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Sophie walked into the nursery where 'babykins David' was sitting playing with his dollies
as he'd been taught.
She grinned wickedly at him then opened the playpen door.
Come on baby David, we have a visitor and she's dying to meet you, she announced as he
turned slowly on his nappied bottom to look up at her, a worried look already on his face. No Nanny, please, I don't want other people to see me like this, he pleaded miserably, his voice already nearly breaking with nervousness as he spoke. Nonsense babykins, come along now, you don't want to keep Mummy waiting, you really don't want to make her cross do you, she added threateningly. He looked up at his new Nanny Sophie with fear in his eyes. No Nanny, he replied weakly, his still sore bottom a painful reminder of his last over the lap spanking he received just the afternoon before. Up you get then baby, Sophie ordered, as she took his hand firmly in her own and led him out of the room and down the hallway towards the drawing room. As they walked, he became increasingly agitated. He really didn't want anybody else to see him being babied like this. Why had Mummy asked somebody around to see him? By the time they reached the drawing room door his legs were like jelly, and he could already feel the tears of humiliation and shame threatening to fall down his cheeks. Opening the door Sophie stepped aside to allow him to enter first. Stumbling past her he looked up to see Mummy looking up at him from where she sat on her usual chair, the same one she had sat in yesterday when she had spanked him, and there opposite sat Mrs Turnbull, their next door neighbour looking every inch the ex-head mistress. She slowly looked him up and down, her eyes taking their time to take in his ridiculously babyish bonnet, his frothy and short frilled baby dress and then downwards to his pink satin booties, her pinched mean face holding a look of complete disapproval, before saying Well that wasn't a very ladylike entrance was it babykins? She then turned to Mummy before asking, Have you not taught him to curtsey yet? Mummy shook her head, No Martha, we've been too busy teaching him how to be a little girl for us, it's slow work but we will get there eventually. Martha Turnbull looked around at David and held his eyes in hers before finally saying, well why don't you send him around to me? I'll soon gave him curtseying beautifully for you? Mummy, seeing the look of utter horror on Baby Davids face, laughed, Oh what a lovely idea Martha, but only if you're sure you have the time. He may need a bit of persuasion to obey you but feel free to punish him if you feel it will help. Martha Turnbulls face broke into a huge grin at hearing Mummy's words. Oh, rest assured, I was never known to spare the rod on a child when I was teaching, she answered with a little laugh, which chilled Davids heart. Send him around tomorrow morning around 10 o'clock. A couple of hours a day for a week should do it. He'll be curtseying like a little princess by the time I've finished with him, she laughed. Mummy beamed at David. Did you hear that babykins, isn't that nice of Nanny Turnbull darling? Say thank you to Nanny Turnbull like a good boy. It was all too much for him and it was a tearful and humiliated baby who turned to Mrs Turnbull and mumbled his thanks to her. Mummy turned to him, her face like thunder. Say thank you properly babykins or do I have to send you to the nursery with Sophie and get her to put you in your punishment frock and bonnet again? I'm sure Nanny Turnbull would be happy to see you being spanked over my lap. With a little sob of despair, he quickly moved to stand in front of Mrs Turnbull before saying, Thank you Nanny Turnbull, thank you for offering to give your time to teach me to curtsey, he sobbed. Nanny Turnbull, grinned back at him Oh, that's alright David, perhaps you could try one now so I can see just how much work I'm going to have to do. David looked at her blankly, having no idea where to start. Hold the hem of your pretty little baby dress between the finger and thumb of each hand, she instructed. He did as he'd been instructed and watched as she grinned at him. Now lift your skirts David, higher. We all want to see your pretty little baby knickers, don't we ladies? she asked as she turned to them, they all laughingly agreed. You see, a pansy curtsey differs slightly from a lady's curtsey, she explained. Pansy boys must show their panties to everyone, especially Pansies who are lucky enough to have a Mummy like yours Pansy David. You should be proud to wear the delightfully babyish knickers that Mummy makes for you. You should be delighted to lift your little dress and show them off for all to see. Now, hold the hem of the dress so that it's tickling your nose David, that's right. Now take a step backwards with your right leg so that its positioned behind you, then bend your knee and dip your head downwards towards the ground in deference to the ladies who control you dear. Holding his dress up as he'd been told, he stood, tears of humiliation pouring silently down his cheeks as, he moved one foot behind him and then finally bobbed his head down to complete a very unpolished curtsey. Mrs Turnbull looked at him, with a horrified look on her face. Oh dear young David, that won't do at all, she cried as he stood sniveling miserably before her. I think that this might take a little longer than a week I'm afraid Mummy, she added. Mummy, still laughing quietly at David's pathetic effort at a curtsey said, yes, I think you're right Martha. He's hopeless isn't he. Sophie, why don't you take babykins back to his nursery and change him while Mrs Turnbull and I chat about tomorrow's arrangements. Then you can put him back in his playpen, I'm sure he'll be far happier in there playing with his dollies! Sophie took the hand of a distraught and sobbing baby David and led him back to his nursery where he quietly and obediently climbed up on to the changing table so that Sophie could change his soaking nappy. As she was cleaning him with a babywipe Mrs Turnbull and Mummy walking in. Mrs Turnbull grinned down into his red burning face enjoying watching him squirm with embarrassment on the changing table. Well Babykins I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, she said cheerfully as she leant forward and kissed his cheek, causing even more embarrassment to course through his already trembling body. Sophie looked up at her and said, Yes, I'll bring him around at 10am Mrs Turnbull. Shall I bring his paddle with me in case you need it? Mrs Turnbull, laughed before answering, Oh no it's alright Sophie I still have my lovely swishy tawse I used at school. The girls used to really squeal and sob when I used it on the back of their legs or over their PE knickers. I'm sure that Sissy David will soon learn to behave when his training begins. With that she gave a little laugh and as she turned to leave, she glanced down to see that much to her delight and Davids horror, his little pee pee had now stiffened. With a little laugh of pleasure, she turned once more and looked down into his face, her eyes locking onto his. What a delightful sight, she remarked, making a show of staring down at his little baby stiffy, a smirk of triumph in her face. Until tomorrow then my little Pansy David, she called as she turned to leave, her long skirts swishing and swaying as she finally exited the room. David lay helplessly looking up at Sophie and Mummy with pleading eyes, his stiff engorged little baby pee pee, sticking up as he squirmed on the changing table as they both grinned down at him. Oh dear little David, you just love being put into nappies don't you darling, Mummy teased as she reached down and stroked his cheek. P,p,please Mummy, he croaked, but Mummy just laughed. He looked frantically at Sophie, who just shook her head before informing him, Oh no Pansy only good little babies get a baby treat and you've not been a good enough little boy for me today. She then pulled the nappy up tightly between his legs before fastening the sides and finally tugging his plastic baby knickers up securely over him, leaving him hard and frustrated inside his nappy prison once more. A Day of training with Nanny Turnbull It was a very nervous Pansy David who stood on the doorstep of Nanny Turnbulls house the next morning at precisely 10am. If Sophie hadn't taken a firm hold of his baby reins then he may well of run back home and hidden inside his nursery, such was his anxiety over what was going to happen to him that morning. Having rung the door bell they waited just a few moments before the door swung open to reveal Nanny Turnbull, who grinned excitedly as she looked him up and down. She took in his baby bonneted head, down past his beautiful new short flared dress then down further to his frilled short ankle socks and bright red patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Under his dress he wore a mass of petticoats which pushed his dress upwards and outwards, revealing his bottle green girls PE knickers that Nanny had asked him to wear. Ooo, how deliciously babylike you look Pansy, she said as she clapped her hands together in delight. David was frozen to the spot, his legs having turned to jelly as he watched fearfully while Sophie passed the baby reins to Nanny Turnbull who grasped them tightly in her hands as she continued grinning at him. Mummy asked if you wouldn't mind hanging on to him for a few hours if it's not too much trouble, Mrs Turnbull, as we are planning on going to town today to do some shopping, she asked. Nanny Turnbulls assured her that she would be more than happy to oblige as she wasn't sure how long the training would go on for anyway, and Sophie thanked her, then reminded David to be a good little Baby for Nanny before turning and walking away, leaving a frightened little Baby in the hands of the old ex head mistress. She quickly gave a tug on the reins and told him to get inside and walk down the hallway to her study. She grinned as she watched his dress swing and sway as he walked accompanied by the frightened little noises that were escaping from his mouth as she pushed him along towards the study, which was tucked away at the back of the house. Once inside the study she wasted no time in closing and then making a very obvious job of locking the door. The key was then pushed down inside a pocket in an apron she wore over the full length skirt, she also wore a starched white high-necked blouse with long sleeves and strangely, or so it seemed to him, a pair of boots with four-inch heels. Once inside the room she went to the drawer of her desk and took out a wicked looking two pronged leather tawse and placed it on the desk before turning and smiling at him. Well, Babykins. I hope for your sake that we won't be needing the tawse today but I'll leave it there as a reminder as to what awaits you if you fail to please me, she stated, with a grin. Now, do you remember how we start the curtsey? He couldn't take his eyes off the tawse as she nodded dumbly and mumbled, yes Nanny. She looked at him and shook her head. Oh no babykins that won't do will it? That won't do at all she snarled, turning and picking up the tawse. Bend over my desk girl, she ordered and watched excitedly as he tottered forward already beginning to sob. Please Nanny, I'm sorry Nanny, I promise to be good Nanny, he begged as she pushed him down and then quickly bound his ankles then knees together, We don't want you trying to run away now do we Baby David, she said breathlessly as she then pulled his arms behind his back and secured his wrists. There, that better isn't it, she gasped, finally managing to get some control of her mounting excitement. She hadn't administered a good thrashing to anyone for quite some time, and she hadn't quite realized how much she'd missed it. Poor Baby David was going to have his little pantied bottom thoroughly tawsed, and she couldn't wait to hear him howl and cry for her. As he finally stopped struggling, she pulled his skirts up over his back exposing the PE knickers, the sight of which excited her further. You will soon learn to be a good little baby for me boy, she said as she brought the tawse down sharply over his knicker clad bottom and heard the wonderful CRACK it made as it flayed his knickers. The sound of the tawse striking him was quickly followed by the gasp of pain from Baby David, and she smiled grimly to herself as she began to lecture him. Baby girls must CRACK, oowww, always answer when they are spoken to CRACK, ahhh, Nanny please, CRACK. Arghhh, You will CRACK, learn to be a good little baby for me David, CRACK Noooooo Nanny please Nanny, CRACK nooooooo It didn't take long to reduce him to helpless tears and to him begging her pathetically to stop. Please stop Nanny, sob, I'll be a good girl for you Nanny, sob sob sob Epilogue It was now two weeks since his curtsey training and Pansy Baby David was the center of attention as Mummy, along with Nanny Turnbull, Sophie and several other lady fiends had gathered to watch him perform a routine that he had (painfully) been taught by Nanny Turnbull. After having met and greeted each visitor with a very respectful pansy curtsey' the ladies were all now seated in a circle excitedly waiting for the show to begin. A very red faced and deeply embarrassed Pansy baby David finally stepped to the centre of the room, tears of shame and humiliation already running silently down his cheeks, but a clap of Nanny Turnbulls hands, forced him to start his well-drilled routine. Singing in a suitably babyish voice he started, first taking tiny mincing steps to turn a full circle, holding his dress high so everyone could see his semi transparent, pink plastic baby pants over a big fluffy nappy. He heard one of Sophies young friends ask her who had put him into the nappy and when Sophie replied that she had he heard the giggle of laughter from her friend as she said, Ooo I'd love to see him being put into a nappy. To which Sophie replied. You probably can after the show, he's bound to have wet himself while performing for us, so he'll need a change. As the two younger women laughed he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain the big happy smile Nanny had taught him to use when performing for his audience. Having finally completed the humiliating circle he started singing and doing the exaggerated actions and as he did it was to the accompaniment of lots of giggles and laughter from the ladies sitting around him. I'm a lickle tea pot, short and stout, Here's my handle Here's my spout. His face was bright red, and his sobs became increasingly louder and as he went on. Oh, Come on Pansy must I fetch the tawse, Nanny Turnbull cried, her voice full of menace and annoyance. He quickly gathered himself, No Nanny, pleathe Nanny let me twy again Nanny, he sobbed, and so he did much to the added amusement of all the ladies present. Having once more completed his deeply humiliating mincing circle with his dress held high, he started. I'm a lickle teapot, short and spout. No, No, No Pansy Babykins come with me to the study, Nanny shouted as she turned to the women watching. Sorry ladies, it seems that I need to remind this silly little baby of the words yet again, and with that she took his hand and dragged him out of the room, sobbing and begging pathetically as he went. It wasn't long before they could all hear the Crack of the tawse and the cries and sobs of poor baby David filtering through from the study as Nanny reminded him of just how important it was to get the song right. As they listened to him squealing and crying, all of the ladies present agreed that when he returned he would be sure to get it right for them. The End ***
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