Submission ~ wailer
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Overheard Through An Open Window ~ a dialogue of punishment & humiliation
Sent to Bed ~ a story of a special landlady & her special boy
Overheard Through An Open Window
"Ow! Ouch, oh please! ooh, oh, please stop."
"Stand up. Stop rubbing that bottom or you'll be back over my knees. Hands on your head. Stop that squirming, or it'll be my hairbrush giving you something to squirm about."
"No more, please, my bottom is so sore."
"Now, step out of those underpants. Naughty little boys certainly don't deserve grown up underpants."
"Not my underpants as well, please, can't I pull them up?"
"Onto that potty, sitting properly. Quickly now, there's a corner waiting for your attention."
"I... I can't, not with you watching. Please, please don't make me."
"No, of course I'll watch. Naughty boys like you require constant attention. Now I'd better hear some action down there soon. My patience is limited."
"Very well. You've had every opportunity. It's training panties for you young man, and they stay where they are unless I decide otherwise. Now into that corner and don't you move."
"Oooh, please... um, Nanny? Um, I, um, please, I need to..."
"Stop that squirming and stand still. What's that? I just had you on the potty. Surely you can control yourself. Those panties had better stay dry. If those panties come down it will be for my hairbrush to warm your bare bottom."
"Oh no! Please Nanny, I, uh, please..."
"Turn around and face me. Right now! Hurry up!"
"Sorry Nanny, I didn't mean to, it was, um, an accident..."
"What is that stain at the front of your panties? You have wet them haven't you? What did I say? Well, what did I say would happen if those panties didn't stay dry?"
"I'm really, really sorry. I tried, um, I can't remember."
"Can't remember? Not listening and deliberate misbehavior, can't even keep toilet training lessons in that head of yours. A naughty little boy, standing in wet soggy training panties, what have you got to say for yourself?"
"Nothing? You're sorry? Now you add lying to your terrible behavior? How could you be sorry if you are deliberately disobeying? Take your soggy bottom over to the table and get my hairbrush."
"Oh, no! Please, not that, not the hairbrush! My bottom's so sore already Nanny. Anything but that!"
"Get those hands out of the way! I'm going to spank this bare bottom dry. You will be one sore and sorry little boy when I put you in your nappies. What's that? Please? No? Sorry? I'm afraid you are too late, young man. Now put your right hand back here and get right over my lap. I want your bottom red and sore all over."
"OWWWWW! Ouch! Oh! Pleeeeaaase no more! OW! My bottom! Oh, I won't do it again, please stop, OWW! Not there, don't smack me there! It hurts, owww!"
"On your back, that's right. Get those legs up. Now hold them there, that's right, everything on display, including that red bottom. Now, let's get those training panties off. Honestly, even toddlers are better behaved than you. It's nappies for you for the rest of the day."
"Oh, not nappies, please, please let me use the training panties. I promise not to wet them again, please, please!"
"No, I've had enough of you today. You're nothing but a naughty little boy and deserve this. Do you want another spanking?"
"No Nanny, no more spanking."
"There. Nice and thick, and these plastic pants will keep everything dry. You've proven yourself to be a naughty little boy today, so even the potty is out of bounds, any complaints and I'll wash your mouth out with soap, and you'll be back over my knee. Understood?"
"Yes Nanny."
"And just to make sure that there's no interference, these mittens will keep your hands out of mischief."
Sent to Bed
I hated being in bed in the middle of the day.
The sunlight came through chinks in the curtains and was moving oh, so, slowly across the ceiling. I knew that it would be hours before Marie, my landlady, would let me up. It was the last thing she had said before leaving the room, the lock on the door clicking as she left.
It wasn't my bedroom in my upstairs apartment, it was her spare room. I wasn't in my comfortable bed, I was in a small crib, with rails on both sides. But that didn't matter, because I couldn't move far anyway. A thick belt tight across my tummy meant that I could barely wriggle. A red, leather harness across my chest and shoulders held me flat on my back.
I could just see the buckle if I looked down but there was nothing I could do. My hands were useless, embedded in large, pink mittens without thumbs that were tied with ribbons around my wrists. The mittens matched the colour of the one-piece, flannel suit that covered me from head to toe, a hood tied tight under my chin and my feet covered by booties.
As I squirmed, I could hear my legs brushing against the rubber of the waterproof sheet underneath me. I could also hear the faint crinkle of my plastic pants. The heat of the room, combined with the flannel, was causing me to sweat as I struggled.
I had to squirm, it was all I could do to relieve the itch that was building across my bottom and thighs. I could still feel the throbbing where Marie had smacked and slapped me. I could feel myself blush as I remembered my legs high in the air as her tawse had snaked again and again across my sore bottom. The tawse had been her final punishment after I'd spent an endless time over her knees, her hand and hairbrush making sure, as she put it, that I was "sore and swollen and sobbing".
She said that I needed the strapping to make sure that "your naughty bottom didn't cool off too quickly", and that "you remember why you deserved this." By that stage, I was crying and howling as those wicked tails of the tawse had streaked across my bottom. So much so that Marie had stopped to strap a large pacifier into my mouth. After that, all I could do was moan and beseech her with my eyes to stop.
Eventually, Marie was satisfied with the state of my bottom. Even after she had stopped, I had kept my legs waving in the air as I tried to rub my poor bottom and relieve the pain. The relief was short-lived, it was only minutes before the suit had been pulled over my head and the mittens attached. The harness had followed, holding me down.
Taking advantage of my position, Marie slipped a number of thick cloth nappies underneath me while covering me back and front with slippery baby oil and powder. I groaned as my sore bottom came down on to the cloth. She quickly pulled the nappies up between my legs and pinned them tightly. They were large and covered me up to my belly button. Thick, noisy plastic pants came next and then Marie zipped up the suit with the long zipper that ran up one leg, across my crotch and down the other.
Finally she had buckled the belt making sure that I wasn't leaving the crib until she wanted to release me.
As I wriggled back and forth, blushing at the memory of what Marie had done, my bottom sore and itchy, I began to feel the pressure of the belt on my bladder. I tried to bring my legs together, but the thickness of the nappies made that impossible. I was desperately trying to hold off what was happening but it was inevitable. I could feel the warmth as I flooded my nappies.
I really hated being in bed in the middle of the day.
******
I had arrived in a new city, with a new job and I had been searching for a place to live. The ad in a local shop window, "Boarder wanted, furnished self-contained apartment, call Marie on..." had led me to meeting Marie and moving in upstairs in her large Victorian terrace.
It had taken me about three seconds flat to decide when Marie had met me at the door, dressed in her starched white nurse's uniform, her long blonde hair tied back in a bun. She had explained that she was a pediatric nurse, matron for the "older" ward at the local childrens hospital. As she showed me around the house, I was mesmerised by her long legs, clad in sheer black stockings and the clicking of her heels on the wooden floorboards. I stammered responses to her questions, especially as I followed her up the stairs, my eyes level with her hips, luscious as they ascended one step at a time.
Marie questioned me closely as we sat in her lounge, as I tried to pay attention. I could see the amusement in her eyes as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, at my flustered responses, trying not to look. Eventually, she said that she was satisfied and I moved in later that evening. Marie had helped me with my stuff while explaining about the house routine, which days she washed bedding, which days towels.
She was friendly and helpful, and I felt relaxed in her company. We spoke about our respective jobs, and laughed over some of the stories she told about her patients. Marie dealt with teenagers, and some of the stories about their acting up were funny.
"The girls are mostly OK, but those boys are a handful. Adolescents with hormones raging, combined with cheekiness. It's a struggle sometimes.", she said. "But that's OK, we have ways of dealing with them."
"Oh, how?" I said. "Never you mind young man", Marie grinned, "just be thankful you don't find out."
I blushed, but Marie laughed and went on to talk about other things.
The laundry was in the basement, along with a drying room near the heater. The first time I went to hang up my clothes, I was surprised to find Marie's clothing drying. Along with a number of her uniforms, starched and white, there were pairs of black stockings and full cut knickers.
Life began to fall into a routine, I would join Marie for a drink most evenings after work as we talked about the day. I loved to watch as Marie would slip off her shoes as we talked. More and more Marie became part of my fantasies, falling into her eyes as we talked, then later dreaming of her legs and imagining her wearing her knickers as I masturbated.
One day, I came home to find Marie waiting for me, annoyed, with her arms crossed. She led me to my room, asking me why I had forgotten to strip the bed. I apologised, but she was unimpressed, saying that I was being "flippant" and if I didn't respect her rules then perhaps I should find somewhere else to stay. I was shocked and immediately apologised, trying to make amends.
Marie began to relax, as she rapidly began stripping my bedclothes. I was a bit surprised and tried to take over, but she shooed me away, saying that she could do it faster. As she pulled back the blanket, she stopped.
"Well, well, who's been a naughty, leaky boy then?" I looked down to see a stain on the sheets and I could feel myself blushing from shame. "Never mind, but maybe I need to put a matress protector on." I couldn't answer, wanting the floor to swallow me up. Marie stepped over to me and lifted my chin.
"It's OK this time, but if you must make "number threes", please confine yourself to the bathroom."
I couldn't reply, and then Marie was gone leaving me shocked and confused. I was even more confused when I realised that I had a raging erection.
******
Later that week I was in the drying room collecting my laundry. As I began to collect it, I couldn't help looking at Marie's clothes and underwear hanging to dry. As I admired her starched uniforms and stockings I could feel an erection beginning to grow. Without thinking, I moved over to where her knickers were hanging and began to rub myself through my shorts and briefs while admiring the full cut cotton panties.
I was in a bit of a daze as I rubbed myself, panting as I imagined Marie's luscious behind encased in the knickers, remembering the swish that her stockings made when she crossed her legs. I groaned as I continued to masturbate, beginning to leak precum through my briefs. Without realizing it, I pulled the crotch of one of Marie's knickers to my nose as my other hand moved faster and faster.
Then all of a sudden, the door to the drying room banged open. Before I could do anything, Marie saw what I was doing. "What on earth?!", she exclaimed. I stepped back, aghast. She took a few short steps closer to me as I stepped back.
"Well young man? Do you have an explanation?" I blushed and stammered, my hands covering my front. I didn't know what to say. She reached for my ear and twisted it. "Nothing to say, hmm?" I reached up to try to pull away, revealing my shorts tented out by my erection, with a stain across the front.
Marie laughed, "Leaking again, I see." I cringed. "While sniffing my knickers, you filthy boy?" She twisted my ear further. "Remember I said that I knew how to deal with naughty, adolescent boys? I think it's time you found out how."
With that she walked out, forcing me to follow. As she went, she picked up a towel in her other hand and then dragged me up the stairs and into her dining room. Without a pause and without letting me go, she also picked up one of the chairs and placed it in front of her fireplace.
Finally, she let me go and sat down. I just stood there, rubbing my ear, not knowing what to say or do. Before I could think, Marie reached out and whisked my shorts to my ankles. I gasped and cried out. "No, please, don't!"
"Don't? Are you trying to tell me what to do? After what I caught you doing?" Marie snapped. "Are you trying to convince me that you're not a naughty, filthy, little panty sniffer?"
"Didn't I tell you that I know how to control naughty young men? Didn't I tell you to confine your nasty rubbing to the bathroom? Do you really expect me to treat you like an adult when you're leaking all over your underpants?" Marie pulled the towel over her lap. She pulled me between her legs and pushed me over her left knee, knocking the wind out of me. Her right leg came over mine, locking me down. I tried to reach back, only to have her grasp my wrist and pull it up to the small of my back. I tried to struggle, but I wasn't going anywhere.
"Now. This is how I deal with bad little boys." With that, Marie began to smack me, slaps coming down hard and fast. I gasped at the sting, still stunned. One minute I was in bliss, the next I could feel my bottom begin to glow as Marie spanked me, left, right, regular as clockwork.
"Sniffing" slap, "knickers", smack, "is something", spank, spank, "that naughty", slap, "filthy", slap, "boys do." smack, smack. I gasped and gritted my teeth, still not quite believing what was happening.
"And if that", slap, "wasn't enough", smack, smack, "only toddlers", slap, slap, "that can't", smack, "control", slap, "their leaky", spank, "little", slap, "willies", smack, smack, smack, "leave naughty", slap, "wet stains", smack, smack, "in their undies!" smack, smack, smack.
I began to "ow" and "ouch" as Marie continued to spank. All of a sudden, she stopped. I felt her hand in the waistband of my underpants as she pulled them down. "Please! No! Don't pull them down!" I cried out.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, young man" Marie spanked on, smacking me with each word. "This is just the start." Her hand was like a pendulum, slapping and smacking and spanking, left and right, up and down, sometimes at random, other times on the same spot, over and over and over again. I was stuck over her lap, unable to escape, as my bottom was set on fire, as my cries and pleas grew louder even as I felt myself beginning to panic, as the spanking went on and on and on.
I could feel tears beginning to well up, as Marie spanked, and then I was blubbering and crying and pleading for her to stop. I was sorry, I was crying, I was desperate, trying to find words that would just make Marie stop. I pleaded for a pause, I tried to catch my breath, but Marie didn't stop, didn't pause.
Eventually, I just lay there, crying and moaning as Marie continued. I was beyond pleas.
Then Marie finally let go of my hand and released me from her lap. I leapt up, rubbing my sore bottom and dancing on the spot, trying to relieve the sting. Marie was talking, but I was barely listening, totally overwhelmed by what had happened. She reached out and slapped my thigh.
"Stop that rubbing and stand still. Or do you want to go back over my lap?" I tried, my hands wringing back and forth as I squirmed on the spot. "Don't think we've finished yet, my lad, get over into that corner and put your hands on your head." I turned and hobbled towards the corner, my shorts and underpants at my ankles. Marie came up behind me and slapped me, hurrying me into the corner and pushing me in.
"Now, you just stand there while I prepare for the rest of your punishment." I turned and began to plead, "Oh no, please, Marie, I won't do it again, please, I've learn't my lesson."
Marie bent me under her arm. "Stay in that corner until I tell you to come out!". She slapped my bottom with each word as I hopped in place. As she let me go, I pushed my nose into the corner, trying to avoid more smacks.
I sniffled and squirmed as I heard Marie's heels and the swish of her legs as she walked away.
******
As I stood in the corner, miserably sniffing back tears and squirming, trying to relieve the sting and soreness of my bottom, I could hear Marie moving around behind me, her heels clicking on the floorboards as cupboards opened and closed. I desperately wanted to know what was going on, but Marie's spanking meant that I kept my face firmly in the corner, knowing that to be caught disobeying risked further punishment to my backside.
My erection had vanished during the hellfire of Marie's spanking, but as I stood there, a cool breeze began wafting over my behind and to my horror, I could feel myself begin to rise again. Each click of Marie's heels or swish of her stockings seemed to ratchet my erection. I couldn't understand it, I was in the corner, shorts and underpants at my ankles, my red, sore, bare bottom stinging, feeling complete humiliation, and yet my excitement seemed to be growing.
I heard Marie return to the room and heard her sit back down on the dining room chair. I tried to will my erection away, scared of Marie's reaction and the possibility of more punishment.
"Turn around and come back over here.", Marie ordered. I turned, dropping my hands to cover my crotch and began to hobble back, blushing yet again at the embarrassing way I was being treated. I stood in front of Marie, my hands foolishly trying to cover my erection, not daring to look up, but not daring to look at the legs and lap where I had just spent such an agonising time.
"Put your hands on your head and look at me when I'm talking to you!" I groaned as I obeyed, as Marie's eyes flashed over my crotch and then back at me, a mixture of amusement and anger in them. If the earth could have swallowed me up, I would have accepted it happily. I moaned again as Marie reached out to bounce my penis on her hand.
"So, completely lacking in control, aren't we young man.", she said. "Perhaps I didn't spank you hard enough?"
"No, no, please don't spank me any more, I can't help it, I...", my words trailed off as she gripped me lightly and began stroking slowly back and forth. "I told you that I knew how to deal with naughty little boys, didn't I?" "Um, ooh, oh, yes, I'm sorry, ooh." I was finding it difficult to talk, as I could feel streaks of pleasure ran through me with each light stroke, maddeningly slowly.
"Do you know how we make sure that naughty boys' leaky toys don't stain and streak?" Marie asked, the amusement clear in her voice, a grin on her face.
"Ooh, no... I, um, ooh, don't stop, ooh...". I had closed my eyes and my hips were beginning to bounce back and forth, as I tried to get faster strokes, but Marie's hand maintained its light grip and the strokes continued slowly up and down my shaft.
"Training panties." Marie let go and slapped my now throbbing penis. "Now get those dirty shorts and undies off, quickly!". Once again, Marie was back to being an efficient nurse. I looked at her in amazement. "No, you don't mean... you can't!"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, young man. Now lift those feet!" I lifted each foot in turn as she pulled my clothes off, my hands still stupidly stuck to my head.
Marie reached behind the chair to pull out a large pair of obviously thick pants, with childish cars and trucks patterned over them and wide elastic waist and leg bands. She held them out. "Come on, left leg in." I stepped in to them. "Now the right." Another step. She whisked them up my legs until the leg elastic began to catch on my thighs and the waist band was just below my crotch.
"Now here are the rules for training. Are you listening? You'd better unless you want another spanking."
"You are still being punished. These training panties are part of that punishment. You are not to touch your panties. You are not to pull them up or down. You are not to make a mess in your panties. You are not to go to the bathroom without permission. If you need to go, you must come to me and ask. I will pull down your panties so that you can go to the toilet. You must sit on the toilet, not stand. You will not flush the toilet. When you are finished, you must wait for
me to come and inspect. You are not to pull up your panties, I will do that for you. Is that clear?"
I didn't know what to say. I was in complete shock. Marie slapped me. "I said, is that clear?" "Ooh, yes, Marie."
She pulled the waist band over my still throbbing penis and up tight to my belly button. The elastic was strong and I could feel the thickness of the panties around me.******
I had arrived in a new city, with a new job and I had been searching for a place to live. The ad in a local shop window, "Boarder wanted, furnished self-contained apartment, call Marie on..." had led me to meeting Marie and moving in upstairs in her large Victorian terrace.
It had taken me about three seconds flat to decide when Marie had met me at the door, dressed in her starched white nurse's uniform, her long blonde hair tied back in a bun. She had explained that she was a pediatric nurse, matron for the "older" ward at the local children's hospital. As she showed me around the house, I was mesmerised by her long legs, clad in sheer black stockings and the clicking of her heels on the wooden floorboards. I stammered responses to her questions, especially as I followed her up the stairs, my eyes level with her hips, luscious as they ascended one step at a time.
Marie questioned me closely as we sat in her lounge, as I tried to pay attention. I could see the amusement in her eyes as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, at my flustered responses, trying not to look. Eventually, she said that she was satisfied and I moved in later that evening. Marie had helped me with my stuff while explaining about the house routine, which days she washed bedding, which days towels.
She was friendly and helpful, and I felt relaxed in her company. We spoke about our respective jobs, and laughed over some of the stories she told about her patients. Marie dealt with teenagers, and some of the stories about their acting up were funny.
"The girls are mostly OK, but those boys are a handful. Adolescents with hormones raging, combined with cheekiness. It's a struggle sometimes.", she said. "But that's OK, we have ways of dealing with them."
"Oh, how?" I said. "Never you mind young man", Marie grinned, "just be thankful you don't find out."
I blushed, but Marie laughed and went on to talk about other things.
The laundry was in the basement, along with a drying room near the heater. The first time I went to hang up my clothes, I was surprised to find Marie's clothing drying. Along with a number of her uniforms, starched and white, there were pairs of black stockings and full cut knickers.
Life began to fall into a routine, I would join Marie for a drink most evenings after work as we talked about the day. I loved to watch as Marie would slip off her shoes as we talked. More and more Marie became part of my fantasies, falling into her eyes as we talked, then later dreaming of her legs and imagining her wearing her knickers as I masturbated.
One day, I came home to find Marie waiting for me, annoyed, with her arms crossed. She led me to my room, asking me why I had forgotten to strip the bed. I apologised, but she was unimpressed, saying that I was being "flippant" and if I didn't respect her rules then perhaps I should find somewhere else to stay. I was shocked and immediately apologised, trying to make amends.
Marie began to relax, as she rapidly began stripping my bedclothes. I was a bit surprised and tried to take over, but she shooed me away, saying that she could do it faster. As she pulled back the blanket, she stopped.
"Well, well, who's been a naughty, leaky boy then?" I looked down to see a stain on the sheets and I could feel myself blushing from shame. "Never mind, but maybe I need to put a mattress protector on." I couldn't answer, wanting the floor to swallow me up. Marie stepped over to me and lifted my chin.
"It's OK this time, but if you must make "number threes", please confine yourself to the bathroom."
I couldn't reply, and then Marie was gone leaving me shocked and confused. I was even more confused when I realised that I had a raging erection.******
Later that week I was in the drying room collecting my laundry. As I began to collect it, I couldn't help looking at Marie's clothes and underwear hanging to dry. As I admired her starched uniforms and stockings I could feel an erection beginning to grow. Without thinking, I moved over to where her knickers were hanging and began to rub myself through my shorts and briefs while admiring the full cut cotton panties.
I was in a bit of a daze as I rubbed myself, panting as I imagined Marie's luscious behind encased in the knickers, remembering the swish that her stockings made when she crossed her legs. I groaned as I continued to masturbate, beginning to leak precum through my briefs. Without realizing it, I pulled the crotch of one of Marie's knickers to my nose as my other hand moved faster and faster.
Then all of a sudden, the door to the drying room banged open. Before I could do anything, Marie saw what I was doing. "What on earth?!", she exclaimed. I stepped back, aghast. She took a few short steps closer to me as I stepped back.
"Well young man? Do you have an explanation?" I blushed and stammered, my hands covering my front. I didn't know what to say. She reached for my ear and twisted it. "Nothing to say, hmm?" I reached up to try to pull away, revealing my shorts tented out by my erection, with a stain across the front.
Marie laughed, "Leaking again, I see." I cringed. "While sniffing my knickers, you filthy boy?" She twisted my ear further. "Remember I said that I knew how to deal with naughty, adolescent boys? I think it's time you found out how."
With that she walked out, forcing me to follow. As she went, she picked up a towel in her other hand and then dragged me up the stairs and into her dining room. Without a pause and without letting me go, she also picked up one of the chairs and placed it in front of her fireplace.
Finally, she let me go and sat down. I just stood there, rubbing my ear, not knowing what to say or do. Before I could think, Marie reached out and whisked my shorts to my ankles. I gasped and cried out. "No, please, don't!"
"Don't? Are you trying to tell me what to do? After what I caught you doing?" Marie snapped. "Are you trying to convince me that you're not a naughty, filthy, little panty sniffer?"
"Didn't I tell you that I know how to control naughty young men? Didn't I tell you to confine your nasty rubbing to the bathroom? Do you really expect me to treat you like an adult when you're leaking all over your underpants?" Marie pulled the towel over her lap. She pulled me between her legs and pushed me over her left knee, knocking the wind out of me. Her right leg came over mine, locking me down. I tried to reach back, only to have her grasp my wrist and pull it up to the small of my back. I tried to struggle, but I wasn't going anywhere.
"Now. This is how I deal with bad little boys." With that, Marie began to smack me, slaps coming down hard and fast. I gasped at the sting, still stunned. One minute I was in bliss, the next I could feel my bottom begin to glow as Marie spanked me, left, right, regular as clockwork.
"Sniffing" slap, "knickers", smack, "is something", spank, spank, "that naughty", slap, "filthy", slap, "boys do." smack, smack. I gasped and gritted my teeth, still not quite believing what was happening.
"And if that", slap, "wasn't enough", smack, smack, "only toddlers", slap, slap, "that can't", smack, "control", slap, "their leaky", spank, "little", slap, "willies", smack, smack, smack, "leave naughty", slap, "wet stains", smack, smack, "in their undies!" smack, smack, smack.
I began to "ow" and "ouch" as Marie continued to spank. All of a sudden, she stopped. I felt her hand in the waistband of my underpants as she pulled them down. "Please! No! Don't pull them down!" I cried out.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, young man" Marie spanked on, smacking me with each word. "This is just the start." Her hand was like a pendulum, slapping and smacking and spanking, left and right, up and down, sometimes at random, other times on the same spot, over and over and over again. I was stuck over her lap, unable to escape, as my bottom was set on fire, as my cries and pleas grew louder even as I felt myself beginning to panic, as the spanking went on and on and on.
I could feel tears beginning to well up, as Marie spanked, and then I was blubbering and crying and pleading for her to stop. I was sorry, I was crying, I was desperate, trying to find words that would just make Marie stop. I pleaded for a pause, I tried to catch my breath, but Marie didn't stop, didn't pause.
Eventually, I just lay there, crying and moaning as Marie continued. I was beyond pleas.
Then Marie finally let go of my hand and released me from her lap. I leapt up, rubbing my sore bottom and dancing on the spot, trying to relieve the sting. Marie was talking, but I was barely listening, totally overwhelmed by what had happened. She reached out and slapped my thigh.
"Stop that rubbing and stand still. Or do you want to go back over my lap?" I tried, my hands wringing back and forth as I squirmed on the spot. "Don't think we've finished yet, my lad, get over into that corner and put your hands on your head." I turned and hobbled towards the corner, my shorts and underpants at my ankles. Marie came up behind me and slapped me, hurrying me into the corner and pushing me in.
"Now, you just stand there while I prepare for the rest of your punishment." I turned and began to plead, "Oh no, please, Marie, I won't do it again, please, I've learn't my lesson."
Marie bent me under her arm. "Stay in that corner until I tell you to come out!". She slapped my bottom with each word as I hopped in place. As she let me go, I pushed my nose into the corner, trying to avoid more smacks.
I sniffled and squirmed as I heard Marie's heels and the swish of her legs as she walked away.
As I stood in the corner, miserably sniffing back tears and squirming, trying to relieve the sting and soreness of my bottom, I could hear Marie moving around behind me, her heels clicking on the floorboards as cupboards opened and closed. I desperately wanted to know what was going on, but Marie's spanking meant that I kept my face firmly in the corner, knowing that to be caught disobeying risked further punishment to my backside.
My erection had vanished during the hellfire of Marie's spanking, but as I stood there, a cool breeze began wafting over my behind and to my horror, I could feel myself begin to rise again. Each click of Marie's heels or swish of her stockings seemed to ratchet my erection. I couldn't understand it, I was in the corner, shorts and underpants at my ankles, my red, sore, bare bottom stinging, feeling complete humiliation, and yet my excitement seemed to be growing.
I heard Marie return to the room and heard her sit back down on the dining room chair. I tried to will my erection away, scared of Marie's reaction and the possibility of more punishment.
"Turn around and come back over here.", Marie ordered. I turned, dropping my hands to cover my crotch and began to hobble back, blushing yet again at the embarrassing way I was being treated. I stood in front of Marie, my hands foolishly trying to cover my erection, not daring to look up, but not daring to look at the legs and lap where I had just spent such an agonising time.
"Put your hands on your head and look at me when I'm talking to you!" I groaned as I obeyed, as Marie's eyes flashed over my crotch and then back at me, a mixture of amusement and anger in them. If the earth could have swallowed me up, I would have accepted it happily. I moaned again as Marie reached out to bounce my penis on her hand.
"So, completely lacking in control, aren't we young man.", she said. "Perhaps I didn't spank you hard enough?"
"No, no, please don't spank me any more, I can't help it, I...", my words trailed off as she gripped me lightly and began stroking slowly back and forth. "I told you that I knew how to deal with naughty little boys, didn't I?" "Um, ooh, oh, yes, I'm sorry, ooh." I was finding it difficult to talk, as I could feel streaks of pleasure ran through me with each light stroke, maddeningly slowly.
"Do you know how we make sure that naughty boys' leaky toys don't stain and streak?" Marie asked, the amusement clear in her voice, a grin on her face.
"Ooh, no... I, um, ooh, don't stop, ooh...". I had closed my eyes and my hips were beginning to bounce back and forth, as I tried to get faster strokes, but Marie's hand maintained its light grip and the strokes continued slowly up and down my shaft.
"Training panties." Marie let go and slapped my now throbbing penis. "Now get those dirty shorts and undies off, quickly!". Once again, Marie was back to being an efficient nurse. I looked at her in amazement. "No, you don't mean... you can't!"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, young man. Now lift those feet!" I lifted each foot in turn as she pulled my clothes off, my hands still stupidly stuck to my head.
Marie reached behind the chair to pull out a large pair of obviously thick pants, with childish cars and trucks patterned over them and wide elastic waist and leg bands. She held them out. "Come on, left leg in." I stepped in to them. "Now the right." Another step. She whisked them up my legs until the leg elastic began to catch on my thighs and the waist band was just below my crotch.
"Now here are the rules for training. Are you listening? You'd better unless you want another spanking."
"You are still being punished. These training panties are part of that punishment. You are not to touch your panties. You are not to pull them up or down. You are not to make a mess in your panties. You are not to go to the bathroom without permission. If you need to go, you must come to me and ask. I will pull down your panties so that you can go to the toilet. You must sit on the toilet, not stand. You will not flush the toilet. When you are finished, you must wait for
me to come and inspect. You are not to pull up your panties, I will do that for you. Is that clear?"
I didn't know what to say. I was in complete shock. Marie slapped me. "I said, is that clear?" "Ooh, yes, Marie."
She pulled the waist band over my still throbbing penis and up tight to my belly button. The elastic was strong and I could feel the thickness of the panties around me.******
So I was back in the laundry. It was like a whirlwind had picked me up from the bliss of Marie's knickers, whisked me away, stripped me, spanked me and deposited me back but now I was in a T-shirt and toddler training pants. I was in shock and just stood there for a moment, stunned at what had happened.
Then I felt the sting in my bottom and got scared at the consequences if I didn't finish my job in the required time. So I started to collect Marie's laundry, trying not to notice the starch of the uniforms, or the silkiness of her stockings or the slight fuzziness of her knickers.
The sting and pain in my bottom began to retreat, leaving me hot, the warmth contained by the panties, which had a plastic like cover over the flannel material. The flannel molded itself around me, including my still erect cock, the bulk rubbing me between my thighs every time I took a step.
I was ironing away, making sure that Marie's uniform creases were straight and sharp. As I began rolling her stockings, their silky sheerness slipped through my fingers. Without even realising, I began to rub the front of my pants. I began rubbing harder as I started folding her knickers. I began to pant, I could feel my penis throbbing through the front of the pants.
The ironing board was near a wall, and I was facing away from the basement stairs. All of a sudden, my ear was twisted. Marie was behind me! I hadn't heard her come down the stairs.
"Again! Even when I've spanked you and put you in training pants, you're still rubbing yourself while you play with my knickers! Well!"
Marie spun me around and whisked my panties to my knees. She roughly gripped my cock and began to drag me over to the sink. There was a small stool and she made me stand on it. Keeping a firm grip, she reached down under the sink to get a pair of red rubber gloves. Pulling them on, she turned on the hot water and held her glove covered hands under the steaming spray.
"Not half an hour ago, you were having your naughty bottom spanked for rubbing and making messes in your pants. Now you're doing it once again! After strict instructions on not touching your toddler training panties. Obviously we need to take much firmer action. We'll start at the heart of the problem."
I squealed as her hot slick hand grasped my now red cock. Briskly and efficiently, Marie rubbed me back and forth. I bent over, trying to get my penis away from her rough action, even as it began to throb. Then Marie reached around with her other hand and her middle finger went between my sore cheeks and the thick rubber penetrated my bottom.
"Out with it, young man, out with your naughty spunky mess." I was squealing but my cock began to betray me as the efficient process continued. When I bent over to get away from her firm grip, her finger would push in the opposite direction, forcing me forward. This went on, but quite quickly I was panting and moaning. Marie didn't stop or slow down, relentlessly driving me. All of the action, in addition to my previous excitement was overwhelming and it wasn't long before I exploded, Marie carefully directing my spunk into the sink.
She pumped me a few more times, then got a towel and roughly rubbed my now sore and deflating penis. Her other hand came away from my bottom, as I slumped and began to cry at what she had done to me.
"I warned you, young man. I told you that I had ways of dealing with nasty boys."
With that Marie pulled my panties back up, tucking my cock down between my legs and pulling the panties up tightly. Again she grabbed an ear and began to pull me back up the stairs. She dragged me all the way up to my bedroom.
Marie pulled down the blanket and then stopped, seeing once again what could only a cum stain on the sheets. "Hmmph! We'll deal with *that* in the morning. Into bed!" As I crept into bed she slapped my thighs, hurrying me on.
"You are not to get out of that bed until I tell you tomorrow morning. Is that absolutely clear?"
"Yes Marie."
"Not for *any* reason. If you do, you'll find out what *real* punishment can be."
"Now, since you seem to like my knickers so much, you can sleep with them." and with that Marie reached under skirt to pull her knickers down. She then pulled them down over my face, blocking the light and overwhelming me with her odour.
The blankets were pulled back and tightly tucked in, making it difficult to move.
"Remember, you are stay where you are until I tell you."
The light went off and the door clicked closed. I shivered, wondering what the morning would bring. As I breathed in, the smell of Marie was overwhelming. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
******I woke, disoriented. One breath, and the faint musky odor of Marie brought me awake with a start. I lay there trying to work out what was happening. As sleep left me, I blushed as I remembered the previous evening and blushed even more as I squeezed my legs together to feel the training panties between them.
My face was hot against the white cotton of Marie's knickers, the morning light diffused to a milky haze. I couldn't tell whether it was dawn or later. I lay there, still, as the embarassing events of yesterday played through my mind. Even though I was completely humbled, the thoughts of the spanking and the milking I had been subjected to began to send tingles through me.
But these thoughts led to me feeling the throb of my penis, tucked down the front of my panties. My hand automatically reached to release it, until I froze, remembering Marie's threats from the night before. As I tried to will my penis down, I also realised that my bladder was full and beginning to demand release.
I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I could get out of bed and find Marie and ask for relief. On the other, I was under instructions not to leave the bed until she came for me. I groaned and rolled over, carefully making sure that Marie's knickers stayed where she had put them. Face down, my head between the pillows, my nose was pushed into the crotch of Marie's knickers, while the flannel of my training panties pressed around my pulsating cock. I squirmed, my erection straining against the tightness of my panties.
The pain of my erection growing soon made me stop and roll back, only to find that as my stiffness departed that the pressure of my bladder returned. I tried to cross my legs, only to be stopped by the panties themselves. As I clenched my bottom, I felt the soreness from the spanking of the previous night.
As I restlessly squirmed, my discomfort complete, time dragged on. I had no idea how long I lay there, miserably moving from desparation to desparation. Finally, I dropped into a disturbed sleep, dreams of Marie mkaing me toss and turn.
I woke again being roughly shaken, and blinked as Marie whisked her knickers off my head.
"Time to get up, you naughty young man." Marie said, as she reached for the blanket to pull it down. As she did, I realised that I hadn't been able to stop myself and that my training panties were warm and wet. Marie also knew immediately what had happened and she frowned as her hand reached down to pat the front of my panties.
"I thought I told you to come to me and ask if you needed the bathroom, you wet and soggy toddler." Marie said angrily. She slapped me on the front of my thighs, leaving stinging handprints. I squealed and cried, "But you said I had to wait for you to come."
"Did you think to call out?" Marie slapped me again. "This bed will have to be completely stripped".
"Well, you can just stay where you are while I organise a replacement. I know exactly what's needed and the hospital can bring it around. You are not to move from where you are. And leave your bed clothes where they are as well. No covering up your shameful behaviour."
Marie left, leaving me wet, my thighs stinging, and shivering slightly as the warmth of my accident cooled. The sodden flannel of my training panties bulked around my penis and bottom, even more miserable than before.
I could hear Marie talking on the ohone but couldn't quite hear what she was saying. Then I could hear her in the bathroom, with a few cupboards opening and closing and then the sound of water running.
Marie returned to my room. "Right young man. Into the bathroom with you.", she said briskly. I left my bed and stood up, holding my panties as they threatened to drop to my ankles. Sh gripped my ear and twisted, tugging me out of the room and into her bathroom.
Sitting out on the basin were Marie's hairbrush, a razor and shaving cream, and, to my dismay, a bulging red enema bag.
******Marie flung a towel across the side of her large, old-fashioned bathtub. Twisting my ear further, she bent me down until my face was in the tub and my legs stretched out. The towel protected me against the cold porcelain of the tub, but the edge dug into my hips.
She reached for my soggy training panties. "Lift" she commanded, and as my toes scraped on the floor, she pulled the panties down and off. The coolness of the bathroom against my wet skin caused goosebumps and I shivered.
Marie patted my bottom, saying "Well, while we wait for your new bedroom to arrive, there's the small matter of your lack of control. Not only did you wet your panties, not only did you disobey me, but you also left nasty stains on your sheets after I specifically told you not to." Her hand had been patting and rubbing my bottom as she scolded me. "You will be spending today in punishment, young man, and this bottom," she smacked me, "will be sore," slap, "and swollen", smack, "and I won't stop until you are sobbing", slap, "and a very sorry little boy."
With that, Marie began spanking me, regular smacks from side to side, up and down, as I squirmed over the edge of the bath, my feet scraping against the tiled floor, unable to lift myself away. My goosebumps were soon gone, replaced with the sting of her hard hand on my sensitive bottom, still damp from being encased in wet training panties.
Eventually she stopped and I lay there, sniffling, fearful of getting up or disobeying her. The bath was deep and my face near the bottom, so I couldn't see behind me. I heard the snap of a pair of gloves, and then squirmed as I felt one hand pull my stinging bottom cheeks apart.
"Lie still, child, or it'll be worse for you." Marie commanded. I heard the squirt from a tube and then felt something cold and greasy on my skin. Marie's hand stretch my cheeks further apart, and then I felt her other hand, rubbing the greasy lubricant around my bottom hole. Her fingers were spreading the slickness around, and then I felt her finger penetrate me. I groaned as her finger moved in and out, making sure that I was well covered with the greasy oil all over.
She let go, and I could feel my cheeks rubbing together. I looked up as far as I could to see Marie hanging the large red rubber enema bag from the shower rail. A yellow pipe came down from it, with a tap, and she lay the tube next to my face, so I could see the uninflated balloon at the end of it.
Scared, I began to plead, "Please, please don't. Please, not an enema, I don't need that, please, I'll be good." Without answering me, Marie turned the tap to make sure that the water from the bag filled the pipe. As it flowed out, I could see that it was soapy and feel the warmth.
She picked up the end, and again I felt her hand spread my cheeks apart. Then I felt the end pressing against me, forcing me open. It was big, it was spreading me further and further as I felt the balloon end forcing its way into me. Then my hole collapsed around the tube, the ballon having worked its way completely inside, I could feel the tube against my bottom.
Then Marie squeezed the inflation pump a couple of times. I could feel the balloon inflate and knew that it wouldn't come out until Marie decided. As she reached for the tap, she told me, "This will clean out your naughty insides and make sure there are no nasty messes to tidy up." She turned the tap, and I could feel the water begin to flow inside me.
As the water slowly flowed, I could feel my stomach begin to expand. I could hear Marie's toe tapping as she waited for the bag to empty. "Starting to learn your lesson young man?" Marie asked.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry, please don't punish me any more. I'll never... I Won't..." I babbled, embarrassed, unable to say what I had done.
"Won't what? Won't sniff my panties? Never make a mess in your bed with toddler squirts?", Marie sneered. "I warned you that I knew how to deal with naughty adolescents, didn't I?"
I quivered as Marie's latex covered hand reached down and tugged on the tube penetrating my stinging behind. "By the time I'm finished, young man, you'll think twice before disobeying." Her hand reached between my legs, tugging my hair. "This will have to go. Naughty toddlers don't have grown up hair."
"Oh please, don't." I didn't know what to say. How could I argue? I was totally in her power. Marie bent further over, I could feel her warm breath on my ear. Her hand moved and was scratching me slowly just between my bumhole and my balls. I gasped and could feel myself begin to grow.
Then I jumped as the doorbell rang. "Don't you go anywhere young man, that'll be your bedding." I heard Marie's heels as
she walked away. I couldn't see whether or not she closed the door.
Then I heard her at the front door. "'Morning boys. Thanks for bringing this round at short notice. Bring it through." I squirmed as I heard her heels and the clomp of workboots. In the meantime, the bag was emptying and I could feel myself cramping and rumbling. I tried not to groan, unsure whether I could be seen. Time dragged, but I couldn't say anything while the delivery men were here. Pressure was building, but the balloon held firm and made sure that I felt the full effect of the enema.
Finally, I heard Marie thanking the delivery people and then her footsteps as she returned.
"Well, you must be well cleaned inside. After I let this tube out, I'll give you exactly 15 minutes and then I'll return." With that, Marie deflated the tube. I desperately clenched as I felt the tube slide greasily from me. Marie slapped me and said "15 minutes."
I carefully stood up blushing as my hands went to my bottom. Marie smirked and pointed towards the toilet. "Off you go." I scurried away. The next 15 minutes left me drained and empty. Marie didn't wait for me to open the door, coming in as the toilet flushed. Grabbing my ear once more, she pulled me back to the bathroom. I was forced into the bath and on to my back. Marie removed her gloves with a snap.
She retrieved the shaving cream and covered my groin. Quickly and efficiently, her razor blade whisked away my pubic hair. Marie used the hand shower to wash me down, I blushed as she revealed my bare and childish pubic area. "That's what a toddler needs, nice and clean and bare."
Once more Marie twisted my ear and forced me out of the bath. Roughly, she towelled me dry.
Picking up her hairbrush in one hand and my ear with the other, her heels clicked as we paraded towards her spare room. I gasped as I saw the crib like bed, railings down on either side.
Marie sat down and pulled me once again across her lap. My freshly washed and still damp bottom was bare and vulnerable.
"Now, this hairbrush will make sure that your naughty bare bottom is fully aware of what happens when squirty little boys make messes playing with themselves while sniffing panties. Then it will be bed for you, in the middle of the day. A number of hours in nappies in bed will make sure that you remember what will happen if I catch you again."
With that, Marie smacked her hairbrush down, burning and stinging. As the regular smacks came down, I realised that this punishment had only just begun.
I really hated being in bed in the middle of the day.
THE END
