Benjy

this story has not lost direction at all. Poor writers such as myself have a lot to learn about plot planning as exhibited by Elfy. I am sure Elfy has planned an ending to this story but not before all scenarios have been visited. You don't have to be 'gay' to enjoy the sex scenes that some readers have found hard to cope with. Personally, I found them highly erotic. Finally, thanks for sharing. Elfy is a major contributor to the Story Board. Long may that continue.

Love it!! ... good theme..

***** Sarah Whiteman had spared no expense to make the Nursery as practical and effective as possible. For a start, the whole room had been repainted in white. The single window had been supplemented with a security screen and the glass covered with a frosted surface. The single overhead lamp replaced with four double tubed fluorescent lamps, flooding the room in bright white light. The old bedroom carpet had been removed and replaced with a practical white linoleum surface. In the middle of the room was the principal item of furniture; the changing table. The open shelves beneath the padded rubber surface contained stacked nappies, both disposable and cloth, along with creams lotions, wipes and waterproof pants. Another shelf was home to onesies and body suits. Two 50 litre covered pails stood on the floor under the window, one marked ‘cloth’, the other marked ‘disposable’. Against the wall furthest from the window was a railed cot, identical to the typical infant’s version, except this was in adult size. The final item of furniture was a glass cabinet which Paavi and Sarah were filling with medical and other bizarre instruments solely concerned with Steve’s impending treatment. “And finally our Baby arrives!” Sarah beamed as a forlorn Steve crawled into the room. “And judging by the aroma that is accompanying him, he has a dirty bottom!” Jane MacDonald laughed. “We all must get very used to that smell. Poopy nappies goes with the territory with Big Babies.” Jane tapped Sissy on the head. “Climb up on your new changing table now.” Sissy obliged and lay on his back. Jane smiled at Paavi and pointed at the Segufix straps. “Every nappy change, restrain his wrists and ankles and when left unattended, use the torso restraint as well.” Paavi smiled and nodded and made a point of maintaining eye contact with Sissy as she secured each limb with the straps. Jane MacDonald donned a long red rubber apron and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. She reached between Steve’s thighs and unbuttoned the onesie. “I will show you ladies how to change a Sissy Adult Baby's nappy this first time.” She glanced up at Steve “Lift your bottom now Sissy.” Steve strained against the webbing strap as Jane folded the onesie back. “Now the smelly bit,” Jane ruefully smiled up at Paavi and Sarah. The professional Adult Baby Nanny ripped open the disposable nappy tapes and exposed Steve’s rock hard cock and filthy mess to all. Sarah waved a hand in front of her nose while Paavi appeared completely unaffected. Jane released the ankle restraints and folded each leg back, anchoring them both at the headboard. Steve groaned with discomfort and humiliation at being totally helpless, along with being completely and shamefully exposed to the three women in the room. With his mucky bottom lifted off the soiled nappy, Jane grabbed some wet wipes and started cleaning the faeces off his penis, dumping each wipe into the soiled nappy. Jane pointed upwards. “Take a good look Sissy at your future life.” Mortified, Steve stared at the ceiling mirror where his degradation was on full display. When he was satisfied his penis and balls were clean, she pointed at a Hitachi Wand lying on the sideboard. “Paavi, could you please turn that on and hold it here.” She gripped Sissy’s cock just below the glands. “Less than 30 seconds I reckon till ejaculation.” Ten seconds later, Sarah cheered as Steve erupted with copious amounts of semen into Jane’s palm. “Open wide,” Jane ordered as she opened her hand over Steve’s trembling mouth. “All Sissy boys have to eat their cum and anything else that Nanny gives them,” Jane smiled at her two colleagues as the viscous string fell into his mouth and he swallowed with obvious distaste. Even Paavi managed a shallow smile at the humiliation. “This lucky Sissy gets to cum every poopy nappy change. Make sure he can see his dirty bottom so he experiences the maximum humiliation.” She continued to wipe the waste off his backside. Steve’s eyes watered over with the shame. “Poor Sissy,” Sarah laughed down at him. “You better get used to crying as you will never be a man again.” Steve groaned loudly as fresh tears coursed down his face. *****

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Nice story. Looking forward to the rest

Lovely story. Thanks!

Steve, or ‘Sissy’ as he was now to be known, felt a strange comfort zone as he wallowed deep into his fetish, despite his recent painful beating and his humiliating punishment. He shivered in the cramped garden shed, the cold spring morning biting through the thin painter’s suit he wore over his Onesie and nappies. Half an hour ago, he had given in to his belly cramps and filled his nappy. In the tiny shed, the smell was awful. There was nowhere to sit, apart from the 15 square inches of floor space where he stood, all the rest of the shed was packed with garden tools and other paraphernalia. Yesterday had been disconcerting with June being very attentive as a carer but her eyes were totally empty when she looked at him. She had belted him so hard over his ear when he forgot not to talk, that he had seen stars. He had spent the rest of Saturday afternoon locked in their spare bedroom, with June bringing him regular baby bottles of Ribena and his meals. There had been no opportunity to use the toilet so he’d been forced to pee in his nappy. June checked him often, and changed it when he was wet. Night was spent on top of the plastic sheet with no duvet or blankets. He had not slept well, a combination of the existing pain of near freezing temperature coming through the open window. This morning at 6 am an immaculately dressed June had unlocked the bedroom door and handed him a baby’s bottle of milk. The dark shadows under his eyes did not escape her gaze. “Poor Baby Sissy,” she mocked. “Didn’t you sleep very well? Never mind. Today we are going to Nana’s house but I don’t imagine the room will be any more comfortable!” After a nappy change, June retrieved the painter’s suit from the garage and helped him into it. “We don’t need Nana’s neighbours seeing you running around in a nappy, at least, not yet.” When they arrived at Nana’s house, June led him around the back of the house and pushed him in the garden shed. That was three and a half hours ago. “Out!” She barked, holding open the door. Steve snapped out of his reveries by the bright daylight blinding his eyes and June standing at the door. Her face dropped as the fetid aroma assailed her nostrils. “Did you just shit in your nappy?” Sissy wilted under her disgusted gaze and tears welled up in his eyes. The humiliation was just too much to bear. “I am sorry Mummy,” he wailed. “I just couldn’t hold on any longer.” “No, you couldn’t,” June sneered. She reached up and pinched his ear. “You’re just a cheating selfish and perverted sissy.” She dragged him down the garden path, oblivious to his painful protests. June pushed him into the kitchen and ripped off the thin white painting suit leaving Sissy clad only in his onesie and soiled nappy. She pointed at the floor. “On your knees and crawl through to the living room,” she ordered. “Unless explicitly instructed, you are not allowed to walk anymore.” Jane MacDonald was alone in the living room when Sissy crawled into the room. Sarah Whiteman and Paavai were upstairs getting the Nursery ready. The tall Scottish nurse stood and smiled as her ex-client skulked towards her. “Ah, and here comes Sissy,” Jane exclaimed. June walked behind the crawling sissy, prodding him along with a sharp stiletto toe on his behind. Steve halted in shock as he saw his ‘Nanny Smacks’ in front of him. “As you can tell by the foul smell, Sissy has soiled his nappies,” June explained. Jane MacDonald smiled. “That’s what big babies do. It is a smell we will be living with from now on!” She leant over and lifted Sissy’s mortified eyes to hers. “Hello Baby! Remember me? How does it feel to be living the dream for real now?” Tears were welling in Sissy’s eyes from the humiliation. “There, there,” Jane comforted. “I know you are not allowed to talk, so you don’t have to say anything. Nanny is going to take very good care of you while you are in her care.” Jane pulled up on his chin. “Sit on your heels.. Yes, that’s right.” Sissy obeyed and cringed as his soiled bottom grounded out on his legs. Jane crouched down in front of Sissy and started kneading the front of his sodden material. Sissy gasped as her fingers forcefully griped his hard member. She looked up at June. “He loves humiliation. That’s why his little penis is so hard in his dirty pants.” June shook her head in disbelief. “I find it amazing how he has managed to hide it from me for so long.” Jane smiled. “Big Sissy’s like Steve here know how to hide things, don’t they?” Jane pointed at the floor. “Now what does Nanny do when Sissy Baby poops in her nappy? Back on all fours now and crawl upstairs.” *****

One of the best stories I have ever read in this forum. Do hope you do another soon.

Mrs. Jane MacDonald alighted the taxi and waited for the driver to deliver her two large suitcases to the front door. She was immaculately dressed, her tall slender frame bore the lilac two piece suit she wore beautifully. At nearly sixty years old, Jane MacDonald was remarkably young looking with large piercing blue eyes behind titanium rimmed spectacles. Her long silver hair was styled in a classic bun with a beautiful gold and enamel hair comb enhancing the rear view. She had received a phone call from Mrs. Sarah Whiteman yesterday afternoon requesting her ‘special’ services for one month in the care of one her ‘clients’. Of course, it was not convenient but Sarah Whiteman had made a veiled threat, knowing she kept “Nanny Smacks” and her own private life completely separate. Jane did not know where she had received her information, but her future employer was well aware that her lucrative income from “Nanny Smacks” had never contributed to the national tax system. The compensation offered was very attractive for what Sarah described as mainly a consultancy role. She would be supervising and advising Sarah, her daughter and a carer in the 24/7 care involved in complete sissy and baby treatment of the son-in-law. Jane MacDonald was eminently qualified for the job, not only with her extensive knowledge and experience with this fetish facilitation, but also a lifetime of experience as a trained Nurse working at a secure mental hospital in the north of Scotland. She handed over a £20 pound note to the driver and told him to keep the change, then rang the doorbell. Of course, she knew Steve and he had been very generous over the past few years, even after he got married. He was heavily into humiliation and degradation and she was very comfortable about delivering solutions to his particular fetish but was now intrigued to know that his mother-in-law required the treatment to progress from a fetish into permanent lifestyle behaviour. Jane MacDonald smiled broadly as Sarah Whiteman and her daughter June opened the door. After the normal pleasantries, Sarah and June escorted their guest into the living room where a beautiful young woman of 18 years old brought in a tray of coffee and cups. The girl was wearing a simple black Saree and her long black hair was braided down her back. “Can I introduce my housekeeper Paavai to you? Paavai is from Behir in India and due to reasons I will explain later, cannot verbally communicate, but understands everything spoken in English.” A loud banging and crashing noise was heard from upstairs followed by men’s voices. “Sorry,” Sarah apologised. “The workmen are putting up the furniture in Sissy’s new ‘nursery’ upstairs. They won’t be long now.” Sarah waved to sofas and chairs. “Please sit.” When everyone was settled with coffee and biscuits, Sarah Whiteman looked around at her team that would be involved in getting her Sissy son-in-law committed for the rest of his life to a mental institution. June was totally focused on achieving this goal and would do everything necessary ensure success. Paavai had been with her as housekeeper for six months, having been her ‘client’ at the Charity for Migrant Female Abuse. Her Muslim family had forced her into a marriage at 13 years old to an abusive man and his father and brothers. She was kept a prisoner in a house in Leicester before escaping and ending up in a female hostel, which was run my Sarah’s charity. Due to frequent beatings and degraded with revolting sexual acts, Paavai was scarred so much by this experience that she cannot talk to this day and is frightened whenever she has to share a common area with a man. However, June and herself had spent an hour with Paavai explaining about Steve’s infidelity and about his sexual fetishes. When asked if she would like to participate in his punishment, Paavai had nodded enthusiastically. Sarah was confident that she would have the full cooperation of Jane MacDonald, as she really needed her nursing and fetish expertise. Her private investigator was amassing her tax records but he had assured her that there was enough evidence to send the Professional Dominatrix to jail for tax avoidance. However, she was hoping she would get the wholehearted support for the project as Jane had done a fair amount of mental research in her career. The ex-nurse obviously loved a challenge that she never had had the opportunity to perform before. Sarah addressed her little meeting. “Before we bring Sissy into the room, I will explain our aims here. In one month’s time, I want to present Sissy to a friend of mine who is a professor of medicine, specializing in mental health. He will be sympathetic to the main objective of getting Sissy committed, however, Sissy will have to show that he has all the requirements for the internment. When the experts meet him, he will appear to all intents and purposes as a real ‘adult baby’. He will not be able to communicate verbally but will cry or bawl if he needs his basic needs satisfied. His physical condition and coordination will have deteriorated to such an extent that he will find standing difficult and walking virtually impossible. Crawling will be his preferred mode of mobility.” Sarah noticed three resolute and accommodating faces in front of her. She continued. “He will be completely incontinent, having no control over his bowels or bladder. He will show no shame or embarrassment when seen by strangers. He might be naked, or having his soiled nappy changed, or even masturbating, he will have lost his dignity completely.” Sarah paused to allow her words to sink in. “How will we achieve this?” Her rhetorical question hung in the air. Sarah nodded at Jane. “Mrs. MacDonald, who has vast experience with mental health research and adult babies will outline our mission plans.” Jane smiled and opened a medical bag at her feet. She started removing items and putting them on the table. Half a dozen different phials of drugs, sterilized wrapped syringes and needles. Next came bottles of tablets and packets of anal suppositories. Finally a traditional Scottish tawse and wooden paddle was laid on the table. “We won’t use the cane in future as it could lead to broken skin and an infection, therefore, the paddle will be used instead. The tawse is more painful,” she pointed out. “But can leave marks if used excessively.” June looked indignant. “What use is punishment if it doesn’t hurt him? At least the cane made him suffer.” Jane smiled. “Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured her. “He will suffer with the drugs and the sleep deprivation he will be getting. But we will need to show that physically he has not been ill-treated.” “I agree with Mrs. MacDonald,” Sarah interrupted. “He has been a very wicked boy, and needs severe punishment, but the end result is more important, don’t you agree dear?” She laid a hand over her daughter’s. June nodded. Mrs. MacDonald picked up a clipboard. “We will work in teams and in shifts. It is very important that Sissy has 24 hour ‘care’, therefore myself and Mrs. Whiteman will do day shift from 6 till 1800 hrs and June and Paavai will do the night shift.” Jane tapped a pen on the board. “Just some important rules to follow.” She held up a finger. “One: Constant humiliation, punishment and degradation. Objective is to make Sissy feel worthless, unloved, unwanted and depressed.” “That should be easy,” smirked June. Sarah looked reproachfully at her. “Focus June. Stay professional.” Mrs. MacDonald held up two fingers. “Two: Strict adherence to my drug program. Sissy will be getting gradually increasing doses of a strong opiate based drug, among others.” She held up another finger. “Sleep deprivation. It is important that Sissy is deprived of sleep as much as possible.” Jane was interrupted by footsteps descending the stairs. Sarah went to the front door to let the workmen out. “Ok,” she announced to the gathering. “The Nursery is ready, shall we introduce Sissy to his new home for the next month?” *****

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“Does Nanny Smacks cane you?” Steve shook his head, looking terrified. “Well, there is a first time for everything.” June stood and seized his ear. “Up, and lie across the table.” Twisting his ear painfully, Steve was thrown across the table. June’s mother laughed, grabbing Steve’s wrists and holding him down. “The last time I saw someone being caned was your Uncle Tom when he was 17 years old. Dad made us all watch his punishment for stealing money out of Mum’s purse.” Sarah looked up at her daughter. “Six stokes should be fine, but lay them on hard.” June gently slapped the skin on his buttocks and increased intensity until both cheeks had reddened over. “Just a little warm-up,” she explained to her Mum, giggling at the same time. She tapped the inside of his ankles with her foot. “Spread those legs, more, wider…” Steve flinched as she reached in between his thighs and grabbed his genitals. Steve grunted loudly with pain as she squeezed. “Don’t you dare drop that dummy, do you understand?” An extra strong grip on his testicles reinforced the message and Steve held onto the teat in his mouth. “His penis is getting bigger,” observed Sarah. June looked. “Perhaps he is going to enjoy his caning,” she laughed. June gripped his hair and yanked his face off the table. “Don’t drop that dummy, or your punishment gets worse.” June stood back and laid in with the first stroke. John only heard the whistle of the bamboo through the air but felt the pain a split second before the ‘thwack’ sounded dimly in his ears. He screamed, the dummy shooting across the table. “Please!” He pleaded. “No more. I beg of you!” Sarah pressed down firmly on his wrists as he struggled to free himself. June retrieved the dummy and returned it to his mouth. “An extra stroke for loosing the dummy and an extra stoke for talking. Keep this up Sissy Boy and we will be here all morning!” Again, the cane fell but John managed to hold onto the dummy through his shriek. After four strokes, June paused and stoked his burning buttocks where the livid welts were rising. His penis had shrunk back to its diminutive size and the only sound in the room was his laboured breathing. Sarah’s face was flushed and her heart was thumping in her chest. Guiltily she realized that Steve’s suffering had been a tremendous turn on for her. She tried to hide her eyes from her daughter but it was too late; June had a knowing smile on her face. “This is hot, isn’t it Mum?” June asked, laughing. “I will certainly have to change my knickers after this.” “I can’t wait to do that,” Sarah replied. She stood and hitched up her skirt and slid down her own panties. “As our Sissy likes used panties so much, he will definitely like these.” Sarah balled up the white cotton briefs and held them under Steve’s nose. “OK, we will swop the dummy for the panties. Spit it out.” Sarah dabbed the wet tear tracks on his face with the panties before pushing them into his mouth. “Now, that will keep him quieter.” “Good idea Mum, Sissy love dirty panties.” Steve had no chance to enjoy the knickers in his mouth before June was lining up her next cane stroke. She stroked the bamboo against the skin at the top of his thighs. A deep guttural sound came from Steve as the fifth stroke landed. June caressed the back of his neck. “What a noise! Honestly Sissy, you will have to develop a better pain tolerance than this!” She ran a finger between his buttocks and lightly touched his anus. “We are going to have such fun with your Sissy training, aren’t you a lucky boy?” Steve felt her hand surround his stiffening cock. “Good Boy,” she clucked. “Get hard for Mummy.” The sixth and seventh stroke covered fresh skin on his thighs and Steve was jumping about like a scalded cat. Steve turned and pleaded with his eyes at his tormentor. “Poor Baby, you want me to take pity on you?” June mocked. “Did you believe there would be no consequences from your cheating?” Steve wailed into his gag. June looked at his bottom and thighs. “I can’t see a clean place for the final strike. Maybe Mum you would do the honours?” Sarah took the cane and examined her daughter’s handiwork. “Pull him over the table so that his feet are off the floor and spread his legs as wide as possible,” she instructed. June obliged, steering Steve into the required position by his ear. His genitals were roughly manhandled so they were on plain view between his thighs. Steve felt Sarah position herself at this head and lay the cane vertically between his buttocks. “Ready Sissy?” Sarah lifted the cane over her shoulder and brought it down with all her might, striking the cleft accurately, cruelly and very effectively. A final howl came from Steve as the tip of the cane beat into his testicles. Great gulping sobs were sounding from behind the panty gag. June rolled his injured balls around in her hand. “No damage done. Stop crying now, that noise is annoying me.” June pulled the panties out of his mouth. “From now on, it is forbidden for you to speak to me or Nana, and on the rare occasions, you will be required to answer questions, so the general rule is what? You may answer.” “I must remain silent June.” Steve whispered. “I am not June to you anymore. June is an address used by other adults to me. But we all know you are not an adult, don’t we? What do you call me?” Steve looked up at her. “Mummy?” He questioned. June nodded and pointed at her mother. “That is Nana, and I want you to thank us both for your punishment and the panties that Nana kindly gave you for your spanking.” Steve opened his mouth to speak. “Not there, on your knees. Now!” June barked, pointing at the floor. Steve slid off the table and onto the floor. He surprised June by bending over and kissing her ankles and feet. He then shuffled over to Sarah and did the same. “I wonder where he learned to do that,” Sarah laughed. “Thank you Mummy and Nana for the punishment and thank you Nana for the panties.” “That’s better, now, there is just one more thing to clarify,” added June. “You know who I am and you now know Nana, but I want you to tell us what you are?” June looked down at him, cocking an eye. “Mummy I am…” Steve looked confused and frightened. June prompted him. “Repeat after me. I am a Sissy Baby, a Pathetic Sissy Baby!” “I am a Pathetic Sissy Baby Mummy.” June nodded. “You are not Steve anymore. When you were my husband, you were Steve, but now you will be known as Sissy, or Sissy Baby, do you understand?” June held up one of his terry toweled nappies. “What do Sissy Babies wear?” Steve dropped his eyes to the floor. “Nappies, Mummy.” *****

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While her mother was on the phone, June prepared the spare room. Her heart heavy with anger and sadness knowing Steve was no longer her husband. She felt nothing for him; the level of his adultery had left her cold and empty. She wished she could just throw him out of the house and be done with it; but understood and sympathized with her mother’s position. Now she just wanted to hurt him, punish him for the hurt he has caused her. Stripping the bed, she covered the mattress with a plastic sheet and sealed it in place with gaffer tape. Steve’s baby supplies were arranged in and on the chest of drawers. There were two large towelling nappies and a half empty packet of disposable nappies. The suitcase had even yielded safety pins and baby wipes so she was well prepared to start Steve on the road to permanent babyhood. She found her mother in the kitchen who had just finished her phone call. "I spoke to a private detective that I have used before and he will get back to me within the hour." June nodded, moving over to the kitchen window. She tapped the glass and a forlorn Steve looked up from the garden bench he was sitting on. There was very little shelter in the garden and the beech tree he was sitting under gave very little shelter from the rain. June waved him in, opening the back door at the same time. “Stop!” She said. “You are soaking and you are not coming in the kitchen like that. Strip!!” “What?” He said incredulously. “You can’t be serious it’s pouring with rain out here.” “Of course I am serious, if you want coming you will take off all your clothes, and you will do it quickly. Make up your mind?” June stood on the threshold with her arms crossed. Steve stared at her for a moment and then started undressing. “Those too,” Julie pointed at his waist. Realising he was not going to get anywhere, Steve pull down his underpants and left them in the clothes pile outside in the rain. June stepped back and allowed him into the kitchen. He was cold and shivering and Sarah started drying him with a kitchen towel. He stood there meekly as she completed the task. June pointed at the kitchen table where a terry nappy, pins and plastic pants waited. Ominously, lying next to them was a thin garden cane. “Sit.” She ordered. "We need to talk, or should I say, I need to talk. Please don't interrupt or reply. Your only job now is to listen. Do you understand?" Steve nodded, totally subdued. June sat next to him and took a baby’s dummy out of her pocket, laying it on the table in front of him. His mouth open with surprise and shock. "You hurt me really bad. Not only with your gross infidelity but mainly with the deception about your fetish. You should've told me all about it before we were married." June dabbed her eyes with a tissue and then continued. "Instead, you let me, my mother, my sisters and my friends believe we were a loving couple while you are cavorting with other women to satisfy your sick desires. You avoided making love to me so that you could masturbate into nappies and other women’s knickers.” June looked at Steve scornfully. “That is just so unbelievably pathetic.” Steve withered under her contemptuous stare and shrunk lower in his chair. The rain outside had now turned to a torrent and a flash of lighting lit up the kitchen. A few seconds later a loud crash of thunder boomed out, causing Steve to look up nervously at the window. Theatrically, June held up her finger where her wedding ring was and slowly pulled it off. She lay it on the table next to the dummy. “At the moment, I feel our marriage is null and void as you have lied and cheated on me. But I still need your….” June looked down at his shrivelled penis. “Shall I say, your seed to conceive but that will be at my terms. My mother and I have discussed it and we have decided to give you a choice.” June pointed at the baby’s dummy and the wedding ring lying on the table in front of Steve. “Pick up the ring and you can have some dry clothes, shoes and an overcoat and you can walk out of that door, with the wedding ring, and I never want to see or hear from you ever again.” June let the first choice hang in the air for a few seconds. “Or, you can pick up the dummy, put it in your mouth and stay in this house but as a Pathetic Sissy baby that we all know you really are. You can expect humiliation and pain and you will never be allowed to use the toilet again. That will be your life from now on.” After a short pause, June rapped her knuckles on the table. “Well? What is it going to be?” June held up a finger. “Just don’t talk, I don’t want to hear your voice at all!” Steve’s hand wavered over the ring and the dummy but he knew the choice has already been made for him. He picked up the dummy and put it in his mouth, fresh tears were now streaming down his face. June smiled slightly and picked up the garden cane. *****

“What are you doing on my phone?” Steve demanded, as he entered the kitchen. June ignored him for a few moments as she continued to browse. A heavy silence hung in the air. June waved at a chair. “Sit down, we need to talk,” she said gravely. “I have some questions. First off, how long have you been on Tinder?” Steve started to bluster. “What! Give that back to me!” He tried to snatch the phone out of her hands, but she was too fast, managing to land a heavy slap across his face which stopped him dead in his tracks. He slumped back in his chair, defeated and crushed. “It’s all here Steve, there are half a dozen ‘friends’ listed here, with their phone numbers, records of your sordid chats with them. Your private email shows even more names.” June continued to browse in silence while her mother sat quietly with a smug look on her face. “Who is Nanny Smacks?” June asked, looking up at her devastated husband. Steve buried his face in his hands. June continued to bury the knife. “You had an appointment with her on Tuesday this week and also last night? She writes here: ‘Thank you for the changing table.’ What changing table?” June looked at her mother who looked equally puzzled. “Another email here from Nanny Smacks says: ‘Your rubber pants arrived today in the post. I hope they are big enough to fit over your terry nappies?’ Your terry nappies?” June glared at her speechless husband. Sarah broke her silence. “June,” she said, holding her daughter’s hand. “I think Steve has a fetish and this ‘Nanny Smacks’ women is the ‘paid help’, if you know what I mean.” June looked shocked. “Fetish?” she repeated. “For nappies and rubber pants?” June looked at Steve, before reaching across the table and pulling down his hands. “Is this true?” Steve started crying, nodding at the same time. June stared at him darkly while he sobbed before reaching for a jotting pad and pen. She wrote on the pad and slid it across to Steve. “Stop crying and fill in the missing blanks” Realizing that he was backed into a corner, with a shaking hand he picked up the pen and wrote down his phone password and his computer password. June held out her hand. “Also the key to your computer desk drawer and the suitcase in the bedroom cupboard.” He looked up at her shocked. “Yes, we know about that too. Steve you will have no more secrets from me from now on.” He reached into his pocket and handed over a bunch of keys. June held out her hand. “Your wallet and car keys?” Shaking, Steve reached into his jacket pocket and handed over the requested items. June opened the fridge and handed Steve a bottle of water. “Go and work in the garden until we call you in the house. You can mow the lawn, cut the hedge and clean up the patio area. Don’t you dare come into the house until you are called in.” ***** While her mother went off to the bedroom to open the suitcase, June started up the computer and was busy with emails, browser history, and other programs that had been hiding his ‘double life’. The drawer yielded fetish magazines devoted to female domination, and adult babies, one magazine was specifically devoted to ‘Sissy Babies’ and had pictures of stern nurses looking after grown men dressed as baby girls. June was quite shocked, completely drained after learning that she had married some sort of monster. The emails showed Steve had been dating some of the women from Tinder. One women called ‘Charlene’ wrote that she would be delighted to smack his bottom while he was wearing her panties. Another woman called Trudy thanked him for the lovely dinner and that he would have ‘fresh’ panties the next time they met. June felt sick and had to turn off the computer to recover. She gathered up the magazines and DVD’s and met her mother in the bedroom. Arranged and sorted neatly on the bed were the contents of the open suitcase. Sarah pointed out the different items. “Adult cloth nappies, plastic waterproof pants with ruffles and lacy trims, rubber pants. Pink onesies, bibs, booties, mittens, dummies, bonnets and two pink dresses.” June stared at all the items. “So, every baby needs a Nanny? That is where this ‘Nanny Smacks’ comes in?” Sarah nodded. June sat on the bed and broke down, realizing her marriage was in tatters and her husband didn’t exist anymore. “Mum,” she wailed. “What shall I do? I suppose it is divorce now?” Sarah put her arm around her daughter’s shoulders and hugged her. “Certainly not! Our family does not need a scandal like this and we are family! We stick together,” she said emphatically. “I am sorry darling, but divorce is not an option! I would not be able to show my face at the Church again, nor the WI, nor the Red Cross. Tongues would wag and I would be made a laughing stock!” June looked shocked. “But I can’t live with him now! I don’t even want him in the house at this moment! He is a sick pervert! He should be committed to a hospital!” Sarah calmed her near hysterical daughter. “Now, that is not a bad idea,” Sarah mused. “I must do some research, but if we pressed, shall we say, all the right buttons, maybe one day we could ‘lose’ Steven to a private mental institution.” June looked puzzled. “I don’t understand?” Sarah smiled. “You said he was a sick pervert, and I know of doctors who would certainly agree with that but only if certain criteria was met, like his inability to communicate, his inability to make decisions, his inability to look after himself, his non-existent social skills, his complete lack of motivation, and his inability to work. All these things combined would grant a legal acceptance of hospital commitment.” June’s eyes lit up. “Good Riddance to him, I hope he rots there. Bastard!” “Now, now young lady. None of that language.” Sarah corrected her daughter. “In order to achieve the results we desire we will need to be focused and disciplined.” June smiled. “Sorry Mum, I am still so angry. I want so much to make him suffer for the treachery and the pain he has caused me.” Sarah patted her daughter’s hand. “Oh, he will suffer, I promise you, but first we must contain him with deception.” June’s eyebrows rose. “Deception?” “We will lead him into a false sense of security,” Sarah explained. “I still don’t understand?” June said. Sarah laughed. “Oh, you will understand, but first I must telephone this ‘Nanny Smacks’. I need to make her an offer, hopefully one that she can’t refuse!” *****