satban
Thread Rating:
  • 1 Vote(s) - 5 Average
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
DAVID'S CHRISTMAS HUMILIATION
#1
I was super excited that Aunt Helga published my story in the December 'Dummy Digest'!

Here it is, and, as a special treat for forum readers, I've agreed with Aunt Helga that I will publish part 2 here, on Christmas Eve! So while everyone else has to wait for the January issue of PDQ for part 2, you can see it here as a special pre-Christmas present. xx


David's mother had warned him repeatedly about his behaviour, and what would happen if it didn't improve. He hadn't thought she was being serious in her threats, but she was, as he had just finally realised.

It was Christmas Eve, and they were waiting for his Aunt and cousins to arrive. David was bored, and in any case not very excited about the prospect of a Christmas with Lucy, his little sister, and Abigail and Daisy, his cousins. He could just about put up with Lucy when it was just the two of them, but when their cousins visited she always wanted to just play silly girly games with them. Frustrated, he had been aggravating his little sister all day. He'd put soap on her toothbrush, he'd hidden her favourite doll; he'd kept changing the TV channel when she was trying to watch Frozen. Each time his mother had scolded him and warned him to leave his sister alone. But the final straw was when Lucy had been drawing at the table, and he'd slid underneath and tied her shoelaces together. When she got up, of course, she fell over. It was very lucky that she fell away from the table and landed on the soft carpet, but she was still very upset, and burst into tears.

His mother ran into the room and quickly saw what had happened. "Right, David," she snapped, "I've been warning you to grow up and behave, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've made your sister cry. And you're very lucky she didn't seriously hurt herself. Well, I've had enough. I'm going to take you upstairs, I'm going to spank your bottom, and I'm going to put you to bed. And you won't be allowed to get up until the morning. So you won't see your Aunt and cousins, and I shall have to tell them you were a naughty boy and had to be sent to bed early. Upstairs with you, young man, this minute. Lucy, David is going to apologise to you after his spanking, so you should come upstairs too."

The two children followed their mother upstairs and into David's bedroom. He was sent to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then returned to his room. His mother then stripped him of his shoes and socks, then his shirt, and finally his jeans and underpants. He tried to cover himself up, embarrassed at being naked in front of his little sister, but his mother grabbed his arm and hauled his across her lap. "This," she said, "is for being so mean to your little sister all day. Lucy, would you mind going to fetch my hairbrush from my bedroom? The wooden one, please."

Lucy skipped off, glad to see her brother getting his comeuppance, and delighted to be allowed to witness it. She returned with the hairbrush and presented it to her mother. David then received twenty very sound spanks on his bare bottom. He tried to be brave, especially in front of his sister. But his mother's spanks hurt. By the fifth one his bottom was bright red. By ten it was positively burning. And by fifteen he could stand it no more and started wailing, with tears running down his cheeks. When she'd finally finished administering his spanking she stood him up and forced him to apologise to his sister for being mean to her. He just about managed a blubbed apology through his tears. Then his mother instructed "And now you are to go to bed, and I don't want to see you before morning. I haven't decided whether to still let you have your presents or not. I'll decide while you're in bed."

David meekly allowed his mother to help him into his pyjamas and tuck him into bed. He was desperately trying to find an excuse to not have to stay in bed until the morning, and said "But, Mummy, it's only four o'clock and I haven't had any supper. Can I please come down for some supper later?"

"No!" she replied. "You should have thought about that before you earned yourself your spanking and early night. Perhaps being hungry will remind you not to be so naughty in future." He desperately tried to think of something else, but all he could come up with was "What about if I need a wee-wee?" His mother hesitated. "Well, you'll just have to keep your legs crossed!" And with that she left his bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Downstairs, with a calming cup of tea, however, she did begin to wonder about his question. She was determined to teach him a lesson and make him stay in bed until morning. But she did wonder if he'd be able to go all that time without a wee. She certainly didn't want him wetting the bed. And then she hit upon an idea. An idea that would not only solve this particular problem, but might also make him think twice about being so naughty again.

She looked at her watch – four thirty, over an hour before her sister was due to arrive. She grabbed her car keys and told Lucy she was popping out for half an hour.

When she returned she had a carrier bag containing the things she'd bought at the local chemist shop. She went straight upstairs and into David's bedroom, worried that if she hesitated she might lose the courage to go through with her plan.

"Right, David," she said. "You're right about maybe needing a wee-wee. So I've bought you these to wear. I'll have no arguing, unless you want another spanking that is."

With that she emptied the contents of her bag. It was a pack of disposable nappies for older children, and a pair of plastic pants.

The boy looked on absolutely dumbfounded. Surely she didn't expect him to wear a nappy! He wasn't a baby. He was thirteen years old! But his mother was determined. She pulled back his duvet cover and deftly pulled down his pyjama bottoms and threw them onto his chair. Leaving him naked from the waist down, she went to the pack of nappies and pulled one out, unfolding it as she walked back to him.

She grabbed his ankles and lifted them high above his head, as she had done when he was a baby. With her other hand she slipped his nappy underneath him and lowered his bottom down onto it. Expertly parting his legs, she pulled his nappy between them and taped it up securely.

David pleaded with her, "Please, Mummy! Please don't make me wear a nappy. I PROMISE I'll be good."

But she was having none of it. She gave him a threatening look which told more than words what would happen if he didn't be quiet. She fetched his plastic pants and slid them up over his legs and into place over his nappy.

"There!" she said. "All nice and snug in your nappy and plastic pants. So if you need to go wee-wee you can. Mummy will come and see you in the morning, and decide whether you need to have a nappy on tomorrow as well. And don't you dare get up before I come and tell you that you can, or you'll be getting another spanking. Now off to sleep you go, David."

She closed the door behind her, and left the poor boy to ponder his babyish fate.
Reply
#2
Oh my goodness, the poor boy, I'm just imagining what an embarrassing day lies ahead after he wakes up with a wet nappy!
Reply
#3
How do you know he wakes up with a wet nappy, Wailer? Maybe he’s a good boy and stays dry in his nappy!
Reply
#4
I tried to make it as realistic as possible, Rosemount.

I’ve tried to make this a scenario that everyone could look at and think “OMG! I can see how that could have happened to me!” At this stage, I can’t see any reason for David’s mother to threaten him with a dress. She’s already threatened that she might keep him in a nappy.

But let’s see what happens in part 2! You can read it on Christmas Eve.
Reply
#5
As promised - part two! Happy Christmas everyone. xx

David lay awake for quite some time. He heard his aunt and cousins arrive, and the merriment that ensued when they did. Although he didn’t really like his cousins, he wished he were downstairs with them, rather than in bed in a nappy and plastic pants. He wondered what his mother had said to explain him being in bed so early, and hoped that whatever she’d said it didn’t include her telling them that he’d been put into a nappy. And then he thought about his little sister, who he’d been tormenting all day. What was the chance of her not delighting in telling their cousins about his babyish fate? He finally drifted off into a troubled sleep.​

He woke up early in the morning, desperate for a wee. Now he was torn. He really didn’t want to wet his nappy. But he certainly didn’t want to get up before his mother came in, as she’d told him he’d earn another spanking if he did.​

He tried to concentrate on something else, but eventually the pressure in his bladder became unbearable, and he knew he had no choice. He relaxed and flooded his nappy.​

Five minutes later his mother came in. “Good morning, David,” she chirped. “How are you this morning? Have you managed to stay dry for Mummy, or have you wet your nappy?”​

He blushed beet red, not least because as she said it he saw Daisy walk past his open bedroom door and look in at him, grinning. He now knew his mother had told them about him being put back into a nappy.​

He tried to say nothing, but his mother persisted, and he had to admit “Yes, Mummy. I've wet my nappy”. ​

She smiled at his humiliating confession, and told him to go to the bathroom, brush his teeth, and then wait for her to come and take his wet nappy off for him. He hung his head as he got out of bed and trotted off to the bathroom in just his pyjama top, nappy and plastic pants. As luck would have it, his sister and cousins were sat in Lucy’s bedroom, and giggled as the poor boy walked past. If there had been any doubt about everyone knowing about his nappy, there certainly wasn’t now.​

When he’d brushed his teeth, had his plastic pants pulled down and his wet nappy removed, he showered and was lead back to his bedroom by his mother. “I think it’s best, David, if I put you into another nappy. I don’t want you wetting your pants, especially as we’re all trying to enjoy Christmas Day. So, lie on your bed and let’s get you ready to come downstairs and enjoy Christmas.”​

He couldn’t believe what his mother was saying. From having been sent to bed early and having a nappy on because he wasn’t allowed out of his room, he was now facing the awful prospect of being put into another nappy in case he wet his pants! He’d never wet his pants! ​

“No, Mummy!” he protested. “I don’t need a nappy on. I'm not going to wet my pants! I only wet my nappy because you made me go to bed so early. I can’t wear a nappy again!”​

He saw his mother’s face change, and he immediately knew he was in trouble. She grabbed his arm and hauled him across her lap. “You're a naughty boy, and now you're not only going to have a nappy on today, but you're going to have your bottom spanked again too.” And with that she proceeded to administer another sound spanking to his bare bottom.​

When she’d finished spanking him he meekly lay on his bed and allowed her to put another nappy, and his plastic pants, on him. She popped a t-shirt over his head and told him to come downstairs. He begged to be allowed a pair of shorts to cover his nappy and plastics, but his mother said “No, you can’t have your shorts on because I can’t stand the fuss of taking them down all the time to check if you’ve wet your nappy again. And anyway, you’ve got a couple of presents which will mean you don’t need your shorts. Now come on downstairs.” ​

He wasn’t at all sure what his mother meant by that, but did as he was told anyway. The joy and excitement he’d been expecting for Christmas morning was completely wiped out by the humiliation of appearing in front of his aunt and cousins in a t-shirt, nappy and plastic baby pants.​

After breakfast they all went through to the lounge where the presents were set out under the tree. The three girls were all in their pretty dresses, and David felt even more humiliated in his babyish nappy and plastics.​

His mother started proceedings by handing David the first parcel. “This is for you, David. It wasn’t bought for you, but your sister has very generously said you can have it. Here you are…”​

He nervously took it, not sure what his mother meant. As everyone watched on he unwrapped his present. He had hoped for a Manchester United tracksuit, but it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t that. As he tore the paper off he saw red corduroy. With everyone looking on he pulled the item out of the paper and saw that it was a pinafore dress. He looked completely confused.​

“Isn’t that a pretty dress, David?” asked his mother. “Come here and let me put it on you. I told you you wouldn’t need your shorts. Your new dress will cover your nappy and plastic pants, and I’ll still be able to check when you’ve wet your nappy nice and easily.”​

https://imgur.com/a/yPdbSRa

Not wanting another spanking he took the dress over to his mother and stepped into it as she held it out for him. She did the straps up over his shoulders and smoothed the dress down over his bottom. His aunt beamed at him, and his cousins and sister giggled again.​

“But that’s not all, David. We don’t want you getting cold legs, so here’s another present for you.” His mother handed him another parcel, much smaller this time. Embarrassed and humiliated at wearing a dress, David now unwrapped it. It was a pair of white ribbed tights.​

He knew what was coming next, and he meekly accepted being told how to roll them up and poke his toes into them to put them on. His mother helped him pull them up over his nappy and baby pants.​

“And finally,” his mother said, “have this.” She handed him another parcel, this time even smaller than the last. He unwrapped it to find a pair of frilly knickers, which his mother held out for him to step into, and then pulled up over his tights. She once again smoothed down his dress and then admonished, “Your dress is a bit short for you, I'm afraid, David. And you’ll need to be careful when you bend over or sit down, because the girls might see your knickers. But at least I can check your nappy nice and easily to see if you’ve wet yourself again. Now, let’s get on with everyone else’s presents.”​

And so, in a nappy and plastic baby pants, tights, knickers and a little red dress, David faced his ultimate Christmas humiliation.
Reply
#6
Can we have parts 3. 4 .5 . as well please ?
Angel A little bit of hanky panky does you good .  Angel
Reply
#7
Great Story, can wait to hear more about Sissy David's new life.
Reply
#8
Thanks Bill and Chris! I hadn’t planned any more parts, but I’ll have a little think about it. It’s hard to imagine what could be worse than being put into a nappy and baby pants, and then a dress, tights and frilly knickers in front of your sister, Aunt and cousins!
Reply
#9
(01-06-2019, 03:46 PM)Ali Wrote: Thanks Bill and Chris! I hadn’t planned any more parts, but I’ll have a little think about it. It’s hard to imagine what could be worse than being put into a nappy and baby pants, and then a dress, tights and frilly knickers in front of your sister, Aunt and cousins!

Maybe David needs a few sissy playmates.

RF
Reply
#10
(12-24-2018, 01:54 PM)Ali Wrote: As promised - part two! Happy Christmas everyone. xx

David lay awake for quite some time. He heard his aunt and cousins arrive, and the merriment that ensued when they did. Although he didn’t really like his cousins, he wished he were downstairs with them, rather than in bed in a nappy and plastic pants. He wondered what his mother had said to explain him being in bed so early, and hoped that whatever she’d said it didn’t include her telling them that he’d been put into a nappy. And then he thought about his little sister, who he’d been tormenting all day. What was the chance of her not delighting in telling their cousins about his babyish fate? He finally drifted off into a troubled sleep.

He woke up early in the morning, desperate for a wee. Now he was torn. He really didn’t want to wet his nappy. But he certainly didn’t want to get up before his mother came in, as she’d told him he’d earn another spanking if he did.

He tried to concentrate on something else, but eventually the pressure in his bladder became unbearable, and he knew he had no choice. He relaxed and flooded his nappy.

Five minutes later his mother came in. “Good morning, David,” she chirped. “How are you this morning? Have you managed to stay dry for Mummy, or have you wet your nappy?”

He blushed beet red, not least because as she said it he saw Daisy walk past his open bedroom door and look in at him, grinning. He now knew his mother had told them about him being put back into a nappy.

He tried to say nothing, but his mother persisted, and he had to admit “Yes, Mummy. I've wet my nappy”.

She smiled at his humiliating confession, and told him to go to the bathroom, brush his teeth, and then wait for her to come and take his wet nappy off for him. He hung his head as he got out of bed and trotted off to the bathroom in just his pyjama top, nappy and plastic pants. As luck would have it, his sister and cousins were sat in Lucy’s bedroom, and giggled as the poor boy walked past. If there had been any doubt about everyone knowing about his nappy, there certainly wasn’t now.

When he’d brushed his teeth, had his plastic pants pulled down and his wet nappy removed, he showered and was lead back to his bedroom by his mother. “I think it’s best, David, if I put you into another nappy. I don’t want you wetting your pants, especially as we’re all trying to enjoy Christmas Day. So, lie on your bed and let’s get you ready to come downstairs and enjoy Christmas.”

He couldn’t believe what his mother was saying. From having been sent to bed early and having a nappy on because he wasn’t allowed out of his room, he was now facing the awful prospect of being put into another nappy in case he wet his pants! He’d never wet his pants!

“No, Mummy!” he protested. “I don’t need a nappy on. I'm not going to wet my pants! I only wet my nappy because you made me go to bed so early. I can’t wear a nappy again!”

He saw his mother’s face change, and he immediately knew he was in trouble. She grabbed his arm and hauled him across her lap. “You're a naughty boy, and now you're not only going to have a nappy on today, but you're going to have your bottom spanked again too.” And with that she proceeded to administer another sound spanking to his bare bottom.

When she’d finished spanking him he meekly lay on his bed and allowed her to put another nappy, and his plastic pants, on him. She popped a t-shirt over his head and told him to come downstairs. He begged to be allowed a pair of shorts to cover his nappy and plastics, but his mother said “No, you can’t have your shorts on because I can’t stand the fuss of taking them down all the time to check if you’ve wet your nappy again. And anyway, you’ve got a couple of presents which will mean you don’t need your shorts. Now come on downstairs.”

He wasn’t at all sure what his mother meant by that, but did as he was told anyway. The joy and excitement he’d been expecting for Christmas morning was completely wiped out by the humiliation of appearing in front of his aunt and cousins in a t-shirt, nappy and plastic baby pants.

After breakfast they all went through to the lounge where the presents were set out under the tree. The three girls were all in their pretty dresses, and David felt even more humiliated in his babyish nappy and plastics.

His mother started proceedings by handing David the first parcel. “This is for you, David. It wasn’t bought for you, but your sister has very generously said you can have it. Here you are…”

He nervously took it, not sure what his mother meant. As everyone watched on he unwrapped his present. He had hoped for a Manchester United tracksuit, but it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t that. As he tore the paper off he saw red corduroy. With everyone looking on he pulled the item out of the paper and saw that it was a pinafore dress. He looked completely confused.

“Isn’t that a pretty dress, David?” asked his mother. “Come here and let me put it on you. I told you you wouldn’t need your shorts. Your new dress will cover your nappy and plastic pants, and I’ll still be able to check when you’ve wet your nappy nice and easily.”

https://imgur.com/a/yPdbSRa

Not wanting another spanking he took the dress over to his mother and stepped into it as she held it out for him. She did the straps up over his shoulders and smoothed the dress down over his bottom. His aunt beamed at him, and his cousins and sister giggled again.

“But that’s not all, David. We don’t want you getting cold legs, so here’s another present for you.” His mother handed him another parcel, much smaller this time. Embarrassed and humiliated at wearing a dress, David now unwrapped it. It was a pair of white ribbed tights.

He knew what was coming next, and he meekly accepted being told how to roll them up and poke his toes into them to put them on. His mother helped him pull them up over his nappy and baby pants.

“And finally,” his mother said, “have this.” She handed him another parcel, this time even smaller than the last. He unwrapped it to find a pair of frilly knickers, which his mother held out for him to step into, and then pulled up over his tights. She once again smoothed down his dress and then admonished, “Your dress is a bit short for you, I'm afraid, David. And you’ll need to be careful when you bend over or sit down, because the girls might see your knickers. But at least I can check your nappy nice and easily to see if you’ve wet yourself again. Now, let’s get on with everyone else’s presents.”

And so, in a nappy and plastic baby pants, tights, knickers and a little red dress, David faced his ultimate Christmas humiliation.

Hi Ali, another great story, love your writing, could read your stories all night long, Thank you x
Reply


Forum Jump:


Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)
satban

About Petticoat Discipline Quarterly

Focus MyBB Theme is designed for MyBB 1.8 series and is tested properly till the most current version of MyBB i.e. 1.8.7. It is simple, clean and light MyBB theme with use of font-awesome icons and shrinking header.

For any more information, please use our contact form.

              User Links