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He stood in the middle of the room, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and
excitement, what had Mummy decided to do with him tonight? Why had she called him at work and told him to be sure to be home early tonight? She had dressed him in a new party frock that he hadn’t seen before. It was high necked and made in pink satin with the hem barely covering the frilled matching baby knickers she had made. He was wearing matching mittens and booties along with a lovely baby bonnet which was tied in a large bow beneath his chin. She had him hobbled at the ankles with a short length of wide pink ribbon which allowed him to walk but only in short mincing steps. The pink leather reins completed his outfit and she loved the feeling of power they gave her when he crawled or minced around the house. To complete his outfit she had pulled four pairs of soft silky panties over his face, making it impossible for him to see where he was going and the pink leather reins gave her complete control over him as she had marched him downstairs and into the front room where, unbeknown to him, her guests were waiting! The four pairs of panties belonged to the four women who were now sitting and grinning at the poor helpless man who stood swaying slightly in front of them all, his excitement already obvious with the small tent that had formed in the front of his baby knickers. Mummy finally spoke, her mouth close to his right ear so he could hear through the panty barrier. ‘So Pansy, it’s been a year since you first laid across my lap wearing a baby nappy while I fed you your bottle and SO much has happened in that year that I thought we should mark the occasion and have a bit of a party and have some fun. Wont that be nice Pansy? She asked. His mind was racing excitedly, his wife, or Mummy when they played the baby games, wasn’t always totally to be trusted when it came to ‘having some fun’. Sometimes her idea of fun wasn’t the same as his, but as she repeatedly pointed out, it was he who wanted her to be in charge, so he would have to do what she wanted, and over the year she had slowly led him down a path which involved her the increased humiliation of him, but he found himself strangely increasingly excited by her. A stinging slap of the strap across the back of his bare defenceless legs brought him back from his meanderings. Another slap had him gasping in pain, ‘Yeth Mummy it will be luverly’, he lisped before she could use the strap again. Yes, well you had better behave yourself Pansy, I expect you to be on your very best behaviour as I have some guests who want to share in your celebration, wont that be nice? He was suddenly on edge , who was here? Who else was going to see him in his ridiculous little dress and booties and mittens, oh no it wasn’t fair, Mummy hadn’t warned him. P…P…Please Mummy, please don’t let other ladies see me like this Mummy he pleaded miserably. He suddenly felt hands pulling off a pair of the panties from his head. ‘I’ll take these back now Pansy’. He froze as he heard the familiar voice of his Mother in law, Cynthia. While his befuddled brain was trying to take this in he felt another pair of panties being pulled from his face, ‘And I’ll have mine back as well Pansy. I can see you enjoyed having them over your nose, I wore them yesterday for my squash match and haven’t washed them as a treat for you. Say thank you Aunty Susan, she laughed. Oh God no, this couldn’t be happening! It was his sister-in-law Susan, he couldn’t believe his wife could do this to him… Next another pair of knickers were gently eased off his head. ‘These are mine little Pansy, say thank like a good boy for me letting you wear them’ He nearly fainted, his misery was now complete. It was his wife’s youngest sister Diane who was a few years younger than him and had always been a bossy young lady. Finally, his wife stood before him and slid the last pair of panties from his face and he looked around to see the three women who were sitting in a circle around him, grinning wickedly, enjoying every moment of his humiliation and shame at being paraded before them in his pretty little baby dress and bonnet. ‘Oh, don’t you look cute for your Mummy, said Auntie Susan, obviously revelling in his embarrassment and shame. Did you make the outfit yourself Jane, Auntie Diane asked. No. Mummy made it for him, she replied looking across at his mother-in-law Cynthia, its lovely isn’t it. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Her whole family was there enjoying his humiliation and his mother-in-law had made the very dress and bonnet he was wearing. How long had she known what her daughter and he were doing? He must put a stop to this now. ‘J..Jane, look, this has got out of hand darling, he whined, It was just supposed to be a little game, the baby game, just you and me. You are Mummy and I’m baby Pansy. He looked around at the three other grinning women. It wasn’t supposed to involve the rest of your family Jane…….his wheedling voice trailed off as he saw the flash of anger on his wife’s face. How dare you speak to Mummy like that Pansy, she cried, pulling at his reins and dragging him towards her. When you are my baby Pansy you do as you’re told don’t you? She hissed threateningly. Realising that he was in no position to argue he quickly dropped his head and said ‘ Yeth Mummy, I’m thorry Mummy’ in the baby talk way she had encouraged him to speak. There, that’s much better Pansy, she said grinning at the others, now, we’re going to play a party game I’ve devised. It’s called, Pass the Pansy, she announced. The game is based on the children’s game of pass the parcel, she explained, but my game is a little different. My game is going to be SO much more fun than that, she said. In Mummy’s game Pansy will mince around in a circle with his eyes closed, singing ‘I’m a lickle Pansy, she announced to the ladies. Then, when Mummy claps her hands, Pansy will stop and then curtsey to whichever lady he is facing and will then ask them very nicely to punish him as he had been such a naughty little baby. That lady will then pick a card from the pack held by Mummy and whatever the card suit was would determine the method of the punishment, Hearts will be a hand spanking, Clubs will be a spanking with a wooden hairbrush, spades will be with the strap and Diamonds would mean that the person delivering the spanking could choose whatever implement they want, including having babykins held down across the chair by the rest of us while she canes him. Finally, the card number will determine the number of strokes Pansy will receive. As the women all laughed and clapped, she added that the cards under the value of six had been removed from the pack and that Jack would count as 11, The Queen 12, the King 13 and the Ace would be 15! They all looked at Pansy as he stood swaying slightly, his legs already turning to jelly, and tears already stinging his eyes as he looked imploringly at his wife. Please no Mummy, he begged, I wont be able to stand it Mummy, please….. But it was no use, Mummy stood arms folded glaring at him. Don’t you dare show me up in front of the family she barked. I’ve spent all year preparing you for tonight so don’t let me down, she warned, As he looked around at the other women he realised it was hopeless, he would just have to do as Mummy told him as he always did these days. Mummy pulled him into the centre of the room and then his ordeal started. Come on Pansy, spin around and sing for us, Mince Pansy Mince like the big baby you are , they all laughed as they grinned wickedly up at him. By the time he half heartedly started to try and spin around, tears were already running down his powdered cheeks. Mince Pansy and sing for us all, Mummy demanded, tell us all what you are. He struggled to turn, his hobbled legs making it difficult, but he slowly managed it. The strap came down with a sharp crack across the backs of his legs. Sing Pansy, sing like the big baby you are, Mummy cried. So, he was now turning slowly round in a mincing circle, his dress splayed wide, his knickers on view to everyone as he sang. I’m a lickle Pansy, I’m a lickle Pansy. Tears of humiliation and hopelessness ran silently down his cheeks as he turns and saw all the women grinning excitedly into his tear streaked face. Finally, Mummy clapped her hands together and he stopped and opened his eyes to look straight into the grinning face of his Mother in Law, Cynthia. Well Pansy what have you got to say to Nanny, because that’s what I am now isn’t it? If your wife is Mummy then I must be Nanny, isn’t that right? Yeth Nanny, he half croaked and half sobbed. P, P, pleath will you punish me Nanny, I,ve been a naughty lickle boy, he asked obediently. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with a excited glow. My, what have you been doing little Pansy, I hope that you haven’t been playing with your little baby willy again have you. Mummy says that you love doing that. His wife laughed, Oh yes, he loves playing with it don’t you Pansy, but he loves it even more if I do it for him while he lays over my lap don’t you Pansy? Nanny grinned up at him as she spoke. Well maybe Nanny will play with your little willy while you lay over my lap little Pansy, I expect you’d like that wouldn’t you, you pathetic little sissy, she laughed. Now, come to Nanny so I can pull down those pretty knickers that I made for you. He shuffled forward and she reached out and found the frilled waistband of the knickers before slowly pulling them down his legs until they hung loosely around his ankles where the ribbon hobble stopped them from falling to the floor. Oh look, they’re lined in plastic, just like real baby knickers, his Auntie Diane laughed as she ran her hand over the warm soft material. Yes, Nanny said, Mummy told me that he sometimes has little accidents when he’s dressed in his baby knickers, so I thought the plastic would help contain any little baby leakage he may have. Nanny then ran her hand gently across his exposed buttocks, enjoying the feeling of complete power she had over her pathetic little son in law as he stood shivering with excitement and fear before her. Pansy was struggling to control his emotions, his tears already sliding silently down his cheeks, his muffled sobs of hopelessness evident to all the ladies in the room. His wife had told him how her mother used to punish her and her sisters when they were naughty, and she told him that she had never hung back. As far as her mother was concerned a spanking wasn’t a proper spanking without tears, and Mother always insisted on lots of those! His wife laughed as he lay himself gingerly over his Nannies lap and felt her tie his wrists together behind his back with a length of wide pink ribbon. Time for Pansy to be given a good old fashioned Andrews family spanking Mummy, she laughed as they all leant forward in their seats to get a better view of his ordeal. Oh dear Pansy it’s the Ace of Hearts, 15 spanks on your bare bottom, his Mummy announced, holding a card for all to see, as they all laughed excitedly. Pansy could contain himself no longer, p..pp ..pleath don’t do this Nanny, I’ll be a good girl for you, pleath…. he lisped helplessly, but his words only succeeded in making the four women more excited and determined to reduce the little wimp to tears. His mother-in-law yanked him further across her lap so that he couldn’t escape, then wriggled a little to get herself comfortable before bringing her hand down sharply across his bared bottom with a load SPANK. His Mummy wife had spanked him on several occasions over the past year but never like this. After half a dozen hard stinging slaps he was in tears. His sobs were then interspersed with his pleading to her to stop the spanking. Of pleath, pleath Nanny, he cried, pleath stop, I pwomise to be a good girl he begged, between his increasingly loud cries. Finally the spanking was over and he lay sobbing over her lap. Huge great hopeless sobs escaped from his mouth as Nanny finally managed to gather some control over herself. God, she had enjoyed that SO, SO much, she wanted to do it again, but there was no rush, they had all afternoon to play with him, all evening too if they so wished. Poor, Poor Pansy wasn’t going anywhere, was he? No, Poor Pansies life was never going to be the same, not with four strong dominant women to look after him. What a poor, poor, lucky little boy he was wasn’t he! ***
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