BABY BED BOARD

BY BIGIRISH
bigirishusa@yahoo.com

[ part 1 ]

Please note—This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. The writer does not now, nor has he ever, advocated acting out on such fantasies, nor does he advocate the abuse of children.

“Are we too late for the demonstration Dodge?”, asked the young muscular woman standing on the front porch.

“No,” I said. “Not at all. Please come in.”

She entered followed by her husband. I led them to the living room. After introducing them around I began.

“If I could have everyone’s attention please.”

As if of one mind the group fell silent and turned to face me.

“As you know you are here to witness a demonstration of my latest invention. It is a system for the training of very little girls. As you know, contrary a popular belief among the member this group, I believe that it is possible to start training a slave as early as six months old.”

“That’s impossible,” snorted an overweight male guest. “To train a child effectively they must be old enough to understand what is going on.”

“I disagree, as most of you know by now. Would you say that a child of six months is as smart or smarter than a laboratory rat?”

The general consensus was that, in fact, the child would be smarter than a rat.

“It has been proven that laboratory rats that have been glued to a board since an early age continue to remain in that same position regardless of the fact that they are no longer glued down and can roam freely. Therefore it can be assumed that a child of that age can begin training. As a matter of fact, by the time she reaches the age where she is “fun” to play with, she will already have that subservient attitude ingrained and will submit to anything asked of her. For those of us getting up in years, having an unbroken but passively obedient girl to play with is a refreshing change from those screaming brats that most of us find ourselves stuck with.

“And now I begin my demonstration.”

I crossed quickly to the curtain that closed off one end of the room and whipped it open. My guests moved closer.

“I will not take the time to explain what these items are used for, rather I will demonstrate. Before I begin I would like to thank Mr. and Mrs. Smythe for their contribution of the girl child.”

Mr. and Mrs. Smythe smiled and nodded, basking for a moment in applause.

“And I should note that my system is designed to work on a girl child. It could be adapted for males, but since I have no interest in them…”

I walked over to a large doctor’s medical bag and opened it. Reaching inside I withdrew the subject of my demonstration. She cooed and looked up at me with the most incredible blue eyes that I have seen. I carried her over to the demonstration table.

As I removed her diaper I began my spiel. “You should know that there has been some preparation work done on our subject, whom I have decided to call “Shit”.”

“Why Shit?”, a woman asked.

“As you know, I have a two year old slave whom I call “Smut”. Since this slave is my second acquisition, I have named her “Shit”.

My humor was met with blank stares and an embarrassed cough.

I hurried to explain. “It is an American expression. In schools when a student wants to go to the lavatory he or she raises her hand. One finger extended means they have to pee, and two fingers extended means they have to poop.” I waited and was met with more silence. “Number two is an American slang expression for poop. She is my number two slave so I called her “Shit”. “Poop”.

If there wasn’t a rubber sheet covering the floor of the demonstration area, you could have heard a pin drop. Its an American expression…oh never mind.

“Anyway, she has been thoroughly cleansed via enema and a bath, in cold water of course. Now for her to grow into a healthy and robust infant, she must have wiggle time up to age one or so. After that she can be restrained all day and night if you want without permanent impairment. So during the day she must be cared for as any baby, however at night, medical research has shown that while asleep a baby needs no movement. So we ready our subject for bedtime.”

I walked around the table and laid Shit on the hard wood surface and removed her diaper.

“First, this system requires that the subject be without diaper. This is problematic because babies are known to pee and poop several times their body weight overnight, or so it is said. The pee part is simple.”

I held up a small “peel and stick” patch that was about an inch square. “This is a patch that is designed to apply medicine to an area so that it has long effect. This technology is used extensively throughout the world to apply sports gel or heat rub to affected areas. By applying the goop to the patch, they goop is supposed to work for up to eight hours, though my experience shows that it only lasts about six hours or so. Anyway, sports gel would be entirely too strong for our wee subject here. So I have coated this with Onion oil. I’ve tested it extensively on Smut and she told me, when given permission of course, that it burned but not as bad as the gel. And that it seemed to take a long time to heat her up. So it has two effects. First off it will hurt, secondly it will seal the baby’s little cunny very effectively so if she pees she won’t make a mess all over the place. It is important to note that she needs to be washed thoroughly in the morning to prevent infection.” That said, I peeled off the clear plastic backing and applied the patch.

Turning Shit over onto her belly I continued. “The second problem, that of Shit pooping is also easily remedied. The flesh around her little butt hole tears too easily at this age for a standard butt plug so I’ve adapted this. I took an adult sized pacifier I found it at a novelty shop. It’s shaped like a little penis about the size of my thumb. It, like all pacifier nipples, is soft and firm at the same time.” I applied a little KY jelly to the pacifier and pressed it quickly into her butt hole. Shit’s eyes opened wide and she let out the cutest squeak, but otherwise seemed unaffected by the whole process.

“Now we put her into her special pajamas.” I held up what seemed to be a normal set of pink footed pajamas. There were subtle differences however. “As you can see this seems to be a normal romper. However the first thing that comes to mind is that it zips up the back. Whether the zipper is in front or back is immaterial at this stage, but as she gets older she can be placed in the garment unrestrained and cannot get out of it. Let’s regard the lining.” I unzipped the garment without letting them see the back and turned the shoulder inside out. “As you can see, this garment is lined with sack cloth. This is similar to the bags used to hold potatoes. As anyone who has experienced this against their skin, it gets rather itchy straight away and can become quite unbearable over time, especially if the subject sweats.”

“And of course there’s these.”

I spun the garment around dramatically so my guest could get a full view of the back. There were several sharp intakes of breath and noises of approval. “These four leather straps are used to hold the subjects arms behind her back. Now you cannot make the arms of a child this young touch, but you can bring them down fairly close provided that you use slow and steady pressure.”

I picked up Shit and slipped her legs into the romper. The suit has been made specifically to her current measurements so it was a snug fit. I quickly demonstrated how her hands would be held in fists, telling my guests that that was how most babies slept anyway, so there was no chance of impairment. I zipped the romper up the back. Shit must have peed a bit. The onion oil kicked in and She screamed and cried. I quickly but gently strapped her arms behind her back and added four very small locks, one to each strap. I flipped her onto her arms. Her face was covered with tears and a little snot ran out of her left nostril.

“Since she is making a great ruckus”, I shouted over her noise, “I’ll skip ahead a bit and introduce you to her daytime gag. This is another adult sized pacifier, penis shaped of course. I have taken the liberty of cutting away all of the mouth cover except what is necessary to keep her from swallowing the nipple.” I inserted the gag into her mouth. It opened her mouth fairly widely and she stopped wailing and screaming immediately. The suck reflex kicked in and she began suckling on the gag. I buckled the leather strap behind her head snugly.

“Say now,” one of the women said. “Her nose is all clogged up from crying. Won’t she suffocate?”

“Good question. Come closer.” I held Shit up so they could see better. “I used a hot tool to hollow out the nipple. So you see, even if her nose clogs, she’ll still be able to breathe through her mouth.”

I turned and laid Shit on the table again, face up. I picked up a metal bracket. “This is the metal bracket used in a dysphasia cast. Dysphasia, for those of you who may be unfamiliar with it, is a condition where a baby’s hip joints are too weak and frequently dislocate. Under those conditions, this bar would be placed between the baby’s legs, against the back of her calves and then plaster soaked gauze would be wrapped around the leg, sealing it to the brace.” I put the brace on the table and reached underneath, withdrawing a second brace. I held it up. “As you can see, I’ve modified this dysphasia brace, drilling these oval holes so that there are three leather straps attached. These will be used to secure Shit’s legs into the brace.” I demonstrate, snugging down the straps and adding locks to each one. I turned her face down and her legs laid flat on the table, spread wide.

“She’s pretty secure, don’t you think?” I received a unanimous agreement. “I don’t think so. It is important when training a slave to have some consistency, something that continues throughout the time that the slave is in your care. A ritual, a particular toy or something. In this case, I plan to use this.”

I reach under the table and pull out a board and lay it on the table.

“I call this my baby bed board. Note the hard rubber penis, albeit in miniature, that sticks up at this end. It will get longer and wider as she grows. And notice the notch cut into the board here at the other end.”

I undo the strap holding the gag in Shit’s mouth. Picking her up, I quickly pull out the gag and before she can make a fuss I force her mouth over the penis. It is stretched pretty far, but not so far as to injure. All the way in, her little nose is just above the wood of the bed board. “This penis fills her mouth completely. It is sized perfectly to stick in her mouth just far enough to be effective, but since babies have little control over their gag reflex, it won’t cause her to spit up. Note that her neck is perfectly aligned with her spine. There is no displacement up or down. This is the ideal position for a baby to sleep in however since the parent often uses a pillow or a pad, if the baby puts her head down like this, the fabric will cover her face and, well you know the result of that. This allows her to breath through the hollow penis, and her neck muscles aren’t developed enough for her to pull herself off. I slip the bars of the brace into the slot on the board a nd apply a twist lock here and here and her legs are immobilized. Now a one inch wide leather strap drawn down touching over her arms, snug enough to add to her helplessness but not so snug as to interfere with her breathing. One more lock and she’s ready for bed.”

I beamed as my guests cheered and applauded. I waited for the adulation to die down.

“Now, my friends, let me put Shit away for the night, then I’ll bring out Smut and we’ll go over my theories on the use of rubber bands.”