Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 06:26:27 -0500
From: bill blazjowski <blazelandusa@hotmail.com>
Subject: TEACHER'S PET    Pt 2.   Lessons in Babyhood

  I remember it clearly. It was the bank holiday weekend of Saturday the
28th of May, two weeks after coming back from holiday. The weekend before
had been a normal weekend, although I was now staying over each night which
suited me just fine, my parents didn't mind and it also meant that I didn't
have to get dressed back into my boys things each day, only on the Sunday
evening when I went home again. But this weekend was Kirsty's `away
weekend', staying with her father who lived in another county. As I cycled
to Miss Granger's house it seemed a bit strange to be going there knowing
that Kirsty wouldn't be around to spend time with, and I wondered what sort
of things I would be doing. As it turned out I would never have guessed it
in a million years.
  Once inside, Miss Granger said that she needed to speak to me, she led me
into the living room and sat me down next to her on the sofa.
  "Now then Samantha," She said, her voice more serious than usual. "Do you
remember what I said to you when I spanked you last, in the villa?" I stared
blankly at the floor, trying to remember.
  "No Miss." I replied.
  "I told you that I thought you were enjoying your spankings a little too
much remember?" I nodded in agreement and continued to look at the floor as
my mind started to race, she was building up to something and I wasn't sure
I was going to like it. "Well I've had plenty of time to think of ways to
emphasize to you how important obedience and authority is, and this weekend
I think is the perfect time to put them into practice." Miss Granger noticed
the worried look on my face and gently placed her hand on my knee. "Don't
worry Sweetie," She said. "It won't hurt, I might have to spank you this
weekend but it won't be more painful than that I promise." I breathed a
little easier. Then she continued. " But I have to impress upon you how
important it is for me to exercise my authority over you. And I think that
just putting you across my knee isn't enough. I need to be in total control
of you, and for you to learn total obedience and humility, do you
understand?"
  "Yes Miss." I said softly, my heart pumping hard in my chest.
  "Good." She said. "As I've told you before, it's not because you've been
naughty, I'm not cross with you, but the things I'll be doing to you this
weekend will seem like I'm punishing you but you must trust me ok?"
  "Yes Miss." I said again, my mouth drying up at the thought of her `doing
things to me'.
  "Good girl, now go upstairs and put on the clothes that I've put out for
you on your bed and come straight back down, I have some housework for you
to do while I get things ready."
As I went up the stairs my mind was in a whirl, what did she have planned
for me? What was going to happen? I went into the bedroom and began to put
on the clothes she'd got out for me, a pair of white satin panties, a white
mini skirt of a material that was so thin you could clearly see my panties
underneath, a pretty pink top and my favourite pink sparkly sandals. I
quickly put on some pink lipstick, checked myself in the mirror and went
back to the living room.
Miss Granger put me to work in the dining room giving me a list of chores
including dusting and tidying, then went into the living room and closed the
door behind her.
About half an hour later Miss Granger came back in and told me to stop
cleaning and to come and join her in the living room. My whole body began to
shake with nerves as I put down my duster and shakily walked into the room,
I looked around, trying to get some kind of clue as to what was in store for
me but everything seemed normal. Then Miss Granger sat down next to me, and
I noticed that she had what seemed to be a large yellow babies dummy in her
hand.
  "Right young lady," She began. "I've got everything ready for you, they'll
be no more cleaning or housework for you to do, in fact you won't be doing
anything at all, I'm taking away all your responsibilities. I've realized
that the only way for me to have total control over you is to treat you like
a baby, so that's what I'm going to do." My face glazed over with confusion.
"You're going to be my baby for the weekend, I'm going to control everything
you do, I'm going to dress you, bath you, feed you. I want you to completely
surrender yourself to me, ok?" I sat there not really knowing what to say, I
was in total shock. "Do you trust me Sam?" She said. Her voice was soft and
gentle.
  "Yes Miss." I whispered. Still looking down at the floor.
  "And will you do as I say no matter what I ask?"
  "Yes Miss." I repeated.
  "Ok then," She said. "Now I want you to pop this into your mouth and keep
it there until I say, ok?" Reluctantly I agreed. Miss Granger pushed the
dummy into my mouth. It was much bigger than a baby's dummy the big soft
rubber nipple filled my mouth as I began to suck on it. "There," She said.
"Just like a real baby. Now lets get you undressed." She got up and led me
over to the other end of the living room. Laid out on the floor was what
looked like an exercise mat, she stood me next to it and then began to
remove my top, pulling it over my head. Then she knelt down in front of me,
I looked down at the top of her head as she reached round behind me and
unfastened my mini skirt and proceeded to slip it down my legs. I placed my
hands on her shoulders for balance as I lifted my feet and stepped out of
it. Miss Granger then folded it and placed it on a nearby chair. My face was
glowing red with shame and embarrassment as I stood there in just my silky
knickers and high heel sandals, sucking on my dummy, not knowing where to
put my hands while she continued to undress me. Miss Granger then patted the
mat and told me to lie down on it. Awkwardly and with Miss Granger waiting
for me, I sat myself down on it then slowly laid back stretching myself out.
The plastic was cold against my bare skin as I lay there looking up at the
ceiling while Miss Granger started to unbuckle my sandals. I closed my eyes,
trying to block out what was happening to me as I felt my sandals being
slipped off of my feet. The feelings of helplessness and violation swept
over me as I lay there being undressed like a baby. I wriggled uncomfortably
on the mat as Miss Granger took hold of my knickers and began to pull them
down. I felt the last touch of satin against my skin as they were pulled
down my legs and slipped off over my feet leaving me naked and exposed.
  "There we are," Cooed Miss Granger softly as she placed my knickers on the
chair. "Now, just a little cream and powder and you're ready for a nice
clean nappy!"  Those words hit me like a sledgehammer, even though I knew
she was going to treat me like a baby, I never thought she would actually
put a nappy on me. The horror of it made my heart pound even harder, the
thought of wearing a nappy at my age was too much to comprehend and I felt
myself starting to get upset. Then suddenly I felt the touch of cold cream
around my cock, Miss Granger was smearing it up and down the shaft, making
it swell and grow hard. "Ooh, baby likes that!" she said, as she continued
rubbing liberal amounts of cream to my fast growing cock. Then she lifted my
feet up and pushed my legs back, so that my knees were almost touching my
face, exposing my bottom to the world, and smeared some cream around my
hole, slipping her finger inside me now and again, making me moan softly. I
sucked hard on my dummy as she then began to sprinkle baby powder all over
my bottom and between my legs, I could hear the jangling of her bangles as
she shook the powder bottle, dusting fine layers of scented baby powder over
me, which landed softly over my cock and down between my legs like fine
snow. Then after shaking the powder from her hands she opened up a large
white disposable nappy and slipped it carefully under my raised bottom, then
lowered me onto it spreading my knees apart. The nappy rustled loudly as she
pulled it up tightly between my legs. It was quite a large nappy, I could
feel the bulkiness of it between my legs, I couldn't seem to open my legs
wide enough so that I couldn't feel it between them. Miss Granger pulled the
sides up tight, I heard the tapes being fastened and felt the nappy enclose
tightly around me, then she did the other side and the job was done.
So there I was, a seventeen year old, lying on the floor, sucking a dummy
and wearing a nappy. I can't describe how strange it felt, I looked down and
saw a mass of shiny white plastic padding between my legs and around my
waist. It made loud rustling noises every time I moved, Miss Granger was
running her hands over it, fiddling and adjust it, giving it a pull,
checking to see if it was nice and snug. "There, Baby's all done!" She said,
patting my well- padded bottom. "Now I want you to lie there quietly while I
go and get your bottle ready ok?"
She left the room and went into the kitchen leaving me lying there on the
changing mat. It was a hot day and my bare back was starting to stick to it
so I sat up. Feeling curious I looked down at my nappy. I'd never seen a
disposable nappy before, let alone worn one, so I decided to examine it
closer. I touched it, running my fingers over the smooth plastic surface
which glistened in the sunlight coming in from the window. I was surprised
at how soft it felt, and how thick it was. I gave the nappy a squeeze and
was unable to feel my cock underneath. I pulled at the elastic legs and was
just able to slip a finger underneath. The shiny white plastic was creased
and bunched up around the leg elastic, and rustled loudly as I smoothed my
hands over it before snapping it back releasing a small puff of baby powder.
It amazed me how much nappy there was between my legs and under my bottom, a
huge thick mass of white shiny nappy. I spread my legs as far apart as I
could and ran my fingers over it. The overwhelming thing about wearing a
nappy is the inescapable sense of it being on you. With any underwear, be it
silky knickers or cotton pants, you loose the feeling of them within seconds
of putting them on. With a nappy, it yells out all the time that it's there,
it's unavoidable, the thickness of it between your legs, the constant
rustling when you move, the way the plastic slides against your skin, you
never for a second forget your wearing one.
  Miss Granger took a seat on the sofa and called me over, I got up and made
my way towards her, the bulkiness between my legs made me waddle awkwardly
as I went, I felt so humiliated knowing Miss Granger was watched me, as I
attempted to walk towards her, my nappy rustling and swaying from side to
side as I walked. She sat me on her lap and took out my dummy.
  "Mummy's got a nice bottle for you," She cooed. I shuffled awkwardly on
her lap trying to get comfortable, the thickness of the nappy squashed
against her legs as she tipped the bottle up and popped the rubber nipple
into my mouth. "Now drink all of this like a good baby." She said. Then she
placed one arm around my back for support and gently lowered me backwards so
I was almost lying down. I looked up at her smiling face as I began to suck
the milk from the bottle.
It was incredibly humiliating being fed, especially when her gaze was
unavoidable. Her face inches from mine, her painted fingernails wrapped
around the bottle that she was holding to my mouth, my nappy crinkling and
rustling as I wriggled around on her lap. Miss Granger waited patiently as I
slowly sucked away on the bottle, the milk seeming to take forever to go
down. As I continued to suckle, Miss Granger laid down a few rules for my
new status. I wasn't aloud to use the toilet, I had to use my nappy instead.
I wasn't aloud to speak, unless it was to ask for my nappy to be changed.
Basically I wasn't aloud to do anything myself, Miss Granger was going to
wash me, change me, dress me, and feed me. And she was aloud to spank me,
change my nappy and put me to bed at any time.
As the last of the milk disappeared she pulled the bottle from my mouth and
sat me back up on her lap, and without saying a word, picked up the dummy
and popped it back into my mouth. I must admit, all this attention and
mothering did make me feel quite `babyish' and I suddenly found myself
putting my arms around her for a cuddle. Miss Granger put her arms around me
and with her hand gently patted my bottom, making my nappy rustle even
louder. She also took the opportunity to have a probe with her finger,
gently slipped it under the leg of my nappy as if to feel if I was wet.
Strangely, even though I was deeply embarrassed and humiliated, the love and
attention I was getting made me feel safe and secure. The same feeling I got
whenever she spanked me. I felt contented, but also obedient. I felt that I
would do anything for her if she asked me, which looking back on it was
exactly what I was doing.
I was certainly `mixed up'. I had true feelings for Kirsty, but I also had a
strange fascination for Miss Granger, something that had been there from the
start, the same feelings that had brought me to her house in the first
place. I opened my eyes and caught her smiling at me.
  "I think I'd better put you to bed!" She said, "Babies get tired after a
bottle." She lifted me off of the sofa, and taking my hand in hers led me up
the stairs to my bedroom. Miss Granger went to the window and drew the
curtains, blocking out the gorgeous afternoon sun, giving the room a soft
warm glow. "Now, into bed young lady!" She ordered, as she pulled back the
covers. I hesitated. Going to bed at 2 o'clock in the afternoon just didn't
seem right. Miss Granger gave my heavily padded bottom a sharp slap. "C'mon
in you get, bedtime!" A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me as I slowly
climbed into bed, my nappy continuing to rustle as I slipped under the
covers.
  "I'll be back to check on you later," She said as she made her way out.
"And remember. No toilet!"
  "Miss?" I said, taking the dummy out of my mouth. "Can I take this out
now?"
  "No Samantha, leave it in please," she said. "I want you to be quiet and
stay in bed until I come back." And with that she closed the door and was
gone.
  I remember lying there sucking my dummy, wriggling around in bed trying to
get comfortable, the mass of padding under my bottom and between my legs
making it uncomfortable to lie on. My nappy was gradually becoming looser as
I wriggled around, so every time I moved I caught the scent of baby powder
coming from the gaps. Carefully I slipped my fingers under the top of my
nappy, lifted it up and peered inside, my cock was curled up inside like a
sleeping snake, covered in a thick dusting of powder.
  Looking back all these years later, it still amazes me that it didn't
register to me how totally and utterly bizarre this all was. I mean I knew
that I was living life a bit differently to other boys my age, but my God!
Wearing girl's clothes at sixteen, wearing nappies at seventeen? But at the
time it just felt like I was taking up a new hobby, Miss Granger had a sort
of strange hypnotic power over me and had this ability to get me to agree to
anything she wanted, and the strangest thing is... I enjoyed it. And yet
incredibly, being put back in nappies wasn't the last strange experience
Miss Granger had in store for me.
I must have laid there for quite a while listening to the happy sounds of
children playing outside in the afternoon sun before eventually falling to
sleep. I was probably only asleep for about five minutes though, before Miss
granger came back in. I suddenly felt the covers being lifted off of me and
opened my eyes to see her quietly sneaking a finger under the elastic of my
nappy. Still half asleep, Miss Granger gently got me up and stood me by the
bed. I stood there rubbing my eyes as she sat on the bed in front of me, her
face level with the top of my nappy, which was now all squashed out of shape
after my time in bed. Miss Granger still didn't say a word, she just sat
there and re-adjusted my nappy, pulling it back into shape and straightening
it. Then she put her arm around my waist and gently pulled me towards her
and sat me on her lap, gently took the dummy out of my mouth and placed it
on the bed next to her. When she turned back to me her face seemed very
serious, she looked into my eyes for a second before suddenly giving me a
short but gentle kiss on the lips. At first I thought it was a `motherly'
Kiss, and I responded in the usual way. But then she looked at me with a
kind of sexy stare, her eyes looking straight into mine, she moved her eyes
down to my lips, tilted her head slightly and kissed me again. I didn't know
what to do, I was in total shock, she was actually kissing me, I was so
surprised it took a while for my own lips to respond, but even then I didn't
know whether to respond in the same way. My lips were actually quivering and
I noticed that my heart was pounding erratically. Then I felt her hand rest
on my nappy between my legs, I broke away from her kiss and looked down to
see her hand caressing my nappy, the plastic rustling loudly as her slender
fingers slowly squeezed the bulge between my legs. Then her other hand
touched under my chin lifting my head up to hers as if impatient to continue
kissing, she then pulled me closer and kissed me long and hard. Her breath
was heavy as our lips slowly locked together, her hand between my legs
pressed down against my nappy, her fingers digging deep into the padding. I
responded by opening my legs as wide as they would go, I gasped as she
slipped her tongue into my mouth, crushing her lips against mine, then she
slipped her fingers under my nappy, I let out a stifled moan as she touched
my cock with her fingers. A wave of lust swept over me, as if I'd suddenly
been set free from a sexual cage, and I threw my arms around her as we began
to kiss feverishly, her tongue licking the inside of my mouth. I felt my
legs go weak as her tongue swirled and flicked. Then suddenly Miss Granger
broke away, pulling her tongue from my mouth, she looked down at my nappy
and quickly began to undo the tapes. Hurriedly she pulled my nappy open
freeing my stiff cock from it's plastic prison, slipped her fingers around
the shaft and slowly began to masturbate me. Her grip felt so controlled and
purposeful as if her only intension was to make me cum. I closed my eyes
letting the sensations wash over me. I suddenly felt something soft and wet
touch my lips and opened my eyes to see Miss Grangers face just inches from
mine. She parted my lips with the tip of her tongue and pushed it into my
mouth.
  There was no respite, Miss Granger's tongue was working hard, slipping and
squirming around in my mouth while her hand continued to masturbate me. She
pulled her tongue from my mouth and began to flick it across and under my
lips, lapping away at them, licking my mouth as if she was licking out
another woman's pussy. I began to moan with pleasure, letting the feelings
wash over me, her hand continuing it's relentless work on my aching cock, up
and down, up and down. She seemed focussed as if it was her mission, she
knew exactly how to bring me off and was not going to stop until she had.
Feeling the orgasm start it's journey, I began to whimper and wriggle my
legs, but still she continued. Then she made her tongue hard and pushed it
in and out of my mouth as if she were fucking my mouth with it. My lips
enclosed around it, sucking at her tongue as it slipped in and out. My
whimpering and moaning became louder as I felt the orgasm rise up through my
legs and around my whole body. Miss Granger could sense I was getting close
and quickened her rhythm, her tongue swirling and licking faster and more
intensely, her grip on my cock firm and steady as she brought me to a
shuddering climax. She kissed me long and hard as spurts of hot cum shot
from my reddening cock, her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace until
the orgasm slipped away leaving me panting and breathless.
  Exhausted, I rested my head on her shoulder for a few minutes to catch my
breath. I remained on her lap for quite a while just hugging, Miss Granger
gently rocking me as if trying to get me to sleep. After a while Miss
Granger reached down and pulled my nappy back up and re-sealed the tapes.
Then she lifted me off, laid me back down on the bed and pulled the covers
back over me. Then popped my dummy back in my mouth, got up and left the
room, just like that, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
  I lay there for quite a while staring at the ceiling trying to get my head
around what had just happened to me, the early evening sunshine was still
managing to penetrate some light through the bedroom curtains giving the
room a soft warm glow.   I felt quite guilty when I thought of Kirsty, not
just because of what had just happened, but the fact that I'd enjoyed it.
But it wasn't long before I had something to take my mind off of it... I
suddenly realized that I needed to pee. This was a whole new ball game,
wearing a nappy was one thing, wetting it was another, and although I knew I
couldn't outlast nature, I was certainly going to try. The trouble was, I
was just lying there in bed, I needed to be busy doing things in order to
stay the course. Luckily Miss Granger came to my aid.
  I was just a few minutes into my predicament, lying there wriggling my
legs about and trying to squeeze my cock with my fingers, (which wasn't easy
with the amount of padding around it) when she opened the door and took me
downstairs and sat me in front of the TV. I sat there watching cartoons for
a while, but the feelings became worse. I started to fidget and squirm as I
tried to fight the urge to pee, I tried to concentrate by wriggling my legs
together but the thickness of the nappy between them made doing that useless
and just made the nappy really noisy as the plastic rustled loudly with each
wriggle. I tried to squeeze my cock but I couldn't get a grip on it through
the padding. My determination turned into frustration as I became
increasingly aware that I was fighting a loosing battle. After a few more
minutes of wriggling my legs the feelings became stronger and stronger, a
couple of times I felt the pee work it's way to the end of my cock and I
managed to keep it at bay but it took a lot of concentration.
  "My you're certainly making a lot of noise in here." Said Miss Granger,
suddenly appearing from nowhere. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I'd been so
focussed I hadn't heard her come into the room. "What are you up to?" She
said, as she walked over to me. "Look at the state of you!" She continued.
"Look at your nappy, all out of shape, what have you been doing?" She knelt
down in front of me and began to pull my nappy about, straightening it and
tightening it up. "You haven't been trying to take this off have you?" She
said, pulling the dummy out of my mouth.
  "No Miss." I replied. She gave my nappy another pull, making it tight
around my waist, I breathed in through my teeth as her hand pressed against
my bladder, Miss Granger heard me and looked up.
  "Are you ok sweetie?" She said. I didn't answer, I was too busy
suppressing another surge of pee, wriggling and fidgeting my legs while she
knelt down in front of me. Suddenly Miss Granger got up.
  "Ahh, I think baby needs a wee doesn't she?" She said sarcastically,
standing over me with her hands on her hips. "I'd better get a nice new
nappy ready for you hadn't I?"
  "Can't I use the toilet Miss, please?" I said quickly, stopping her in her
tracks.
  "No Samantha," She replied. "You're to wet your nappy like a good little
girl, what's the point in treating you like a baby and putting you in
nappies if you're not going to use them," She said sternly. "Now I'm going
to run you a nice warm bath, then you can have another bottle and a fresh
nappy before bed. So I want you to be wet by the time I come back ok?" And
she left the room and went upstairs.
I turned to look at the TV, trying to squeeze my cock through the nappy as
Scooby Do and Shaggy were running away from an unlikely ghost, and sadly
realized that I was just avoiding the inevitable. So finally I had to admit
defeat and give in. I relaxed my body totally, letting my arms and legs go
limp and waited.    At first nothing happened, and I had a couple of seconds
where I thought that perhaps I had beaten it, but then I felt another surge
pulse through me and this time there was no stopping it. I felt the pee work
it's way back up my cock as I relaxed, and I actually caught myself sighing
with relief as I felt it gush out of me like warm water escaping from a dam.
My nappy rustled softly as it began to stretch, soaking up my warm pee. I
looked down and saw the nappy gradually turning yellow, felt the warmth as
it soaked up more and more, the bulge between my legs becoming solid and
quite firm. I could feel a small dribble of pee run down between my butt
cheeks, the nappy obviously becoming heavily saturated as it continued to
gush out of me. This sensation was totally alien to me, considering that all
my life since I was out of nappies I'd never once wet myself, let alone been
told to. It's a really unusual feeling not to be standing over a toilet as
you pee, no echoing sound of splashing water, no looking down and seeing it
flush away. I looked down worriedly, checking to see if my nappy had leaked
and stood up to examine the sofa. My nappy felt really different, it sagged
and felt a lot heavier, the weight of it making it hang lower around my
waist as I stood there examining it. I touched the bulge between my legs, it
was really warm and solid, and didn't puff back into shape when I squeezed
it. I could feel the dampness but I wasn't soaked through which surprised me
considering how much pee had gushed out of me. It felt unusually warm
against the insides of my legs, the thick bulge of padding underneath me
hung down solid and heavy, pulling my nappy down lower around my waist.
Just then Miss Granger came back in, I felt a pang of guilt at having wet
myself, I felt as though I had been caught doing something really naughty.
After all the different experiences Miss Granger had put me through those
past months, I had never felt as humiliated as I did just then, being free
to pee whenever you need to and not needing to ask is a fundamental sign
that you're a free person, a grown up, something you take for granted. Being
made to wet yourself and having someone change your nappy takes all that
freedom away, it's the ultimate act of domination and control, and is the
most embarrassing experience in the world.  Miss Granger walked over to me
and placed her hand against my bottom and then slipped her finger underneath
the elastic.
  "Ooh, you are wet aren't you?" She said. I felt close to tears as she took
my hand and led me over to the changing mat, my heavily soaked nappy swaying
from side to side as I waddled over and sat down on it, the warm hard
padding of my nappy squashed under me. Miss Granger knelt down beside me her
face level with mine and with a smile popped a yellow dummy into my mouth.
Just as the rubber nipple slipped between my lips and into my mouth the
humiliation became too much and I actually started to cry. "There, there,"
She cooed. "Now lie back and let mummy take this nasty wet nappy off." Tears
began to run from my eyes as she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently
pushed me back so I was lying down, then moved down to my wet nappy and
proceeded to change me. She ripped open the sticky tapes of my heavily
soaked nappy, lifted my bottom and pulled it from under me. The air felt
cool against my skin as I lay there naked and exposed on the mat. Miss
Granger took a baby wipe and carefully and gently began to clean me up with
it, wiping away the moisture from between my legs and around my cock. Still
crying, I screwed my eyes tight shut trying to block out the humiliation as
Miss Granger lifted my legs and began to wipe my bottom with a fresh baby
wipe, slipping it deep between my cheeks and over my balls. That done, she
took my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position, then lifted me up
and led me upstairs and into the bathroom.
  It felt strange being washed by an adult, having done it myself for so
many years. Miss Granger seemed oblivious to it and washed me thoroughly and
with no fuss and bother. Once out of the bath she dried me and took me
downstairs and back into the living room where she sat me on the sofa and
went into the kitchen to get me a bottle. I felt really self-conscious as I
sat there naked, waiting for her to come back. It seems strange to say it,
but I felt more embarrassed being naked in front of her than I did wearing a
nappy. I felt myself going red in the face as she came in with my bottle and
proceeded to sit me on her lap. I tried to cover myself up but it was
impossible. She brought the bottle up to my lips and I reluctantly let her
push the nipple between them and into my mouth. She looked down at me and
smiled as she started to feed me. I looked into her eyes as I sucked on the
bottle and I suddenly remembered about earlier when we were kissing, and the
more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to kiss me again. I felt
myself looking away with embarrassment at the thought of her lips against
mine, but also noticed that I was starting to get aroused. Being fed with a
baby's bottle while sitting naked on her lap wasn't the best time to get a
`hard on', but I couldn't get the memories of earlier out of my head.
The thing was, ever since that morning when my `babyfication' had started,
my feelings for Miss Granger had changed. Our relationship had started as
teacher/pupil, then become mother/daughter. She had always been dominant
towards me, but ever since the afternoon's antics in the bedroom I found
that my feelings towards her had grown. In making me her baby, she had
become my provider, I was totally dependant on her for everything and that
now included my sexual needs.
  Miss Granger continued to feed me, totally ignoring my cock which was
standing up proudly to attention as the last few drops of milk disappeared.
After I had finished, she led me over to the changing mat and sat me down on
it. I laid down and spread my legs wide, hoping she would masturbate me
again, but then I heard the familiar jangling of her bangles a she began to
shake the baby powder over me. I wanted her to touch me so badly I spread my
legs as wide as I could, but my invitation was ignored as she opened up a
fresh nappy, placed it underneath me, pulled it up tightly between my legs
and fastened up the tapes. I was just about to sit up when Miss granger
stopped me, she gently pressed my shoulders back down onto the mat saying,
  "Hold on, Mummy's not finished with you yet!" I lay there on the mat
looking up at the ceiling confused. I'd just had a nappy change, what else
was there? My question was answered by the swishing sound of soft plastic, I
looked down to see Miss Granger holding a pair of canary yellow see-through
baby pants, she shook them out opening them up and then began to slip my
feet into the leg holes. The plastic felt cold against my skin as she slowly
eased them up my legs, stretching them over my fresh new nappy before
letting go of the elastic with a snap. "There," She cooed. "That should keep
you nice and dry for tonight!" I felt really ashamed and embarrassed as she
lifted me up off of the changing mat, led me out of the room and took me up
the stairs to bed. I protested that I didn't want to go to bed this early,
but Miss Granger ignored me, pulling me up the stairs, my nappy rustling
loudly as I followed. Without saying a word she put me back into bed and
pulled the covers over me, popped a dummy into my mouth, turned out the
light and left the room.
  I lay my head down on the pillow, looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I
couldn't keep up with this. It was all happening too fast for me. Dressed in
nappies, put to bed, out of bed, bottle feeds, back to bed, my head was in a
spin. As I lay there sucking my dummy, my cock still pressing up hard
against the inside of my nappy, I really felt beaten. I felt that my life
was totally out of my control, Miss Granger was pulling all the strings and
I had no option but to follow, and as I was yet to find out, Miss Granger
still had other things in store for me.
  It must have been around two o'clock in the morning when Miss Granger came
into my room. I was woken up from a deep sleep when she turned on the light
and walked over to my bed. I squinted at the sudden light in my eyes as she
leant over me and pulled off the covers, the sudden cold making me curl up.
I grumbled irritably under my breath as Miss Granger began pulling at my
plastic pants, tugging them down over my nappy and down to my knees where
she left them. Then she quickly and methodically unfastened the tapes of my
nappy and proceeded to pull it from under me, I couldn't believe I was
having a nappy change in the middle of the night and groaned with
displeasure as my nappy was pulled away. Then to my surprise Miss Granger
stood me up next to my bed and sat herself down, and with her head right
next to my tummy began to pull my plastic pants back up. I stood there still
half asleep while Miss Granger pulled them up and smoothed out the plastic
over my bottom with her hand. Then she took my hands and pulled me forward
over her lap, and I suddenly realized with horror that she was going to
spank me. Before I had time to protest her hand came down hard with a
resounding `SLAP!!' onto my plastic covered bottom. My legs kicked out in
pain as she began to reign stinging blows down onto me, `SLAP'...    `SLAP'...
  `SLAP'...   Again and again without pause her hand came down hard, the
plastic pants I was wearing giving the slapping sounds more resonance. I
wriggled hard trying to escape off of her lap but she held me down tight and
continued to spank me.
  On and on it went, my eyes filled with tears as I started to cry, the pain
and the feelings of humiliation and utter control swept over me. With my
voice shaking I begged her to stop but my pleas were ignored as the spanking
continued. She was like a robot, emotionless and unstoppable. I wriggled and
squirmed harder as the pain intensified, I kicked my legs out trying
desperately to wriggle free, but Miss Granger's grip around my waist
tightened and she began to spank me even harder. `SLAP'...    `SLAP'...
`SLAP'...    Still she continued, this was the longest spanking I'd ever had,
my bottom became so numb that after a while the sharp stinging pain began to
lessen. And then to my great surprise I noticed that I had a huge `hard-on'.
Here I was stretched across Miss Granger's lap in the early hours of the
morning having the spanking of my life, and it was turning me on! I couldn't
believe it.
  Eventually, after what seemed an eternity the spanking stopped. Miss
Granger gave out a short puff of air as if she'd just finished running the
hundred metres, and then reached down for a pot of soothing cream. She
hooked her fingers under my plastic pants and began to pull them down to get
at my bottom, but the elastic around the front snagged on my rock hard cock,
she pulled harder but they wouldn't budge. She then stood me up and without
saying a word pulled the plastic pants up and over my cock, which then
sprang up within inches from Miss Granger's face. I felt my own face glowing
red with embarrassment as she continued to slip the plastic pants down my
legs to my knees. The soothing cream felt really cold against my stinging
bottom as her hand gently caressed me, covering my skin in goose bumps. The
last few tears ran down my face as she finished applying the cream and
gently laid me back down onto the bed. She then popped a dummy back into my
mouth and reached round for another nappy. She then took hold of my ankles
and lifted them up, placing the fresh nappy underneath my stinging bottom,
she pulled it up between my legs, tightened up the tapes and then pulled my
plastic pants back up and over my nappy, and without saying a word, pulled
the covers back over me, walked over to the door, switched off the light and
left the room.
  Now you may well think, as I did, that my life at Miss Granger's house
seemed pretty one-sided. Things seemed to be more focussed towards
punishments than anything else, and certainly it seemed that way to me. But
little did I know that the following day was to be a day I'll never forget.
  The day started off quite normally. Miss granger got me out of bed and led
me downstairs for breakfast, (which she insisted on feeding to me). Then she
sat me on her lap and fed me a bottle taking the opportunity to tell me that
she was taking me with her to a friends house for the day, where I was going
to be introduced to some of her closest friends. Apparently they had
requested to see me after Miss Granger had told them all about my `Baby
regime'. I must admit, the thought of leaving the house dressed in nappies
was bad enough, but the thought of being seen by her friends filled me with
dread.
  I felt nervous all morning, I'd felt nervous the first time I left the
house dressed as a girl but this was different, back then with kirsty
holding my hand I'd felt nervous but excited, this time though as Miss
Granger put a very short skirt on me which clearly showed my bulging nappy
underneath I was filled with dread. Miss Granger put a t-shirt on me and
then some pink socks and sandals before grabbing a large bag from the hall
and opening the front door.
  "Come on young lady!" She said, holding out her hand towards me with an
impatient look on her face. "We don't want to be late." I stood there
hesitating, the mid morning sun was pouring in through the open front door
inviting in a nice warm breeze but my feet just wouldn't move. Miss Granger
dropped the large bag she was holding and looked at me sternly, "Samantha,
if you don't hurry up I'll undress you and you can leave the house in just
your nappy!" Reluctantly I made my way outside and stood by the car. The
warm sun was beating down on me as I stood there pulling my skirt down
trying to conceal my nappy, which was shinning yellow underneath my plastic
baby pants. Miss granger teasingly took her time locking up the house before
unlocking the car for me, and after what seemed an eternity we were on our
way.
  About fifteen minutes into our journey I started to feel like I needed to
pee, I felt my face flush with colour at the thought of enduring a nappy
change away from the sanctuary of the house. I found myself beginning to
wriggle my legs and squirm about in my seat as Miss Granger drove along in
the traffic. She must have noticed me because as we came to a stop at a set
of traffic lights, she leaned over, pulled the hem of my skirt up exposing
my nappy to full view, reached under my baby pants and slipped a couple of
fingers under the elastic leg of my nappy.
  "Does baby need to go?" She asked. I didn't satisfy her with an answer,
but just stared red faced out of the window hoping no one could see me in my
nappy. The lights went green and as we pulled away I remember the seatbelt
tightening across my tummy, pressing down on my bladder making me squirm in
my seat. Without thinking I tried to squeeze my cock with my fingers but the
mass of padding around it made it impossible.
  Miss Granger placed her hand on my bulging nappy, making the plastic pants
rustle softly as she ran her fingers over it. "Don't fight it sweetie," She
said. "Make yourself nice and wet, I'll get Angela to change your nappy when
we get there, the girls can't wait to make a fuss over you." A hot wave of
humiliation washed over me at the sound of those words, and yet, deep down
something stirred inside me at the thought of being `fussed' over by a group
of women. As the car sped along out into the country, little did I know that
I was being whisked towards the greatest sexual experience of my life.
  As the journey continued my mind was racing, what was going to happen to
me? I wanted to ask Miss Granger but another surge ran through my bladder
and I realized that I could hold on no longer. I wriggled and squirmed
uncomfortably in my seat as the warm pee gushed out of me, I turned my face
away from Miss Granger as my nappy began to rustle and swell, hoping she
wouldn't notice, but with my nappy in full view and the fact that Miss
Granger was resting her hand on my plastic pants as she drove, I realized
that that was an unrealistic hope.
  I continued to squirm in my seat, my nappy growing warmer and harder as
the last drops of pee soaked into it.
  "Good Girl," She said, squeezing the nappy with her fingers. "It isn't far
now, you'll have a nice fresh nappy put on you when we get there." Still
facing the window I fought the urge not to cry.
  After a few more minutes, Miss Granger pulled the car up in front of two
huge stone pillars with wrought iron gates that slowly opened when Miss
Granger punched in a key code. The driveway was very long with miles of
emerald green fields stretching out into the distance on either side,
finally ending at a fairly large house. It was really nice and quite
secluded, there were a few cars parked in front of the house and as we
parked up I felt a `flutter' of nerves as I wondered what the day had in
store.
  I sat there staring up at the house as Miss Granger came round and opened
the passenger door. She reached in and unbuckled my seatbelt letting me out
of the car. I remember pulling my skirt down in a vain attempt to hide my
bulging nappy, (which felt heavy and warm now that It was wet), but it was
impossible to hide due to the shortness of my skirt and the fact that my
nappy was sagging with the extra weight. Then suddenly a woman came out to
meet us, she seemed quite a bit younger than Miss Granger and looked very
pretty with long straight blonde hair, she was quite slim, and had a very
feminine way about her. She greeted Miss Granger and then turned her
attention to me.
  "And you must be Samantha." She said, smiling broadly at me. I felt my
face glow bright red as she looked me up and down with interest.
  "Angela!" Said Miss Granger as she lifted a heavy bag from the boot.
"Unfortunately Samantha had a little accident on the way, would you change
her nappy for me while I meet the girls and get ready?"
  "Of course." She said, turning to look at me with a huge smile on her
face. I stood there dumbstruck, wishing that the ground would swallow me up.
Miss Granger handed Angela a fresh new nappy from the bag and closed the
boot. I was close to tears as Angela took my hand and led me into the house.
Once inside I was introduced to two other women, Penny and Sasha. They were
all about the same age as Miss Granger and smiled sweetly at me when Angela
introduced me, all the while holding my hand tightly in hers and to heighten
my mounting humiliation was visibly holding the new nappy in the other.
  "Okay then," She said as the introductions were done. "Let's get you out
of this nasty wet nappy."
  I was taken up to a little bedroom at the top of the house, my nappy hung
down ever lower between my legs as I climbed the stairs giving me a very
pronounced `waddle'.
  Once inside, Angela led me over to the bed and immediately began to
undress me. She raised my hands in the air, pulled my top up over my head
and placed it on the bed. Then she reached around my waist, unfastened my
skirt and placed it neatly next to my top. I stood there in just my nappy on
the verge of tears and watched her bend down and remove my sandals and
socks. Once off, Angela then patted the duvet with her hand and told me to
lie down on the bed, feeling her pretty eyes watching me with interest I
awkwardly climbed onto the bed and stretched myself out, resting on my
elbows.
  Angela then told me to suck my thumb. I looked up at her pretty face,
pleading with her not to humiliate me further.
  "Lie down and put your thumb in your mouth please," She said commandingly.
"I want you to suck your thumb and watch me while I change your nappy!"
Reluctantly I put my thumb in my mouth and began to suck on it. Angela then
gently pushed me down onto the bed, my head coming to rest on a soft pillow.
I looked down to see her reach forward and slip her slender fingers under
the waist of my plastic baby pants, my body jerked as she tugged them,
peeling them off of me, the plastic making a soft `swishing' noise as it
slid across my disposable nappy, which became shiny white again as the
yellow see-through pants were pulled down over it. Angela's beautifully
straight blonde hair flopped down onto my nappy as she continued to pull the
plastic pants down my legs, I could feel the soft plastic against my bare
feet as she pulled them off of me before turning her attention to my nappy.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, she gave me a smile, and, as if going to
open a daintily wrapped present, gingerly pulled at the sticky tapes of my
nappy, one side, then the other. I find it hard to describe how much
humiliation and shame I felt, as the tapes were gently ripped open. Knowing
that any moment my nakedness would be displayed right in front of a pretty
stranger, a young woman who was examining my seventeen year old body,
dressed like a baby in nappies, helpless, dependant, a doll to be dressed
and played with by total strangers, a boy suspended in babyhood, not even
aloud to use the toilet, having to have everything done for him, it was all
too much. As Angela gently pulled open my wet nappy, exposing my nakedness
to the air, I turned my head to one side and closed my eyes trying to block
out the horror of the situation. Tears welled up in my eyes as Angela gently
raised my knees and parted my legs in readiness to remove my sodden nappy.
Instinctively I arched my back, lifting my bottom clear of the bed as she
pulled the nappy from under me. I lay there for a few seconds, the cool air
fresh against my naked skin, then suddenly I felt the touch of a soft moist
baby wipe between my legs and around my cock, and opened my eyes to see
Angela smiling down at me.
  "There," She cooed, "That feels better doesn't it? Babies love having
their nappy changed." I squirmed awkwardly as she continued to wipe all
around my nether regions, all the while smiling down at me. Then suddenly
she stopped wiping and very gently began to run her fingers up and down my
cock, teasing it stroking it, I closed my eyes to avoid her gaze as she
slowly began to squeeze and manipulate my fast growing cock. As soon as it
grew hard she enclosed her slender fingers around the shaft and gently
started to masturbate me.
"Now then Samantha," She said, her voice a bit more authoritative. "Once
I've put a fresh nappy on you, I want you to lie here quietly while I go and
get dressed, then we'll come and get you when we're ready, Okay?" I stopped
sucking my thumb and said,
  "What's going to happen Miss?" my voice shaking slightly as she continued
to masturbate me.
  "Well, every few weeks we all get together here at my house and spend a
day playing with each other," She said.  I looked up not really knowing what
to say as her fingers continued their caress. "Miss Granger told us about
you and we decided that we would like to play with you." There was a pause,
before she said, "You know what we mean by `play' don't you Samantha?"

I must have laid there for about an hour after Angela had left. She had put
a fresh nappy on me and instructed me to lie there and wait for her return.
So I lay there, alone, just staring at the ceiling. It was too hot to sleep
despite having nothing on but a clean disposable nappy. The midday sun was
pouring in through the open window, a soft warm breeze made the curtains
gently sway in and out like shallow waves in a sea of cotton. Then suddenly
the door opened and Miss Granger came in. What she was wearing made my jaw
drop. She had on a black figure- hugging corset, shiny black panties with
black stockings and suspenders, patent leather stiletto's, and her face
looked gorgeous with expertly applied make-up. She came over to me, took my
hand, pulled me up and led me out of the room, my nappy rustled loudly as I
followed her along the landing towards another bedroom door.

  The sight that greeted me as we entered the room I will never forget for
as long as I live. The room was huge, there was an enormous four-poster bed
along the right hand wall. In the middle of the room standing on a padded
foot stool was Penny, She was dressed completely in white lingerie,
stockings, panties etc, her arms were raised behind her head because she had
her wrists manacled to two chains that were connected to the ceiling.
Standing behind Penny was Angela, dressed in a tight PVC nurses outfit,
complete with white fishnet stockings and thigh high shiny white PVC boots.
  On the other side of the foot stool, standing in front of Penny was Sasha,
she was wearing a pink latex mini dress with clear Perspex stiletto's, both
women seemed to be in the process of undressing penny who remained on the
stool, helpless and manacled. Angela reached forward and unclipped Penny's
bra, as it sprang undone, Sasha slipped it off of her shoulders and dropped
the bra on the floor. Both women then advanced, Sasha immediately cupped
Penny's naked breasts and began to kiss and lick them. Angela placed her
hands around Penny's waist slipping her fingers under her white suspender
belt, leaned forward and started nibbling and kissing Penny's slender neck.
  Still holding my hand, Miss Granger led me over to the far end of the room
where there was an enormous mirror wall.
  "Now let's get you ready," She said, sliding open one of the mirrors.
"What would you like to wear?" Inside was a long row of assorted outfits on
hangers, all different colours and materials. "Have you ever worn rubber?"
Miss Granger asked, pulling out a shiny black latex miniskirt. I shook my
head and gazed at it in wonder. "It's wonderful," She continued. "The way it
clings to you like a second skin, so smooth and stretchy." She was obviously
quite passionate about it, she was running her fingers over it, stretching
and caressing it.  She offered it to me to touch, It felt so smooth, almost
like liquid in my hands. "Your bum would feel nice wrapped in this." She
said, looking down at me with a look of hunger in her eyes.
But something had caught my eye, I reached forward and pulled out a white
rubber skirt and top, the skirt was the shortest one I'd ever seen, it had a
tight waist band but immediately pleated out, leaving whatever you were
wearing underneath almost completely in view. The top was a corset style and
felt incredibly smooth and clingy.
  "There are some sexy little panties that go with that." Came a voice from
behind me. I looked round to see Angela pulling out a draw full of assorted
knickers. She pulled out a pair of white rubber panties that were quite
skimpy and very glossy. "There's a suspender belt as well if you want to
wear stockings." Angela continued.
  "Samantha loves wearing stockings," Said Miss Granger beside me. "She has
perfect legs for them too."
  "Okay then," Replied Angela. "Stockings it is." And with that she began to
rummage around in another draw.
  "But before you get dressed you need some make-up don't you." Explained
Miss Granger, and she guided me over to a dressing table. My nappy rustled
loudly as she sat me down on a little padded seat in front of a brightly lit
mirror.

  The room suddenly became a buzz of excitement. Angela and Miss granger
were sorting out my outfit. Angela was looking through pairs of white
stockings, she was fishing out lots of pairs and was busy slipping her hands
into them, checking them for runs. Miss granger was neatly laying out the
rubber outfit on the bed. Sasha had released Penny from her bonds and was
now placing items of make-up on the dressing table in front of me, while
penny stood behind me, still topless, gently stroking my hair.
  Sasha then knelt down in front of me and proceeded to do my make-up, she
took great care over it, curling my eye- lashes with thick black mascara,
expertly shadowing my eyes with shades of smoky grey, all the while penny
was gently stroking my hair, her naked breasts just inches above my head.
  As I sat there on the stool I started to take in for the first time what
exactly what was going on. Here I was, surrounded by scantily clad women who
were `preparing' me for their own pleasures. As this realization hit home I
felt a huge wave of excitement build up inside me and I found myself
beginning to shake slightly as the time got steadily nearer, my cock
immediately sprang up at the thought of what was happening, it swelled up
hot and throbbing inside my nappy as Sasha untwisted the top off of a bottle
of thick shiny pink lip-gloss. My heart began to pound as she reached
forward and gently touched my lips with the small lip-gloss brush, coating
them in a thick gooey layer.
Once my make-up was finished I was stood up and led over to the padded
footstool with the manacles hanging above, swaying slightly.
   "Now stand up here Samantha," Said Angela guiding me onto the stool. "And
we'll get you dressed."
  I balanced myself on the stool as the women busily went to work on me.
Penny began to rub baby oil all over my upper body,
  "This makes it easier to dress when you wear rubber," She said, pouring
more baby lotion onto her hands.
  Just then I felt the tapes of my nappy being pulled undone, and looked
down to see Angela pulling it off of me and passing it to Sasha.
  "I think Samantha looks really cute in her nappy." Said Sasha, as she
stood there squeezing and caressing my nappy in her fingers.
  "Yes," Replied Angela. "And she's going to look gorgeous in rubber too."
Miss Granger then came over with the rubber top I had chosen and helped
Penny put it on me. It felt totally amazing as it slowly slipped down my
body, enwrapping me like a second skin. It was so smooth and shiny and
hugged me tightly as if I was wrapped in cling film. My cock was throbbing
and twitching with anticipation as Penny and Miss granger made some final
adjustments, running their fingers over the surface of the shiny white latex
and pulling it into place.
  Then to my surprise, they gently took my wrists, lifted them up high and
locked them into the manacles that were hanging from the ceiling, leaving me
utterly helpless and vulnerable as all four women carried on dressing me.
  While my wrists were being locked into the manacles, Penny had begun to
apply baby lotion all around my midriff, her warm oily hands slipping and
sliding around my bottom and between my legs, while Sasha stood there with
the rest of my outfit.
Once Penny had finished oiling me up, Angela stepped forward and placed the
rubber suspender belt around my waist and clipped it into position, the
little rubber strips dangled down against my legs in readiness for the
stockings.
I looked down hungrily at the skimpy rubber panties Sasha was holding, I was
impatient to wear them, to feel them hug me and cling to me. The latex was
quite thin and had been polished up to make them shiny and glossy. Angela
took them from her and placed them at my feet, I excitedly raised each foot
in turn and stepped into them, I squeezed my legs tightly together and
looked down excitedly as Angela slowly eased them up my legs, but before
they were pulled all the way up, Angela took hold of my rigid cock and
carefully pushed it through a hole in the front of the panties, Angela
looked up at the quizzical look on my face.
  "This is so we can get at you without slipping your panties off." She said
with a wry smile, "There's a slit at the back as well for the same reason."
The stretchy rubber panties shone white and glossy in the bright light as
Angela pulled them up over my oiled bottom, I stood there manacled and
helpless on the padded stool, my rock hard cock pushing up through the hole
in the front as my panties were pulled into place.
I hardly had time to get used to the feeling of them before the little
pleated miniskirt was put on me. It fitted snugly around my waist covering
my suspender belt, the shiny latex pleats hung down so short it barely
covered my ass.
I squirmed and wriggled as I stood there on the stool, my wrists locked
above my head in the manacles, aching to touch my rubber outfit, to run my
hands over the shiny latex and to feel it stretched tight across my skin.
I looked down to see Angela and Sasha holding a sheer white stocking each,
they were gathering them up in preparation for unrolling them up my legs.
Instinctively I raised my feet one at a time and watched as my legs were
slowly encased in sheer white shiny nylon. They were brought right up to the
top of my thighs and carefully connected to the ends of my suspender belt,
which hung down below the hem of my miniskirt. I stood there, fully dressed,
chained and vulnerable, easy prey for four women with lust on their minds
and hunger in their eyes.
I stood there on the stool wriggling against my bonds, desperate to touch
myself. Angela decided that she wanted to put some sexy boots on my feet,
and took Miss Granger off with her to find some. Penny and Sasha sidled up
to me and began to inspect me, saying how nice I looked.
  Penny lifted up the hem of my tiny skirt and ran her fingers across the
shiny rubber stretched tight across my bottom.
  "Ooh, this feels nice," She said, giving my bottom a little pat.
  "I like her legs," Said Sasha, as she slid her hands down my stockings. "I
love women in stockings." And with that she took penny's hands, pulled her
forward and kissed her full on the lips right in front of me. They kissed
slowly and delicately, their hands slipping around each other like snakes.
After a while Sasha broke away and led Penny over to the bed, she gently
pushed her down onto it, slowly climbed on top of her and began to kiss her
naked breasts. I stood there transfixed as they writhed around on the bed,
kissing and caressing each other.
  It wasn't long before Angela and Miss Granger returned. Angela was
carrying a pair of white patent leather ankle boots for me to wear. Miss
Granger reached up and unchained my wrists and helped me off of the stool. I
looked over at the bed as Angela buckled up the boots on my feet, Sasha had
her face buried between Penny's legs, Penny's eyes were closed and her head
was rolling from side to side as Sasha licked and kissed her pussy.
  I was so transfixed on the two women on the bed I didn't notice that
Angela had started to kiss my legs. She was kneeling on the floor in front
of me, kissing her way up my legs, and was almost to the top of my stockings
by the time I noticed. Her hands were gently gripping my legs as she reached
my stocking tops and began to kiss my inner thigh, her head resting against
my cock which was erect and pointing skyward.
  Just then I felt a finger probing my bottom through the slit in the back
of my panties. Miss Granger was sitting on the stool behind me and was
probing and inspecting me with her finger, she poked her finger into my
bottom just as Angela took my swollen cock in her mouth. I gasped out loud
as her warm soft lips enclosed around it, her tongue licking and swirling
like an eel. I felt my knees go week as Miss Granger gently pushed her
finger deeper into me, and Angela's lips slid further down my shaft.
  The noises I was making must have attracted Penny and Sasha, because they
broke apart and came over to join in. My heart was pounding so hard it was
making my chest pulse. My breathing became heavy as all four women stood
around me. Angela was now licking the under side of my cock, Penny was
kneeling next to her, running her fingers up and down my sheer stockings and
commenting on how smooth they felt. Sasha stood behind me, her hands
caressing my latex top while she gently kissed my neck, which sent shivers
down my spine. Miss Granger was now inserting a second finger into my bottom
with the help of what must have been some sort of lubricant.
  Sasha then came around to face me, her pink rubber mini dress shining with
a high gloss as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips,
instinctively I placed my hands on her waist, slipping them round her back
as we kissed. The latex under my fingers was so smooth, almost like liquid,
it hugged her like a second skin. I gasped again as she slipped her tongue
into my mouth, it tasted strange, kind of salty, and I moaned with pleasure
as I realized where it came from.
  We continued kissing for a quite a while, our tongues slowly and
rhythmically slipping and wriggling inside each other's mouths, it was
incredibly sensual. Miss Granger was now slowly frigging me, making my body
jerk slightly as she pushed her fingers in and out of my bottom. Angela on
the other hand seemed to be totally infatuated with my cock, her fingers
tightly wrapped around it she was licking and sucking on it greedily, making
sure in the process that she didn't make me cum by skilfully toying with it,
not sucking me off but licking and kissing, sucking on it only for a few
seconds at a time. This had an incredible effect on me, I was so overcome
with the sensations I was feeling, and the realization of what I was
experiencing, I found myself getting a bit light headed, as if I was
floating in a dream. Maybe I was hyperventilating I can't remember, but
whatever it was it showed no sign of abating. Whatever the girls had in
store for me, they were no way near finished with me yet.
  My senses came drifting back into focus when Sasha suddenly pulled away
from me, her tongue slipping gently through my lips leaving a little string
of glistening spittle. I hadn't realized it, but all four women had stopped
what they were doing and were now slowly guiding me towards the bed.
  I don't really know how I got there, but the next thing I remember I was
astride Sasha on `all fours' on the bed, licking her breasts through the
rubber that enveloped them. The rubber was so smooth it was like licking a
party balloon, smooth stretched rubber wrapped around young pert breasts. My
knees buried themselves into the bedding as I continued to lick and kiss
Sasha's breasts. Angela had somehow managed to lie underneath me to continue
treating my cock as a lollypop, while miss granger had spread my legs wide
apart, and was now inserting a vibrator into my raised bottom, I could feel
the hardness of it as it was slowly inched deeper and deeper inside me.
  I moaned with pleasure as Miss Granger began to rotate it, I looked up
from Sasha's breasts to see Penny crawl up to Sasha and start to kiss her,
their pink glossy lips pressed against each other, I moved up to join in,
and we took it in turns to kiss and be kissed, all the while Angela was
still toying with my cock. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy
breathing and sighs of rapture, little moans of pleasure and sounds of
kissing and licking, it was an orchestra of sexual activity, and I was right
in the middle of it.
  What amazed me was the way they would all change position as though this
was all rehearsed, they all seemed to know what to do next. Miss Granger
left the dildo inside me and was now sucking on my cock where Angela had
been. Angela was now kissing Sasha's naked breasts having pulled the latex
top down to reveal them, she was cupping them in her hand and licking
Sasha's erect nipples. Sasha closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as I
joined in, placing my lips over her nipple and slipping my tongue over it,
Then her sighs became muffled moans as Penny kissed her once more, slipping
her tongue into her mouth and crushing her lips against hers.
  A short while later, after everyone had changed positions again a couple
of times, everyone decided to concentrate all their attention to my bottom,
and in particular the dildo that was still inside it. I was still on my
hands and knees on the bed, my bottom sticking up high in the air, although
I had somehow progressed up towards the pillow end because I remember I
reached up and took hold of the upright posts of the bed as my dildo was
slowly removed. There were lots of `cooing' and muttering as it was gently
pulled free, immediately replaced by fingers rubbing and probing. Then I
felt my skirt being removed, and hands slipping over and around my bottom,
squeaking against the rubber stretched tight across my bum cheeks. I could
feel the rubber strips of my suspender belt pressing against my upper thighs
as my legs were spread wider. I heard someone comment on the red marks made
by my spanking session the night before.
  "Samantha likes it when I spank her." Said Miss Granger as she continued
to examine my bottom.
  "You haven't spanked me for a while Tina." Said Penny eagerly.
Miss Granger suddenly pulled her finger from my bottom and slipped it into
Penny's mouth making her moan with pleasure, and without saying a word took
Penny's hand and led her over to the chair by the dressing table. Then, just
as I was watching Penny spread herself across Miss Grangers lap, I felt my
body being slowly flipped over onto my back, Sasha was kneeling over me on
all fours, her beautiful hair draped across my chest. I moved my gaze from
Penny to see Angela kneel behind Sasha and insert a strap-on dildo into her
pussy from behind. Sasha's eyes sparkled as Angela slowly pushed the dildo
deeper into her. Sasha reached down and took my cock in her mouth and began
to greedily suck on it, her body rocking backwards and forwards as Angela
began to fuck her. I turned my head just in time to see Miss Granger start
to spank Penny, her stockinged legs kicking out as hard stinging slaps
reigned down onto her pert bottom.

Sasha continued to suck and lick my cock as I watched Penny being spanked. I
was staring transfixed as Miss Granger's hand repeatedly came down hard,
filling the room with sharp slapping sounds. And as I watched, I realized
that this is what it must have looked like when I had been spanked all those
weeks ago the night before the holiday. My legs wrapped in white stockings
kicking out in pain, Miss Granger's hand raised high in the air poised for
another slap, her face full of concentration, looking down at my bottom, her
other hand pressing down on my back, holding me down like a trapped animal
as I struggled and squirmed to get free. Suddenly a hot rush of tingles
pulsed through my body as I lay there staring at the scene before me, I
looked down to see Sasha sliding her wet tongue up the shaft of my cock, and
another pulse raced through my body, making me moan softly as my back arched
and my body twitched. Sasha seemed to realize that I was close to orgasm and
immediately withdrew her tongue from me.
  "Huh huh, not yet," She said teasingly. I laid my head down on the bed
again and sighed with disappointment, I was aching to cum.

My chance arrived when Penny and Miss Granger had come back to the bed, with
penny nursing her sore bottom. Angela pulled the strap-on dildo out of
Sasha's dripping pussy and invited me to fuck her myself. Miss Granger and
Angela helped guide me in, while Sasha widened her legs allowing me to get
closer, her pussy felt warm and slippery as my cock slowly disappeared into
it. Sasha, who was still on all fours, now had Angela kneeling in front of
her, pushing the still wet strap-on into her mouth. Then suddenly Miss
Granger appeared next to me on the bed, she was laying down on it, pulling
Penny down on top of her, they were kissing passionately, their lips locked
together as they fell onto the bed next to me, Miss Granger was pulling at
Penny's flimsy knickers and slipping her fingers into her pussy. Once again
the room seemed to be filled with kissing sounds and gentle moans, there
were fingers and tongues everywhere, the bed was a mass of legs in
stockings, heaving breasts and working fingers. Everyone now seemed to be
joined together as one, every pussy and every mouth was being fingered,
fucked or kissed. Sasha rolled onto her back and pulled me into an embrace
as we fucked, I crushed my lips against hers and forced my tongue into her
mouth, Sasha closed her eyes and moaned softly as she sucked on my tongue
like a baby.

  I could hold on no longer, I felt the orgasm start to build up in my legs
as Sasha tightened her pussy around my cock. My breathing became heavier
still and I began to gasp as it worked up through my body. Suddenly a hand
grabbed my cock and pulled me from Sasha's pussy, I was pushed down on to
the bed and immediately had a pair of lips crushing down on mine, a soft
warm tongue pushed it's way between my lips, swirling around inside my
mouth. Then another mouth slipped over the head of my aching cock sucking
and licking. I closed my eyes and totally surrendered as more lips appeared,
kissing my legs and neck, hands were pulling at my lingerie, slipping
between my legs and over my balls, the rubber around them squeaking as the
sweaty hands continued their caress. Then I let out a final gasp as the
orgasm exploded through my body, making me writhe and twitch violently on
the bed, leaving me sweaty and breathless.

The rest of the day went like a blur after that, I remember lying on the bed
with the girls for quite a while, we just cuddled and snoozed. Then later on
I had a nice warm bath before we all ate a huge meal in the kitchen. What
amazed me was that during the meal everyone chatted about everyday things as
though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I was totally exhausted and
after eating a full plate felt just like curling up on a huge sofa and
snoozing the rest of the day away. This I was allowed to do, but Miss
Granger insisted that I was put back in nappies first. I was a little
disappointed, but after what I'd been through I didn't really mind, I would
gladly wear nappies for the rest of my life if I could do this every weekend
I thought.
So Angela took me back up to the top bedroom where she laid me down on the
little bed and put a nice clean nappy on me before letting me curl up on the
sofa in front of the TV, where I stayed for the rest of the day. When it
came to bedtime, I was taken up to the huge bed we had used all afternoon
and curled up under the covers, my nappy rustling as I fidgeted to get
comfy. Later on I was joined by Angela, she was wearing a little pair of
satin panties and nothing else as she climbed into bed with me. I had an
instant hard-on as she slid over to join me. We didn't have sex but kissed
and cuddled for a while before dozing off. It was then that the first pangs
of guilt hit me as I suddenly remembered Kirsty, and I started to wonder
about what I would say, and if I would say anything. I also wondered whether
she knew about her Mum's little weekend gatherings.

  The following weekend with Kirsty was as nice as ever, but I still felt
guilty about what had happened the weekend before. As it turned out I didn't
have the heart to tell her what had happened, not even about telling her
about the nappies. It was nice not having to wear them and even nicer
wearing girls clothes again. But The following weekend when Kirsty was away
I was put back into nappies, we didn't visit Angela's house that weekend,
but I did go back there a few more times, and it became harder and harder to
be with Kirsty and not tell her. I felt really guilty about it, and it
played on my mind constantly whenever we were together, but when those
chances came of going to the big house my cock jumped up quicker than a
`jack-in-the-box'.
  In the end a job opportunity came to me that kind of solved this problem.
I was offered a job in the USA that I would have been a total fool to pass
up. Kirsty was really cool about it when I told her, and I think that we
were maybe starting to grow apart from each other anyway. Maybe the novelty
had worn off I don't know. But we vowed to remain good friends and we have,
so that's good. As for my dressing up, well eventually my body caught up
with the rest of the boys my age and I became quite hairy, so I stopped
dressing as a girl and haven't done since, but I do wear lingerie which my
wife excepts (And quite likes, lucky me) and sometimes when I'm in the mood,
I'll put on a nappy just for kicks, and whenever I do it takes me back to
that amazing summer, and it makes me realize, that a broken light bulb, a
step ladder and a pair of shiny white panties, really did have the most
amazing effect on my entire life.

This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you have any comments I would love
to hear from you. Email me at... blazelandusa@hotmail.com