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#11
Those nappy cover looks amazing would love to feel my sissy in them.
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#12
Not only would spankings befall one wearing these, but those panties would certainly be pulled back to inspect diapers as well.
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#13
How embarrassing, not only waddling in thick nappies and crinkly plastic baby pants to have this nappy cover as well not to mention the top!

Especially if your dummy is strapped in and Nanny is watching you to make sure it stays in.

Imagine being taken in front of each of her friends and having to point at the request and then convince her friends to spank you. What they don't know is that Nanny has promised you an extra strapping for each of her friends that *doesn't* spank you.

So you tearfully curtsy and plead with your eyes and babyishly through your dummy to each of them to please take down your nappy and spank you soundly before sending you to the next, your bottom getting more and more crimson and your tears and sniffling through your dummy making you more and more babyish.
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#14
(03-20-2021, 01:09 PM)wailer Wrote: How embarrassing, not only waddling in thick nappies and crinkly plastic baby pants to have this nappy cover as well not to mention the top!

Especially if your dummy is strapped in and Nanny is watching you to make sure it stays in.

Imagine being taken in front of each of her friends and having to point at the request and then convince her friends to spank you. What they don't know is that Nanny has promised you an extra strapping for each of her friends that *doesn't* spank you.

So you tearfully curtsy and plead with your eyes and babyishly through your dummy to each of them to please take down your nappy and spank you soundly before sending you to the next, your bottom getting more and more crimson and your tears and sniffling through your dummy making you more and more babyish.

That does sound like alot of fun. To watch little baby squirm. When baby got home she would.still get another enema and her behind a touch up just to make sure.
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#15
Of course, two of the ladies would refuse to spank you, perhaps because of signals that Nanny is making behind you as you beg them to put you over their laps and spank your bottom. No amount of curtseying or pleading succeeds.

Finally Nanny takes her seat and asks you what would happen if you didn't convince one of Nanny's friends to spank you.

Nanny has the spanking strap in her hand, ready to turn your already glowing crimson bottom scarlet. You can barely keep your eyes away from it as Nanny strokes it in her hand.

Her friends burst into laughter when they hear you explain that Nanny would be giving an extra strapping for each time you had failed her instruction to convince them.

You plead that you would do better and you try to say sorry to all her friends for not doing exactly what Nanny had instructed.

They all agree with Nanny that you deserve every extra stroke. Indeed, the two of her friends that had not spanked you, now volunteered to give the extra rounds.

Nanny starts, swiftly using stern cracks of her strap. It is supple and well oiled, smooth from use, one of your tasks is to regularly clean it.

Soon you are bawling, hands slapping the floor as you kick and squirm, held in place by her arm. She lets you up, only to march you to her first friend, who gleefully scolds, saying that you thoroughly deserved this for disobeying your Nanny. She tugs you over her lap, locks your legs in place with hers and takes your hand behind you.

You are tearfully blubbering how sorry you are and how you will try harder next time before your pleas become howls as she burns your bottom anew. She concentrates lower down, on your thighs, saying that your plastic pants will rub perfectly to remind you.

Standing you up, Nanny holds you by your ear as you bawl and desperately rub your bottom. Her other friend asks whether they could all see your nursery and that her strapping would be given before you were put into fresh nappies.

Nanny instantly agrees, tugging you forward and around, your nappies still at your ankles, waddling behind her as she takes you into your nursery. All of her friends follow, commenting on how well smacked your bottom was but identifying spots that needed more.

Soon you are lying on the table, one of her friends holding your legs in the air, another holding your arms as Nanny slides your triple thick cloth nappies underneath you. Her friend is looking down at you, eyes glistening with excitement and filling you with fear.

Nanny steps back and soon your vision is lost in the blur of your tears and you can barely see the strap before it once again burns across your bottom. Nanny's other friends urge her on, their grip on you keeping you from moving.

Finally she finishes and Nanny quickly applies a large amount of rash cream, having put on her latex gloves during your strapping.

One, then two, then three fingers, go into your bottom and around, loaded with vaseline, before Nanny gets your "nighttime bottom dummy" and firmly but slowly pushes it in. You're still crying from your strapping, but this makes you squeal as it spreads your cheeks wide before keeping your bottom hole spread behind the large flange that kept it in place.

You shiver because you know that its the one with the remote control and two powerful motors, one inside, one outside. They both buzz as Nanny turns them on.

Your little peepee, locked in its tiny cage pulsed, even as Nanny dowsed you in a cloud of powder before pulling your nappies up tight, pinning them firmly at your waist and also your thighs. So thick that your legs are spread and make walking almost impossible, the pinning keeps your legs bent as well.

Thick rubber pants are next, locked at the waist and at each thigh, rubbing against the strap marks, just as Nanny's friend had said.

Nanny helps you down to the floor, where you can barely stand. She takes you by the ear again, marching you back to the other room.

Forcing you to your knees, she and her friends sit back down, each spreading their legs and raising their skirts, one surprising you by having a large cock throbbing. Nanny orders you to personally thank each of her friends as she takes out your dummy.

Later that night, you are still moaning with your nose pressed into the corner of the room, literally where the floor met the two walls, your bottom, throbbing with both pain and the deep rumbling of your nighttime dummy. Your face is wet with tears, mixed with the proof that you had properly thanked both Nanny and each of her friends.

Sorry Ali, I might have got a little bit excited by the thought of being made to wear that sissy outfit. Blush
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#16
Ha ha! That’s a lovely story, Wailer, interspersed with a little personal experience, I would venture?
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#17
I'm enjoying the story very much.
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#18
(03-22-2021, 11:54 AM)wailer Wrote: Of course, two of the ladies would refuse to spank you, perhaps because of signals that Nanny is making behind you as you beg them to put you over their laps and spank your bottom. No amount of curtseying or pleading succeeds.

Finally Nanny takes her seat and asks you what would happen if you didn't convince one of Nanny's friends to spank you.

Nanny has the spanking strap in her hand, ready to turn your already glowing crimson bottom scarlet. You can barely keep your eyes away from it as Nanny strokes it in her hand.

Her friends burst into laughter when they hear you explain that Nanny would be giving an extra strapping for each time you had failed her instruction to convince them.

You plead that you would do better and you try to say sorry to all her friends for not doing exactly what Nanny had instructed.

They all agree with Nanny that you deserve every extra stroke. Indeed, the two of her friends that had not spanked you, now volunteered to give the extra rounds.

Nanny starts, swiftly using stern cracks of her strap. It is supple and well oiled, smooth from use, one of your tasks is to regularly clean it.

Soon you are bawling, hands slapping the floor as you kick and squirm, held in place by her arm. She lets you up, only to march you to her first friend, who gleefully scolds, saying that you thoroughly deserved this for disobeying your Nanny. She tugs you over her lap, locks your legs in place with hers and takes your hand behind you.

You are tearfully blubbering how sorry you are and how you will try harder next time before your pleas become howls as she burns your bottom anew. She concentrates lower down, on your thighs, saying that your plastic pants will rub perfectly to remind you.

Standing you up, Nanny holds you by your ear as you bawl and desperately rub your bottom. Her other friend asks whether they could all see your nursery and that her strapping would be given before you were put into fresh nappies.

Nanny instantly agrees, tugging you forward and around, your nappies still at your ankles, waddling behind her as she takes you into your nursery. All of her friends follow, commenting on how well smacked your bottom was but identifying spots that needed more.

Soon you are lying on the table, one of her friends holding your legs in the air, another holding your arms as Nanny slides your triple thick cloth nappies underneath you. Her friend is looking down at you, eyes glistening with excitement and filling you with fear.

Nanny steps back and soon your vision is lost in the blur of your tears and you can barely see the strap before it once again burns across your bottom. Nanny's other friends urge her on, their grip on you keeping you from moving.

Finally she finishes and Nanny quickly applies a large amount of rash cream, having put on her latex gloves during your strapping.

One, then two, then three fingers, go into your bottom and around, loaded with vaseline, before Nanny gets your "nighttime bottom dummy" and firmly but slowly pushes it in. You're still crying from your strapping, but this makes you squeal as it spreads your cheeks wide before keeping your bottom hole spread behind the large flange that kept it in place.

You shiver because you know that its the one with the remote control and two powerful motors, one inside, one outside. They both buzz as Nanny turns them on.

Your little peepee, locked in its tiny cage pulsed, even as Nanny dowsed you in a cloud of powder before pulling your nappies up tight, pinning them firmly at your waist and also your thighs. So thick that your legs are spread and make walking almost impossible, the pinning keeps your legs bent as well.

Thick rubber pants are next, locked at the waist and at each thigh, rubbing against the strap marks, just as Nanny's friend had said.

Nanny helps you down to the floor, where you can barely stand. She takes you by the ear again, marching you back to the other room.

Forcing you to your knees, she and her friends sit back down, each spreading their legs and raising their skirts, one surprising you by having a large cock throbbing. Nanny orders you to personally thank each of her friends as she takes out your dummy.

Later that night, you are still moaning with your nose pressed into the corner of the room, literally where the floor met the two walls, your bottom, throbbing with both pain and the deep rumbling of your nighttime dummy. Your face is wet with tears, mixed with the proof that you had properly thanked both Nanny and each of her friends.

Sorry Ali, I might have got a little bit excited by the thought of being made to wear that sissy outfit. Blush

That was a stunning read and nanny knows how to look after a little boy. Now I hope you sleep tight.
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