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The Lady's Academy Sissy School. My aunties sat me down. "We've good news for you, you'll be so pleased. We've enrolled you into the The Lady's Academy Sissy School. You start tomorrow." "We're tired of spending so much time trying to train you into being a sissy maid. You're not making quick enough progress for us. So sissy school is just the place for you!" "They'll assess your aptitude on day one and then put you in the right class. So be on your best behaviour!" True to their word, next morning they dressed me in a white blouse, pinafore dress, white stockings and a red tie and satchel. They dropped me off by some forbidding gates just on time but then insisted I post a letter for them at a nearby post box. I hurried back as quickly as I could but already fearing I'd be late. The Headmistress opened the door to me. Her dark hair pulled severely back into a bun, she towered over me, her long skirt swishing over her high heels. "You're late!" she snapped, "and your top button is undone and that lipstick is too bold. That's three black marks in the punishment book as soon as you've stepped over the threshold. Not a good start is it Poppy?!" I stammered an apology but she just shut me up. "You'll start in Miss Frobisher's class. I'll leave the punishment book with her so she knows what a pathetic wayward sissy she's dealing with. No doubt she'll add more black marks during the day." I quivered with fear of what the punishments would be. Miss Frobisher called me to the front of the class. There were four other girls there, similarly dressed to me, but all with short bobbed hair with heavy fringes, shorter than mine. The school's regulation hairstyle. She thumbed through the book. "We'd better start and get these punishments out of the way. Bend over my desk and lift your dress." I hesitated. Her hand shot out grabbing me by the ear and twisting me down making me howl and pulling over her desk. "How many spanks with the slipper for each of these offences girls?" "Six Miss Frobisher" they all chanted, giggling at the prospect. She lifted my skirt up, putting one hand firmly on my back and before I knew three fast swats with the slipper landed on my cheeks making me cry out. "And what must sissy do after each spank girls?" "Count the number and thank you Miss Frobisher." "Right we'll start again!" I was tempted to say how unfair it was as I didn't know but held my tongue. After eighteen further spanks I was a blubbering mess crying my eyes out. "Pathetic Poppy! You'd better get used to it, there'll be worse to come. Now stand in the corner with your hands on your head and your dress tucked into your panties to show off your red cheeks to the other girls." "Miss! Poppy's wearing pink panties instead of black ones!" called out one of the girls. "Thank you Simone. That's another black mark in the book. Right girls! Deportment Class today. Check you've got your 4" high heels on and then you can start Simone. Walk the length of the class. Head held up, straight back, hands daintily at your sides and tiny mincing steps and don't forget the book to balance on your head." She put the girls through their paces and then turned her attention back to me. "Poppy! Stand at the back of the class and I'll ask Simone to demonstrate how it's done. Then Simone and Daisy, our senior girls, can check how well you are doing and correct any mistakes." Almost as soon as I started the book slipped off my head and I was told off for not bending down correctly to pick it up. On and on went my torment as I made mistake after mistake. All the girls laughing at me. "Right girls! Break time. You are dismissed. Not you Poppy you can stay and practice some more." "Please Miss Frobisher can I go to the toilet" I asked politely. "Absolutely not! We've wasted enough time on you this morning." I was desperate as my aunties had given me three big bottles of milk for breakfast. I tried my best during break and could balance the book on my head better but the constant movement of the small mincing steps was getting too much for me. True to form, just after the other girls had returned from break, I could feel wetness in my panties and couldn't hold out any longer as a trickle of wee-wee ran down my leg. "Miss! Miss!" cried out Simone, "Poppy's wet her panties!" "This is too much! Simone and Daisy take her to Matron and take the punishment book with you. Ask Matron to send one of the nursery girls to clean up her mess. Put her in the Nursery changing room." Matron scowled at me. "Take off your dress, stockings and panties and climb on the changing table." I looked around and saw a large padded bench with numerous leather straps hanging down. They noticed my gaze. "That's to stop any wrigglers getting away," she said. I shamefacedly bowed my head. Daisy tightened a wide strap across my waist pinning me down to the table and then pulled my legs over my head and strapped my ankles to the top of the table so my bare bottom stuck up into the air, all exposed. Next I could feel hands rubbing soothing cream all over my sore bits. I gasped as a cool, slippery finger ran between my cheeks and pressed hard inside me. "Oh! you sissy slut! You love that don't you?" shrieked Daisy. Simone whispered in my ear, "as senior girls we help in the nursery, we can do anything we want to you. We can make your cheeks bulge with a fat dummy penis gag, put mittens on your hands so you can't undo anything, nappy you and torment you like the helpless little baby you are. If you're not in the nursery tonight, we have enough tricks up our sleeve to make sure you will be tomorrow. There will be no escape from us tormenting and teasing you." Matron put a large colourful nappy on me and the girls fixed it in place. Worse was to come as they held up a curly blonde wig, magenta sissy girl dress and bonnet and despite my squeals of protest soon had me dressed. They sat me in the corner with a dolly and teddy to play with. I saw myself in the mirror and was horrified at how short the dress was and how pathetic I looked with my bonnet and curls. How embarrassed I felt. "I'll give you three bottles of special formula for Sissy Baby Poppy's lunch. Take her to the dining room to see Miss Frobisher. I'll arrange a meeting with the Headmistress and her aunties to decide her future here." I was paraded through the dining room to much giggling from the girls and laughter from the staff. On the small stage was a blackboard and I was ordered by Miss Frobisher to take a piece of chalk and write neatly "I am Sissy Baby Poppykins. I wet my panties in class. I want my nappy" and then chant it loudly to the room in your best sissy voice", she said. Over and over I had to repeat it until the blackboard was full. I wanted to run away and hide but couldn't see any way to escape. At last I was taken to the corner where there were three highchairs and sat in the middle one. To one side was a tearful, bald, grown up, baby all wrapped up so she couldn't move sucking on a huge bottle of milk and on the other side another sissy girl like me in a powder blue dress and bonnet who gave me a quick smile under her dark curls and big brown eyes. I was relieved I wasn't the only one dressed like this. Simone and Daisy clipped the table to the frame around my waist and pushed my arms into sleeves on the highchair legs so I was helpless and couldn't move. Then they fed me the bottles, one milk, a green one of liquidised leaves and one more full of hormones and vitamins. After, I felt very full and drowsy and the next thing I knew I was waking up in a cot in Matron's changing room feeling very groggy. The sounds of peals of laughter greeted me, my aunties were highly amused hearing about my day with Miss Frobisher, the girls and Matron. I was helped into the nursery and sat on the floor with baby toys. I looked up into the wall mirror and saw I was hungrily sucking on my thumb feeling desperate for another bottle. What's happening to me? "Look at her. Isn't she just adorable?" Auntie said, pinching my cheeks and fluffing my ribbons and curls. "We start them off as totally helpless babies", explained Matron, "we have to do everything for them. Bottle-feed, nappies, tight mittens so they can't use their hands, dummied 24 hours a day and special booties to shape their feet so they can stand only in the very highest of high heels. On Friday's we show them off to all the mummies, aunties, sisters and friends. You are, of course, invited to join in with their spanking. Such fun!" ***
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