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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
PART FOUR Billy somehow managed to enjoy playing in the gardens. He liked being on the swing and also going into next door’s garden and playing with the boys’ toy boat pond. He was also happy to let them join him with the train set in his bedroom. Billy found that Barry knew a lot more about the toy trains than he did. He somehow forgot that he was a grown man. He also forgot what was due to happen later on Sunday afternoon. **** At just after five Billy was really enjoying watching his sail boat race across the small pond. Stephanie walked across to the neighbor garden. “Billy, you’ve got to come home and get ready for Great Aunt Edith.” Billy carried on playing. Stephanie put her hand in his. Now the 13 year old would not have been able to physically overpower her father but her gesture caused the 44 year old in overalls to get up and follow her. Billy got undressed. He had his bath. Some people like spankings. Billy did NOT like pain. He felt a deep humiliation at the fact that his daughters had so totally taken over the household. He also felt ashamed that he had indeed misbehaved in rather childish ways. Billy came downstairs in his pajamas, with pictures of teddy bears on them. Stephanie, Great Aunt Edith and Miss Roberta were all waiting for him. The curtains had been closed. The lights were rather brighter than he expected. He also saw some objects he did not at first recognize. Stephanie explained: “Daddy, Billy you are going to be famous. LOTS of people will see your spanking on the internet.” This was one thing William North felt he could not tolerate “Take that camera away.” He walked towards the camera. Roberta was bigger and stronger than her father. She also knew many techniques for unarmed combat. Stephanie guided the camera to show how the adult male was overpowered by his teenaged daughter. Jessica had a question “Are you going to take your punishment like a big boy? Are you going to ask for your spanking and let us show other naughty boys what happens when they are bad?” “No I’m not.” “So much the worse for you.” Roberta stayed on her father’s back for half a minute as she firmly fastened his hands behind his back. With her father now helpless she was able to lift him onto her knees as she sat on the comfortable armless chair. “You can’t, not for other people to see. Please…” Roberta took no more notice of his protests than a 1950s mother would take of disobedient 7 year old at spanking time. As it happened the sound quality of the microphone was very good. You could hear the whap, whap whap… In a couple of minutes Billy’s articulate protests gave way to babyish bawling as he struggled and kicked. For twenty minutes after Roberta’s spanking Billy was ordered into the corner with his ‘jammy pants still down. He thought it was over. Roberta then explained. “Now Aunt Edith is going to spank the other half of your bottom. This is your punishment for not asking for a spanking and acting like a big boy. Next weekend you will get another spanking for using a naughty word and little Stephanie will wash your mouth out with soap.” By this time, despite knowing that he was being recorded for a web cast Billy did not resist. As a 12 year old he had already been spanked by Aunt Edith. He knew it would hurt. Still he submitted to it. Now Stephanie (perhaps a little naughtily) had found out about web sites designed for older people. She was able to arrange for people to pay to watch her father’s spanking. Now this particular little video presentation proved VERY popular. Various people who liked this kind of thing shared their interest. Usually the movies on the net were very badly acted. This was different. It looked like the person who was being spanked REALLY did not want it. (As of course was the case.) Roberta found other things about the net. She very carefully planned her father’s punishment for early the following Saturday evening. It would be a time when the maximum number of people could see the live show For the next week Billy did his job from 9-5. From 5.20 when he got home until half past eight when he got home he took the bus Billy was treated as a little boy, a little younger than the triplets nearing their 7th birthday. The boys next door knew that Billy’s bedtime was earlier than theirs. He was an okay playmate. Their mother did not really want the boys out on their own. She sort of thought that actually Billy was an adult. She assumed her boys were safe. (Which they were, but mainly because Stephanie was very responsible and would not have let them do anything dangerous.) Billy liked the game aspect of his treatment. Still it was not worth the loss of freedom and the risk of being spanked. It hurt his bottom. It also hurt him deep inside. Just after five on Saturday Billy let Stephanie lead him away from the fun game in the garden. He had his bath and put on his childish pajamas. He walked downstairs. He saw the camera but knew what he had to do. “I was a very naughty boy. I used a really bad word. Miss Jessica and Aunt Edith would you please spank me and Miss Stephanie will you please wash my dirty mouth out with strong soap.” He handed over the hairbrush to his daughter. Roberta sat down. He went across her knees. She pulled down his pajama bottoms and then started spanking. “Big boys don’t think it's clever to use bad words do they?" Remarked Roberta as she started landing the brush, whap WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! After fifteen minutes the tearful 44 year old went into the corner. The camera pointed at the very red right side of his bum. Then he heard Stephanie: “By the way Billy 7023 people are looking at your sore bottom. How does it feel to be a star?” Following fifteen minutes in the corner Billy took his position across his great aunt’s knees. He cried and kicked like a helpless little child. Thousands of people enjoyed his pain and shame. Finally Bill knelt down. A plastic apron was placed over him. The web cam did not take a picture of Stephanie’s face. It did show her hands really thoroughly soaping the washcloth. “Open up Billy, Daddy’s been a bad boy and he needs all those naughty words to be scrubbed out.” The camera showed that the 13 year old’s small hand was able to reach in and totally scrub the inside of her father’s mouth. Then there was more corner time. This time mirrors had been carefully arranged. One mirror allowed people to see that there was the cake of carbolic soap in the guy’s mouth. Others enabled Billy to see just how red his bottom had been made. The microphone caught the women’s discussion as they ate their nice meal, knowing that the foul tasting mouth was in the delinquent’s mouth. ****** Whilst searching the web to see what they could do to make yet more out of her father’s punishment Roberta found out that there was a shop, open on Saturday mornings quite nearby which sold cots, baby reins and High Chairs in their father’s size. At the time she did not think much about that. Nor was she all that interested when Daisy, who had started working at a pharmacy told her about a big error: “We got this large supply of incontinence pads. The trouble is nobody wants to buy them because they are just so like baby pampers.” Daisy had made an arrangement with another lady with a baby. She would care for Thomas on Monday and Tuesday. Margaret would care for Ruby on Friday and Saturday. They would both be much better off than they were on Income Support, but would still have lots of time with their babies. PART FIVE Billy managed to do his job. For the rest of the time he was treated like a little boy. In some ways Barry, Gary and Larry seemed to be given more autonomy at home than he was. Stephanie made sure to supervise him very closely In some ways it was nice not to have so many responsibilities. Naturally he did all he could to please his daughter. For 3 weeks he managed to avoid further spankings or mouth soapings. Then one Friday morning Billy was tempted to be a little naughty. He saw a twenty-pound note that Stephanie had seemed to have forgotten. He put it in the pocket of his short trousers. In the event he was VERY naughty That lunchtime Billy went into the betting shop. He won quite a lot of money. He did not go home that evening. He drank a lot and bought lots of other people drinks. By 8 at night he was in a dreadful state. Luckily Roberta was back home. So when Tracy phoned she was able to drive her father home. It was very difficult and embarrassing getting him into the car. Before she got him into the car he had wet himself. Billy had reached the tired stage of his drunkenness. He did not resist being put into his pajamas. Stephanie talked to Roberta about how they should deal with him. The older sister agreed it. So the web camera was pointed connected to the computer and recorded Billy’s sleep. It recorded the moment he soaked his teddy bear covered ‘jammies. At just after 10am Roberta pulled open the curtains. Billy was woken up. He felt awful. His daughter addressed him: “Somebody’s very wet. I think we need a proper bath.” Billy was very confused. He smelled and saw what he had done. Roberta was wearing a waterproof apron and very little else, “What’s going on?” Asked the 44 year old. “Billy’s going to be bathed, he really needs it.” Roberta was able to pick up her father. As she did so she told him: “Stephanie has run your bath.” It felt very strange to have his daughter removing his soggy pjs. It was also odd to be put into the bath and to have someone else scrubbing him. It was at once nice but humiliating. The bath lasted about 15 minutes. The next thing was a shock. “Billy needs a shave.” Now Billy’s face did not grow hair very quickly “No I don’t, and I can shave my own face.” “It’s not your face than needs shaving.” Roberta soaped her father’s chest. Then Stephanie proceeded to shave his chest. “Babies don’t have hair here, unless they are baby gorillas.” Remarked the 13 year old. “Or down there.” Roberta spread shaving soap around a very delicate area. “No please, I’m not a baby” “Well does this look like a big boy’s pajamas or a baby’s?” Asked Roberta as she waved his pajamas over his face. Then Stephanie started shaving a different part of her father’s body “We’ll be very careful.” Billy tried to be very still. After this shaving Roberta picked up her father. Stephanie walked down the stairs ahead. Billy was laid onto a soft plastic pad on the sofa. Aunt Edith was there. His aunt lifted Billy’s head and gave him a small cup of liquid. He hated it but could not resist drinking it. She then addressed her nephew. “This is called ‘sober up’- you should be fully aware of what is going on now.” Billy was kind of aware. He saw the camera pointing at him. Roberta pulled Billy’s legs right over his body. Edith, in her American accent explained. “This is called ‘The Diaper position’ it is very good for spanking- and after last night I think someone needs a spanking.” For the next twenty minutes Stephanie and Edith spanked Billy. With Roberta holding his legs he could not even kick to resist the shameful punishment. Very soon Billy was crying a lot. After the spanking was over Billy expected some corner time. He was in for a surprise. It was Stephanie who addressed her tearful father: “Now ‘the diaper position’ is also of course very good for putting nappies on babies or people who act like babies.” Edith handed her grand niece a large disposable nappy. Stephanie put it under her father’s bottom. She rubbed in some cream and added some talc-um powder. Then she taped the nappy into position. Next Billy found himself being dressed. He did not resist. Firstly mittens were put on his hands making him helpless. Next came woolen booties on his feet. Finally came what the younger girls called a ‘baby vest’ and Edith called a ‘diaper shirt’. The garment was short sleeved. It sort of covered his nappy but did not make it totally invisible. At this stage the girls did not have all they needed for caring for the larger baby. So they had to sit him in an ordinary chair. However he was firmly strapped in place so he was not at risk of falling and hurting himself, or doing anything of his own accord. Edith, Stephanie and Roberta enjoyed a very full breakfast starting with cereal followed by a cooked course and toast. Billy was spooned fed 8 jars of the blandest possible baby food. A mirror had been arranged so that Billy could see his face and the bib that had been put on him. It had a little message- ‘nappies suit big babies’. He could also see that his face had quite a lot of baby food on it, as did his bib. Between the spoon-feeding Billy was given a pint of milk, one of water and another of juice. About two thirds of the way through the long breakfast Billy said: “I need the toilet.” It was Edith answered who answered him. “So Billy wants to go to the bathroom, that’s fine. BABIES go to the bathroom in their diapers” Pretty soon Billy was very uncomfortable. Still he managed to hold on. He did not want to think that they would actually make him USE his nappy. A little after 11 a van arrived. It was to be the first of several deliveries from the special shop that Stephanie had found on the Internet. Breakfast was over. So Billy did not need to use his mouth. The large dummy that was one of the deliveries was forced into position and taped there. It totally filled Billy’s mouth. The next arrival was a swing, looking liked a baby swing but much larger. It was taken into the back garden, as was Billy. Stephanie gently pushed the swing the amount it would normally be safe for a toddler. Barry, Gary and Larry came through the gate to use the larger swing. Stephanie explained: “Billy has been acting like a baby, so it is safest to treat him like one.” Barry asked: “Will he p-ss in his nappy?” “Well before he had the nappy Billy did a wee on his trousers and another on his pajamas.” For the next two hours Billy was left alone with the three boys who were now 7 years old. They played on the big swing. They pushed Billy a bit. They concentrated a lot of effort at looking at his nappy. Billy did get a few breaks from this. Several times Roberta or Stephanie came out. They wanted him to see the new furniture that had arrived. The first item was a large High Chair with straps. Then came a playpen. It was the netting kind shaped like a lobster pot. However there was a second part that could be clipped on. It would be seven foot tall. Billy could see that he would be totally trapped if he were in it. Finally parts for a cot arrived. Holly and the boys were invited to have lunch. Billy was strapped into the High Chair. By this time you could see that his nappy was wet. Billy got fed boring baby food whilst Roberta, Stephanie Holly and her boys had a nice dinner. After lunch the Holly and the boys left. It was Billy’s change time. The curtains were drawn. However Billy was well aware that some thousands of people would get to watch his change time through the magic of the Internet. It was very humiliating for the 44 years old to see his 13-year-old daughter picking up the heavy soggy nappy. He submitted to being taped into a clean diaper. A little after his nappy change Billy was carried upstairs. He saw the large playpen. The pen was almost as tall as Billy was. As soon as he had been lifted into the childish confinement a further part clipped in place. It was now over seven foot tall. Billy was still helpless because of the mittens. He was also effectively gagged by his dummy. Barry, Gary and Larry were taken into Billy’s bedroom. They got to play with his train set. Billy sat in the playpen with just a rattle and a teddy bear to play with. Billy was not too surprised that his bedtime, or rather cot time, was now 6.30pm. He was strapped in. He had been given a very big feed of milk before he was put into bed. He had a ‘diaper doubler’ slipped under his main adult disposable nappy. He was also put into plastic pants. His new pajamas were of the childish footed variety. He was strapped into the cot. He wet himself before he fell asleep. The worst part was that he found himself wetting his nappy some more when he was asleep. Billy was left in his pajamas and very wet nappies when Roberta picked him up and carried him downstairs. He was strapped into the High Chair. Stephanie had some ‘good news’ for him. “Daisy has invited you to Ruby’s 1st birthday party.” -
I stewed over this line. I can't decide whether Ffrances actually did some purposeful hypnosis on Gabby knowing that she was spying on the session or just gave Tess a couple of trigger words when Gabby wasn't paying attention. -
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By BloncoCraven · Posted
Chapter 4: Sitting in my apartment on Wednesday evening I had nothing to do. Just killing time until I drove across town and saw her again. “Ash.” I whispered dreamily to no one. I walked around my apartment tidying up just little bits, dusting my books and watering my plants. Lastly I grabbed a Yuri Manga from the shelf next to my reading nook and slumped against the window looking out over the city. Opening the book I began reading further in the story. These two women were getting hot and heavy. Before I knew it, so was I. I even found myself getting carried away imagining me and Ash in those positions, in deep and intense focus until sssssssssssssssssthpph. “Damn it.” I felt the front of my diaper to find it squishy and wet. “I must've peed myself while I was reading.” I thought. I wanted to get up and buzz someone to change me, but at this point my sleeping pill was kicking in. I walked over to my bed and collapsed, falling asleep on top of the covers. I woke up in the morning with the light in my eyes. I pushed myself up just a little and felt the coldness of my drenched sheets. “Oh no, my diaper must've leaked.” I thought. I started to tear up and in my dreary state my more babyish traits took over. “Uh, uhh, wuh, ah, WAAAAAAAAAH!” I called out crying, I was usually much better at communicating when I was wet, but having freshly woken up my mind was in no headspace for that. “WAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!” I cried again and again until a voice came over the intercom. “Emma! Emma!” The voice tried to get my attention, “Did you wet? Do you need changed?” I calmed down and sniffled a little bit, “Sorry Eric. My diaper leaked. I need someone to come up and change my sheets. I'm gonna go shower and then someone can put me into a diaper too.” I explained. “Absolutely ma'am, we'll send someone up right away. I stood up out of bed and peeled off my silk shorts and shirt. I walked to my bathroom and ripped the tapes off my diaper, allowing it to flop to the floor. Then I tried to think happy thoughts as the hot water poured down my back. It was so nice having the hot water on me and feeling the pee get washed away. I did my full routine, shaved and moisturized then I stepped out of the bathroom. “Good morning, Miss Applegate.” Wally, a short ginger fella said. “I changed your sheets. Are you ready for a fresh diaper?” “Sure.” I shrugged as I dropped my towel to the floor. I walked past him and into my bedroom. I laid down on my bed and looked up at him. Wally followed me in and went straight for my closet. “What’d’ya think, Elmo, Grover or Cookie Monster today?” “It's a happy day, so Cookie Monster.” I said. Wally grabbed a diaper with Cookie Monster on the front and walked over with it. “So, why's today such a good day?” He asked. “I met a girl at an event last night. A beautiful woman.” “Oh nice. What event? I was at the Slayer Concert last night. Was that it?” “It was a class.” I mumbled. “Ah I see. Potty training class?” He asked nonchalantly. “What? No.” I scoffed. “That's a shame. You should really start training soon. You know the older you get the harder it'll be to learn.” I turned beet red. “Whatever. Yeah it- it was a potty training class.” I mumbled. “That's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're making an effort to get better.” He finished taping the diaper onto me. “You'll have to let me know when you get promoted to pull-ups. One of our services here is potty reminders and assistance.” “Potty assistance?” I raised an eyebrow. “Your first few times using the potty, someone who works for the building will come up and help you do it successfully.” “Thank you. That'd be really helpful.” Wally held up his hand for a high five and I highfived him back. “I'm sure you'll do great.” Wally helped me up and I followed him out to my living room. “I'll launder these sheets for you and bring em back lavender fresh.” He said with a smile. “Thank you.” I nodded my head. With that he left and I was once again alone. I headed off to work and sat at a desk for 8 hours. Just a big paperwork day ultimately and a few phone calls. At one point I felt myself need to poop so I ran out to find someone to help. My assistant was on break so I ran to the next office. “Matt! I gotta poop!” I whined, desperately trying to hold it in. “Oh ok, come on.” He got up and left his client. “Sorry we'll be right back, she's potty training.” “I understand.” The client smiled, “Good luck.” We raced down the hall until a few steps from the bathroom… “Splrtrrtrttrttrtt.” *Nohohohooo.” I cried. “Did you poop, Emma?” My coworker asked. “Yeah.” I couldn't look him in the eye. “Alright. Why don't we go sit you on the potty so you can get a feel for what it's like? Then I'll call the youth employee manager to come clean you up.” “Ok.” I agreed. Matt ushered me to the bathroom and unzipped my skirt, putting it to the floor and leaving me in just my soiled diaper and blouse. He guided me to sit on the toilet and I felt the mess squish against my butt. “Ugh.” I groaned. It was disgusting. “Now I want you to pushn out as much as you can.” Matt said. “But I'm still wearing my diaper!” I pointed out incredulously. “But your diaper’s already ruined so it doesn't matter.” He assured me. “Ok.” I began to push and ended up peeing as well as pooping and I could feel my diaper getting very full. It was so tight it began to strain against my stomach. “Alright, there we go.” He took out his phone, “I'll call Delores.” “Thank you.” I said as he left. I found myself sitting on the toilet in my decimated diaper regretting letting Matt talk me into finishing it off. “God damn it.” I mumbled, “Delores is gonna see this huge mess and think I didn't even try. And it's disgusting sitting in it.” I shifted in my seat a little, trying to get comfy until I heard a gentle knock. “Hello! Emma, are you in there?” “Yes it's me!” I said. Delores walked right in. “Let's get you up on the changing table and back to work.” Delores helped me up and made a joke about how big of a mess I made. She put me in a diaper with Barney the Dinosaur on it. Then she helped me back into my skirt and sent me on my way. “Good luck, sweetie.” She smacked my thickly padded butt as I left. “God damn it. I can't wait till I'm in pull-ups and can use the potty without help.” I mumbled. The rest of the day was normal. I did more paper work, then went home and collapsed on the couch. I finished with two glasses of wine and went to bed. When I woke up in the morning I was wet, but not poopy, and I hadn't leaked. I sat up and squished my diaper to see how much time I had left before I'd need changed. “Quite a while.” I thought. I walked out to the kitchen and began making myself some French toast for breakfast. As I worked away I got thinking about Ash again, “I have potty training class today.” I danced a little excitedly, “Which means I'm gonna see Ash!” I ate my French toast at the table while I scrolled through news on my phone, then I got the idea to text Ash. “Hey! It's Emma from class. It was nice spending time with you on Monday! Looking forward to seeing you again ☺️” I texted her. Ash replied quickly. “Thanks! I liked hanging out with you too. Can't wait 😉” I held my phone to my chest and smiled. Then I texted her back. “I almost made it to the toilet yesterday!” “Oh, congratulations 👍 So you're like able to sense when you have to go and stuff?” she replied. “I'm getting better at it. My big struggle is holding it. I ran and got a grown up like Mrs Charleston said. But I messed on the way to the bathroom.” “Damn that sucks 😔 ugh I messed myself this morning and it was brutal I had to beg Wolvy to change me. He's such an ass 🙄” Ash confided in me. “You should hire a changing service to stop by so you don't have to rely on him. They're not as expensive as people think.” I explained. “I don't know. I looked at prices, the lowest one I saw was $125 a month 😕” “Is that a lot for your budget?” I caught myself at the end of my sentence.” “My only job is music so yeah. I used to work in a CD store but it closed down.” “Ah I'm so sorry ❤️” Ash didn't reply after that, so I ripped my diaper off and had a shower. The shower was nice and really relaxed my muscles and mind. I stepped out and wrapped my hair before walking to the bedroom. I grabbed a bedwetting mat from my dresser, I placed it on a chair and sat down on it so it would catch any accidents I had. I buzzed the building's staff and said “Hey Emma Applegate here, can you send up someone to put me in a fresh diaper?” “Absolutely ma'am. We'll send someone right up.” Eric said. It wasn't long until I heard heavy knocks at the door. “Come in!” I shouted, then I heard the door swing open. A heavy set middle aged Russian woman walked into my bedroom not long after. “Someone needs diaper changed?” She asked. “Oh hey Yvette. Yeah I'm naked actually so you're just putting me in one.” Yvette walked over and picked me up. “You are very old to be in diaper.” She said, “In Russia we spank child not potty trained by 10.” She placed me down on the bed, “Where you keep diaper?” “In the closet, over there.” I pointed. Yvette walked over to the closet and walked right in. She walked out with a fresh diaper and a onesie that snapped at the bottom. “Oh I don't need a onesie, I'm gonna put on my own outfit.” I tried to correct her. “Yvette change baby diaper, Yvette choose baby outfit.” “I'm not a baby! I pay a lot of money for this service so you'd better-” She put her finger on my lips, “Shhhhh. No crying. Yvette take good care.” She opened up the diaper and placed it under me, she doused me with baby powder then she taped it up very snuggly. After that she sat me up. “Lift arms.” She said and I did. She slid the onesie onto me and then laid me back down to snap the onesie shut below my butt. “Good baby. Nice and quiet.” She patted the front of my diaper and left. “Ugh.” I groaned, then I reached down to try an undo the buttons. “Damn it.” I said, grunting and struggling to unsnap them. “Are these anti escape buttons?” I mumbled, “Why would my mom buy me an escape proof onesie for Christmas? What the hell?” I rolled my eyes and left the room. I walked across my living room and out of my apartment then I knocked on the door across the hall. The door swung open quickly. “Oh, hey Emma.” Said Matt, my coworker and neighbor. “Good morning! I just need some help getting out of this onesie. Yvette put me in an enti escape onesie after my change this morning.” “Oh no problem.” He smiled, “My son uses the same type. It's all about angles, just bend over.” I turned around and bent over in front of him then he pulled on the snap and undid it with ease “There ya go.” “Thank you so much Matt.” I grabbed his shoulder. “Absolutely no problem. I know that's not the right outfit for you. Anti escape clothes are for bad babies who take their diapers off without permission. I know you'd never do that.” He smiled. I blushed. “No, of course not, never.” “Great. I'll see you at work!” With that he closed the door. “Ugh.” I groaned. “It's stupid that just because I don't have a potty training licence that means I'm not technically supposed to be taking my own diapers off. It's a dumb law anyway. It just makes potty training harder. It's a victimless crime anyway. Aside from the janitors who have to clean up if we have an accident. But I always make sure to get right back into a diaper as soon as possible!” Finally back in my bedroom, I slid my onesie off and got ready for my day. -
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