“Wait! What?” Mikey cried. “You said I was getting ready for bed. I can’t go downstairs and let Sophie and Emily see me like this. They’ll laugh at me!”

“They may well laugh at you, young man,” replied Jessica coldly, “but your aunt said that you were to get ready for bed and then return downstairs before retiring. And that is what you will do. So unless you want me to undress you, take off your nappies, and spank your bottom again then I suggest you do as you’re told.”

“But PLEASE….” he begged.

Jessica grabbed his arm and spun him round so that he was facing away from her. Then she smacked the back of both his thighs, leaving livid red marks where her hand had landed. The boy tried to dance out of the way, but the combination of her firm grip, and the bulkiness of his nappies made escape impossible. He felt more tears running down his cheeks.

“I can see you're going to need some very firm discipline” Jessica said, ominously. She then grabbed Mikey’s hand and led the humiliated boy downstairs. He waddled awkwardly, unused to the bulk between his legs, and incredibly self-conscious about the loud rustling noise from his plastic panties.

When they got to the living room the ladies were enjoying a post dinner gin and tonic. He thought they all looked so grown up sat there drinking cocktails, and the contrast with himself in his babyish nappies was almost unbearable.

“Ah! There you are.” His aunt said matter-of-factly. “Was he any trouble, Jessica?”

“Well, yes Ma’am,” she replied, “I’m afraid he was. He was a bit reluctant to get into the bath, and then he wouldn’t choose any protection, so I had to choose for him. And then once I’d got him dressed for bed he refused to come downstairs.”

“Goodness me!” his aunt said indignantly. “I can see we’re going to have to be very strict with this one. Did you have to spank him, Jessica?”

All the while this conversation was going on poor Mikey just had to stand there, his situation being discussed around him as if he were nothing more than a toddler, incapable of having input to the grown ups’ conversation. And just as he’d feared, his cousins were barely able to conceal their mirth at his babyish attire.

“I did, Ma’am,” Jessica replied, and as she did so she turned Mikey round to show not only his fatly padded bottom, but also the redness on his thighs.

“His bottom is even redder than his thighs, Ma’am. If it weren’t for the soft padding of his thick nappies, I don’t think he’d be sitting down for a little while.”

Mikey caught sight of himself in the mirror above the fireplace. He could see how bulky his bottom looked with his fat nappies on. He could see how his onesie was holding his nappies tightly in place around his bottom. He could see the lace edging of his plastic panties protruding from under his onesie. And he could see how red his thighs were from the spanks Jessica had just given him. He realised with dismay that he looked just like a toddler who’d been punished. Once again, tears started to run down his cheeks as he tried to come to terms with his utterly humiliation situation.

“Oh look” teased Sophie, “the little baby is crying. Shall I get a tissue to wipe away his tears?”

Mikey knew she was pretending to be helpful, but that she was actually revelling in his humiliation. His aunt, however, seemed oblivious, and said “That would be very kind, Sophie, if you would wipe away the baby’s tears.”

Her words, describing him so casually as ‘the baby’ cut like a knife. Mikey decided enough was enough. He balled his fists and stamped his feet. “I'm NOT a baby!” he screamed, “and I won’t let you treat me like one!”

For a few seconds the room was silent. Just as Mikey was beginning to feel he'd won a victory however, his aunt spoke up. “What a performance” she said coldly. “You’re protesting that you're not a baby by throwing a temper tantrum just like a toddler. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d wet your nappies too. Have you wet your nappies, Mikey? Jessica – would you check if he’s wet his nappies please?”

That wasn’t at all the response Mikey was hoping for, and he realised he was no match for these imposing women. Jessica stepped forward and grabbed Mikey round the waist with one arm. With her other hand she pushed two fingers under the leg hole of his plastic panties and inside his nappies. He had to just stand there as she felt around to see if he'd wet himself.

“He seems to still be dry, Ma’am” she said. Mikey hung his head in shame. He was realising his fate was entirely out of his hands.