A Day in the Garden

by Jennifer

 

Ever played practical jokes or forfeits? Of course you have. They can be a lot of fun, but I remember one occasion a couple of years ago, when it wasn't any fun at all. For me that is.

My sister Wendy and I were out having coffee with some of her friends. She was trying particularly hard to impress her new boy friend Ricky, and I should have had enough brains to realise that this wasn't the time or the place to play one of my innumerable pranks. But I was never very diplomatic, and out of sheer devilment I told them that she was a bed wetter. It was a lie of course, and Wendy had little trouble in convincing them otherwise. But I'd overdone it this time, and after suffering enormous embarrassment, she decided it would be only fair if she got her own back. She decided that I should be humiliated just as she'd been, but in a much more excruciating way.

Nothing happened for a while, and I thought she'd forgotten all about it, but I should have known better. She was preparing an exquisitely embarrassing revenge for me.

Wendy shared a rented house with two other girls, Sue and Tricia, and one evening a few weeks later we were playing monopoly. It was often our habit to involve a forfeit for the first one to be knocked out of the game, and this was no exception. Unfortunately for me, this time they ganged up on me by selling each other the properties they all needed to complete their sets, and readily lent each other money to keep them all in the game. Consequently, it wasn't too long before Wendy triumphantly swept my remaining money off the board.

I wondered what my forfeit was to be, and was surprised when Wendy said that I didn't have to perform it immediately, but that I was to be back at their place the following Sunday morning at ten o'clock sharp. She refused to tell me what it was, but I knew by the way they kept giggling that it must be something very amusing.

Consequently, the following Sunday morning found me knocking on the door of their house at ten o'clock on the dot.

Wendy opened the door with a broad smile and said 'Ah there you are Jimmy, right on time. Do come in.'

I went into the house and into the lounge, where Sue and Tricia were waiting. We sat down at the table, and I said 'Well don't keep me in suspense. What's the forfeit? I've been wondering what it would be all week.'

'Well,' said Wendy with a broad grin, 'We're going to dress you up.'

'Is that all?' I said.

'Yep. As a baby girl.'

That was different. 'A baby girl?' I exclaimed, 'Are you serious? Well I don't fancy that.'

'Of course you don't. That's the whole idea.'

'Can't you think of something else?'

'Certainly not. Remember that time you humiliated me in front of Ricky and the others? Well now it's your turn to be humiliated, and I can't think of anything much more embarrassing for you than being dressed up as a sweet little baby girl.'

It was a point of honour that we never refused to carry out a forfeit, so I sighed and said 'Oh well, I suppose I'd better let you have your fun. What happens next? Do you have something for me to wear?'

'We sure have' laughed Wendy, 'I've been hoping and preparing for this moment for quite some time. Let's go up to my room shall we? I've got everything ready.'

Giggling loudly, Sue and Tricia each took one of my hands and led me up the stairs with Wendy leading the way. We went into her bedroom, and I gulped when I saw a complete baby girl's outfit laid out on the bed. Even an already folded nappy and large sized baby pants.

'Where on earth did you get this lot?' I gasped.

'Easy' grinned Wendy, 'I borrowed them from my friend Angela. She had the baby frock made up last year for a fancy dress do. She's about your size, so it should fit you all right.' She picked it up a large baby frock and held it up for me to see, relishing my expression of distaste at the prospect of wearing it.

And no wonder. The dress was typical of what you would expect to see a baby girl wearing. It was made of white satin, had a peter pan collar and short puff sleeves, a row of buttons down the back, and a sash belt that tied at the back in a bow. In addition, the frock had some pink smocking across the front. Nothing could have been more humiliating to wear, but then, it was supposed to be a punishment I suppose.

'Right dear brother' said Wendy, 'Get undressed. Quickly now.' I began removing my clothes, and because we'd all used their jakuzzi naked several times in the past, my nudity was something that didn't bother anybody, and a few moments later I was stranding there as nature made me.

As soon as I was undressed, Wendy said 'Now then Jimmy, get up on the bed and lie down on the nappy face up.' I obediently climbed up onto the bed and lay down on the nappy as I nervously contemplated what was to come. As soon as I was in position, Wendy expertly brought the bulky nappy up between my legs and fastened it securely at the front with four pink locking nappy pins. Picking up the pair of translucent plastic baby pants, she said 'Botty up', and I obliged her so that she could slide the baby pants over my feet and up my legs into position. She tucked the elasticated leg and waist in around my nappy, and I was now completely waterproof.

That done, she told me to stand up. Picking up the baby frock, she held it up and I put my head and arms into it. Then, as if I were a little toddler, she pulled it down around me and fastened the row of buttons up my back before securing a hook and eye at the top behind my neck. She pulled the two ends of the sash belt together behind me, and tied it in a neat non-slip double bow. I suddenly felt imprisoned in this cutest of little girl dresses. I was already beginning to feel like a baby girl, and could feel myself blushing profusely.

The girls stood back to inspect me and giggled while Susan said 'Well it certainly fits him doesn't it? Could have been made for him.'

'Or rather her' grinned Tricia, 'We'll have to think of some cute little girl sort of name for him later.'

'Oh definitely' chuckled Wendy, 'Now sit down Jimmy, and I'll put your shoes and socks on.' I sat on a chair, and she pulled a pair of white cotton ankle socks onto my feet and turned the tops down neatly. Then came the shoes, a pair of black T bar sandals with straps that fastened with a buckle at the side of the foot. Very suitable for a little girl. She squeezed my feet into them and fastened the straps tightly so that there would be no possibility that I could kick them off. Looking at me she grinned and said 'Oh yes, very nice. Stand up and have a look at yourself in the mirror.' I stood up to look at myself in the full-length mirror, and groaned with humiliation. Apart from the obvious differences, I was rapidly being transformed into a comical caricature of a cute little girl.

Wendy stood back to inspect me and smiled. 'Yes, well I think we're getting there' she said, 'But before we go any further, I think we'd better stop you from interfering with what we have in mind for you.' Opening a draw, she took out a pair of leather fingerless mittens. 'Right' she said, 'Hold out your hand and make a fist.'

I wasn't too keen on being made helpless, but I grudgingly I did so, and she slid one of the close-fitting mittens onto my hand. It was fitted with laces much like a small boxing glove, and pulling the laces tight she tied them in a non-slip double bow. Then she buckled up an additional sewn-in strap firmly around my wrist so that my hand was now securely imprisoned in the mitten. 'Now the other one' she said, and in no time both my hands were completely helpless. 'And just to make your hands a little prettier and more babyish' she said, 'We'll add these.' Producing a pair of pink satin mittens, she pulled them onto my hands on top of the leather mittens and tied them securely in place with sewn-in ribbons around the wrists.

'That's better' grinned Wendy, 'Now let's see about keeping you under control. After all, we don't want you wandering around, do we?' She opened another draw and took out a large set of white leather baby reins. They had babyish transfers on the front, and were fitted with three small bells that jingled as she shook the reins playfully. I looked at them in astonishment and said 'Where on earth did you get those?'

'Same place as I got the mittens' grinned Wendy, 'One of my friends does leathercraft, and she made them up for me. Cute aren't they?' Grinning, she held them out towards me and said 'Come on little girl, arms in.' I curiously put my arms in through the straps, and she swiftly moved behind me and fastened the securing chest strap tightly behind me. Then she adjusted the two shoulder straps so that the reins fitted me snugly. The reins were also fitted with several D rings which I assumed could be used to anchor the wearer onto almost anything, and with my hands now helplessly wrapped up in the mittens, it would be impossible for me to unfasten the straps and get out of the reins.

'So far so good' she said, standing back to admire her handiwork, 'Now come along downstairs for the next part of your transformation.' She took my hand, and the three girls led me downstairs and out through some french windows onto a patio in the back garden.

It was a beautiful summer morning, and the garden looked very attractive. But what caught my attention was something much more interesting.

On the patio was a large baby's playpen. But this was no ordinary playpen. The base was actually a wooden pallet that had been covered with a padded sheet of white plastic, decorated with colourful nursery characters and baby motifs. Fitted around the square base ran a framework of vertical white painted bars about 3 feet high, with a small array of coloured counting beads set in one side. But what particularly caught my attention was a vertical solid-looking square wooden post also about 3 feet high, set in the centre of the base. From it hung several white leather straps, and some ropes lay on the mattress. I had little doubt as to what they were intended for, and who the occupant of the playpen was going to be.

'Now just a minute' I said nervously, 'You're not going to put me in that are you?'

'Right first time' grinned Wendy.

'Well I'm not to sure about this' I said, 'Do I really have to?'

'Of course, it's all part of your forfeit. But in case you feel like backing out, I'd hate to bring up the subject of that false expense sheet you put into your company last year. You know, the one where you were officially working in Paris for a week, finished the job in two days, and then spent five days having a great time at the company's expense. I don't think your boss would be too pleased if he heard about it. Embezzlement's illegal isn't it? Believe me dear brother, I will tell your boss if you don't co-operate. Sorry, but I'm not going to let you get out of this one.'

I always knew when Wendy wasn't joking, and that she wouldn't hesitate to carry out her threat in order to get what she wanted. I gulped, and realising which was the better of the two evils, I grimaced and said 'Um. Yes, well I think you've made your point. You always were able to outsmart me, weren't you? Well I'm not going to make an issue out of it, so go ahead, have your fun. I'm just glad none of my mates can see me like this!'

'Very sensible' grinned Wendy, 'So let's put baby in her playpen shall we?'

The girls walked me across to the playpen, and Susan and Tricia lifted the framework of bars up off the base and put them to one side.

'Now then dear brother' said Wendy, 'I want you to sit down cross legged with your back up against the post.'

I sat down, and Wendy took four straps attached to the post behind me, brought two of them over my shoulders and two under my armpits, to the front of my reins. She clipped the ends onto the four D rings, and going behind me, pulled the straps tight and buckled them up so that I was pulled hard up against the post.

Next, she took a length of rope, doubled it, and carefully tied my crossed ankles together. Then, taking the two long left over lengths of rope, she passed them underneath my bottom and out at the back. She pulled them tight so that my legs were securely tucked in close in front of me, and tied the ends off around the post behind me.

She passed a strap around my waist and fastened it tightly behind the post, and finally took a soft leather strap that she passed around my neck and buckled it up behind the post. She adjusted the strap so that it wasn't tight enough to choke me, but it kept my head still.

I was now sitting in an upright position, barely able to move, and Wendy finished off the job of restraining me by putting my hands together around the post behind me and locking my wrists into a pair of handcuffs attached to a metal ring screwed into the back of the post. I was now completely helpless, sitting up straight with my legs crossed looking like a typical little girl, and said 'I've never felt more ridiculous in my life. How long am I going to have to sit here like this?'

Wendy laughed. 'Getting fed up already little girl? Well I've hardly begun yet, I'll teach you to call me a bed wetter. Now I think it's time to do something about your hair.' She went indoors for a moment, and came back carrying two white satin hair ribbons, some elastic bands, and two pink plastic hair slides. 'Now this I will enjoy' she smiled, 'Let's see how you look with nice pretty bows in your hair like a proper little girl.' With my head immobilised by the strap around my neck, I was in no position to stop her from inflicting this added humiliation. 'Your hair's a little bit short for a girl' she said, as she picked up a comb, 'But certainly not too short for pretty ribbons.' After parting my hair down the centre, she picked up an elastic band, and pulling my hair on one side into a bunch, she wound it tightly around my hair. She did the same on the other side of my head so that I now had two bunches of hair sticking up conspicuously. Taking a length of hair ribbon, she wound it firmly around one bunch of hair, and tied it tightly in position in a non-slip bow. Then she pulled the bunch of hair through the knot of the bow. 'Ow!' I exclaimed, 'That hurt, it's too tight!'

'Oh don't be such a baby' said Wendy, grinning slightly, 'That's how it has to be done. Think yourself lucky that you weren't brought up as a real little girl, like me. You wouldn't believe the number of tearful sessions I had to put up with when Mum tied ribbons in my hair. And you used to laugh at me as I recollect. Well now it's your turn to suffer.' She repeated the process with the other bunch, and finished off the effect by clipping the two pink plastic hair slides into my hair to secure the ribbons. As a finishing touch, she brushed my hair forward in a fringe so that it ran across the front in a neat, even line.

'That looks lovely' she smiled, as she brushed my fringe neatly into place, 'Oh yes, I think you're going to make a delightful little baby girl. And I've tied those ribbons really tightly, so

there's no chance that those bows will fall out.' She made a few more adjustments to my hair, and then stood back to critically assess what she'd done to me.

The girls stood in front of me, and roared with laughter. 'Well I reckon this is the best forfeit ever!' giggled Susan, while Tricia added 'Doesn't she look cute!'

'Which reminds me' said Wendy, 'We were going to give our little girl a name weren't we? What would be suitable? Something really cute and little girlish.'

There was a brief silence before Susan broke into a grin and said 'I know. How about Emily. That's cute isn't it?'

'Oh yes, Emily' chuckled Wendy, 'Yes I like that, so Emily it shall be.' She bent down in front of me, looked at me, and grinned. 'How do like your new name, Emily?'

I glared back at her, and beginning to lose my sense of humour I snapped back 'Look, I think this has gone far enough, so untie me and I'll go and get changed.'

Wendy straightened up, and folding her arms triumphantly said 'Are you trying to give orders little girl? My goodness, we can't have that can we? Tut tut. And anyway, babies can't talk can they? I think we'd better do something about that, and we've got just the thing.' She gave a broad grin and went into the house again. She came back holding something in her hands, and I gasped with dismay when I saw it.

It was an oversized baby's dummy with a pink plastic circular mouth cover and a ring at the front. A large silicone rubber bulb was attached to protrude into the mouth, and there were long pink ribbons hanging from it to hold it securely in place. I stared at it in horror, and I was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole idea, not that I was in a position to do anything about it by now anyway. While I stared at the dummy with a mixture of curiosity and dread I instinctively closed my mouth tightly. 'Oh dear' grinned Wendy, 'Doesn't baby want her punishment dummy? After all the trouble I went to when I ordered it on the internet? Well we'll soon see about that. Sue, hold his nose shut will you?' Sue pinched my nose with two fingers, and as soon as I opened my mouth to gasp for air, Wendy quickly plunged the bulb of the dummy deep into my mouth. Then she wound the dummy's securing ribbons tightly round the back of my head and to the front again several times before tying them in a non-slip bow at the back.

She stood back to admire her handiwork, and the girls burst out laughing as I wriggled and squirmed in my restraints, desperately trying to spit the dummy out. But it remained securely in place, filling my mouth, and I was humiliatingly silenced. 'Doesn't she look sweet?' exclaimed Tricia 'Like a little doll!'

I was becoming more and more uneasy as I realised that I now really was completely helpless, and subject to their every whim whether I liked it or not. I instinctively began to squirm in my restraints, but the strong leather straps were unyielding, and I couldn't move. Neither could I protest. I soon found that out when I unthinkingly tried to call out in indignation, and found that the only sound I could make was a muffled 'Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmf! Mmmmmp!' This drew even more gleeful laughter from the girls, and Wendy bent down with her face close to mine, grinned wickedly and said 'And now little girl, is where the fun really starts.'

I felt a cold shiver as I realised just how she'd trapped me into this situation, and for a few moments I heaved and squirmed in my restraints again as if by some miracle I could break free and escape whatever horrendous humiliation Wendy had in mind for me. I tried to call out in protest again, but much to the amusement of the girls, all I could manage from behind the huge dummy filling my mouth was a muffled 'Mmmmp! Mmmmmf! Mmmmmmmmmm!'

Chuckling with undisguised glee, Wendy and Susan picked up the square framework of bars, and passing it over me, placed it down around the base of the playpen and pushed it down onto the ground where it fitted securely around the edge. That done, the girls put their hands on the railing around the top of the barred sides, and leaning over me, giggled at my antics.

'There we are then' grinned Wendy, 'One cute little baby girl sitting in her playpen in her baby frock, with pretty ribbons in her hair. And wearing her nappy just in case she wets herself. Delightful. Well now that we've got Emily just where we want her, I suppose it's time to tell her the lovely treat we have in store for her.'

'Oh yes!' exclaimed Susan, 'Go on then Wendy, tell her.'

'Well Emily' said my sister, with a broad smile of amusement on her face, 'Guess what? We've got visitors coming for lunch. We knew how gorgeous you would look, and not wishing to keep it to ourselves, we've invited my boyfriend Ricky and your mate Ted and his wife Maggie. I also asked Angela, who lent me the outfit, Hilary Peters from your office, and your girlfriend Fiona of course. I'm sure they'll all just love seeing you like this!'

I looked up at her in sheer disbelief, and for a moment I thought she was kidding. But as the girls burst out laughing I realised that she wasn't kidding. They really had invited some of our friends round to join in the fun! Horrified at the prospect, I suddenly burst into a paroxysm of struggling as I squirmed and heaved helplessly against my restraints. I forgetfully tried to yell out in protest, but once again, the only sound I could make was a muffled 'Mmmmmph! Mmmmmm!' which made the girls laugh even more until tears of mirth ran down their cheeks.

Watching my reaction with undisguised amusement, Wendy suddenly said 'Just a minute, I've got to have a record of this.' She went indoors for a moment, and I gave a muffled groan of despair when she came out again with her digital camera in her hand. My heart sank as I immediately realised what she could do with the photographs, but immobilised as I was, I was in no position to do anything about it. And Wendy certainly took advantage of the fact. She looked at her camera and said 'I think we're going to have quite a little gallery of pictures by the time we've finished, won't we little girl?' True to her word, she moved slowly and deliberately around me and began to shoot a series of photos of me from every angle, particularly some close-ups of me staring wide eyed over my dummy. It was awful as I saw my humiliation being recorded for posterity.

Finally satisfied, she put her camera down. 'All right Emily' she said with a grin, 'Now you just sit there and see what it's like being a cute little baby girl sitting in her playpen while we go and get lunch ready. Have fun, won't you?' The girls all chuckled, and giving me a little wave, they went indoors, leaving me out on the patio like a typical little infant left to her own devices.

The time passed slowly. I sat there in the warm, fine weather, and could hear the world quietly humming around me. The sound of the birds, the faint shouts of children playing in the distance, and the occasional sound of a car going down the street were almost relaxing, as much as my restraints would allow. From time to time the girls came out both to tease me and to check that I was OK, but it felt like an age before they re-emerged from the house to await their guests. They took some chairs out of the garden shed and arranged them in a semicircle around the playpen, together with a couple of low tables. It seemed they were lining everything up as if for a theatrical performance and I could guess what the star attraction was going to be.

Then they went indoors and came out again carrying some drinks that they set down on the tables before sitting down. They looked at me with grins of satisfaction, and Wendy sipped at her drink before saying 'Is our little baby girl thirsty?' As a matter of fact I was, so I nodded. She chuckled and said 'Well don't worry babykins, we'll give you a drink soon. In a baby bottle of course. That'll be fun, won't it?' I rolled my eyes in despair as I imagined what that was going to be like!

The girls conversed lazily in the warm summer air, until I suddenly jumped as I heard the front door bell ring. The first guests had arrived. I sat there helplessly, trying to anticipate what our friends' reaction would be when they saw me helplessly trussed up in my baby frock and sitting in a playpen. It wasn't hard to guess.

'Well Emily' giggled Wendy, 'Looks like some of your admirers are here. I can't wait to see their faces!' She went into the house, and a moment later I heard distant laughter. Then she came back out onto the patio with Ted and Maggie, who took one look at me and fell about laughing. 'Oh boy!' chuckled Ted, 'I didn't know you'd adopted a baby girl. Doesn't she look cute?'

'I think she looks adorable' giggled Maggie, 'And I just love the outfit, it's absolutely delightful. That playpen's a brilliant idea Wendy. Where on earth did you get it from?'

'Ricky made up the playpen for me, he's good with his hands. And I borrowed the baby frock from Angela' grinned Wendy, 'She had the whole outfit made up for a fancy dress do, and fortunately it fits Jimmy perfectly. Or should I say, it fits Emily perfectly.'

'Emily?'

'Yes, that's what we've decided to call our baby for the day. Sweet isn't it?'

'I think it's hilarious' chuckled Maggie, putting her hands on the rail of the playpen and looking down at me. 'Well baby Emily' she smiled, 'You have got yourself into a pickle, haven't you?'

'And the clever bit' added Tricia with a grin, 'Is that he's securely trussed up in those nice strong baby reins and fixed to that post in the middle of the playpen. He can't move. All he can do is sit there quietly like a good little girl.'

'And a nice quiet little girl she is too' chuckled Wendy, 'With that dummy tied in his mouth he can't make sound.'

'You mean her mouth don't you?' corrected Sue with a grin.

The mirth gradually quietened down, and they all sat down in a semicircle around me while Wendy served another round of iced drinks. All I could do was sit there, quietly sucking on my dummy and blushing crimson with humiliation from under my baby bonnet. Ted and Maggie continued to glance at me from time to time with broad grins on their faces, usually accompanied by a chuckle of amusement.

About half an hour later the door bell rang again. Sue jumped up, and grinning at me said 'That'll be Fiona and Hilary. I'll get it.' She went to the front door, and I heard a shriek of laughter that I immediately recognised as my girlfriend Fiona. I cringed in wretched anticipation, and sure enough, a moment later Sue came out of the house with Fiona and Hilary. They walked over to the playpen, stood looking down at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

'Well well' giggled Fiona, 'What a pretty little girl, all tucked up safely in her playpen.' She looked at my restraints and added 'And I don't think there's much she can do about it is there?'

'That's for sure' chuckled Hilary, 'And with that dummy in her mouth she's a nice quiet little baby isn't she? Very well behaved.'

I strained helplessly in my baby reins unable to move and crimson with humiliation as Fiona said to Wendy 'When you said you were going to make him pay a forfeit for telling us you were a bed wetter, you sure meant it didn't you? What an exquisitely appropriate punishment. Boy he must be squirming.'

'Oh he is, I guarantee it' laughed Wendy, 'I don't think he'll try anything like that again in a hurry.'

At that moment the front door bell rang again, and Sue said 'Ah, that'll be Angela. Good, that means we can have lunch in a minute.' She went into the house and returned with Angela, who took one look at me and burst out laughing. 'Oh my goodness' she giggled, 'What a pretty little baby. And I love the baby frock, it fits him perfectly doesn't it?'

'Fits her perfectly you mean' corrected Wendy, 'And we're calling her Emily. Such a sweet little name.'

'Emily? Oh yes, I definitely approve' laughed Angela, 'Suits her, doesn't it?'

'Well now that everybody's here' said Sue, 'We might as well serve lunch.'

'I'll give you a hand' said Wendy, and the two girls went into the house for a few minutes while the guests made themselves comfortable and amused themselves by passing various teasing remarks about what a well behaved little girl I was.

Sue and Wendy soon returned with trays of food, and they sat around enjoying a lunch of ham salad, sandwiches, white wine and coffee while all I could do was sit there in my playpen in dummied silence.

Taking a sip of wine, Wendy looked at me and grinned. 'Hungry Emily?' she smiled. 'Don't worry, we'll give you your lunch in a minute. We've got something really special arranged for you.' Sue gave a knowing giggle, and I anticipated that my lunch was going to be the next part of their entertainment at my expense.

As soon as they'd finished eating, the girls gathered up the dishes, and before taking them back into the house, Wendy looked at me and smiled a mischievous grin. 'All right Emily' she said, 'Now it's time for your lunch. You just sit there like a good little girl, and we'll go and get you some nice yummy food. Won't be long.' With that, she went indoors with Sue and Tricia. I dreaded to think what sort of a lunch I was in for, and I guessed that it certainly wasn't going to be ham salad and a glass of wine. Unfortunately, I was only too correct.

After about ten minutes, the girls returned, with Wendy carrying a tray of food. On it was a jar of infant vegetable dinner with a small plastic spoon, a bowl of mushy cereal, and a baby bottle of milk. Putting the tray down on a low table, Wendy removed the bars of the playpen to gain access to me, and crouching down, she removed my bonnet and unfastened my dummy before taking it out of my mouth.

At the sight of my hair ribbons, Angela bust out laughing. 'Oh I love the hair ribbons' she giggled, 'The perfect finishing touch. Now Emily really does look like a baby girl doesn't she? Oh yes, very sweet.'

'I thought you'd approve' grinned Wendy, and then, looking me straight in the eye as if I was a naughty little girl she said 'Now just one thing Emily. Babies can't talk, and you're no exception. One word out of you and that dummy goes back in your mouth along with some slugs and snails from the garden. Understood?' I shuddered, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate to carry out her threat, so I nodded submissively.

'Good' she said, and picking up a bib, she fastened it round my neck with tie tapes at the back. 'Now' she said, 'Feeding time.' Picking up the jar of infant vegetable dinner, she proceeded to spoon the bland, awful stuff into my mouth. I soon found that resistance was futile, as Wendy's willing hands pinched my nose closed and forced me to open my mouth. I was also warned that any attempt to spit the food out would result in the harshest of penalties, something that by now I had no wish to contemplate. Next came the bowl of baby cereal which at least didn't taste quite as bad as the vegetable dinner. Wendy deliberately smeared the food generously around my mouth so that I was the very image of a helpless infant, and some of the food dribbled onto the bib, so she used the corner of the bib to wipe my mouth.

Putting the empty bowl down, Wendy picked up the baby bottle of milk, pushed the teat into my mouth and told me to start sucking. I had no choice, and vigorously sucked at the teat, to everyone's amusement. With the bottle of milk emptied, Wendy put it down. 'There we are then' she said, 'You're fed as well now, so let's just put your dummy back and your pretty bonnet on again shall we?'

She pushed the large silicon rubber bulb of the dummy back into my mouth, and tied the securing ribbons even tighter than before. Then she pulled the baby bonnet well down onto my head again, and tied it on securely with a bow under my chin. Finally she tidied the stiffened brim of the bonnet so that it framed my face neatly.

Making a check of the straps restraining me, she looked satisfied, stood up, and with Tricia's help, replaced the bars of the playpen. Then she picked up my food tray and took it indoors. I experimentally strained at the tight unyielding straps holding me, but soon realised that escape really was out of the question. I couldn't move an inch, and was truly as helpless as an infant, subject to my sister's every whim for the day. I wondered what new horror awaited me after Wendy and the girls came out of the house again. My audience of amused onlookers continued to tease me for a while until Wendy came over to me. 'Now then' she said, 'I think it's time for Emily's afternoon lie down, so let's just unstrap her first.'

I gave a sigh of relief as she removed the bars of the playpen and unstrapped me. However, she left my baby reins securely fastened. I began to realise that further humiliation was in the offing, and nervously waited to see what new delight my imaginative sister had in store for me. As the rope around my ankles was unfastened, two of the girls helped me unsteadily to my feet and I stretched my cramped legs. 'Better?' said Wendy with a twinkle in her eye. 'Good, because now it's time for baby's afternoon nap.'

She removed my handcuffs while Sue and Tricia took a firm hold of me. They were both tall and athletic, and like Wendy, attended martial arts classes, so I knew better than to struggle if I wanted to avoid a painful arm or leg lock.

'Right Emily' said Wendy, 'Kneel down in the middle of the playpen.' Wondering just what she had in mind, I did as I was told and knelt down. 'Now hold out your hands' she said. I held my mittened hands out to her, and she placed a broad leather wrist strap fitted with a D ring around each of my wrists and buckled them up securely. 'Now cross your arms behind you' she ordered. I crossed my arms while she picked up a strap about three feet long with a buckle in the centre to adjust its length, and a steel clip at each end. Holding it in front of me, she clipped each end onto one of the D rings attached to my wrist straps. Then she pulled the strap through the buckle to shorten it. As she did so, my hands were pulled towards the front of my waist so that my arms were secured like a straight jacket on back to front. Giving the strap a final tug, she buckled it securely.

'Good. Now lie down on your tummy Emily' commanded Wendy. I leaned forward while Sue and Tricia lowered me face down onto the blanket. 'Now then' she said, 'Bend your legs up behind your back, and cross your ankles.' I did as I was told, and she took a long length of rope and began to tie my crossed ankles together, cinching the lashings as if she was tying two pieces of timber together. I'd forgotten that she once had a girl guide ropecraft badge. Taking another piece of rope, she doubled it and tied it securely around my bound ankles. Then taking the two long ends of the rope, she threaded them through a ring attached to the baby reins at the back and down to my ankles again. She started to pull the ropes tight, and as she pulled them through the ring, my crossed feet were pulled further and further up my back behind me until they were resting on my bottom. Wendy tied the ends of the ropes securely onto my ankles and stood up to admire her expert handiwork.

'Nearly done' she grinned, 'But let's just make sure Emily can't wriggle around her playpen too much.' While I lay face down in the middle of the playpen, Wendy took a long piece of rope and tied it to one corner of the base of the playpen a few feet from my head. Bringing the end of the rope close to me, she passed it under my left shoulder, threaded it up through my armpit, over my back, and down through my right armpit and out under my right shoulder. She took the rope back up to the other corner near my head and pulled it tight before tying it off securely. My legs were next. She tied the end of another rope to one of the corners near my legs, passed it around through my bent knees, and back to the other corner. Then, with Sue's help, she pulled the rope tight. With my upper body already tied to the other two corners, this had the effect of immobilising me completely. As Wendy tied the end of the rope to the last corner, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to move an inch. Any faint hope I might have had of somehow being able to at least lie on my side to be slightly less uncomfortable were now dashed. I was well and truly stuck face down like a helpless infant and that was that.

Wendy stood up, and as she looked down at my helpless form she grinned and said 'There we are then, one helpless little baby in the garden enjoying the sunshine. Go on Emily, let's see you try and get your bonnet off.' Only too glad to try and remove the humiliating object, I tried to oblige her by desperately trying to push the bonnet back off my head by wiping the side of my head along the plastic covered mattress. I shook my head desperately, and wriggled and writhed in my frustration, but I could hardly move, and the bonnet remained firmly in place. At last I gave up, and lay still on my tummy, like any other baby.

'Can't you move?' she teased, 'Obviously not. Well in that case you'll just have to stay there like that won't you, my ickle baby sister?' I tried to yell back at her, but all I could mumble through my dummy was 'Mmmmmm! Mmmmp! Mmmmmmf!'

'Quite' laughed Wendy, 'Now you just lie there like a good little baby.' With Sue's help she replaced the playpen's barred sides, and they then resumed their seats and chatted casually, looking across at me and giggling with amusement from time to time.

I made an experimental effort to move about, but securely trussed up as I was, I soon found I couldn't even wriggle. After a while my back began to ache, and my efforts to change position became more and more frustrating. Like a typical baby I squirmed and writhed, gurgling into my dummy, but got absolutely nowhere, so after a while I ceased my hopeless struggles and quietly lay still.

Wendy left me there for about an hour, but eventually she came over to check that my restraints were still secure. With a grunt of satisfaction, she looked down at me and smiled. 'Well little girl' she grinned, 'You don't seem to have moved, so you must be happy where you are. You can just stay there for a bit longer I think.' She smiled as she sat down again, glancing up and grinning at me from time to time.

After a while the ache in my back was becoming really uncomfortable, and I decided to try and draw Wendy's attention. I began to gurgle into my dummy, and eventually she looked up at me, giggled, and said 'Is baby getting uncomfortable? Would she like to sit up again?'

'Mmmm' I said, nodding my head enthusiastically. 'All right then' said Wendy, 'We'll let you sit up, but I'll just take a few more pictures for my photo album first.' She fetched her camera, and I received the full photo coverage treatment. She took a dozen shots from every angle, and there was now no question that my day's humiliation wasn't going to be easily forgotten. Finally Wendy put her camera down under her seat, removed the playpen bars, and began to untie my ankles. As she did so she said 'Now there's still a while to go before the day's up, so I've got one more little delight for you. I'm going to change your position, but you're still going to be restrained. I'm going to sit you up in your playpen cross legged again, like you were before. All right?'

'Mmmmm' I mumbled, nodding my head in agreement, and eager to relieve my aching back. Anything would be a relief from the discomfort of my present posture. Wendy untied my legs and ankles, and with a moan of relief I was able to stretch out my cramped legs.

Sue and Tricia helped me to sit up, keeping a tight hold on me while Wendy removed my wrist straps, crossed my legs in front of me, and in a short space of time I was once more restrained in the playpen sitting bolt upright with my hands securely handcuffed behind the post.

Standing up, Wendy replaced the playpen bars, looked down at me, grinned, and said 'There we are then, that should keep you nice and quiet Emily.' With my legs tied securely in a cross-legged position, my arms immobilised, and the dummy tightly tied in my mouth, she was absolutely right. I had to just sit there demurely and silently, like an obedient baby girl. Well at least I was sitting upright.

But it was also camera time again, and once again, Wendy moved around me as she took plenty of photos from every angle. That done, she sat down again with the others and continued chatting.

After a short while she looked up at me, smiled and said 'You know, I do love the effect of the bonnet framing Emily's sweet little face with that nice big dummy in her mouth, but I still prefer the effect of those cute little hair ribbons, so let's have another look at them, shall we?' She came over to me, and unfastening my baby bonnet, she pulled it off and retied my hair ribbons neatly. Then, combing my fringe forward, she looked at me and grinned with a murmur of approval. 'Yes, that looks lovely' she smiled, 'Those bows in your hair remind me so much of how I used to look when I was little. You probably don't remember, but Mum used to make me wear my hair like that right up until I was ten, and by then I used to hate it. I felt a right twit. Now you sit there like a good little girl while I go and make us all a cup of tea.' She went indoors, and after a few minutes she came back into the garden with a tray of tea and biscuits that she handed round to her friends.

Watching them drinking their tea, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet, and as the pressure on my bladder became stronger, I began to wriggle and writhe in my attempt not to let go. Somehow my pride fought against it. I began to groan with the effort, and Sue looked at me, grinned, and said 'You know, I think Emily's trying to tell us something.' Wendy looked at me and chuckled. 'Yes' she said, 'You're right. And I think we all know what it is. I think baby wants to go wee wees' she smiled. 'Well go on Emily, do it, after all, that's what nappies are for isn't it?' The girls stood up and stood around the playpen with amused grins on their faces as they waited for the inevitable to happen. And they knew when it did. As my struggles increased, I finally reached the point where I could hold on no longer. With a muffled groan of despair I had to let go, and a warm stream flooded into my nappy. I gave a final little moan as it finished, and I could feel the wetness trickling down around my crutch and bottom. 'There's a good baby' laughed Wendy, 'Did oo do wee wees in your nappy?' The girls fell about laughing, and I sat there miserably, utterly humiliated. After a few more teasing comments, the girls returned to their seats while I could only sit there in my playpen, completely helpless.

The sun began to move round, until eventually I was sitting in the warm sun and started to feel its heat. Wendy looked at me, chuckled, and suddenly said 'You know Emily, I think we'd better stop you from getting sunburnt, and I've got just the thing to cover you up. I know you won't like it, but that's the whole idea. You just sit there like a good little girl and I'll go and get it.' She stood up, and went into the house. Puzzled, I wondered what she had in mind, but I didn't have to wait very long. She came out again in a few moments, carrying a hooded red rubberised cotton raincape that she'd worn as a little girl. I looked at it with dread, as I realised what I was in for next. 'Here we are' she laughed, 'This will keep the sun off you. And I know you'll look very cute wearing it.'

She placed the cape over me and fastened all the buttons at the front up to my neck. Then she pulled up the pointed pixie hood and buttoned it securely under my chin. Pulling the hood well forward, she said 'There you are little girl, I don't think there's any chance of you getting sunburnt now!' Kneeling down, she tucked the hem of the raincape under me all the way round so that I was completely enclosed in a cocoon of red rubberised cotton. Sue giggled as she said 'You're right Wendy, he looks so sweet peeping out from under that cute little pixie hood. Quite adorable.'

The others laughed in agreement, and Wendy said 'Yes, that will do very nicely I'd say, and I think I'll just take a few more photos to complete the set. I reckon this is going to be quite a little gallery of photos, isn't it?' Once again she picked up her camera and recorded this moment of my supreme humiliation for her computer files. That done, Wendy put the camera down under her chair, looked at me, and said 'Now then Emily, don't get too cold, will you?' She gave a final chuckle and sat down in the shade again.

The warm afternoon sun beat down on me, and I soon began to perspire profusely as the inside of the raincape grew hotter and hotter. Soon the sweat was pouring down my face, and I began to wriggle and moan into my dummy. Wendy noticed, and immediately guessed the reason. 'What's the matter baby Emily?' she said, 'Getting a bit warm?'

'Mmmmmmp!' I mumbled.

'Oh good, I thought so' grinned Wendy, and calmly continued talking with her friends.

The time passed slowly, and I occasionally tried to reposition my limbs as I sought to make myself more comfortable, but that was impossible. Wendy knew what she was doing when it came to ropes, and I couldn't move. After another hour she stood up and came to have a look at me. 'My word' she laughed, 'Your face is like a beetroot. Well, I'm not going to let you go yet little girl, so you can suffer for a bit longer.' I groaned behind my dummy, while she went back and sat down again.

But at long last the guests started leaving, and after a few more teasing comments, they'd gone, leaving me alone with Wendy, Sue and Tricia. After seeing the last guest off from the front door, the girls came out into the garden and looked down at me. Wendy smiled and said 'All right baby Emily, I think you've paid your forfeit, but before I let you go, let's discuss it shall we?' She unbuttoned the hood of my raincape and pulled it back off my head. Then she untied the securing ribbons of my dummy and pulled it out of my mouth. I heaved a sigh of relief and wiggled my aching jaw. 'Oh wow' I said, 'At last. Please don't ever do that to me again!'

'Well I won't' she said coolly, 'As long as you don't behave like such a prat again. Otherwise, with the aid of that lovely set of photos I've taken of you today, I just might have to repeat the exercise with the help of some of my friends. Understood?' It certainly was. The prospect of a repeat dose in the clutches of Wendy and her friends was something I shuddered to contemplate, and I knew as well as she did that what she could do with those photos was going to guarantee my best behaviour from here on in.

'Understood' I said meekly.

My sister knew that she now had the whip hand, and grinned triumphantly as she said 'All right then dear brother, in that case I think you've suffered enough for today. Let's get you out of this.'

After removing the bars of the playpen, she bent down, unbuttoned the raincape, and pulled it off me. Putting it on the ground she looked at me and said 'My goodness, you're soaking wet, aren't you? I reckon you must have shed a couple of pounds. Now let's see if I can undo these knots.' She unlocked my handcuffs, untied all the ropes and straps, and helped me to my feet. As I flexed my cramped fingers she unbuckled the baby reins and removed them before she sat me down on a chair. She stood behind me, and giggled as she removed my ribbons and hair slides and brushed out my hair. That done, I stood up and she unfastened my baby frock behind my back.

'There we are then' she said, 'You can go upstairs and have a shower now.'

I made my way unsteadily into the house as she added 'And put those damp clothes in the linen basket. I'll wash them, and I think I'd better wash that raincape as well, it's soaking wet on the inside.'

'Right' I replied wearily. I made my way upstairs, and by the time I'd had a shower and changed, I felt like a new man apart from one little souvenir. I found myself with a sore case of nappy rash around my bottom, which Wendy took great delight in referring to for several days afterwards.

By the time I came downstairs again Wendy had prepared tea, and we were soon enjoying a proper meal which was a big improvement on the baby food! After washing up together, we watched TV for the evening, and apart from the occasional glance and a reminiscent giggle from Wendy it was almost as if the day's events had never happened. But they had, and I was never to be allowed to forget it. Wendy soon printed her digital photos, and when she spread the prints out on the table in front of me, I knew that my days of cheekiness were over. Wendy's threat of circulating those photos on the internet were her guarantee, and I'd finally learnt my lesson.

 

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