Veronica continued, “I think that it nearly broke her heart when she had to quit working. For a long time now we have all been trying to get her to at least get back into the scene and come to play parties. We are all real excited about her taking you on.”

“She seems to be doing fine right now why did she stop doing the… party stuff anyway?” I ask and then remembered!

Veronica laughed, “Gotcha! I see a bit of diaper rash in your future!” After another chuckle and a kiss on my forehead she answered me. “At the time when her illness started to become a problem, she had a live in slave. His name was Peter but she usually just called him Slut. He had been with her for about 6 months at the time and she was beginning to consider offering him a more permanent sort of contract. She had a big flare up and was just totally down for almost two weeks. Without her constant attention to him Slut became a lot less of a pleasure to be around. Basically he begged out of his contract because she couldn’t do her part as often and strongly as he desired. When he left her she just didn’t want to go there again.”

I looked up at her just dying to ask a question and she could tell. “You are already getting a whuppin another “slip up” won’t add to it.”

“Are you saying that he fucking left her while she was sick?? AND that she was sort of thinking about marrying him or something before he did that??”

“Yeah that pretty well covers it. It caused a hell of a stir too. The bastard suddenly couldn’t find anyone that would even play with him at the parties. Any time he did find someone that would, somebody would go and explain it to the top and she would dump him. He finally just had to leave town but it followed him and last I heard he had gotten out of it totally.”

I laid there and thought about that for a while. Gail was so kind and treated me so nice. I would never do something like that to her. Eventually Veronica decided that it was time and I was stripped and bent over the end of the sofa. She used a belt and first made me cry and then continued until I stopped and started to like it. When she put my diaper back on it made me cry again.

Once I settled down she fed me and nursed me and then took me to bed where she offered me something else to nurse on. I was a VERY good baby and nursed on her until she was nearly climbing the walls. She checked my diaper again and put what she found there to very good use. Once I was re-diapered she put me down for a nap. I didn’t really sleep but I did think a lot.

When Gail got home she came and got me up. She seemed a little tired but in a good mood. She took me to the sofa where I sat between her and Jessie while Veronica made lunch for them. They chatted idly and then decided to check my diaper. I think they did it just because it always embarrasses me.

“Veronica,” Jessie called, “The baby seems to have a little rash. What happened?”

Veronica called from the kitchen laughing. “He slipped up and said something. He was soooo cute; you should have seen his face when he realized what he had done. He took it really good though. Gail, I think he’s going to grow up and be a real pain slut. He cried hard and then got happy before we were done.” She laughed again, “He can mess up for me any time. I had a wonderful time.”

“I can tell that you did.” Jessie assured her. “Was that the only fun that you had?”

“You know it wasn’t. I fed him and then let him nurse in a most novel fashion. I think he had a nice time too.”

Jessie changed the diaper and put some lotion on my butt. She also, since she was there and had a slippery finger, went in and massaged my prostate for a long, long time. My head was in Gail’s lap and my feet were in Jessie’s. She just sat there massaging while she and Gail talked. She was very skillful and made it feel wonderful without making it push me into a panic of need.

Jessie said, “I think that the baby is doing very well don’t you Gail?”

Gail stroked my face. “I knew he would he is about the sweetest baby that I have ever seen. He tries so very hard to do what we ask of him. His Mama kept him pretty well under control and didn’t ever let him fully grow up. It has caused him a lot of troubles because she gave him mixed signals and allowed his Father to brow beat him while trying to make him grow up in his image. The back and forth pulling made him evermore uncertain of what was expected of him.”

“I wish that there was some way to like send babies home with an instruction manual. Hell you get an instruction manual with a can opener! All a parent gets is lots of conflicting opinions from everyone and half of THAT is wrong. The politicians got involved and now you aren’t even supposed to teach them manners or spank them!”

Gail laughed, “Well this time around he doesn’t have to worry about THAT. He’s going to get all the things a baby needs to make them grow up into a happy health adult.”

Veronica came in with their lunch and after Jessie had withdrawn from my ass and put my diaper back on she traded me to Veronica. She went to wash up and by the time she returned Veronica had me with my head in her lap nursing.

My schedule was simple; I was feed 6 times a day with 30 minutes nursing immediately following. They inserted a suppository after every feeding. I Received enemas in the morning and enemas again that evening and was kept in a diaper throughout. I generally slept with Gail at night and with Veronica for my morning nap and Jessie for my afternoon nap. I think the suppositories made me sleepy a lot. At least twice a day I would get a little cranky or SOMETHING and get a rather humiliating baby spanking and be put to bed alone for an hour. So went Friday Saturday and Sunday.

Sunday night I was put in bed with Veronica and she explained to me that if I would be really good that I would now be allowed to walk without holding anyone’s hand. I was also warned that if I was bad that my spankings would now be more forcefully offered. I would also start getting a tiny bit of baby food now and have a morning and afternoon playtime. Veronica told me that she would be there for my morning enemas and then return for the evening feedings and enemas. Jessie would come when she could, depending on her schedule. After explaining this to me she took off my diaper and we made slow gentle love.

I woke up in the morning with a wet diaper. This was beginning to seriously concern me. Veronica must read minds because she smiled as she changed my diaper and said, “Don’t worry little man. We will potty train you soon and you will stop this. It is just that you have let yourself become Gail’s baby and even in your sleep you try to please and mind her wishes. That is one reason you are going to get a little more slack now.”

She took me to Gail and after they had breakfast I was taken to Gail’s bed and pealed for my morning enemas. Gail smiled and told me that my enemas were going to be a little more challenging now. When she brought the bag out I could see what she meant. The bag was a full gallon and the nozzle was huge!

All my baby enemas were done with me on my back and evidently that was to continue. Gail spent a long time preparing me and then Veronica started inserting the nozzle. It was almost too big and by the time that she had it in me I was crying. She opened the clamp and flooded me fast until I started to cramp and then slowed it. All I could do was whimper and whine when I cramped a little and then ball and squall if they didn’t slow or stop it. If I got too loud I got a spanking. By the time the full gallon was in me I had been spanked three times! They used the hair brush and it hurt!

I was made to hold it until I was in just a total panic and squalling before I was taken to the bathroom. Gail eased the nozzle out warning of dire consequences if I failed to hold until she gave me permission. She made me stand there over the toilet and wait until I started to leak just a tiny bit before seating me and letting me go.

She held my face to her tummy and stroked my back. “That’s my good baby. You are doing so very good. I know it is hard on you but you have to understand that life is often hard and sometimes people make you do things that you don’t want to do. You just need to accept it and do the best you can.”

When I was done and cleaned she took me back to the bed and cuddled me while Veronica went to make another enema. I was pretty happy until she came out with the bag. It was HUGE! She hag gotten out the 5+ quart Olympic bag and it was bulging and full. She also had put an even bigger nozzle and waved it at me with a smile. All that I could do was cry so that is what I did.

Gail pulled my legs back and Veronica began with a seriously intense anal massage and lubrication. This calmed me a little but not too much because what was coming was hanging there over me and couldn’t be ignored.

The nozzle was too big! I didn’t want it and that just made it worse as she was insistent and just kept working it until it passed into me. I knew that if I got loud I would just get spanked and that would only add to my unhappiness so I just cried and sobbed quietly through the entire thing.

I guess to some extent the mind set that Gail was trying to encourage was indeed happening. I cried without shame and Gail comforted me by stroking my face and tummy but it didn’t stop. The enema went on and on and every time that I was sure I couldn’t take anymore Veronica would pause it, rub my tummy and then add a little more when the cramps eased.

When it was finally all in place she closed the clamp and just patted my ass. They just sat there stroking me but making no move to help me up or let me go to the toilet. I finally started to cry harder and at last they took me for my release.