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PART 1 - PRETTYKINS MEETS HIS NEW AUNTIES
"This is my husband," Angela said as she ushered three of her lady friends into the sitting room. It was the first time they'd been invited to Angela's house and they were all eager to see where she lived, how it was furnished and to look at the garden. But Angela's husband hadn't been looking forward to it at all. He'd been dreading it and he'd begged and begged her not to let her friends see him. All to no avail. "You must excuse him, ladies. He's a bit shy." As the women entered the room they were at first aghast by what they saw but their surprise quickly turned to delight at finding, for once, a man who would be neither a threat nor a bore but a positive source of amusement for them. Sitting on the floor in nappies, a pink satin baby dress with puff sleeves and sucking a dummy was Angela's 31 year old husband. At first he tried to hide his face but it was pointless because there really was nowhere to hide. "Say hello to the pretty ladies, darling," Angela prompted as she stooped down and removed the dummy from his mouth. From where he sat, he could see three pairs of very shapely legs in stockings and high heels. He didn't dare look up at their faces and in the ensuing silence, as they all waited, he was struck dumb with embarrassment. But he knew that he must do as his Mummy said, otherwise he'd be in trouble. "Hello ladies," he mumbled weakly as he continued looking at the floor. "Now don't be silly, darling," Angela prompted. "Look at the ladies properly and say hello to each of them in turn. This is your new Auntie Pamela. Say 'Hello Auntie Pamela'. Come on sweetheart, or does baby want an early bedtime?" "No thank you Mummy." "Then look at Auntie Pamela and say hello." Baby already spent much longer than he liked lying restlessly in his cot gazing out between the bars and he dreaded early bedtimes. Reluctantly he looked up at the ladies who were all smiling down at him with the most patronising expressions. "Hello Auntie Pamela," he finally said. This was the first time that Mummy had insisted he be introduced to her friends and he'd heard her mention so many others that he was sure he'd be the laughing stock of the neighbourhood once word got around that she kept him in baby clothes and nappies. In fact, unbeknown to him, he was already being talked about because his new babysitters, two senior prefects from the nearby girls' grammar school, had found it too much of a challenge to keep knowledge of him to themselves, despite Mummy telling them very solemnly in baby's presence, not to breathe a word to anyone! Of course she knew they would, which was precisely her intention. Pamela stooped down to baby's level and held out her hand to him. "Hello baby. And what's your name, sweetheart?" Instantly, baby looked at the floor again and said nothing. "Tell Auntie Pamela your name, sweetheart," Mummy said and although she'd called him 'sweetheart', he could hear the warning tone in her voice. "Prettykins," he finally muttered, still looking at the floor. "Louder, darling, and look at Auntie Pamela when you're speaking to her. I won't have you being rude. What did I tell you earlier?" He knew there was no point in being difficult. Mummy had already warned him that he'd be in serious trouble if he wasn't polite. His face flushed scarlet with embarrassment as he looked up and spoke his name for all to hear. "Prettykins," he said as his eyes filled with tears. "That's a very pretty name for such a pretty baby," Pamela said as she got up and stood beside the others. "Now say hello to your new Auntie Jennifer, darling," Mummy prompted. The second time was only slightly easier. "Look at her, sweetheart." He looked up from the floor to see Mummy and all three of her friends suppressing smiles of delight as he said "Hello Auntie Jennifer". "Hello baby," Auntie Jennifer replied. "And this is your new Auntie Sylvia. Say 'Hello Auntie Sylvia'." "Hello Auntie Sylvia," he said as quickly as he could to get it over with. "Well done, Prettykins," Mummy said proudly. "You see, you can do it, sweetheart. There's no need to be shy. Now you just sit there while Mummy goes and makes all your new aunties a nice cup of tea." Suddenly Prettykins panicked. "Mummy, Mummy," he begged before realising just what a pathetic infantile display he was allowing his new aunties to witness. But he didn't want to be left alone with three complete strangers while Mummy was out of the room. "What is it sweetheart?" "Prettykins come with Mummy?" he begged. "No sweetheart. Baby can sit here and talk to his new aunties. They all know how to look after babies, darling. Mummy won't be long." So saying, Angela left him feeling completely vulnerable as all three women immediately leant forward from their seats and started to question him in baby talk. Being patronised and ridiculed had become part of his daily life with Mummy but now he felt it all the more acutely in the presence of three complete strangers. Before he became Mummy's baby, he had been free in the outside world, in smart suits and a fast car, commanding a degree of success and respect. But now all that had changed and there he sat on the floor in nappies and his pink satin baby dress with a pretty white lace trim on its collar and little puff sleeves, finding it so hard to come to terms with this latest development in his enforced babyhood. When Angela returned to the room wheeling a tea trolley, Prettykins was relieved to be back in close proximity to her. Although she was the architect of his total humiliation, she was also the only one who could protect him and he looked to her for any tenderness that was on offer. As the ladies all took their cups of tea, Mummy handed Prettykins a plastic beaker of warm milk with a rubber teat through which to suck it. Reluctantly he took it and remained sitting on the floor in his own little baby world while the ladies then mostly ignored him and addressed a dozen questions to Angela, desperate to understand how all this had come about. "So, Angela, tell us everything. How did you end up with your baby?" "Well, we've been married for seven years now and about a year ago I got really fed up with how stale our sex life was. We talked about how we might spice it up a bit and, to my surprise, hubby said he'd quite like to see what it was like if I put him in nappies. I was a bit taken aback, to be honest, but I said I'd think about it. Well, after a couple of weeks, and things weren't getting any better in bed, I decided to order some outsized baby clothes from one of those specialist mail-order shops. I didn't order too much to begin with because I wasn't sure it was going to work, so I just got him a dress and a pair of knickers." "You're very adventurous, Angela," one of them said as the others agreed. "Well, I'd never been that happy with our sex life after the first few months. It was so-so but never anything special. And I'd often talked to hubby about having a baby but he was never very enthusiastic, which annoyed me. Anyway, while I was waiting for his clothes to arrive, I wondered about the best way to make a nappy for such a big boy. Eventually I found some large rolls of thick cotton wool at the chemist and decided they would make excellent nappies. I wanted to make everything as authentic as possible, so I bought some cream to put on his little botty and some plastic incontinence pants to hold everything in place." Listening to all this, Prettykins cringed and squirmed, especially when Mummy said 'botty', while revealing to three complete strangers the most intimate facts of what had, until then, been their very private business. But none of the ladies so much as noticed him and eager for every little detail, they urged Angela to continue. "Then one Saturday when we had plenty of time, I suddenly said to hubby that I'd been thinking about his request and had decided to put him in nappies. I think he'd forgotten that he'd suggested it and he looked terribly embarrassed at first. But what he couldn't hide was the instant erection that I noticed in his trousers. So I ordered him to strip off all his clothes at once and show me everything. Well, I can honestly say I'd never seen him so big and hard. He was twice as big as usual and like a ramrod." The ladies all laughed at once and looked knowingly at Prettykins. "I put down a large rubber sheet on the bedroom carpet, told him to lie on it and encouraged him just to surrender to his new Mummy. I could see his embarrassment but he didn't once try to suggest that we play a different game. Oh no, he was as rampant as I've said and I knew we were in for some exceptional sex later on. So down he went onto the rubber sheet, his erection bouncing about like crazy, and lay on his back. I didn't dare touch his winkie because I thought baby would cum there and then and I wouldn't have had the benefit." The ladies laughed again and this time they all looked at Prettykins with 'cheeky baby' expressions on their faces as if to say 'Isn't this exciting?' Meanwhile, Prettykins was mortified to hear Mummy use such demeaning words as 'botty' and now 'winkie' in reference to him. "I ordered him to roll over and shocked him by proceeding to cream his botty. He hadn't been expecting that, so I had to explain that all babies have their botties creamed to protect them from nappy rash. He didn't resist at all and I knew he was enjoying it. Then I laid out a nice big triple-thickness cotton wool nappy. It was baby's first nappy and I knew he was going to love it. I rolled him onto his back again, straight onto his nappy and I could see the delight in his face. His winkie was bouncing up and down, straining at the leash, so I took my time fiddling about and talking to him in baby talk before finally sprinkling it with baby powder and folding the front of his nappy up between his legs to enclose him and make him feel all baby-safe and nappy-secure. As I did all this, I gave him a running commentary on exactly what Mummy was doing, how she was going to look after him and how he now had to be a very good little boy and do everything Mummy said. And you know, he didn't resist once ~ not for a second." The ladies all giggled, eager to hear more. "Then I produced the plastic panties to hold his nappy in place, popped them over his feet and slipped them up his legs. When I told him to lift his botty, he obeyed instantly and I could see how much he loved it as I settled them over his nappy. But when I showed him his frilly knickers, that was when he balked. He begged not to have to wear them but Mummy had to insist and after a bit of fuss during which Mummy had to smack his legs, it took him by surprise and he calmed down and listened to reason. Once he was in his frilly pink baby knickers, I decided not to push it any further and he became very excited when I said he could come to Mummy's bed. Well, I can tell you, he could hardly contain himself and I had to warn him that if he didn't do as Mummy said, I'd have to smack his botty and he wouldn't have any sex for a month. I told him to show Mummy how much he loves her and he wouldn't be allowed out of his nappy until Mummy was satisfied and ready for him. He was desperate to be let out of his nappy so that he could stick it in me but I kept him waiting until he'd done all the things I wanted. I'd never known him have so much imagination in bed and be so attentive to my needs. He excelled himself," she said as she looked at Prettykins proudly and gave him a big Mummy smile. "Have you finished your milk, sweetie?" she asked him. "Yes thank you Mummy." "That's a good boy. Now go and fetch Barbie from the corner, sweetheart, and play with her while Mummy's talking." Then Angela turned back to the ladies. "I've been teaching him to always say 'please' and 'thank you' whenever he speaks," she explained. "Before I put him in nappies he was getting very sloppy with his manners." Prettykins didn't want to play with anything that made him look even more babyish, least of all a Barbie doll, but once again, he knew better than to disobey and so he got up from sitting and crawled towards the corner. Only then did the ladies have their first view of his enormously padded bottom which was covered in a mass of pink frills that made it the focal point of his whole being. They were ecstatic with delight. "Oh look at baby," said Auntie Jennifer. "Isn't he just so sweet? Look at his big pink frilly bottom." Prettykins cringed and felt himself shrivel up inside, acutely conscious of how he looked and immediately sat down so that his bottom wasn't on display. "It's all right Prettykins. No one is laughing at you, sweetheart," Mummy said smiling. He'd never heard such a blatant lie. He could see them laughing but when the amusement died down, their attention returned to Angela and they were eager to hear more about his deepest humiliation. "So was he good in bed?" urged Sylvia. "Yes, well I won't go into all the details but suffice it to say that we'd never had such good sex in all the time we'd known each other. It was quite a revelation and I'd made an invaluable discovery about my precious hubby." "Ooh, you must lend him to me sometime," Pamela said with a smile. Prettykins heard her remark and longed for the freedom to go to bed with her because he found her extremely attractive and desirable. In fact, all three ladies were very much to his liking. "You never know," he heard Mummy say, maybe I'll let you babysit him one day. Then she turned to Prettykins. "Would you like Auntie Pamela to come and babysit you one day, sweetheart?" Prettykins knew better than to let it be known that he'd like nothing more, because if Mummy knew he'd like it, it would probably never happen. So he just went very shy and looked at the floor. They all laughed and resumed their conversation. "So that was the first time I put him in nappies. We did it a few more times after that and every time the sex was a thousand times better than it had been. Then one day, I thought to myself, I actually quite liked seeing him all helpless and eager in his nappy. I thought again about having a real baby of our own but somehow that didn't feel quite right any more. I couldn't imagine hubby as a father, especially when I'd seen how much he liked being in nappies himself, but I could imagine him as my baby. That was when I decided I'd like to keep him in nappies permanently so that he could be our baby. Of course I knew he wouldn't agree to such an idea, so I had to take steps to make sure he did. I installed a video camera in our bedroom so that the next time we played our baby game everything was captured on film. By now he was much less self-conscious about it and I made sure that when I put him in nappies, I talked to him like a real baby and he immediately fell into the role and responded appropriately. When I wrapped him up in his nappy, I always made sure he was facing the camera so that the delight on his face would be there for everyone to see. Not only was he less self-conscious, he was actively playing the part of a baby in anticipation of a big ejaculation when Mummy took him to bed. I captured everything on film, including the all-important part of putting him in those wonderful frilly knickers before introducing him to several petticoats and a whole range of very pretty baby dresses. He didn't even resist any more, which made the video all the more convincing, because his mind was so focussed on the only thing that mattered to him: sex with Mummy. He also seemed pleased that I was enjoying sex again and, ironically, I think he felt quite macho and confident as he set off for work in the mornings now that our sex life was the best it had ever been. I noticed that he was becoming rather more cocky every day and seemed so pleased with himself. That's when I knew the time was right to confront him with my plan." "What happened?" Pamela asked eagerly. "I told him that I'd like him to be my full-time baby. Of course, he said no. So I told him that I'd been filming him when he was in nappies and that if he didn't agree, I would distribute copies of the film to everyone in his office and to all his friends and their wives. At first he was speechless, which made a change. Then he said he'd leave me, so I said that wouldn't make any difference because I'd still distribute the film and I'd also put it on the internet with full details of who he was and how to contact him. I would also refuse him a divorce and put every obstacle in the way to make sure that if he tried to leave me, he would spend all his meagre savings in the attempt and reminded him that I would be sure to keep the house when I showed the film to lawyers. Then I dared him to defy me." "Goodness, Angela, that was bold," said Sylvia. "Well, extreme circumstances require extreme measures. But then on a softer note, I reminded him that he was never more aroused than when I put him in his nappies, so what was all the fuss about? He was furious at first. Then I showed him the film of himself and he begged me not to show it to anyone else. So finally he came to his senses and let Mummy take control of everything. All this time, we still had lots of wonderful sex and hubby wore his nappies. Then I told him he would have to leave his job. Again he tried to rebel, so we went through the whole argument all over again until he saw sense. As a reward, I took him to bed and we screwed for days. He was in seventh heaven while we were in bed and seemed to lose all his resistance." "Men. That's all they ever think about," Sylvia said. "Yes, fortunately for me," Angela replied, "otherwise I wouldn't have my baby sitting there now." She turned to look at Prettykins. "Does Prettykins need a fresh nappy, sweetheart?" she asked to his eternal shame in front of the ladies. "No thank you, Mummy," Prettykins replied. "Are you sure, Prettykins?" He was both embarrassed and irritated that she should imply that he didn't know whether he'd wet himself. That was one thing all babies knew. "Yes, Mummy," he replied submissively. "Well it won't be long, sweetie, now that you've had your milk." Why couldn't she just leave him alone and get on with telling everyone all their innermost secrets? But the ladies all looked at him with eager anticipation as if they wanted to see him wet himself. "I always know when Prettykins needs changing," Mummy said, returning her attention to the ladies. "He has a certain look on his face and he goes very quiet." Then she turned back to him. "Mummy always knows, doesn't she, Prettykins?" "Yes Mummy," he replied and thought, if she always knew, why did she need to ask him? But he knew she just wanted to add to his humiliation ~ and she was succeeding. Being constantly patronised and talked down to was deeply undermining, making him feel utterly helpless and infantile. With just a few well-chosen words she could make him feel exactly like the baby she wanted him to be and there was nothing he could about it. "His salary was never very much," Angela resumed. "I used to earn more than he did. And he had little in the way of savings while I had rather more. I'd been anticipating not working when we had our baby, so I'd made a couple of investments that have paid off handsomely, so I'm in a good financial position and, of course, Prettykins can't go out to work any more. In fact he can't go anywhere at all without me now that he's my full-time baby." "Suppose he decided to just leave? He could take off his baby clothes, put on his adult clothes and say to hell with the consequences? I wonder why he doesn't just do that," Jennifer asked. "Well, if he leaves, he'll have to leave wearing what he's wearing now," Angela replied. "He doesn't have any adult clothes. I've given them all to the charity shop. He doesn't have any money either because everything was signed over to me when he resigned." The ladies were amazed and impressed by the thoroughness of Angela's actions. "So baby isn't going anywhere, is he diddums?" Mummy teased Prettykins, who was listening intently and wishing he'd had the foresight to realise what he was getting himself into. He realised the ladies must regard him as exceptionally stupid. "Baby must stay with Mummy now, mustn't he, Prettykins?" Mummy persisted as she waited for his answer. "Yes Mummy," he said shamefacedly. "And he can be such a naughty baby sometimes," Mummy continued. "If he's especially bad, Mummy sometimes has to put baby in his pram and leave him out in the front garden for everyone to see, doesn't she sweetheart?" "Yes Mummy," he mumbled, terrified by the memory of such an ordeal. "Baby doesn't like that at all and always promises to be a very good little boy afterwards," Mummy explained as she returned her attention to the ladies. "He especially hates it if it coincides with when the schools come out. He sinks down as far as he can in his pram but I always make sure he has plenty of lovely soft pillows to prop him up as he faces the street. Of course, it's a long garden path, as you saw, and I put his pram closer to the house than the gate. But he still gets some very odd looks, especially from the girls. The boys don't really notice so much. They wouldn't be interested. But if they did realise who was in his pram, my goodness they'd have a field day. Frankly, I'd be worried they might turn violent. You know what boys are like." The ladies all nodded. "But that's how we met his new babysitters. Two of the girls saw him and realised that something wasn't quite right and actually came into the garden to take a closer look. While they were laughing and before they could go and fetch their friends, I invited them in and explained everything to them. They were delighted to find a babysitting job awaiting them in return for keeping baby's secret. I think it's quite poetic that I pay them out of the money transferred from his own meagre savings. He must be the only baby who pays for his own babysitters!" Mummy laughed, while Prettykins was stung to the quick by the remark that made him feel utterly stupid. "This really is all quite extraordinary," said Sylvia. "I'd never have thought that a man could be so manoeuvred into such an extreme predicament," she added as she began to think about certain dissatisfactions in her own relationship. "I should think it depends on the man," said Pamela. "Not all men would bring it on themselves by asking to be put into nappies in the first place," she said looking straight at Prettykins and smiling seductively. "Maybe they could be persuaded if the suggestion came from the woman," Jennifer added, thoughtfully, and then looked at Angela as she resumed her story. "Since we began, I've had to introduce some new rules into baby's life. First of all, I keep him fully depilated to make him feel soft and silky-smooth, just like a baby. He gets very excited when we depilate his pretty little balls and all around his little man but he's not allowed to ejaculate unless he's in bed making love to Mummy. Ejaculating without Mummy's permission earns him a severe bare-botty spanking, so we know exactly where we stand on that score... don't we Prettykins?" she said, turning to baby. "Yes Mummy," he replied meekly and completely cowed. "Baby's bedtime is always six o'clock, without fail, and we don't want any nonsense when it's bedtime, do we baby?" "No Mummy." "Mummy looks after Prettykins and knows exactly what's best for him. He has lots of pretty dresses now, with petticoats and frilly knickers, which are all hanging in his very own nursery. When he's not in his cot or having his bath or his bottle, he spends his time playing with Barbie. She's the only dolly he has at the moment but we're going to get him some more. When you come again, ladies, perhaps you'd each like to bring him a new dolly to play with." "Oh yes," they all agreed. "If only we'd known, he'd have had three more today." "Did you hear that, Prettykins? What do you say to your pretty aunties." "Thank you very much, ladies," he said with obvious reluctance. Angela looked at him sternly and then turned her attention back to her friends. "Of course, baby has so many things to learn, not least how to be grateful for all the pretty things that fill his new life. But we have all the time in the world to teach him and we're both going to be so happy together." Again she turned to Prettykins. "Aren't we darling? We're so happy now that you're in your nappies full-time and Mummy has her baby to look after?" He knew better than to disagree, even though it couldn't have been further from the truth. "Yes Mummy." Angela turned back to her lady friends and lowered her voice a little. "Of course, there comes a time when everything wears a bit thin. I'm sure you know what I mean. Having sex with baby was very good at first but a woman needs a change and doesn't always want to be the one taking all the control. Now of course I'm free to have as many lovers as I like." This was something else that Prettykins just didn't want to hear, and he didn't want anyone else to hear it either because it showed that he was not only a pathetic and helpless weakling but a cuckold as well. "Prettykins doesn't like it a bit but I have to remind him that he's just a little baby now and Mummy needs a big man sometimes to make her feel happy. And the happier Mummy feels, the better she can look after her baby and attend to his baby needs. So Prettykins has his very own nursery now and his own little cot with a pretty canopy over it, and when Mummy has a visitor, we make sure that baby is all safely locked away in his nursery where no one will find him. He stays very quiet indeed when Mummy has a friend to visit but he does cry so much beforehand and the next morning when Mummy's visitor has gone, and he begs Mummy not to bring her new friends into the house. He really is such a baby sometimes. I tell him he's being very selfish and once I even had to smack his bottom to make him see sense." Again she turned to Prettykins. "We had to smack baby's botty, didn't we, sweetheart, because baby was being selfish to Mummy?" Prettykins cringed and his humiliation finally overwhelmed him. "Oh Mummy, please Mummy don't," he said as he burst into tears. Immediately there was a flurry of concern for baby as Mummy got up to comfort him and so did Auntie Pamela. They both came over to the corner of the room where baby sat crying with his face in his hands. "Oh poor little Prettykins," Auntie Pamela said as she bent down to him. "Would baby like to come and sit next to Auntie Pamela on the big sofa?" Prettykins looked up at her. Yes, he would but he was so deeply humiliated. Auntie Pamela continued to encourage him while Mummy stood by. "Come along Prettykins," she said. "Come and sit in between Auntie Pamela and Auntie Sylvia and we'll cuddle you up and look after you, sweetheart. Don't cry darling. Here, let's dry your eyes." Pamela produced some tissues, licked one, pulled his head back just like Mummies do to real babies, and wiped his face with the wet tissue. "There, there, diddums. Oh poor little Prettykins. Don't cry, sweetheart. Is Prettykins a teeny bit jealous of Mummy? Come along, sweetie, crawl to the sofa and sit up here with your aunties." The humiliation of all this was excruciating, not least because he wasn't used to total strangers calling him Prettykins, but Auntie Pamela was being kind to him and he thought maybe he could make Mummy jealous if he went and sat with her. How naïve he was! Even if Mummy let him do as he pleased, she was always in control and always trumped whatever pathetic little rebellion he might attempt. "Now sit there nicely with your aunties, Prettykins, and don't be a nuisance," Mummy said. "Hands in your lap, sweetheart, where we can see them. We know how much Prettykins likes pretty ladies, don't we? So you just behave yourself like a good little boy or Mummy will have to smack your bottom again and put you straight into your cot. Do you understand?" Prettykins knew he had to answer when asked a question. "Yes Mummy," he said obediently, feeling doubly humiliated now that she had spoiled the attention he was receiving from Auntie Pamela. The ladies giggled as they all helped him up onto the sofa while Mummy watched to make sure his hands were immediately placed in his lap. Auntie Pamela gave him a little kiss on his cheek and his head swam with the effects of her enticing perfume. How desperately he wanted to put his arms around her, or at the very least to hold her hand, but he knew he had to remain totally passive, just doing as he was told and not allowed to take the initiative in anything at all. Although he kept his hands in his lap, imperceptibly he began to lean towards Auntie Pamela so that he could feel her warmth and inhale her gorgeous scent. He felt the soft silk of her semi-transparent blouse against his bare arm and just for one brief moment felt the mound of her breast. It was bliss. Inside his nappy, his 'little man', as Mummy liked to call it, was growing fast and making a bulge in his knickers. But Mummy knew exactly what was happening and went straight to baby and lifted up his dress and petticoats. He was mortified as she revealed the bulge in his nappy to all the guests. The ladies were delighted and laughed out loud while Prettykins felt so humiliated and angry that Mummy had given away his little secret. The one thing he was forever finding out was that babies have no secrets. Everyone knows when a baby wets himself or cries or gets frustrated and everyone is there to witness the indignity he feels when Mummy promptly takes control of him and his utter dependency and helplessness is displayed for all to see. "Oh, is that little bump for me, sweetheart?" asked Auntie Pamela with delight as she ran her delicate fingers over the front of his frilly pink knickers and gave his bulge a little squeeze with her hand. "Oh what a big boy," she added ironically as she did so. Prettykins was both excited and mortified that this woman, a total stranger until an hour ago, should touch him so intimately. He wanted her desperately but now Mummy could see that he did and she quickly intervened. A sharp slap landed squarely on the inside of his naked thigh and he yelped. "Naughty baby!" she shouted. "I won't have you being rude to your auntie. How dare you have naughty thoughts. Get down at once." He hesitated. "I said get down, Prettykins. Quickly. Back on the floor." Mummy's hand was poised to give him another slap but the sting of the first one was quite enough to make him instantly slide off the sofa and back onto the floor. Mummy continued to reprimand him. "I won't have you having naughty thoughts. How many times have I told you? Babies must learn to control themselves. Now apologise to Auntie Pamela at once." Prettykins was on the verge of tears again, snatched from a moment of paradise and publicly chastened by his Mummy. "I'm sorry Auntie Pamela for having naughty thoughts," he said with contrition. But Mummy wasn't finished with him yet. "How dare you be so rude, Prettykins. Now go and fetch Barbie at once or you'll have a smacked bottom and go straight to your cot. Is that what you want?" "No thank you, Mummy." "Then go and fetch Barbie at once before I change my mind." At first, Prettykins could do nothing, stunned by the suddenness of everything that was happening until he was shocked into obedience by Mummy shouting at him. "DO IT," Mummy commanded as she stood over him with her hand poised to slap his tender inner thigh again. Instantly Prettykins scrambled across the floor to find Barbie, with his big pink padded bottom on full display again. "Unless you start behaving this instant, you'll have a naughty bottom on your behaviour chart today," Mummy announced. "Now give Barbie a nice kiss and a cuddle and tell her how sorry you are for having naughty thoughts." Prettykins cradled Barbie in his arms, kissed her and whispered his apology in utter humiliation. The tender inside of his thigh was now red and throbbing as he struggled to hide the tears that were welling up. One of the things he hated most about being kept as a baby was that his depilated bare legs were a permanent target for Mummy's smacks, making him constantly vulnerable. Some minutes later, when tempers had subsided, Mummy turned back to the ladies with a calmer tone. "I'm sorry about that, ladies. Prettykins still has naughty thoughts that aren't appropriate for a baby unless it's for his Mummy. I still let him come to me once a month, but only if he's been a good boy and has enough Mummy Kisses on his behaviour chart." As Prettykins listened, he saw all possibility melting away of ever being allowed to stay with Auntie Pamela. Now Mummy knew he was aroused by her, that would be the last thing she would let him do. While the ladies chatted and drank their tea, Prettykins tried to be invisible with Barbie. And then it happened. He couldn't hold on any longer. Suddenly he felt a hot flow into his nappy. It always disconcerted him because he still wasn't confident that the plastic panties holding his nappy in place under his frilly pink knickers would contain it all. So far they always had but whenever he wet himself it made him feel deeply insecure. Instantly he became very still as he felt the seemingly endless hot flood filling his nappy. Within a split second, he cringed with embarrassment as Mummy glanced at him with a knowing look. It totally humiliated him that she always knew. "Has Prettykins wet himself, darling?" Mummy asked in a concerned voice. When she switched moods like that it really confused him. While he was still stinging with resentment, Mummy was acting all concerned as if nothing had happened. It was one of the ways she asserted her absolute control over him while making him feel utterly helpless. But he knew he must answer Mummy's question and he knew he mustn't lie. "Yes Mummy," he said as all the ladies looked at him and he turned bright red. "Oh isn't that sweet?" said Auntie Jennifer. "Are you going to change him, Angela?" Mummy looked at Prettykins. "Would Prettykins like Mummy to change him, sweetheart?" Of course he wanted to be changed but he couldn't bear the thought of it being done in front of the ladies. He hated sitting in a wet nappy but the alternative was unthinkable. "No thank you Mummy," he said uncertainly. Of course Mummy knew exactly what he was thinking. "Oh, is Prettykins too shy?" He looked at the floor, mortified, not knowing what to do. This was the worst day of his life. "Does baby want Mummy to put him in his cot?" she asked. "No thank you Mummy." "Do you want to stay with the pretty ladies, then?" "Yes please Mummy." Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Of course he wanted to stay with the pretty ladies and he also wanted a clean nappy but what he wanted most of all was for Mummy to stop drawing attention to the fact that he'd just wet himself. Then suddenly he thought how much he'd like Auntie Pamela to change him. He wouldn't dare say so but his little man twitched in his nappy at the very thought. She was truly gorgeous and suddenly he wanted to be her baby instead. But Mummy resumed her commentary. "Ever since I began entertaining my new friends..." By 'friends' Prettykins knew she meant 'lovers'. "How many friends do you have?" Jennifer interrupted. Mummy shielded her face from baby and mouthed her reply. Prettykins was sure he'd heard at least two different male voices as he lay in his cot, locked in his nursery, but from the ladies' reaction he now gathered that it must be several more than that and his jealousy surpassed his humiliation. "Really?" Pamela responded. "Good for you, Angela. I wish I could get that many." Prettykins tried not to listen but found himself compelled, even though it tormented him. To be cuckolded so openly only doubled his humiliation and shame. END OF PART ONE --- PART TWO WILL BE IN MY NEXT NEWSLETTER. ***
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