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He lay back on the Lilo, the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea gently lapping against his body as he
dozed, enjoying the sun as it warmed his body
Through the mists of his sun-drenched sleep, he heard his name being called, Johnathon, Johnathon,
the voice getting louder and more urgent. He recognised the voice as being that of his wife.
Suddenly he found himself falling from the Lilo, her voice louder, more than insistent, angry, upset.
He landed on the bedroom floor with a painful crash, and he opened his eyes to see her staring
down angrily at him as he tried to shake himself awake. You silly, silly little man, she cried, her anger barely held in check as her hand came down in a stinging slap across his face. Suddenly the room was filled with bright light and there at the bedroom door stood her mother, her shapely figure visible through her long flowing three quarter length satin nightgown. Has he done it again dear? She enquired, a look of contempt on her face as she stared down at his crumpled form, where he lay at his wife's feet, his pyjamas obviously soaking wet. Yes, yes he has, would you believe it Mummy, she replied through gritted teeth'Just like a disgusting little baby, she added. Because that's what you are isn't it, she shouted, leaning down looking into his bright red face,'Just a silly, silly little boy who wets the bed like a big baby, she added. Jonathon was mortified. He had wet the bed, again. He couldn't work out what was wrong with him, but as he began to open his mouth to offer some sort of explanation, she slapped him again as she cried. DON'T, as she started stripping the sheets from the bed. Her mother who had briefly disappeared, then returned and strode over to him and took his hand firmly in hers. Would you like me to clean him up dear while you sort out the bed and get his things ready? she asked. His head was swimming as she dragged him out of the room and along the landing to the bathroom where she already had a bath slowly filling, full of soapy bath salts. Bu, but, he tried to object, but she was all business like as she sat down on the toilet seat and then yanked his soaking pyjama trousers to his ankles before he had time to stop her. Standing like a child before her, his face stinging from both the acute embarrassment of being treated like a little boy by his very attractive mother-in-law, and from the stinging slaps that had been understandably administered by his wife, he felt just like a naughty child as she berated him. How could you Jonathon, what sort of a man wets his bed like a big baby, she chided, as she leant forward and slapped the backs of his legs twice as she ordered him to kneel on the cold vinyl floor at her feet before pulled his pyjama top up over his head. Well, you can't say that we didn't warn you Jonathon, she said as she pulled him up and helped him step into the bath. Now sit down and keep still while I clean you up, she ordered, in an authoritative voice, and he obediently did as she had ordered. What was wrong with him, why was he letting his mother-in-law boss him around like he was a child? He had suddenly become submissive to her and felt powerless to stop her. He couldn't understand what had happened or why. He did realise that she was right though, the evidence lay at his feet with the soaking wet pyjamas. He had wet the bed, just like a baby, and had no idea why. He was in no position to argue, was he? What could he say? what sort of an explanation could he give? No, it was best just to keep quiet. As she started to soap him, he tried to put his hands over his penis to shield it from her, but she just batted his hands away and said, Stand! Her voice once more authoritative, daring him to argue. Again, childlike he just did as he'd been told, and watched mesmerised as she proceeded to soap him around his balls and between his legs as he gritted his teeth trying not to give in to the feelings of arousal that were now coursing through him despite the humiliation of his predicament. She risked a quick look up at him and saw the torment etched into his face. She smiled to herself knowing the torment he must be going through but she just barked, Keep still, feeling his body tensing and trembling as she took her time soaping him, before finally rinsing him all over with the hand shower. When she was finally finished, she held up a large fluffy white towel and ordered him out of the bath, just as his wife walked in, 'Thank you Mummy, was he a good boy for you. Did he behave himself? she asked as she glared at him. Oh yes dear, Jonathon was a very good little boy for Mummy weren't you dear. Actually, I think he quite enjoyed it, she added with a smirk. Jonathon was becoming increasingly embarrassed and seemed to be regressing in age, as he stood naked in front of the two women. He was mortified to realise that Juliet's mother had noted his excitement as she had bathed him. He felt his face flush further as her Mother suggested, maybe I could help out and bath every night before he goes into his nappy? a big grin playing on her face. This was suddenly all too much for Jonathon, Wh, what are you talking about, he spluttered. My bath time every night before I go into my nappy? I'm not going to wear nappies every night I'm not a baby, he wailed, his voice breaking in embarrassment. His wife was swift to move and slapped his face once again, shutting him up. If you want to save this marriage. If you don't want a divorce and watch while the reason comes out in court, that I'm divorcing you because you repeatedly wet the bed like a big baby, then you'll do as you're told like a good little boy and wear the nappy and plastic baby pants for the next month. He looked up into her determined looking face and knew that she meant it. Once Juliet had made up her mind about something there was no arguing with her. As he finally accepted his fate tears of self-pity and humiliation started to slip silently down his cheek. Juliet glared at him, it's no good crying now Jonathon, you're going to be sleeping in my old room from now on and you'll be kept in a nappy and plastic baby knickers until you can go a full month without wetting yourself, then and only then , we may reassess the situation. She looked into his tear-stained face. 'Do you understand Jonathon? I want to hear you say that you do. He looked up and croaked, Yes Juliet I understand. But she hadn't finished yet. And do you know why Mummy and I are putting you into nappies and plastic baby knickers Jonathon? Tell us why, I want to hear you say it, so I know that you realise why you must be babied like this. He looked up and saw the anger and determination in her face and knew that he just had to comply. He swallowed and managed I'm going to be put into a nappy and plastic baby pants because I keep wetting the bed, he mumbled. Like a big baby, she added, glaring at him, Say it again, properly this time she demanded. I'm going to be put into a nappy and plastic baby pants because I keep wetting the bed like a big baby, he stammered, tears of humiliation slipping down his cheeks. And don't you ever forget it, she warned. I'm giving you a chance that not many wives would give you after what happened tonight, a chance to show Mummy and I that you can control your little peepee. He flinched on hearing her words, each one taking away a little more of his fragile pride. Now it's time for you to be punished, she said, hands on her hips, Go to Mummy for your spanking. He looked up, horrified, m, m, my spanking? But you're already putting me in nappies, isn't that punishment enough? He gasped. I think you should just throw him out, her mother said, as she scowled down at him. A spanking it far too lenient after what he's done, she added. It should be a good caning if you ask me, she added maliciously. He looked at her horrified. A good caning? he repeated as she glared at him. It's the least you deserve, she added as he cowered away from her. You're just a pathetic little boy who wees himself like a baby. Now get yourself over my lap, she ordered, smoothing the towel across her thighs and then patting it, indicating that he should lay there. Still in shock he felt Juliet's strong hands push him forward so he was bent over her mother's lap. Here you spank him Mummy while I gey his nappy ready, Juliet said as she pushed him up against her mother's knees. Pass me my wooden hairbrush will you Juliet, she asked as she leant over him and said, This is all your own fault Jonathan, you deserve every smack that you get don't you? He was still struggling across her lap when the first blow landed, making a loud crack of wood against flesh as the hairbrush bit into the soft flesh of his bare bottom cheek. The blow was immediately followed by a gasp of pain and the same thing was repeated straight away. It only took six or seven spanks before he calling for her to stop, and soon after he was begging and pleading like a child. SMACK, please Mummy, SPANK, please Mummy no, SPANK, I'll he a good boy Mummy, SPANK, please no.....as his sobs turned into a barely understandable blubbing and sobbing as he writhed and twisted on Mummy's lap, trying hopelessly to avoid the hairbrush as it came down relentlessly. As her mother spanked him Juliet laid out his nappy and set the large pins to one side together with a large pair of pink plastic baby knickers. Finally, a very upset, still sobbing and blubbering'baby' was helped up onto the rubber sheet that had been stretched across a small table and his wife who proceeded to try and wrap him into the nappy. As she was doing so she realised that his cock was beginning to stiffen. She stood back, shocked. I don't believe this, look Mummy look at Jonathon's little baby pee pee, its getting stiff! Her mother looked over her shoulder a small smile of triumph on her face. Yes, I thought as much, he was getting rather excited when I bathed him earlier, she said, a note of disgust in her voice. Juliet looked down into the tear stained and very red face of her helpless husband, who just wanted the earth to open up and swallow him. I don't believe it, you're actually enjoying this aren't you, you little pervert, she cried, slapping his legs as she did so in anger. Tears of humiliation now joined those from his spanking as he sobbed, I'I'Im sorry Juliet I'm so, so sorry, I can't help it, it feels so nice being put on nappies by you, he cried. Well, there you are then all nice and snug in your nappy Jonathon, she said, as she took the bright Pink translucent plastic baby pants from her mother and threaded over his ankles before tugged them up his legs and over the bulky nappy. Ah, that's much better, her mother said looking down at the distraught Johnathon, lying helplessly in his nappy and plastic baby pants. His tear-stained face bright red, his humiliation now all but complete. The two women then helped him up and led him into the small room that had once been his wife's bedroom. Once inside he stood looking in horror at the large baby cot that took pride and place in the centre of the room. No, no Juliet, you can't, this is too much, please, he sobbed, his eyes pleading with her as she led him to the cot and pushed him down into a sitting position. Can't, Can't? She asked, her voice low and full of menace. Maybe you'd prefer to come with me to the solicitors in the morning and start the divorce proceedings then? She asked. No, No please not that, but I'm not a baby am I? he whined. Really? Well you've just admitted you liked being put in a nappy and what sort of a man wets the bed, not once but twice? Like Mummy says, you'll be in nappies and sleeping here in your nursey every night until you can go a month without weeing in your nappy like a baby before we will even think about you being allowed in a bed again. With that she then dropped a baby doll nightie over his head which dropped down to his waist. There, that's better, she said turning to her mother. You're right Mummy, a girls nightie is far more practical than pyjamas, it will make it so much easier to change him. As he lay looking up at his two tormentors he flinched as the side of the cot was pulled up and locked into place. There, and don't you try and get out his wife warned, or you'll be back over Mummy's lap for another spanking. Yes, her mother added with a wicked grin, and remember, if you want to show us that you're not a baby then you'll need to go a month without a wet nappy, she warned as they turned out the light and left the room. As the door closed, they heard a little sob of helplessness come from the cot and exchanged knowing little smiles. Jonathon was going to be their helpless little baby for as long as they wanted now, especially while they kept lacing his drink with the bladder relaxant every evening..... ***
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