Didy
by Derry
On my first visit to my future husband I found him sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind is back. He was wearing a VERY short flowery frock.
The frock was so short that I could see his panties. These were plastic and see-though. Through them I could see his was wearing nappies. Not only that but he had obviously soaked them.
Now I was older than Dani- I was 25- he was 18. I had known he had submissive even Sissy tendencies. That was part of his attraction. But this was a very big surprise.
* * *
It was October 1966. I was discovering that sex and "the movement" meant that lots of boys thought they had a right to sleep with me if I disagreed with what America was doing in Viet Nam. It was before "Women's Lib"- and in any case feminism arrived late to Blackford, Hereford, England.
I needed one more exam pass to get a place as a mature student. I also found managing alone harder than I thought. So I took an evening class in "Domestic Science"- which I believe that Americans call "Home- Economics". I was more than a little surprised to find out that one of the students was male.
I supposed that the thought of man who would go to such a course would not be what I would later call "sexist". I did not know his history.
I got to talking to Dani. He was very polite. He interrupted less than any male I knew. Of course it seemed a wonderful idea for him to go to the cinema with me. I did not notice a girl called Julliet carefully taking notes of our conversation at the next table. Dani or course HAD to.
* * *
There was silence for a minute as I opened the living room door to see the huge infant. Then his older sister Barbara told him:
"Tell Regina why you are dressed as you are"
He obliged
"Its the third time I simply forgot to do homework. Barbara had warned me I would be punished if I kept being forgetful and naughty.
"I told her that you were coming. She said:
"That will make your long weekend in nappies an even better punishment."
I was very surprised. I asked Barbara:
"Why are you doing this?"
She explained:
"I promised mother before she died that I would do all I could to make sure that Dani studied enough to get to college. I reminded him that he is legally an "infant" and that I was his Legal Guardian.
However his twin Gwen explained to me:
"Well he's often caned at school. He seems to think that it proves he is tough. If you want I'll
help you hold him down- and maybe he'll feel more shamed by a girl doing it but I am not sure that it will work."
"I remembered a punishment that he had really dreaded. When he was 11 mum was away working. Our grandmother looked after us. Dani started wetting the bed. Granny put him in nappies and made him keep them on during the day when he was not at school.
"He HATED that punishment. I thought it was unfair because bed-wetting was something he could not help. But his behaviour now was something he COULD help. He was capable of doing his homework. He was capable of washing dishes, just as the rest of us did. He was capable of doing his share of other house-work. THIS punishment would work much better than say caning him."
Then Gwen undid his hands. She explained:
"Well Regina now KNOWS what happens when Dani's naughty. There's no point in him fighting back. You can have a little crawl if you like."
I then watched Dani crawling around. He did so quite quickly. Gwen was following him and spanking his diapered pantied ass. I soon joined in the game. I liked having a male knowing he was my total inferior.
I enjoyed the meal that Barbara offered me even more than I would have going to see a movie with Dani. It was also an astonishing revelation to find out how much power some women could exercise over some males.
* * *
At the next class Dani was even more submissive to me. I was not surprised but I was pleased. Then too Barbara had started me thinking about what would one day be "Women's Lib". So it made total sense for me to become a regular visitor.
On most of my visits Dani was not wearing nappies. He was however VERY different to the other boys I knew. Sometimes he was concentrating on his work from school. At other times he was washing dishes, peeling vegetables or generally making himself useful.
There was, however, something else. Usually the boy was wearing a dress or skirt. Not typically a baby dress but still not pants or trousers. Barbara explained this:
"We told Dani that in the future he would have to do his share of the house-work. We mentioned that he owed Gwen and I a lot in that regard.
"You see until near the end mother had let the boy do what he liked. She did change her mind near the end. But well a woman dying of cancer is not in a strong position to discipline a disobedient adolescent and helping mum was most important until..."
At this point I was thinking that it was fair enough that a boy should do his share of housework. The sisters had a point in expecting him make up for the years he had done so little. On the other hand putting him in petticoats seemed very weird to me.
"Dani tried to do the work as badly as possible. Quite often Gwen and I had to work harder to make him do his share than it would have been to do it ourselves. It was very frustrating.
"What did you tell us Dani:"
The petticoated boy explained:
"I said I was no good at housework because it is "Girls' work.""
Then his twin proudly described her role in this:
"Perhaps he would do better if he was dressed for the part."
Dani continued the story:
"I said:
"You wouldn't dare."
Gwen added:
"So I said:
"This could be the way to make Dani do his share."
Barbara took up the story:
"So I took charge. I thought the threat would be enough. So I arranged for a girl-"
"Julliet!"
Put in Gwen. That explained why Dani had been so submissive in class. Julliet would have reported back. Then we were back to Barbara...
"To measure his for some frocks. He was very quiet and very submissive. We had him just in underpants and Gwen and I were watching.
"I think that he would simply work hard and effectively as soon as his new frocks and petticoats arrived. He would, SURELY NOT risk having to wear them.
"Now maybe he was just very lazy. Maybe he found it hard to be good at housework. Maybe some part of him WANTED to be put under "Petticoat Control".
Gwen finished the story:
"But we reached a point when it was clear that we would have NO authority if he was not put into petticoats.
"The first time he really fought and pulled off the dress. So we held him down, with Julliet's help, into a shorter dress. We tied his hands behind him and he was put back into nappies and plastic panties.
"After his first change time he was very happy to wear clothing of an older girl and to do his share of housework.
"It has taken quite some time to get him as good as he is at his share of the housework.
"And we're NOT ready to experiment with him going back to boy's clothes to do what he is still insisting is feminine work."
The petticoated boy nodded his head and curtsied.
* * *
A few months later at a class I thought his purple trousers had quite a lot of padding. I quietly patted his ass. I was right. He was wearing nappies and plastic panties under them. I whispered:
"Have you been naughty?"
He just nodded.
Near the end of the class I saw him fidgeting. Then I saw a look on his face. As we were leaving I asked:
"Are your nappies wet."
He nodded and then came to my ear:
"And they'll be messy soon. I CAN'T take the bus."
I gave him a lift home. I drove as fast as was safe and legal. He pressed the bell. He did NOT have a key.
Just after he came in Dani looked pleadingly at Barbara. She told him:
"I'm NOT doing things different just because of Regina."
We saw his face. We smelt a little. The child had messed his nappies. Barbara addressed him again:
"You DELIBERATELY smashed that Bowl. Straight to your crib. And Gwen will strap you in. And if you don't want change time delayed till lunchtime tomorrow you'll start upstairs."
He crawled very quickly up the stairs.
* * *
Dani and I went to the same college. I found it convenient to have a man on my arm who did what I wanted. He came to my room and tidied it. Sometimes I wanted more personal things. Again he did what I wanted.
I got a good degree, Dani just passed. We found jobs in the same town. We set up a household on the basis of ME being in control. The property was wholly in my name. Dani's salary was paid into an account where I was the only signatory.
Much of the time at home he was in petticoats. Sometimes when he was naughty nappies were his punishment. But I also like spanking him. I happen to have a very strong right hand. It may be that being caned at school made him feel heroic. Being across his girl-friend's knees and spanked was less so. This was especially true when I invited female friends to watch and tease as his dress and petticoat went up, his panties came down to his ankles and the hairbrush came down heavily on his ass.
Dani also changed his family name to the same as mine- Day. It also enabled me to give him a new nickname. His name was Daniel Ian Day. An American friend referred to changing her infant's didies. His nickname became: DIDY.
Of course the name was not as embarrassing as it might have been in say America. On the other hand I could always freely use that name.
I became pregnant. I decided that it would be best to be married. I found a Church with a very old vicar with poor eyesight and memory. I used the name "Reg" and my partner's name could be female.
At the wedding I was dressed as a groom. My partner was dressed as a bride. I also wanted him to share some of my inconvenience. Dani wore a wedding dress. Under it was a large visible water bag. It looked to the people who saw him on the way that Dani was the shamed VERY pregnant bride. It happened that we had to walk through a very busy market. Dani could certainly hear the chatter.
It was an old fashioned wedding. He promised to OBEY me. However the correct names were signed in the book.
By the time Sylvia was one we knew we would have to be careful. From that day Dani never wore a dress in front of her. At no time did she EVER see him spanked. But on the other hand we did NOT pretend that ours was an equal relationship.
Just after her 18th birthday our youngest child Gloria followed her father to her Aunt Barbara. She saw him spanked, given an enema and pinned into nappies. The secret was out.
The girls then understood that sometimes when they went to their Aunt it was to give me an opportunity to punish Dani. On other occasions - like that one- Dani went to his big sister for correction.
The two girls have now found male partners who seem very likely to be able to submit to their wills and as needed their correction.
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