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Written By Mistress Janice and Trot01
Part Two - The Visitor
Looking at me, Janice hissed, Strip her! I eagerly moved in on the hapless patient, spinning her around to face me. I roughly removed her blouse and bra, pulled off her skirt and yanked down her tights and panties all the way, lifting one foot at a time to remove them completely. She was now fully naked, exposed and vulnerable.
Hands at your sides! I ordered, as she tried to cover her pert breasts with one arm while trying to do the same to her pussy with the other hand.
Ginny came back in with the red enema bag bulging with hot soapy water as I was getting Crissy into position on her knees atop the examination table. Snapping on a latex glove, Janice lubed up her fingers and wasted no time in penetrating the tight anal ring. Janice produced a special black nozzle which was shaped like a balloon with a mushroom-type flared end for better retention. In addition there were two balloon like sacks connected to tubing and a squeeze bulb.
You are in for a treat Crissy dear! This is a Bardex retention enema. I just know little girls like you are difficult, so this will help you hold in your punishment. This little darling will be way up inside you in a minute. Get a good look at it, Janice said, as she showed the girl the tip as she lubed it up. Janice maked it up close to her nose and mouth, as Crissy tried to turn away. This delighted Janice. This girl was going to get her due as humiliatingly as possible. Janice held the girl's hair in a tight fist to prevent her from turning her head as she passed the enema nozzle under her nose.
In a moment, the nozzle was pushed in, making a popping noise, as it entered her bowel. At first Janice twisted it and maked it back and forth, causing the girl to squirm in agony. Crissy attempted to squeeze her cheeks together, then attempting to pucker up her asshole. After the first balloon was inserted deep into the girl's bowels, Janice began to squeeze the air bulb inflating it. She repeated the process for the exterior balloon and Crissy was moaning to go to the bathroom. The seal was complete. There would be no way she could expel now. At a nod from Janice, Ginny opened the snap valve, beginning the flow of water into her daughter's bowels. After just a short time Crissy began to complain of cramps. Ginny moved in to massage her daughter's lower abdomen, but that didn't relieve her discomfort.
Oh, shit. Stop it! Take it out, it hurts! Goddamn! Crissy cursed. Janice's eyes widened and her nostrils flared at this profane outburst.
You have a filthy mouth, girly! And I didn't hear a 'Mistress' at the end of your little speech, either. I've got a way to fix that! exclaimed Janice. I knew exactly what Janice had in mind and went to the bathroom, returning with a bar of Ivory soap. I handed it to Janice, as Ginny looked on, holding the enema nozzle in place although the water flow had been shut off.
Suddenly the front doorbell rang. Ginny said she would get it, as their guest had apparently showed up. At this point in the discipline, Dr. Masters excused himself so he wouldn't be late for his appointment. janice nodded and smiled. They would compare notes later. In a moment, voices could be heard coming down the hallway, and when Ginny reappeared, Crissy's boyfriend Scott was with her.
Crissy wanted to see you, Scott. Come on in and join us, said Ginny. When Scott entered, he stopped short with his eyes wide open, shocked at the sight of his young girlfriend being held down, bare, receiving an enema. He was speechless!
Crissy was a very bad girl last night, and she's being punished right now. I know how well you two get along, and I thought you'd like to observe some methods of keeping her in line in the future. With Crissy, you will see, total domination and control is necessary, her mother explained.
Scott slowly moved forward to get a better look at Crissy, whose head had now craned around and fixed on Scott with utter humiliation. He looked back with a devilish grin in return. She began to squirm in utter humiliation, then began calling to Scott to help her, when the soap was delivered.
Here you go, brat! Janice said as in one motion she cranked Crissy's head around by her hair and maked the bar of soap into her mouth. Crissy recoiled at the taste and tried to squirm away, but with Janice holding her head and Ginny and I at her hips, there was no escape. The taste was awful, and Crissy tried with all her might not to swallow any of the white froth that was starting to form at her lips. The bar was inserted and maked back and forth, scraping it across her teeth, depositing bits and pieces as Janice was attempting to be very thorough in soaping the girl's mouth. Janice made sure that the bar was firmly implanted in her mouth for at least five minutes before removing it.
There! she said, I hope that reminds you to follow proper etiquette while you're in my care. Crissy had soapsuds dripping down her chin and she was trying very hard not to swallow the caustic suds. But to no avail, she did swallow and choked and coughed as Janice monitored her reactions to this very childish and effective form of punishment. Then she nodded to Ginny and the clamp was opened, allowing the soapy water solution once again to enter Crissy's already churning bowels. It seemed like hours as the enema slowly emptied into the girl. Her stomach was distended now and she was feeling terrible cramps and utter humiliation at this form of punishment. Then the air was released from both balloons and the nozzle popped out of her haughty bottom.
I helped Crissy to the bathroom to expel, watching her closely as she sat on the toilet, her head in her hands as if hiding. She also managed to spit out the thick white residue left in her mouth from the soaping. She was not allowed to fully rid her mouth of soap particles and strained to expel in front of me, in deep humiliation and shame. When she was through, I cleaned her up and allowed her to spit some more. The particles were still implanted in her teeth, and I knew her mouth would be cleaned again once more , this time to Crissy's satisfaction. I then led her back into the punishment room, where Janice had a large stainless steel bowl of hot water ready.
By now Scott was more relaxed and wide-eyed with curiosity. He seemed to be very interested in what was in store for Cris next. He moved to get a better view, when he saw Janice preparing some shaving gear. Not wanting to miss a single arousing moment, he just stayed quietly in the background, hoping they'd forget about him and he could keep watching.
I noticed you have more pubic hair than a girl your age should have, especially when she's acting like a baby. So, we're going to treat you just like a baby. All the hair around your pussy and anus is going to have to come off, Janice announced formally. Then Janice smiled as she looked at her long hair, thinking to herself, Hmmm, maybe that long hair will have to go too...., but later on! Then Janice turned to Ginny. We don't want to overexert the poor girl on the first day of the rest of her punishment, but that long hair.... Ginny grinned. I have to give this matter some thought. I know babies shouldn't have such long hair and it should be easier to manage. Hmmmmmmm. With that thought, Ginny grinned at Cris.
Crissy's mouth dropped open in horror as she realized that the hair she'd had since puberty was going to be stripped away, leaving her genitals completely naked. Before she could protest, Janice ordered her onto the table, on her back, and began to raise the stirrups. Her legs were fastened with Velcro straps to the stirrups, which were raised and spread apart, fully opening and exposing the girl's entire genital and anal area. Scott adjusted his view a bit and got a really good look at his girlfriend like he had never seen before!
Janice sat on the stool at eye level with the girl's pelvic area and began carefully clipping away the long curly hairs with the trimming scissors, before shaving off the hairs from the top of the pubic mound, then moving down the outer pussy lips, and finally past the perineum to the anus. Along the way, with Ginny on one side and Scott on the other, we spread Crissy's lips and held the skin taut so Janice could get every last hair, finally holding her buttocks apart while Janice finished with her asshole. After washing her newly shaved areas clean, Janice invited us to feel how smooth her nude pussy was. What a marvelous feeling! Scott was invited to join us, and he shyly came forward, tentatively putting out his fingers to touch the smooth area.
Go on, don't be shy, said Ginny. We want your opinion, too. Is it smooth enough?
Yeah, I guess so, Scott said, almost in a whisper.
How old do you think she looks now, Scott? I asked.
Oh, kinda like a little girl...maybe six years old? he giggled. It seemed he was warming to this whole scene, which obviously was a new adventure for him. For a seventeen-year-old boy this was a treat he had never envisioned. It was obvious to all of us that the lump in the front of his jeans contained a raging hardon.
With Crissy retained in the stirrups, we all decided that a thorough pelvic examination was in order. Janice and I slipped on latex exam gloves, pulling the material on tightly as we flexed our fingers. With Crissy intently watching our every move, we exaggerated the process of lubricating our fingers. With Ginny moving in closer, Janice proceeded to spread the young girl's ass cheeks and insert her middle finger all the way up inside her rectum. As soon as her finger was fully seated, I slipped two of my fingers into Crissy's wet pussy, with my thumb resting on her clit. Janice and I could feel each other's fingers as we moved them around inside the two holes, and watched with fascination as Crissy's face registered a mixture of surprise, discomfort, embarrassment and even some arousal. Our gloves were very slippery as they glided back and forth over various parts of the smooth, shaved pelvic area, and it was all we could do to restrain ourselves from playing the game of bringing Crissy to the brink of orgasm and then letting her hang there without relief.
Once we had examined her private areas thoroughly, it was time for another enema, this time with glycerin, castor oil, Ivory Soap and very hot water, Janice explained with a smile. Crissy, you're getting another enema. This time you will retain it for a long time, as you will learn the meaning of enema retention. In addition, this one will be definitely of a punishment nature as I will be using some ingredients to cause severe cramping and discomfort.
Janice went to prepare the enema mixture as Ginny released Crissy from the stirrups and repositioned her in the knee-chest position on the table.
Scott, would you come here and help me fasten Crissy to the table? We can't have any of her squirming behavior during this next procedure, I said.
Scott eagerly came over and held his girl down tightly as Ginny fastened the Velcro straps around her forearms, then again around her calves just below the knees, and finally at the ankles. Her knees were spread to the edges of the table, making her entire pussy and rectal area into full exposure.
Janice came back in with the double Bardex nozzle still attached and hung it up on the I.V. stand.
Can Scott help out, seeing that we're going to need his help with Crissy in the future? Ginny asked Janice.
Of course!...., Janice said with a grin. I always encourage participation in these situations. It lets the subject know that there's no escape...it's a team effort and everyone else is involved in enmaking the discipline.
Ginny motioned for Scott to come over, and Crissy began whining and protesting.
Please mother!..OoooH Nooo, Don't let him help, This is embarrassing. You pervert Scott!.....OooooH!... Ginney put her hand over Crissy's mouth. HUSH!...He will help, because he wants to ensure that you become a well-behaved young lady, Isn't that so Scott??... Scott approached the exam table. Yes Maam!...She is a bad girl and could use some corrective therapy. Looking at his girlfriend smirking, remembering all those times that she said no to him. It was his turn for revenge!...
Here, Scott, hold out your finger so I can put some lubricant on it, Ginny said to him. There. Now, start moving the gel around her little hole...that's right, her asshole...now start working the gel in and out until your finger can slide easily all the way in. Scott was delirious with excitement at having his finger up Cris's tight asshole, and was oblivious to her pleading and squirming. Fuck her, this was fun! Ooooh STOp IT!...OhhhhOWWWWW!..., Crissy bellowed to everyone's amusement.
When Scott finally removed his finger, Ginny gave him a Kleenex to wipe his finger off, and Janice took over administering the second enema. The balloon shaped Bardex nozzle was once again pushed up her pouty rectum and made a loud plopping noise as it entered her. Janice efficiently inflated the internal balloon, followed by the external one and ensured that she had a tight seal. Don't worry Meagan, dear, this enema is only one quart for retention purposes. We'll just have to diaper you extra heavily. Won't that be nice?...
D-I-A-P-E-R-S???...., Crissy thought with anxiety. No, not on me you won't!.., she thought to herself as she broke out in a sweat. Too confining, too babyish. Then I won't be able to touch myself or be comfortable. I'll be in a cotton and plastic prison. I can't let them. They shamed me enough. I'm nineteen, damit, and fuck you Janice. Ooooh!.....
A ring of the front doorbell caused Ginny to leave the room again, this time coming back with Dina, Crissy's twelve-year-old cousin, who by all accounts was very mature for her age. When they walked in, Dina's reaction was similar to Scott's. She was at first embarrassed for her cousin, as well as for herself just being there, but overcame this feeling almost immediately, remembering all those times Crissy had been abusive towards her. She couldn't keep her eyes off the captive naked female form strapped to the table in front of her. Just entering pubescence herself, she found all forms of nudity and genital manipulation to be extremely interesting and arousing.
Everyone, I want you to meet Crissy's cousin, Dina, Ginny said by way of introduction. Ginny introduced everyone there to Dina, and explained the punishment process that was taking place. Crissy was red faced with shame as her twelve year old cousin laughed at the fact that she was being punished like a naughty child.
Dina, very soon you're going to have to babysit your cousin. I want you to be very familiar with what has to be done to discipline her and keep her in line. Pay close attention, because I'm depending on you, OK? Ginny said in front of the group. Crissy turned her head away in abject despair when she heard how she was going to be disciplined and controlled by a young girl seven years her junior. Dina smiled now.
Yes Aunt Ginny! I sure will!...So Crissy has been a bad little girl, huh??...She doesn't seem so primpish now...Oh Hi Cris! You're not so bratty now are you? Well I am going to enjoy this, that's for sure, my sweet baby cousin. Cris whimpered and turned her head away. With the amount of soap bubbles still in her mouth, causing some burning sensations and an occasional sneeze, she couldn't speak very well. Dina laughed and snickered.
Janice noticed Crissy's discomfort. Ginny, we can't continually wash her mouth with soap, but there is another treatment for bratty mouths. During the enema process, I want to explain that method to you for your approval. Ginny nodded.
The clamp was opened and Cris groaned. The cramping was extreme and Ginny rubbed her daughter's tummy to help it along and whispered in her ear like a mother to a newborn baby. The enema torment continued as Cris writhed and strained from the punishment. Janice noticed the girl's discomfort level was escalating, too. Scott, on the other hand, noted, This is the quietest Cris has ever been. Maybe this is what she needs, hmmmm?
The enema continued to fill the girl's tummy and even Dina was amazed at the results, watching her agony with intense pleasure and satisfaction. Soon, minutes later, the enema was emptied and before the balloons were released, Janice brought out the diapering materials. Dina's eyes grew large. DIAPERS?...Oh joy, hahaha. Dina held her hand to her mouth in exquisite satisfaction and surprise. The straps were partially undone to allow Dr. Janice the opportunity to place the thick padded disposable diapers under Crissy. In addition, down the middle of the diapers, was a thick blue soaker pad. Cris was placed onto the diapers as Janice placed a lubricated tampon up her already sore rectum.
Now Meagan, we don't want you to expel too early, now do we? You will use your diapers, but for now you will have to hold it, until I am ready to allow you the privilege, understand? Crissy was too busy cramping and moaning to respond. After she was securely diapered, Ginny and Dina assisted by bringing up the extra tight, hot and confining clear plastic pants up her legs and over her thickly padded bottom. Crissy felt like her bottom was burning up from the tight confinement. Thinking to herself, Crissy was in utter shame and agony. Oh No, not diapers. It feels like I am in prison. My privates are burning up. Oh please, don't, don't...Oh God!....... Then just as Crissy thought her humiliation was complete, Janice produced another babyish item of control.
Janice introduced hand mittens, holding them up for everyone to see. They were well padded and fastened to the wrists with velcro. Chastity mittens for our baby!.. These will ensure our charge remains chaste during those long daytime hours, especially in bed. Babies shouldn't be allowed to get into anything nasty, now, should they? Everyone chuckled at that.
Ginny helped Cris form a fist with her hands, as the thickly padded mittens were placed over her hands and secured with the Velcro straps. Next a soft padded belt was added about her waist and she was released from the table and helped down. Immediately, Janice and Ginny secured the hand mitten clips to the belt, severely restricting the use of her hands. This angered Crissy as she stood in heavily padded diapers and plastic pants and nothing else. Ginny helped her to the bathroom and set up the water pick as she cleaned the girl's teeth, removing the last vestiges of soap particles. Now Crissy was free to speak.
Why, mom, why? My boyfriend? And my bratty little cousin? This is not fair!! Ginny put her hand across Cris's mouth. Hush, little baby! The humiliation will do you good, you'll see. We'll make a well behaved little baby of you yet! Now move!
Cris was reluctant and recalcitrant, but was marched back to face Janice, who was just outside the bathroom door. She placed a white lace baby-doll nightie over her head, adjusting it so that it hung properly just ending at her slim waist. Her ability to speak was not impaired, so Cris once again decided to verbally protest her treatment.
I hate you! she shouted at Janice. Janice stared back with arms folded listening. How dare you do this to me! This is cruel and inhuman. I will not tolerate any more of this from you. I'll report you to the police and then we'll see who's kidding!
Janice smiled. Of course you would. All the more reason for continuing your treatment, Crissy. I'm only trying to help you. I think you are very cranky and tired now. This is enough treatment for one day. I think a nap would do you good, don't you Ginney?... Ginney stood looking at Crissy with arms folded and agreed. Oh yes, except that I would like to put her to bed now without dinner. We could use some peace and quiet this evening.... Dina laughed. Early to bed?..HAHA..Oh Crissy, your going to miss a beautiful summer's day, bad girl!.... Scott laughed too. This was funny.
Cris bent over from the cramping and Janice knew she had to allow the girl to relieve herself shortly. Ginny went over to Scotty and Dina and thanked them for coming. She asked them to remain awhile so that they could discuss Cris's treatment with Janice and herself.
Cris was helped up the stairs by Janice and Ginny and they came to her new bedroom. Dina and Scott followed, snickering and laughing like two very happy schoolchildren. They were so far please with the results.
Cris was appalled! It was done in pink and was all babyish. There was a changing table and a crib in the middle of the room. The room was decorated in true baby fashion as well.
What happened to my room?! Cris shouted. Janice knew the girl was out of control and shoved a large pacifier in her mouth, fastening it behind her head. The pacifier held her tongue in place to disallow any vocal arguments from her charge. They placed the girl in the crib face down and secured a strap across her back and both ankles as well. She was now secured to the crib. Janice reached into her diapers and pulled out the tampon and whispered to the errant child. Now, honey, you may use your diapers and fill them up. Make more noises and you'll stay in the dirty didees 'till morning. Be a good girl and you'll be changed later. Ginny laughed.
The clock chimed at just 3:00 p.m. and Cris moaned. You had better get used to going to bed early, Crissy. I need to decide on a suitable time for you. I think 3:00PM is perfect, that is unless you misbehave. Dina laughed. Oh yes Aunt Ginney, 3:00PM is just fine!...
They covered her up with blankets, securing the blanket pins to prevent unnecessary movement and Janice wheeled over the portable stand. On it and already prepared was a 32 ounce plastic bag of warm baby formula. The other clear bag had a medication drip and was attached to the formula tubing via a Y adapter. This bag contained some muscle relaxants, diuretics and sleeping medication. Janice explained the process as she attached the clear tubing to Meagan's feed pacifier. Well, Crissy, after continual treatment you could very well become totally diaper dependent. Wouldn't that be nice?....
Janice squeezed the bulb, inflating the gag in Crissy's mouth to ensure she would swallow the liquid, and making her tongue well out of the way. Ginny kissed Cris on the forehead and the side was raised and locked.
A nightlight was turned on and the heavy curtains and blinds were closed, blocking out the beautiful sunlight. The room turned dark. A Fisher-Price baby monitor was turned on and the receiver handed to Ginny. Now Crissy, we will monitor your bedtime with this very handy nursery monitor and I assure you, all sounds will be heard, so I suggest you be very quiet. We will come up later to check on you and perhaps even change your diaper. Now good night!
At that point, Janice opened both valves and the rush of the liquid into her mouth was a bit much. Everyone laughed as they heard gurgling sounds and watched Crissy toss her head back and forth in disagreement with this method of discipline. It was amusing to see her carry on so and act resistant towards the disciplinary methods.
The ladies left the room, closing and locking the nursery door. The room was now totally peaceful and quiet, except for the sound of the liquid running into Crissy's mouth, her bowels emptying into her thick, padded diapers and an occasional sob.
At about five o'clock, Janice checked in on her. She was asleep and secured in her crib. Janice shook her, and Crissy awoke with a start.
Time for a diaper change and another enema, my little baby girl, Janice announced. Crissy's eyes grew wide, but since the baby food feeding tube was still secured in her mouth, her only protests were some grunting sounds. Is my baby trying to say something? It sounds like baby wants to tell MOMMY something, Janice snickered.
Dina and Scott returned to the room, and arrived just in time to watch Janice change her soiled diaper. Whew, what a mess! Dina exclaimed. Crissy's face was now beet red as her boyfriend and younger cousin stood there gawking at her messy diaper and shaved pussy. She truly resented their appearance and participation and showed it by making a very angry face. Janice simply smiled back in a condescending manner.
Why don't you two clean her up and get her ready for the enema. I'm going to mix up the solution. I'll be right back, Janice instructed.
The two of them began wiping and washing the hapless girl's cunt and asshole areas, giving extra attention to her clit, which was swollen and flushed with excitement. They felt particularly mischievous in arousing her, since they knew her hands were gloved and there was no way she could relieve herself. Dina smirked at her older cousin as she applied her hands to Cris's skin so delicately, almost tickling the girl to climax. Scott was enjoying himself immensely. This was more of Crissy that he ever had seen and he could take advantage of her, without her bitching at him. She hated to be touched in this humiliating manner.
She was all clean when Janice came back with the red enema bag bulging and foaming at the top. Crissy tried to squirm her way out of the restraints, but to no avail.
Dina strode purposely up to the end of the exam table and applied a firm spank to Crissy's taut and stretched buttocks. In fact, most of her hand fell in the center of Crissy's ass crack and landed on her asshole and the lower portion of her spread cunt, raising a terrible howl from the poor child. Her labia turned an immediate shade of violent red and began to swell, testifying to the make of the blow. Do you want more, young lady, or will this little reminder be enough? Dina demanded. Poor Crissy could only whimper and sob quietly, her pussy now inflamed, her ego totally deflated. Dina smirked again. I think I am going to enjoy myself taking care of my older cousin. Now she'll learn what it means to be under strict domestic discipline. Revenge is sweet, oh believe me it is!...
Scott, why don't you lubricate your baby's anus before insertion? Make sure you get the KY Jelly into the entire rectal cavity. We need to be good and thorough, Janice said. Scott used this opportunity to the maximum effect. He inserted first his long index finger, after applying a generous gob of jelly to the pad of his finger. Resting it against the entrance to the girl's anal sphincter, he began a slow, painstaking caressing circular motion around the perimeter of her tightly clenched rectal flower. Again and again, Scott's finger circled his girlfriend's lewdly spread and outstretched asshole until, finally, with one spirited and very strong thrust, his finger plunged, in one full stroke, deep into Crissy's rectum.
HHHGGGMMMMMPPPPHHH!!!! came a muffled scream from the poor surprised child, outraged at the violent insertion. Janice, not to be dissuaded, used her temporary outburst as an opportunity to quickly insert her middle finger into the girl's rectum along with Scott's, pushing them both rapidly in and out of the now reddened and sore canal. Her subject was now reduced to sobbing like a baby, completely oblivious to the spectacle she was creating in front of her young cousin, who watched all of this with a sly smile spread across her bemused face. She was actually enjoying this!
Janice and Scott removed their fingers from the struggling victim, as Dina offered them the large douche nozzle for the enema. She had just purged the air from the hose, and the tip was dripping with the milky liquid.
Dina, dear, why don't you do the honors for your cousin? I'll supervise to be sure you do everything correctly, Janice offered.
An evil grin came across the twelve-year-old's face as she moved in toward Crissy, lubricating the nozzle. She placed the tip first in Crissy's face, allowing her to see the instrument that would be plunged into her pouty rectum for punishment. She gloated at Crissy's reaction, which was less than acceptable of her chosen fate. Then Dina placed the tip up against the clenched anal ring, and with one sharp motion, inserted it until the hose was almost inside.
Janice told her to unclip the hose, and the water began to flow into Crissy's colon at a rapid rate. When over half the bag was gone, it was obvious Crissy was experiencing a fair amount of cramping.
Janice again slapped her full in the face with resounding make, raising an angry welt across the sobbing girl's cheeks. She then proceeded to plunge not one...not two...but three fingers into Crissy's distended and pained anus...continuing to wiggle her fingers as they probed deeper...deeper until her palm rested tightly against the hysterical girl's crevice, and came to rest, plugging her tightly. Of course, the sealed bowels did not prevent the pain and cramps from having a field day within the poor girl's wrenching bowels. Wave after wave washed over the poor child as she wriggled and moaned, trying desperately to escape the agony she was being maked to endure. But Janice was relentless. She kept the pressure firmly and vigorously applied until the full fifteen minutes had elapsed, ignoring her distress and pain. Finally, she removed her fingers, wiggling and spreading them as she withdrew, to the accompanying howls and whimperings of her squirming adopted daughter, until the plop of withdrawal sounded. She slid a new diaper under her, with several extra thick soaker pads and brought the plastic and cotton garment up and around her slender waist, fastening it tightly.
There really wasn't any time to be embarrassed or ashamed of expulsion in front of her tormentors as the cramps hit hard. Crissy moaned and let go. All of us watched closely as Crissy quickly filled the diaper with the expelled enema in humiliating gushes and bursts. Once she was finished, Janice informed Crissy that she was about to develop a bad case of diaper rash and that she might be changed later on in the evening. But for now, she would have to retain the mess in her tightly padded diapers.
This was as good a time as any to make Crissy look more presentable in her present circumstances. I went to the dresser and got a styling comb and hair clippers and handed them to Janice.
My baby girl's hair is so long that it's getting in the way. Ginny, what do you think about cutting Crissy's hair down to a manageable length? Janice queried. Ginny looked over at her daughter with her long blonde hair spread across the crib and considered what she'd look like with cropped hair. It was waist length and would become very unmanageable with the lifestyle they had in mind for her. After considering it for a moment, she nodded her approval to Janice, who lost no time in grabbing the comb and shears and getting to work.
Crissy was helped out of the crib and sat upon a barstool with arms. Her hands were still mittened and clipped to the restraint belt, so she wouldn't interfere with their plans. She tried to blurt out obscenities at her captors, but the effectiveness of the pacifier prevented any kind of backtalk. Noticing that, Dina mockingly stated, Gee Aunt Ginny, Crissy was never this quiet before. She always had something to say and always had to have the last word. Now she just mumbles..... They all laughed at that. Well until she stops yelling, complaining and swearing, I just might make her wear the pacifier all the time she allowed is up. Wouldn't that be nice, honey? Dina smirked, but she had something else in mind for the hapless girl....
Janice proceeded to cut her hair in a boyish bowl style haircut, using first the comb and scissors to smooth out her extra long silky hair that she had for the last nineteen years of her life. Such soft, silky hair Aunt Ginny. It would make a great wig for me, oh please? Somewhat startled, yet pleased at Dina's reply, Ginny nodded, causing Crissy to squirm even more in the chair. Scott laughed as he sat back to watch the proceedings with arms folded.
Janice then started cutting the long lengths until her hair was just short of her neck. Dina eagerly picked up the silken tresses and placed them in a humidified bag to be taken to a local hairdresser and made into a wig for her as she had suggested. Janice then reached for the electric clippers and Crissy started fighting her, realizing she was about to lose her hair forever. Keep moving like that young lady, and I will be maked to clip everything off, then shave your head bald! Hmmm?? Well, the point came across and Crissy only fussed beneath her effective pacifier gag. The clippers were placed against her neck and worked up on all sides. Then Janice chose a plastic bowl and placed it on top of Crissy's head. She began clipping the hair around the bowl very evenly and efficiently. Now she looked even younger, and just like a young boy to boot, except for the fact that her clean-shaven pussy was also on display. With the diaper refastened, it was hard to tell.
There! That's more like it! Janice said as she admired her own handiwork. Ginny exclaimed, Now I like this indeed, she looks like a boy, except for those eyelashes. They're too feminine, hmmm?? Janice looked her over and knew what to do. She grabbed a pair of trimming scissors and began clipping off the lashes, leaving very little, so as to appear boyish.
YES!! That's it! Great job, Janice, great job!
Crissy looked somewhat ridiculous as everyone made a big deal of her new haircut. Then Ginny looked at her watch. Oh my goodness, it's dinnertime. Oh, sorry Crissy not for you! It's bedtime for you, young lady. Let's get her ready and we can enjoy a nice lasagna dinner I specially prepared for this occasion. Cris's eyes lit up. She loved lasagna. She stamped her feet and threw a tantrum. Janice snickered. I agree Ginny, our little baby is acting so cranky, let's get her ready for bed now!... Ginny brought out a thick padded flannel sleeper from the closet and Janice pulled off her baby doll nightie. That left her breasts exposed and Scott sneered and savored them as he stared intensely. Dina laughed and held her hand to her face, making mockery of her older cousin.
Cris was maked into the humiliating garment that had attached feet and hand mittens and it was super warm and heavy. Cris felt that it was one hundred degrees inside and protested by moaning and groaning. She was quickly put into the crib on her tummy, a position she hated and the straps fastened, then her blankets covered her to her neck and the blanket pins to secure them, allowing for very little movement. It was Dina, who leaned over to kiss her cousin on the forehead, smirking. Nighty Night, bratty cousin. Sweet dreams!...The crib side was raised and locked and the room darkened once more. We'll be back up in a little while Crissy with another formula feeding and some medication to help you sleep, all right babykins? she said mockingly. Then Dina, Scott, Ginny and Janice paraded out closing and locking the door behind them, as they went downstairs to enjoy a nice quiet dinner. Crissy simply groaned and began to regret her initial acceptance of this disciplinary treatment. After all, she was nineteen and a young woman now, not a baby! Crissy eventually fell asleep to the soft, smooth voice of a self-hypnosis tape recording that kept looping over and over. All she could remember hearing is some reference to talking like a baby, trigger words, commands, and other things she didn't understandPart Four
Crissy was already awake at about seven o'clock the next morning when Janice, Ginny, Scott, Dina and I came in. We shut off the tape recorder and checked her diaper, which we found needed changing. Cris was dressed in a white lacy babydoll top that ended at her waist as opposed to the heavy sleeper. Despite Crissy's verbal objections through her muffled pacifier, Dina volunteered to change the diaper while Janice went to make breakfast for Cris. Cris was mortified to be diaper-changed by her young cousin. This situation was definitely getting out of hand!
Janice was busy in the kitchen preparing a breakfast for an errant nineteen year old baby. Nothing like a breakfast she was used to though, as it consisted of baby rice cereal mixed with warm Similac formula and strained prunes. Dina escorted the errant girl downstairs and into the kitchen. Then she assisted as Cris was strapped into her high chair. Her mittens were removed, though her wrists were secured to the chair with velcro and her pacifier was removed. Don't even think of saying one word Crissy dear, or I'll plug you with the pacifier again and you'll have only liquids through your tummy, am I clear?... Crissy looked up at Ginny and spoke not a word, although her facial reactions were that of a girl about to have a major temper tantrum. Sensing her displeasure, Ginney decided to make this event as humiliating and degrading as possible. Ginny and Janice took turns spoon feeding the tasteless, bland cereal to Crissy who, as often as not, would spit it out, making a real mess. They deliberately maked heaping spoonfuls into her pouty mouth and Cris was showing her recalcitrance by becoming obstinate with her maked feeding. After a few minutes of this, they had had enough.
That's it! Janice scowled, as she grabbed up the bowls and cleared the high chair. You haven't learned to eat like a well-behaved child should. We'll fix that! Janice instructed me to sit in the punishment chair as she and Ginny dragged Crissy by the wrists over to me. They placed her to my right, then bent her over my lap, positioning her so her diapered ass was raised in the center of my spread legs. Ginny unfastened the diaper, after which Janice pulled it off in one smooth motion, leaving the baby's small, smooth bottom on display in front of all of us. Janice instructed me to hold Crissy down tightly as she replaced the punishment mittens on her hands and linked them to a leg of the chair with a short piece of Velcro strap. I placed one arm over her waist and the other over her exposed thighs, pulling her tightly into me. When Janice was satisfied that Crissy was properly secured for her punishment, she had Scott retrieve the paddle from the dresser.
This will teach you to spit out your food! I would think you'd be grateful that we were taking such good care of you, but no, you go and spit in our faces! For that, you're going to receive a paddling from everyone here, Janice said with great satisfaction. Dina, you're first. Show your big baby cousin how displeased you are with her! Janice ordered. Dina had an evil grin on her face as she eagerly accepted the paddle from Janice and took up her position in front of me. Before beginning, Dina leaned over and said softly to her intended victim, Cris, I want you to take this without crying or whimpering, OK? If you fuss too much, I'll be maked to ask permission to give you more swats, understand? GO TO HELL YOU BIT.....gaaaa......oooohhh...aaahhhh..gooooo.... was what came out of Cris's mouth. Cris even stopped in wonderment at the baby talk that had just come out. How did THAT happen? she wondered.
Everyone else just stopped and stared at Crissy, and even Dina's hand with the paddle froze in mid-air. First Scott, then Ginny, then the rest of us began giggling, finally breaking out in full laughter at what had happened to Crissy. Of course! The hypnotic tapes had their first effective tryout-and it worked! Crissy would now trigger her own baby prattle every time she began cussing or swearing. This finally dawned on her as she looked around at the group of people who were there laughing at her expense. She turned dark red before she broke into tears and turned her face away from everyone else. It was Dina who spoke. How sweet!....Isn't Crissy speaking so sweetly?
The laughter continued.
When we settled down, we realized the task at hand had been temporarily neglected. I readjusted and tightened my grip on the hapless victim, as Dina prepared to deliver the first spanks with the paddle.
Ready, Dina? I asked. Ready, Doctor, here it goes! she replied as she wound her arm up and back, then brought it down on the captive girl's exposed buns. WHACKKK!!! OWWWWW, Crissy wailed and tried to wiggle off my lap. She couldn't escape the punishment, and she knew it. Dina kept up the paddling for at least a dozen strokes, until Janice finally told her to turn the paddle over to Scott. Licking his lips and swallowing hard, Scott took up where Dina left off, only striking the spank spot harder and causing the girl to really start thrashing around. After Scott had delivered about ten strokes, it was Ginny's turn, then mine, and finally Janice brought up the rear with ten solid ones of her own. By this time, Crissy was squirming and crying, blubbering more like a baby all the time.
When the spanking was done, Janice pulled her off my lap and dragged her over to the corner by her ear, where she was instructed to face the corner and hold her pajama baby doll top up high so we could all see her red ass on display. The fact it was already waist length didn't matter.
Are you ever going to give us trouble feeding you again? Janice shouted in her ear. Crissy's only response was a low murmur as she shook her head from side to side, eyes downcast. Otherwise Crissy remained silent.
Everyone got busy cleaning up the room while waiting for Dina's mother to arrive. A seamstress, she had just custom-made a toddler's set of clothes for Crissy and would be coming by to give them a fitting.
A short time later, the doorbell sounded, and Ginny admitted Dina's mother, Susan, to the punishment room. Janice had already begun re-diapering Crissy, and had slipped on a pair of heavy, tight, plastic punishment pants over the diaper. She was in the process of pulling up the white tights when Susan arrived.
Hello, Susan. Let's see what you've brought for the new baby today, shall we? Janice said with obvious anticipation.
Seeing Crissy in thick padded diapers and the babydoll top was too much. And those hand mittens.... Susan smiled at her niece. Is this the new baby?? How sweet! She'll be the belle of her coming-out party won't she? Crissy looked at her with sincere and utter hatred.
WHAT COMING-OUT PARTY? Is she daft? Is everyone here crazy? I'm an adult at nineteen years of age and I'm being treated like a two-month-old baby! She pouted and stomped her foot at the displeasure of what was about to happen.
Then Susan removed a frilly white baby dress with puffy sleeves and a very high bodice and a satin sash. The dress was very, very short! In addition, she had stiff crinoline petticoats with rows of frilly lace and pink ribbons about the skirt to compliment the dress, and a pair of black patent leather shoes with top straps and buckles. Ginny and Janice unclipped her mittened hands from her restraint belt, so they could slip on the clothes, and in no time had Crissy standing before us all in her new little girl outfit. Her thick diapers and plastic pants were removed and a pair of white cotton panties with childish designs was placed on her pouty hips. She wore short lacy edged white anklets and the mary-jane style shoes. The dress was short; so short in fact, that it ended abruptly at her waist. The waistband of her tights and panties and all of her underwear was on display to everyone! How cute!
Susan made some adjustments to the fit, and finally announced that the outfit was perfect for Cris! There! This is a perfect fit for our two month old baby girl, Ginny, don't you agree? Ginny stared at her errant daughter with smirks. Oh yes, I love the delicious babyish effect and the ribbons and lace. Perhaps this time it will help her tow the line! Susan had always bad feelings toward Crissy and was very good at her act of condescension towards the nineteen year old errant child standing before her.
Dina made faces at her cousin. How long will Crissy remain a two month old baby Aunt Ginny? The women looked at each other. From the mouths of babes, comes the most intelligent thoughts.
Well, I am glad you brought that up, because tomorrow I am going to discuss that issue with everyone. Isn't that correct Janice? Janice smiled. Oh yes, we have some ideas to present to the family with options, so DO plan on being here! Crissy wasn't sure what all this meant!
Crissy was now presentable to the visitors who would be coming in only a little while. Crissy had no idea what shame was about to befall her, but the rest of us knew and couldn't wait. Janice knew one thing though. She would pay dearly for the food throwing incident. She could be put on a maked feeding with the special pacifier and two quart bag of formula if necessary!....
Crissy was having a temper tantrum as she pounded her shoes on the floor and found it convenient to start yelling. You can't treat me like this. I'll have all of you arrested, I will, I swear! You just wait! I'll...
THAT'S IT! shouted Janice, who stepped forward to make the pacifier into her mouth. Only this wasn't her regular pacifier. It was bigger and had a short tube attached to a squeeze bulb. It was the maked feed pacifier that was used on her previously. Once in and fastened around the girl's head, Janice pumped up the gag, making the inner balloon to keep her tongue down and her throat clear. Dina looked at Janice.
I guess the tapes didn't work too bad. I was hoping she would talk baby prattle all the time. She is too much to handle otherwise, Dina noted. At that, Ginny smirked, Hmmmmm. I have an idea! We can use some of those advanced hypnosis tapes to program her to talk baby talk all the time, that is, until we program her to stop. Sort of like a toggle switch. I think we can do it by just following the doctor's instructions! Dina looked at her aunt solemnly.
Aunt Ginny?....Please understand something, OK? All the time Crissy baby-sat me, she was rude and demeaning to me. I think that wearing a pacifier all the time is not the answer. I just want her to talk sweetly and the only way I can think of is all the time. I would forget about the off switch though. At least I know I will! Janice leaned down to talk to Dina.
I understand Dina. You won't have to use the off switch, OK, dear? She smiled with sincerity. Dina smiled back, for she understood. The power of the hypnotherapy process must be very strong!
Ginny and Janice decided they would have to wait until baby Crissy was put to bed again, then put on the correct tapes for this new idea. Meanwhile, there was much work ahead for today.
Now that our little darling is dressed and finished with breakfast, I think it's about time she spent some penance time in the corner until our guests arrive. Oh yes, Crissy! G-U-E-S-T-S! Won't YOU be surprised! Ginny marched her to the corner and reclipped her mittened hands to the restraint belt. Crissy mumbled something unintelligible. Susan, DIna and Ginney sat down to converse, whilst Janice and Tom discussed the training methods necessary to keep Crissy in line.
It wasn't long before the doorbell rang. Crissy was overly humiliated now. It was her Aunt Veronica and the twins, 10-year-olds Marissa and Matthew that she used to babysit all the time. What are they doing here? she shuddered to herself.
Veronica and the twins came into the living room and were greeted by Dina, who told them the baby would be brought in shortly to meet them. They really had no idea what was going on, only that there was a new baby being cared for at Ginny's house, and it somehow involved Crissy. The twins were not particularly happy to be there, as they would rather have been playing with their friends on a Sunday afternoon and they had not gotten along well with Crissy when she used to babysit for them. She was a bit strict, and was generally no fun. They just wanted to be somewhere else right now.
Ginny finally walked into the living room, followed by Janice, Scott and me. I held Crissy by the arm, though she was quite resistant to walk. I understood, considering the humiliation she was about to face. I pulled on her arm and her ear to stress my point that I decide what she does from now on and she had no other alternative but to obey. Her discomfort and embarrassment at being seen like this, was quite obvious and delightful as I dragged my errant daughter to a spot in the middle of the room, and made her stand right in front of our guests. Veronica and the twins went silent and looked at the big baby for a few seconds without the significance registering. Suddenly it began to dawn on them what they were seeing. MOMMY, it's Cousin Crissy! exclaimed Matthew with wide eyes. Holy shit, Veronica thought to herself, it IS Crissy. And what's happened to her? As the sight of the nineteen year-old girl appearing as a baby finally registered, they burst out laughing, all of them pointing at her with derision. The twins were beside themselves with glee at the obvious humiliation of the witch who gave them both such a hard time when she baby-sat them in the past.
Matthew stared at her panty clad bottom and grew hard with excitement, seeing his bratty nineteen year old cousin in underpants and tights. This was just too much for a ten year old boy to bear, so he burst out in hideous laughter. Ginny said, Veronica, Marissa and Matthew, I want to introduce you to our new baby, Crissy. Crissy could only stand there, face flushed red, head bowed low at this ultimate embarrassment. Dina was looking on proudly, as she wanted everyone to know that she had played a part in this transformation.
Crissy's been a bad girl. Some of the things she's done lately have been childish and unbecoming of an adult. Because of that, I decided to treat her just like the baby she is, to make her understand that her behavior will dictate her future treatment, Ginny explained. Ginny and Janice went on, with Dina's help, to point out her new short haircut, the short baby skirt that barely came to her waist, her white tights, tight plastic pants and diapers. The description of her clothing to the audience while acting as if she weren't even there was mortifying. All this resulted in only giggles from the twins. Finally, Ginny went on to enlist their help.
To make Crissy's training effective and complete, I need help from all of you, Ginny said. We've started her training, but it has to be kept ongoing if it's to have the desired effect. Veronica, I'd like you to pitch in and help us feed and discipline her. Matthew and Marissa, I'm going to ask you to babysit your cousin to give us a rest. Of course, you'll be expected to punish her if she gives you any trouble, and we will train you both in the methods to bring about the desired outcome. While the twins squealed with delight to show their agreement, Crissy couldn't stand it any longer and began to mouth off.
I'm not going to let you do this to me, you bastards! This is bullsh....gagagaga...geee..goo...goo, was how her planned protest turned out. As much as she tried to protest and yell at everyone, all that would come out was babytalk. Veronica and the twins were beside themselves with laughter.
Marissa sneered in a condescending tone, Too bad she doesn't always speak in sweet baby prattle, then we wouldn't have to put up with her foul mouth. Always trying to get in the last word and always trying to shut everyone else off, so she could be heard. Oh, only if there was a way....
Both Janice and Ginny smiled at Marissa and nodded. Dina went over to her and whispered into her ear. Marissa laughed and put her hand over her mouth. REALLY?...Oh Goody!.... Then both girls held each other as they engaged in childish, girlish laughter that echoed throughout the room.
Janice was so proud of what she had accomplished in such a short time. While I was laughing along with everyone else, Crissy bolted for the front door, opening it before anyone could catch her. Janice and I took off after her, finally grabbing her just as she got to the bottom of the front steps. I pinned her arms behind her back while Janice grabbed what was left of her hair and we marched her smartly back inside the house, where there was a collective sigh of relief. Janice was really agitated by this display of impudence, and immediately began preparing for Crissy's punishment.
Well, twins, you're about to get your first assignment. Go into the punishment room upstairs and bring me down the tawse that's on the dresser, Janice told them. They both raced to the stairway, each trying to beat the other so that the winner would have the honor of handing the punishment instrument to Janice.
Marissa had obviously won, as she came bounding back into the living room, slightly out of breath, and excitedly handed the tawse to Janice. Janice instructed that Scott and Dina prepare Crissy. Scott lifted her short dress and tucked the hem up around her waist, as Dina peeled down the white tights, rubber pants and Mickey Mouse panties. Janice re-applied the punishment mittens and secured the clips together, giving them the effect of handcuffs. With her underwear down at her ankles, Janice made Scott put Crissy's arms around his neck so he was supporting her. Scott was told to grab her tightly about the waist and pull her into him so she would not be able to move. The victim prepared, punishment was about to be administered.
Marissa, dear, since you were the one to bring me the tawse, I'm going to allow you the privilege of using it on your cousin first, said Janice. Oh, thank you, Miss Janice, little Marissa said gratefully as she took the tawse offered to her. Meanwhile, Matthew was skipping around Crissy and Scott, saying Crissy's gonna get it, Crissy's gonna get it... in his childish singsong voice, while trying to get a good vantage point to see what an adult shaved pussy looked like. What he could make out so far was that it resembled Marissa's, but was just a bit more puffy. His 10-year-old cock was getting pretty excited about all this.
Janice gave Marissa some quick pointers on how to apply the tawse, the target areas and amount of make to use. Needless to say, she advocated swinging as hard as possible.
Is this right, Miss Janice? Marissa asked, as she practiced swinging the tawse and stopping just short of making contact. That looks good, honey, go to it. Give her ten to start with, then we'll give Matthew a turn, replied Janice. Crissy was beside herself with shame, hearing them discuss her punishment with her younger cousins present, and as if she weren't even there. Delaying the punishment was worse, her anticipation building to the breaking point.
Finally, Marissa began to apply the tawse. Swish...SMACK!!! Swish...SMACK!!! The tawse came down on the captive baby's buttcheeks ten times, with Crissy struggling and howling with each smack. While Marissa had a gleeful smile on her face watching the smooth round buttocks quiver and redden, Scott was doing all he could to hold Crissy tight as she struggled. Each time Marissa applied the tawse, Crissy's pelvis would jerk and grind against Scott's groin, giving him a huge erection which was prominently outlined against his jeans. He was enjoying himself immensely, a fact not unnoticed by Janice, Ginny and Veronica.
When Marissa had completed her ten strokes, Janice handed the tawse over to Matthew, who swallowed hard, and looked like he couldn't believe his good fortune. Janice told him that he was also to administer ten strokes, which he began without further ado. Matthew's swats were noticeably harder than Marissa's, and Crissy's squirming and struggling was correspondingly more violent as a result. Veronica was paying rapt attention to the proceedings before her, and she was fidgety with excitement herself. As Matthew was finishing, she asked Ginny if she could deliver a few swats. Ginny, sensing her arousal, consented, and Veronica soon had command of the tawse, applying ten of the best to the now red-hot posterior of the crying baby.
Janice then unhooked the punishment mittens, letting Crissy rub her burning asscheeks with the mittens as she danced around in the middle of the floor. Janice and I dragged her over to a corner by her ears, where she was made to kneel facing the wall with her hands fastened to the legs of two overstuffed chairs on either side. Her short dress remained tucked up at her waist, and her tights and panties remained at her ankles, leaving her bottom on display to all present. Marissa and Matthew were charged with keeping watch over her lest she try to escape again, or even try to cover up her exposed fanny. Both youngsters eagerly assumed their watch over her, craning their necks to get a better view of her exposed private parts which were of great interest at their age.
After everyone freshened up, Janice began preparing a special babyfood formula for Crissy, since she had to be fed before being put to bed early. In addition, Crissy was about to get something special from the twins. Marissa whispered to her mom, who went to Ginny and made a request from the twins. How appropriate!...I never thought of that. Let's wait 'till Janice comes back down, OK? Marissa told Matthew and he laughed, too. Meanwhile Crissy was in deep shame and utter devastating humiliation. Who would have thought it would come down to this? she thought. Why, even my boyfriend is participating willingly and those bratty cousins, the little pudfuckers, I hate them! I wish I could get away, run away and never come back!
Janice went upstairs to the punishment room and began assembling the feeding bag, tube and special mouthpiece which resembled an oversize pacifier with an opening where the feeding tube entered. This device would allow delivery of large amounts of babyfood at a rapid rate to Crissy when Janice filled it up.
Soon Ginny and Scott arrived in the room with Crissy, and placed her in the middle of the room and began removing all her clothes. Matthew and Marissa were present along with Dina who stood nearby watching this spectacle. Matthew for the first time got to see his former babysitter and nineteen-year-old cousin completely naked and this appealed to him immensely!
She was placed on her back on the changing table, but not before her breasts were exposed to the three children. The girls laughed and made faces at their cousin, and Matthew licked his chops and laughed too. Crissy would never forgive her mom for this violation of privacy. They would always remember their cousin this way!
She was re-diapered with rustling plastic pants pulled over the diapers, then with a full one-piece pajama with feet was pulled on, covering her completely. She was made to stand before the three children, cousins that she once baby-sat for, and was told to be very polite and say goodnight to each of them and thank them for coming over to help out. Crissy bit her tongue very hard. She knew she couldn't repeat those words, it would be humiliating, awkward, and out of character. There was apparently no other option as she stared back at Ginny with eyes of hatred and anger.
You heard what I said young lady, NOW!!!! Crissy balked and stomped her foot and shouted, NO I WON'T , NO I WON'T! YOU... A slap to her face ceased the outcry from the child.
Janice looked at Ginny. I suggest we try Marissa's idea, Ginny. It just might bring this baby to her senses. Ginny laughed and went into the bathroom. She returned with a small brown bottle and a cup with a feeding top. She poured about half of the bottle amounting to several ounces into the cup and placed the top back on. She turned to Marissa. This is for all those times your cousin mistreated you with her mouth and impudent language. Come here dear! Marrissa walked over to Crissy, who was firmly strapped onto the changing table.
Ginny handed her the cup and went around to the head of the table and with her hands, tilted the girl's head backward. Crissy tried to fight as was expected, but Ginny had the edge. As she did so, Janice directed Marrissa as to what should be done. Marissa looked at her in scorn. You are a bad baby, Crissy! This is for all those times you treated me like a child. Time for a payback! Then whispering into her ear, mumbled one word...bitch. She tried to make the nipple into her mouth, but Crissy kept her lips sealed. Let me help, Marissa, shouted Dina as she pinched Crissy's nostrils tightly, making her to open her mouth. When she did, the nipple was maked into her mouth and the thick oily liquid passed down into her throat. Crissy coughed and gagged, amidst the laughter of the family members. All done, and Crissy had nothing more to say as Janice applied the special feeding pacifier and strapped it into place, after having to pry her jaws apart to overcome her resistance. She could only groan now. The special liquid she was just given was an old standby for naughty and constipated children...castor oil!
She was laid in the crib, and the punishment mittens were once again fastened to her waist belt so she could not escape or masturbate.
Janice arrived and emptied a large bowl of the special babyfood concoction into the feeding bag, and worked the paste down the tube to the mouthpiece. She placed the second bag on the other hook. It contained a clear liquid that consisted of diuretics, sleeping medication and Pedialyte. She set the medication dripper and checked the Y adapter unit and nodded for Ginney to attach the tube to her pacifier. Then she started the drip, and Crissy tossed about.
OK, Baby Cris, time for din-din! she announced. The feeding tube and pacifier were held in place by two strips of clear surgical tape running from the tube to Crissy's cheek and chin. This special formula was guaranteed to fatten her up and help her progress through the training regimen.
Since it was about 3:00 p.m., Ginny announced that it was Crissy's bedtime, and that she would be put to sleep. We all pitched in pulling down the shades, turning on the nightlight and activating the room baby monitor. The tape recorder with the advanced hypnosis tapes was switched on and the volume adjusted to a comfortable level. After kissing Crissy good night, we left the room, and left Crissy alone with her thoughts.
The new tape that kept looping emitted the same soothing male voice as before, but some of the words like command and some numbers were different. Although all this was meaningless to Crissy, she remembered what happened after the first tapes were played, and she wondered what would happen now!
At about 9 p.m., we looked in on Crissy, and after doing a quick diaper change and removing the feeding tube, we left her alone for the rest of the night. Part Five
THE COMING OUT PARTY
With Crissy all dolled up in her new finery, Janice and Ginny were anxious to get her presented to the newcomers before she could mess up her outfit. The guests had already begun arriving, each bringing with them a dish of food or some beverages as their contribution to this event. They had been told the purpose of the party, along with what to expect regarding Crissy's behavior and attitude. The selected attendees were carefully chosen for their interest in Crissy's transformation as well as their dislike of Crissy for being bitchy to them in the past. This was payback time!
OK, now, Crissy, we're going to meet some friends today. I want you to be on your best behavior. Remember to be polite and keep your clothes clean. You look very cute, babykins, let's keep it that way, Ginny admonished her. Crissy only looked languidly at Ginny and cooed softly.
This was it! Ginny led the way to the living room, followed by Janice and I holding Crissy by the arms between us. When we entered the living room with the new baby, everyone present stood up and clapped with obvious delight. There was even a whistle from one of the boys. As for Crissy, she stopped dead when she saw who was there: her old boyfriend Ron, Uncle Dave, and Linda and Julie, who were two neighbor girls Crissy used to babysit for, now twelve and fourteen years old respectively. These were in addition to the rest of her training cadre, meaning Janice, Ginny, Dina, Matthew, Marissa, Veronica, Scott and myself. A nice little party for a very special little girl!
As Crissy stood there with her head down, blushing furiously, there was a rumble of conversation about how cute she looked, comments about her new hairstyle, and some pointing and giggling at her toddler's outfit, which strongly resembled a baby's Christening dress. It had very puffed sleeves, with the skirt ending at her waistline, exposing her childish cotton panties with flowery print adorned over them, Lilac colored tights (Crissy hated tights) and black patent Mary Janes. Linda and Julie touched her baby dress, as they looked at their former babysitter. Linda dear, Isn't this material sweet and deliciously babyish for Crissy?... Julie laughed. Of course it is, but Crissy's a baby and deserving of such a babyish dress. What a bad little baby you are Crissy!...
Everyone agreed that this was the best thing Ginny had done to bring her errant daughter into line, and they unanimously approved. Ron glared at her and eyed her up from top to bottom, nodding his head and smiling. Uncle Dave, a pervert in Crissy's mind, also laughed and stared at her panty clad crotch. This annoyed Crissy. Veronica and the twins laughed and talked, pointing and laughing some more at Crissy's comeuppance.
Ginny and Janice exchanged approving glances, satisfied that their work was effective and appreciated by the others. But enough dallying. here was so much more to demonstrate to the audience.
Crissy's going into her playpen now, while we have something to eat and relax for a bit, Ginny announced. Janice lifted Crissy up under her arms and I grabbed her waist, lifting her over the playpen railing, sitting her inside on the padded bottom. We stoodby and watched as the teasing began. Julie laughed as she handed Crissy a rattle. Baby make noise? Julie said as she rattled the toy in front of her. Crissy was so incensed at this degradation by her former charge that she grabbed the rattle and threw it across the room, just missing her Uncle Dave. It appears that we made a mistake in removing her hand mittens.
What the hell...? Janice exclaimed when she saw Dave duck and heard the rattle bounce off the wall. She marched over to the playpen in long strides, arriving just as Crissy was picking up a neon orange ball to throw at Linda. SMACK!! Janice came in with a perfect slap across Crissy's face, causing her to fall backward and start crying.
What do you think you're doing? Janice yelled. You were warned to be on your best behavior. You really blew it now! Janice was secretly pleased that she would now have the opportunity to demonstrate some discipline procedures to the assembled guests. She pulled up an armless straight-backed chair and put it in the center of the room. She ordered Scott and Ron to bring Crissy over to her as she sat down. The two young men grabbed Crissy by the arms and effortlessly lifted the struggling girl to her feet, then over the top rail of the playpen. Her feet didn't even touch the floor until she was standing before Janice. She knew she was in for it now!
Janice ordered Scott and Ron to hold her still, then told Linda and Julie to lower Crissy's childish cotton panties and tights. Linda and Julie couldn't contain their glee as they began roughly pulling down her underwear , leaving her butt exposed in front of everyone. Julie looked amazed at Crissy's smooth pussy, mentally comparing it with her own pubescent crop of hair. Oh, she really DID look like a baby now! Look Linda, Crissy is bald!...Ooooh just like a baby too, no hair at all!... Oh Yes, my dear and so infantiley delicious!..., Julie exclaimed. They both held each other up as they laughed like two giddy schoolgirls.
Crissy was maked over Janice's lap, where she was adjusted for maximum bottom exposure. Janice told Ron to hold her legs and Scott to hold her hands twisted up behind her back. Once the baby girl was secured, Janice was ready to deliver the correction.
CRACKKK!!! The first spank landed squarely across the right cheek, resounding throughout the room and bringing absolute silence from the spectators. Four spanks were delivered before Janice decided that there was a little touch she could add to increase the effect.
Matthew, would you go into Crissy's room and bring me the bottle of baby oil like a good boy? Janice asked. Of course Aunt Ginney, I would be happy to...Matthew raced to Crissy's room, returning in a flash with the clear baby oil. Everyone watched as Janice applied a liberal coating of baby oil to Crissy's smooth buttocks, rubbing it in well, but leaving plenty on the surface also. After handing the bottle back to Matthew, the spanking started again.
SMACKKK!!!! Janice's hand landed louder and harder than the last time, the effect magnified by the baby oil. By this time everyone had come around behind where Ron was holding her legs so her bare asscheeks could be clearly viewed. Because Ron was kneeling with one ankle pinned under each of his armpits, her legs were spread enough so her asshole and pouty pussy lips were visible, especially to the younger children present. Fifteen smacks later, Janice declared the wailing girl punished, and she was ordered to the corner, with underpants and tights still lowered to her knees. The restraint belt was fastened about her waist and her hands covered in mittens and clipped to the belt to prevent any reaction by Crissy against her captors.
The four children were assigned to surround her and keep watch on her while the adults cleaned up and chatted. While Crissy was standing there wiggling around, trying to escape her restraints, so she could rub her burning bottom, without success. The kids would poke her asscheeks and laugh, as Crissy mewled and whined and tried to bat their hands away. All that could come out of Crissy's mouth was the baby babble...which was frustrating as hell to Crissy, but a great source of amusement for the children.
As for the adults and kids, they were having a hell of a time. The sight of Crissy dressed up like a two month old, then having her underpants lowered and spanked, was just too good. They all commented, however, that the baby talk was much more pleasing to their ears than the garbage that used to come out when she was snotty or cursing. Nobody missed the old Crissy.
As the adults finished eating and relaxing, Janice told them that she wanted them to stay for Crissy's feeding. All readily agreed. Based on what they had already witnessed, the feeding was sure to be another adventure.
Janice prepared the baby food, which consisted of strained peas and carrots, followed by strained prunes and three bottles of warm Similac baby formula. She instructed the twins, Marrissa and Matthew to pull up her underpants now, which they did with Linda and Julie looking on. Scott brought her over to the special high chair by her ear, sat her down and strapped her in. She resented this and tried to fight him. He whispered to her. It's about time Crissy!...This is for all those times you wouldn't be nice to me. Since her arms and legs were secured to the chair, she couldn't move, an advantage since she was being so difficult, restraints were necessary.
As the guests crowded around the high chair, Janice and brought over her babyfood and formula to the delight of the guests. When it was all ready, I nodded for Linda to begin her humiliating feeding. Crissy fidgeted and moaned, attempting in every way, to escape from this humiliating torment. The more she tried to be uncooperative, the more everyone was amused and commented on her childish behavior. Act your age Crissy!...That's right...TWO MONTHS OLD..Brat!.., Julie commented with both hands on her hips. Linda shook her head laughing. Dina stuck out her tongue and smirked and Matthew just grinned.
Linda scooped up a large spoonful of baby mush and pinching her nose maked it in. This was too much to bear for even a nineteen year old. Crissy was made to swallow wallow as Julie tickled her throat, much to everyone's amusement. Crissy tried so hard to resist as everyone enjoyed her displeasure, but could not. She wanted so much to get away and have revenge on everyone here at the party. She shook her head continuously and pulled at her restraints.
Likely affected by the smell of the delicious adult food in the kitchen, she couldn't stand to eat more baby food, and finally she succeeded in spitting out a mouthful at Linda. Luckily, Linda had a small towel and caught the mess before it reached her. This infuriated Crissy, who turned red with hatred towards her young tormentor. The spectators inhaled in unison, surprised that the baby, who had just been punished, dared defy her caretakers again.
Crissy!...That behavior will not be tolerated and I assure you that you will finish every humiliating drop of food, young lady, please proceed Linda!....
I scolded her in front of everyone in a condescending manner and although still somewhat un-cooperative, Linda spoon fed her. She was deeply ashamed with every mouthful and found it hard to swallow, but she did, thanks to Dina who took over for Julie and tickled her throat to make compliance. Janice took notice of the effectiveness of the children's attitude towards their former babysitter and smirked.
Crissy even tried to go through the motions of throwing up, but luckily did not, thanks to Dina massaging her throat. After her feeding was complete, the children teased her, whilst the guests were conversing. Sissy Crissy!...Your not so sadistic now that your MOMMY has punished you, brat!.... Julie concurred. Oh yes Linda, isn't she deliciously babyish in her little baby dress and tights. You know how she always hated those tights!..HAHAHAHA Dina chimed in, Aw wittle baby, not so tough now huh?...Wittle bad babies with bad tempers go to bed early!... Matthew eyed up her crotch and snickered. Nice underpants cousin. Marrissa teased her to no end. Crissy dear, You are such a brat. You must be constipated, huh wittle baby (bitch)...
>From somewhere came the answer to a question about age, and the girl who answered mentioned the word fourteen. As soon as the number was uttered, Crissy began cursing and swearing in spite of the pacifier blocking her mouth. Dina was more determined now than ever to put a stop to this errant behavior.
Hearing this, the adults halted their conversation to comment. It's obvious that more strict punishment is called for here, Janice announced to the group, sounding like a professor instructing students on how to perform certain experiments. I want you all to observe closely as we administer a retention enema to the young lady using a double Bardex nozzle. Ginney handed Dina a large pacifier into Crissy's haughty mouth and proceeded to strap it behind her head tightly. This sufficiently muffled her cries of protest. I sent Scott up to the bathroom to retrieve the enema bag and Bardex nozzle, and I sent Dina to fetch the KY jelly and box of tissues. When they returned, I began preparing the soapy/glycerine enema solution while Ginny, Janice and the girls prepared Crissy. She was unstrapped from the high chair, then helped onto the dining table, face down and spread-eagled, with hands and feet tied to the table legs with Velcro straps.
Once again, the guests gathered around facing the girl's rear end, so they had a perfect view of all her private areas. Matthew managed to worm his way close to the table, so he was in front of the larger adults, who were blocking his view. Julie gave him an elbow in the ribs when she caught him squeezing his cock through his pants. While he was totally embarrassed at being caught playing with himself, Julie grinned at the fact she was the cause of his embarrassment.
I set the enema equipment up beside the table, and Julie took instruction from Janice on how to lubricate both the nozzle with the two balloons and the girl's rectum. Julie learned fast, and enjoyed what she was doing. When she got to slip her finger into her former tormentor's asshole, she grinned widely as she pushed it in all the way and twisted it around inside the squirming girl's butt. She seemed like she wanted to keep her finger in there forever, but finally Janice told her, OK, Julie, that's enough. We have to get on with the enema now.
Janice took the lubricated nozzle from Julie, spread Crissy's asscheeks with her thumb and forefinger, and inserted the nozzle tip. Twisting the balloon in a clockwise direction while pushing, she slowly inserted it to a point just inside her anal sphincter. Satisfied it was in the correct position, she made sure the valve in the inflation tube was closed, then began squeezing the inflator bulb with small puffs of air. After about four squeezes, she stopped and gave the enema hose a tug, finding it firmly seated inside the rectum. She then did the same with the outer cuff, creating a puffball on the outside of Crissy's anus. Janice explained to the children watching that this setup would ensure that Crissy retained all the enema solution until it was decided to let her go to the toilet. This produced a titter of amusement for the kids, who couldn't wait for the water flow to begin.
Janice gave me a nod and I opened the clip, allowing the water to flow into Crissy's bowels. Crissy began to wriggle and squirm on the table, but couldn't go anywhere. When most of the bag was injected, it was obvious no more could flow inside her, so I clipped it off and removed the hose from the Bardex nozzle, leaving the Bardex tubes and cufflators hanging out of Crissy's ass. We decided to leave her there for awhile while we all went into the living room for some nibbles and coffee. All except the kids, that is. They insisted on staying in the dining room, where they took turns making faces at Crissy, making fun of her predicament and occasionally tugging at the implanted Bardex nozzle which made her jump each time. Linda delighted in patting her near bald head, Julie tugged on the enema apparatus and Dina and Matthew were tickling her. Marrissa was speaking to her in humiliating baby talk and treating her like the baby she was being treated as. The adults were amused.
After about fifteen minutes, we returned, with Janice holding a large baby's potty. Scott and Uncle Dave untied her and stood her up on the floor. Her eyes were wide with discomfort and she was bent over holding her swollen tummy. Janice placed the potty on the floor between her legs and told her to squat down over it. Cris complied immediately, sensing relief close at hand. As she squatted over the potty, Janice released the air first in the outer balloon, then the inner balloon. She tugged gently and the nozzle plopped out, Crissy's asshole snapping shut behind it. Janice tugged her hips down to the potty, and at once a stream of enema solution was noisily expelled. Crissy's relief overshadowed her embarrassment at having to defecate naked in front of a mixed audience, but not for long. Sitting on the floor, shitting, with all eyes glued to her quickly became the most humiliating thing she had ever endured. She completed her task as quickly as possible, wanting to end this ordeal.
It was Dina who went to Janice and spoke to her, with a serious look of concern. Janice smiled. Well, I guess that settles it. We're going to have to cancel that command forever so there's no accidental chance that she can revert to adult speech and embarrass us, Janice said matter-of-factly. Looking down at the errant nineteen year old and grinning, she uttered the words that would correct Crissy's language problem. No more would she shout profanities, complain about her treatment or whine about her predicament.
Command Eleven Long, Janice spoke to Crissy. Without missing a word, Crissy immediately reverted to the baby talk and began cooing and gaa-ing for the guests. The laughter filled the room completely. It would be a long, long time before Cris would be allowed to speak like an adult...if ever.
The twins, Marrissa and Matthew made the baby get up on her hands and knees while they cleaned her off and proceeded to pull up her tights and underpants. Ginney stopped them. No children, I think a diaper would be much more appropriate now!... Handing Marrissa a diaper, soaker pads and a pair of plastic pants, they put the girl in the familiar cotton and plastic prison. Scott and Uncle David dragged her back over to her high chair, where she was once again strapped in.
When they resumed feeding the baby the remaining two bottles of warm, sickly sweet baby formula, Ginny announced to all her guests that her baby daughter obviously was not learning as quickly as she had hoped, and that they would now be implementing the five-year training plan. Her progress would be evaluated during that time, and if she showed sufficient progress, she would be allowed to resume adulthood. But the chances of us being successful after only five years are about 1,000 to 1. Therefore, we can all plan on having our little baby around for at least ten years, if not twenty, Ginny said with conviction. In addition, Janice has kindly given me the paperwork that will be necessary to have Crissy declared mentally-incompetent, so her treatment will be legal and justified. I will be seeing a lawyer in the morning to get this process started.
Upon hearing that statement, Crissy began thrashing around in her high chair in frustration, wishing she could do something to get herself out of this. But it was useless, especially with all these people joined together in the conspiracy to keep her in this infant state. Julie held the bottle firmly in Crissy's mouth as the warm, sickly sweet baby formula was consumed against her will and Dina and Marrissa holding her head as quietly still as possible.
Has baby had enough? Hmmm? asked Ginny. The baby's belly was bulging, so she had probably had her fill for the time being. That was good, because she wasn't going to need any more food for awhile.
Your going to miss the rest of the party Crissy. Due to your display of disobedience and cranky temper, your going beddy-bye right now! announced Janice. The guests looked at the clock and saw it was only 1:00 p.m. They smiled approvingly as Ginny and I unfastened Crissy from the chair. The children were in hysterics, remembering the times they suffered an early bedtime punishment at the hands of their captors and now the tables were turned. Oh it will be so quiet now, Crissy with you in bed..., shouted Julie. Dina was ecstatic too!... Nighty night bratty Crissy, be good and go to sleep, you big baby!...
Grabbing her ear, Scott and Ron assisted in bringing Cris to the nursery and watched as she was prepared for this latest form of childish punishment.
Once in the room, Susan pitched in and helped dress Crissy in her new PJs with the booties attached at the feet and the butt flap in the rear. Marissa brought in a baby bonnet and put it snugly on little Crissy's head, tying the pink bow under her chin. Ginny put a pacifier in her mouth, while Janice fitted the punishment mittens on her and clipped them to the waist belt once again. Linda drew down the shades, blocking out the sun of a beautiful summer's day. Julie eagerly turned the baby room monitor back on, and started up the advanced hypnotherapy tapes....the ones that would take her unwillingly into the next five years of toddlerhood.
As the guests filed out of the room waving and saying goodnight to Crissy in their own form of imitation baby talk, Crissy was at a loss for any more words. When the door closed and the room got dark and quiet, Crissy was left alone with her deep thoughts. Just a few days ago, she was a free, vibrant and self-confident young lady. She had a boyfriend, a job and a future as she moved into adulthood. How things had changed so fast! She had been trying to find a way out of this, but was thwarted at every turn. The whole world as she previously knew it was against her. They were all cooperating to keep her in this infant state. She couldn't even talk like an adult in order to apologize or beg for another chance....all she could get out were baby sounds.
Just as she thought all this humiliation had come to an end for today at least, Matthew opened the door and lowered the crib side. He lowered the volume on the baby monitor too. Your a bitch Crissy, you know that?...I am glad your going to remain a baby for the next twenty five years and beyond. He reached into her diaper and began to tickle her vaginal area, slowly at first, then picking up the momentum. Crissy moaned in retaliation, her babyish gibberish sounding so sweet and infantile to Matthew's ears. He remembered those times, when Crissy used to scold him and tower above him. It was his turn for satisfying revenge. He soon stopped and raised the crib side and before turning up the monitor, Night bitch!...I am going to love torturing you like you used to do to me. Only this time, you will be always be a baby, never to grow up!..HAHA!...
Matthew slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Crissy began sobbing to herself as she remembered her mother's final words in the living room: Five more years, maybe ten or twenty........Oh, God, she couldn't even imagine these last three days, let alone years. She cried as the medication in her bottle maked compliance and she closed her eyes reluctantly and effortlessly as she fell asleep, unaware that the guests were listening with amusement over the baby monitor.
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