The advert in my local newspaper was cryptic to those who didn't know. But it spoke to me. As I read it I couldn't believe my eyes. My jaw dropped.
"Attractive, mature, assertive woman seeks a young man who understands his place in the world and would like to be guided by an experienced firm hand."
When I saw the ad my eyes popped. It was an oddly worded ad, to say the least. Perfectly phrased to catch someone like me. Someone who might read it and understand it's hidden meaning. I couldn't resist answering. I yearned for such a woman.
Her reply came in the form of a questionnaire! I had my work cut out for me, but it excited me to read her questions:
Have you ever imagined yourself younger than you are?
What games has this caused you to play?
Alone or with another?
Have you ever worn plastic baby panties?
What about dummies and baby bottles?
Have you ever been spanked?
Have you ever been punished or disciplined?
What is your most secret sexual fantasy?
Are you submissive? Passive? Docile?
Do you like following orders and being told what to do?
How tall are you?
What are your waist and neck sizes?
Are you prepared to visit and stay the night?
I gulped. Most of it was all YES in capitals. And my most secret sexual fantasy has always been imagining an attractive woman spanking me and forcing me to wear plastic baby panties, suck a dummy, and other things like that. I couldn't believe my luck. Could this really be true? I replied with my most honest answers and, as she had demanded, a full length photo of myself totally naked, front and back views, plus a copy of my drivers license to verify me. She had stated "I don't want to see your penis erect."
I was anxious for her reply. It seemed like time crawled as I waited. Had she read my answers and seen my photo and decided I wasn't right for her? Each night I put on my only pair of plastic baby panties and sucked on my dummy, thinking of her.
Then the envelope came!
I opened it quickly. Fumbling and excited and anxious all at the same time. I was still wearing my pearly clear, thin, soft plastic baby panties. My little pee pee thrilled as it rubbed against the wet plastic.
Dear Little One,
Thank you for being a good boy and sending me all the items I requested. You have shown yourself to be an obedient little boy. And good boys get rewarded! Don't they?
You are to come to my house on Sunday for afternoon tea. Would you like that? I'm sure you will. Call me (number at top) and let me know your answer. For now you can call me Ma'am. I trust you understand. I am quite discriminating and want to see you in my house so I can have a good look at you. I make you no promises at this point. You are to wear your plastic baby panties when you visit me. Is that clear? I shall remind you when you call. Don't keep me waiting for your call. Call me now, like the good little boy you want to be.
I swooned. I couldn't believe it. Her words were like pearls, but they were powerful and threatening as well. She is telling me what to do! My little pee pee started to grow. I knew I would have to go back to bed and play with myself. Then my pee pee felt a sudden shock, as I remembered her instructions... Don't make me wait. Call me now, like the good little boy you want to be. I was suddenly afraid. If I didn't obey her immediately what would happen? She was making me jump. And I liked it. I wanted to be made to jump. I dialed her number...
"Hello... er, Ma'am? This is David."
"Oh, so you sound like that do you? Not uncharming. Are you ready to meet me then?"
"What! Don't be a bad boy."
"Er, sorry Ma'am. I, I... "
"You are a shy little boy aren't you?"
"Er, yes, I suppose I am Ma'am (I mumbled)"
"Don't mumble! Listen carefully. You're to come to my house at 1PM sharp. Neatly dressed but not overdressed. And of course you are to wear your plastic baby panties. Is all that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I, I... "
"Stop stuttering. Just be a good boy and be here on time. We'll take it from there. OK?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
"You can thank me in person on Sunday. Now, are you wearing your plastic baby panties?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I've been wearing them all night."
"I want you to go back to bed and play with yourself. You are to remember the sound of my voice and you are to think about visiting me. This should give you plenty of room for your little fantasy. Now go and do it!"
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
I rushed to my bed, head swimming with too many ideas. I was so excited at hearing her voice. And so excited that she invited me to visit. I couldn't believe my luck. I pulled back the bedsheet to reveal the shiny rubber undersheet. I like the feel and smell so much, I wanted to lie directly on it. The perfume of the rubber hit me as I lay down. My hand felt my big erection, the shininess of the thin plastic panties, the throbbing and yearning. I stroked. The plastic baby panties were wet and slippery, making me even more excited. I remembered her instructions to listen for her voice. I relaxed a bit, lay back and stroked slowly. Then I began hearing her voice! What she said to me. How she said it. Exactly what she said. And as I remembered her voice I realized she was already controlling me and taking care of me. I orgasmed and moaned. I yearned to meet her. I couldn't wait. I was excited, and I was afraid too.
Sunday finally came.
I was walking towards her door in the warm sunshine. I was quite wet in my plastic baby panties, so I could feel my pee pee sliding around in them. I was dressed neatly. Being told to be neat made me feel like a little boy. It reminded me of the way older women have of dressing young boys. Always clean and neat and proper. I looked at her shiny red door and the bay window. I had never seen a picture of her. What would she look like? I had no idea. All I knew was that she was already taking control of me. I was doing as she told me. As long as I followed her voice I would be okay. It excited me to follow her.
I froze the moment I rang the doorbell. I saw her open the door and I looked at her but didn't see her clearly. I was so excited all I saw was a woman slightly taller than me in a dark dress. She looked very composed. I was frozen to the spot, unable to say anything.
"Oh, you poor boy! Get inside immediately."
I hurried past her, feeling a shiver run through me.
"Straight ahead and into the kitchen, there's a good boy," she said.
I stopped at the counter. She took my elbow and came round to look me straight in my face. I was afraid to look at her. My eyes dropped to the floor.
"You really are shy, aren't you?"
"Yes, M'am," I mumbled.
"Let's take your jacket off and hang it up, shall we?" she said, taking my sleeve and pulling. "Don't resist now. Be a good boy."
I blushed. She was treating me like a little boy. She hung my jacket on the hook by the door and came back to me. I was still standing and looking at my feet. I felt so embarrassed, and scared too. All my resolve had collapsed. I felt a tingle in my pee pee. I wanted to wet my panties! She was real. And here I was! She took my hand and lead me over to the kitchen table.
"My, you are very shy aren't you? Come and sit at the table and let's get a good look at you. There. Now sit. You're dressed very nicely. I like boys dressed smartly. You look good in check shirt and pants. Very clean and neat. Just as good boys are supposed to be."
She lifted my chin with her hand. The moment she touched me a terrifying thrill went through my whole body. I was trembling with a combination of yearning and fear.
"Lift your head up and look at me. I'm not going to bite you. Hmm, I see you're a frightened little boy. No need to be so scared. I won't eat you!" She laughed.
When she raised my chin I found myself looking directly into her eyes. They were strong, piercing eyes that looked right through me. My heart jumped. The yearning and fear rose up. I started trembling. I couldn't see her face, just her eyes. And they were piercing me. I felt completely vulnerable. As if she was looking into me. All I could do was stare blankly at her.
"You ARE a very submissive little one, aren't you? Cat got your tongue?" she laughed. I caught the flash of her teeth, but stayed focused on her eyes. "Now stand up and let me get a proper look at you."
Her hand slipped around my wrist and she pulled gently in the direction I needed to follow. I found myself standing in front of her. She held my wrist firmly. I felt like such a little boy. But I did what I was told. I wanted to obey. That was a good beginning I thought.
"Well now, let's start by introducing ourselves. I invited you to Sunday lunch so we could get to know each other. So, let's start with you. You answered my advert did't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I managed to mumble.
"And why did you do that?"
"I, I, I..." stuck for words, what to admit? "I, I wanted to know who you are."
"So, my little advert spoke to you did it?"
"Oh, yes Ma'am."
"And what did it say to you?"
"Er..." I twitched. Her grasp on my wrist tightened. "I, I thought it said you were looking for someone... someone like me..."
"Very good," she said in a totally condescending manner, making me feel like such a small little boy. "And what exactly do you mean by 'like me'?"
"Oh. Er... Um..." I turned beetroot red in the face. Again her hand tightened on my wrist. Oddly it helped. I felt constrained, almost locked up in her grip, as if I had no choice. This calmed me as I knew there was no escape.
"Take your time. We have all afternoon. I know it's difficult for you, but it is essential we start this relationship, if there is to be one, on the right foot. Wouldn't you agree?" she said in a serious tone.
"Yes, Ma'am. Um..." I was still blushing. She sat beside the table looking up at me. Calmly sitting there in a nice but very sensible dark dress. I could now see her brown hair, almost touching her shoulders. I could feel the firm grip of her hand around my wrist.
"Well, what does that mean? What did you say?"
"Er," I cleared my throat, "I guess I'm a young man who wants a firm hand?"
"Are you asking me or making a statement?" she said, almost scowling at me with her fierce penetrating eyes.
I jumped. Her grip was firm. She wasn't letting me go. I had to answer.
"Er, oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it as a question."
"So, you're telling me that you ARE a young man who wants a firm hand to guide him, are you?"
"Yes, Ma'am." I thought I had gotten lucky and that my answer satisfied her. I relaxed a bit.
"Did you do as I told you on the phone?"
"Huh? I'm sorry, what..."
"Are you wearing your plastic baby panties under there...?" and she pointed at my groin.
I blushed beetroot again. Shriek! She's really putting me on the spot. I gulped audibly.
"Yes, Ma'am, I am."
"Good. Let's see how you look in them." She let go of my wrist and unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and had my pants down around my ankles in a moment. I felt the cool air on my bare legs. As I looked down I could see my plastic baby panties. She gripped my wrist again. It calmed me to feel her authority. In that small gesture she showed me that she was in control and I had no choice but to obey. It also made me want to obey her. I needed her firm hand.
She laughed: "Your little pee pee is very small, isn't it?"
I blushed and wriggled. She held firm.
"So, you're a young man who wants a firm hand... who happens to be a little pervert who wears plastic baby panties. Is that about right?"
I was wriggling more but she held me firm. Blushing, I could barely speak. My voice trembled.
"Yes, Ma'am, if you say so."
"Oh, if 'I' say so... That's good. Are you trying to be clever with me?"
"No, Ma'am... how do you mean?"
"Do you know what I do with little boys who lie and try to be clever with me?"
I gulped. Fear and anticipation tumbled over inside me. She felt my trembling and gripped me firmer.
"Er, no, Ma'am, I, I, don't..."
"If you're going to have any relationship with me you are going to have to be one hundred percent honest and tell me everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I do."
"I discipline my little boys when they are naughty. Do you know what that is?"
"I, I think so, Ma'am."
"Er, I'm sorry Ma'am... do you mean spanking?"
She laughed loudly: "That's only the beginning. You don't know what discipline really is do you?"
"Er, I guess not, Ma'am..." I said hesistantly.
"Have you ever been spanked by a woman before? By your girlfriend or your mother?"
"Er, my mom spanked me a few times. Er, I tried to get a girlfriend to spank me but she just laughed at my panties," I said, my free hand moving to point at them.
"I'm not surprised! It must have been a terrible shock for the poor girl. To discover that you're a little sissy boy who wants to be spanked. Is that normal dating to you?"
"No, Ma'am. She broke it off with me that night."
"So it has all been in your imagination then? You have imagined being spanked?"
"And you wear your little plastic baby panties every night? And what do you DO in them?"
"Er... er..." I had never been asked before by anyone. "Er... I, play with myself..."
"And do you dirty your panties too?"
"Do you mean..."
"Yes, silly boy!"
I couldn't help it. I suddenly became aware that my pee pee was getting excited. I could feel it pushing against the plastic and slipping as it got bigger.
She saw it in my eyes and looked down. She could see my pee pee stretching up through the thin clear plastic panties.
"Naughty boy! Though I must say it is very sweet of you to show me. Hmm..." and her other hand came up under my little balls. She cupped them and squeezed, watching my eyes. I gaped, my tongue almost hanging out. She squeezed just to the point where I might scream, and laughed out loud! Then her hand moved up and squeezed my pee pee. She rubbed it up and down a couple of times. My eyes began to roll in my head. It felt so good. Better than I had ever felt before in my life. Her touch made me tingle all over. She let go. My head was swimming.
"Come back here. Look at me!" her voice rose sharply and got my attention. "That's better. Sit down on the chair. Let's get your silly grown up pants off. And your shirt. Your little white top and plastic baby panties will do for now. I have prettier ones upstairs. You'll see them soon. And you'll see where you'll live if I allow you to come live with me."
I couldn't believe my ears. Was this really happening? I was scared stiff, just standing there. Had all my dreams coming true?
"Don't you look better now..." she said, "as you should look. You are a naughty little boy aren't you?"
I squirmed on the hard wooden chair. I could feel the cool wood through my thin panties. She had purposely seated me on an old fashioned wooden school chair. She was sitting on a modern dining chair with a cushion seat. I hadn't really noticed the significance of the chairs before.
"Er, yes, Ma'am, if you say so..."
"Oh, there you are trying to be clever again. Don't you know you're a naughty and very dirty little boy?"
I cringed. I was powerless and felt very small.
"I think I do know... Ma'am. I haven't been asked by anyone before. I'm sorry if..."
"Oh, stop it!" she snapped. "You can't con me. I know exactly what sort of little boy you are. It's obvious that you're a very naughty little boy. And you're going to learn what I do to naughty little boys."
She grasped my wrist again and tugged it for me to get up.
"Do you see that pink sheet on the shelf?" she said, pointing to the shelves. "Go and bring it here."
I stumbled over and saw that it was a pink rubber sheet, folded neatly. I wanted to smell it, but dared not, in front of her at least. I took it back to her, still neatly folded. She took it and opened it and spread it across her lap.
"We don't want you wetting my dress, do we?" she said with a smile. "Come here..."
She took my wrist and guided me next to her and then pulled me so forcefully I had to bend down over her lap. I felt the cool pink rubber through my plastic panties. It made my pee pee throb and grow. With my head nearly on the floor and my bottom sticking up, I felt totally exposed and helpless.
"This is where you'll spend a lot of time. Over my lap. Get used to it. It is where you belong. Under Mommy's strict thumb..."
"Ow!" I said in shock.
"What a little sissy..." she hissed. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "naughty little boys get spanked and put in the corner until they can properly say sorry and mean it." SMACK! SMACK! "Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Yes..."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It was starting to hurt. She spanked me very hard. My bottom was getting hot. Then I felt the cool sensation of a wooden hairbrush, resting on my hot bottom.
SMACK! Wow, it hurt so much more than her hand. Nothing nice about it. It just hurt.
I saw her other hand coming up to my face with a pink plastic dummy with a big rubber nipple and a ribbon. I opened my mouth. I knew to do anything less would be wrong and I really didn't want to displease her.
"That's a good boy. You suck your new dummy like the little dummy boy you are. Next time I ask you a question," SMACK! "make sure you answer me properly. Is that clear?"
I mumbled yes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
My bottom was hot and stinging like hell. Each smack made me jump and I wanted to get away. But I was helpless. She had me pinned over her lap. I couldn't get up or move. I began to kick my legs. Of course I didn't really want to escape, but a part of me thought I should.
"Oh, stop that! You're a very naughty little boy and you're going to learn what discipline really means."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I greedily sucked on my dummy. All my dreams were coming true. But it was different than I had ever imagined. It hurt much more! My bottom was on fire. Did I have to be spanked so hard? As if reading my mind, she said:
"Real spankings hurt! You're a very naughty boy. You have to learn. If, and that's a big if, I take you into my house you will have to learn exactly what I mean by discipline. And it starts with my voice. You are going to learn to listen to me all the time, and do exactly as I say or you will be... spanked and punished until you do. Is that clear?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered through the dummy as the smacks hit home. I jumped each time.
"Calm down. You'll get used to it," she said.
She stopped and rested the hairbrush on my bottom. She stroked my plastic pantied bottom. Her gentle, cool touch felt so good. I melted emotionally. The punishment was over and I could let go. I almost wanted to cry. As I melted my pee pee got bigger because of all the emotion. I got paranoid, suddenly afraid that she would know I was getting bigger. She took my wrist and pulled me up off her lap until I was standing next to her. She pushed me away just enough so she could get a good look at me whilst still holding my wrist firmly. I looked down at her lap and the pretty pink rubber sheet. I couldn't look her in the eyes. I was ashamed. I wasn't getting away! But all the emotion made my pee pee...
"Look at you! Who said your little pee pee could get big? Turn around so Mommy can see your little bottom. Oh, it is very red!" She smoothed her hand over my bottom. It felt cool and nice. "I see your new dummy suits you well too. Suck like a good little boy."
She stood up and lead me to the corner of the kitchen. It had dark wood panelling and the corner looked dark too. There was no light there.
"This is your new punishment place. This is your corner. Do you know what a punishment corner is? Of course you don't! Well, this is it. This is where I'm going to put you whenever I feel you need time out and time to think about your bad behaviour. Put your hands behind you, that's a good boy. Now push your nose in the corner. Stay exactly like this until I tell you. Got it?"
She tied my wrists together. It felt like ribbon. I think it was pink too. I trembled and felt very exposed. A silly little sissy boy. I was learning to obey too.
"Naughty little sissy boys like you need discipline. Well, Mommy is going to teach you! Stay right there until I call you or give you permission. If you disobey this rule I will take the cane to you. I'm sure you don't want that!"
I heard the click of her heels as she walked away, towards the island in the kitchen. She sighed. I think it was a sigh of satisfaction. I heard the kettle being filled and put on, and the sound of plates as she cleared the counter top.
It was dark in the corner. All I could see was the wood panelling. My bottom was really hot and stinging. I wondered if it was bruised. I felt elated in a strange way, and quite free too. Her strictness made something free in me. I didn't have to be in charge. It made my head spin. I felt so excited and relieved. I sucked on my new dummy, thinking about how lucky I was. That lead me to thinking about what was happening, how I'd seen the advert and everything that lead up to this moment. I felt very lucky and also scared stiff. What was happening? What had I gotten myself into?
I heard her push a button on the coffee machine and it made that familiar espresso sound. She turned on the radio. For a moment I wondered if she had forgotten I was here. She was going about as if I didn't exist. I didn't like that. I liked her attention. Then I heard her walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Was I to stay put? I daren't move. I sucked on my dummy. My bottom still felt fiery red and hot. I'd better be a good boy, I thought.
I was off in my thoughts about all of this when I heard her coming down the carpeted stairs. Soft and steady steps. I liked the sound. It reassured me. She was returning. I would find out what was next soon enough.
"Is my naughty boy still in the corner? Yes. That's good. So you know how to obey just a little bit don't you?" She wasn't expecting a reply.
I felt her grasp my ribbon tied wrists and pull me out of the corner and around to face her. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had changed! Now she was wearing a black leather dress and she was taller too. I looked down and saw black high heels. Now I felt even smaller. Her gaze was much fiercer than before too.
She untied my wrists and re-tied them in front of me, and then pulled me forwards.
"I see you like my leather dress. Such a naughty little boy. Look at your pee pee. Who said you had permission to get big?" She said, her tone putting me right in my place.
I blushed. I hadn't realised my pee pee had grown and was sticking up, pushing the thin transparent plastic and stretching it. It looked like my pee pee was going to grow out of the panties.
"Come with me. Let's go look at your new room - if you're lucky to be chosen by me of course!"
She pulled me towards the stairs. On the first landing were several bedrooms. I noticed hers as we passed. It looked very comfortable, luxurious even. She stopped in front of a door. It had a sign on it, nicely painted in pale blues and pinks. It said "Baby Room". She pushed the door open and watched my face intently. My eyes popped. I shivered with a mixture of disbelief, wonderment, excitement and a little fear too. Was this really happening?
It said Baby Room on the door, but it wasn't your ordinary baby room at all. The walls were painted pale blue, for a boy I guessed. There was a large cot against the wall, with sides and a gate on top too, so it made a cage. The mattress had a pale blue rubber sheet and pillow on it. The shelves had nappies, baby powder, baby bottles and plastic and rubber panties on them. There was a big changing table against the wall covered in the same pale blue rubber as in the cot. There was also a rack with hooks where she had hung several canes, straps and belts, and wooden spankers, plus collars and chains, and even a set of hoods and face masks in leather and rubber. And there were steel rings all over one wall. I wondered what they meant.
"Do you like it?" She asked, taking the dummy out of my mouth.
"Yes, Ma'am. It's fantastic. I can't believe it's real."
"Well, as you can see, it is. What's great? Tell me what you like about it."
"Er, well, er..." I fumbled for words.
She lead me to a small children's chair painted bright red and pushed me to sit down on it. I could barely fit. The small wooden seat hurt my sore bottom. I sat there and looked up at her.
"This could be your new room, if I accept you into my house. Take your time and tell me what you see."
"It's very pretty," I said. "Would I have to sleep in the cot every night?"
"Yes, that's a proper bed for a naughty boy like you. Sometimes I will lock you in. And if you're on punishment you'll be tied to the bars, so no playtime for baby! You'll be nappied and you'll learn to use your nappy when Mommy says."
I gulped. I'd always dreamed of this. Was it really happening?
"Let's try you out, shall we? Are you the right naughty boy? Will you be the lucky one living here with Mommy?" She always emphasised some words and it made them sting more. Made me feel especially small and helpless. The way she said Mommy was almost sarcastic, as if I had to be a dummy to need it. Her voice put me in my place.
She gripped my wrists, pulled me up and lead me to the wall with the steel rings, set out at different heights. I really didn't know what they were for, but I could guess.
"Stand there," she said.
I looked at the wall, not quite sure what was coming next.
She popped my dummy back in my mouth and showed me a pair of pink fluffy cuffs. Putting them on my wrists, she said:
"You're going to learn Mommy's discipline. It's much, much more than any fantasy you've ever had! Mommy is going to show you. Do you want to be Mommy's good little boy? You do, don't you?"
I shook my head up and down, almost too eagerly.
She wrapped my wrists into the pink fluffy cuffs. They felt warm and firm. She lifted my arms and clipped the cuffs onto two hooks just high enough to make me strain upwards. I discovered I was powerless and couldn't move at all. Now I knew what she was planning. I began trembling.
"Oh, such a little baby. There isn't anything to be afraid of as long as you do exactly what Mommy says. That's what discipline and punishment is about. It's all to help you behave properly."
I listened but not with attention, as I was thinking about how scary it was. I didn't like being completely helpless and unable to run away. She stepped back and I was left looking at the pale blue wall and the hooks, and my new pink cuffs. I heard the swish behind me. Was that one of the...
It struck my bottom right in the middle, across the cheeks. A sharp line of fire. A real hot sting. I jumped and screeched, and my dummy fell on the carpet. She swooped it up, wiped it and pushed it back into my mouth.
"Naughty little boys get spanked all the time. But when they're really, really naughty they get the cane. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head and sighed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three lines of fire across my bottom. I couldn't take it. I started to dance on my toes, as if trying to avoid the pain.
Then I felt her cool hand smoothing my plastic pantied bottom. It felt so good. I swooned and went soft, but my pee pee just grew bigger! I didn't understand why.
"That's a good boy. We'll take it slow, since you're such a little boy and so new to real discipline." I sighed with relief. "Are you going to be naughty now? Or are you going to be a good little boy?" I mumbled yes. "Real discipline hurts a lot doesn't it? You should be afraid of it. You are going to be afraid of Mommy. That's the point isn't it? The cane is what you will get if you disappoint Mommy too much. You can expect regular spankings, but you can also expect the cane if you are really naughty. It's not so nice is it?"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three more stinging stripes. I was on tiptoes, trying to avoid the searing pain.
"Stay right there," she said, stepping away.
My bottom began to recover. Oddly, my pee pee just got bigger. I think it was the relief. Or was she already controlling me?
She stepped behind me and I heard her laugh. She could see my pee pee through the transparent plastic baby panties.
"That's good. I like to see my little boys happy too. I know you like being punished and disciplined. Mommy is going to make it real for you. Lucky little boy aren't you?"
I nodded my head and sighed. I felt her press against my back. Her hand smoothed my bottom and came up to grip my balls. She squeezed so hard I gulped. She squeezed harder. It hurt. She squeezed harder again.
"Naughty little boys like you have to learn who's who. You will learn your place. I'm Mommy and you are my naughty little boy. You'll do what I say all the time. I give the orders and you obey. Got it?"
I mumble through my dummy. My eyes are popping with the pain. She can see I'm terrified.
"That's good. We have to start right, don't we?" she said, relaxing her grip and moving up to grasp my pee pee, which had gone limp at the end of her caning. She stroked it so confidently and with such command that it sprang to life instantly. I was completely surprised. She was already controlling it!
"That's a good boy. That's what Mommy likes to see. An obedient little boy. Your little pee pee already knows. It's your silly little boy head I have to teach."
Her hand moved up my torso, her nails scratching my delicate skin, til she arrived at my nipples. She flicked them with her nails. Scratched and pulled and stretched them out til they hurt. I groaned in pain. She chuckled, and smoothed my nipples, teasing them with her nails. I liked that. Thrills went down through my body all the way to my little anus. It tingled, as if begging for attention. My pee pee grew, thrusting up in the slippery translucent plastic panties.
"See! Mommy controls you now. I can give you pain and pleasure. It's up to you. Do you understand? Little boys have to learn who's boss and to do what they're told, all the time!"
I nodded anxiously. Her hand slipped down to my pee pee. She smoothed it in my panties, gently pushing it from side to side so it rubbed against the plastic. It grew bigger than it ever had. I was shocked. She stroked it firmly. I trembled. My body thrilled from head to toe. I'd never felt anything like this before. Two strokes and I wanted to come so badly. But she knew exactly where I was. She let go. She wasn't letting me. She unclipped my wrists and turned me toward her.
"Now, let's try you in your new cot." She lead me over to the big baby cot. The front side was down and the top open. She took off my undershirt and lay me down and I felt the cool rubber all over my body. The aroma of the rubber was intoxicating. My head spun. She lay me face down and clipped my pink cuffs to the bars. Then I felt her pull my ankles and slip them into cuffs and the click of a lock. I was unable to move at all, locked in position, face down on the cool, aromatic rubber. I could see her pulling down the top and raising the front. She was going to lock me in the crib. Then she slipped a pink blindfold on me and I was plunged into darkness. I heard the click of the lock on the crib. I wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm going to leave you here for a little nap. Don't fuss. You are my little prisoner. Enjoy the rest. You've experienced a lot this afternoon, so think about it all. I'll come wake you in a couple of hours. Enjoy yourself and take a little nap. When I come to release you I'll check your panties. If they're wet you WILL be punished. So keep your panties dry, or else!" She laughed. "Let's see how you do."
I listened to the click of her heels as she walked out and down the stairs. I could just hear the radio from the kitchen. The smell of the rubber was wonderful. And the feel of it just made my pee pee even bigger. Of course I rubbed myself on the rubber sheet. I was locked face down, so she must have known I'd be a naughty boy, or she would have laid me on my back. Was this a test then?
It didn't take more than a few minutes for me to remember the whole experience, from when I arrived at her door to being tied up in the cot. I remembered everything. And each thing she had done to me excited me even more. I couldn't help it. I exploded in my plastic baby panties. The warm squishy juices slid around as my pee pee began to shrink back to lie limp in the bottom, between my legs. I was now completely wet. Hopefully the plastic baby panties would keep the rubber sheet clean? Will Mommy be more upset if the rubber sheet gets dirtied? I thought this just as I was fading away into a lovely snleep. I was exhausted. I also felt more relaxed than I had in years. As if I was home and safe. I hope she takes me.
The sound of the lock woke me. She removed my blindfold. As I opened my eyes I saw the top was lifted and the front dropped. It was getting dark. Then I noticed there were a lot of night lights spread around the walls of the room, making it a very relaxing and pleasing atmosphere. Mommy was still wearing her leather dress, but she had a shiny pink rubber apron on. It looked nice, but it worried me a little too. What was she going to do?
"I see baby had a good nap then. But did you wet yourself? Let's see... " She laughed. "Oh dear, it looks like you've been very naughty. That's not pee pee, it's your naughty juices. What did you do? Don't you remember what Mommy said? Clean panties? Remember what happens to little boys who dirty their panties when they're told not to? Do you know what happens when you disobey Mommy?"
I blushed bright red. She released my cuffs and took my wrist, pulling me down on the floor so I could crawl to the changing table and climb up. She layed me face down and locked my pink fluffy leather cuffs to the top of the table. I was still woozy from my sleep, but thinking about what she said and how helpless I felt tied to the changing table.
Ow! I'm suddenly wide awake. I hadn't seen her take the hairbrush from the shelf.
"Little boys have to learn to do what they're told. I said 'Don't wet your panties' and what have you done?"
My bottom is still sore from the cane. The hairbrush reignites the red hot feeling. It starts to glow and burn with a few smacks. My little pee pee squishes around in my plastic baby panties. Each smack jiggles it and starts to excite it again. I can't help it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mommy just keeps spanking my bottom and it hurts too much. I wish she would stop. It's flaming red and hot.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"What did Mommy say about wetting your panties?" I mumbled sorry. "Didn't I tell you NOT to wet your panties?" I mumbled sorry again. "Well, that's just not good enough! I won't have a naughty boy behaving like that in my house." SMACK! "I simply won't allow it, do you understand?" I mumbled sorry again. SMACK! "Look how wet you are!" SMACK! "Dirty little boy! Disobedient little sissy boy." SMACK! My bottom really hurts so bad I want to scream or cry. She is really hitting me hard. This wasn't my fantasy. It really hurt. "Little boys who don't do what Mommy tells them need discipline." SMACK! "And that's what you will get you dirty, naughty little boy." SMACK! "Look what a mess you've made in your clean panties. You are all wet!" SMACK! "You need a nappy! Such a bad little boy." SMACK! "Can't keep your panties clean?" SMACK! "Then it's a nappy for the bad, wet little boy." SMACK!
My pee pee was squishing around my plastic panties, all wet and slippery. It got bigger! Although my bottom hurt like hell, my pee pee was huge. I was paying so much attention to my bottom I didn't notice it at first. Then I began rubbing my pee pee each time I got smacked. It felt good, really good. I tried to mumble to tell Mommy what was happening, but I couldn't stop. Suddenly I exploded into my plastic baby panties and shuddered.
"What!" she shouted. "Who said you had my permission?" SMACK! I mumbled I was sorry again. SMACK! "That's not good enough. You have so much to learn." SMACK! "Nappytime for naughty baby!"
She stopped and looked at me. "I hope that hurts. It looks bright red and sore." I nodded eagerly. "Good. Maybe you'll begin to learn! Now let's get you changed." My cuffs were released and she rolled me over on my back. "Look at how wet you are!" She said in amazement. "You're a very wet little boy. My goodness. Such a wet boy. We'll have to put you in a nappy. Can't have you wetting your panties. Naughty boy!"
She plucked a pair of latex gloves from the shelf. "Because you wet yourself, Mommy has to use rubber gloves to change you. You're such a naughty little boy, aren't you?" she teased, knowing full well what she was dealing with. It was her confidence that took me over. I needed it. Had been yearning for it since I was very young. To be shown my place and told what to do. And here she was. My head swam just remembering what she had done to me. And now here I was, lying helpless on my back, my wrists in fluffy pink leather restraints, my pee pee exposed in the shiny thin transparent plastic baby panties. I could see my naughty juices.
In one swift move she pulled the plastic panties down to my ankles. I could feel all my wetness running onto the rubber changing table. Even my ankles were wet. I felt the comfort of a large damp cloth being run over my belly. She cleaned my pee pee thoroughly, pushing and pulling methodically until I was all clean. It was as if she had done it a thousand times.
"I'm putting you in a lovely, soft toweling nappy. You'll like it I'm sure. But you have to realise that it is a punishment too. Now lift your little bottom for Mommy," she said, sliding a fluffy nappy under me. I saw a flutter of pink as she pulled something from a shelf.
"We're going to tie a pretty pink ribbon around your little pee pee, so you won't be able to get big without my permission. It wont hurt, unless you accidentally get big," she chuckled evilly. I looked down between my legs. I saw the fluffy nappy and watched her tie the pink ribbon around my pee pee until it was quite tight. Then she made a big bow. "Now isn't that pretty. Pretty little sissy boy waiting for your nappy."
"Have you ever been powdered before?" she asked. I shook my head. "So, you've never been changed by a Mommy. Well, pay attention. There are rules. Mommy has many rules. And God help you if you break any of them. You will be punished. Is your bottom still sore?"
I nod feverishly. It certainly is. I'm still in pain and it burns. I wonder if she bruised me?
She took the baby powder from the shelf and began shaking it all over my pee pee. Then she smoothed it and spread it between my legs and under my bottom. A cloud of baby powder rose in the air. It was scented with lavender. It made me swoon. It was intoxicating. She popped the dummy back in my mouth. I swooned as she smoothed the baby powder all over my pee pee, groin and thighs. Again this was done methodically and effortlessly. I closed my eyes.
"That's a good boy," she crooned sweetly. "Relax and let Mommy take care of you," said with a sarcastic edge, as if I was a stupid boy to need her to be so strict with me.
There was a pause and I opened my eyes, to see her taking the fluffy terry nappy which she had folded into a perfect triangle, and begin closing me up in it. It was warm and soft. She pulled it tight. I mumbled. "Good and tight so you won't be able to play with yourself. Understand?" she said. I nodded and mumbled. She was obviously very experienced. She knows what to do with me. All I have to do is learn to please her. When she pulled the nappy up between my legs it was very thick and forced my legs apart. She pulled it tight until I could feel all of the fluffy terry nappy all around my bottom and between my legs. Then she tightly pinned each side with big pink baby pins. I felt completely enclosed. I suddenly realised it made me feel very safe too. My little pee pee was enveloped in the fluffiness. But I couldn't play with myself.
I watched as she took a pair of shiny, thick, transparent plastic baby panties from the shelf. She fluffed them open so that both leg openings were clear. I gulped. I'd never been put in thick plastic panties before. Not in a nappy. They had strong elastic in the legs and waist. They looked shiny and sexy.
"See your new panties? They're very practical. When I nappy you these are what you'll wear. They are the best panties to stop any leaking. They're tight around the legs. You'll get used to it. A little reminder of your submissive place in my life, if I choose you of course," she ended with a laugh.
I mumbled. I so wished she would take me. I longed to understand her better. And yearned for her to train me. She is perfect for me. A confident mature woman who knows little boys like me need strict Mommies.
"If I choose you, you'll be wearing these and all the other plastic baby panties! The shiny, thick ones are for when I put you to work. They'll keep you well behaved. They're also for when I put you in a nappy. So you'll be sleeping in them tonight. Try to keep them clean, like a good little boy. If you need to go pee pee you mustn't without first asking Mommy. Is that clear?"
I nodded. She helped me off the changing table and began pushing me and moving me until she was satisfied I was standing still and as straight as possible. She put me on the spot. Handled me with firm control. And me standing there in shiny, thick transparent panties, a nappy and a dummy still in my mouth. I tried to stand straight to please her. I daren't move an inch.
"Now, let's dress you like a proper young man and take you downstairs," she said, leading me towards where she had my shirt and pants. After buttoning my shirt she took the dummy out of my mouth.
She held my hand as we went downstairs, saying she didn't want me to fall. It was true that my legs were quite shaky. After all I had been through that's not surprising. My bottom was still warm and stinging. I could feel the fluffy soft nappy caressing it. That made my little pee pee thrill, but it was tied up in a pink ribbon and I couldn't really get erect. But like all naughty boys I knew that wouldn't stop my pee pee from trying and getting very excited, perhaps even dribbling a bit. I felt secure and comfy in my new nappy. I felt as if owned by Mommy. I hope she knows. I bet she does. I'm so slow.
We entered her kitchen and I noticed the sink was overflowing with dishes and pots and pans. God, was she going to put me to work? I looked around and all else was so neat and tidy. So that must be it.
"Now, my houseboy is going to have a lot of chores to keep me happy. You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," I mumbled.
"You can call me Mommy when we're alone and in private. Down here, when you're dressed as my houseboy I want you to be respectful and call me Ma'am. Is that clear?"
"I like to hold dinner parties and sometimes there will be friends who don't know about my special lifestyle. Then it is important that you know how to behave properly. There will be other parties with friends who are into my scene, and then we can be more open. OK?"
"Let's get you dressed for your first chore. I want you to clean all the dishes in the sink. But I'm afraid you'll get your shirt and pants wet, so let's find you a nice apron."
She opened a cupboard and I saw several plastic and rubber aprons hanging there. She chose a shiny transparent blue apron and told me to turn round so she could put it on me.
"Now there, don't you look the part? Very professional. Here's the sink, where you'll spend a lot of time. Here's your first washup. You do know how to wash dishes, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I pipe up.
"Well, let's see if you can wash them to my high standards, shall we? Get to it," she said as she walked away to pour herself a drink. She had left the apron upstairs and was now looking shockingly striking in her black leather dress. I gulped when I saw her sipping her whiskey and ice. She looked so confident and poised. And she has been so firm and strict with me. I was falling in love with her by the second. I hadn't realised it before. As I said, I'm slow.
I got to work, scrubbing the pots and plates with lots of hot soapy water followed by a good hot rinse. I hope she is pleased. I tell her I'm done and turn to see her sitting on a comfy kitchen chair looking at me intently, almost scowling at me. It unnerves me and I shuffle on my feet. My pee pee tingles but I'm not sure it isn't fear.
She points at me: "Get over here and sit your little bottom on your chair."
I jump to it and sit looking at her. It's the low, childlike wooden chair she put me in before. I can look up at her. That's nice. I like looking up into her face and eyes. At last I'm able to look at her eyes. And what do I see? A strong, caring Mommy. But the look she has now is decidedly more edgy and threatening even.
"You've been a good boy today. I want to start by saying that. I'm pleased with how you've taken everything I've done with you. Relax and remember your place. Where are you?" she said, reaching to touch my hand. "I am going to ask you some questions. Are you ready for that?"
"Do you want a juice or soda? I don't let my houseboys drink except on rare occasions."
"Can I have a juice please, Ma'am?"
"Yes, you may."
She settled back in her chair and I looked up at her.
"How is your bottom feeling?"
"Er, still warm and stinging a bit, Ma'am."
"Good. So it should be. Now, how much did that hurt you? Tell the truth."
"Er, the spanking hurt quite a lot, especially the hairbrush. The cane really hurt, but in a different way."
"Very good. You can talk, if I put you on the spot. Do you like me putting you on the spot?"
I blush. "Er, yes Ma'am I do. Each time you did I felt wonderful. I know I need to be put on the spot. I hope you don't mind me telling you that."
"I'm pleased to hear it. It's essential we understand each other. I've already seen a lot of you, in your application and especially today. You are very docile and submissive. I like that. I'm strict and firm. Can you see how they are made for each other?"
I gulp, stop for a moment to take a sip of my juice and get space enough to take that in. No one had ever called me docile and submissive before. But of course I am just that. How right she is to see me so clearly.
"I know that I've yearned for a strict Mommy ever since I was baby. So I played around in plastic baby panties and imagined my perfect Mommy. I'm scared right now. Afraid you'll reject me. Find me not good enough. So excuse me if I stumble a bit here."
"That's perfectly alright. Relax. I know you're a bit slow. Just like a little boy in fact. I find it charming. You're a little slow but not stupid."
I felt so relaxed by her words. Some fear in me let go. What I heard were sweet, kind words, even though she called me slow. They were said tenderly. So I couldn't help blurting out: "I can't believe I'm here. I'm overwhelmed. By everything you've done to me. I'm so grateful you did, even though it hurt at the time. It has made me respect your control."
"I saw that when you responded to being put on the spot. You were in tune with my control. Go on."
"I jumped out of my socks when I saw your advert. I couldn't believe it. It was as if it was meant for me. I had no choice but to answer you. Somehow your advert spoke right to me. I know I've been imagining you for years."
"What struck you?"
"Er," I blushed, "em, mature, assertive woman..."
"Is that it?"
"Er, and seeks a young man who understands his place and wants to be guided by a firm hand." I was getting redfaced admitting this out loud, even to her. But of course I should, especially to her.
"Why do you think you need a firm hand?"
"Um, I don't know really. All my life. I guess I didn't grow up?"
She laughed: "Well, there are lots of women who see little boys in all men. But yes, growing up. Something hooked you on plastic baby panties and firm women."
"Well," I cleared my throat and blushed with shame "I was raised by a nanny for a few years. She used to punish me when I was naughty."
"So you lied to me earlier when you said you hadn't been spanked?"
I blush in shame and look down: "I'm sorry Ma'am. I was afraid to admit it."
"I see. Well, how did she punish you?"
"Um, er, spank me and put me in plastic baby panties."
"I see. So you've been treated like this since you were a child?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Except nanny left and then I was on my own. Until I saw your advert I was on my own."
"Poor boy. Well, now you're not on your own. Why don't you make us both a cup of tea and we can continue."
"Yes, Ma'am," I said as I got up.
"Some nice tea varieties are above the kettle, as are the cups. Choose a nice one."
"Do you have a job?"
"No, Ma'am. I get a stipend from my family and live on that. It's not much, but just enough."
"Do you have a social life?"
"Do you mean lots of friends? No. I had one or two close friends, but not the last few years. A bit of a loner I suppose."
"Living in your own world?"
"Yes, Ma'am, that's true."
"And what did you do with your time?"
"Learned to take care of myself and the flat, cook, go shopping. Normal stuff."
"That's good. And un-normal stuff?"
"Er, yes I lived in plastic baby panties a lot of the time." I blushed.
"And did you go on the internet at all?"
"Yes, I did Ma'am," I blushed.
"And what did you find?"
"Lots of people like me. I was shocked by the numbers, and pleased at last not to be alone."
"Do you have friends online?"
"Yes, Ma'am, just a few good ones, who are more like me."
"Do you have any nannies or mommies online?"
I could tell her questions were getting very specific. She was obviously checking me out thoroughly, as she should of course. I understood it was up to me to honest and confess anything to her. I wanted to be clean and clear with her, so she knew she could trust me. My fear was like everyone's, that she would see me as I am and walk away, or ask me to leave in this case.
"I've had text chats with some mommies. There's a few professional mommies. You have to pay them."
"Yes, I'm aware," she said sharply. "Do you currently have a mommy online?"
"No, Ma'am, I don't. I never have. I just chatted with them a few times to find out who they were."
"Well, most of them offered comfort and mothering. But that's not what I needed."
"Yes, Ma'am, I'll try explain, but I'm sure you already know better than I," I smiled, hoping to charm her. "For me it's all about punishment, discipline and sharp rules. Being punished in plastic baby panties makes me melt. All my defences go. I'm free to just be what I am. Does that make sense, Ma'am?"
"Hmm. Yes, well put. So you know yourself a bit more than I thought. As I said, you may be a little slow but you're not stupid. I can live with that. I can't live with stupidity."
Was she saying she was accepting me? My heart bounced and my eyes felt like they popped. I was looking at her intensely.
"Oh, sweet. You picked up on that. I'm considering you very strongly at this moment. That's what we're doing here isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, calming down and looking into her lap.
"If I take you into my home you will give up all your past life. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I am," I replied resolutely.
"Do you know what that means?"
"I think so, Ma'am."
"You'll live here all day and night, everyday. No outside job. You'll work for me entirely, all the time. Are you sure you understand that?"
I cleared my throat: "I need to be owned and told what to do. Serving you would give me the greatest pleasure," I gushed redfaced.
"During the day I have need of a factotum, do you know what that is?"
"No Ma'am, not really. I've heard it before."
"It's a Man Friday, someone who does all your bidding, whether that is answering the phone or doing computer work, cleaning the kitchen or the bathrooms. You'll be my houseboy and little slave. Is that what you'd really like?"
I blush beetroot red. It sounded exciting and perfect. Her description matched my imagination. All the years of wishing. This was it now. I have to hope she is taking me.
"Yes, Ma'am. I think I would. I mean, I think I do."
"Hmm. I'm doubtful you know what this means. No outside life, accept what I allow. No internet without my supervision, which will be rare. No phone calls or txts. You will be isolated and devoted entirely to me and what I want. You won't have any wants. I will fulfill all those. They're simple. You're a simple boy, aren't you?"
She ended with such familiarity and intimacy I immediately turned beetroot and looked down. I felt her hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting it up to meet her eyes. She just looked at me. I twitched and felt helpless. She smiled.
"Stand up!" she said sharply, which woke me up. I stood infront of her and she undid my pants and pulled them down, pointed with her finger for me to sit and then pulled my shoes and pants off. She leaned forward and undid my shirt and took that off too. I was now sitting naked except for the nappy and plastic panties. She reached in her pocket and pulled out the pink rubber dummy and brought it to my face very slowly, all the while a smile on her face.
"You know where this goes, don't you?" she said sweetly and seductively I melted.
I open my mouth.
"That's a good boy," she says sweetly, then suddenly matter-of-factly: "I've taken off your clothes to reveal who you are underneath. I want you to walk into the hall and take a very long look at yourself and then come back here. Off you go!"
I jump up and walk into the hall. And there I am: five foot eight, slim boyish body, blond hair and blue eyes. Still a boy in my twenties. I looked at myself sucking a dummy and then at my nappy and plastic baby panties. I blushed. As silly as I looked was how silly I felt. But I liked feeling silly. I take one last look and walk back.
"Sit down. What did you see?" she asked, leaning forward and popping my dummy out.
"Er," I blush, "myself? Do you mean what did I make of seeing myself? I'm sorry Ma'am."
"Yes, you're slow, as we know," she grimaced. "Try again."
"I saw myself as a five foot eight, boyish body, blond, still a little boy. I felt really silly. But I liked how it felt."
"Silly? Tell me more."
"Of course, er, er, a man my age shouldn't be dressed like I am. But I don't feel like a man. I see a little boy. I still feel like a little boy. That makes me feel silly and humble in a way."
"Humble is interesting. Same root as humiliate. You like being humiliated, don't you?"
I blush. She's getting to the crux. Peeling me like a banana.
"Yes, Ma'am, I believe I do."
"I've been humiliating you most of the day, did you notice?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I think that is what I could feel straightaway and it felt good to me."
"So, if I point to you now, and tell you the truth will you find it humiliating or liberating, or both?"
"I don't know, Ma'am. What truth, can I ask?"
"You're a slow little boy who isn't going to grow up, ever. You're a naughty and dirty little boy too. You like to wear plastic baby panties and make a mess in them. That's infantile. You are not and never will be a man. It's your fate. You will remain a little boy."
I blush but my eyes are wide. It's shocking to hear her say this so bluntly, but I know it's true. I want to hear everything she says. I hang on her words, hoping that she'll accept me.
"The naughty little boy in you likes to be punished for being bad, and that's spanking and plastic baby panties - very humiliating items really, don't you think? What grown up would allow themselves to be treated like that? A masochist perhaps. Do you know the term?"
I clear my throat. "Yes, but I never thought I was."
"Well, let's look at the evidence, as they say. You crave discipline and submission, to be told what to do and punished when you make mistakes. Is that true?"
"Yes, Ma'am, it is."
"You enjoy being punished and told what do to, don't you?"
"That's a masochist. You get pleasure from your own pain and humiliation. Hmm?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry. I guess I never realised."
"That's alright. You're a bit slow. Now, did you understand how I described you? Anything missing? Do you have something to tell me that you haven't already?"
I think for a moment.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but can I ask a question?"
"What you did with me today. Is that something special or everyday?"
"Oh! I see, you want to know when and how I'm going to train you. Is that it?"
"Er, yes, I guess so."
"OK. But before that. Have you anything more to say for yourself?"
That put me right on the spot. I blushed crimson and looked at her lap. What could I say? I realise all the power is in her hands and right now it worries me that she'll use it to send me away. I start to tremble a little bit. Feel like I might cry too. What's going on with me?
"Er, no Ma'am. I really hope you take me, is all. I hope I haven't disappointed you," I said almost as a question.
She sat back and looked at me.
Suddenly, sharply, she ordered: "Go get me a whiskey. Over there," she points. "Two ice cubes. You know where the freezer is."
I jump up, shocked at her commanding tone. My pee pee tingles. As if fear of her reached there. I was scared, of not pleasing her, of not being accepted. I feel embarrassed. I am acutely aware that she's looking at my nappied bottom. I can feel the nappy has me firmly in it's grip, and hear a slight sound of the plastic panties as they slide over the nappy. I take down a whiskey glass and bend down to open the freezer. Extra air in my plastic panties escapes from a leg opening, making a strange hissing sound. She laughs! That unnerves me more. I don't know why she laughed. I place the whiskey next to her right hand.
"You've not been taught how to serve have you? Of course you haven't. That's obvious."
"Er, no Ma'am. I'm sorry if I did it wrong."
"You need training, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I think I do."
"Well, what do you think of staying here tonight? Do you have some reason you need to go back to your old home?" she said, businesslike almost.
"Er, no Ma'am. That would be nice. Thank you very much."
"And is there some reason you need to return tomorrow?"
"No Ma'am, there isn't. That I can think of."
"What about in a week?"
"Er, no Ma'am. There's nothing at my flat but my stuff. I don't even have a pet. Are you saying..."
"I'm considering it," she says sharply. I should say crisply. Not that it was intended to be sharp with me, just that she often speaks in a crisp non-nonsense manner. I liked that a lot. It reached me. I wanted her to treat me like that, strictly and sharply. I knew it was what I need and crave.
"Thank you Ma'am."
"Here's my problem. You fit the bill almost perfectly. I've been looking for a submissive, masochistic, obedient, little boy to have as my houseboy, toy and slave. Both for my practical life and for pleasure. You, you dirty little boy," she says with an accusatory tone that really makes my pee pee tingle and tremble with fear, "have been living in your own fantasy all your life. Do you see the problem? Can your fantasy be turned to my needs. Do you understand?"
"Er, yes, Ma'am. I know it has all been fantasy for me. But I really want to learn how to please you," I replied lamely.
"That's the potential saving grace, your wish to serve and obey. That's a positive. Because what you have imagined me doing, as I did this afternoon, won't be for your pleasure - at least not all of the time. Sometimes it will be real punishment. Are you ready for real punishment?"
"Er, sorry Ma'am. Is it like this afternoon, do you mean?"
"That was just a taste. Real punishment is not for your pleasure. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm beginning to. It was a shock, I'll admit, but it was also the most moving experience I've ever had. I felt grateful, even though it hurt."
"Hmm. You can see I'm doubtful, still. But you have much going for you. For now I'll say this: if you're able to stay for as long as I wish to try you out, I'll go along with that. For the next few days you will have an out. If it's too much for you, I'll give you permission to leave. Is that clear to you, young man?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you very much," I said looking at her as respectfully as I could.
"By the same token, I keep the right to end our trial at any time and send you home. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I understand the rules."
I felt relieved. For now I could stay. That's great. I guess I couldn't expect or ask for more. I'm at her mercy and her pleasure.
"You have no idea how many wannabe's there are, do you?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I do, cos I see them on the net. Lots of adult babies, as they call them, promise the earth and don't do anything. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes. I've tried a number of boys, who like you promised devotion and obedience. But as soon as I took away their selfish desires and made them follow my desires they folded. They preferred their own desires. Will you be the same?"
It was a serious question. I know when we're desperate we'll say anything to get what we need. I hope I'm not that kind of desperate. I hope I've been telling the truth. Why would I have this fantasy if it didn't have truth in it? And I could tell her, her reality beats my fantasy any day!
"I shan't," I said somewhat confidently, "as I'm not them," I smiled. "Today has been mindblowing for me. More than my fantasies became real. The way you've treated me from the beginning beats my fantasy any day. You beat my fantasy."
"That's kind of sweet, but..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt Ma'am, it's true!" I say excitedly.
"OK. Yes, I hear you. My experience of today was that you are a natural. From the moment you arrived at the door you let me lead and control you, and you did everything I said without hesitation. These are all good signs. You are already on the road to obedience, but then I haven't asked you to do anything nasty or that you don't like, have I?"
"No, Ma'am. I was happy to do as I was told. That's my main thing, being told what to do."
In crisp commanding tone she says: "Go to the fridge and get yourself a glass of bottled still water. Bring it here and drink it in front of me. Off you go!" she waved her hand.
I jumped up and did as I was told, sat down and began drinking the water.
"Drink it faster! Don't be a slow boy!" she said in a high sharp tone. I cringed and drank more quickly, gulping down the whole glass and wiping my mouth. "That's better. Now stand up."
She took my wrist and lead me to the punishment corner, popping the dummy in mouth as she turned me to face the corner. "Naughty little boys get corner time, and you've certainly been naughty." I could feel ribbon being tied around my wrists at the back. And there I was with dummy and nappy, tied up, facing into the dark corner. "I want you to pee in your nappy. That is what this test is. Can you do as you're told?" I mumble I'll try. "Stay there in your punishment corner until you have wet yourself. I'll know when you have. You're not to move. Stand right there!" she said sharply, to make sure I behaved.
I heard her heels clicking on the kitchen floor. I couldn't see, but maybe she was drinking her whiskey. Then I heard her turn on the TV and tune in to a news channel. She had it quite loud. At first I found it disturbing, but then relaxed and realised I'm not here to have those kind of choices, or any at all! My lot is exactly where I am. But can I pee on command? It seemed to make me that I didn't want to pee. Was I being rebellious? Maybe I just had to get my mind off it and think of something else. So I started thinking about the exciting parts of our conversation. The bits that stirred me or got me going. That sent me into an emotional experience, as I felt through and re-experienced each of the parts where she had touched me. I felt so grateful. It was as if she knew me better than I know myself. I could feel my pee pee grow in mu nappy. I melted emotionally, and at that moment noticed I was peeing my nappy. I was shocked. I've never wet a nappy before. It felt warm and very wet, running down over my pee pee and all the way down and back up to my bottom. I wet the nappy completely. It was a lot too. It was beginning to leak and run down my leg. That felt very funny!
I heard the volume on the TV go down.
"I see you've wet your nappy then?" I hear her say very loudly, almost as if she wanted neighbours to hear. It made me cringe. Had I really wet my nappy? Yes, right here and on her command, as a punishment for being naughty. I felt humiliated in a soaking wet nappy.
I got a sudden shock. Her hand touched my bottom. She was behind me. Her hand roamed all over my nappy, making more pee run down my leg. "I'll have to put you in a thicker nappy next time. Look at the mess you're making on the floor! You'll be cleaning that up in a minute." She felt between my legs and found my little pee pee, and squeezed it so hard I yelped in my dummy. She kept holding it tight until I stopped complaining. "That's a good boy. No need to cry out when Mommy shows you who is boss, is there? I have the right to do anything I want with you, isn't that right?" I nod my head enthusiastically. "Exactly. Now, we'd better get you upstairs for a nappy change. You're a very wet little boy and you're dripping all over my kitchen!" she said sharply. I felt ashamed and bowed my head.
Taking my elbow, she turned me toward the stairs and lead me up. There was the Baby Room again. When she pushed the door open it seemed inviting and familiar now, although still new, unknown and exciting. I was lead to the changing table and the ribbon taken off my wrists.
"Stand on the rubber matt," she said, and I stepped over and onto a pink rubber changing matt. In one move she pulled my nappy and plastic panties down to my ankles. I felt a sudden blast of cold air. I was wet all over, from my bottom down. "Climb up on the changing table like a good boy. Lie face down." I suspected what was coming. Face down meant a spanking. But my bottom was still sore from this afternoon. It really was.
My wrists were pulled up and the pink fluffy cuffs locked. Same with my ankles. The cuffs felt good. I was totally constrained and firmly locked up, but they were strong, warm and comforting. I was still wet and some of it wet the rubber cover and made me slip. I liked that of course! I am a really naughty boy, I thought.
"I'm going to teach you what I mean by strict," she said coolly, as if I had no choice anyway, which I realized instantly I didn't. "It is going to hurt. It is not going to be erotic, though you will no doubt find a way to rub your little pee pee on the wet rubber, won't you?" she said sarcastically.
"If I'm allowed Ma'am," I answered smartly.
"Ow! That hurt," I blurt.
"Oh, shut up you little sissy!"
"Yes, Ma'am," I sobbed.
My bottom was on fire again. It felt like the big wooden hairbrush she used on me earlier. After the first few spanks it hurt like hell. Could I take more? I was about to find out. I understood her strictness as non erotic, as she stated, but it still excited me! Strictness demands a certain coldness, doesn't it? And I liked being forced to behave too. So I was a very willing victim of her discipline. I'd never had it before, except in my fantasies.
After six hard spanks all over my bottom it was so hot I couldn't feel it anymore, only when she spanked me and then it was fire on fire. All the same I couldn't help rubbing my pee pee on the wet rubber. It has a life of its own. It's the naughty me.
"Dirty little boy!" she says coldly. I hear it like sparks of fire. "Rubbing your little pee pee. You're pityful. Mommy is going to make you wet yourself. Rub for me now. Make it as big as you can and rub."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It rained spanks, but they were gentler like little fire on big fire. They felt almost comforting. That helped me let go and listen to her voice. Only her voice. And to follow what she said, every time.
"Dirty little boys like you deserve strict Mommies like me. To put you back in your place! You're going to wet yourself for Mommy now, when I tell you."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She popped the dummy in my mouth and gripped my nipple hard, then spanked my sore bottom again.
"Come now," she said sharply. SMACK!
I rubbed and it felt so good and slippery and warm, my pee pee was as big as it gets, which isn't much. But I was so excited my head was spinning. I sucked on my dummy and felt every smack on my bottom, her painful tight grip on my nipple as she twisted it. My pee pee just got bigger and more excited. I shuddered and let go. A huge big orgasm like I'd never had before. So fulfilling and complete. I was spent.
"Enjoy that did you?" she asked sarcastically. "See how kind I can be?"
"Now comes the strict. Just when you wish it wouldn't!" she laughed evilly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It hurt more. She was hitting me hard again. Big flames of heat. My bottom turned to jelly. Hot jelly.
"Dirty little boys like you need to learn to behave and do only what they're told. Not what you want!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You'll learn that my punishment really hurts. I want you to be afraid of it. That's the point."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I groaned into my dummy. My pee pee felt wet and slimey. But it was little and going to stay that way. She had drained me, I'm sure on purpose too. The better to feel her strictness. Non erotic, as she said, in the end.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You are not allowed to touch your pee pee at any time. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I mumble through the dummy. I think she heard me.
"Only Mommy is allowed to touch your pee pee. Good boys don't touch themselves, do they? Dirty boys have to be trained and tied up. Hmm, wait a minute..."
She was reaching up to the shelves above. I couldn't see what she got. Suddenly a drop of cold goo drops right on my little anus. I jump! SMACK! I relax. Something is being poked into me. Oh, is it? Is it? It is. I sigh as she pushes the butt plug home. I've always wondered, thought I might like it. So humiliating and invasive, rapelike and controlling.
"Good boys learn to take what Mommy gives them. Like that, do you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I mumble again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Every spank is like Mommy fingering your little ass. Do you feel it, dirty boy?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ah! Yes, Ma'am."
I'm beyond fun. It hurts like hell and I want to run away. But I'm cuffed head and toe. I want to submit, I really do. She's going to make me, isn't she?
"Strict Mommies do all sorts of things to dirty little boys like you." SMACK! "Your mine to do whatever I want with." SMACK! "Got it?"
I nod feverishly. I'm gasping for breath with each smack. I want to cry. I can't take it anymore.
"Are you going to be a good little boy for Mommy?" SMACK! She pops the dummy out.
"Yes, Ma'am, I promise."
"Oh, promise is it?" SMACK! "I like that. Yes, you will promise. Tell me how good you're going to be."
"I promise to obey you and do everything you tell me."
"That's right," she lessened the smacks. "Good boy." SMACK! "That's the right promise for Mommy. And do you know what happens if you displease me?" SMACK! SMACK!
"You'll punish me, Ma'am."
"You're a quick learner," she says sarcastically. SMACK! "How does your bottom feel? It looks good!" she laughs. "Poor little boy," she says with a sweet sarcasm. Talking down to me, putting me in my place. I feel very small and submissive, a little boy lost.
I nearly sob as I blurt: "It hurts so much! I've never hurt so much. It hurts. It's not nice!" I almost raise my voice.
"Watch yourself! So it should. Now do you know what Mommy means by punishment?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I do," I blub, tearing up.
She strokes my face. I tear up more because of her tenderness. I think it was because I realized she didn't know I wanted to obey. But of course she knows everything. I'm the slow one. I keep forgetting that.
"There, there," she says sweetly. "Mommy has to punish you to make you a better boy. You want to be a better boy for Mommy don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I really do."
"Then learn. What I say I mean. If I say do something, jump to it. Be on your toes!" SMACK! "That's what I want in a good houseboy."
"I'll do my very best, Ma'am."
"That's a good boy. I'm sure you will. But I'm also sure I'll have to punish you sometimes. It's inevitable, don't you think?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I say sheepishly.
She releases my cuffs. "Sit up, like a good boy," she says as if talking to a slow boy. It lets me know my place with her. It makes me happy to hear her voice. She hands me two towels. "Clean yourself." I start wiping my pee pee and stomach and legs. One towel is damp, the other dry. It works nicely. I clean up quickly. "Stand up!" She turns me and wipes my bottom clean. She leaves the butt plug in place. "Stand there." And turns to wipe the changing table clean too. "Sit down." I do as I'm told. "It's way past your bedtime. In my house you'll be put to bed at 10pm as a rule, later if I have company and want your service. Tonight you're late because we explored your submission and obedience, starting with punishment. Now I'm going to put you in a clean nappy and plastic baby panties, and put you to sleep in your cot. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I blush. The idea of being nappied and put into "my" cot. I felt owned. I swooned at her calling it mine. It was the first time I felt like I was really home.
"Lie on your back."
Like this afternoon, she was so efficient and cool about it. I was lying on a perfect triangular fluffy towel nappy, ready to be powdered and closed up tight. She tugged it tighter and pinned both sides. The plastic panties were pink! I was shocked. But they were very pretty and seductive. Shiny and soft, even though quite thick. Practical, I thought.
"Lift your legs for Mommy, so I can put you in your pretty pink plastic baby panties. Aren't they lovely?"
"Very pretty, Ma'am. Thank you." I smile.
"That's a sweet boy. You're going to sleep well tonight. Locked in your cot. Mommy will come and wake you when it's time to get up."
She took my elbow and directed me to get up and come with her across the room to my cot. She lay me down on my stomach and cuffed me head and toe. Pushing the dummy in my mouth she said: "Be a good boy and go to sleep. Tomorrow night I'm going to give you a bottle with a mild sedative. That'll be your goodnight bottle each night. Tonight I give you permission to rub your pee pee and wet your panties. See, Mommy can be kind as well as strict."
"Yes, Ma'am," I mumble sheepishly. I'm feeling very tender emotionally, and my bottom is still burning hurting. It feels bruised too. That makes me know my place! I can't escape the burning and the pain. I've been truly spanked. I whimper thinking about it. I really want to be a good boy.
She closes the top gate. She's going to lock me in. Up comes the front and she clicks the lock. I'm in her little punishment prison, as she might say. It feels good looking at her through the bars, sucking on my dummy. She looks so confident and in control. I hope I've pleased her. I'm quite exhausted. It's been a big, big day. She turns on the night lights and closes the door behind her.
I couldn't help but run back over the whole day and the amazing experience. I was so lucky. I thrilled at the idea of how lucky I was. But then my bottom would remind me of the reality. I was going to pay to learn. Mommy is very strict and my bottom hurts more than I've ever known. That made me feel comforted, as if Mommy's strictness put me in the place I really wanted to be. This emotional release, recognising my need to submit to Mommy, makes my pee pee grow, so I rub my panties on the rubber sheet and the nappy moves just enough to excite me. I feel imprisoned in my nappy. Totally enclosed. My pee pee grows and grows, again bigger than ever before. It is like magic. She's releasing me sexually. I'm so grateful. I remember the tone of her voice and hear her instructing me. Her commands excite me. The intoxicating smell of the rubber pillow and sheet make my head spin. I'm losing control. I explode into my nappy and my mind explodes too. I drift in the color and sensation. It's a special space. My naughty juices are warm and stay at the tip of my pee pee, being absorbed by the toweling. I sigh. I'm ready for sleep now. Tomorrow is coming and I can't wait to see what is in store. I'm quite nervous too.
::: End of Chapter 1
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