn't stop her rocking and rolling her diapered loins a little faster, pressing harder against the sweet hand that lovingly caressed her throbbing clittie. When she plucked the teat from her lips, air was noisily sucked back in. She likewise gulped in a lungful of air and spluttered, "I weally need my nappieth. I can't contwol my wee-weeth any more, And- and I fink I'm lothing contwol of my poo-pooth - my bowelth, too." She blushed prettily as she placed her empty bottle on the padded floor beside her. PJ asked, "How long have you been diapered full-time?" "Month'th!" Daphne whimpered, wiping her grubby chin with a dry corner of her bib. She gave a hearty belch and belatedly covered her mouth with both hands. "Oopth! Thowwy! Exthcuthe me!" PJ burped loudly too and they both giggled. When the women finished their lunches - and their conversation - they took their plates and glasses to the kitchen, then returned to the playpen. The overgrown toddlers looked up innocently at their mummies, their dummies busily bobbing in the mouths as they noisily sucked. Jane stood next to the barred railing and she was tall enough in her towering heels to easily poke her right arm over the top, all the way to her armpit. The sissies tried not to stare as her massive breasts were thrust between the bars, compressing the soft flesh and making them bulge oddly - yet attractively. "Pass me your empty bottle, baby, and PJ's sippy-cup, too," Jane commanded. "Good girl." She turned and handed everything to Pam, saying, "Watch this." She crouched in front of the low gate, careless of the view she was giving the occupants up her short suede miniskirt. Jane grabbed the release mechanism with her left hand. "You squeeze together these two bits here," she instructed, using her thumb and index finger, "then you can slide open the bolt with your other hand. Simple." She raised the barred gate high as she stood, waving to the enclosed sissies and singing, "Come on, girls! Out you crawl!" Pam helped her sissy stand and after Jane clutched Baby Daphne's hand, the women led their charges inside the house, through the kitchen and into the living room. Jane sat on one of the grey sofas and guided Daphne to stand between her knees. Her tiny suede mini rode up and the anxious big baby couldn't help sneaking a peek between Mummy's spread thighs, catching a glimpse of her bright red panties. The diapered sissy's knees began to knock when he spied the paddle lying beside Mummy, next to a fresh disposable diaper. "Hold up your frock for Mummy," she ordered. When Daphne obeyed, Jane pulled down his purple rumba panties to his ankles and unpinned his cloth nappy. It was damp around the crotch edges, yellowed with urine, but otherwise mostly dry. His disposable on the other hand hung heavily from the tapes over his hips, yellow and sodden. "What a wet diaper!" Pam exclaimed, standing on Daphne's left and holding PJ's hand. She drew her sissy close beside her so they could both see. "Yes, my baby girl is a heavy wetter," Jane agreed with an exaggerated sigh of long-suffering, gently patting the warm swollen front before ripping open the tapes. She let the heavy disposable fall between Daphne's legs, and it came to rest on top of the cloth nappy and bunched rumba panties. Daphne shivered in shame when her tiny clittie was revealed to their guests, still semi-stiff after the attention PJ had been giving her in the playpen. "Hold your frock and petties up out of the way for Mummy," Jane commanded. She grabbed him by the hips and steered him shuffling to her right side, then released him to spread the clean disposable over her shapely thighs. "Alright, Baby Daphne. Assume the position." With a whimper of acceptance Baby Daphne let herself be guided face-down over Mummy's lap, her bare bottom perched high and her pigtails brushing the carpet. The plastic-lined panties trapped around her ankles kept her feet from thrashing about too much, and she let the backs of her knuckles rest on the floor. Jane picked up the paddle and stretched her right arm, asking, "Why are we being punished, Baby Daphne?" Daphne spat out her dum-dums before replying. "For- for dithobeying Mummy," she snivelled, tears already welling in her eyes. "That's right!" Jane brightly agreed. "Mummy asked you to answer the front door when our guests arrived, but you disobeyed her." "I'm thowwy Mummy - WHACK! - Ow!" "Naughty baby!" WHACK! "Oww! Oh! I- I'm thowwy Mum- WHACK! Owie!" "Bad baby girl!" WHACK! "OWW! Wah!" "Baby girls must do - WHACK! - as - WHACK! - Mummy - WHACK! - tells them!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Waah! Waaah! Waaah !" Baby Daphne sobbed her heart out, her crimson bottom cheeks bouncing violently with every savage blow. Despite the blazing pain she was relieved when it appeared Mummy had finished after only ten strokes of the paddle. Jane grabbed her shoulders and helped her contrite little girl slide sideways off her lap and onto her knees. Daphne knelt there crying and rubbing her battered bumcheeks with both palms, while Mummy took the disposable from her lap and held it up to show their guests the fresh yellow patch. Her arched eyebrows climbed her forehead when she spotted what PJ was doing. Pam's smile froze when her lively brown eyes followed Jane's line of sight to her sissy's crotch. PJ had become so aroused watching the sadomasochistic display in front of them, he couldn't resist sliding his free left hand over the front of his shiny pink satin shorts, fondling his obvious hard-on through his slinky clothing. "PJ! Stop that!" Pam snapped, releasing his right hand to reach back and wallop his bottom. "Naughty girl!" The pretty sissy squealed in shock/pain and his hands whipped behind him to rub the injured spot. Daphne could clearly see the outline of PJ's big stiffie through the tight satin shorts, the swollen head poking up towards his belly button. Jane stood and turned to her kneeling sissy, holding out her hands. "On your feet, baby girl," Mummy ordered, and she took Daphne's trembling hands and helped her to shakily stand. Jane sniffed in disapproval at PJ as she steered her snivelling sissy to the end of the coffee table, the big baby taking tiny awkward steps due to the infantile underwear trapped around her ankles. Mummy guided Daphne backwards until the backs of her knees struck the end of the narrow wooden table. "Oh no, Mummy! Pweathe no, Mummy?" Daphne wailed as Jane forced her to sit, then lie back on the hard top. "Shh, baby! Mummy hasn't finished punishing you yet," Jane informed the frightened child with a wolfish smile. "Bend your knees and lift those footsies!" Daphne snivelled in shame and bent her knees back to her chest and spread her thighs wide, exposing her shrivelled damp bits and pieces to the world. "I might have to borrow that paddle when you're done, to teach my little girl a lesson, too," Pam commented archly. "Certainly!" Jane replied with obvious enthusiasm. "A good hard paddling always helps teach sissies their proper place." She peeled off Baby Daphne's rumba panties without removing her white patent Maryjanes, and wrapped the swollen disposable in the cloth nappy before tossing it aside. "Leggies right up!" she instructed the sniffling sissy. Daphne obeyed, acutely aware that her limp little clittie was dangling between her legs for everyone to see. Jane tucked the paddle under one armpit and wriggled her tight brown skirt higher over her broad womanly bottom as she straddled the narrow table, standing over her supine sissy's upturned face. "A girlfriend showed me this technique a month or so ago, and it's become one of my favourites," Jane informed Pam. Daphne was staring up between Mummy's splayed thighs, right between her legs, and she was wearing the tiniest red G-string panty the sissy had ever seen. The crotch piece was like a piece of lace-edged red twine, and despite the tears clouding her vision, Daphne could see Mummy's swollen labia almost engulfed the narrow strip of lingerie. It disappeared completely where it passed between her creamy round buttocks, and although the sight would have normally been arousing, all the sissy baby could think of was the pain searing her buttocks - and the punishment yet to come. Baby Daphne squeaked in alarm when Mummy's beautiful curvy bottom dropped on top of her face, her snub nose helplessly burrowing between those smooth fleshy globes. She couldn't resist inhaling deeply, filling her nostrils with the scent of Mummy's sweet bottom and her juicy vagina. Jane placed the paddle against her tummy for a moment and snatched the wriggling sissy's feet, and she tucked each ankle under her armpits, trapping them in place and making sure the baby's crimson cheeks were perfectly presented for further punishment. She rocked her bottom on the sissy' face, making herself comfortable as she took up the paddle once more. WHACK! The sissy's scream of anguish was barely audible, but the jerking reaction was certainly worthwhile. "Lick Mummy!" Jane loudly commanded. WHACK! "Ahhh!" WHACK! WHACK! "Don't stop! Or Mummy will hit you harder!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oh yes! Mmm! Yeah baby!" WHACK! WHACK! "Oh! Ohh! Ooo!" WHACK! WHACK! Even though she'd ordered him to stop caressing himself, Pam replaced her sissy's hand with her own as they watched the erotic display of corporal punishment. Pam continued rubbing his tenting hard-on through his pink satin shorts and satin bloomers. PJ whimpered in arousal as his Mama fondled his stiff clittie. Pam's other hand reached behind him to stroke his satin-clad derriere, pressing her fingertips into the slinky layers bunched between his cheeks and rudely fingering his bumcrack. After Jane's orgasmic cries and frenzied pelvic gyrations slowed to a halt, she gazed up at her entranced audience with a self- satisfied smile, her wide blue eyes failing to focus for a few seconds. "Whew!" Jane gasped, tossing the paddle on the lounge to her right and relaxing her whole weight on her sissy's face for a few seconds. Her slowly blinking eyes came back into focus and her smile grew wider when she saw what Pam was doing to her wide-eyed sissy. "Wow! That was fabulous!" Jane panted as she stood and shakily dismounted. Baby Daphne's legs dropped until her trembling shod feet came to rest on the carpet, and despite the pain and humiliation, her little clittie had thickened and swollen to half-mast. The gasping sissy's lips and chin were shiny with Mummy's juices, her cheeks wet with her own tears. Pam politely asked, "May I try?" Jane happily indicated the raven- haired beauty should take her place, but Pam shook her head. "I prefer to use my own sissy." She took Daphne's hands and helped her to her feet, easing the staggering child to stand to one side. The weeping sissy baby shivered all over as she urgently rubbed her blazing bottom, desperately trying to ease the burning pain. Pam looked at PJ and waved him towards the coffee table, and with a moue of fear, the bonneted sissy backed up towards the indicated end. Pam stopped him with an upheld palm and reached around his slender waist to unfasten the catch in the waistband of his shorts and lower the rear zip. She tugged down the shiny pink shorts and PJ's white satin bloomers too, although the tight elastic waistband caught on the protruding head of his hard-on for a few seconds. When his shorts and bloomers were puddled around his ankles, Pam ordered him to step out of them. Daphne couldn't stop staring at PJ's massive erection where it bobbed about in front of his tummy. It was at least six inches long, and so thick! "Sit down and lie back, honey- bunny." Pam waved in indication and PJ tentatively lay back, the soles of his Maryjane sandals resting on the floor. The submissive supine position only made his erection stand out more prominently, and Daphne knuckled away the remaining tears from her eyes so she could see more clearly. Pam turned to her handbag lying on the other sofa and took out a thin white latex glove. When her fingers were inserted all the way in in the glove, she dived into her handbag once more and produced a small plastic tub of Vaseline. "Lift your legs, PJ, and grab hold of your knees. Good girl. Now stay like that." PJ's bottom was white and baby-smooth, yet too slender and muscular to be considered feminine. Baby Daphne's plucked eyebrows soared up her forehead when Pam stuck the tip of her gloved index finger into the tub of Vaseline, scooping out a blob of greasy lubricant. Mummy sat on the lounge in front of the supine sissy to watch, an expectant smile on her beautiful face. Pam stepped over to the end of the coffee table, standing between her sissy's spread feet and tossing Jane a shark-like smile. "Open up, honey." Pam ordered. She pressed a wad of lubricant against PJ's puckered opening with the tip of her gloved finger, and it soon dilated at the familiar pressure. "Open up, honey-bunny. Be a good little girl and open wide for Mummy. Ahh!" The submissive sissy closed his eyes and whimpered as his Mama slowly penetrated him, her swirling greasy finger delving deeper and deeper, until it was buried to the last knuckle. Even though he screwed up his face, his bouncing erection only seemed to get bigger. "Good girl," Pam purred, sliding her gloved digit in and out as she twirled it around. "I can't feel any poo." PJ's excited whimpers could easily be heard between his noisy slurps on his dum-dums. "Ooo! Does my little girl like that?" Pam teased him with a cheeky grin. She slowly withdrew and when her slippery finger slid all the way out, she teased him open again with the tips of two fingers this time. "Open wide for Mama, little girl," Pam sang. "Open right up!" PJ's moans grew louder when his Mama penetrated him with two gloved fingers, and when she relentlessly slid them all the way home, the excited sissy responded by pulling his legs back further, spreading his knees wider so she could finger him like a horny schoolgirl slut. "Ooo! I can see my little girl really likes that!" Pam observed with a teasing smile. She plucked out her fingers and inspected the ends of her gloved digits, but from where Baby Daphne stood, they didn't look dirty. Obviously his Mama agreed. "Good girl!" Pam praised him in syrupy toddler tones. "Mama told you to do a big poo on the potty this morning, and you seem to have got everything out. But just in case... Jane, could you hand me the diaper you used to protect your lap?" "Certainly!" Jane had rolled up the damp disposable diaper and placed it on the floor near her feet, and she reached down and handed it to her new friend. "Thanks." Pam unrolled the plastic-backed diaper and commanded PJ, "Lift that bot-bot for Mama." She slid the slightly-damp disposable under her sissy's raised rear, then ordered, "Down." PJ pulled a face when his bum came to rest on the cool wet patch, but he was distracted when his Mama reached into her handbag one last time to produce a latex butt-plug. Daphne's eyes went wide at the sight. The flesh-coloured plug was about five inches long - longer than Baby Daphne's erect clittie - but about twice as thick at the widest point, two inches from the tip. Then it narrowed into a slender bottle neck, about the circumference of Baby Daphne's thumb, with a flat round base about two inches in diameter. "Are you ready, little girl?" Pam sweetly inquired. "Are you ready to open up all the way like a good girl for Mama?" "Oh Mama! Yes Mama!" PJ whispered, "Please- please be gentle, Mama?" "Aren't I always?" she cooed. Pam used the fingers of her left hand to spread wide his shivering buttocks, and when she had stretched smooth every wrinkle of his puckered anus, she pressed the rounded tip of the plug against his lubricated hole. "Open up for Mama, honey-bunny. Show your Aunty Jane and Baby Daphne how much you want to be a real girl." As she crooned to him in encouragement, she slowly but surely buried the tip of the butt- plug inside his twitching back door. Daphne kept both hands on her bottom, rubbing away the pain - plus it kept her naughty paws away from her stiff clittie. She couldn't understand why it excited her so much to see her new friend PJ being treated like a real girl. Daphne's eyes widened and she sucked harder on her dum-dums when the supine sissy moaned in acceptance, his violated sphincter readily dilating to receive the fat rubber intruder. "That's it, honey-bunny. Open up nice and wide for me. Good girl!" Pam could feel him relaxing open and she took advantage, pushing the tool all the way inside him, till his ravaged anal sphincter clamped tight around the narrower bottle neck. The flat pink base came to rest against his bumcrack, and his twitching buttocks almost seemed to be trying to suck it deeper. "That's it, honey. Keep it deep inside. See? You do like it!" Pam pressed her left palm over the base of the plug, holding it in place lest he should try to reject her latex offering, while her other fingers curled around his bobbing erection. She briefly caressed his pounding tool and he groaned in frustration around his dum-dums when she released him. "You keep that up there," Pam warned him as she peeled off the glove and tossed it aside. She gave him a swift hard smack across the base of the plug, her open palm managing to strike both quivering buttocks and simultaneously driving home the sex toy. She smiled in satisfaction at her sissy's indignant squeal. Pam tugged her brief denim skirt high around her slender waist, exposing her lacy red nylon underwear. "Spit out your dummy, PJ." She reached between her muscular thighs with both hands and there were some tiny popping sounds as she unfastened the snaps of her bodysuit. The elastic crotch pieces slid up out of sight under her raised blue skirt and when she moved her hands aside, it looked like she was naked below the waist. The sight of her childishly- hairless slit only made Daphne more excited. The buxom thirty-something straddled the coffee table facing her sissy's feet, and lowered her moist opening over PJ's face. She wriggled from side to side and rocked her hips back and forth for a few moments, making herself comfortable, then commanded, "Lift your feet higher and bend your knees back for Mama, honey." Like Jane, she tucked PJ's feet under her armpits, clamping his forelegs against her torso with her upper arms. His trembling pale buttocks looked so white compared to his tanned legs and the pink latex base buried in his bumcrack. When Pam turned to look for the paddle, Jane was already holding it out handle-first. "Thanks." Jane nodded and collapsed back on the lounge, letting her shapely thighs flop daringly wide and trailing her fingers under the hem of her tiny leather mini. Pam gripped the leather-wrapped handle and stretched and flexed her right arm, ordering, " Lick Mama, little girl. And you'd better do a good job - because Mama is going to paddle your bottom until you make her cum!" She sighed in pleasure as he began urgently licking her pulsating opening, and she rocked her wide womanly hips backwards slightly to grant him greater access to her garden of heavenly delights. Daphne noticed the butt-plug was starting to slide out of PJ's bottom, oozing slowly out like a reluctantly emerging turd. Pam reached between her sissy's legs with her free left hand and with the tips of two fingers resting on the base, she slowly but relentlessly pushed it all the way back inside him again, warning him; "Don't you dare spit that out!" WHACK! Daphne heard the trapped sissy squeal when the paddle landed, driving the plug home and striking both cheeks, but the sound was almost completely smothered by his Mama's big round bottom. The standing big baby barely noticed his Mummy was frantically masturbating as she watched Pam violating and beating her sissy, despite the quiet grunting sounds she was making. Daphne's wide blue eyes were glued to the erotic scene being played out on the coffee table. "Put your tongue inside me," Pam breathlessly commanded. "Mmm, that's better! All the way inside me, little girl. Ahhh!" As her sissy focused on his task, the butt-plug started to ooze out again. Pam aimed for the round flat base, a perfectly presented target. WHACK! "Ahh! Mmm!" Pam groaned. "That's better. Push your tongue in and out of Mama. Ohhh!" WHACK! As soon as the fat plug slid out more than an inch or two, Pam slammed it home again with the wooden paddle. WHACK! "Faster!" she commanded in a hoarse throaty voice. Out the plug slid. WHACK! In it slammed. Out it slid. WHACK! Pam smashed it all the way inside him again, like she was fucking him and punishing him at the same time. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Pam's cruelty only seemed to inspire her submissive husband to greater efforts. "Oh yes! Yes! Mmm! Now lick Mama's clit." WHACK! WHACK! "Lick me! Harder!" WHACK! "Harder!" WHACK! "Faster!" WHACK! WHACK! "Ohh! Yeah, like that!" WHACK! WHACK! "Oh yeah! Yeah baby! Ye-ah-ah- ah-aahh!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Aieeee!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The noises Pam made when she climaxed drove Jane over the edge too, and when his Mummy simultaneously squealed in orgasm, Baby Daphne didn't know where to look. The raven-haired beauty dropped the paddle as she shuddered and jerked on PJ's face. She grabbed her sissy's knees, clutching them for balance as the throes of her climax swept her way. She moaned and jerked for about half a minute or so, and when she came down every muscle seemed to relax. Her whole weight came to rest on her sissy's face, and she didn't seem to notice she was suffocating him for a minute. It wasn't until he began to violently jerk and twitch beneath her that she realised something was wrong. The greasy plug popped out with an audible 'plop,' fortunately landing on the open diaper. "Wow! That was sensational!" Pam gasped breathlessly. She laughed raggedly as she staggered upright, and when she stepped aside, Daphne could see the red-faced sissy likewise gasping for breath. Jane giggled as she recovered from her tumultuous orgasm, and when she noticed her naughty baby was peeking at her panties from the other side of the coffee table, she demurely wriggled her suede skirt back into place. She pointed to the hallway to distract her excited child. "Alright, Baby Daphne. Into the naughty corner with you," she hoarsely commanded. Her knees were still trembling when she stood up to make sure her instructions were being followed. "I think my little girl should spend some time in the naughty corner, too," Pam suggested. Jane smiled and nodded. "I agree. It drives home the lesson more effectively, I think." "Stay there for a moment, little girl," Pam ordered PJ. Jane walked out while Pam was reinserting the slippery plug inside her supine sissy's bottom, and then she tightly taped the used diaper around his hips to keep it in place. She patted his bulging erection through the cold clammy padding and warned him, "Okay, up you hop - but be careful. You keep that plug inside your bot-bot until Mama says you can push it out, PJ. Understand?" "Yes Mama," he squeaked through shiny cum-drenched lips. He waddled after her into the hallway, one hand cupped over his padded bottom, the other cupping his throbbing erection. David didn't notice the sixteen-year-old junior until she was standing right in front of him, and he started in alarm when he was rudely ripped from his reminiscing. He recognised the slim brunette plucking at the ribbon ties under his chin, and she removed the hated pink bonnet, tossing it on the seat beside him on top of his harness and reins. Natalie smiled at the dolly sitting up primly on the seat on the other side the diapered sissy. He noticed Eva had replaced his change bag where Nanny had left it, under the seat holding his harness. "Come on, baby girl," Natalie cooed. "Leave your things here and let's go wash your hair. Leave Nancy right there on that seat. She'll be right for the moment." The bubbly brunette led the diapered sissy halfway through the salon to the row of white porcelain basins on the left. She sat the dummy- sucking big baby at a moulded basin between two smiling young women, and she clipped a semi-transparent pink plastic apron over his pretty green frock and tell-tale bib. He leaned back till his neck rested on the cool porcelain lip and tried to tell Natalie about his weekend and everything Mummy and Uncle Jake had done. The water gushing in his ears meant he had no idea how loudly he was speaking. Despite his dummy- muffled lisping speech, the women either side of him clearly heard every embarrassing word - as did half the salon. Many amused glances were tossed around between the listening women, and after a few minutes of overhearing his humiliating confession, most couldn't stop giggling. While Natalie vigorously towel-dried his hair, the pressure inside his gut built. The two suppositories inserted earlier were not to be denied. The junior poured some strong-smelling, thick viscous liquid onto his scalp and started vigorously massaging it into his long blonde locks. When she pressed down firmly on his head, Daphne quietly farted - and followed through! Without warning, without any real resistance, the warm slurry escaped Daphne's straining sphincter and invaded the seat of her damp Abriform maxi. Her bum was firmly planted on the padded chair and the emerging soft stool had nowhere to escape but up her bumcrack, towards the waistband of her baby panties. All the desperate baby girl could do was rise slightly from the chair in a hurried attempt to stop the mess squirting up her back and leaking everywhere. The act of squatting caused another explosive release of soft excrement, spreading in all directions and pooling in the crotch of her nappy. Daphne moaned in acceptance of her fate, giving up. She relaxed and let it happen. "What are you doing?" the apprentice hairdresser demanded. "Sit back down and keep still." Unaware of her predicament, Natalie forced the whimpering child back down in the seat as she briskly massaged in the perm solution, the chemical stink making Daphne's nose wrinkle. "Stop wriggling about!" David's bottom settled into the squishy mess like it was sinking into a puddle of warm sticky mud. He belatedly realised he was peeing as well, adding the noxious mix in his nappy. It was so sudden, so quick - he froze in shock. If David retained any hint of adult belief in his ability to control his bodily functions, it ceased from that moment on. Completely unaware of Emma's sleight of hand with the suppositories earlier, Daphne honestly believed regular diapering and constant denial of toilet usage were solely responsible her diminishing bowel continence. Only yesterday she had messed herself twice in Nanna's house without meaning to, and now - apparently involuntarily - she had done it again while left alone here at the salon. From that moment on, David/Daphne never regained the will to control herself. In her fractured mind, she needed her Mummy to start potty-training her. She needed to relearn control all over again. Isabell came to fetch Daphne, and she asked Natalie to assist her winding his damp hair in the dozens of tiny rollers. Her aim was to create a bouffant style of platinum blonde curls which looked natural and unforced - but wouldn't in any way seem adult. A style mimicking a four-year-old Shirley Temple's unrestrained shoulder-length curls, and giving easy adaptability between pigtails or bunches or left simply held back from her face with an Alice band. Isabell planned to modify the look slightly so the resultant curls would flow out prettily from under his new bonnets. Temporarily oblivious to the smell of his dirty diaper due to the overpowering perm solution, Isy led the diapered sissy baby through the salon towards her work station. All hairdressers love to chat, and Isabell was no exception. "Your friend PJ comes here now to have his hair done," she informed him, as she and Natalie wound dozens of tiny curlers in his hair. "But he has his in a page-boy style, not all little-girlie like you like. Although that might change - as his Mummy is thinking of putting him back in nappies - like you! Did you know that? Apparently she saw how sweet and obedient you were when you're diapered and all dolled up." David blushed as he thought of his new friend being forced to wear nappies because of him. He remembered how Mummy had diapered PJ before she locked them in the cot together for their afternoon naps. Perversely he was pleased in a way, as he still felt embarrassed about wetting and messing his nappies in front of his friend, and the frequent changes that always seemed to occur whenever PJ and his Mama came to visit. It would be good to know he wasn't the only sissy toddler in nappies and baby panties. He winced when the women shoved metal clips in the rollers to hold them in place, the pointy ends occasionally jabbing his scalp. Trying to the ignore the faces of the many women and girls grinning at him, he began to tell Aunty Isabell about Unca Jake and Mummy and his clittie-cage and everything. Like a good hairdresser she would croon, "Oh really?" or "Is that so?" every now and then, even though she'd already heard most of the bizarre story while he was trying to tell Natalie at the basin. Plus Gail had handed around the letter and card addressed to Uncle Jake for all the staff to read. Isabell didn't bother trying to control her laughter. She and Natalie kept exchanging disbelieving glances and bemused grimaces behind the sissy's back. As soon as they finished rolling the curlers in his hair, Isy removed the pink plastic gown, took his hand, and led him over to a bank of wall-mounted bowl hairdryers. He had to sit under the noisy dryer for about forty minutes while various women strolled past, smiling and winking at him, or giving him friendly little waves. As his head got hotter and hotter, the stench of his poopy diaper grew stronger and stronger. He tried to ignore the yucky smell and whiled away the time sucking his dummy and recalling what happened on that exciting afternoon a month ago, after Mummy and Pam escorted their little girls to the naughty corner in the front hallway. Daphne trotted over to the pole in the naughty corner next to the front door, and crouched down to pick up her punishment dummy. "Wait a moment, Baby Daphne," Pam commanded, making the sissy pause and look questioningly at his Mummy. 'You can share the naughty corner with PJ before nap-time, sweetie," Mummy informed her confused baby girl with a sly smile. 'Hold onto your punishment dummy, but step aside." Pam waved her diapered sissy into the corner. "Sit down with your back to the pole, honey-bunny." He obeyed without question, wincing when his diapered rear hit the carpet and the butt-plug reasserted itself. Pam removed his bonnet, tossed it aside and took a pink leather dog collar from the back pocket of her denim skirt. It had a row of sparkling diamantes around it, and a big steel buckle. She leaned into the corner and threaded the tongue end behind the floor-to-ceiling pole. "Lift your chin, honey. Good girl." She buckled the wide pink collar around PJ's neck, binding him to the chromed rod. "Alright, Baby Daphne. Take your place," Mummy commanded, a glint of amusement in her wide blue eyes. The anxious sissy had to straddle PJ's outthrust legs to get her nose in the corner properly, and when she was in the required position, her nose touching the cold pole, she sucked noisily on the fat rubber teat to indicate it was in her mouth where it should be. Daphne's lavender frock and frothy chiffon petticoats billowed around PJ's face, which was almost level with her belly- button. "Alright girls, you can stay there for twenty minutes, and think about what you did to end up in the naughty corner again." To Pam Jane added, "I'll just switch on the movement detector. There! Now they can't move without setting off the alarm." Pam laughed as she commented, "I swear, you're the best-organized AB- Mummy I've ever met!" "So what's that? The best out of two? Not much of a field." Jane giggled to take the sting out of her observation and insisted, "Come and have another glass of wine. I can show your those AB furniture websites..." Their voices trailed off as they disappeared deeper inside the house, leaving the two sissy trapped in the naughty corner. The only sound for a minute or two was the noisy sucking sounds as Baby Daphne rhythmically slurped on her dum-dums. The regular sounds paused for a second before Daphne quietly asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes - but I don't have my dummy," PJ softly complained, his sweet androgynous voice strangely muffled by the frothy layers of chiffon brushing against his lips. 'Where ith it?" Daphne asked, her high-pitched baby voice full of concern. She knew how much she hated losing her precious dum-dums. "It fell off when Mama was - was riding my face. You know?" "Oh." Daphne nodded. "I have a thpare one cwipped to my fwock. You can bowwow that, if you want to," the sweet baby kindly offered. "But you'll have to weach up and take it. I can't move my handy-pandies fwom behind my back" "Why not?" "It'th not awwowed. Mummy thaid tho. Pwuth - the movement detector. It weally workth, and it'th weally noithy!" The was silence for a few seconds, then Daphne softly asked, "Doeth it hurt? The plug up your bot-bot, I mean." "Nahh. I'm pretty used to it. Plus my Mama has a big strap-on dildo she likes to use on me occasionally. You should see the size of that!" He could see the sissy-baby's frock and petties twitching below his nose, and he knew she was excited. PJ softly inquired, "The movement detector can't see my hands if they're concealed behind your legs, right?" Daphne squeaked and jumped slightly when she felt warm fingers creeping up the front of each shin, the palms sliding up past the lavender frills around her knees, up her silken-smooth thighs and under the mass of petticoats. "N-no," Daphne squeaked, her stiff little clittie growing even harder. "I- I gueth not." Even though Daphne winced in trepidation, no alarm sounded when PJ's hands boldly slid under her petticoats, all the way to the tops of her trembling baby-smooth thighs. "And I guess the detector can't see me do... this!" PJ carefully raised the front of Daphne's petticoats with both hands and slipped his head underneath. His nostrils filled with the combined scents of urine and baby powder, the baby-smooth genitals inches away from his nose. Daphne's rock-hard clittie was like a stiff little finger pointing at PJ's chin, so slender and fragile. PJ couldn't help but feel a rush of sympathy for the ungifted little sissy as he ran his fingers over her trembling hairless tummy. He slid lower down the pole he was bound to, till his mouth was level with the swollen red head of Daphne's bobbing clittie, a bulb about the size of the end joint of his thumb. Knowing what pleased him, PJ pursed his lips and gently blew a warm stream of air over the twitching tool millimetres from his puckered lips. There was enough slack in the collar so he could lean forward an inch or two, and he reverently kissed the soft spongy head of Daphne's stiff swollen clittie. The dummy-muffled whimper of excitement encouraged PJ to continue, and he rained a host of gentle kisses all over the darkening head and underneath, brushing his moist puckered lips over that supremely sensitive spot. Daphne's stiff little clittie was jerking so violently with arousal, PJ had to grasp the slender shaft around the base with one hand to keep the bobbing head from poking him in the eye. He was extra-careful, as he'd never done this before - and besides, the sissy's pathetic little weiner looked so delicate and fragile! He licked the pulsating crown again and again with the flat of his saliva drenched tongue, from bottom to top, making the throbbing clittie all wet and slippery, and enjoying the uncontrollable excited whimpers he could hear coming from above. "Shh, baby. Shhh. Not too loud," PJ cautioned the thrilled little girl. He brought his left hand to his face and licked his long middle finger, leaving the tip wet with his saliva. "Unless you want our Mummies to come back and catch us?" That hand then slid between Daphne's parted thighs, the wet finger running slickly across her 'taint' towards her bumcrack. "No, no, okay," Daphne quietly squeaked - although she wasn't certain that her Mummy wouldn't have minded watching. "Pweathe don't thtop." She shuddered and moaned as the hot wet mouth engulfed her and the searching fingertip gently probed her delicate wrinkled opening. Daphne couldn't help lowering her bottom and opening her cheeks slightly, moaning, "Oh! Ohh!" Jane rarely gave David oral pleasure, and he was no aficionado - but what PJ was doing to him down there felt fantastic! To Daphne it felt like PJ's mouth was like a hot wet vacuum cleaner sucking the life out of her clittie, while the spit-moistened finger teasing her open was driving her wild! Daphne sucked harder on her dum-dums as PJ sucked harder on her clittie, and she gave a muffled groan of passion when the naughty finger penetrated her sensitive little hole. She could help rocking and rolling her hips slightly, opening herself and trying to assist the collared sissy as he slid his suctioning lips up and down the length(?) of her slender shaft. Daphne could feel PJ's nose pressing against her hairless tummy for a few wonderful seconds as he swallowed every inch of her. As he sucked, his agile tongue teased her clittie under the head, tickling the extra-sensitive frenulum and pushing the baby girl closer and closer to the precipice. With each thrust of her hips, the low heels of Daphne's Maryjane sandals rose another millimetre off the carpet, her interlocked fingers clenching and unclenching behind her back, struggling to keep quiet. Under the cover of her shimmering petties, PJ's middle finger slid all the way home, the remaining outstretched fingers and the palm of his hand cupping and supporting the moaning sissy's trembling bottom. Slowly - too slowly to set off the movement detector - Daphne rose up on tippie-toes, pressing her face and hips deeper into the corner as she surrendered to the magical sensations engulfing her. "Oh! Oh! Oohh!" she moaned around the fat rubber teat she clenched between her teeth, fighting to keep her squeaky voice down. "Oh PJ! Oh PJ! That's- ohhh! That's incred- incred- incredible! Ohhhh!" Her muffled voice broke into wordless whimpering for a minute, her knees trembling like she was having a fit. "Ooo! Ohhh! Aahh!" The aroused sissy's throbbing clittie grew fractionally larger for a few seconds in PJ's suctioning mouth, then the excited baby girl began to pulsate and spurt. "Mama! Mama! Baba! Ba-ba-ga-ga, ba-ba-ba!" Her anal sphincter clamped down on PJ's buried finger like a fleshy vise, squeezing violently and trapping his hand in place while she helplessly climaxed. PJ was actually surprised that her cum didn't taste too bad - not that there was much of it. Less than half a teaspoonful in his inexpert estimation, which he manfully swallowed. The sissy baby had done no less for him, and he felt obliged to return the favour. He dutifully kept his lips around Daphne's twitching clittie, gently milking her slender stalk with his thumb and index finger, almost frightened of hurting the delicate child. He pumped his finger in and out of her twitching hole for a few more seconds, making sure the twitching baby girl was completely done. Daphne shuddered and moaned uncontrollably at the exquisite sensations, fighting to stay on her feet as waves of ecstasy threatened to blow her away. If she hadn't had her face buried in the corner, the walls supporting her shaking shoulders, she would have collapsed to the floor. She was barely aware that PJ was propping her up with one strong hand under her bot-bot. He withdrew his thrilling finger and slowly pushed her tummy away, till her shrivelling clittie popped free of his lips, and he breathlessly gasped for air. Daphne continued whimpering wordlessly around her dum-dums as her whole body jerked and twitched in relief. She fought to control her shaking knees, desperate to avoid setting off the alarm. Back in the salon, Daphne had to fight to remain flaccid as she recalled the fantastic erotic moment. She could never forget it, although the sharp pain biting the base of her clittie reminded her not to dwell on the pleasant memories. Natalie came back and checked her hair, and she switched off the roaring dryer and announced, "You can go back and sit in the waiting area, little girl. We'll leave those rollers in for another twenty minutes, then pop them out." The grinning apprentice urged her on her way with a crisp swat on the bottom, and Daphne could feel her sticky squishy poo-poos being mashed into fresh areas inside her soiled wet diaper. Ignoring the bemused glances of the women in the reception area, Daphne picked up Nancy and gingerly sat on the padded seat, using her dolly to partially cover her bulging panty crotch. The tight elastic waistband of her baby panties popped when she relaxed, allowing some trapped gas to escape. Daphne didn't notice when the attractive thirty-something woman sitting two seats away wrinkled her nose in disgust. She turned to glare at the diapered sissy, collected her handbag from between her feet and hurriedly moved further away, choosing a seat as far from the stinky big baby as possible and whispering to the woman she sat next to. Both women then turned to stare in disdain at the diapered big baby girl on the other side, grimacing in revulsion and shaking their heads in disbelief. Daphne couldn't help noticing that, and her cheeks turned pink with shame. She glanced down at the hands in her lap, trying to avoid the stares and whispers. She delicately touched her fingernails, checking the shiny pink enamel was dry and hard, then she stroked the smooth glossy surfaces with her fingertips in admiration. They not only looked lovely, they felt lovely, too! So smooth! She smiled around the sloppy guard of her dum-dums. She stretched out her arms and spread her fingers and waggled them, the shiny nail polish glittering attractively in the multiple overhead spotlights. And her painted pink toenails looked so pretty, she didn't want t