Benjy

Good to know Jen, it is great to keep the old stories alive as they were so important during our 'formative" years.

Remember 1974 and Rubber Life? I have ripped a story from within. Hope you enjoy. . THE RUBBER NURSE The time Jimmy had both dreaded and hoped for had arrived: his lusciously endowed Aryan nurse, Gretta, had returned for his evening care. He was so proud of himself and he knew she would be pleased with him—he had kept his diapers dry. But, nonethe¬ less, his anxiety was obvious; beads of sweat began forming on his forehead. Gretta would be pleased, but her rewards did not always take the expected form. As she unstrapped him from his bed and carried him to the work table, Jimmy’s thoughts raced back over the past two weeks, which had begun when he an¬ swered an ad in the paper: “. .. expert, personalized care for infantile adults...He had dialed the number immediately, his hand trembling, and a low, sensuous, but motherly voice had given him an address on Hoover and told him to come right over. He had run to the bus stop! He remembered the incredible excitement he had felt when the large-framed woman led him down a long corridor. And he remembered white—everything an antiseptic white. How his heart was beating when he was led into this room and the delicate, but distinctive odor of rubber and baby powder had invaded his en¬ tire being. On the far wall he immediately saw the cabinet filled with diapers and rubber clothing near a large water bed. An oper¬ ating table on the other side had sent a shiver up his spine. His reflections were interrupted as Gretta dropped him to the changing table and stretched the rubber pants away to check his diapers. His heart speeded with anticipation. “Well, I see we are still dry! My, my, has my baby learned so quickly to control himself? But no, that cannot be. We must be constipated, poor baby! Well, Nurse Gretta will fix that.” Jimmy swallowed hard-he knew what was about to happen. He wanted to yell out “NO” but he had learned early in his training that infants couldn’t talk, so he whimpered his disagreement as Gretta strapped him face-down on the work table. “Don’t cry, Jim Jim, we’re going to feel so much better once we’ve had our enema,” Gretta smiled, and Jimmy shivered as she held the colonic needle up in front of him. “Well, how much of this lovely, warm, soapy solution will we need today? Three quarts? FOUR quarts?” Jimmy gritted his teeth and tight¬ ened his muscles as she pulled his diaper aside. With the pipe in place Gretta released the valve and the flow began-slowly at first, then faster. The warm liquid crept sensu¬ ously into him. Jimmy closed his eyes and breathed deeply. What a fantastic feeling it was—the warmth flowing deep within his loins. But the gentle sensations changed to discomfort as the soapy fluid began reaching his deepest recesses, and the pressure began to build. On and on the flow continued, un¬ til he was sure he would soon explode. But still it continued. Just when he thought he would certainly go mad from the pain, Gretta removed the pipe and pinned his diapers back in place. Then she pulled his protective rubber panties over the diapers and, giving his bottom a slight pat, she said, “Well, that ought to oc¬ cupy us for a while. Now be a good boy and hold onto it until Nurse Gretta gets back and takes Jim Jim to the potty. We don’t want to think about what might happen if baby should mess his panties,” she said as she placed a bottle of warm formula at his lips and left the room. Minutes seemed to become hours as he lay there, waiting for Gretta to return. The pressure within his loins, on his bladder, throughout his entire being was enormous. His muscles ached; his head pounded from the tension. He thought he would die-he wished he could die-the prin cut through him, but still he held. He was determined to hold it, to avoid the indignation, the humili¬ ation an accident would bring upon him. But then his body, his natural functions, overpowered his will, his muscles relaxed and the flow began. Glorious relief was all he felt as the liquid left him, creeping to the far reaches of his rubber pants, soaking his dia¬ per. He sighed deeply as the pain throughout his body subsided into a moment of tran¬ quility, but he tensed when he heard the door open. Gretta knew immediately that it had happened, but she checked to give his humiliation a nudge. She grabbed him by the hair and shook his head, scolding him ve¬ hemently. “What a bad baby; evil, naughty child. You must be punished. You can think about the punishment you will receive while I clean up this mess.” She lowered the rubber pants and re¬ moved the soiled diapers, tossing them into a hamper near the door. When she had wiped him with a dry diaper she fixed a dish of warm soapsuds for his sponge bath. The soapy sponge and her slippery hands slid down between his legs, cleaning deep within his crevice. Back and forth, around his male symbol she scrubbed, exciting the delicate little tool to rigidity. Gretta laughed at the enforced erection. “Well, lookie that. Sweet, naughty baby Jim Jim has a little hardie on. How cute. If we only had a little girl baby for him to try to push it in,” she teased, as his face grew red from embarrassment. When she had dried him she applied the warm baby oil, which included a mild irri¬ tant. She massaged the oil into his buttocks, down between the cheeks, between his legs, on and all around his organ. He closed his eyes and sighed as the gentle infantile sensa¬ tions engulfed him. Just then he felt the table being tilted and a searing pain rippled through his loins. “CRACK!” he heard the noise an instant later. Again he felt the star¬ tling pain slice across his buttocks, and only then did he realize it was Gretta’s powerful palm. Again and again she flailed his up¬ turned tail, till it turned a purplish-red color. She raised her hand for one final stinging blow. Down it came with all the force her powerful arm could muster. It slashed across his inflamed buttocks and the sound of the collision became a scream as the pain shot through him. The pain and humiliation remained as Gretta removed the con¬ fining straps, powdered him and pinned a fresh set of diapers in place. Jimmy stayed perfectly still while she changed him and went to the cabinet for a clean pair of rubber pants. Gretta held up his legs as she slipped the rubbery protectors on, and he lifted himself up while she slipped the panties over the diapers. Panties in place, Gretta literally pulled Jimmy off the work table by his ear and forced him forward to the other side of the room. “Time for naughty Jim Jim’s evening meal. Tonight, because he’s been such a bad baby, I think we’ll have creamed spinach. Won’t that be nice?” and she laughed as her infantile patient grimaced.

I bought the story. Big Anti climax,,

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I would love updates!! Good start..

Prey continue. Very good story.

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love this story. well done. please continue.,.,

Yes. it is fast paced. I just wished maybe you had spent a little more time on how the relationship developed.

Sorry to say this, but this is unreadable..

Please keep it up. I enjoyed this story and I would like to follow how his relationship with Nanny develops

looking forward to more.. thanks for sharing.

Why dont you put the book up here? This is a story site?

Nice story, well written. Hope it continues

Good Start. Nice writing style. Please keep it up.