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Dear Bootlover, Sissy Jeannie, Jane Hudson, Janet Marie, Susan, Kitty Poodle and Sissy Katie, thank for your lovely compliments and suggestions. They help keep me going. BJ Chapter 19. A Spanking From Uncle Jake The next morning was a little different for Baby Daphne. She only woke when her smiling Mummy waltzed into the Nursery and threw back the curtains, letting in the early morning sunshine. "Good morning, baby girl! Did you have a good sleep?" Jane inquired as she unlocked the side of the crib and lowered the barred railing. She reached up and switched off the warbling fairy mobile, the circling winged fairies gradually slowing to a halt. "Good morning, Mummy," Daphne sleepily mumbled in reply around the sloppy wet guard of her dum-dums. "Yeth fank you Mummy." She didn't say; 'If you don't count being woken several times by my clittie-cage biting into me, that is!' "Climb out and Mummy will change you, sweetie." Jane poked the droopy crotch of Daphne's pink plastic panties as she shuffled over to the change table. "Such a wet baby girl this morning," she observed with a muffled snort of derision. Jane patted the padded pink vinyl surface in invitation. "Up you hop, sweetie. Let's get you out of that wet, wet nappy!" She pulled down the glistening plastic panties and tossed them in the bucket, wrinkling her nose at the ammonia stench released. Jane unpinned Daphne's sodden night nappy, and both thick cloth layers were drenched front to back, heavy and yellowed with urine. "Ugh!" Jane groaned in disgust when she lowered the front flap. "Oh no! Stop that!" As soon as the supine baby's limp clittie had been exposed to the cool morning air, her bladder instinctively cut loose. Daphne squealed in alarm when she realised what she was doing, a fountain of golden urine arcing up from her crotch. It sprayed against the front of Mummy's chenille dressing gown before Jane could hastily cover her baby's squirting genitals with the drenched nappy front again. "No baby! Bad girl! Bad Baby Daphne!" Jane brushed some amber droplets from her robe with a grimace of distaste. "Bugger! You peed all over Mummy's dressing gown! Didn't you? Bad baby! I guess we both know who will be washing that later?" Jane kept the wet nappy front pressed against Daphne's crotch with one hand while she rubbed at the damp yellow spots on her dressing gown with the other, clucking her tongue in remonstration. Daphne tried to halt the flow and pouted in confusion when her sphincter muscles refused to obey her commands. The hot wee-wee kept pouring out of her even as she strained and squeezed, and she bit harder on her dummy teat in frustration. Nothing happened. Mummy raised the wet nappy front enough to take a quick peek, then hastily covered Daphne's crotch again, frowning and shaking her head in disapproval. "You can't stop it, can you?" Jane's tone made it more of an accusation than a question. Daphne innocently batted her long eyelashes and shook her head, making her platinum ringlets bobble attractively, a look of anguish on her pretty little face. The hot stream slowed and dwindled only when her bladder began to empty, although a few last drops leaked out when she wriggled about in embarrassment. "What a silly baby you are!" Jane teased her confused little girl. Mummy shook her head and smiled to take the sting out of her remonstration. "You really can't control yourself. Can you?" Inside she was thrilled to witness her sissy-baby's apparent loss of bladder control. "No Mummy," Daphne whimpered in reply. In her mind she was screaming, 'It's not my fault! I'm just a little baby !' "Are you finished doing pee-pees, baby girl? Are we all done?" Jane asked after waiting another half-minute. When Daphne hesitantly nodded, her expression a mixture of guilt and uncertainty, Mummy had to ask; "Are you sure, sweetie? Let Mummy check." She cautiously lowered the front flap till she could peek at Daphne's limp caged clittie again. "Good girl! You're all finished!" Jane sang, like she was encouraging a slow-learning toddler. "That's better!" She lowered the drenched front all the way and removed the toddler's disposable from between the two yellowed cloth layers, and it was dripping-wet. She daintily rolled up the sodden bundle and taped it closed, then dumped it in the garbage bin. It landed with a solid wet 'thud!' The drenched cloth nappies went in the diaper pail and Mummy helped her embarrassed baby sit up. Jane wiped her pee-damp fingers clean on the front of Daphne's nightie before undressing her useless child. She unclipped her baby's dummy and plastic chain, dropped them clattering on the change table, removed her Minnie Mouse nightie, and gave her clumsy charge a hand climbing down. "Go shower and brush your teeth, baby girl," Jane commanded. She sent a naked Daphne scurrying off to the bathroom with a loud swat on her bobbing damp posterior, making her squeal and jump. "Put on your shower cap before you hop in the shower, sweetie. You can't get your hair wet for a couple of days," she called in warning after her waddling little girl. Daphne paused to examine her altered feminine appearance in the bathroom mirror with mixed feelings. She loved her new curly hairstyle, and she couldn't help admiring the way the tightly-coiled ringlets fell around her face like a pretty frame. The tiny curls softened her jaw line, making her heart-shaped face look more feminine than ever. Daphne sighed before she stuffed them under the frilly white shower cap with the big red polka dots. Mummy and Nanna were right. Her new hairstyle did make her look much younger - and prettier. Her glossy painted pink fingernails caught the light and glistened brightly, and she stuck out her arms and waggled the ends of her spread fingers to admire the effect. She started brushing her teeth, gazing in wonder at the flat-chested little girl in the vanity mirror above the basin. She ducked and spat, then straightened up to wipe her fuchsia-pink lips. Daphne poked and prodded her distended lips with her fingertips, and they still felt a little sore. Her mouth looked huge - all puffy and swollen still, and so pink! She turned her head from side to side, twisting her mouth into contorted shapes and examining her stained pink lips from every angle. Shocking pink! It looked like she'd painted her lips with bright fuchsia lipstick - and done a fabulous job of it, too. She rinsed her mouth, spat again, and then leaned into the mirror and girlishly batted her eyes at her reflection, enchanted by her long fluttering black lashes. They made her pale-blue eyes look huge and doll-like, and together with her artfully-plucked eyebrows, gave her the innocent wide-eyed appearance of a sweet toddler girl - or an expensive China doll! Under the hot running shower it was funny washing her naughty bits with the silver rings locked in place, but it wasn't too difficult. She loved soaping her silky-smooth limbs and hairless tummy and groin. Her hairless skin felt so smooth and lovely! She didn't notice a tiny stream of urine trickling out under the hot running shower, splashing between her feet to mix with the water circling the drain. All Baby Daphne noticed when she glanced down was the pretty pink polish on her tiny toenails. Her little feet had never looked so feminine! Mummy helped Daphne dry off as usual, and then hustled the big baby back to the Nursery. Her fresh nappies were laid out waiting on the change table - an Abriform disposable on top of two thick cloth nappies. Daphne didn't realise Mummy had already pierced the front and crotch of the disposable multiple times with a pair of sharp scissors, to allow any excess urine to easily leak through to soak into the thirsty cloth layers. Jane intended this diaper to last her baby most of the morning. She perfunctorily powdered Daphne's caged clittie and her bottom, roughly rubbed it in, then taped closed her disposable. The thick cloth nappies were pinned tightly around Daphne's slender waist and again over the tops of her thighs, forcing the sissy baby to waddle bow-legged as usual. Transparent yellow plastic panties were drawn over the top, then Mummy helped Daphne sit up so she could dress her little girl for the day. "It's sunny and warm outside already, so I think just a simple play frock is best for today, sweetie," Jane recommended, opening a canary- yellow cotton sleeveless frock and lowering it over Daphne's bowed head. It had a narrow band of pretty white lace across the yoke bodice and on both sides of the shoulder straps, with a matching frill of wider matching lace around the flared hem. "Nanny will be here soon to make sure you do your little chores. This outfit will be perfect for my little girl to work around the house in." Mummy fed Daphne's limp hands through the armholes without the little girl's help, accustomed to dressing her useless big baby by now, then she straightened out the wide lace-edged shoulder straps over her submissive child's slender bare shoulders. Daphne's sheer white cotton anklet socks had a wide layer of pretty yellow lace around the ankles to match her sweet sun frock, which Mummy turned down and made sure were even. Daphne smiled at the cute effect as Mummy tied her pastel-pink sandshoes in place with the hot-pink ribbon laces. Jane brushed out Daphne's platinum curls and used a yellow plastic Alice band to help keep them out of her eyes. Mummy clipped baby's dummy chain to the lacy yoke collar of her frock and popped the teat in her mouth. "There you go! Okay, down we hop, sweetheart. Let me hear you sucking that dum-dums, baby. Nice and loud, now! You know Mummy likes to hear you sucking. Good girl! Okay, you know what you have to do. Off you go, baby." Daphne performed her normal morning duties, emptying the wet and soiled nappies from the nappy bucket into the half-filled laundry tub with some bleach to soak, then collecting the rest of the laundry and dumping it in the washing machine. Mummy handed her little girl her damp chenille dressing gown to throw in the wash with a tolerant smile, enjoying the sissy's downcast appearance and her guilt-ridden grimace. The wide pink guard of Daphne's dum-dums bumped rhythmically against the bottom of her nose as she performed her menial chores, a shiny stream of drool trailing unnoticed down her chin as she unconsciously slurped and sucked on the satisfying rubber teat. Daphne emptied the garbage bin from her Nursery, wrinkling her snub nose in distaste when she dumped the smelly contents into the wheelie bin outside. Mummy had tied her short white satin robe around her waist and brushed her honey-blonde locks into a neat ponytail when she trotted downstairs. She made Daphne's breakfast and called her baby into the kitchen. "Oops! Look at my little dribble-puss! The front of your frock is a bit damp, sweetie. Mummy forgot to put a bib on you first thing this morning, didn't she? Silly Mummy!" She popped Daphne in the highchair, buckled her in and clipped a lace-edged white terry bib around her neck This one read; 'Princess Potty-Pants.' Jane lowered the tray till it locked in place and plonked down a bowl of warm porridge, unclipping Daphne's dummy chain from under her bib and lobbing her oversized pacifier on the bench nearby. "You can eat your own brekkie like a big girl while Mummy has a shower and gets ready for work. Okay baby?" Jane tossed her trapped baby a winning smile before she danced out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. Daphne watched Mummy's beautiful swaying bottom till it disappeared from view, then glanced down at her highchair tray in dismay. Mummy had forgotten to give her a spoon. Or had she forgotten? Daphne was hungry anyway, so she dug in with her fingers. A little later Daphne jumped when Nanny Emma crowed, "Oh look at you! What a messy baby girl!" She hadn't heard the tall blonde let herself into the house, and the big baby wiped her filth-encrusted lips and cheeks with the back of one wrist with a grimace of remorse. Her fingers were covered in creamy goo, and there was mess splattered all over the white plastic tray. The chortling Nanny marched into the kitchen and dumped her handbag on the bench, her eyes never leaving the face of the embarrassed baby girl bound in the highchair. "Have you finished your brekkie, Baby Daphne? Have you finished making a great big mess of yourself, little girl?" Emma didn't bother waiting for a response, cackling, "Look at that grubby face!" She click-clacked closer to the highchair and snatched up the empty plastic bowl. "Good girl! Stay there while I make up your bottle." As if Daphne could go anywhere? The tall blonde was dressed very smartly today - 'for her,' considered Baby Daphne privately. Emma wore a cute washed-denim miniskirt matched with skin-tight knee-high denim boots, which seemed to exaggerate the muscular swell of shapely calves. The jeans-stitched boots even had a chunky three-inch stacked Cuban heel! Her legs looked so long and there was a huge expanse of lean muscular thigh to admire. Daphne had never seen her Nanny in high heels before. Emma was a shade over six feet tall, and usually didn't bother wearing heels. When she returned clutching one of Daphne's 20 oz. plastic bottles full of apple juice, the little girl admired Nanny's simple pastel-pink cotton blouse. The snug-fitting top had the top four buttons daringly unfastened, showing off her freckled chest, and when Daphne peeked, she couldn't detect any hint of a bra. Even though Nanny had a modest - but attractive - set of B-cup breasts, Daphne knew she rarely went braless. She really had no need of a brassiere. Emma's breasts sat high and proud on her chest without any need of support, but she usually preferred the comfort of a support bra. Today was different for some reason. The lightweight cotton blouse must have irritated Emma's nipples when it brushed against them, because Daphne could discern two visible bumps at the crest of each swaying mound, slightly darker than the surrounding pale flesh, constantly drawing her hungry eyes. Emma sang, "Here you go, baby. Open wide." Daphne opened her mouth automatically when the dripping teat approached, and she mindlessly sucked on the Nuck 4 nipple until Nanny crooned, "Hold your own bottle for me, sweetie. That's it. Good girl!" When Daphne's raised her eyes from her Nanny's breasts, she noticed Emma was wearing make-up, too! Most unusual! Lashings of mascara lengthened and thickened her eyelashes, making them long and lustrous, and her recently-plucked eyebrows were well defined with pencil, shaped to arch enticingly. Her huge mouth looked soft and moist, almost kissable, painted with rich glossy red lipstick, and a hint of rosy rouge coloured her high angular cheekbones. 'She's even wearing eyeliner and pink eyeshadow,' Daphne realised, thinking, 'What is going on? Is Nanny dressed up to go out somewhere?' The little girl started to fret that her cruel Nanny had plans to take her out today. She couldn't have been further from the truth. Preoccupied with these thoughts, Daphne didn't realise as she grasped her bottle with both hands and tilted the base up high, that she was smearing bits of sticky porridge all over the plastic vessel too. Daphne was sucking the last drops from her baby bottle when Mummy strode into the room fully dressed for her day at work. Jane looked beautiful with her face fully made-up and her long tawny locks clipped back stylish chignon, dressed in a tailored navy pants-suit with a fluffy white lambs wool sweater underneath to soften the severe look. "Oh good, Em," she cried. "You're here! Good morning. You look nice! Hmm. Oh gosh, look at the time! Sorry girls, I really have to run!" Jane's towering black, stiletto-heeled court shoes click-clacked attractively across the tiled kitchen floor, and she tilted her head to the side and clipped on her second diamond stud earring as she approached her bottle-feeding baby in the highchair. "Mummy has to go to work, baby. You be a good little girl for Nanny today, and do everything she tells you. Okay?" Jane insisted. "Yeth Mummy," Daphne breathlessly gasped as she let the empty plastic vessel crash against the tray. She burped loudly and then belatedly covered her mouth with both grubby paws. "Oopthie! Pardon me," the little girl apologised, her grubby cheeks turning pink. Mummy laughed and air-kissed the space either side of Daphne's dirty face. "What lovely manners, baby girl! Good baby! Bye-bye, sweetie." She turned to the smiling Nanny. "Em, walk me out, will you? I just want to go over a couple of things with you before I go." "Sure thing." When the Nanny returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, she snatched the empty bottle from the tray and tossed it in the sink. Porridge stuck to her fingers and she grimaced in disgust as she washed her hands in the sink. She took a hot soapy washcloth and roughly wiped down her baby's filthy face and hands, scouring off the hard lumps of dried porridge. "Keep still!" Emma admonished the whimpering child, when Daphne tried to turn her face aside from the harsh scrubbing. "And don't complain! If you didn't make such a mess of yourself, I wouldn't have to rub so hard to get it off." She grabbed the back of the little girl's head with her free hand, held her in place and scrubbed her face even harder. Daphne whimpered in pain and scowled in annoyance at the unfairness of it all. Emma unclipped Daphne's filthy bib, tossed it to the floor, and replaced it with a fresh pink terry bib. The clean plastic-backed dribble bib read; 'Mummy's Little Potty-Pants.' The Nanny attached Daphne's dummy clip to the lace-lavished collar of her bib, and then unlocked and raised the tray. The baby popped her dum-dums in her mouth without even thinking about it. Emma loosened the waist belt and threaded it through the crotch strap, freeing her big baby. "Down we hop! Good girl!" Nanny grabbed the ring of Daphne's dummy and wriggled the guard against her puffy pink lips. "Suck and drool, baby. Suck and drool! That's better! Good baby! Now go and empty the washing machine, and put your dirty nappies in instead," she pointed to the floor, "- and that filthy bib - and then go and hang the washing on the line. Off you go!" When Daphne returned she had to clean the kitchen from top to bottom, although it didn't require too much work this morning. She'd scrubbed the floor only yesterday afternoon. After her normal morning chores were completed, Nanny made her diapered sissy bring the ironing board into the sunroom out back and set it up between the TV and the cane lounge, but off to one side. Emma flopped down on the cushioned lounge and grabbed the remote, switching on the TV and searching for something interesting. The pink plastic laundry basket was full of clothes to be ironed, and the bossy Nanny wanted her little girl doing her chores where she could keep an eye on her. Emma knew Daphne usually soiled her nappy within an hour or two after eating her breakfast, and the cruel Nanny wanted to see if the post-hypnotic suggestions Francine had planted last night had produced any fruit. Emma switched the channel to the 'Real Housewives of Hollywood' and settled back to watch, keeping one eye on the baby ironing a few feet away. Daphne was about halfway through her load of ironing when she noticed something was wrong. She was crouching down to pick up a white cotton blouse of Mummy's from the plastic basket when she accidentally farted. Except this fart felt lumpy! She went to stand - but only made it halfway. Caught in a semi-squat, feet spread wide and knees flexed, poking her bum out like a helpless toddler, Daphne felt a huge bowel movement surge out of her anus without any effort on her part. There had been no warning - no premonition of disaster. It just happened. She groaned and bit harder on her dummy teat as she was forced to inhale deeply, hold her breath and bear down for the instinctive second push. As she thoroughly soiled her diaper, Daphne was astounded by the wonderful feelings engulfing her as she helplessly filled her panties. Even though she knew her limp little clittie was safely locked up in its clittie-cage, Daphne felt like she was about to do a big grown-up squirtie in her poopy wet nappy. "Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ooo!" she breathlessly moaned, her whole body jerking and twitching as it felt like she was climaxing again and again. She grabbed the edge of the ironing board for support and almost knocked it over. Frightened of disturbing the dangerously steaming electric iron, Daphne released the ironing board and collapsed onto her hands and knees, trembling with the aftershocks of her massive orgasm. "What's wrong, Daphne? Little girl? Is everything all right?" Nanny sat up and inquired solicitously, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice. Kneeling Daphne turned to look over her shoulder at the grinning teenager perched on the edge of the sofa, the baby's fluttering eyes brimming with tears and a look of anguish on her face. Even though it must have been enjoyable, the little girl was obviously frightened and confused by what had just happened to her. Emma didn't give the distraught toddler time to dwell on her misfortune. "Stand up, sweetie, and get on with the ironing," the strict Nanny scolded her whimpering charge. "We haven't got all day, you know?" Emma sat back and grinned when she saw Daphne slowly kneel up and then reach behind her with both hands, feeling the seat of her tautly- stretched plastic panties and seeing if the bulge felt noticeable. It certainly was! Emma could see it sticking out from where she was sitting, and her smile had a malicious edge. Daphne shakily clambered to her feet, collected the blouse she'd dropped, and stretched it over the ironing board before picking the steaming iron out of the metal holder. Nanny noticed the baby seemed to be poking her bottom out a little more, as if Daphne was trying to distance herself from the messy accident in her nappy. Or was it just a big poopy log in the seat of her diaper making it seem that way? Daphne's hands were shaking as she continued the ironing, her mind a whirl of confusion. She's just soiled herself in front of Nanny Emma, without warning or control. Like a baby! And it felt so good! Like she was cumming while she was pooping! What? How? The helpless baby didn't understand. When she squatted to pick up one of Mummy's wrinkled cotton skirts, the mush in her diaper crept into new nooks and crannies, and the sticky wet warmth felt wonderful! She didn't stop to wonder why her clittie didn't stiffen as usual. It normally did after she filled her nappy with lovely squishy poo-poos. But the chastity ring didn't bite at all. She turned to look over he shoulder, casting Emma a pleading look. The Nanny heartlessly ignored her unspoken plea and concentrated on the flickering screen. When Daphne finished the ironing, she had to hang up her laundered nappies and baby panties outside in the back yard, plus a few of her embroidered bibs. Her sullied wet nappy clung to her loins like it was full of warm sticky mud, and the feeling was perversely pleasant. After she'd pegged everything up and checked to see if the items she's hung out earlier had dried, Daphne stood back and admired the display of little-girl finery hanging on the rotary clothesline amongst Mummy's grown-up things. So many pretty frocks and petticoats, so many feminine baby panties - and all for her. She couldn't help smiling contentedly around her dum-dums, thinking, 'Mummy is so good to me! I wuv my Mummy!' She soon grew accustomed to the over-ripe spoiled-fruit aroma of her stinky nappy, and she knew better than to ask Nanny for a nappy change. The stinky baby was disappointed when Emma led her into the kitchen and lifted her into the highchair for lunch without bothering to change her first. The poop had cooled and was sticking to everything down there, and it became increasingly unpleasant as it dried and hardened. Daphne wriggled in discomfort on the high padded seat as Nanny buckled her in, shifting from cheek to dirty cheek. Lunch consisted of two jars of savoury toddler food, which Emma heated in the microwave and spoon-fed the big baby. They were bland and tasteless pap, but Daphne knew better than to complain. She eyed the two jars of banana custard and chocolate custard Nanny had selected for afters, keeping her eyes on the main prize. Nanny took her upstairs to the Nursery after her bottle of warm milk, and she subjected the poor baby to another embarrassing dirty diaper change, making the usual scathing comments and mercilessly belittling the hopeless baby girl for having no control. Daphne was grateful to be left alone in her locked crib afterwards with another warm bottle of milk, and she didn't realise she drenched her clean diaper even before she fell asleep. The fairy mobile was whirring overhead, the pleasant sounds of a woman singing familiar Nursery rhymes soothing to her ears. Daphne plucked the teat of the empty bottle from her lips with a whimper of annoyance and let it fall against the wooden bars. She rolled onto her side and, even though half-asleep, her hand still scrabbled for the dummy clipped to the collar of her bib. When Daphne's fingers found it, she raised the amber rubber teat to her mouth and popped it between her lips with a muffled sigh of relief. The familiar sounds of a dummy-sucking big baby filled the dimly-lit Nursery. Emma punched Jane's mobile number on her phone as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "How did it go, Em?" Jane asked by way of greeting. "Fabulous!" the tall blonde gushed. "Daphne was doing the ironing when she pooped her nappy, and you should have seen her!" "Why? What happened?" Emma's laugh was evil. "It was just like last night, on the lounge. She looked like she was having an orgasm while she soiled herself! I tell you, she collapsed onto her hands and knees before it was over! She nearly knocked over the ironing board and the iron!" "Is everything okay?" "Of course! No worries!" the Nanny replied reassuringly, chortling as she added, "I made her stay in her poopy nappy until after I fed her lunch, then I changed our little stinker before I put her down in the cot for her nap. That's where she is now." Jane chuckled. "That's great, Em! It sounds like those post-hypnotic suggestions have really taken hold." "Yes, well... We'll see," the Nanny diffidently replied. "Alright, Em, call me if anything else noteworthy happens. Otherwise I'll speak to you tonight when I get home. By the way, there's a courier on the way home right now, with a memory stick of compilations of videos of my nieces when they were little. Make sure Daphne watches an hour or so of it this afternoon. Alright? And don't forget - Jake is coming home with me tonight." "Oh that's right! I'd forgotten all about that!" Emma convincingly lied. "That should be fun!" Nanny crowed, patting her straw-coloured locks into place and licking her painted red lips. "I'm looking forward to that! Talk to you later." "Bye Emma." After nap-time Nanny let her charge out of the crib and changed Daphne's nappy, tossing the wet things in the appropriate receptacles and taping her into a single adult disposable and some clean pink baby panties. She lifted the little girl down and dressed her in her frothy pink tutu, then led her little ballerina downstairs for an hour of ballet practice. It was the only time she was allowed to take out her dummy, too, although Daphne was in two minds about that these days. She had grown used to the constant presence of the soothing rubber teat in her mouth. Afterwards when Nanny undressed her and peeled away the disposable, Daphne was surprised to find she'd wet herself without noticing - and from the look and feel of her diaper, more than once. She felt a pang of concern for a few moments, thinking, 'That seems to be happening an awful lot lately!' Daphne was dressed in her yellow frock again and her normal thick nappies, and Nanny clipped a fresh dribble-bib around the little girl's neck and attached her dummy clip to the lacy collar. This bib told the world she was 'Mummy's Wet Baby Girl.' After lacing on her pink sneakers, Nanny made Daphne collect the dry things from the clothesline before sending her to scrub the bathrooms. After cleaning both bathrooms, Daphne had to take the remaining clothes and nappies off the line, and toss the nappies in the dryer to soften them before wearing. She sorted the rest into separate piles for ironing and placed the baskets in the laundry to deal with later. She was grateful for the rest when Nanny called her into the kitchen and lifted her into the highchair for dinner. She noticed Emma had freshened her make-up, and her glossy red lips looked full and inviting. She'd even put some product in her hair, and her straw- coloured locks looked attractively spiky. Daphne's meal consisted of sausages, mashed potato, peas and pumpkin - except Nanny put it all through the blender first, turning the tasty meal into a disgusting-looking brownish-green paste. Then Nanny spoon- fed her baby the pureed concoction, making sure her little girl's face was soon covered with goop. Even so, it still tasted okay - and Daphne was hungry. She ate up every bite she could - except for the usual drooled spillages, and the occasional spoonful Nanny 'accidentally' smeared over her cheeks, chin and nose. The big baby was halfway though her after-dinner bottle when she distantly heard the front door unlock and open. "Hello! We're home," Jane sang out from the hallway. Daphne's heart gave a leap of joy as she swallowed another mouthful of warm milk. Mummy was home! Emma hastily wiped her hands clean and checked her reflection in the window over the sink, patting her spiky locks into place before she turned to scamper out of the kitchen. The excited baby heard her Nanny call, "Hi Jane, hello Jake!" A mouthful of warm milk sprayed from Daphne's pursed lips, splashing over her hands and splattering the highchair tray. She plucked the dripping teat from her mouth, gasping breathlessly in fear. Uncle Jake was here? She placed her bottle upright on the tray and (unsuccessfully) tried to wipe clean her messy chin with trembling fingers. "Hello Emma," Jane greeted the Nanny. Daphne heard Mummy distantly insist, "Jake, go into the kitchen and make yourself a drink. Emma knows where everything is. Look after him, will you Nanny? I want to jump in the shower and freshen up before I watch you deal with my naughty baby, darling." "Sure thing, honey." The hairs at the back of Daphne's neck prickled when she heard Jake's unmistakeable baritone voice. Jake was dressed in a smart dark-grey pinstripe suit, his usual black lace-up shoes on his enormous feet gleaming with polish. His wide crimson silk tie with the thick generous knot was like a huge phallic symbol beneath his tanned chiselled chin. His luxurious short dark- brown hair was neatly swept back with a side part, and his wide brown eyes twinkled in sadistic anticipation. "Hello Baby Daphne!" he called in sarcastic greeting. "There's Mummy's little girl!" He strode into the kitchen like he owned the place, although his cruel smile faltered when he approached the wide-eyed baby girl with the Shirley Temple hairstyle sitting in the big pink highchair. "I got your letter, little girl - and the card. Very cute!" Daphne's little round cheeks blushed rosily in shame when she remembered the humiliating letter she'd written him, and her rapidly blinking eyelashes glistened with unshed tears. She glanced down at the messy highchair tray in embarrassment. Jake's pace slowed and he squinted his eyes and shook his head as though to clear it, then he stared fixedly at Daphne's face as he shuffled closer. He rested the fingers of his right hand on the front edge of the grubby tray and turned to Emma, frowning in confusion. Jake demanded, "What's going on here?" The slender blonde moved to the side of the highchair and leaned her torso against the tray, pushing up her firm little breasts till they bulged attractively between the unbuttoned collar of her pink cotton blouse. It actually looked like she had a cleavage. Her shoulder accidentally rested against Jake's for a moment as she batted her long mascara-darkened lashes at him and coyly asked, "Whatever do you mean, Jake?" "She looks... different. Her face," he replied uncertainly, stabbing a finger at Baby Daphne's pensive features. "Is she wearing make-up?" Like most men, he hadn't noticed either girls' new hairstyle. "No. I don't think so," Emma replied, her green eyes wide and her expression innocent. "What do you mean? Like lipstick and stuff? Let me check." She used the tip of her index finger to raise the humiliated baby's little chin so they could examine her blushing features. Emma ignored the milk dribbling down the baby's chin and rubbed the ball of her thumb against Daphne's plump pink bottom lip, pressing firmly. She then inspected her unstained thumb and showed him the proof. "Nope. No lipstick - just milk. Our little girl is far too young to be wearing make-up, anyway. Why do you ask, Jake?" He shook his head like a confused bear as he turned away and headed for the fridge, muttering, "I need a drink." Jake took out a small green bottle of Heineken and unscrewed the cap, tossed it in the garbage and took a long pull of beer. He glanced briefly at the little girl cringing in the highchair, shuddered and looked away. Jake took another longer swig, gulping noisily till he drained the bottle. He lowered the empty bottle, sighed in satisfaction, burped, then helped himself to a fresh beer. Emma's eyes followed him around the room, a bemused smirk tugging at the corners of her glossy red lips. When he didn't seem inclined to reply to her question, the Nanny asked again; "Why did you ask if Daphne's wearing make-up, Jake?" He pointed accusingly at the blushing baby in the highchair with his freshly-opened bottle. "She looks pretty!" he spat, as though it caused him physical pain to say the words. Daphne's heart swelled with girlish pride for a second before Jake's next statement brought her crashing back to earth. "I mean, David was an effeminate little pansy - everyone knew that! But I never thought he - I mean, he wasn't -" Jake looked like his brain was hurting, and he paused to take another soothing mouthful of beer. "I would never have called David pretty," he concluded lamely, looking and sounding disturbed. Emma took pity on him. "But there is no David any longer, remember," she softly reminded him, stepping closer and resting her hand placatingly on his forearm. 'There's only Baby Daphne, Mummy's sweet little diaper girl." "Harrumph," Jake grunted, glancing from the slender hand squeezing his forearm to the smiling red mouth of the tall young woman standing intimately close to him. Jake was six-four and they were almost at eye- level, and he found himself gazing into a pair of brilliant green eyes, beautifully framed by long fluttering black lashes. Nothing was said for a whole minute, and Daphne's noticed her smiling Nanny's bosoms were heaving noticeably inside her unbuttoned pink blouse. The air crackled with unspoken sexual tension. Jake's expression softened and he smiled, his narrowing brown eyes dropping from her innocently-batting eyes to her luscious red lips, to the exposed expanse of her tanned chest. Daphne watched the grown-ups' interaction with wide staring eyes, wishing for the comforting presence of her dum-dums. She wondered, 'Is Nanny flirting with Uncle Jake?' "What's going on here?" Jane asked as she quietly stepped into the kitchen in her bare feet, her acid tone just short of an accusation. She held her transparent Perspex mules with the pink fluffy vamps in one hand. Her long tawny locks had been brushed out, falling loose over her shoulders in silken waves of gold. Jane had her short white satin robe tightly cinched around her tiny waist and her pink cheeks looked flushed and damp after her hot shower. From the way her enormous bosoms heaved and swayed, it was obvious she was braless - although Daphne noticed Mummy had taken the time to re-do her make-up. Lashings of mascara made her sapphire eyes look huge, and her full glossy red mouth looked so kissable - even when she was frowning in displeasure. Jane looked stunning, and so desirable! Daphne stared at her beautiful Mummy, entranced. The bite of her clittie-cage reminded the baby girl of her proper place. Emma immediately backed away from Jake and retreated to the far side of the highchair. "Jake was just telling me he thought Daphne looked pretty," the Nanny reported with an innocent smile, tilting her head at the big baby in indication. "Of course she's pretty!" Jane retorted sharply. "She's my little girl, after all - and she takes after her Mummy." Feeling at a distinct height disadvantage, Jane slipped her fluffy mules on her feet, grateful for the added four inches. "Naturally," Jake sensibly concurred, before concentrating on his beer. He knew when it was best to remain silent. Jane threw Emma a quick frown, then it vanished in a heartbeat - to replaced by a beguiling smile "Nanny, will you take the baby upstairs and give her a lovely hot bubble-bath? Make sure our precious baby girl is all lovely and clean for Mummy and Uncle Jake to play with afterwards, will you?" "Certainly Jane," the Nanny readily agreed. Jane took a memory stick from the pocket of her shimmering white robe and discreetly handed it to the Nanny, instructing her quietly, "Pop that in Daphne's fairy mobile when you go upstairs, will you? Toss away the old one." The Nanny nodded in understanding and slipped the stick in one of the back pockets of her tiny denim mini. Emma took away Daphne's almost-empty baby bottle and removed her filthy bib, using the only clean spot to scour her milk-stained lips and chin one last time. She clipped Daphne's dummy to the yoke collar of her frock and shoved the teat between her puffy pink lips with a sniff of contempt. Nanny loosened the restraints, unlocked the highchair tray and lifted it aside, then helped her big baby climb down from the high padded seat. Before Emma could release Baby Daphne's waist, Jane stepped over close to the entwined couple and whispered, "Potty-time, potty-time, potty- time," in her little girl's ear. The sissy baby collapsed against her Nanny squeaking in alarm, her knees spread wide as she squatted and pushed, helplessly filling her diaper with hot squishy poo-poos. As the excrement uncontrollably surged out of her anus, Daphne began to moan and shudder in her Nanny's arms. She inhaled deeply, held her breath and pushed again, straining and shaking, clinging to the slender young woman for support. To Jane's experienced ears, it was obvious her diaper-pooping baby was having an orgasm as she helplessly soiled herself, and she grinned in delight. Emma shot Jane a glare over the head of her whimpering, bucking charge, unable to release herself from the pooping baby's unwanted embrace. Jane smiled innocently in return. 'That'll keep you busy for the next twenty or thirty minutes - and give you something to think about!' Jane thought in smug satisfaction. Jake reeled back in horror as he demanded, "What the-? Did Daphne just shit herself?" "Yes, I think so," Jane responded with a resigned sigh and a tolerant smile. "She's just a baby, Jake. She can't help it! Check her nappy for me Nanny, will you?" Emma grimaced in revulsion as she peeled Daphne's trembling arms from around her slender waist. She forcibly turned the shuddering baby around and flipped up the back of her yellow play frock. A panting Daphne bent forward and squatted slightly, grabbing the highchair seat with both hands for support, her knees still watery. Nanny pulled away the tight elastic waistband of Daphne's baby panties from the small of her back, and when the whimpering little girl crouched lower and obligingly poked out her bum, Emma peeled back the layers of thick absorbent terrycloth. There was no inner disposable lining. Nanny hadn't expected her little girl to soil herself twice in one day. She knew it wasn't necessary to bend down and sniff, even as she completed the humiliating ritual. She could already smell Daphne was dirty. Plus both women knew the effect the post-hypnotic trigger would have on their submissive little sissy, and the Nanny wasn't looking forward to changing her second poopy diaper of the day. "Yep. She's dirty," Emma dully reported, sighing heavily at the unpleasant task confronting her and muttering to herself, "Godammit!" The sticky brown mess was always harder to clean up when it was in a cloth nappy. Emma lowered Daphne's frock, twirled the embarrassed little girl around and snatched her hand. "Come with me, you dirty little girl! Nanny needs to give her smelly poopy baby a lovely hot bath. Come on!" She dragged the embarrassed big baby upstairs, berating her the whole way. Daphne grimaced at her Nanny's rougher-than-usual handling as she cleaned her messy bottom and bits on the change table, before making her crawl on all fours into the bathroom and climb into the tub. Emma had turned on the taps, put in the plug, and squirted in some strawberry-scented bubble bath before she undressed her stinky baby girl, so the bath was already half-filled with sweet smelling bubbles. The water was too hot for Daphne as usual, but Nanny seemed to be in a rush this evening as she turned off the taps. She forced her reluctant charge to hop in anyway, squealing and dancing in pain. The hairless little girl was shocked when a spray of pee-pee squirted from her limp caged clittie as soon as she had both feet in the hot water, and Nanny gave her a crisp hard smack across the bottom before she could hide her disgrace under the bubbles. CRACK! "Owie!" Nanny had a large strong hand. "Bad baby!" Emma gruffly scolded the little girl. "Naughty girl! You know you're not supposed to pee-pee in the bath. That's naughty!" "Thowwy Nanny," Daphne apologised, blushing in shame. She tried to stem the flow and failed, then gave up. Her hands searched through the suds, patting her chest and tummy, unconsciously seeking the comfort of her missing dum-dums. It was so soothing to suck on the familiar rubber teat at times like this. One hand rose to rub her chin, and Daphne surreptitiously let the tip of her thumb slip between her puffy pink lips. Yuck! She spat out some soap bubbles, wiped her thumb clean and tried again. Nanny's hands seemed unnecessarily rough when she hurriedly scrubbed every inch of Daphne's hide, from her eyebrows down to the soles of her feet. She was careful not to get her thumb-sucking charge's pretty platinum curls wet, though. When Emma washed Daphne's bot-bot and clittie with a hot soapy washer, the little girl couldn't help getting excited, and she screwed up her face and twitched in pain as the tiny silver ring bit deep. It wasn't until Daphne whimpered in agony and plucked her thumb from her lips, both hands dancing in the suds around her tummy and hovering uselessly over her groin, that the cruel Nanny relented and moved on the another part of her hairless little body. Daphne was surprised when after lifting her out and roughly towelling her dry, Nanny led her out of the bathroom and through the Nursery towards the stairs with only the damp towel wrapped around her narrow shoulders. "Wha- what about my nappy?" she asked in confusion. She'd seen her night nappies laid out ready on the change table in passing. Emma held up one of Daphne's disposable diapers as she rudely ushered her little girl down the stairs ahead of her. "I've got one right here. Don't you worry your little head about it, Baby Daphne! You just get downstairs into the lounge room. Everyone's waiting for you." Jane and Jake were sitting on one of the grey leather lounges together, drinks in the hands that weren't clasped together in Jane's lap. Jake had taken off his suit coat and removed his tie. The collar of his white business shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, revealing the tight black curls at the top of his manly chest and his muscular hairy forearms. Emma smiled knowingly at the tenting bulge in the front of Jake's pinstriped trousers, and she couldn't help licking her parted red lips in unspoken desire. It was easy to see Jake was well-endowed. "Ah! Here they are!" Jane cried, sitting up and placing her crystal tumbler of Scotch and dry in front of her on the low wooden table. The ice cubes tinkled like wind chimes in a sultry breeze. She released Jake's hand and demurely rearranged the flaps of her shiny white robe to cover herself, her smile unreadable. Jake placed his almost-empty bottle of beer on the coffee table too, and he tossed Emma and Daphne a broken smile of greeting. Pink-cheeked and moist from her hot bath, with a huge fluffy pink bath sheet draped around Daphne's slender shoulders, her tight platinum curls bobbing merrily with her every hesitant step - Jake couldn't believe how small and feminine his ex-boss looked! Or how juvenile! Especially standing next to the tall, attractive young athlete in charge of her. Beside her smiling teenage Nanny, Daphne looked like a pretty pre-pubescent little girl. A frightened little girl! Jane seemed to sense her lover's mounting hesitation and she smoothly interjected herself into the action, sliding a foot away along the leather lounge from the broad- shouldered hunk and waving her little girl forward. "Baby Daphne, come over here and stand between Uncle Jake and Mummy, sweetheart." Nanny released Daphne's moist little paw and thrust her forwards, and the blushing baby shuffled around the coffee table to stand in the indicated spot, between the knees of the two seated adults. "Good girl. Give that diaper to Jake, please Emma. Thank you." When the Nanny obeyed, Jane imperiously waved her away. Emma stood on the other side of the grey leather lounge facing them, an expectant smile on her red lips. Jake held up the folded diaper, glancing at his girlfriend in confusion. "You have to put it over your lap before you spank her," Jane explained, motioning to his lap. Daphne's hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasped in fear, her pale blue eyes wide and her long lustrous lashes fluttering girlishly. In a tone dripping with contempt Jane continued, "My little piddle-pants baby can't be trusted not to pee all over your lap while you're punishing her naughty bot-bot!" "Oh!" When Jake dithered about, Jane snatched the huge white diaper from his hands, unfolded it and lay it over his lap, taking the opportunity to briefly caress her man's faltering erection at the same time. With his pinstripe trousers safely covered by the puffy white adult disposable, Jane ripped away her whimpering sissy's damp towel, carelessly tossing it towards the Nanny and ordering, "Take that, Nanny." Emma collected the towel from where it landed on the other lounge, scowling at her employer in disapproval. Jane barely noticed. Daphne was standing on Jake's right, her slender naked body mostly turned towards her Mummy, pink and steaming from her hot bath. Jane grabbed her snivelling child's hips and turned her to face Uncle Jake, making her boyfriend face reality. Jake's eyes automatically dropped from the little girl's frightened feminine face, over her smooth hairless chest, down to her bare crotch - where it all went horribly wrong. There was a tiny little penis at the junction of the little girl's trembling baby-smooth thighs, shattering the illusion and making Jake feel somehow betrayed. The silver rings twinkled brightly in the lights, irresistibly drawing his eyes to her useless miniscule equipment. Daphne noticed the direction of his burning gaze and she demurely covered her bits and pieces with both cupped hands, blushing rosily like any shy little girl. Her manicured pink nails glistened almost wetly in the lights, her pale hands so tiny and feminine. Jake shook his head to dispel these weird thoughts and glanced down at the floor. Daphne's little feet and tiny pink-painted toenails looked so cute and girly. She was trying to trick him! To make him feel sorry for her - no, him ! It was so confusing! When Jake made no move to assume control, Jane grunted in chagrin and took over, forcing her terrified little girl to bend forward at the waist and lean over Jake's lap. The big burly man caught her featherweight body before she tumbled to the floor, and he automatically rearranged the whimpering little girl over his lap as he would for any of his tinier masochistic girlfriends. This wasn't his first rodeo, by any means! Daphne's plump curvaceous little cheeks poked up temptingly in the air, still damp and rosy from the hot bath, wobbling attractively as she helplessly wriggled about. Once again Jake was stunned by how feminine Daphne looked, especially from this angle. She had a tiny waist and her slender hips widened almost girlishly by comparison, her pale-pink shivering buttocks generous and well-rounded. The complete lack of any visible body hair on her shapely little legs only enhanced the illusion of femininity. With her mass of tight blonde ringlets and her dainty painted pink finger and toenails, she looked exactly like a little girl from this angle - a naughty little girl about to be punished! His erection surged at the sadistic thought, but then Jake felt confused again. He shouldn't feel turned-on! This was a man over his lap. A poor excuse for a man, but a man nonetheless. But his sexy girlfriend was whispering seductively in his ear, "Do it Jake, do it! Spank her naughty little bottom good and hard!" Jake knew the only way he could resolve his inner conflict was to treat Daphne like a real girl. A naughty little girl who had begged him to give her a good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking! One she well and truly deserved! His erection surged to new life, rising up to pulsate madly against the soft body pressing against him. Daphne gave a soft cry of alarm when she could feel the head of Jake's huge erection poking into her tummy, despite the padding of the puffy disposable between them. She wriggled about on Jake's broad lap for a few moments, trying to make herself more comfortable - and becoming increasingly aware of how big and hard he really was! Jake held on to the image of Daphne as a bad little girl and with a growl he raised his right hand high, stretching his powerful arm in readiness. Jane caught hold of his wrist. "Remember, Jake - all the hours you wasted in dozens of airports, waiting for this naughty sissy to collect her suitcases full of fetish stuff?" she demanded, spurring on her lover. "I remember," he sourly replied. "Remember how pissed-off you were with David's incompetence in the office? The way he took credit for your sales figures, and tried to undercut you?" "That bastard!" His flushed face turned crimson with anger. Jane didn't bother trying to hide her pleased smile. Daphne could hear it in Mummy's voice and her fluttering eyes filled with tears as Jane egged him on. "You read that grovelling letter from Baby Daphne? She deserves to be punished. She wants to be punished! She needs to be punished - by you !" Jake nodded emphatically. "You're right! I agree - but I want to hear her beg for it, first." He raised his deep booming voice slightly. "You heard me, Daphne. Beg me to give you a spanking!" The tears that always lurked close to the surface suddenly welled in Daphne's eyes. "Oh thir! Yeth thir! Pweathe Unca Jake? Pweathe thir, will you thpank my naughty bot-bot? Sniff-sniff! Pweathe gib me a good hard thpanking, thir? I've been bewwy bewwy naughty!" In answer Jake's huge meaty palm came hurtling down on her perfectly-presented posterior, his hand large enough to easily cover both buttocks in one strike. WHACK! "Ow!" Daphne squealed in anguish as her body was driven forward momentarily. Jakes left hand gripped the scruff of her neck, stabilising her for the next blow. His bare hand fell with more force than Mummy's arm when she used the paddle! WHACK! "Ow! Owie!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Oww! Wah! Waah! Waahh!" It hurt even more on flesh still warm and damp from a scalding-hot bath. There was no sexual pleasure for Daphne in submitting to Jake. There was only pain and suffering. Baby Daphne didn't even think about her limp little clittie, trapped as it was in its silver prison. Her whole world was focused on the savage beating to which her poor little bottom was being subjected. Every powerful blow made her body jerk with the force, and her high-pitched screams turned to an endless ululation of agony. Only Jake's iron grip on her neck kept her from flying off his lap. She wasn't even aware when her bladder cut loose, the copious wet warmth puddling safely in the diaper under her tummy and crotch. Emma leaned her hips against the corner of the lounge, surreptitiously pressing her groin against the padded leather backing through her denim miniskirt. The teenager was so turned-on watching big handsome Jake spank Baby Daphne, she felt her damp panties were in danger of being overwhelmed! She'd been attracted to the tall, well-built executive from the first time she'd laid eyes on him, although she'd been careful to give her possessive employer no sign of her true feelings. Jake was so damned tall and good-looking, and she loved a man with a real physique. Watching this Adonis beat their submissive little sissy's bum black and blue made Emma's sadistic heart beat with new intensity, and she couldn't control the moist wanton feeling between her legs. With all eyes fixed on the sado-masochistic performance on the lounge opposite, no one was looking when Emma let her left hand cover her right breast, cupping and squeezing firmly, her index finger and thumb tweaking her sensitive erect nipple through her lightweight cotton blouse. Electric jolts of sensation shot from her nipple to her clit, making her throbbing bud stiffen and swell inside its little pink hood. Emma gasped quietly and her large top teeth covered her plump red bottom lip, biting down as she fought to keep herself silent. She bent and straightened her knees slightly, sliding her puffy moist crotch up and down, pressing harder against the corner of the lounge and making it caress her sweet spot. She was grateful the sounds of the vicious spanking and the baby's loud cries drowned out her muffled moans of passion when she started to helplessly climax. Jane was so excited watching her lover beat her husband, she wanted to throw the flaps of her robe apart and ram her fingers inside her damp panties and strum her tingling clit - but she felt inhibited with the attractive young Nanny standing nearby watching them. "That's it, Jake," Jane hoarsely urged her lover, her voice husky with arousal. "You teach that bad little girl a lesson! That's it! Beat that bad baby's butt!" Her hands gradually crept into her lap, her curled fingers unable to stay away from her steamy crotch. Even though Jake knew he was punishing his old boss - and he sure as hell deserved it! - the person over his lap looked, sounded, acted, and felt like a little girl. She even smelled like a little girl, hints of sweet strawberry scent wafting up to his nostrils from her flaming red cheeks as he speed-dried them with his hard palm. Her whole body jolted with the force of each blow, and he had to use his huge left hand to maintain her precarious position over his lap. Her little feet thrashed about in pain and she wailed like a contrite little girl, but Jake was pleased to see at least she had been well-trained enough to keep her hands out of his way. 'Or else - she really wants this!' he speculated, and he increased the force of his blows. After about twenty or so more really vicious spanks, Daphne began wailing and keening like a penitent little girl, her little body collapsing over his lap as she surrendered completely to her punishment. Jake's pounding hand gradually slowed to a halt, and he rested his tingling palm against her blazing crimson buttocks for a moment, enjoying the heat emanating from those battered little cheeks. He was aware of a spreading patch of warmth against his upper thighs, and he was pretty sure the wailing little girl had wet herself during her spanking. Jane watched her lover unconsciously caress the tender burning buttocks of her crying little girl, and she grimaced in annoyance. "Do you think she's learned her lesson?" Jane demanded provocatively, poking Jake's side with her elbow when he was slow to respond. Her throaty voice carried the sound of sexual promise. 'I think so. Just to be sure..." He gave Daphne's bruised bottom one more good hard wallop, and the little girl jerked and shrieked in agony before collapsing again in her usual wailing and crying. Jane had to cough delicately, clear her throat and swallow before she spoke again. "Alright, Baby Daphne, your punishment is over. You may get up now," Mummy crooned in her sugary toddler tones. It took Daphne's a few seconds to collect herself, and she slid off Jake's lap onto her knees, hiccupping back the sobs, tears and snot staining her pretty face. Her hands leaped behind her back, briskly rubbing her stinging cheeks with both palms to ease the throbbing pain. Jake picked up the diaper from his lap and showed the women the distinct yellow patch. Jane grinned in triumph and reached past her kneeling baby to pat Jake's thigh, surreptitiously reaching up to check the state of his erection, pleased to find him harder than ever. "I warned you she was a hopeless little panty-wetter," she reminded Jake with a winning smile. He tossed aside the used diaper with a grimace of disgust and Jane waved to Emma. "Take care of that, will you Nanny? And you can put our little cry-baby to bed now." "Yes Ma'am." As the Nanny led the naked sobbing child from the room, Jane leaned over and grabbed at Jake's tenting crotch. She clutched his swollen manhood through his trousers, curling her fingers as far as possible around his hot hard shaft. "Mmm! Good," she murmured in approval in that deep sultry voice, squeezing him rhythmically and making him even harder. "I'm glad punishing my baby excites you! I can feel you're all ready for me!" Jake brushed apart the flaps of her satin robe and cupped her heavy meaty breasts, gently squeezing the fleshy orbs with his strong thick fingers and plucking at her stiffening nipples till she gasped.. "I want you," he groaned, lowering his head to kiss her crinkled russet caps. "I need you, Jane. Right here, right now!" "Not yet, honey," she replied, grabbing his hair and lifting his face so she could kiss those wonderful full sensual lips. She released his erection and he turned his body so he could press the hard swollen length of it against her body. His tongue gently forced her lips apart, caressing the sensitive inner folds and making her wet kitten tingle madly. "Wait, Jake! Please wait?" Jane breathlessly begged her ardent lover, pulling her face back and pressing both palms against his broad manly chest. She pushed him away, but he was so big, so heavy and strong. "Wait till the Nanny puts the baby down for the night in her cot. She'll leave then, and we can go to my bedroom and make love where our chastised sissy can hear every cry of passion, every scream of ecstasy." When Jake didn't seem discouraged, Jane wriggled out from under him and leapt to her feet. "Let me get you a fresh drink," she suggested. "I need a top-up, too." Even though she'd been able to bring herself off by masturbating against the lounge, Emma was still horny! She thought Jake was unbearably handsome, and watching him enthusiastically punish her naughty little sissy had been cream on the cake for the sadistic Nanny. She imagined herself locking Daphne in the crib, racing downstairs and jumping on Jake's lap, burying his enormous cock inside her dripping pussy. She envied Jane's planned night of passion with him. She ignored Daphne's tears as she helped the crying child climb onto the change table, whimpering in pain from her searing buttocks. Nanny powdered and diapered her, and she pinned her in the usual two thick cloth nappies for night time. A transparent pink pair of plastic panties were pulled over the top and tucked in. Emma helped Daphne crawl into her crib, and she rolled onto her right side with her head on the pillow. The snivelling baby straightened her silky white nylon baby doll nightie over her tummy and stared sightlessly at the room, her eyes still awash with tears. Daphne's battered bottom throbbed painfully inside her soothing fluffy nappy, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to lie on her back just yet. Emma turned to pick up Daphne's bedtime bottle of warm milk and her dummy from the dresser, but then the Nanny paused. 'What the hell!' Emma thought defiantly. 'Every adult in this house is getting off tonight - except me!' The horny teen replaced the items on the dresser and slid her hands under her denim miniskirt. Emma ripped down her tiny black nylon knickers, the sodden cotton gusset peeling away from her sensitive spot like a sticky band-aid and making her gasp. She unzipped and kicked off her high-heeled boots, reefed her denim mini high around her hips, and marched back to the crib. Daphne gave a little squeak of surprise when instead of raising the railing as usual, Nanny climbed into the crib on all fours. She forcibly rolled Daphne onto her back and mounted her, manoeuvring her long lanky frame until she was kneeling astride the astonished sissy's face facing the headboard. Emma had a half-inch-wide landing strip of light brown curls either side of her nether lips, but other than that, she was smooth and hairless as a newborn down there. Her moist aromatic crotch loomed over the baby's face and Daphne could see all the way inside her excited Nanny. The intoxicating musky aroma of Emma's arousal filled the baby's flaring nostrils and she inhaled sharply. She smelled so different from Mummy! Emma curled her long strong fingers in Daphne's tight blonde ringlets, tightened her grip and used the little girl's curls like a handle to steer her sloppy wet mouth towards her dripping opening. "Lick Nanny's pussy, little girl," Emma hoarsely commanded, spreading her knees wider and lowering her steamy crotch onto her baby's upturned face. "Lick me!" Daphne obediently poked out her wet pink tongue and began lapping at Emma's juicy slit. She tasted different, too - a sharper, tangier flavour than Mummy's sweet kitten. It took the little girl a few seconds to locate Emma's hard little clit and peel away the tiny hood with the tip of her tongue, but once the sensitive little bud of woman flesh had been exposed, the submissive sissy set to with gusto. The biting pain in her own clittie warned Daphne that this wasn't about her pleasure. The sooner she made her Nanny happy, the sooner she would be left in peace and quiet in her crib with her bottle. After a few minutes of enthusiastic lapping, Emma gasped in ecstasy and grabbed the top of the headboard with her free hand, fighting to remain upright as she began to noisily climax. Daphne let Nanny's swollen clit scrape backwards and forwards against the flat of her slick wet tongue as Emma ruthlessly ground her pelvis against her face, the dominant woman whimpering and moaning at the intensity of her orgasm. When she was finally satisfied, Emma breathlessly dismounted and slid down from the crib. She smiled raggedly at the gasping little girl's shiny cum-soaked face, raised the barred railing till it locked in place, then handed the baby her bottle of warm milk. "Good girl," she praised the panting sissy, smiling in approval when Daphne thrust the dripping teat between her lips and started lustily nursing. The little girl rolled onto her side holding the bottle to her face, watching her Nanny as she collected her dum-dums from the dresser. With a sly smile for her noisily-slurping charge, Nanny lowered the oversized pacifier to the steamy junction of her thighs and slipp