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Bertha

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« on: July 12, 2018, 09:42:34 PM »
As it is the quiet period on the stories, I thought I would post something I have had on the computer for a few years. It was an experiment whereas the whole piece is just a monologue by "mummy". There is more but that requires editing and I will post as soon as I have done so. B ‘Come to mummy pet lamb. Why? Because it’s six o’clock, time for you to get ready for beddy-byes. Yes I know your usual bedtime on Saturday is seven o’clock but your sister wants you safely tucked up in your cot so she can enjoy the rest of her party. It’s time to get you into your bedtime nap-naps. No, you can’t go to the nursery to get undressed. Don’t be silly. No one is looking at you. You looked very sweet in your lovely party outfit when you were dancing with the girls. Of course, you enjoyed it. Now, turn around so mummy can undo the buttons on your blouse, yes ok we can call it a shirt if you want. That’s it, yes it would be impossible for you to undo the buttons all by yourself, that’s why mummy chose it for you, no, the puffed sleeves aren't sissy, I bet real sailors wear them like this too, no silly-billy yellow is not just a girls colour. Hands off! Mummy will undo the eyelets on your velvet shorts, goodness knows how messy your hands are you need a good bath. Well, I think yellow and pink do go together, and all the girls agreed, didn’t they all take your picture and film you dancing? Yes, they did. Tut, you’ve even managed to get your white pelerine socks grubby as well, what a naughty boy you are. Feet up, these yellow Mary Jane shoes matched your blou….shirt perfectly, I think you will be wearing your new party outfit to church on Sunday. Now that’s enough! I won’t be spoken to like that by a little boy. I will take you to church dressed how I like, it’s nothing to do with you. Do you want to go over my lap? I thought not, oh dear, tears before bedtime again, you really are a cry-baby aren’t you. Shush, dry your eyes and hug teddy for a moment, there’s a clever boy. See, you’re totally naked and no one is looking, none of the girls would be interested in such a little boy, no girl will ever be interested in my babykins I can assure you. Up we go. Come along, into the bathtub, yes you do need to take a bath silly. Mummy wants you to be nice and clean for beddy-byes. The water is not too cold, don’t be such a baby. There all the suds are rinsed off you can open your eyes now. Hold still while mummy washes your tiny tinkle, ah-ah, you know that’s not allowed. Do you want mummy to lock it up again? Then behave. Out you come. Now mummy wants you to lie down on your favourite pink baby blanket. Well, the girls may not notice you. Now, lift up. Yes you do need to wear nappies for bedtime, do I need to remind you about this morning? Well then. Here’s the tub of cream, mummy is going to make sure you don’t get a nappy rash by rubbing the cream all over you. There, that feels nice doesn’t it, now for the talcy powder. Whee… down it goes just like a snowstorm. Hmmm...don’t you smell nice. Nappy time! It’s nappy time darling. Now then, you know what happens when you pull a face like that, a grumpy face is a naughty face in this house, if the girls want to come and watch mummy nappy her babykins they’re more than welcome. Anyone of them could be babysitting you soon babykins so they need to learn. Now, upsy baby. That’s it, your nappy liner is in place now mummy can now bring the corners together and pin the nappy together. These three, soft fluffy flannelette nappies will feel lovely and snugly once mummy has pinned you into them. Yes, you do need three towelling nappies and the pink plastic nursery pants, see the little teddy-bears printed on the pants, they look just like your teddy bear don’t they? Now keep still, you still need your plastic pants on. You know why they stop the wee-wee from leaking, you’re such a wetter aren’t you? Yes, you are. On they go, one leggy-weggy and now the other leggy-weggy. There now, babykins is all nappied. Tickle-tickle babykins ha-ha. Oops, I better stop, we don’t want those clean nap-naps soiled straightway do we? No, we don’t. Now babykins, tell mummy what pair of jimmy-jams you want to wear. What’s that? The blue ones with the choo-choo trains on? You know full well those are your big boy pyjamas. You aren’t allowed big boy pj’s at the moment, are you? Since you can’t be sensible mummy will choose for you. Yes, I know you are eighteen- years- old but if you insist on behaving like a baby mummy will have to continue to treat you like one. Now let me see, yes, I think the yellow flannel pyjamas with the little lambs on your sister bought you will be just right. Pardon? Because at fourteen your sister is far more mature than it seems you will ever be. That’s why she is permitted to choose your pyjamas, now let me button you into your pyjama jacket. I don’t care if it is uncomfortable, the top button remains fastened and I will tie the neck ribbon into a gorgeous big pink bow to show off the pretty Peter-Pan collar. There now, don’t you look sweet my pet lamb? Well, I don’t care if you don’t like the frilly lacy cuffs on your jim-jams, mummy likes them and that is all that matters. Slippers on, yes I know they are babyish but you need to keep your tootsies cosy too don’t you. Hold tightly onto teddy and give me your other hand. Yes, you are going to bed, very soon but your sister and her friends will want to see her big brother in his nappies and jammies first won’t she? Let’s take you outside, shall we?

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krystalasbaby2017

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« Reply #1 on: July 13, 2018, 06:53:33 AM »
Ty nice story, it appears you left it open in a few spots to expand. I hope you do

Bertha

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« Reply #2 on: July 15, 2018, 10:23:24 PM »
“Wait a moment while I tuck your cute jammie top into your plastic baby pants. Yes, I know that makes you look silly and babyish but mummy wants the girls to get a good view of you in your nappies and plastic pants. Come with mummy, good boy, don’t your plastic pants make a lovely rustling sound when you toddle Babykins? It’s because you have three fluffy white nap-naps on, the bulky material makes you walk like that, goodness you do ask a lot of questions don’t you. I know, mummy will pop your dummy in and you can be quiet for a little while, you love your dummy don’t you, mummy will pin your dummy onto your jammies so you won’t lose it, there we go, now, open wide Babykins. That’s better, some peace and quiet. Look, here comes your sister Melissa and her friend Harriet to see you. What’s that behind Melissa’s back, can you guess? It’s teddy! Isn’t that kind of your sister to bring her older brother his cuddle bear to take to beddy-byes? Naughty baby! Don’t ever throw teddy away like that again. You know what happens when you have baby tantrums, don’t you? What a scene you’re making in front of the girls, throwing teddy away and spitting out your dummy. Well, mummy knows how to deal with naughty babies. Yes, there is a red mark where mummy slapped your leg. Now I want you to go and pick teddy up, go on. Now, tell teddy you are very sorry for throwing him away and give him a big kiss. No, kiss him again, I want to see a big sloppy kiss, that’s better. Now tell teddy you love him in a big loud voice so we can all hear you, in your baby voice mind. Well-done Babykins. Girls, that was very unkind, there was no need for you all to snigger like that, although it was funny wasn’t it? Babykins, as punishment for your disgraceful behaviour you will stand on your naughty stool so we can see what a naughty boy you are. I will use the pink ribbons to tie your dum-dum into place so you can’t throw it away in a baby tantrum. Have you calmed down now? I should hope so too. Say sorry to your sister, don’t whisper, yes I know it’s difficult to speak with your dummy tied in but you can try. Yes, it did sound like “sowwy” didn’t it Melissa? He does speak like a baby when he has his dummy in. What, make him use his dummy all the time? That is a good idea, Melissa. Your sister is right Babykins. You’re obviously overtired and you need to go straight to beddy-byes. Melissa, pass me his jammie bottoms, will you? Yes, you’re right Harriet, they are babyish for an eighteen-year-old but you’ve seen how he behaves. I’m afraid he will never learn to be a good boy so he’ll be mummy’s little baby for a long time yet. Come along baby, hold on to mummy’s shoulder to balance, that’s a good Babykins, put your left leg in first, no don’t shake it all about, well done, now the other, clever boy. Yes I know your jim-jam bottoms are too big for you, mummy had them made like that on purpose. What’s that? Well maybe you do look silly in oversized jammies but mummy has her reasons and I am sure none of the girl's minds what naughty babies look like in their pyjamas, do you, girls? They think you look all cuddly-wuddly weddy for beddy-byes. Don’t you think so Harriet? See, everyone thinks so except you, and your opinion doesn’t count in this household does it Babykins? No, hands off! Never mind what the ribbons sewn to the side of your pyjama bottoms are for, they are for mummy to know and baby to find out about. Oh dear not tears again, what a crybaby you are. Very well then, I’ll tell you. Remember why mummy replaced your bed with your lovely new cot? You kept getting out of bed after mummy had put you down for the night, didn’t you? Yes, I know you think “theven” o’clock is too early a bedtime for you but mummy knows best and your special cot stopped all that nonsense, didn’t it? But what happens now? Baby cannot be trusted not to remove his jammies once he is tucked up in beddy-byes and mummy worries that he will catch a chill. So will you promise to keep your jammies on for mummy Babykins? It’s all very well saying, yeth mummy, but I don’t think you are being truthful at all, so mummy is going to put your handy-pandies into these lovely soft lambswool mittens that your sister knitted for you. Isn’t Melissa a generous sister to her older brother? No good shaking your head, Babykins, it’s bedtime mittens for you from now on. See how the yellow wool matches your jim-jams. Why Harriet thank you, I didn’t realise you could knit too. A pink set of mittens would be lovely, yes he has some pink jammies so they would be perfect. Say thank you to Melissa and Harriet Babykins, a big hug and a kiss each I think, good Babykins. Yes, fank oo Mewissa and Howwiett, was a good attempt wasn’t it girls. Handy-pandies please, that’s it, yes all your fingers are squished together, that’s the idea of the mittens you silly goose, now put your arms by your sides, that’s it. See, now I can tie your wrists to your pyjamas, yes, that’s what the ribbons are for. Perfect! Now Babykins, time to give your sister her birthday present. Yes, that’s puzzled you hasn’t it. No, I know you aren’t allowed to have any money anymore but you still have something to give her, you’ll never guess. Shall I tell you? It’s your bottom! Melissa wanted to give you your bedtime spanking as your present to her and how could I refuse, especially as she will be babysitting you soon. Tears again! But she hasn’t started yet. Yes sit on that chair Melissa and take him across your lap. Use both hands to pull him tightly onto your lap, that’s it. You see with his hands down by his side he can’t struggle. Now put your right leg across both of his legs and drag them toward yourself using your heel, well done! Now you can pick up the paddle and begin. Oh stop whimpering, It can hardly hurt Babykins, after all, you are wearing thick towelling nappies, plastic baby pants and heavy flannel pyjamas. Keep going Melissa, I know, it does tire your arm, take a rest. Pull him toward you again and don’t forget to scold him while you’re spanking. Tell him what a naughty little Babykins he is. That’s it, excellent stop now if you’re tired. No, Melissa, I don’t think Harriet can take a turn at spanking your brother, perhaps another time. I think our eighteen-year-old baby needs putting to beddy-byes, don’t you? Wave night-night to the girl’s Babykins. Good boy, mummy will bring teddy. Careful now, I know your pyjamas bottoms are too long but if you fall over mummy will make you crawl upstairs like the little baby you are. I know it's hard to balance with your handy-pandies tied to your side but do your best. That’s it, into the nursery. Yes I know it is very dark in here, all the better to help you sleep, my dear. Mummy will just check your dummy is properly tightly tied in place otherwise you just spit it out, don’t you? Too late for promises I am afraid, now hold still while I tie the ribbon behind your head a bit tighter that's it. Breathe slowly and your dum-dum will bob in and out and you will soon get used to it and the rhythmic action will calm you and help you to sleep. I’ll just lower this rail and mummy just has to give Babykins a little push and he topples straight into his cot, in you go. No, I’ve told you, babies don’t have pillows just lie still. Now you will know why mummy made your jammie bottoms so long. See, I just tie the excess material together and your footsies will be as helpless as your handy-pandies. Mummy can be certain you will be staying safely tucked up in your cot pinned snugly into your nappies, wearing your mittens and baby lamb jammies. Mummy will tuck you in good and tight and snugly. Babykins won’t be getting out of beddy-byes tonight will he? Now, shall I tuck teddy in beside you? Don't you want your teddy? Well, mummy thinks teddy will be sad to find Babykins doesn't love teddy anymore so mummy is going to tuck teddy beside you in any case. What’s that? Mummy can’t make out what her eighteen-year-old baby is trying to say. You don't want to be mummy's baby anymore? That's a shame because mummy can't imagine you not being her Babykins. Mummy thinks you will be her Babykins for a very long time yet. Now, you just gurgle away babyishly while mummy sits with you until you fall fast asleep. Can you hear the girls outside playing and laughing while you are tucked up in bed? You can, good. Now Babykins must go to sleepy-byes.”

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Sissieann

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« Reply #3 on: July 17, 2018, 11:48:49 AM »
8) Hi I just love this story can't wait for next part Kevin?? ;D

Bertha

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« Reply #4 on: July 19, 2018, 09:37:51 PM »
Is my pet lamb awake? Of course, he is. Look who’s here to see you? Yes, it’s Melanie your old girlfriend! How sweet, mummy loves to hear you gurgling away from behind your dummy. I’ve decided to keep him permanently in nappies, so much easier to cope with his babyish behaviour. When he has one of his tantrums, I just put him over my lap, spank him, then pop him nappied into the cot. As you can see he is confined in his cot for as long as I want him to be. Mummy’s Babykins has lovely long sleepy-byes doesn’t he? Yes, he does. No need to blush pet lamb, Melanie knows what a big baby you are.Yes, the mittens and the hand restraints were his sister’s idea. We were so tired of him getting out of beddy-byes without permission that she devised this method to keep him tucked into bed. Ha-ha don't you like mummy tickling under your chin? Do you know, I think the excitement of seeing you has made Babykins wet his nappy? Let me see. Naughty baby! Now mummy is very cross and will have to punish you. Hold still while I remove your jammie bottoms, that’s it. Thank you, Melanie, just pull the bows and his hands will be free, now, out you come onto the changing table. Of course, you can Melanie, I don’t mind at all if you change Babykins. Oh for goodness sake not more crying, see what a baby he is Melanie? No, leave his mittens on. That’s right, clean him thoroughly Melanie; no it doesn’t matter if it hurts and he whimpers. Baby must be taught a lesson. Hush Melanie must learn if she is going to babysit you. Never mind shaking your head, mummy knows what’s best for her little Babykins. Lie still! Or mummy will fetch the hairbrush, is that what you want? I thought not.Clean nappies are behind you, Melanie. Yes, nice and tight. Here let me pin them, no don’t worry, the tighter the better. Yes, those plastic pants are fine. No, it’s quite easy to buy such babyish prints in his size. Babykins, say thank you to Melanie for changing your nappies for you, come along. Pardon? Babykins! How rude. I am going to have to punish you for that outburst, you naughty baby. Over you go, no point in struggling, you know mummy is far stronger than her little eighteen-year-old baby. Spank! Tell Melanie you’re a vewy sowwy Babykins, yes in your best baby voice. Say it! Spank! Say, I love wearing my fluffy white nappies, Louder! Spank! Tell Melanie you would love her to babysit you and tuck you into your cot at beddy-bye time. Spank! Now promise to be mummy’s Babykins forever and ever. Clever boy See, now we’ve had tears before breakfast time, dry those eyes and let’s get you downstairs for brekky-weccy shall we? Of course, you haven’t seen the highchair before have you, Melanie? No, not specially made at all. They used to make them big like this years ago for older children who were fussy eaters and luckily I came across this example. As Babykins isn’t very tall he easily fits into it. Pink? Oh yes, Melissa insisted we paint it pink. Lift him up Melanie, that’s it and swing the tray across. There’s a brass catch you have to click into place...that’s it. There, Babykins is all secure in his highchair ready for his brekkies. Melanie will fasten your bib on. Yes, you must wear a bib, you know what a mess you make. Pass me that bowl will you Melanie? I know, but it is very good for him. Babykins, I wish you would stop fidgeting. Sit still while mummy feeds you your breakfast. What do you mean you don’t like stewed prunes and cold custard? You have it every morning. Yes, I know Melanie and I are having grown up food. Ha-Ha. no. you aren’t a grown up. How could you be? Sitting in your highchair wearing nappies, pink plastic baby pants and a towelling bib with a ducky-wucky on it. Now open wide for the choo-choo train, wider.. and in it goes. Stop making that face it’s very good for you. Melanie, would you like to continue feeding your ex-boyfriend? I am sure he would appreciate that. Yes that’s it, if he turns away just hold his chin and squeeze, his mouth will open and you can push the spoon in, that’s it. Don’t worry about the spillage, just scrape it off his face and bib and spoon it back in. He knows he has to clear the dish before he can leave his high chair. Come along babykins, just two more spoonfuls. There, all gone. Clev
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