James was a rather grotesque figure as he stood in the corner of the room, face to the wall. He was obviously wearing a nappy, the white towelling could be seen through the clear plastic pants covering it. The drooping material between his legs showed that it was a wet nappy while the little fringe of towel peeping out under the elastic of his panties left no doubt of just how pathetic the big baby was. He knew that standing in the corner was only part of the punishment Nanny had in mind for him. Would she spank him? Would she leave him there wearing the wet nappy and a t-shirt to stare vacantly at the wall? His hands were clipped to the side of the baby harness he wore , he did not know what was in store but he did know that to move from where she had placed him in a rather rough manner would earn him an even more severe punishment than was already pending. He was thankful that she had stuffed his pacifier in his mouth as he was shunted into the corner. He sucked mechanically on the teat, his mind racing as the interminable wait dragged on. What had led to his predicament?
He had been lying on the changing table while Nanny busied herself preparing the clean nappy she was about to put on him. The chest strap on the table prevented him from rolling off while he waited, while the baby harness to which his hands had been clipped at each side meant that he was essentially immobilised. He had resisted Nanny’s suggestion that he would wear a nappy, saying that he was a big boy, and that had earned him a sharp slap on his naked thigh while he continued to protest that he was ready for big boy pants. The unexpectedness of the slap had caused a quite involuntary spurt of urine to arc into the air and to descend onto Nanny’s blouse as she was easing the folded clean nappy under his bottom. She was furious and, having put the clean nappy onto him, had released him from the changing table and propelled him into the corner instructing him to stay there while she went to change her blouse. His fearfulness had led to further spurts of wee-wee into his nappy. He stood waiting and heard Nanny’s high heels clicking on the wood floor as she approached the nursery. He would soon know his fate.
The brusque way she was walking was a warning that she was still upset about the unwanted shower to which he had subjected her. Her hand descended on his shoulder and, gripping one of the harness straps, she turned him round to face into the room. The nursery was like any other nursery with changing table and drop-side cot, shelves and drawers, the difference was that everything was bigger, big enough to accommodate an adult. Nanny pulled him over to the cot and as she sat down she turned him round, bent him forward and he found himself over her knee. So it was to be a spanking. With his face down, his hands clipped to the harness, he could not resist. He felt his plastic panties and his nappy being pulled down to rest on the back of his knees, exposing his bare bottom in a perfect position for an over the knee spanking. Nanny’s hand came down firmly on one cheek of his bottom, then his other side was smacked to balance the stinging pain. The process was repeated until each side had had a dozen smacks. Both sides were stinging. Nanny lifted his upper body off her knee and as his feet touched the ground he felt the nappy and pants slide down to his ankles. Nanny lifted the wet bundle and looked from it to James “so, who thought they didn’t need to wear a nappy?” she asked, her tone full of triumphant sarcasm. Sore as his bottom was, it was the humiliating sarcasm that brought the tears to James’s eyes. Despite the comfort of sucking his binky James realized that Nanny had won and he wept silently and sullenly, sucking all the while.
Still in a daze he was back onto the changing table, the chest strap fixed and Nanny set about getting yet another nappy to put on her somewhat deflated adult baby. As he lay there snivelling he suddenly realized that Nanny was once again her usual gentle self as she put some ointment on his tender bottom and into the folds through his groin, rubbing it into the various creases round his scrotum and between the cheeks of his bottom. This was followed with a generous application of scented baby powder before Nanny brought the front of the nappy up between his legs to meet the side flaps then pinned each side to the front pad in turn. She then used a nappynippa to further tighten each side and stretched it down to fix its centre leg to the front panel of the nappy. All was tight and snug. Plastic pants slid up each leg in turn and, having got them over the bulk of the nappy, Nanny tidied the waist and legs ensuring that the nappy was all safely within the confines of the plastic and would not leak. Nanny patted the outside of his nappy but such was the thickness of the cloth that he barely felt the gentle touch. Nanny removed the harness, straightened his t-shirt then put him in a blue romper which fastened over each shoulder to a bib front. James noticed that it had poppers up each side and across the crotch. He knew that the poppers would open to enable nappy changing without total undressing. He knew these things but the stresses of earlier events were beginning to take their toll and his eyes were beginning to drop as sleep began to take over. Nanny,too noticed the change in his demeanour and steered him into the cot. He lay down and was so nearly asleep that he did not feel the soft cuffs being fixed to each wrist and ankle before the barred side of the cot clicked into position.
James slept for he knew not how long. It was still light when he woke and discovered that he was tethered in the cot. He tried to move but could only move his trunk and lower torso a little. It was enough to know that he had wet his nappy as he slept and that there was a crinkly plastic sheet covering the mattress of the cot. The damp nappy seemed to be wet all around his body, it had done its job soaking up his wet and keeping the bedding and the rest of his clothing dry. It was not terribly comfortable and as he became fully awake he called out “Ah-h. Ah-h aaa….” It sounded remarkably babyish but had the desired effect of bringing Nanny to the side of the cot. The sound of her footsteps was quite different from the last time he had heard her approach. She came smiling to him carrying a bottle of formula which she laid to the side before lowering the side of his cot and releasing his tethers. She sat down on the mattress and eased his head onto her lap and eased the teat between his waiting lips. As he settled to suckle he could feel on of the suspender straps which held up her sheer, dark stockings against the back of his neck. The bottle drained, Nanny sat him up and began to rub his back, the action had the desired effect and the air bubbles he had gathered in his tummy came to the top causing two satisfying burps.
Back to the changing table. The poppers on the crotch of his romper were opened as were those at either side. The wet nappy and the plastic pants were exposed. Nanny slid down the pants far enough to be able to undo the pins and the nappynippa then slid the whole swampy mess down his legs and off into the nappy bucket at the foot of the table. A thorough wipe down with a bunch of baby wipes cleaned his nappy area. The scent of the powder reached James as Nanny worked, it was soothing and by the time Nanny had him in a clean fluffy nappy and fresh pants, closed up all the poppers again, James felt at peace with the world. The earlier incident leading to his spanking was forgotten and he was ready to play. Nanny replaced the harness and attached reins to the D-ring on the back of it. James could toddle but Nanny could use the reins to restrict how far he was from her. They went downstairs to the living room and as they approached the door James could hear voices from inside – Nanny had visitors!
James hesitated at the partially open door but Nanny pushed him forward and they went into the room. There were two ladies there. James recognised one of them -Nanny’s cousin who came to visit her quite often – and a younger blonde girl that James had never seen before. “Say, How do you do to Amy” Nanny instructed as she steered him toward the familiar face. Amy reached out and took his hand to shake it as James looked down and mumbled “ow do oo do” round his pacifier. Turning him toward the stranger Nanny said “This is Chloe, say How do you do to her” James, overcome with shyness, blushed and repeated the greeting which only the initiated could recognise, so slurred were his words. Nanny gave him a stuffed bear and told him to sit quietly on the floor while she and her friends had tea. James complied – sitting on his still tender bottom was a reminder of the consequences of non-compliance – and played with the bear, cuddling it and feeling its fur against his cheek while the ladies talked over their tea. Much of their conversation was about him, they talked as if he wasn’t there. Nanny told of how he was insisting that he no longer needed nappies, Amy told of how she folded nappies for larger babies and said that she would show her favoured fold to Nanny at James’ next change. With that Nanny told James to come to her, James crawled over and Nanny put two fingers under the leg elastic of his romper, under the plastic pants and checked his nappy. “Damp, but it will last a bit longer” was her verdict. She stood James up and, reaching behind him, pulled out the waistband of the romper, and the plastic pants, and the nappy and peered down the opening she had created. Satisfied she replaced them all observing “That end is all clear as well”. James shuffled back to the bear, perturbed that the ladies had observed the inspection of his underwear. Nervousness affected his bladder and he squirted some urine into the already damp nappy. It wasn’t something he could control and he no longer really felt the dribbles that he made continually. That was probably why he felt that he no longer needed the protection that nappies afforded him as well as all those with whom he came in contact. He had heard Nanny refer to it as being “socially acceptable”, though he was not quite sure what that actually meant.
Nanny cleared away the tea things and went off to the kitchen. Amy followed taking the biscuits and cake with her. Chloe, left alone with him, came toward him and knelt down beside him talking baby talk “as oo got a wet nappy?” she asked and he felt her fingers probe inside his rompers to check. For James it was exciting but mortifying. “It’th thoppy” said the inquisitive Chloe still talking to him in baby talk. Nanny and Amy came into the room just as Chloe sat down again. She informed Nanny about her inspection so Nanny gathered up the reins and got James to his feet. As he stood he realised that he was very wet indeed, the nappy and pants sagged well down his thighs and he could feel the wet cloth on his loins while his inner thighs were caressed by the smooth plastic. He could not toddle, the best he could manage was a waddle. The stair to the nursery took a long time as he could only drag himself up one step at a time. Eventually the entourage got there and the three ladies lifted him onto the changing table where his hands were again fixed to his harness and his ankles fixed to the tethers at the end of the table for just that purpose. They proceeded to undress him totally, releasing one limb at a time to remove the articles of clothing that had to come off over his extremities. He was lying, legs and arms fixed so he could not move, wearing only his Birthday suit. Amy remarked about the size of his wee-wee man as she lifted it gently between her finger and thumb, while Chloe lifted the sack where grown men normally have testicles and commented that there appeared to be nothing there. Nanny said in reply that the tiny wee-wee man seemed to be able to wet a lot of nappies every day and that there were tiny marbles which could sometimes be felt in the sack but they seemed to be retracted into his abdomen for a lot of the time. Chloe wondered if he had erections but Nanny said that he seemed to get excited only occasionally and that it was only by using her magic wand that she could get him to do squirties. She said she had a new gadget which she hoped would make it easier for her to relieve any sexual tension that he developed. She went to a cupboard and brought the gadget out, as she took it out of its box she said it was a “milking machine”. She put a condom on the tiny winky then fitted the machine over it and switched it on. It pulsed and simulated the milking action squeezing the penile shaft gently and rhythmically. James found himself humping up and down in response to it’s pressure and quite soon he had an orgasm releasing a small quantity of semen into the condom. Nanny left it running until she was satisfied that James was truly “milked” and devoid of any tension. James was totally drained and there was confusion in his mind. This had happened in front of Amy and Chloe as well as Nanny and he was now being used to model the nappy folded by Amy after he had been cleaned up by Nanny and Chloe. At last he was re-dressed with a onesie over his nappy and plastic pants, Nanny gave Chloe a bottle of formula which she fed to the sleepy James. Burped and laid down in the cot Nanny closed up the side while Amy shut the curtains, each patted his head in turn, then Nanny instructed him to sleep well , turned down the light and closed the door.
What a day it had been! Punished,spanked, belittled and humiliated. James felt sleep coming on, feeling secure in his clean night attire, he knew that while tomorrow would be another day of feeding, bathing, dressing and changing his tiny mind still thought that he no longer needed to wear nappies. He also knew that Nanny knew best and that she would have her way no matter how much he protested, he knew, too, that she would love him just as much as ever. Consciousness lost, sleep was dominant but as he slept he dribbled into the thirsty cotton. In his dreams he was a big boy!