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Chapter 1 It was Friday evening at long last. As I shut the back door, I was relishing the prospect of the weekend ahead. Tonight, out with my friends to the pub followed by a take-away. A lie-in Saturday morning, just getting up for lunch time opening, then off to the football match. Saturday night would see me out clubbing, and Sunday? I'd wait to see what delights Saturday night brought. Mum had my tea ready for me. As the door closed she walked across to the cooker, put on her oven glove and took my plate out of the oven. From the look on her face, I could tell she had been preparing herself for my return. She didn't approve of my weekend activities and I knew a lecture was coming as I sat down at the table. She was aware that this was the only time that she could lecture me without me walking away. "I hope you're not going out drinking again this weekend David. You're not eighteen for another six months yet, it's against the law and you know it, you'll get a police record. Don't expect me to come and bail you out if you're arrested. You'll end up a bad one like your Dad .............." she droned on and on. It was no wonder Dad had left. I was beginning to be able to shut out her nagging the same way he did. I had found out that if I argued she shouted louder, and longer. I gulped down my tea, waited for a lull in her monologue and dashed up to my room. After turning on the stereo, I flopped onto my bed and lit a cigarette. There was a knock at my door. "Come in Sis," I shouted. I knew it was my sister Claire, Mum was banned from my room. "You are a sod David," she began. "Mum has a rotten time and it wouldn't hurt you to be polite. She's really upset at the prospect of you getting drunk again." "Don't you start Sis, I work all week and I'm entitled to let my hair down at the weekend," I replied. "Anyway, what are you after, a loan?" I was proud of Claire, she worked hard at school and was expected to do well enough in her exams to get into the sixth form. She spent all her weekends studying and consequently never had any money. The only money she ever earned was from the occasional baby-sitting job. She was a good kid and I never minded slipping her a bit if money. "No, it's not that David." She looked down at her feet. "Come on Sis, spit it out." "I wanted to ask you a favour. Can you help me tonight?" she blurted it out so quickly I hardly caught what she said. I could sense that she expected me to say no and I felt rotten that she could doubt me. "If I can, I will," I answered, then added, "What do you want me to do?" Claire looked a bit easier, as though she had leaped the first hurdle. She was still finding it difficult to tell me what she wanted and it was only with a great effort that she carried on. "I've double booked for baby-sitting this evening and Mum can't help me, she's got visitors coming. I can't afford to lose either of my customers." I could tell she was really distressed. It wasn't like her to make mistakes and she would be as upset for the people she was letting down as she would be to lose them as customers. "Will you baby-sit for Aunty Geeta?" she was practically pleading with me. "Come on Sis, it's Friday! I'm really looking forward to going out. What would I tell my mates, and besides, you know what I think of babies." "Mum was right, she said you wouldn't help me." With that the tears started to flow and her shoulders began to shake. I stood up, put my cigarette in the ashtray and wrapped my arms around her. She wasn't doing it on purpose, but she always got her way if she cried. I could feel myself weakening already. "What would happen if the baby woke up?" I reasoned. "I couldn't stand to change its nappies and I certainly couldn't cuddle it, or feed it." She must have thought about this as she had an answer ready. "Little Daniel is ever so good and Aunty Geeta only lives a mile away. If he wakes up you can phone Mum and she can pop across for a few minutes." She looked up at me, sensed my unease, then pressed on. "Your mates needn't know, you could tell them you've got a last minute date." She looked up expectantly and smiled as she realised that I was at the point of saying yes. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I could feel her tears on my face and didn't have the heart to say no. "Can I tell Aunty Geeta that you will be going round?" she asked. "O.K. you win," I replied, resigned now to a ruined Friday night. "Oh David, you are wonderful." She ran out of the room and thundered down the stairs to the telephone. I had been really duped. Claire had omitted telling me that she was going to stay the night so that my Aunt could remain out late. As I walked to my Aunts house I tried to think positively. Think of the money I would save by not going out. I would have even more money for drink on Saturday. I was also looking forward to seeing Aunty Geeta again. She wasn't really my Aunt, we had known her for about ten years. She had worked with my Mum in the same office until she had left to have her baby. It had caused quite a stir at the time, as she wasn't married and no one had ever seen her out with a man. Up to that point she had been the subject of many of my fantasies, and although no-one had seen the father, I sensed that none of my fantasies were going to become reality. Chapter 2 Geeta was Danish. She had soon recovered her figure after the birth of the baby and was once more tall and slender. Her facial features were delicately angular and her short blonde hair gave her a boyish look. This was emphasised by her mode of dressing. She normally wore tight fitting jeans and tee-shirts at home and seldom wore, or needed, make- up. Her house was in a victorian terrace. It was large, having four bedrooms on what seemed to be as many floors. As I knocked on the door I reflected that it had been quite a few months since I had seen her. She answered the door and let me in. Her little son was perched on her hip, freshly bathed and dressed in a babygrow ready for bed. He was holding a teddy in one arm and his other hand was firmly gripping his mothers dress. A blue dummy stuck out of his mouth and he gurgled happily. "Hello David, come on in. Can you hold Daniel for me, I'm running a bit late." She spoke excellent english but her accent was still very evident. I found her extremely attractive. She passed me the infant who I held awkwardly. He smelt sickly sweet of baby lotion and talcum powder; I cringed as I felt his thickly padded backside, dreading to think what might be inside it. A large drop of dribble hung off his chin. I tried to hide my feeling of disgust and held him away from me as I followed Geeta into the kitchen. "Help yourself to food and drinks tonight David. You shouldn't need to call your Mum, but if you do, all Daniels' things are in his nursery. She will know what to do." Geeta finished off putting on her make-up. She wasn't wearing much, but she looked stunning. She was wearing a long slinky black dress with a broad red leather belt. I felt jealous of the man she was to be spending the evening with. Little Daniel seemed unaware of my feelings towards him and he bobbed up and down causing me to grip tightly on to him. Geeta smiled and beckoned me to follow her. As she walked up the stairs in front of me, I thought back to the numerous occasions I had dreamed of walking behind her up to her bedroom. Unfortunately that wasn't where we were heading now. We stopped on the first landing and she pointed to a door. "You can sleep in there David. It is next to the nursery so that you can hear Daniel if he wakes. The walls are that thick in this house that it is sometimes difficult to hear." I followed her past my room and into the nursery. Little Daniel really was spoilt. The room was very brightly decorated and filled with toys. Geeta took Daniel from me and lowered him into a heavily draped rocking crib. He smiled as Geeta pulled up the covers to his chin and kissed him. She talked to him gently in Danish as she stroked his face. His cheeks moved as he started to suck strongly on the dummy, slowly his eyes closed and he drifted contentedly off to sleep. We tiptoed out of the room and Geeta pulled the door quietly closed. "He doesn't normally wake up, but his baby alarm is switched on so you can hear him downstairs. There are a couple of cans of lager in the fridge, you can have those, but please don't smoke in the house, it is very unhealthy." Geeta was telling me this as she walked quickly down the stairs with me following. She pulled on her high heeled shoes. "Don't wait up, I will be very late. See you in the morning." With that she was gone. The house seemed very quiet as I walked back to the kitchen to find the fridge. I loaded up a tray with the lager and some snacks and headed towards the lounge. The lager was proper Danish pilsner and slipped down my throat easily, however, it didn't seem right drinking and not smoking. After finishing the first can I lit up a cigarette, it would be hours before she came home and I was sure the smell would have disappeared by then. Television was pretty boring and my mind kept wandering back to the sight and smell of Geeta as she swished majestically up the stairs. I could feel my excitement growing inside my pants and for once decided an early night would not go amiss. I carefully cleared up all evidence of my smoking and even tidied up after myself, leaving the room as neat as I had found it. Only in my fantasies had I visited Geetas' bedroom, and I resolved to see for real what it was actually like. Instead of leaving the stairs at the first landing, I carried on to the next and tried to open the doors that stood in front of me. Both were locked. I bent down to peer through the keyholes, but could make out nothing in either room. I carried on to the next landing. As I opened the door I realised that this was Geetas' room, the smell of her perfume drifted out. It was more femininely furnished than I had imagined. All the curtains and bed covers were made from a deep pink satin material. The wall paper and carpet were a matching pale pink, the carpet being a deep shag pile. Geeta had obviously had problems deciding what to wear that evening as a pile of her clothes laid on the bed. I walked across and sat down on the bed running my hand over the smooth cold cover until it brushed against her clothes. There was a silk blouse which caused my penis to strain against my jeans as I thought about it rubbing against Geetas' breasts. I held it to my face and buried my nose into the fabric to draw in any smell of Geeta that might remain. My erection was becoming painful and I decided to relieve myself on her bed. I stripped off quickly and lay down. The mattress on the bed was very soft, and I found myself sinking into the wonderful smooth material. I pulled the blouse over my face and rubbed myself gently and slowly, savouring my position. The smell of Geeta seemed to surround me and I imagined her peeling off her clothes, coming across to the bed and..... "David, what the hell do you think you are doing!!" It was Geetas' voice. Chapter 3 I froze. What was she doing home this early? Why hadn't I heard her come in to the house or up the stairs? What on earth was I going to say? I couldn't even pluck up the courage to take her blouse off my very red face. Geeta pulled it back sharply and stared down at me. Her whole body radiated disgust and anger as she stared down at me. "Turn over you pervert, I don't want to look at your little penis." As I turned over she walked towards the phone and picked it up, I still couldn't think of anything to say. "What am I going to tell your Mother, she told me she was having problems with you, but I didn't realise just what she had to put up with. How is Claire going to take it? You know she thinks the world of you." "Please don't tell them Geeta, it would really hurt them," I pleaded. "It would destroy Claire, she would blame herself for persuading me to baby-sit, and Mum would chuck me out." "You don't deserve any sympathy, wearing my clothes, I'll never be able to use that blouse again. Do you play in your Mums clothes?" "It's not like that Geeta." I hesitated but realised the only way I could leave with any credibility was to tell the truth. "I'm not a transvestite, it's just because the blouse is yours and smells of you. I ... I've always dreamed of sharing your bed, and this is the nearest I thought I'd ever get." Once I'd spat it out I was expecting her to soften but it only caused her to laugh and become even angrier. "You stupid little boy, do you think I could ever even fancy someone like you." The depth of feeling in her voice was clear and it really hurt me. "You need punishing and if you don't want your family to know about your dirty habits, it will have to be me that does it," she continued. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable; my penis was pushing into the silky cover. I had nearly reached my climax and Geetas presence was causing my penis to throb painfully. The sensation was indescribable and I moved my hand under my body to massage it. Geeta noticed what I was doing and screamed at me. "Stop it now!" she ordered. "Put your hands behind your back, how dare you masturbate when I'm here. Now, what do you want me to do, phone your Mum or teach you to behave yourself?" I removed my hand and lay still. It didn't appear that I had much choice. "I'd rather my Mum didn't know Geeta," I replied. "What will you do?" "I'm going to start by fastening your hands so you are not tempted to fiddle about with yourself." She took a thin plastic belt from one of the dresses and roughly wrapped it around my wrists. I felt it cut into my skin as she pulled it sharply to test the knot she had tied. "If you want me to punish you, you will have to ask me properly first. Then I'll decide what punishment to give you. You can start by calling me Aunty Geeta." My head was on one side and it hurt to look up at her. She stood with her legs apart causing the skirt of her dress to pull tightly and emphasising her shapely legs. Her hands were placed on her hips and she glared down at me. She was obviously waiting for me to ask. "Aunty Geeta, would you punish me," I said. "Try again David, but this time remember the magic word and tell me why you need punishing." My mouth was dry and it was with great difficulty I forced myself to ask again. "Would you punish me please Aunty Geeta, because I..." I stumbled with the words. "Because you are a PERVERT," she prompted, "try again." "Please will you punish me Aunty Geeta, because I'm a .. pervert." "O.K. David. Now I have to think of a something suitable. I don't believe in corporal punishment, so I'm not going to hit you." She raised her right hand to her chin and stroked it as she thought deeply. A smile came to her lips and I knew she was conjuring up something I wasn't going to find pleasurable. "Did you look in the rooms on the next landing down when you were snooping round my house David?" she enquired. "No Aunty Geeta," I answered, failing to admit that I had tried, but the doors were locked. "Good," she said, "your punishment is to spend the night in my playroom. Leave your clothes where they are and lead the way." My heart lifted, my punishment wasn't to be too bad after all. I got off the bed with difficulty and Geeta grabbed hold of the belt. She followed me to the doorway and pulled me back as she grabbed a bunch of keys from a hook on the back of the door. She pushed me to indicate I should go and followed me down the stairs to the landing and then along to the locked doors. "Your punishment, David, is to do exactly as you are told without question. Is that understood?" "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied. "If you behave and take your punishment, no-one need know of your escapade tonight, or what's going to happen to you next." I started to feel uneasy, but Geeta was firmly holding onto my bound arms. In my present state, I could hardly run off. It looked as though I was going to have to suffer the consequences of my earlier actions. She unlocked a door and pushed me into the dark room, then followed me in and locked the door before turning on the light. Chapter 4 I couldn't believe my eyes. The room was furnished in a similar way to Daniels' room, except all the furniture was bigger. I backed to the wall, slowly beginning to realise what might be in store for me. Geeta grinned as she watched the expression on my face change. "From now on, David, you don't talk unless I ask you to, just listen and make sure you do as you are told. I noticed your reaction to Daniel earlier, what is it about my little son that you find so distasteful?" I hadn't realised my feelings had been quite so badly hidden. In my current position I felt that I had to try to keep Geeta as happy as possible so I tried to sound remorseful. "I don't know Aunty Geeta, it's not just Daniel. I feel that way with any baby or even babies things," I replied. "I think it must be their helplessness and lack of body control I don't like." "I thought it might be something like that. Tonight I'm going to treat you like a baby, seeing as you find them so disgusting, it seems like an ideal way of teaching you a lesson." I opened my mouth to protest, but the look on Geetas face persuaded me it wouldn't be wise. I needed time to try and figure a way out and I needed to get my hands free. "Aunty Geeta, my wrists are really hurting, please......" "Shut up, I didn't ask you to speak," Geeta cut in, then added, "Do you want me to take the belt off?" "Yes please Aunty Geeta," I replied. "Tell me you'll be a good little baby." I felt myself going red. I couldn't bring myself to say the words even though I could see her getting agitated. "I'm waiting for an answer - BABY!" "I'll be a .. a good.. little.. baby Aunty Geeta." I forced it out, unable to look her in the face. At that moment I would have said anything to get my arms free. "Good. Now let's have you in your play pen and I'll take off that nasty belt." She pointed towards a large play pen in the centre of the room. It had a built in base which was covered in a brightly patterned plastic material. I didn't like the prospect of getting into it, but figured I would at least get my wrists undone and I would be one step nearer making my escape. I walked across to the play pen and stepped over its side, turning my back to Geeta so that she could undo the belt. "Sit down baby, here, near the corner." Geeta had picked up a long length of wooden dowelling. Even though she had told me she didn't believe in corporal punishment, I was conscious of my naked body and the pain she could easily inflict. I did as I was told. The plastic was soft and cold on my behind. Geeta reached through the bars, but instead of undoing the belt she pulled my elbows back and fed the dowel along the side of the play pen and inside the crook of my elbows. The effect of this was to force my shoulders back and my face forwards. The pain on my wrists was excruciating and I yelled out. Geeta got up and walked across to a cupboard. When the door was opened it revealed hooks covered in what appeared to be leather belts of all thicknesses and lengths. Geeta turned to look at me, thought for a second or two, then turned back to make a selection from one of the hooks. "We'll soon have that belt off you little one," she said as she walked back towards me. True to her word Geeta did remove the belt, but only after she had secured my forearms together, and to the bars of the play pen, with the strap she had taken from the cupboard. Geeta gently massaged my wrists and I could feel my hands throbbing as the circulation returned. I was now in an even worse position, true my wrists were no longer hurting, but I was effectively helpless. "You won't be able to undo the straps, but just to discourage you from trying you are going to wear some lovely thick mittens." She fetched the padded mittens from the cupboard, placed one over each hand and tied them at the wrist. In the distance I could hear the door bell ring, she looked round towards the door before turning back to me. "Now David, that will be my friend Anna. If you are a very quiet little boy I won't bring her up to see you, but any noise at all and I'll let Anna help me punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied. "Good. While I'm downstairs, have a good look around you and see if you can figure out what I've got planned for you." She reached down and ruffled my hair before leaving the room and relocking the door. As soon as the sound of her footfalls disappeared, I struggled frantically to try and release my hands and arms. It was no good, they were held securely. Geeta had obviously practised this before. As that thought crossed my mind, I wondered why she had a room like this. Just who had she practised on previously and most importantly, what had happened to them? I surveyed the parts of the room I could see. On the wall directly in front of me was a floor to ceiling mirror. I avoided looking into it as my reflection looked back at me miserably. In addition to ordinary things like wardrobes, vanity sink unit and matching sets of drawers, the room also held some outsize furniture. Apart from the play pen, the largest piece of furniture in the room was the crib, this was behind me and only visible in the mirror. Like Daniels', it was very ornate and covered in lace drapes, the end supports for the crib suggested that it could be rocked. Other furniture in the room included a high chair and a frame from which hung an extra large baby bouncer. There was also an adult size pushchair with transparent hood and apron. Nothing in the room gave me any great cheer, it would appear Geeta was completely in control and could do anything with me she wished. The effective way that she had dealt with me so far didn't give me much confidence that I might escape before she had completely humiliated me. I could only guess how much she was prepared to make me squirm and hoped that the arrival of her friend would result in my punishment being short and not too severe. Chapter 5 The key turned in the lock and Geeta entered. "I see you drank both cans of lager David, I bet you could do with relieving yourself before we begin, or do you want to save it for your nappy?" The very thought made me cringe and I struggled to get my arms free. Geeta smiled down at me. "It's no good struggling, you are going to be my baby for tonight whether you like it or not. Now tell me, do you want your nappy on now or are you going to use the potty?" I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out very long before I had to go to the toilet. The pot seemed the lesser of two evils so I gritted my teeth, lowered my head and said, "I'll use the pot." "No babykins, that's not good enough. You have to sound like a baby and you have to ask me nicely." I couldn't bring myself to ask her. "I haven't got all night baby, my friend is downstairs, maybe she'd like to help me put your nappy on." "Please Aunty Geeta,.... may I use the.... potty?" I said in a squeaky high pitched voice which I hoped would convince her. "All right little one." She laughed at my effort and fetched a large pink plastic pot from the cupboard. She brought it round behind me and helped me lift myself far enough for the pot to be slipped under my bottom. Her hand reached round me to make sure my penis was pointing down behind the splash shield then, satisfied, she walked across to a sink in the corner of the room and washed her hands. "Aunty Geeta is going downstairs for a little while," she told me. "I'll be back up to empty your pot and get you ready for bed soon." When she had gone and locked the door I was conscious of the sound of running water. She had left the tap running and the sound was not helping me. The urge to pass water was rapidly becoming an urgent necessity. I looked up and saw my pitiful reflection in the mirror, there seemed no point in holding out any longer and with a mixture of relief and disgust I started to wee in the pot. The noise seemed to echo around the room as a long stream of urine threatened to over fill the vessel. How I regretted going into her room and playing with myself. I did deserve some sort of telling off, but this was awful. If any of my friends or family found out I'd never be able to hold my head up again. It seemed to be ages before Geeta returned to the room. By the time she came back, my bottom was feeling numb. The rim of the pot had dug deeply into my skin and I was anxious that she should remove it as soon as possible. She obviously had other plans as she opened up the wardrobe door, took out a white plastic box about the size of a sports bag and brought it across to the play-pen. She then returned to the wardrobe and took out a long red rubber apron which she put on. It was only when she had taken a pair of rubber gloves from a drawer that she stood in front of me and looked down into the pot. She smiled as she pulled the gloves over her hands. "Well precious, you have been a busy baby. Is your botty sore?" she spoke to me as if I was a baby in that infuriating voice that women use when they coo over infants. "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied. "Good, now you can choose what sort of nappy you are going to wear. Do you want a nice soft terry one or a disposable one?" she asked. I didn't answer. She stood in front of me and crossed her arms. She looked very powerful and business like in the apron. I felt intimidated and weak. "You will be much more comfy when you get off that potty. If you want me to let you go tomorrow you will be a good baby and do as you are told." I believed her and made the decision to get my punishment over as quickly as possible. She seemed to sense that any fight I had was now gone and she walked round behind me. "Tell Aunty Geeta what kind of nappy you want to wear," she prompted. "The disposable ones," I whispered. "No baby, you have to ask nicely like a baby, remember." She leaned towards me and the smell of the rubber caused me to shiver. It seemed to emphasise my helplessness. "Please Aunty Geeta, c..c.can I wear a disposable nappy?" I asked. "Of course you can sweetheart," she replied. "Let me get one ready." She was right behind me but I could see her reflection in the mirror as she took a disposable out of the box, together with a bottle and another container. She urged me to lift my bottom off the pot which I did with a great deal of relief. The cool plastic was soothing on my behind as I lowered myself onto the play-pen floor and Geeta removed the pot from the play-pen. "Lift up your botty little one while I wipe it clean," she ordered. She took a scented wipe and rubbed it over my bottom and round my genitals. I could see her put some lotion onto the rubber gloves and this was also massaged gently into the same areas. The smell of the baby lotion drifted up to my nose and reminded me of how I had reacted to Daniel earlier in the evening. Her hands lingered around my penis and she massaged even more of the lotion there. My penis responded to the attention and I was afraid that Geeta would become annoyed. "Look at your little penis baby, it's getting all exited at the thought of being wrapped up in a lovely soft nappy. Lift up your botty while I put it under you." I slowly lifted my bottom off the floor knowing I would have to eventually and felt the nappy being pushed under me. She reached around me from the back and put it in place, folded the front up and fastened it tightly. I could feel her body pressing against my arms as she reached around me and the smell of her scent mingled with the rubber aroma and caused my legs to move uncontrollably. "There, doesn't that feel nice precious?" she asked as she held my penis through the thick padding of the nappy. "Now tell your Aunty what sort of plastic panties you want to wear. Would you like some plain pink ones or some lovely frilly panties?" I wriggled uncomfortably. Her hand was stroking the outside of the nappy and I have to admit I was beginning to enjoy myself. Now I realised I had no option but to do as I was told, it made sense to keep her happy. Who knows where it might end? "Can I wear the plain panties please Aunty Geeta?" I asked. She took a pair of hideous pink plastic pants from the box and stepped into the play-pen. As she lifted her leg over the top rail, the apron wrapped itself around my face. The smell was very strong. It seemed to accentuate my helplessness and Geetas power, as I couldn't get away from it. As she stepped backwards towards my feet her hands reached inside the pants and stretched the elastic of the waist. She watched me to see what reaction she was causing and smiled as she saw my expression change to one of distaste. She knelt down next to me and fed my feet, one at a time, through the legs of the pants. Her eyes didn't leave my face and she continued to smile as I struggled unsuccessfully to hide my feelings. "There's a good little baby for Aunty. I bet you picked these pretty pink ones so you could be a little girl baby. I think I'll call you Susykins, you'd like that wouldn't you?" I closed my eyes in shame as I lifted my bottom so that the pants could be pulled over the nappy. Geeta took her time making sure the elastic legs were properly tucked in. I kept my eyes closed so that I couldn't see her gloating over my predicament. "Little Susykins looks tired out, let's get you into your bed-y-byes." She stood up and her legs straddled me. She leaned over me and once more my face was forcibly buried into the rubber apron. Her body leaned heavily onto me, squashing my head against the bars. I struggled for breath hopelessly as she pulled out the dowel from behind my arms. As Geeta stood up again I gratefully filled my lungs and my body slumped forwards in relief. My arms were still strapped together behind my back but at least I had some movement in them. She helped me to my feet and indicated I could leave the play-pen. As she guided me towards the crib, the thick padding between my legs forced me to waddle awkwardly. Everything about the pants and nappy seemed to ridicule me, even the noise they made as they crackled and rustled against each other. I kept hoping that Geeta would relent, but it seemed that as I got used to one humiliation, she delighted in taking it further. As we reached the crib she waited to allow me to inspect it thoroughly. The inside was upholstered in soft white latex. At the bottom of the crib were two padded straps fixed to the sides. Towards the top was a leather harness which was designed to look like toddlers reins. I tried to back away from the cot but Geeta prevented me from moving. "It's no use Susykins, you wouldn't even be able to get out of your nursery, besides, where would you go dressed like that. Come on into your bed." She turned me round so that I faced the bottom of the crib, stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me. "Lean against me little one and lift your left leg in." As I did so, the crib swung slowly away from us. When it stopped, I found that my bottom was resting against the rubber sheet inside the crib. "Now the other one Susykins," urged Geeta. As I lifted the other leg in the air the crib swung back and I found myself sitting inside it. Geeta let go of my body and strapped my ankles in to the bottom of the crib. She unclipped the reins from one side of the crib and folded them out of the way. "Lie back for a minute Susykins while Aunty Geeta sorts you out a pretty nightie." I hesitated and Geeta put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back till I was laid painfully on my arms. "Remember baby, if you don't do as you are told, I might decide to tell about your 'crime' or your punishment. Every time you resist I will find an extra little baby treat for you. Because you didn't lie down straight away you will have to have your dummy in." She fetched a pink dummy from the white box and held it in front of my face. "This is just for you Susykins, now, ask for it nicely." "Please Aunty Geeta, can I have my dummy?" I had no choice. She put it into my mouth and held it as my lips closed round the teat. "Suck it nicely while I get your nightie," she ordered. She pushed the crib gently as she walked across to the drawers and it rocked slowly from side to side. When she returned she was holding a large sized pink baby doll nightie made from broderie anglais. "I'm sure this will fit you nicely. Sit up little one and I'll undo your arms, I bet they are hurting. Just remember, you still have the mittens on so you wont be able to undo the ankle straps. If you try anything silly, I might decide you can stay for the weekend." She was right, there was no escape. The dummy in my mouth was punishment for not doing as I was told quick enough, what would she do if I was foolish enough to attempt an abortive escape. Her arm went around my shoulders as she helped me to sit up. She seemed to sense the unease caused by her rubber apron when it brushed against me and reached around me from the front to undo the straps on my wrists. I didn't try anything silly, just welcomed the release of my arms and the freedom to move them around to the front of my body. When Geeta realised I was not going to struggle she stood back from me and smiled. "That's a clever little girl, lift up your handies so that I can put your nightie on." As I lifted my padded hands, the nightie was pulled over my arms and head. It was very short, barely reaching my legs as I sat in the crib. It smelled strongly of baby powder. My feeling of humiliation, as Geeta fastened the neck of the nightie, brought a lump to my throat. She lifted the reins from the side of the crib and held them out while I meekly placed my arms through the straps. They were tightly buckled behind my back and clipped into place. "Can you see how pretty you look Susykins, look in the mirror, give a big smile and wave to yourself." I turned to look in the mirror. The ridiculous reflection which returned my stare made it relatively easy to smile as long as I didn't associate the image with me. Geeta put her arm around me and looked at the mirror. "Wave the big baby night night, then you can lay down for your sleep," she instructed me. I waved and gratefully lay down so that I could no longer see myself and the joke that I had become. Geeta, on the other hand, seemed very happy with my transformation and co-operation. For the first time since I had known her she smiled at me in a way which indicated affection. "Aunty Geeta is going to tuck you in, but I'll be back to see you before I go to bed. Put your handies down by your side little one." When my arms were suitably placed, Geeta placed a patterned pink quilt over me. She put a teddy on the pillow next to me and started to sing a Danish lullaby as she rocked the crib and gently stroked my cheek. If it hadn't been for the humiliating position I was in I might well have enjoyed her attention. "When I come back up, I want to find you exactly like this, with your dummy in your mouth and your mittens on. If they aren't, I will be very, very cross and will have to think of another punishment. Do you understand baby?" she asked. "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied then added, "Aunty Geeta, can I ask you a question?" As I spoke the dummy distorted my speech into an infantile lisp. I hated the sound of my voice but there was something I had to know. "All right then, seeing as you are being a good baby." "Who was the last person that used this crib and what happened to them?" I asked. Her face clouded over and I was afraid that my inquisitiveness might have caused me more problems. She hesitated before replying. "Daniels father was the last, and only, person to lie in that crib. I can't tell you who he is, but he paid for and kitted out this room. He was supposed to be leaving his wife because she didn't understand his strange desires, but after getting me pregnant, he decided he didn't want competition with a real baby and went back to her." "She knew all about me and the games we played and threatened to tell everyone I was a prostitute if the story ever got out. He gives me money to look after Daniel so I'd be silly to risk losing that. The funny thing was, I was beginning to enjoy dressing him up and feeding him." She remained silent for a minute, obviously thinking about her situation and what used to be, before pulling herself together and looking down at me. She bent over me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Now, off to sleep Susykins." She lifted the quilt and pulled it up to my chin. The combined smell of the rubber sheet and baby lotion drifted up to my nose as the quilt rested on my chest. Geeta gave the crib one more push before leaving the room and relocking the door. Chapter 6 A feeling of panic swept over me. Up until I had asked Geeta that last question I was sure that my punishment would be short lived. I was beginning to have doubts. Her feelings towards me had changed from disgust to mild affection and she really did seem to miss having her 'big' baby. As the panic took hold of me I began to feel claustrophobic tied down in the crib. I pulled my arms out from under the quilt and looked at my mittened hands. There was no way I could remove the reins or leg straps without taking the mittens off. I spat out the dummy and started to bite the ribbons holding the mittens in place. I didn't think about how I was going to get out of the room or what I was going to wear to escape, I just couldn't bear being so helpless. The key turned in the lock and the door flew open. "You are a naughty baby," shouted Geeta as she ran across to the crib. "You stay in your bed until I tell you otherwise, and where is your dummy?" She went across to the cupboard and brought back several objects. "Open your mouth baby," she ordered, "I've got a dummy here you won't be able to take out of your mouth." As I opened my mouth she pushed in a black rubber ball. Attached to the back of the ball were straps which she roughly pulled around my head. She pulled my head forwards and fastened the straps at the back of my neck. The ball trapped my tongue at the bottom of my mouth and stopped me talking. She grasped my right wrist and forced it up to my chest before strapping my arm to the front of the reins. She repeated the procedure with my left arm before pulling up the quilt again. The feeling of panic in me increased and despite Geetas presence I struggled frantically. It was no good, all I succeeded in doing was to chafe my ankles and wrists. Tears of frustration formed in my eyes and streamed down the side of my face. "You have got to learn to do as you are told baby," said Geeta, "as soon as you do, I might decide to let you go. Now, I'm going to leave you to think for a little while before I come back with your night time drink." She left the room, not bothering to lock it, and left me to think. I couldn't understand how she had known I was trying to escape, it was as though she was watching me. I looked around but could see no obvious spy holes. I laid back resigned to my fate. There was now no way I could move or protest, I was completely dependent on Geetas mercy. When Geeta returned, later on, I had decided to swallow my pride and take what was coming. She was carrying a tray which she put down on the chest of drawers before bringing a chair across to the side of the crib. "Lean forward little one while I take out your gag." I gratefully co-operated and moved my aching jaws with relief when the object was removed. "I hope you've learned your lesson and are going to be a good little girlie." "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied. "Good, I've got a special treat for you." She walked across to the tray and brought back a strange plastic contraption the likes of which I had never seen before, together with a bib and her rubber apron. She sat down on the chair, undid the front of her dress and pulled her left breast out. My eyes felt as though they were going to pop out of my head as she placed part of the object shaped like a funnel over her nipple and pumped a rubber ball attached to it. Her breast pulled tightly into the funnel and a stream of creamy milk trickled down the side of a transparent container under the funnel. I watched fascinated as the container slowly filled. As the stream slowed she repeated the procedure with her right breast until the bottle was full to the top. Geeta put the bottle down before wiping her nipples dry and refastening her dress. She put on her apron, unscrewed the funnel from the bottle and screwed a rubber teat back in its place. I swallowed involuntarily as Geeta stood up and walked towards me smiling. "If you ask very nicely baby, Aunty will give you a drink of her very own special milk, would you like that?" she asked. I was appalled at the thought, but knew I had no option. "Yes please Aunty Geeta," I lied, "I would like a drink." "Ask me again, only this time telling me what you would like a drink of." "Please Aunty Geeta, can I have a drink of your own milk?" "Sit up then baby while I put your bib on." She helped me to sit up and tied the strings of the plastic bib around my neck. My arms were still fasted securely to the reins and she pulled the bib down over the top of them. Once the bib was in place, her right arm went around my shoulders and her hand grasped my chin. She pulled my head towards her and backwards until it rested against her rubber covered breast. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. Her other hand raised the bottle and placed the teat near my mouth. "Open up like a good little girl," she prompted and pushed the teat against my lips. As the teat bent, I felt the first drop of her milk on my lips. I opened my mouth and Geeta pushed the teat home. Several more drops of the tepid liquid fell onto my tongue and I reluctantly swallowed. "Come on baby, you have to suck," she urged as she moved the bottle slowly backwards and forwards. I started to suck and tears welled up in my eyes at the humiliation I was having to suffer. I closed my eyes to stop her seeing me cry and also to shut out the sight of the object sticking out of my mouth. "There, there baby," soothed Geeta and she started to rock me slowly. The milk had a strange flavour which was not unpleasant. It was just as well, because Geeta insisted I drank every drop. When it was all gone, she undid the bib and laid me down gently in the crib. She picked up the dummy and held it against my lips until I opened my mouth to accept it. "Now don't spit it out this time, you suck it and it will help you go off to sleep. Are you quite comfortable?" she enquired. "Can you undo my arms please Aunty Geeta and can I go to the toilet before I go to sleep?" I asked. "You've proved you can't be trusted baby," she replied, "so you will just have to stay exactly as you are." "But I'm bound to want to go to the toilet in the night Aunty," I protested. "Never mind, little one, remember your nappy. I won't be cross if you wet it, I'm used to changing babies." "I really would like a cigarette Aunty Geeta, I always have one before I go to bed." I was desperate to get out of the crib and any excuse was worth a try. "You have got your dummy instead, it's much healthier." The very fact that I couldn't go to the toilet, increased my desire to go. The fact that my legs were immobilised didn't help either. I tried to ignore the urge and the pressure building in my bladder. Geeta watched me wriggling as she pulled up the quilt and tucked me and the teddy under it. "Your Mum tells me that you usually spend all Saturday morning in bed, so I'll let you lie in until we've done the shopping, is that O.K. baby?" "I was hoping to go into town tomorrow morning Aunty Geeta," I lied. "I was going to meet my friends at the market." "Well, if you want, you can go in the pushchair," she replied. I froze, she wouldn't seriously do that to me, surely. "No, it's all right thank you, I'll leave it Aunty." I hurriedly answered. "I thought you might. Now, off to sleep little one." She gently rocked the crib and hummed her lullaby. I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep. Strangely enough, the movement was very relaxing, I found myself involuntarily sucking the dummy and slowly drifted off to sleep with Geeta still rocking me. Chapter 7 My sleep was troubled with strange dreams combining with reality. I was conscious of a desire to get up and go to the toilet, but aware of my inability to move. My dream kept returning to my old school changing room, where for some reason I was wrapped up in that many coats I couldn't move. A urinal trough surrounded the changing room which I was sure I'd never seen before. People were all around me, both girls, boys and teachers but I was that desperate to pass water I ignored them and started to relieve myself. I awoke with a start. My stomach was soaked, and a warm sensation was creeping round my body. I stopped myself, but the damage was already done, the damp nappy stuck to me and the smell of urine drifted up to my nose. It was still dark and would be hours before I could finish emptying my bladder. The discomfort caused by the nappy was bad, but nowhere near as bad as the pressure inside my body. I gave up the attempt to stop the inevitable and released my hold on pride as the urine flowed, and flowed into the nappy. The disposable reached and exceeded its limit quickly and the dampness crept out of the plastic pants, up my back and down my legs. The rest of the night was spent very uncomfortably with little sleep. It gave me plenty of time to reflect on my position and the hold that Geeta would now have over me. I just prayed that she wouldn't tell my family or friends. When Geeta entered the room in the morning it must have been obvious what I had done. She put on her rubber gloves and apron before coming over to the crib and pulling back the quilt. "My, my," she exclaimed, "you certainly have filled your nappy. It looks like we can't rely on disposables." She turned to the mirror and beckoned. "Come on through Anna and bring the camera." "Oh no!" I screamed, and started to struggle as violently as the straps would allow. "Keep quiet baby, and remember, the more you resist and misbehave, the longer it will be before I let you go!" Tears, caused by my helpless position, rolled down my face as the door opened and a young woman entered the room carrying a video camera. I couldn't bring myself to look at her as she walked over and stood on one side of the crib, pointed the camera at me and started filming. The camera panned down my body as Geeta lifted the wet nightie and pulled down the plastic pants to reveal the soaked disposable nappy. Geeta released the adhesive strips at the side of the nappy and pulled the top down between my legs. "Lift up your botty darling," she cooed, "and Aunty will make you feel more comfy." The camera whirred as I did as requested and the nappy was pulled from under me. My body dropped down onto the wet rubber sheet as she took the nappy and dumped it into a bucket. She gently dried me with a terry nappy which she then used to mop the sheet until that too was dry. "You really should have a bath little one, but I don't think we can trust you yet, what do you think Aunty Anna?" "I think baby will be a lot better behaved when she sees the video we have made of her, until then I think you're right," Anna replied. I turned to look at Anna, she had stopped filming and was smiling down at me. She was younger than Geeta, possibly about twenty five, with a fuller figure and long, dark, wavy hair which framed a pretty face. I had the strange feeling that I knew her, but couldn't think where from. She reached out and pinched my cheek. "Aunty Anna is going to look after you while I go shopping with Daniel," said Geeta. "When you've had your breakfast, we'll watch your very own video, then you can have a big bubbly bath before we get you dressed," Anna said, sounding as though she was going to really enjoy herself. "But... I thought you were going to let me go this morning Aunty Geeta, please let me go," I begged. "You've forgotten how naughty you were last night baby, trying to get out of your crib - and you were smoking in my house when I was out, besides Aunty Anna wants to play with you this morning. We'll decide after lunch when you can go home," said Geeta. It was not an opening for a discussion, the way she said it indicated my desires were of no consequence. "I'm going into town now, I suggest you do just as you are told. I have a copy of your video on my phone ready to send to your Mum if there is any trouble. So, will you be a good little baby for Aunty Anna?" enquired Geeta. "Yes Aunty Geeta," I replied. "Of course she will," said Anna "we're going to have lot's of fun trying on all her frocks and making her a pretty baby girl for when you come back." Chapter 8 Geeta took off her apron and passed it to Anna to put on. Her gloves were pulled off with a snap and she left Anna and myself in the room. "Come on then darling, let's put you a nice clean fluffy nappy on, then you can get up and have your breakfast." Anna brought an enormous nappy across to the crib and waited till I lifted up my bottom to allow her to put it under me. She wrapped it tightly around me and pinned it into place. There was that much bulk in the nappy that it forced my legs apart. Anna undid the ankle straps and pulled the wet plastic pants off my legs before replacing them with another pair covered in pink lacy frills. "Let's get you out of the crib now and into your high chair. What did Aunty Geeta decide your name was going to be?" she asked as she unclipped the reins. "Susy, Aunty Anna," I replied, blushing deeply. She removed the tray from the high chair before helping me out of the crib and indicating I should sit in the chair. She fastened the reins to the high chair when I was in place and clipped the tray back onto the chair. It trapped my arms tightly to my body and held me firmly in place. My feet dangled unable to reach the floor. "Aunty Anna will just be a few minutes fetching your breakfast, Susy, just sit still like a good girl." She pushed my dummy into my mouth and left the room. My ordeal had only lasted a few hours, but already I was beginning to accept that there was no quick way out and my release depended on when my tormentors decided they had had enough. To my dismay I realised I was sucking on the dummy as I might have sucked on a cigarette, and that it was helping to keep me calm. Anna returned to the room carrying a plastic dish and a feeding bottle. She placed them on the high chair tray and went across to the drawers to fetch a plastic bib which she tied around my neck. She pulled the dummy from my mouth and took a spoonful of food from the dish. "Open wide Susy ....... good girl!," she exclaimed as I opened my mouth and took in the sloppy mess. She repeated the procedure until the dish was empty. Despite my co- operation, Anna had still managed to spread the breakfast around my face. She walked round to the side of the chair and pulled my head gently against her rubber covered body. She flannelled me clean before picking up the feeding bottle and holding the teat next to my mouth. "Are you ready for your bottle now Susy dear?" she asked. "Yes Aunty Anna," I answered. "Yes PLEASE Aunty Anna," she prompted. "Yes please Aunty Anna," I meekly replied, I knew I had no choice. She popped the teat into my mouth and held it there patiently until the bottle was completely drained. "Who's a good little baby to eat up her breakfast then?" Anna cooed to me as she undid the highchair tray. "Let's put you in your pushchair so we can go and see your video." She wheeled the pushchair across to me, unclipped my reins and held back the transparent plastic apron until I climbed into the pushchair. I nearly fell due to my arms and hands still being immobile but Anna caught and steadied me. Once I was safely sat down, she fastened my legs into place with the seat straps and secured the reins. "Could you please undo my arms Aunty Anna if I promise to behave." I asked. My hands were tingling with pins and needles and I longed to shake my arms to get the circulation going. "Not yet Susy, I'll undo all your straps when we get you ready for your bath. Would you like your dummy back in baby?" "No thank you Aunty Anna," I answered. "Try again little one, I know you do really." "Please Aunty Anna, can I have my dummy?" I asked. It was what she wanted to hear. She popped the dummy in my mouth before wheeling me out of the room. We went along the corridor and into the next room. There was very little furniture in the room. A large flat screen monitor sat on top of a cabinet which contained a computer and a couple of cd players, but apart from that, the only furniture was a chair and a tripod which stood in front of a window looking into the room we had just left. Anna saw my puzzled expression and explained, "It's a two way mirror Susy. I was sat in here up until you went to sleep last night filming what happened. That's how Aunty Geeta knew you were trying to get out, we were both watching you." "I've edited the video down to about half an hour," she carried on, "I bet you can't wait to see it." Chapter 9 She positioned the pushchair so I was facing the compter screen. and placed her chair so she could watch both the video and my reaction to it. The video began and much as I wanted to ignore it, I sat as though hypnotised by the events on the screen. It started with a crumpled figure sat naked in the play pen. Fortunately due to the distance, it was not easy to distinguish that it was me. I was looking around the room. The door opened and Geeta walked in. At this point the camera zoomed in on my face and I asked Geeta for a potty in a babyish voice. "But it wasn't like that," I protested, "she made me ask." "Shh!" ordered Anna, "watch the video." The video continued with Geeta helping me on to the potty. Almost immediately I started to fill the pot and the camera focused on the relieved expression on my face. Geeta then put on her apron and gloves, took away the pot and I asked, first for a nappy, then the plastic pants and Geeta in each case obliged. The rest of the video continued in the same way, any protest or hesitation on my part had been cut from the recording to make it appear that I had been a willing participant. "This is my favourite bit," said Anna. The camera zoomed in on me propped up in the crib, Geeta had her arm around me and I smiled and waved directly at the camera. "See, everyone will know now how much you enjoy being a baby." I watched the rest of the film in disbelief. Ther was no doubt Anna had made a wonderful job of editing it. I appeared to be a very willing participant even to the final degradation of me having my soaking nappy changed. "What do you think of that Susy, is it nice to be a film star?" "It's awful Aunty Anna, it makes it seem like I wanted it all to happen," I replied. "That's the idea sweetheart. I work in the coffee shop in town and plan to give out copies of the video to any young ladies who come in to the shop. Soon you won't be able to walk down the street without being recognised, you'll be famous." "No! no! please don't do that Aunty Anna," I begged. So that was where I knew her from. We only had one decent coffee shop and everyone went to it, including all my friends. Anna had just started working there. "If you dare say no to anything I ask you to do, or Aunty Geeta, that is what is going to happen. I have also downloaded a copy onto youtube, but haven't made it public yet. Believe me when I tell you, you have no real choice other than do just as you are told." I chilled at the thought. My mind was blank, I could think of no way out and sat stiffly as Anna reached across and released my hands and arms. "You won't need those any more, I'm sure." She was right, I was in no position to offer any resistance or even to protest. Anna really enjoyed herself that morning as I numbly agreed to her requests and orders. By the time Geeta returned, Anna had bathed me, smothered me in baby powder and lotion and dressed me in several ridiculous baby outfits before deciding which one she liked best. When Geeta came into the nursery, I was sat in the playpen, cuddling a teddy, just as Anna told me to do. She had finally decided I should wear a particularly frilly pink dress over some equally frilly plastic pants. A satin baby bonnet was tied onto my head and pink woollen bootees completed my outfit. Because of my leak in the night, she had made me wear a thick terry nappy over the top of a disposable, this meant that I could only walk with difficulty. Not that that mattered, Anna insisted that I crawl everywhere and she took great delight in making me follow her about on my hands and knees. Geeta seemed pleased with my appearance and even happier when Anna reported I had behaved myself. "I visited Susy's Mummy while I was out." Geeta was talking to Anna as if I wasn't there. "You wouldn't believe what a horrible person Susy is when she is dressed as David, especially at the weekends. Her Mummy was saying that she was at the point of throwing David out but knew he wouldn't be able to afford to live anywhere else. "I was telling her how well behaved he was here and that I might take him in as a lodger if she has any more problems. What do you think Anna, would you like to help me look after Susy at nights and weekends?" "Oh yes," replied Anna, "and I can think of a few more of my friends who would love to help too." "Please Aunty Geeta, don't make me stay like this. I've had enough and learned my lesson. I'll behave at home I promise." I was begging her and tears were flowing down my face at the prospect of having to live like a baby. "I like having a big baby Susy, so I'm afraid you are going to have to spend some of the weekend in your nursery. I'm sure your Mum would notice an improvement if Anna and I remind you every week what will happen to you if you annoy her again. What do you think Anna?" asked Geeta. Anna seemed mildly upset that she was going to have to relinquish any of her control over me. "O.K. Geeta, but if there is any sign of misbehaviour I think Susy should move in here." That was how it began. Every Saturday morning I would report to Anna and Geeta and become Susy. As long as I did all that was asked of me, they would let me leave at Sunday lunchtime. Life at home became easier as Mum became happier with me. I would never admit it to Anna or Geeta, but I slowly got to look forward to my weekends, especially the Saturday.