Peter's Punishment

by Patti Remick

 

Part 9

 

I continue to cry as Mommy again tells me, "Lay still," but now She Adds, "and put your legs together.' As I continue to hold my skirt up over my blouse, now afraid to even let go of it, I am horrified at how angry She is and I quickly comply and I push my feet together until my Mary Jane shoesare touching. I am praying that She is satisfied that She has seen that I have wet my panties and that She will now take me to the bathroom. But I am sorely mistaken as Mommy then takes both of Her hands, and grabbing my tights by the waistband carefully but deliberately, pulls them down to my ankles. I was not prepared for this and don't know what She is doing and become hysterical again kicking my legs back and forth. I quickly realize that by pulling the tights down to my ankles it has effectively bound my feet together. She grabs me firmly by the chin and tells me, "Stop your kicking right now …you hold perfectly still you little brat…do you understand me!" Again I quickly comply at the harsh sound of Her voice and become motionless.

I watch in agony as She then reaches down under the table and see that She has retrieved a pair of scissors. She says nothing to me but I can tell I better not move one muscle as She proceeds to cut my wet panties off with the scissors by snipping through the waistband at each leg opening and briskly pulling the wet panties out from under me. She holds them up so She can see then and coldly says, "I think our little baby girl wet her panties some more when she had her tantrum here in the nursery…didn't she?…well I guess you really did need to 'pee more' these panties are soaked!" Furious at their wetness, She pushes the wet panties in my face and nose and holds them there as I try to turn my head away from them. Now chiding me about this 'accident' I watch in horror as She tosses the panties into the trash.

As I continue to cry She tells me to spread my legs wide and continue to hold my skirt up. She has no sympathy what so ever and coldly says She was glad She was prepared for a little sissy girl like me to act like such a baby as I comply and spread my legs. "Now you pathetic little sissy…since you act like a baby you will be treated like a baby," She coldly says. As I lay there frozen with fright She reaches under the table and brings up a large white bottle of what is clearly baby powder and what looks like a container of pre-moistened baby wipes and places them near my feet.

At first I can't really see it but I quickly lift my head and can read that the container says in large print: BABY WIPES – 500 COUNT. I can also see that in smaller print it says: Cleans and Soothes – Helps Prevent Chaffing and Diaper Rash. Ignoring my tears and pleading She takes a baby wipe from the container and begins to wipe it all over my tiny male genitals. Still not completely comprehending what is happening to me I realize that the baby wipe feels cool on my skin. As She continues with a second wipe I realize that I have unconsciously spread my legs even wider so She can easily wipe my crotch and genital area. She then grabs my feet which are still locked together by the tights around my ankles and before I know it She firmly lifts them up off the table and practically over my head fully exposing my rear.

The strap around my chest prevents me from any movement of my upper body and She has a firm hold on my legs at my ankles. Still firmly holding my legs with one hand She takes another baby wipe and begins to wipe my rear and anus. I cry hysterically as She does this but She just continues to ignore me. Still holding my legs I see Her reach for the bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads the powder on me. Finally She lowers my legs back onto the table.

She orders me to spread my legs wide and I do but my feet are still bound together by the tights so all I can do in bend my knees and pull my feet towards me. She actually smiles in delight and is even a bit surprised as She watches me spread my legs like this and even softens Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby – spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Satisfied that I am well powdered She then reaches down and I hear Her opening one of the drawers. I am totally horrified and nearly faint at what I see next.

A thick white disposable diaper, I don't think I can remember ever seeing one of these so close to me in my life. She smiles, almost giggling, as She sees my horrified reaction to the sight of it as She holds the still folded diaper between Her red nailed fingers. Even as She holds it in its folded state I can see the white plastic covering, thick white padding, elastic leg gathers and wide white fastening tapes. She stares at me and brings the diaper closer to my face and mockingly says, "Do you know what I have here for you?" I say nothing in my frightened state and She says again, "Come on now…be a good little sissy and tell Mommy what I have here for you."

Hysterically I cry out, "Nooo, nooo…pleeeease."

Again She taunts me, "Come on little sissy girl, tell Mommy what I have for her here." Finally sensing that it is just too much for me to answer Her She finally sarcastically says, "Alright…don't answer me you little brat …you know what this is and if you have any doubt you are going to find out right now…now you keep your legs spread wide and lift up your bottom so I can put you in your diaper you very BAD BAD little girl."

Oh God, She really means it. She is really going to put me in a diaper. A diaper! I just cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm a ten years old boy and I'm now dressed like a 6 year old girl and now I am going to be put into a diaper too. I begin again to plead with Her not to put me in the diaper but She will have none of it. She angrily Scowls, "You have really been a very bad little bratty sissy girl and this is what happens to bad little sissies like you who wet their panties…they have to wear diapers, now lift up now!" Seeing the anger the tightness of the strap across my chest as I try to arch my back.

Now as She unfolds the diaper I see its hideous hourglass shape, elastic leg and waist bands, and thick white padding. Pleased that I am still holding my rear off the table Her tone softens a bit and She now coldly begins teasing me by holding the diaper near my tear streaked face and stroking Her fingers over the now open crotch of the diaper and saying, "h these diapers are so soft and thick, they were the thickest ones available…and the package said they were 'baby soft' so I just knew you are going to love wearing them."

I watch in sheer horror as She then expertly slides the unfolded diaper under me. I try to now hold myself up off the diaper but Mommy puts Her hand on my stomach and firmly begins to push as She says, "Now stop being such a brat a be a good little sissy baby and lay down on your diaper."

Knowing I cannot resist Her I relax and lower my rear onto the diaper and as I do I can feel its very thick, and soft, padding against my rear. She tells me to continue to hold my skirt up over my chest as I have unconsciously never let go of it the whole time. Now as I continue to plead She coldly says, "You know something you little sissy brat, I've really had enough noise and whining out of you," She then reaches down and pulls from a drawer underneath me a large baby's pacifier which She thrusts into my mouth. She holds it there with Her hand as She says, "Now that will keep our little sissy baby girl quiet...don't you touch it or even think of spitting it out…do you understand me." I look at Her coldly starring at me as She says again, "Do you understand me!" Now unable to speak I meekly nod my head up and down. Finally She says, "Now that's a good baby girl," as She finally takes Her hand off the pacifier, leaving it firmly in my mouth.

 

 

 

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