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Billy’s Fault – Epilogue

This story is written by Les Lea

The following morning a very timid Aaron appeared back at the Southall’s, any hope that his parents might re-think his punishment permanently banished from his head.

When he’d got home all he could see were reminders of the ‘timetable’ pinned up around the house so he was under no illusion that his situation had not changed. However, his mother Julia had taken on board what Lizzie had said about his attitude changing once she’d disciplined him. So, after his bath, but before his night time nappy was applied, she instructed his father to make sure Lizzie never had a problem with his defiance again.

A severe spanking was given until he pleaded with them to stop and promised to be on his best behaviour… ALL THE TIME. Whilst his father spanked him Julia gave instructions on how his behaviour was to change and, with the enforcement of constantly reminding him of his baby status, made sure that’s what he begged for before it his current punishment would stop.

They extracted a promise to be civil and helpful to everyone at the Southall’s, he had to beg to be put into his nappy and plastic pants and from that point on he was to call them mummy and daddy at all times.

So, once she’d extracted all these promises her contrite little boy asked in a soft whimper to be put into his night time nappy. Julia made sure that his groin was covered in a new warming balm (to help with the smarting bottom he was enduring), a well stuffed nappy and heavy thick rubber pants.

Aaron cried throughout all these proceedings but eventually knew that unless he complied with everything he was being told, this same, and perhaps worse, punishment would continue night after night… and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

The following morning a de-pubed and very regretful little baby Aaron was put into clothes he would now wear for ‘summer camp’ – it was a much thicker nappy and tighter baby-print plastic pants. He was ashamed of what he looked like but had been told to apologise to Lizzie for her having to discipline him and give a loud, firm and public promise to be helpful and obedient to whatever she demanded.

He now knew what Davey and Billy had been through and the sudden realisation by Mitch that he would be next if he didn’t behave had a very cooling effect on his future attitude.

All the boys had lost their pubic hair and each had been given a special baby pink ‘Summer Camp’ t-shirt with their name and cartoon animal under it. Matching shorts were allowed when they went out anywhere, offering a modicum of coverage and the girls often took them into town shopping with them and on picnic treats to the park or somewhere different.

However, one problem kept springing up; the boys would often got excited when being changed, their eleven year old bodies developing even if they were treated as toddlers.

Meanwhile, Edward Swinton had kept the supply of ‘healthy and rejuvenating drinks’ coming so ensuring that each boy would wet on a regular basis. All the parents just thought the boys had decided that, as they were treated as babies, and as they were already wearing nappies, they might just as well use them.

All the boys woke to sodden nappies so, whether it was Mr Swinton’s elixir, the pesky microbes or being comatose meant they had no chance of waking when the need arose, they were not going to be out of wearing night time protection for a long, long time.

When they occasionally messed themselves it was put down to that nasty bacterium having a final fling. Edward was just so happy that he could supply their parents with a never ending supply of new childish products.

When Lizzie had mentioned the boy’s erections to her mother, Sandra had asked the pharmacist if there was anything to be done. There were various things he could prescribe but, he thought as an act of even more theatre, perhaps the boys should wear chastity devices. Once he’d explained how they worked and that by locking the boys in and keeping the key, she would have even more control over what the boys did, she quite liked the idea.

Sandra discussed this with the other parents and, despite the men of the family’s not being keen, the end result was that it would happen. So, as the boys slept after being given a potent knockout drug, they were each equipped with a cunning, locked pink plastic device (which Mr Swinton recommended) where the mother would keep the key.

The pube-less boys were none too happy about this change in their last link to being big 6th graders but no tears or tantrums were allowed without severe repercussions, so they just had to put up with the frustration and lack of access.

They were warned that tampering with it would cause permanent damage as, sneakily, the plastic base slipped around their ball very easily but, should it be pulled forward in an attempt to remove it whilst still locked, there were pins that dug into the baser of the balls offering excruciating pain.

The boys only ever attempted such removal once.

The girls were a lot happier now their little penises had been contained and mentioned how much tidier things were now everything was restrained behind a cute piece of plastic engineering.

The boy’s padded bottoms could often be seen around town, which got the place talking about this unusual punishment. However, before too long the requests were coming in from many quarters for other children to be allowed access to the ‘Summer Camp’ or a tutorial on how to make it work on their kids.

Sandra was inundated with requests. It seemed that Edward Swinton had been correct, it was a very popular way of dealing with wayward boys and one that parents seemed keen to embrace.
Once school started, and a new term offered a new beginning the boys were eager to lose the trappings of babyhood. Unfortunately for them, such had been the conditioning and Mr Swinton’s special drinks, that none of the boys knew just when they would pee so they all suffered wet pants on that first day back.

The entire school now knew about their punishment and though they were glad it hadn’t happened to them, each grade was only too happy to take the piss out of the now constantly wearing ‘nappy boys’. In fact, their spontaneous leakage meant that their parents doubled the thickness to see them through the long school day. Bulky padding and slinky plastic pants greeted them every morning, whilst their school chums greeted them with baby taunts and laughter.

Their punishment saw no end soon.

For Billy things had changed from the beginning of the long school break. He no longer was the brash, annoying, loudmouth either at home or school. Once home he was quickly stripped out of his school uniform, a change of the inevitable wet nappy and placed back in his more juvenile attire. This is how his mother and sisters preferred to see him and in many ways it was how he liked to be.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 11

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Billy’s Fault Part 11

This story is written by Les Lea

Now that first communal change was out of the way Lizzie was of the opinion, which she shared with the other girls, that all a boy needed to feel good about himself was a dry nappy. Her friends sniggered in agreement. She’d been in her element, controlling and capable and, after dealing with Aaron’s little rebellion, pleased at just how quickly the other boys came to heel.

But things were changing… again… and not just nappies.

Once the boy’s wet padding was transformed to dry, and with their obvious embarrassment behind them, they seemed a little more at ease. Whereas Billy and Dave had been fairly quick to realise they had little option, it was now dawning on Mitch and Aaron that this was how things were going to be from now on… or until their parents had a massive re-think.

Although they’d been terrified of others seeing them dressed in such a fashion, now they were all together it didn’t seem too bad. As the boys were all in the same boat, reduced to wearing protection and nothing else, it was amazing just how quickly they began to accept the situation.

Any thought of rebellion from this small group of heavily nappied boys was already fading as they saw the inevitability of what was going on around them. With their parents all of a similar mind and nowhere they’d feel safe running off to, ‘summer camp’ was all they had.

Yes, they’d hated being changed by strangers but had to swallow any pride (and modesty) because they simply had no choice. The way Lizzie had dealt with Aaron had chastened them all and the fact that these girls were a lot stronger than they appeared had come as a surprise; tantrums and acting tough were not the answer. Lizzie had certainly surrounded herself with friends who weren’t to be messed with and could hold their own in any fight – all three were quite formidable.

The feelings of awkwardness around each other was gradually disappearing and the fact that they’d all soaked their nappies whilst napping had made it a level playing field for humiliation. Even Dave’s messy one had been dealt with without so much as a scrunched up nose by the rest of the gang.

They’d all been in a similar situation over the past few days.

#

Dee-Dee had gone off to play more with Beth so Dave had to join in with the lads. He was still very sheepish but Billy made that extra effort to make him feel he wasn’t alone.

“I think Aaron and Mitch think there’s a way out of this…” Billy indicated his plastic pants to a nodding Dave. “I’m not so sure as I’ve never seen mum, or Lizzie for that matter, more intent on anything.”

Dave’s constantly weepy-looking eyes and submissive shrug meant he understood. He should do as he and Billy had definitely suffered the worst retribution for their misdemeanours. With very powerful and unyielding females taking the lead they really had little alternative but to do as directed if worse wasn’t to follow.

Once all the boys had been changed and were back together in their small group it was Dave who quietly suggested that to get through this punishment without too much aggravation, perhaps it would be best to cooperate. Although there were murmurs of discontent he pointed out that whilst all their parents were ardently supportive of what was happening, without making matters worse, they were in no position to defy anyone.

“But it’s just fucking ridiculous.” Mitch hissed through his teeth, aware he didn’t want the girls to hear him cussing. “I’m not going to let them do this to me… it’s not right… it’s illegal… I’m….”

He saw Nancy looking suspiciously over at him so immediately stopped his quiet, if intense tirade.

The heat from Aaron’s spanked bottom was just beginning to ease so although he agreed with his friend, he didn’t want to take up the fight.

Dave countered the argument saying that someone else changing their nappies was better than wondering around in a messy one and, after what had happened to Aaron, his contention was: did they really want to continually get spanked?

He was of the opinion they should just suck it up and try to get through the ordeal as quickly as possible and, more importantly, with the least amount of physical abuse.

Although there was no bright side to their situation he did also advance that it could be worse – at least they were together in private and not out where anyone could see them. So, perhaps for the sake of just getting through it all, they should knuckle down and do just that. A nappy wasn’t so bad, was it?

However, sniggering and baby talk from the girls had set them on edge so they wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.

#

This wasn’t going to be that easy because, almost immediately, the girls were enjoying their incredible power so were constantly checking for wet nappies. According to the timetable they had no intention of changing them (unless they’d messed) but were happy to make the boys feel uncomfortable, which they succeeded in so doing.

Despite this attention soon the boys were playing a game of Shilpha’s suggestion and the girls were joining in. Even Beth and Dee-Dee abandoned their dolls so they could be involved.

What they were all unaware of was the pharmacist’s contribution and just how keen he was in spreading this new punishment inspired ideology. The drink they’d had at lunchtime had released a chemical which was still in their system; it hadn’t all been peed out during naptime.

It was Dee-Dee who wet her knickers first. Without any warning she suddenly found pee streaming down her legs. She had no control and was extremely embarrassed by what was happening.

She stood, horrified to the spot as her socks, as well as her knickers became completely sodden by the sudden flow.

Beth looked on in astonishment as her friend lost control and burst into tears. Dee-Dee had no idea why she wet but it was one of the reasons she’d been wearing her own protection in the past, to prevent such a calamity. She’d seen it happen to Billy in those early days and it had scared her into believing the best prevention was protection. Now, and for no reason, it had happened, in front of her friend and this group of well-padded boys. She rushed off red-faced back to her own room with Lizzie in pursuit.

#

The pharmacist, Edward Swinton had big ideas. He’d loved Sandra’s suggestion of the ‘Summer Camp’ for naughty or rebellious children and was letting this idea percolate amongst some of his new customers. He realised that the long break meant many arguments and disruption in families with parents and children at odds.

Determined to make as much money out of this idea as possible he launched an online chat group discussing such things as – disruptive children, punishment, regressive behaviour and a host of other thoughts. He added a ‘What If’ feature, where he set out, without naming any such programme existed, the very things Sandra was doing with her unruly son and his friends.

It was soon obvious that had Sandra launched her idea citywide she would have been swamped by the response, many of the respondents to the feature begging for such a ‘Summer Camp’ to exist. Some desperate for a place to unload their troublesome offspring, even if that meant them spending the entire break in nappies.

If Sandra wasn’t going to take up this golden opportunity Edward was of the opinion that where there was a market, a fortune could be made so had every intention, one way or another, to make this ‘rehabilitating’ concept available to all.

#

Meanwhile, the mad summer break that all of them, in some form or other, had hoped for only a short time ago was now a different prospect. Lizzie had been grateful for what had happened. It was her scheme to have her brother and sister in nappies after all, but, even she was surprised at how intense it had gotten and so soon. She was actually indebted that on this first day, her friends had arrived to help (take the piss?) only to find they had so quickly got involved.

The girls were part of a little clique at school which had Lizzie at its head; an already highly intelligent group who knew how to control situations way above their age definition. They had succeeded in doing so both at home and at school, often without the target being any the wiser after the event. Smart, informed, enthusiastic, adaptable but ultra-confident in their abilities to manipulate most situations to their own ends… they were more than a little intimidating.

Lizzie was confident that her friends would enjoy the process of taking a group of pubescent boys back to babyhood if for no other reason it would help alleviate the boring bits of a long summer holiday.

Perceptions were changing almost by the minute. What was fun and humiliating one moment was something to be cherished and protected the next. All those involved were amazed at how Sandra’s idea, and the execution of that idea, affected each of them. For some it would be the beginning of a completely new way of life, whilst for others it would point to a different direction to the one they were planning.

All the girls were growing up and with that came a change in their hormonal make-up so, it might not have been as drastic a change as it appeared. Surprisingly, none of the girls realised the changes that were going on with each other and, not dissimilar to the boy’s attitude, kept these minor personal revelations to themselves.

#

Within twenty minutes of each other all the boys had wet their nappies again. None knew it was their ‘special’ lunchtime drink to blame but all could now feel that same drink sloshing warmly around their genitals. As if a pact had been drawn up, none of them said a word, although each had suddenly felt a slight pang in their bladder before the deluge.

As they were embarrassed about wetting themselves so soon after being changed the boys kept quiet and carried on as if nothing had happened. Stupidly, they didn’t realise their plastic protection tightened around the expanding mass underneath so when Lizzie returned, with her well-padded sister, she took one look and ordered them to line up in front of her.

Dee-Dee felt a lot better now she was dry and well protected. Beth, who could now see with her own eyes, the amount of padding her friend was wearing thought she looked like a big toddler.

Dee-Dee didn’t mind the comment; she was just grateful that Lizzie had given in and let her wear her insurance in case it happened again.

Beth stroked the slippery plastic cover and marvelled at the thickness underneath but other than that, they simply got on playing together. Although, at the back of the visiting six year-old’s mind she wondered if she might need similar treatment. She didn’t want it, she was a big girl, but her friend looked so happy so it was inevitable her mind should ponder the prospect.

Meanwhile, the boys didn’t want to go through the embarrassment again. Lizzie was quite happy to leave them until their nappies were even more soaked but Shilpha argued that it was ‘unkind’ to leave them like that, especially as nappy rash was a real possibility. She explained how her younger brother and sister had problems because of being left for too long.

Off course none of this was true she just wanted to make her case so that they could change the boys again and watch them squirm in humiliation as they got to work. She got her way.

There was a mumble of discontent from some whilst others, Dave and Billy, just went ahead and let themselves be changed. This time it was a different girl who saw to their needs.

#

Over the last few days there had been a definite change in Billy’s attitude to what he was being subjected to. Whether this was some mental appreciation of his involvement in it all, or he had simply been beaten down??? Now there was no argument, just simple acquiescence.

It was no longer purely Billy’s fault.

His lifetime’s rejection of any female authority and his fight to prove his own predominance had, in such a short time, been crushed. The bugs in the stomach, the sodden nappies and his childish outbursts had proved he needed his mummy, Lizzie and to a certain extent Dee-Dee, more than he would ever have previously acknowledged.

When he was at his lowest, it was they who had tended keeping him clean and dry and now, well now, he just thought it was the way it ought to be. He was no longer the leader of his little band of eleven year-old tough guys, he’d become what his mother and sisters had intended, their little, cooperative, baby boy.

The humiliation just wasn’t there anymore.

It wasn’t so much he liked it or approved of it; it was just the way things had turned out. It was what it was and his thick nappy and sheer plastic pants merely emphasised that simple fact.

Rebellion, anger and frustration had got him nowhere but now, as he slid his hands over the bulky shiny protection, he had to admit – he didn’t have to fight any more.

Dave of course had been beaten into submission so he wasn’t going to fight what course of action others decided. He knew conflict was a bad and very painful cause to pursue.

Both were changed efficiently but had to bear the childish baby talk the girls inflicted on them (and between themselves) as the jobs were undertaken.

“Whose little pee-pee needs a good wash?” “Who needs his plastic panties then… mmm?” “Who’s a good boy? Yes he is, yes he is.” “Where’s that sweet little Davey? There he is.”

Plus an assortment of other such infantile comments directed at them didn’t raise so much as a frown. In fact, it has to be said that both Dave and Billy had nervously giggled throughout and seemed not to care any more about whom did what, why, when or how.

#

Nancy had taken to Billy and admired his thick protection. She, like Shilpha, thought he looked adorable. With him being so much smaller than the others, his babyish style of dress only emphasised just how cute he looked.

She reflected on how much it suited him and wondered why Lizzie had complained about her noisy and annoying brother in the past. He was a little sweetie and looked every inch as if he should be wrapped in protection on a permanent basis. She enjoyed the process of fitting a clean and dry, but well-padded, nappy in place, tickling his tummy and repeating her puerile cooing as she did so. She only wished she had a dummy or a teddy to give him to play with. Perhaps on her next visit she’d bring a few extra things that might keep her… him amused.

Shilpha had taken to Davey. Out of the four boys he had the aura and façade of a mistreated street urchin. Not that he was dirty or anything, it was just his big brown eyes and worried expression made him a particularly sensitive looking character.

Shilpha loved having complete authority over this eleven year old; to be able to wipe his naked body clean, smear in the various protecting creams and lotions and apply powder to his badly striped bottom (the painful process of how he got to be so subservient was still pretty obvious) made her feel sorry for him. She paid attention to his well-disciplined bottom, making sure the correct rejuvenating and antiseptic cream was applied to those tender looking bruises.

Not that she would ever admit it because despite the girls having all the power, and loving that power, she was more sympathetic than she thought she’d be. Now the reality of them being treated as babies and the work that involved, the actual embarrassment quotient was not quite as important. Perhaps it was their total vulnerability, and now she was charged with care of that vulnerability, it had somehow changed her perceptions.

#

“Mitch, Aaron,” Lizzie said in a very authoritative voice. “I don’t want to put any more black marks against your names today but, if you don’t come over here immediately I shall have no alternative.”

She peered over at Aaron with a concerned look.

“I’m sure your daddy… and mummy,” she made it sound very childish, “will not be happy to see that you were the only one of the group to get so may black marks. I’d hate to think what they’ll do…”

She left that threat hanging there just long enough for Aaron to move over and lay out on the changing mat in front of her.

“That’s better. Just do as you are told and everything will go well.” She swept her hand over the boys. “I don’t want to have to remind anyone again.”

Whatever comments were going through the boy’s minds at that moment can only be guessed because no one said a word.

“Unless of course you prefer a soggy nappy and enjoy walking around in your own wee.”

As the boys wriggled uncertainly, she seemed satisfied at her comments.

“We’re here to help keep you clean and dry so it’s in your best interest to cooperate fully. Do you understand?”

They may have been reluctant to reply but she wanted them to admit who was in charge. Eventually she got a “Yes Lizzie” from all of them.

#

The rest of the afternoon of this first day passed off without any further disruptions. In fact, Summer Camp was all going relatively brilliantly so when the first parent arrived, Aaron’s mum Julia, to take her boy home, she was intrigued to watch for a few moments as her son was smiling and having a pretend tea party with the rest of the group.

It had been a little game that Beth had suggested and so as to keep on Lizzie (and the black marks) good side, all of them had indulged the six year-old. The problem was the older girls were enjoying the silliness of the situation. They all adopted snooty accents pretending they were aristocracy and looking down on the riff-raff before them. The thing was, despite everything, it was all very funny and some of the comments were hilarious and had the boys rolling around in hysterics. It was a great game, which everyone was having fun with.

The thick padding and rustling plastic pants had all but been forgotten as laughter filled the air. It was strange because, the humiliation the older girls had wanted to instil in the boys had also taken a place on the back-burner. Although they were definitely in charge, they were enjoying the occasion as much as the boys were doing. Even their constant inspection didn’t seem to be an intrusion any more. In fact, the boys appeared to like the girls running their hands over the smooth plastic and slipping fingers inside to check. Well, that is except for Mitch who was still a little apprehensive about the entire thing.

As soon as Aaron saw his mother watching he froze. He didn’t want his parents to think he was enjoying the situation and was holding secret thoughts that perhaps, on the drive home, he could convince them to exact another, different punishment.

“Don’t stop sweetie,” she called out to her suddenly sullen looking boy. “I have to speak to Lizzie so you finish your game first.”

She smiled and waved him on as Lizzie and her broke away from the others for a chat.

Aaron looked scared. He’d been disciplined by Lizzie and he knew what that meant, he’d been told enough times.

He saw his mother look over as she spoke to Lizzie and her expression change from one of happiness to one of disappointment.

#

“I’m afraid Mrs Carter that to begin with Aaron didn’t settle in very well. He accrued several black marks for his attitude and swearing and I had to take action. I spanked him.”

Mrs Carter just nodded and looked over at her son.

“I have to say that after that incident he, and the rest of the boys, calmed down and although he wet at nap time, which was expected, he’s been as good as gold since.”

Lizzie finished her update with a reassuring smile but it was obvious that Aaron’s mother had other thoughts in her head.

“He calmed down once he’d been disciplined you say?”

“Yes ma’am. He was very well behaved.”

“OK, his father and I will see that he is no further trouble to you, erm, girls… er… I didn’t know others would be involved…”

“Oh yes. The Summer Camp has a few of my friends volunteering to help and it seems that the boys have reacted well to them.”

“Ohh I see.”

Lizzie wasn’t exactly lying but it also wasn’t quite the truth.

“Yes, we’re all excited about the weeks ahead.”

Julia nodded and gave her a weak smile.

“OK Aaron, time to go. Say good bye to your friends and thank the girls for looking out for you.”

Nervously he got up and made his way over to his mother. His nappy was soaked and the plastic covering bloated out. Oddly, he’d peed in his nappy the moment she had arrived and he could tell from her current expression she was not happy with him. Perhaps he wouldn’t mention a different punishment until he was home and his dad was around.

In silence they set off.

As Aaron wriggled uncertainly in his squishy nappy his mother was glad she had pinned up the timetable on the fridge and his bedroom door. She was determined that he would obey each and every bit of what was set down and, after his 7pm bath, his bottom would be that teaching pad.

#

Lizzie saw her mother arrive and greeted her with a hug.

“How’s it all gone sweetheart?”

Lizzie smiled.

“Not bad for a first day…”

They walked over to where the rest of the group were still playing and Sandra looked down on the array of swollen rubber pants. The three remaining boys looking in a much better mood than when she left them and marvelled at how Shilpha and Nancy had got involved.

The smiles on everyone’s face told her it was a job well executed and as she thought this, Billy ran over to give her a huge loving hug.

“Mummeee.”

Dee-Dee followed and said, almost mimicking her brother.

“Mummy.”

Sandra patted both their padded, silky bottoms and kissed the top of their heads.

Mitch and Davey looked up and nervously grinned.

“Hello Mrs Southall.” They chorused.

They were obviously still a little embarrassed by their predicament but appeared to be simply getting on with making the most out of their situation. Besides that, the girls were keeping them occupied and they didn’t want to disappoint them.

Sandra nodded to her eldest. “Well you seem to have everything under control, well done sweetheart.”

Lizzie shared the secret of her success with her mother as she whispered. “All a baby really needs to be happy is a dry nappy”.

Sandra raised her eyebrows.

“Ohh, and a strict routine… just so they know there are limits.” Lizzie added.

Sandra patted her son’s and daughter’s padded bottoms once more and sent them back to play with the others.

Billy’s thick plastic pants identifying his ‘little boy’ status and even the bigger boys appeared to have accepted much of their punishment, crawling around on hands and knees wearing just their thick protection. The entire scene of grown up girls and juvenile boys playing together filled her full of pride.

She sighed in satisfaction.

She hoped it wouldn’t be too long before the girls, Lizzie’s team (she smiled at the thought), would soon be leading the small group of contrite boys on outings into town and beyond. She didn’t want them cooped up in the house and garden for the rest of the school break, that wouldn’t be fair. She also had an idea that they might not be too keen on being out and about wearing their nappies. However, the way things were going, it wouldn’t be too long before the boys realised they didn’t get a say in proceedings and conceded their eleven year-old lives were a thing of the past.

A feeling of accomplishment swept through her body.

She had been right to do what she’d done and, with the continued help of Lizzie and her friends, knew the boys were in firm but understanding hands. Nappies and plastic pants had been the solution to reining in unsocial behaviour and it didn’t hurt that they looked so innocent and sweet as a result.

She looked across at the washing line and saw Billy’s nappies and plastic pants flapping in the late afternoon breeze and couldn’t help but think it was a price that had been worth paying. She’d got her little boy back.

She didn’t get the opportunity to question for how long when her phone rang.

Edward the chemist informed her that a fresh batch of innovative protection had arrived and… wanted to meet up as he had some exciting new proposals.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 10

Epilogue

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Billy’s Fault Part 10

This story is written by Les Lea

Unknown to anyone except Edward Swinton (who had come up with this subterfuge), earlier Sandra had organised a slightly ‘doctored’ strawberry mix for when Lizzie made the boys their lunchtime drink. The planned flavoursome milkshake had a couple of additives that the chemist was sure would aid the boys into nap time and help release any control over their bladders. So, without even letting Lizzie in on it, the chemist made sure the boys were very wet by the time they woke up.

Despite the doctor advising Sandra from giving the boys dairy products Edward had convinced her that it was now safe for them to drink milk. He said this ‘delicious’ mix would put back vitamins and minerals that their illness had drained them of but, if things worsened, there was another special blend that could be included in juice that would also be helpful to their recovery.

He, like Sandra, wanted them to observe the timetable, become reliant on their nappies and dependent on adults. He wanted them to realise the necessity for them all.

Sandra had been easily swayed by the very persuasive chemist who saw it as further punishment for naughty boys, although he had no intention of telling her the truth about the yummy mix.

No, this was one little aspect of the enterprise he was keeping close to his chest. The less Sandra and the other parents knew about it, the better.

To Edward, it was just a little insurance to get the lads to cooperate. However, the bacteria still in their system continued to occasionally have fun at their host’s expense, so it wasn’t always necessary. Whilst the boys still wet and messed they could hardly complain about being treated as little kids… well that’s how Edward saw it.

After lunch the boys had been reluctant to have a nap. Aaron grumbled about being eleven and not needing a nap but Lizzie merely pointed to the timetable and said he was obviously wrong.

Eventually, she coaxed them onto various blankets set out under an awning so they could have some shade and insisted they at least rested.

Davey had gone very quietly and, with Dee-Dee in tow, quickly settled himself down next to her. Billy had also gone without so much as a shrug so it was up to Lizzie’s evil stare to finally convince the other two to take their place and settle down.

Despite them not being happy about it all, ultimately, and because of the heat and hectic play, Lizzie’s charges did fall asleep. She took great delight in watching over them and seeing the plastic cushion of their protection making them look like a bunch of big kindergarteners.

Unaware of the chemist’s little addition to the milkshakes Lizzie was surprised at how quickly they all fell asleep. Thankfully she hadn’t had any milkshake herself although Dee-Dee had. However, it was with a sense of relief that she saw them all slowly slipping into a good long nap.

She knew that maybe, apart from Billy, all the others were already soaked but that they would no doubt be even wetter once they lost any control whilst napping. Thanks to the doctored brew, she was correct. In one particular quiet moment she could hear the faint noise of pee meeting an already soaked nappy. The way Aaron was squirming, together with a look of sleepy satisfaction on his face; she assumed it must have been him. Of course, throughout their nap all the boys had added a fresh reservoir of pee to their padding. Unbeknownst to Dee-Dee she had also wet her knickers.

Resting amongst the other boys made it apparent just how small Billy was. His three friends seemed to have grown and looked ungainly wearing their protection, whilst on Billy it didn’t look out of place at all. In fact, if he’d been lying next to Dee-Dee he would have looked nearer her age than his friends. Lizzie wondered if he was still their ‘leader’ or if that position didn’t exist now they all had to wear nappies.

There was something else that perhaps went unnoticed by the small group of boys and that was Billy actually whispered a ‘Thank you’ to Lizzie after she’d changed him. Of course he’d thanked her in the past, his mother had insisted that he maintain his manners (under threat of a spanking), but now he’d done it without thinking in front of his mates. It was a very subtle change in his behaviour.

#

Whilst the boys slept a couple of Lizzie’s friends came over to see exactly what it was she was up to. She’d already sketched an outline of her ‘babysitting’ job for the summer but now it was a reality, her school mates wanted to see that she wasn’t exaggerating. Fifteen year-old Nancy had brought her little sister, six year-old Beth along to play with Dee-Dee and Shilpha, a mischievous, but the most beautiful girl in tenth grade, stared at the slumbering boys in disbelief. Both girls took out their mobile phones and started taking photos.

Never had they seen anything quite so disconcerting, yet unbelievably adorable. The girls smiled as Lizzie told them why they had been reduced to wearing nothing but protection and both visitors wished it was their overbearing brothers who were on the receiving end of such a fate. However, four well-padded eleven year-olds snoozing away was more than enough for them to want to be involved in Lizzie’s business.

Nancy had been friends with Lizzie since they started school together but Shilpha had been a surprising addition to their slowly expanding gang. It was said that Shilpha’s mother had been some kind of Miss India in her youth and, judging by the fine bone structure and dusky complexion of her daughter, that wasn’t difficult to believe. However, once Shilpha was relieved from the shackles of Asian home-life, she tended to immerse herself in rebelling at school in the only way she could.

Her grades were high, she looked stunning but needed something as an edge and found she got that by being in the company of the very ‘outrageous’ Lizzie.

Nancy and Lizzie were similar spirits and quite happy to take on the boys at their own game, whereas, Shilpha was far more astute. Boys, and many teachers, were in awe of her beauty, whilst her demure deportment and low voice, big eyes and shy smile were all used to great effect in deflecting suspicion away from the things she did. If the truth was known, Shilpha was far more cunning than Lizzie, whereas Lizzie was simply confrontational and angry.

Lizzie explained about the timetable and how all of them were under a strict regime that meant specific times for what they could do, where they could go and what would happen to them. The girls thought it was a wonderful idea and hoped it worked and when they were told that nap time was almost over they became quite animated.

Noting the timetable, and the fact that Lizzie was already organising a small pile of materials for each boy in preparation, they expressed a desire to help with the changes. Their friend could think of no good reason, as both had younger siblings whom they had changed at some time or other, for them not to be involved.

#

Dee-Dee was the first up, gently shaken by Beth who wanted to play. It took a few moments for her to get her bearing’s but then realised that she’d actually wet herself whilst napping. She knew she should have worn a nappy and now it was too late. Angrily she went inside, cleaned herself up and because Beth was waiting changed into another pair of nylon knickers. However, she decided that in future she’d wear protection like the boys, she hated the thought of waking up and seeing she’d peed everywhere.

She and Beth collected a couple of dolls from her room and took them outside to play. Dee-Dee’s visitor asked why Billy and his friends were dressed as babies.

“They’ve all been very naughty,” she whispered, “which made them wet themselves. So… now… they have to wear…” She indicated their puffy plastic pants.

“Oh… I haven’t worn a nappy since I was two.” She said proudly.

“I don’t mind,” Dee-Dee said with a shrug.

Beth didn’t really understand what her friend was saying so they just went and found a spot in the sun slightly away from the sleeping gang, and began a game with their dollies.

#

Aaron was the first of the boys to wake up, surprised that he’d actually fallen asleep and feeling a finger poking at the front of his nappy. It took a couple of seconds to realise it was Lizzie checking on just how wet he was, so it was with alarm that he swatted her hand away at the same instant he saw the other grinning girls.

“Hey… what’s going on?”

“Well sweetie, you’re soaking wet and it’s time for a nappy change.”

Lizzie smiled sweetly and inferred he should lie out and let her get on with it.

“But, but, ermmm… I can do it myself…” Then through gritted teeth added, “I don’t need a fucking audience.”

The girls crowded around as Lizzie placed her hand firmly on his chest.

“You don’t get to make that decision and what did your parents say about arguing with me.”

Her fiery stare made Aaron gulp but he wasn’t done protesting. He knew who these other girls were. He knew them from school but most of all he didn’t like the fact that Shilpha, the most stunning girl in school (and possibly the world), was inspecting him wearing a nappy – a soaked nappy at that.

Once again Lizzie tried to grip the top of his bloated plastic pants but he wasn’t having it.

“There’s no fucking way I’m getting my nap… er, ummm, no way is this going to happen with people watching.”

And he gripped defensively onto his shiny pants.

Meanwhile, the others began to come round from their nap. They were also stunned to see that Lizzie’s friends had arrived, which made them try to conceal their own bloated protection.

Meanwhile, they watched the proceedings with Aaron intently.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Voiced a suspicious sounding Dave.

“My friends are here to help.”

“But, but, errrmmm… what… ummm…”

#

Whatever it was that Dave wanted to say didn’t make it out as he watched Lizzie get up and put three more black marks against Aaron’s name.

“That makes five Aaron and you know what happens when you reach that number don’t you?”

This time Lizzie fixed him with a steely stare. He certainly didn’t want a spanking now, in front of these girls or for that matter in front of his friends.

“Look,” he said trying to appeal to her, “I was taken by surprise that’s all but, no one said that there’d be other people involved… er… can’t I just…”

Lizzie stood towering over him and repeated. “Babies don’t get to decide when and where they’re changed, as long as it’s by a responsible adult and, as far as you’re concerned,” she emphasised the word, “my friends are way more adult than any of you.”

She stared intimidatingly at the small but worried looking group of boys almost daring them to argue. All she could really see were a group of eleven year-olds trying desperately to hide their swollen protection from her friends.

“You’re all soaking wet.”

She wasn’t prepared to take any nonsense from them, nor was she willing to have her authority flouted in front of her mates.

“As you can see from the timetable, it’s time to change your sodden nappies… and that’s just what’s going to happen.”

Meanwhile, she called Dee-Dee over who had been quietly playing with Beth and whispered something, which sent her off into the house.

Lizzie was in her element now she could bully and scare kids and immediately saw how the boys adopted defensive rather than aggressive positions.

They were all scared and the initial bluster had quietened down to just discontented mumblings.

“Aaron you’ll be first, you’re very saturated and if we leave it you’ll get a rash and neither you nor your parents will be pleased about that. Now stop fussing like a two year-old.”

He tried to scramble away but with a nod from Lizzie her two girlfriends grabbed an arm each and pinned him down. She sat on his legs and immediately pulled his plastic pants down his wriggling legs. He was pleading with her to stop and was surprised at how strong the girls were as they held him firm despite his squirming body.

“Please, please… PLEASE…” Aaron pleaded but his shiny pants were already resting down by his ankles and Lizzie was pulling away at the tapes.

“Stop fidgeting you silly boy… the sooner we get this done the sooner you’ll be able to go and play.”

She made it sound like he was a tot throwing a tantrum over nothing.

“You can’t stay in something this wet you’ll get a terrible rash. Now stop it” She added firmly.

She pulled away the sodden disposable, which in truth wouldn’t have lasted another wetting, and revealed his genitals.

Aaron, embarrassed, was crying now and had his eyes tightly closed hoping that the humiliation would soon be over. What he missed was the arrival back of Dee-Dee armed with her mother’s ‘spanking spoon’.

Pinned down by the girls he’d more or less given up trying to stop what was happening. In so doing he relaxed slightly and Lizzie took the opportunity to climb off his legs and pull his feet back over his head. This made his naked bottom an easy target for what was to come next.

Six swift smacks with the wooden spoon soon had Aaron screaming in agony. He’d been surprised by this action and couldn’t defend himself at all. The other boys looked on in horror but Lizzie made sure he was aware that swearing, arguing and being none cooperative was definitely something to be avoided.

The other’s shook with fear. Up until then the black marks had only been a threat now they could see (and hear) that it was more than that. A shiver of realisation swept through them all and that prompted yet more pee to spurt into their already waterlogged nappies.

#

Aaron’s sobbing took on an ethereal, hopeless tone as Lizzie spread on the thick ointment and showered him with baby powder. Huge sighs of resignation accompanied the rustling as she unfolded his clean disposable. To Aaron’s and the rest of the boy’s surprise, she made a few slashes in it and lay it down. Then she unfurled a second one and inserted the slashed to make it double thick.

The girls still held his arms tightly and were doing their best not to find the whole thing amusing but a sneaky snigger escaped Nancy, which set of Shilpha so that both were enjoying Aaron’s predicament far too much. He didn’t want to show how upset he was, or that their ridicule had got to him but his eyes weld up and a huge wail of desolation could be heard as Lizzie slipped back up his slippery plastic pants.

Lizzie admonished her friends and their chuckling ceased. She held Aaron in her arms and gently tried to placate the traumatised boy.

“There, there sweetheart,” she said with gentleness and understanding. The sympathetic Lizzie had returned.

“It’s all over and you’ll feel a lot better now you’re in something dry.”

She hugged him and rocked him patting his naked legs for a couple of moments before he struggled to get away.

“OK Aaron, you go off and play whilst I get these other wet tykes into something drier.”

Nancy, Shilpha, do you think you could sort Mitch and Billy out while I see to Davey?”

They both nodded.

#

Although all three of the boys were terrified by this new situation none of them dare object after witnessing what happened to Aaron. So, despite the fact that they squirmed and resisted as much as possible, without actually putting up a fight, they let themselves be changed.

Mitch closed his eyes and pretended it was his mum doing the business. Nancy was thorough, whilst also enjoying the situation of making an eleven year-old boy ill at ease, she spent a little bit too much time rubbing in the ointment around his genitals.

Once he got a stiffy she seemed pleased and that was her signal to make sure he was wrapped, frustrated, in his thick, well bolstered fabric nappy. She enjoyed seeing his excited boy parts being hidden behind such thick padding and took great delight in fastening the huge pins to hold him snugly. She wished she could do that to all the males in her life – brothers, annoying cousins and every boy at school.

As she pulled up his blue plastic pants and smoothed them into place she just loved the way the silky bulge removed any indication of his genitalia. He was now, for all intents and purposes, a sexless little boy and she couldn’t have been happier. Satisfied with her work, she patted his cushioned bum and told him he could now go off and play.

Lizzie looked across at a job well done and without any argument or dissent from Nancy’s victim.

“Well done Mitch,” she nodded at him in validation. “I think we can put a star next to your name.”

Despite the fact he thought it was beneath him to react, he was feeling pretty pleased with himself for receiving a star after the miserable start to the day. That soaked, hanging nappy had been a pain, even if he was loathed to admit it. The truth was, now he was dry he felt a lot happier.

#

Shilpha eyed Billy who was looking both anxious and shy. The school’s most beautiful girl was about to change him so he was caught on the horns of a dilemma. Part of him was pleased she was going to be changing him, whilst another part thought that was the only way she’d ever look at him in the future – a baby, in a wet nappy, needing help.

Even though she’d changed him lots recently he knew he couldn’t ask Lizzie to do it, it would be a huge insult to Shilpha and he simply dare not offend her. Obviously his sister was playing a game with him, perhaps trying to make sure he felt embarrassed, but he desperately wanted this divine girl to like him so decided not to put up any objection.

He smiled weakly as the ever efficient ‘Indian goddess’ indicated a space next to her. An appropriate pile of nappies and stuffers were nearby as were the lotions and powders needed.

Nervously Billy lay down and she started to undo the snaps down each side of his thick robust pants.

“These look splendid,” Shilpha’s eyes went large as if sharing a secret. “Like a Knight’s armour… only better… and slinkier.”

Billy’s heart raced from such praise from this incredible young woman, whilst at the same time worrying she’d change her mind once the results of his soaked nappy were observed.

It was a surprise that once the snaps were released his nappy seemed to expand and bulge out, it was a wonder so much wet fabric could have been so easily contained.

Although she loved the fact that Billy was under her control and his naked little body was hers to do with as she felt fit, she wanted to do this first change correctly. She thought she herself mi9ght be embarrassed to begin with but watching Nancy and Lizzie just jump straight in had given her even more confidence.

“My you are a wet little boy,” she smiled down at her responsibility.

Billy didn’t like being called ‘little’ but smiled back as sweetly and as innocently as he could.

“No wonder your mummy needs to keep you in nappies.”

Of course no one knew that the reason for such a soaking was the ‘modified’ milkshake that had lessened their control. It was a miracle that he hadn’t leaked, although he looked over at Davey and saw he was having problems with Lizzie.

#

Whilst Davey had slept, happily hugging onto Dee-Dee, the potent mix had got to work and in a strange act of co-operation with the bacteria in his system, had made for a completely unintentional and oblivious mess to deposit itself in his protection.

When he slowly returned to consciousness, having slept really heavily, and finding his little partner now playing with someone her own age, he tried to pretend he was still asleep whilst the

Aaron business was going on around him. Eventually, he had to take notice but he guiltily knew what was residing in his nappy and was scared of what everyone would say when it came his turn to be changed.

He was quite grateful that it was Lizzie who was going to do the duty, as he wouldn’t have been able to cope with his embarrassment if it was either of her friends. As it was, he was more than a little anxious as to what Lizzie might say and the thought of a messy, stinking nappy being available for all to see (and ridicule) left him a very sad and worried little boy indeed.

When it came to his turn and Lizzie had patted the change mat by her side for him to take his place, he nervously toddled over and very quietly whispered in her ear.

“Sorry Lizzie but I’m afraid… erm… ummm… I’ve…” He let out a heavy sigh almost unable to say the words.

Of course he’d messed himself at home and that often was followed by a spanking, but at least he was changed from his smelly nappy quickly. Now, although he wanted out of it equally speedily, he was shy of the others seeing.

“Ummm, would it be poss… er… can you… ermmmm…”

He knew he’d after admit to what he’d done even though he was sure Lizzie knew what the problem was.

“I’ve messed my pants, umm, do you think I could be changed in… erm… um… private… PLEASE?”

Lizzie did have some sympathy for him; he’d been the model member at the ‘summer camp’ throwing himself into the games, involving Dee-Dee and not protesting at all. But, and this was the main thing Lizzie thought, if she showed favouritism and allowed his request, that would be unfair on the others and also set a precedent she didn’t want.

“I’m sorry Davey. I can see why you might want that to happen but I suspect that we might have quite a lot of these little accidents so I need to set the way things are done so no one is in any doubt.”

She could see the tears bubbling up and his quiet pleading didn’t have the reaction he desired.

“Look, don’t worry. Like Billy was the first to have his nappy changed you just happen to be the first to have a messy nappy changed… you’re a pioneer, an episode of Star Trek – Bravely Going

Where No Man Has Gone Before – don’t worry, no one will think anything bad about you. I’m sure they’ve all had a stinky bottom recently so they’ve nothing to feel superior about…”

She left it there as she slowly pulled down his nursery print pants and set about cleaning the poor distraught and embarrassed boy. He had the urge to cling on as he felt them being tugged down but knew from experience that way led to a red bottom so, reluctantly, let Lizzie do her thing.

The other three boys had been changed and sent off to play so unfortunately Davey was now surrounded by all three older girls (Beth and Dee-dee were playing with some dolls on the lawn far away) so became the focus of their attention.

Lizzie hadn’t realised just how her hormones were swinging her moods – one minute evil and out to embarrass, the next quiet and understanding.

The girls pressed around Davey as he, like all the other, screwed his eyes tightly closed and hoped that would make him invisible. Nancy passed Lizzie the ointment and powder when needed, whilst Shilpha unravelled a new and rather sweet disposable.

Dave’s mother had left a whole stack of new but very juvenile disposables for him to wear whilst at the Southall’s. They were snug fitting and had little bears all over them which faded once he was wet. She’d also made sure her ‘little boy’ was well padded by including a mass of thick soaker pads to be included under the nappy.

The girls were all very encouraging but still spoke to him as if he was a three year-old. Telling him what a good boy he was and how brave he was being and such stuff. Davey could have quite happily died.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 9

Chapter 11

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Sophie Siesta

Looks like it is time for someone to have here diaper change. It sure seems to be pretty well used. But one thing that get me thinking when i watch this video is the diaper on right?

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Billy’s Fault Part 8

This story is written by Les Lea

Dee-Dee looked along the line of nervous eleven year-olds and marvelled at so many wearing nappies and plastic pants. She knew Billy would be wearing his protection but hadn’t appreciated that the other boys would be as well. In days gone by she might have found it amusing but now, she felt like she was missing out. Although mum had said she didn’t need protection, and Lizzie (in one of her conspiratorial moments) going further and telling her only babies like her brother needed to wear such items, she wanted back the comfort and security they offered.

Of course, to begin with she’d worn because of the prank played on her by Lizzie’s nocturnal visit with her squeezy bottle. She hadn’t grasped she’d been coerced into wearing in such a devious way but, once she’d gotten used to the thickness between her legs, and saw the dramatic events that Billy had in his, she quickly adapted, afraid something similar might happen to her. Unlike Billy, she quite liked the smooth bulky plastic material and was thankful for the security it offered.

However, she was in a quandary; Lizzie would encourage and discourage her both at the same time, which was very confusing.

Dee-Dee didn’t know it but she was like that with Billy; one minute out to embarrass him, the next wanting to mother him.

It was true, Dee-Dee didn’t need them but if she decided to wear them on a particular day, she would occasionally wet, though that was only if there was no alternative. Normally she would time things so she could get to a toilet.

For her nappies weren’t a problem. In fact, the instances she had with Lizzie when being changed were fun times which she looked forward to, and, if truth be told, she quite enjoyed playing with Billy when he was wearing because he was always a lot nicer.

This was something that had happened quite surreptitiously. Her brother simply hadn’t noticed that when he was only wearing a nappy and they were playing together, he not only got on with his little sister but was actually a lot more fun.

Before he was put into nappies she could count the hours they’d spent playing together over the previous year on one hand, now, they spent that much time in a day.
In different ways nappies were working on both of them, whether they were aware of it, that was another thing.

#

Even though Billy’s friends squirmed awkwardly trying to conceal as much of their padding as possible and looked less than comfortable in theirs, Dee-Dee touched her ‘big girl’ knickers and wished she’d kept her nappy on.

In the past, when Billy had his friends around him he’d act like the ‘big I am’. In fact, each boy put on such a show when their mates were around. It usually fell apart if Lizzie was on the scene but when together they were a solid bunch of ‘robust noisy boys’.

Billy would normally still continue to complain about the way girls ruined everything and his school friends would echo that sentiment. Now, confronted by Sandra and Lizzie, and having experienced mothers not being their usual acquiescent selves, a great transformation had happened and they weren’t sure what to do.

Boisterous boys could no longer rule the roost and they’d been brought down to earth by the tiniest of things… an all but invisible bacterium. That’s what had reduced them to dependent babies who couldn’t fend for themselves and thereby restoring power back to their parents.

#

Each boy looked on the verge of tears, their heads bowed as Mrs Southall continued.

“Elizabeth,” who I think you all know, “will be your babysit… erm… camp leader and will be in charge of all activities whilst you are here.”

There was a very obvious sigh and it looked for a moment like Mitch would make a run for it. However, his father planted firm hands on his shoulder and kept him where he was.
A general mumbling of dissent could be heard but ignored.

“She will be telling you just how the day will pan out but first…” she looked at the parents who’d just delivered their agitated sons, “there’s a lot for you boys to get to know so… let’s waste no more time and say goodbye to your fathers so we can begin.”

It was almost 8am and Sandra had to be on her way by 8.15 so was keen to move the emphasis over to her daughter.

There were universal pleas for not being left with Lizzie but to no avail, both encouragement and threats were needed to get them to acquiesce. Like Sandra insisted, there was general agreement and similar action taken by each dad.

The boys were reminded that they’d brought this on themselves; they had ended up in nappies because of their actions – so it would be through their actions they would be able to get out of them.

This was the mantra the parents had been encouraged to use if their boy started to act up. It proved effective as they couldn’t deny their self-inflicted illness had been a nuisance and caused disruption to all concerned.

The eleven year-olds were left in no doubt that this was going to happen. They had to learn about consequences, responsibility and reparations for thoughtless actions. So, for all intents and purposes their babysitter for the foreseeable future was to be the dreaded Lizzie.

#

Dave was the least argumentative, having already been thoroughly reprimanded he certainly didn’t want his dad to take down his nappy and spank him in front of his school friends. At present he was smarting at the childish nursery print plastic pants, which his parents had insisted on making him wear. They said it was to remind him just what a thoughtless big baby he’d been and should he even try to remove them… there would be hell to pay. He’d previously got the message to just what that payment would be. He stayed miserable but silent.

However, both Mitch and Aaron were kicking up a fuss.

Without so much as a warning Douglas spanked his son. Pulling down Mitch’s slinky blue plastic pants and nappy in front of everyone and laying into his bottom with a very strong hand. The squeal of pain soon brought the argument to an end and Mitch’s tears were as much from his total embarrassment as it was from stinging swats.

The eleven year-old was scared and confused. He’d never been punished in his life up until that morning and now he was getting thrashed for a second time. His relationship with his father (and probably mother) had changed and was no longer allowed to back chat or do as he pleased. That was a huge change of position in the household that he thought he ruled.

With each smack his father let it be known that any, and he repeated the word, ANY defiance would be similarly dealt with… and he followed up with the threat that Lizzie had the same authority should he act up or give the Southall’s any grief whatsoever.

Aaron looked at his father and wanted reassurance that was not the case but his dad simply nodded and whispered that the same went for him. Aaron immediately curtailed any thoughts of insubordination smoothing down the thick padding under his own slippery waterproofing.

Douglas pulled his son’s nappy and plastic pants back up over his well-tanned cheeks and a very sad Mitch cried as he was hesitantly led over to Lizzie for the rest of the day.

That little display had stopped any argument from the boys as they were sullenly herded indoors for Sandra to give them instruction before she went off to work and leave them in Lizzie’s more than capable hands.

#

In a strange and unusual act of solidarity all the parents thought this ‘swift, sharp, shock’, as envisioned by Sandra, might be just what was needed for their wayward sons. Sandra’s generous offer took away their worry about babysitters, and the fact it also allowed them to go off for a few days with their other children or friends, was a bonus. It wasn’t quite a dumping ground but they appreciated what Sandra and Lizzie were prepared to do and because of such a proposal were easily enticed into going along with her thinking.

As all the boys were still waking up to some degree of dampness they were all wearing a nappy to sleep in, so, the only thing that changed was that they now wore them all the time. When they had been on their own and at home their embarrassment was confined but now they were with their schoolmates, it was both nerve-wracking and humiliating.

Something else the boys were unaware of was that their parents had already left a supply of nappies, disposables, powders, creams and plastic pants at the Southall’s place. So, as some of them had a preference between fabric and disposables, they were well catered for should there be any undue accidents or for the prescribed change times as indicated on the timetable.

Billy didn’t like the fact this was being done at his house, it made it look like it was all his fault. However, at that moment, all the boys were very subdued and more than a little nervous as to what might be next.

Sandra, realising it was getting late for work reinforced the fact that Lizzie was in charge and everything, both here and at home, was going to be governed by ‘the timetable’.

“So,” she said with a smile, “I see it’s play time so… Lizzie if you’d be so kind… what’s first on the agenda?”

“Well, normally I’d check that no one needed their nappy changed but, as you can see from the timetable, we have specific times to do that, so, unless someone needs an urgent change…”

She looked around at the sad looking bunch of boys in front of her. Her confidence was riding high and she was back in a total control mode over her new charges. They shrugged even though they were all wet, no one wanted to be the first to have their nappy changed that was for sure.

“No? Right Dee-Dee and I have sorted out some toys and games in the back garden if… Billy… will you lead on please?”

Even though Billy’s huge white thick fluffy nappy was crammed behind a barrier of durable plastic, his huge shiny bottom led the small disgruntled group through the house.

There was a slow rustling sound as they marched through to the rear garden area which had already been set out with Billy’s toys, cardboard boxes, blankets and Dee-Dee’s little paddling pool.

There was a slight incline towards the rear of the lawned garden where Sandra had laid out a long piece of plastic. The idea was that the group could use it as a fun slide if they wet it. Several other areas had items that weren’t immediately apparent but Lizzie looked happy with what had been arranged for the first day.

Despite the garden being fairly private, and the weather wonderfully warm with only a light breeze, the murmur of discord and an air of grumpiness surrounded the boys but they had one more thing to think about.

Lizzie pointed to a large board with their names alphabetically listed on it.

“You may want to take notice of this. Every day I will be adding stars and black marks reflecting your behaviour toward me, toward each other and toward anyone else who happens to be here.

Good behaviour of course sees a star, bad behaviour attracts a black mark.”

The boys sighed in disappointment once more but their attention was grabbed as she added.

“Five stars lead to a reward… five black marks lead to you being disciplined.”

She could see she had their attention now.

“The reward could be anything from a treat to being able to wear something perhaps more… suitable… the discipline will not mean simply no TV… it will mean a sound, bare bottom spanking.”

The boys looked at one and other in dismay.

“Any attitude, dissension, fighting – verbal or physical… or general unpleasantness will be severely dealt with… immediately.”

With a deadening thud she punched her palm with her fist so they’d be under no illusion just what kind of ‘discipline’ they could expect at her hands… nasty and controlling Lizzie had re-emerged.

“Plus these will be seen by your parents for them to deal with you in their own way once they have you home.”

Dave swallowed hard. He knew exactly what that would mean and was determined to be on his best behaviour.

#

The doctor’s medication appeared to have only limited success and although the diarrhoea was initially cleared up, occasionally, one of the boys would have an accident. Night time was the worst as all the boys couldn’t control their bodily functions and woke up to some degree of wetness or mess.

Whatever the strain of bacteria was, it wasn’t prepared to give up without a fight.

To make matters worse, Billy wasn’t sure how he could stop peeing his pants during the day as every time he thought about the problem; he seemed to add more fluid to the thick padding. This was annoying because sometimes he went quite a while without having any unexpected leaks and then ‘surprise, surprise’, found he was walking around in a damp nappy with no idea how or when it happened.

The thing was, because of the see-thru plastic pants, any accidents could clearly be seen once the soaker pad had reached saturation point. This meant he was keen to get his messy nappy changed before it became too apparent. However, now his friends were here, stupidly he didn’t want to draw attention to this fact, so became reluctant to let Lizzie know, even though he’d been through this procedure many times with her already.

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Dis-spiritedly the four boys involved themselves and did as Lizzie instructed. They were unsure how to react but the threat of a black mark against their name was a nagging concern. At times Billy could see the unspoken resentment in the eyes of the others as they joined in some game or other that she or Dee-Dee had organised.

Of course, wearing just protection, which was on full view, also acted as a brake on any enthusiasm and they couldn’t help but feel totally inhibited under the judicious gaze of their babysitter.

Although everything may have been aimed at entertaining six year-olds, with nothing better to do, and ‘encouragement’ from Lizzie, gradually the boys became less self-conscious and just got on with playing with the stuff provided. By 10am the back garden was alive with activity, although disparaging words were occasionally aimed at Billy by the others.

The constant rustling of plastic pants was over shadowed by the ever-growing volume of noise four boys could generate, with the occasion scream or giggle from Dee-Dee. Lizzie had made it clear that her little sister couldn’t be excluded from joining in and so, begrudgingly, she wormed her way in to most of the games. She was having fun and whether the boys were keen or not, they were involved in making that happen.

Once that initial obstacle of resentment was overcome, and probably because of the way Dave had thrown himself into at least trying to enjoy the situation, by the time milk and cookies came around they were ready for a break.

Even though it wasn’t on the timetable Lizzie asked them once again if any of them needed changing and although they were still wet, they shook their collective heads and put up with the squishiness in their nappies as they sat down for the break.

Billy was more nervous than he should have been. After all it was his sister, he was at home and was a sort of leader of this little troop but, and it was a big but, every time he looked at his nappy-clad friends a nervy stream of pee escaped into his own. Under these strained conditions he was soaking the material very quickly and, according to the timetable, might not be able to wait until after lunch to be changed.

This story is written by Les Lea

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A special diaper check – furrynappycub

It sure is kind of easy to notes how soggy this diaper boy is even before someone decide to give him a special pat on his soggy diaper front :) I bet something inside the diaper love that kind of attentions :)

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