Spanking

"I love you too my little princess, now let's get you dressed in that new dress I bought you and get you ready to head out alright?" Evelyn asked as she got up and carried her daughter to her room.

Slovak words were quite different to the sounds I was used to, I concluded after spending time going through the picture book. Humiliatingly, without someone to sound the words for me, I realised that I might be best going all the way back to basics first and learning the Slovak alphabet but it was better to admit that to myself now rather than continue to get frustrated at not being able to read a child's picture book and throw a tantrum about it. I looked up from my book when Milan arrived and announced himself. It had been almost meditatively quiet in the house with just me and Magda. All i would hear was her going about her chores, maybe humming ever now and again and of course the muted  sounds of the chickens outside and all that she would hear was me practicing my words and the sound of the chair pushing back against the kitchen tiles as I rose once from my studies to use the toilet again. It was peaceful, restive and found myself simply able to focus on my studies rather than worrying overly about my phone, about how I was going to explain things to friends and family and what my future might look like now. Milan interrupted that peace in his excitement. To be fair to him, a strange girl showing up out of nowhere and apparently staying in his house was probably about the most strange and exciting thing that had ever happened to him. It had an adventurous quality to it, like when children where moved around to stay the countryside during The War and of course there was the exoticism factor to it with me being from a foreign place. Nevertheless, I was not overjoyed about Milan arriving home because: a) I was waiting for Peter, b) to be in felt overwhelming as everyone was speaking (to Jo's perspective) very fast fluent Slovak, and c) I was embarrassed to be seen as spectacle with the picture book whereas Magda had quietly left me alone with it, so that it didn't feel like a big deal. Of the exchanges I heard that the telephone was mentioned and so was my name but apparently not directed a me. I could only conclude that Magda must have filled Milan in on the events he had missed this morning. I grew more embarrassed as I recalled that the last time I'd seen Milian it had been wearing clothes that I'd wet myself in the night before. I sort of crowded around the book as the boy approached me, trying not to catch his eye but of course he wasn't going to ignore me. "Ahoj, Milan." I said reluctantly in reply, wishing that could have been doing something other than struggling to try and read a picture book, but it was what it was. Awkwardly, I didn't understand his question and so I all I could do was stare back blankly and shake my head to say that i'd understand. He seemed friendly at least, maybe there was a little bit of curious amusement in his expression at seeing what I had been doing, but he wasn't mocking in his tone and that made me warm a little bit, sitting up more straightly in the chair. It was my turn to be curious and watch Milan as he went to my things. "Hé ! Ce sont mes affaires personnelles. Merci de ne pas y toucher." I complained at him and the chair made a sharp groan as I stood up suddenly but then I saw the phrasebook in his hands and I released that the smart boy was suggesting we use it to talk. The annoyance in my eyes dissipated but as Milan went to turn the wafer thin pages of the pocket book they wetly stuck together. "Merde!" I groaned. Well that was going to be no use. I stood beside Milan and took the pocket book, studying it to see if it was salvageable in any way but the way my jaw tightened suggested that I didn't think so. Giving up on the pocket phrase book, I sat back down at the picture book and Milan sat with me. I glanced at him awkwardly, wondering what he was expecting from me, rather than going of to do whatever he would normally do after school. "Tu n'as pas des devoirs à faire ou quelque chose comme ça ?" I suggested unkindly, wanting him to go away but when he didn't I sighed and just got on with what I was doing. My unwanted spectator made me blush as I set my finger to follow the words on the page and read them outloud quietly. "mačka... pes... myš... králik..." I read, slowly and imprecisely. It was a perfect opportunity for Milan to correct me, and say the words properly for me to repeat. It must have been a strange experience for him, sitting with a girl his age who apparent didn't know how to read.

Got the tena slip maxi [pe] on, dry but going to slowly wet this one

Alice is losing herself as her mother's overpowering will takes hold. A moment of lucidity is firmly stamped out and Alice makes the only decision she can.  --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Things went rapidly down hill for me. With nothing to distract my mind I was inundated on all sides by the fact that I was nothing more than a baby. Diaper changes, playing with toys and watching cartoons took up my days. I wasn’t even allowed to feed or wash myself anymore. By that point every single time I showed the slightest bit of independence Mommy would stamp it out swiftly. With everything else that had happened it only took a few days before the message really seeped in. I started to forget that I was ever anything else other than a baby. My time at college, even school before then, seemed like it belonged to a different life. It was like a collective delusion where everyone managed to convince themselves that I wasn’t just a permanent baby. It wasn’t a state of affairs that could last forever and clearly the bubble had popped. Mommy had shown everyone my true nature. I found that I was starting to tune out of my surroundings. I didn’t really need to think any more, so gradually I just stopped doing it. I realised that life as a baby was pretty dull and humiliating and therefore the best thing for me to do was just stop thinking about it. If I was told to play with my toys, I did it. When I needed to use my diaper, I did so without a second thought. When I was like that, an automaton only doing as I was told, Mommy actually seemed happy with me. That made me happy. It meant no more punishments. “See? Isn’t this so much easier?” Mommy would say to me as she cleaned my messy butt. My world quickly shrunk. I no longer had access to anything that was happening outside my very small box. For all it mattered to me, the rest of the world could’ve disappeared altogether. Nothing outside the bars of my playpen really existed. It was just me and Mommy, and as long as I acted like a good baby and kept her happy, everything was fine. All of that said, there were still moments of clarity that forced me to confront my situation. I had no idea how much time had passed, I had stopped paying attention, but I experienced some sudden lucidity whilst sitting at the kitchen table. I was sat there in nothing but a diaper and a princess pink t-shirt that didn’t cover it. Mommy was spoon-feeding me and there was a large bib around my neck when I felt the need to poop. I did what my body had trained itself to do and simply let go. “Oh, is someone making a little present for Mommy?” Mommy said with a chuckle. A genuine smile was on her face. I had lifted myself off my seat a little and screwed my face up as I pushed down. I felt relief quickly spreading through me as a large amount of poop surged into my padding. It was a familiar feeling, and it was one of relief, it was good to get the yucky mess out of me, that’s what Mommy always said. A large part of my diet was now bland mush and there was a lot of liquid, so it didn’t take long to empty my bowels. A mass of warm waste creating an extra layer separating me from the chair. But as I sat back into my now warm and full padding it was as if a light switch had suddenly been flicked on. I had no idea why my mind chose that moment to regain awareness. I frowned and as Mommy held up the spoon for me to take another mouthful of my dinner I turned away. I could feel bubbles in my diaper running against my skin and tickling me as I settled in the dirty diaper. It felt like my brain was suddenly in fast-forwards, quickly catching up to the present and alerting me to all the indignities I had suffered since my last period of self-reflection however long before. “This… isn’t right…” My voice was a little hoarse. I didn’t talk a lot anymore, I rarely had reason to. “Alice, eat your dinner.” Mommy replied quickly and sternly. “I can feed myself!” I exclaimed as I looked at the spoon in disgust. “W-What are you doing to me!?” “I’m just treating the baby like a baby.” Mommy said. Her eyes, previously so warm, were as cold as steel as she stared almost through me. “I’m not a baby!” I shouted petulantly, “I’m a big girl!” “A big girl who just crapped her pants… again.” Mommy replied icily, “I thought we were passed this…” The spoon was lifted up towards my mouth and I saw the baby food steaming on it. I could hardly believe I had been eating it, the mush looked gross, and it made me feel sick to look at it. I started to feel panic. How long had I been on autopilot? How had I let my brain switch off like that? Was I going crazy? I started worrying that every time my brain “turned off” it might not wake up again. That at some point I was going to slip into the baby role and be stuck there forever. I started breathing heavily. “Be a good girl and eat your dinner.” Mommy prodded the spoon against my tightly closed lips causing some of the food to drip down on to the already stained bib. How many diapers had I filled? How many WOULD I fill? My chest rose up and down quickly and it felt like the world was starting to spin. I saw everything with a clarity that I hadn’t experienced for what felt like a very long time. I had sat in plenty of messy diapers over the last few weeks but for the first time in a while I felt true disgust about it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! “Alice, open your mouth and-…” Mommy started. “No!” I screamed. I threw my hand up and hit the spoon out of Mommy’s hand causing the baby food to spill everywhere. Before Mommy could react, I stood up and my chair pushed backwards. I reached forwards to the bowl and pushed it hard across the table. It rattled, spilling bits of my gross dinner on the wooden surface before tipping over the edge and falling to the floor where it clattered loudly for a few seconds. I let out a whimper, partly from frustration and mostly from fear, as I tried to quickly waddle away down the hallway. Where I was ultimately going, I had no idea. I just had to get away from Mommy. I never got the chance to find out where I would’ve gone. Mommy had stood up at almost the same time I had, and I barely made it to the doorway before I felt her hand on the back of my shirt. I screamed again and struggled but she wouldn’t let go. In the end, I managed to slip out of it, and I carried on running, now clad in nothing but my poopy diaper, to the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the door for a second but before I could reach for it, Mommy was reaching out for me again. I shook her off and ignored her calling my name as I turned to run upstairs. I had tears streaming from my eyes as I darted into my room. There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. I dropped to my knees in the centre of the room as I heard Mommy’s stomping footsteps. I covered my face and waited for the storm. The door behind me flew open and Mommy came storming in. “How dare you!” Mommy exclaimed, “Everything I do for you and you throw it back in my face!” I started to turn around to try and talk my way out of it, but I felt Mommy’s hand roughly grab my hair. I reached up and grabbed her wrist as I begged for mercy. It felt like my hair was going to be pulled from my scalp and I had to scramble to my feet as I was pulled towards my crib. At first, I thought Mommy was putting me straight into the baby bed but as I went to climb up, she pushed on my back, so I was pushed over the edge of the mattress. “You’ll stay right there.” Mommy demanded of me. “Mom, please!” I cried. I didn’t dare move as Mommy went across the room to the closet, “I’m an adult! You can’t do this!” “You are a baby!” Mommy shouted back, “We will keep doing this until you believe it!” I heard Mommy going through the closet and then coming back to me. I didn’t turn around, instead I pulled one of the stuffed animals towards me and hugged it as tightly as I could. I felt something long and hard pressing against my rear end and pushing the messy diaper closer to my butt. It didn’t take a lot of thinking to realise it was a paddle. “You will learn.” Mommy said menacingly, “Whether it takes a week, a month, a year, or the rest of my god damned life. You. Are. A. BABY!” The paddle was pulled back but before I could even brace myself, I felt it swing forwards into my diaper. I screamed. The paddle hurt so much more than Mommy’s hand ever had. I could hear it moving through the air as it went back and then swung forwards again, I was already sure I was going to be left bruised despite the padding. “How many times are you going to be need to taught this lesson?” Mommy shouted over my cries. I was inconsolable. The spanks kept coming and it felt like Mommy was holding nothing back. The contents of my diaper spread everywhere but I hardly noticed as I wailed through the pain. My legs kicked out behind me ineffectively. Mommy seemed totally immune from any attempts by me to get pity or mercy. I don’t know how long the paddling went on for. I grew exhausted from struggling and lay prostrate on the edge of the bed. After a while everything became numb, even the soreness of my rear end. Then it was like a switch flicked. Between every spank Mommy would shout at me about how pathetic I was, how much of a baby I was, or something similar. It was like a part of my brain switched off. I believed her. That wasn’t anything different to recent times, but the part of my brain that still fought for some kind of control or independence simply switched off. A part of me broke and, honestly, it was a relief. “Do you understand?” Mommy shouted as she finished a rant, I’d only heard part of. “Yes, Mommy.” I replied simply. Even though tears were flowing down my cheeks and soaking my teddy bear my voice betrayed only a hint of the emotion. I felt a push on the back of my diaper. The whole area was incredibly numb, but I took it to mean I was to climb up into my crib. It looked like I was about to be spending another night in my poopy diapers. Indeed, the rails rattled up behind me and locked into place as I lay face down on the mattress. I didn’t attempt to stop Mommy or get her to at least change me. I didn’t move at all. “I wish you wouldn’t make me punish you.” Mommy said with a sigh. “Sorry, Mommy.” I replied. Even my voice sounded smaller and more childish. I rubbed my eyes of tears and saw Mommy looking at me strangely before going back to the closet and putting the paddle away. She was covered in sweat, and I was genuinely sorry that I had made her expend so much effort just because I kept being a bad girl. I was ashamed of myself and my actions. Maybe I was just born bad. No matter how hard I tried I just kept breaking rules. “Try to be a better baby.” Mommy said, “We both know you can never be a big girl.” I nodded my head. I wanted to be a good girl. Maybe it would stop all the punishments. I didn’t even argue about needing a diaper change. I knew babies didn’t decide such things and I was just a little baby after all. Mommy knew best. Mommy always knew best. It was an uncomfortable night. With the paddling at an end, it wasn’t long until the blood started returning to my backside, and with it came the pain. A dull throbbing that grew worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. Eventually I had my hands over the back of my diaper as the stinging, bruising and pulsing pain made me cry out. I resolved right there and then to be the best baby I possibly could. To stop making Mommy punish me. I was a baby, and it was time I started acting like it. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/ml9g8k7p43fa3b26 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2324687

Amy  ran a hand through her long, light blonde hair, the strands cool against her skin. Her brown eyes, usually warm, held a glint of something sharp, something knowing. For years, she had felt it, a quiet hum beneath Tim’s carefully constructed masculinity. He’d confessed once, a whispered memory of delicate panties hidden in a childhood drawer, a secret kept tight. It wasn’t a sudden shift, but a slow unfurling, a seed planted long ago, now blossoming into something he could no longer deny. The transformation was delicate, profound. Amy now aged 43 had navigated the challenges of nurturing his sissy baby identity, a reflection on how rigid norms often failed to fit everyone, especially not Tim. He found comfort in reclaiming regression, on his own terms, and Amy had made space for it. This went beyond roleplay; it was honest surrender. Tonight, Tim lay content in his cot, a fluffy white toweling nappy thick between his legs, encased in crinkling, semi-clear plastic pants. Over those, pretty baby knickers, pale pink satin layered with ruffled lace, peeked from beneath a sheer pink frilly baby doll nightie. His legs, surprisingly smooth, twitched slightly. He looked every inch a baby girl, a large pink pacifier nestled between his lips. Amy, meanwhile, shared her king-sized bed with Jake. Jake's hand, heavy and warm, slid across Amy's hip. His body, hard and muscled, pressed against her back, a stark contrast to Tim's soft, swaddled form in the cot across the room. Jake's cock, thick and insistent, nudged the cleft of her ass. "He looks so peaceful, doesn't he?" Jake's voice rumbled, low and amused. Amy turned, meeting his gaze. "He does. He’s exactly where he needs to be." She arched into Jake, her own desire a rising tide. "You know what he loves, don't you?" Jake grinned, Amy reached down to the floor picking up her discarded panties ,juicy white satin panties she tossed them gently into the cot. Tim’s small hand, still clutching the pacifier, fumbled for them, bringing the silky fabric to his face, inhaling deeply at the wettness in the crotch  A contented sigh escaped him, muffled by the pacifier. Amy’s fingers traced the hard line of Jake’s jaw. , her eyes never leaving Tim's cot. "Now, show me how a real man takes care of his woman." Jake rolled, pinning her beneath him. His lips found hers, hot and demanding. His tongue plunged, tasting of salt and desire, swirling with hers, a deliberate, aggressive dance. Amy’s mouth opened, inviting him deeper, sucking on his tongue, a soft shiver running through her. His hand slid down her body, finding the dampness between her legs. She was already slick, throbbing. "So wet for me, Amy," he breathed against her neck, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Ready for a real cock, aren't you?" Amy whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively. "Yes, Jake. Please." He positioned himself, his thick shaft pressing against her entrance. The difference was staggering, a raw, undeniable power that Tim, with his tiny, hard  penis no bigger than three inches , could never offer. Jake pushed, slow and deliberate, stretching her. A soft gasp escaped Amy’s lips as he filled her, with his thick  long eight inches  a deep, satisfying pressure. The bed creaked with their movements, a rhythmic protest against their passion. From the cot, Tim stirred, his eyes wide and fixed on them. He made a soft, gurgling sound, the pacifier still firmly in place, Amy’s satin panties clutched to his chest. Jake began to thrust, a steady, powerful rhythm. Each plunge was a deep invasion, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet, meaty sound. Amy arched into him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. Her breath came in ragged gasps, mingled with the wet, squelching sounds of their bodies joining. "Oh, Jake," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "That's it. Harder." He complied, his thrusts growing more urgent, more primal. The bed rocked, a symphony of creaks and groans. Amy’s clit throbbed, a searing heat building between her legs. She was on the edge, teetering, every nerve ending alive. Suddenly, a wail erupted from the cot. Tim’s face crumpled, tears welling in his eyes. He thrashed, his nappy rustling loudly. Jake paused, his hips still buried deep inside Amy. "Looks like little Timmy needs a change," he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. Amy laughed, a breathless, giddy sound. "He does, doesn't he?" She looked over at her husband, now sobbing softly, his little penis, no bigger than her thumb, peeking out from the frilly knickers. "Megan will be here any minute. She loves to take care of him." Just then, the front door clicked open. "Amy? I'm here!" Megan’s bright, youthful voice echoed through the house. Amy smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Perfect timing." She locked eyes with Jake. "Now, finish what you started." Jake grinned, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in with a powerful thrust that sent a jolt through Amy's entire body. She cried out, her orgasm building, a wave crashing over her, pulling her under. Her legs wrapped around Jake’s waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more. The pleasure was exquisite, raw, overwhelming. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, a prelude to his own release.   Megan, an eighteen-year-old with a lithe, athletic body and a bright, knowing smile, appeared in the doorway, her eyes immediately drawn to the cot. She stifled a giggle, a hand flying to her mouth. Tim, still crying, held out his arms to her. "Well, well, someone's been a naughty baby," Megan cooed, her voice dripping with playful teasing. She walked over to the cot, her hips swaying. Her own panties, light blue nylon panties just visible under her short paid skirt  from the baby in the cot , firm curves beneath causing him some excitement. She leaned over the cot, her long dark hair falling forward, tickling Tim's cheek. "Did you make a big mess, little girl?" she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. Tim whimpered, a fresh wave of tears. The pacifier had fallen out, his small mouth trembling. He pointed a chubby finger at his soaked nappy Megan chuckled, a warm, melodic sound. "Oh, you did, didn't you? Such a messy little sissy." She reached inside his frilly baby knickers and under  the plastic pants, the crinkling sound loud in the room. The wetness seeped through, a warm, sticky patch against her fingers. She wrinkled her nose dramatically. "Pee-u! Someone needs a good clean-up." Amy's long blonde hair, a silken waterfall, cascaded over her bare shoulders as Jake's rhythmic thrusts drove her deeper into the mattress. His thick, eight-inch shaft filled her completely, stretching her in ways Tim's 'babydick' never could. A low moan rumbled in her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "God, Jake," she gasped, her hips rising to meet his every powerful plunge. "This is… this is what I've been missing." He grunted, a deep, primal sound as his muscles flexed, pushing harder, faster. The bedsprings creaked a frantic rhythm, a counterpoint to the wet, shlicking sounds of their bodies intertwining. Amy's nails dug into his broad shoulders, leaving faint red crescents on his skin. Her breath hitched, a series of short, sharp gasps as the first wave of orgasm began to build, a delicious tension coiling deep within her. Across the room, in his meticulously arranged cot, Tim lay swaddled in fluffy white toweling nappy  thin, noisy, semi-clear plastic pants encased pretty baby knickers, pale pink sheer nylon layered with ruffles of matching lace across his front and rear. His  frilly pink nightie short enough to reveal the bulk beneath, adorned his torso. The large pink pacifier nestled, its smooth plastic cool against his lips. Amy's juicy white satin panties, still warm from her body, lay draped over his face, their delicate scent filling his nostrils, a strange comfort amidst the raw sounds emanating from the bed. His tiny, hairless penis, a mere button of flesh when soft ,now  pulsed as Megan set about his nappy change , a forgotten appendage ,megan giggling began to remove his frilly adult babyy attire  Amy cried out, a long, drawn-out wail as her body convulsed around Jake's magnificent cock. She bucked against him, her climax a shattering explosion of sensation that left her trembling, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Jake," she sobbed, burying her face into his sweat-slicked chest, her voice thick with emotion. "That was… the best I've had in years. I've missed having a real man make love to me so much." ,Jake, meanwhile, had reached his peak. With a guttural roar  he emptied his seed deep into her sopping  wet vagina his chest heaving, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "Always here for you, baby." Megan pulled down the frilly knickers to Tims ankles along with the plastic pants and peeled away the sodden nappy. Tim's thin, puny penis, fully hard despite its diminutive size, sprang free. Megan snorted, a barely suppressed giggle escaping her. "Still hard, huh? My nine-year-old cousin's is bigger than that, Timmy." Amy, still wrapped in Jake's arms, heard Megan's words, a familiar wave of shame and perverse satisfaction washing over her. Megan glanced up, her eyes meeting Amy's for a fleeting moment, a shared understanding passing between them. "Don't worry, Amy," Megan called out, her voice still light. "I've got him. He'll be fresh as a daisy in no time." She began to wipe Tim clean, her touch firm but gentle, her eyes never leaving his small, exposed cock. "Such a tiny babydick. What a good little sissy you are." Later that week, while Amy and Jake were out, Megan's boyfriend, Brad, came over. His presence filled the house with a different kind of masculine energy. Brad, a burly 18 year old  man with a thick, powerful build, was a stark contrast to Tim. Megan led him to the living room, their laughter echoing through the quiet house. Tim, dressed for bed in his  in a sheer pink frilly baby doll nightie over his nappy, plastic pants, and frilly knickers, lay restless in his cot. The sounds of their escalating passion drew him, a morbid curiosity pulling him from his pacified state. He crept from his cot, a silent shadow, and peeked around the doorframe. Megan was on the sofa, her legs wrapped around Brad's waist, her head thrown back as he drove into her with powerful, deep thrusts. The sofa cushions groaned under their combined weight. Brad's thick cock, a formidable presence, disappeared and reappeared with each plunge. Megan's moans were raw, uninhibited, a symphony of pleasure that made Tim's stomach clench. The sight of Brad’s balls slapping against Megan’s ass, the way her body writhed, the sheer intensity of their coupling, was both horrifying and mesmerizing. He watched, utterly transfixed, a silent, unseen voyeur in his own home. He had seen Brad's thick penis before, and Megan loved it, her ecstasy palpable. He remembered the time Megan had caught him spying, her eyes, wide with a mix of surprise and amusement, had locked with his. She hadn't said a word, just smirked, a silent acknowledgment of his pathetic secret.   The warm afternoon sun, filtered through the kitchen window, cast long shadows across the checkered linoleum floor. Tim, a flush creeping up his neck, fidgeted as Jake, a smirk playing on his lips, motioned to the sturdy wooden chair. “Come on, Tim, no use prolonging the inevitable,” Jake’s voice rumbled, a low chuckle escaping him. Tim’s gaze darted to Megan, who held her phone aloft, a glint of amusement in her eyes. Amy, perched on the counter, her friends snickering around her, watched with an unreadable expression. The air thrummed with a strange mix of anticipation and a faint, almost sweet, embarrassment. “Do we have to do this in front of everyone?” Tim mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. Jake’s hand, surprisingly gentle, guided Tim towards the chair. “Part of the deal, isn’t it? You lost the bet.” Tim’s cheeks burned as he felt the cool fabric of his dress tugged up, revealing the frilly pink baby knickers, the crinkle of plastic pants, and the thick bulk of a nappy beneath. A collective gasp, then a wave of giggles, rippled through the small gathering. “Oh my god, Tim, you actually wear baby girl knickers and nappies ” one of Amy’s friends choked out, dissolving into laughter. Jake, with a practiced motion, pulled down the frilly pink knickers , plastic pants and nappy, exposing Tim’s pale, vulnerable ass. A tiny, almost lost, penis peeked out, shriveling further under the sudden scrutiny. “Well, well, what have we here?” Jake’s voice was laced with mock surprise, though his eyes twinkled with genuine amusement. He pulled Tim across his knee, a firm grip on his waist. Amy’s friends, now emboldened, pointed. “Look at that, it’s like a babys !” “Is that even a penis ?” another quipped, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. Tim squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the floor would swallow him whole. He felt the sting of Jake’s open palm against his ass, a sharp smack that echoed in the quiet room. “ you will do what you are told in future ” Jake announced, his voice steady. Another smack, harder this time. Tim let out a small yelp, a strange mix of pain and a burgeoning, unexpected sensation. His tiny penis, despite his mortification, began to stir, a faint blush spreading across its tip. “Oh, look, it’s getting excited!” a woman’s voice sang out, followed by more laughter. Amy, who had been silent, finally spoke, her voice a low purr. “Jake’s going to have to show him how it’s really done, won’t he?” A ripple of knowing glances passed between Amy and her friends. One of them leaned in, a conspiratorial whisper. “Remember how big Jake’s is? Tim’s going to feel like a cuckold, watching his Amy get what she needs.” The words, though intended to tease, hit Tim with an unexpected jolt. The spanking continued, each thwack a burning reminder of his humiliation, yet a strange heat coiled in his gut, a confusing mix of shame and something else, something forbidden and deeply arousing. He felt his ass redden, the frilly knickers a stark contrast to the angry red marks blossoming on his skin. He squirmed, a soft moan escaping him, not entirely from pain. Jake paused, a soft huff escaping him. “There, that should teach you.” He released Tim, who scrambled to pull up his  knickers ,plastic pants and nappy, his face a fiery red. Megan lowered her phone, a satisfied smile on her face. “That’s going straight to social media.” Tim could only nod, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The room, once filled with laughter, now held a different kind of tension, a lingering hum of unspoken desires and a new, unsettling understanding. He felt the eyes of Amy and her friends on him, not with pity, but with a predatory curiosity. He knew, with a sinking feeling, that this was only the beginning.   “From now on, Tim,” Amy’s voice, usually a melodic hum, sharpened into an unfamiliar edge, “Jake has my full permission to spank you. Every single time you step out of line.” Tim’s breath caught, a small, involuntary gasp. His eyes, wide and disbelieving, darted between Amy and Jake. The comfortable familiarity of his home twisted into something alien. “And you,” she continued, her voice gaining a deliberate cadence, “will call him Daddy. And you will call me Mommy. Is that… clear?” The words hung in the air, each syllable a tiny hammer blow. Tim’s throat felt dry, a tight knot forming in his stomach. He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. He looked at Jake, searching for some flicker of dissent, some shared confusion, but Jake’s face remained a mask. “I asked if that was clear, Tim.” Amy’s tone left no room for ambiguity. “Yes, Mommy,” Tim finally managed, the new title feeling foreign and awkward on his tongue, a bitter taste blooming in his mouth. He risked another glance at Jake, who simply pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The floorboards creaked under his weight. “Good boy,” Jake rumbled, his voice deeper than usual, a subtle shift that sent a shiver down Tim’s spine. It wasn’t a comforting sound. Amy offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. “If you behave, you can sleep in your cot in my room sometimes. Other times, you will sleep in your nursery.” She paused, letting the implications sink in. “Megan and her friends can baby-sit you. And they can tease you.” A fresh wave of dread washed over Tim. Meganand  her coven of giggling, sharp-tongued friends. The thought of their collective attention, their merciless taunts, made his skin crawl. “Mommy, please,” Tim pleaded, his voice cracking, a desperate tremor running through it. “Don’t let them. They’re mean.” Amy’s smile vanished. Her eyes narrowed. “Tim, we’ve discussed this. This is for your own good. To teach you discipline.” Her gaze flickered to Jake. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?” Jake nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. He reached out, his large hand settling on Tim’s shoulder, a firm, possessive grip. Tim flinched, but Jake’s fingers tightened, holding him in place. The warmth of Jake’s hand, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a brand. “It is,” Jake confirmed, his voice a low thrum against Tim’s ear. “You need to learn sissy.” The word ‘son’ felt like another twist of the knife. Tim’s eyes welled, but he fought back the tears, refusing to give them the satisfaction. He looked from Amy’s unyielding face to Jake’s stern one, a profound sense of helplessness settling over him. The world he knew had just fractured, replaced by something entirely new, entirely terrifying. The silence that followed was punctuated only by the frantic beat of his own heart.   “Amy, darling!” Susan anounced bemused by the scene wearing an expensive ivory sil tight ,the diamond studs in her ears, sparkling ,the outline of panties showing on the rear of her dress have you not thought of a girls name for your erm sissy husband ? Amy paused before they all continued to walk into the lounge where Megan now was about to change Tim's wet nappy.The soft, saccharine scent of baby powder hung heavy in the air, a cloying cloud that clung to the floral wallpaper. Amy  watched Tim, or the figure that used to be Tim, as he wobbled slightly on tiny, patent leather Mary Janes holding Megans hand . The ruffled, pale pink satin dress swallowed his frame, its satin bows tied meticulously at each shoulder. A matching bonnet, edged with lace, framed his flushed cheeks. He clutched a plush unicorn. "Tim," she began, the name feeling foreign, rough "yes Susan you are quite right " It didn't fit the vision before her. Not anymore. He tilted his head, the bonnet ribbons swaying. A faint blush crept up his neck. "We can't keep calling you Tim," she stated, her voice softer than she intended. "Not when you look like… this." Her gaze swept over the expanse of pastel fabric. "It just doesn't feel right." He took a small step forward, the unicorn's horn dipping. "I need a name. A pretty name. Something… befitting." She crossed her arms, a small smile playing on her lips. "Something with two parts. A double name." He nibbled his lower lip, a nervous habit. "Like… what?" His voice, usually a baritone, came out a little higher, a little breathier. "Well, 'Tim' certainly isn't going to work. Can you imagine? 'Oh, little Timmy, time for your nap'?" She chuckled, a warm sound in the quiet room. "No, no. We need something sweet. Innocent." She tapped her chin. "How about… 'Daisy Mae'?" His eyes widened, reflecting the soft glow of the lamp. He considered it, the plush unicorn pressed tighter to his chest. "Daisy Mae?" "Yes! Daisy Mae. It's perfect. So delicate. So… baby girl." She clapped her hands together once, a decisive sound. ". "Daisy Mae… sounds nicer." "It does, doesn't it?" She walked closer, reaching out to smooth a  The satin felt cool beneath her fingers. "Daisy Mae. My sweet Daisy Mae." He offered a shy smile, a genuine warmth blooming in his eyes. He didn't look like Tim anymore. He looked like Daisy Mae. "Now, Daisy Mae," she continued, her voice taking on a playful lilt. "Are you ready for yo littleur nappy change  one?" He nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible bob of his head. The unicorn clutched firmly,as he layed on his back on the lounge rug  as Megan peeled down his frilly pink bbay knickers and removed the pastic pants and wet nappy.His bottom stilll red from the spanking. The scent of baby powder followed, a new, indelible part of their evening ritual.Amy and her freinds watched megan carry out her duties as the woman began sipping on gin and tonics talking about Amys new life ,occasioanly looked down at adult baby girl smiling and teasing him about his tiny little penis and how Amy is getitng  sex from a real man .