Peter's Punishment
by:Patti Remick  
Peter's Punishment – by: Patti Remick

Prologue/Part 1

10 year old peter has been a total little brat again!

Mommy has really had it with me this time. She is going to punish me 
and She knows exactly how She will do it! 

It all starts as She says to me, "Now I have repeatedly warned you 
about this behavior of yours. I am sick and tired of it and now Mommy 
is going to punish you real good, you little brat." Mommy then says to 
me with a wicked look in Her eyes and a smirk on Her lips, "I have a 
punishment for you that will be just perfect…and one you'll never 
forget… you bad bad little sissy brat." She continues, "I have wanted 
to punish you like this for some time and I have gone out and purchased 
exactly what I need for your punishment." It's so obvious that Mommy is 
going to ENJOY this!

Nervously, I begin to whine, "Oh please Mommy please don't punish me, 
I'll be a good boy…I promise I will be now…pleeeease don't." I continue 
to plead with Mommy not to punish me,' but She totally ignores me and 
has NO SYMPATHY. She thinks to Herself: "What a pathetic little sissy 
he really is!"


Peter's Punishment, Part 2

Unknown to me, Mommy had previously gone out shopping and purchased 
many items which She knows are just perfect for punishing this bad 
little sissy. She grabs me firmly by one wrist, and continuing to 
ignore my pleading, She marches me upstairs to my bedroom. As She drags 
me into my room I can see several shopping bags are waiting for me on 
my bed. She very coldly and sarcastically says to me, 'Do you know what 
Mommy has for you…well I just know my little sissy brat will like what 
Mommy has got for you.' 

With that remark She begins to open one of the bags and says to me, "I 
have some new clothes for you that are so very appropriate for the 
little sissy brat that you are…do you know what they are?" I quickly 
and nervously shake my head 'no' as She says, "They are little GIRLS 
clothes…and you will be going to be wearing them for as long as I say 
so."

Horrified I quickly begin to cry and whine as I beg Her not to punish 
me like this. "Oh please Mommy don't do this…please no…I promise I'll 
be good…I didn't mean to be bad…I'm really very sorry ..please don't do 
this." But I can see that my whining is irritating Her even more and is 
just making Her more determined than ever. She says She knows that I am 
really such a little sissy and this is the most appropriate punishment 
for me.

"You've been such a bad little sissy brat so I decided that since you 
cannot seem to be a good boy we will just have to see if you can be a 
good little girl."

I begin to yell, "Nooo…noooo."

But She quickly responds with a stern, "Now shut up and take off all 
your clothes right now or else!" I can tell by the tone of Her voice 
that She really means it this time. I meekly obey and quickly I am 
stripped naked in front of Her. Then with utter delight She begins to 
dress me in my punishment clothes. 


Peter's Punishment, Part 3

Standing naked in front of Her I am overcome with fear and horror as 
She begins to take the clothes out of the bags. I almost faint as the 
first thing She takes out of one of the bags is a package of panties. I 
can clearly see that the package says: GIRLS NYLON PANTIES – 6 PAIRS. 
She opens the package and removes one pair. As She unfolds it I can see 
that it is shiny and white with lace trim at the waistband and leg 
openings. To my continued horror I can even see that there is a little 
white bow attached to the lace waistband in the front.

"Oh please no, no Mommy…those are girls panties…please don't make me 
wear them," I plead. But my pleading is in vain as She holds the panty 
out and open in front of me and makes me step into them. I begin to 
softly cry and through my tears I can see the smile on Her face as She 
pulls them up firmly. 

With the panties completely on She runs Her finger around the waistband 
and legbands. She then has me turn slightly and She runs Her hand over 
my now panty clad little bottom. "Oh they fit you perfectly…I got the 
right size. And you are so 'small' that the panties make you nice and 
smooth and flat between your legs, don't you think?" She coldly 
exclaims, looking down at my crotch I can see that She is right and 
that my tiny male genitals are completely hidden and my crotch has been 
smoothed out by the panty. In horror I realize my crotch now looks just 
like a little girls.

She then makes me sit down on my bed as She next removes from the same 
bag four thin packages. Again horrified I can see each package says: 
GIRLS NYLON TIGHTS – ONE PAIR SIZE SMALL. I can see that two of the 
packages contain white tights and the other two are pink. She tells me 
to sit still as She removes one of the white pairs of tights from its 
package and unfolds it. She tells me to, "Keep still and hold your legs 
straight out." As She begins to put the tights on me, expertly rolling 
up each leg with Her fingers and pulling them over my feet until both 
sides are pulled up to my knees. Again I plead with Her to stop but I 
am ignored and am told me to stand. As I try to resist She practically 
lifts me up off the bed and onto my feet. She will have none of my 
whining, and after She stands me up She expertly pulls the tights up 
the rest of the way to my waist. 

As I stand in front of Her She makes sure the panties and tights are 
pulled up securely and that the tights are on with the crotch seam 
straight and the waistband firmly around my waist. Much to my distress 
She runs Her hands over the panties and tights to make sure they are 
smooth and secure as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I know 
that Mommy sees my tears but She ignores them and in fact another 
little smile begins to show on Her face. I again quickly look down and 
I am in shock as I look at the lace trimmed waistband of the white 
tights up around my waist, the white panties underneath, and my now 
smooth and flat crotch. 

Mommy now takes out of a second bag something that looks like a white 
shirt. As I look at it I have some hope that perhaps She is only going 
to make me wear girls underwear. I watch as She unbuttons the collar 
button and wrist cuff buttons and removes the price tag. As She does 
this I further study this 'shirt' and quickly realize it's not a shirt 
but a girls blouse. I can see that it is a very fancy blouse with lace 
trim along the wrist cuffs and at the collar. The collar is also very 
rounded in the front and I can see the little tag at the inside back of 
the collar: CHRISTY BROOKS – GIRLS SIZE 6. 

She holds the blouse in front of me and says, "Oh look at your pretty 
new blouse…don't you think its so perfect for a little sissy like you."
Still ignoring my tears She makes me put my arms into the sleeves and 
then She buttons it right up to my neck, telling me, "Hold still," 
while She buttons the top collar button and then the cuff buttons. I am 
horrified as I look down at my arms and see the frilly lace on the 
cuffs and then lower my head and see the same thing on the now tightly 
buttoned collar around my neck.. The bottom of the blouse comes down to 
just below the waistband of my tights. 

Next She takes from one of the bags what looks like a several pairs of 
white socks. But as I look closer I am again horrified to see that 
these too have lace on them. She removes one pair of them from their 
little package, which I can see says: LITTLE GIRLS LACE ANKLET SOCKS, 
SIZE S - saying to me with a cold look in Her eyes and a little smirk 
on Her face. "Oh aren't these lace anklet socks just adorable I just 
love these, now sit down again while Mommy puts them on you."

Completely powerless to stop Her, I sit down on the bed and watch in 
total horror as She then puts the anklet socks on my feet over the 
tights, making sure they are on completely. Reeling from the sight of 
them on my feet I try to pull my feet away from Her hands. "Now hold 
still you little sissy," She snaps at me as She rolls the top of each 
anklet sock down and fixes the very lacy trim so it is sticking 
straight out from just above my ankles. I look down at my feet and 
cannot believe the sight of the lace anklet socks on my feet over the 
white tights. Next Mommy takes from a different shopping bag a shoe 
box. The box is white with pink writing on it. She begins to open it 
and mocking says, "Oh, now I know my little sissy is going to love 
the shoes that Mommy has got here."

I nearly faint again as She opens the box and takes from it pair of 
what looks exactly like the shoes I have seen so many little girls at 
school and at church wearing. They are shiny black patent leather 'Mary 
Jane' shoes with the straps that go across the top and little buckles 
on the sides. 

Smugly smiling at me again, She takes them out of the box and picks 
them both up in one of Her hands holding them right up to my face by 
their straps. "Aren't they cute?" She sarcastically asks me as She 
teasingly rocks them in Her hand by their straps in front of my eyes.

I begin to beg Mommy again, "Please Mommy please don't make me wear 
those shoes…they are little girls shoes…please, please…I don't want to 
wear little girls shoes."

But She quickly chides me, "Well I don't care what you want, I picked 
these shoes out especially for you and you are going to wear them!"
coldly adding, "and they are going to look just perfect with the rest 
of your outfit!" She tells me to stay very still as She puts my feet 
into each one and straps them on securely. I can feel Her secure the 
straps tightly across the tops of my feet. But even in my horror of 
seeing them on my feet I can tell by feel that they do fit me 
perfectly. Mommy now says, "Now stand up so I can look at you," and as 
I slowly stand She stands back to look at me. "You really are such a 
little sissy and these clothes are really just so perfect for you," 
She says as She looks at me standing there in my panties, tights, 
blouse, anklet socks, and Mary Jane shoes. 

Chidingly, as She continues to ignore my tears She looks at me and 
says, "Well now my little sissy…don't you think these clothes are just 
right for a sissy like you?...I certainly do."

Peter's Punishment, Part 4
 
As I continue to cry I begin to try again to say to Her that I'm sorry 
but before I can say anything, and ignoring my clear distress over the 
attire She has put me in, She sarcastically says, "Now Mommy has one 
last item of clothes for you to wear…can you guess what it is my little 
sissy?"

I am too horrified to say anything but my imagination runs wild as She 
reaches into the last shopping bag and begins to take out something 
that at first I mistake for a pair of shorts. It is a pink and at first 
glance I immediately notice that it is very odd looking for a pair of 
shorts. Coldly, Mommy looks at me and says, "Now for the most special 
item which matches the rest of your outfit so well and is so perfect 
for Mommy's little sissy," and then adding the horrifying word, "for 
Mommy's little sissy GIRL."

Even now, wearing the very feminine clothes She has put me in, I gasp 
as She holds the garment up and I fully see what She has taken out from 
the last bag. It is a short pink pleated skirt and She holds it up in 
front of me with a big smile on Her face. The sight of it is so 
horrifying that it makes me step back and as I do I have a multitude of 
unfamiliar sensations: the panties being held against me by the tights, 
the tights on my legs rubbing against themselves, and the tightness of 
the straps of the Mary Jane shoes on my feet. 

Mommy sees my reaction but She calmly steps up to me and sarcastically 
says, "Well what's the matter my little sissy? Now I know my little 
sissy girl really wants to put on her pretty little skirt, doesn't 
she? doesn't she want to finish getting dressed?" With that remark She 
holds the skirt out by its waistband by Her long red nailed fingers and 
makes me step into it. She holds it at knee height as I slowly place 
each foot into the hideous garment. I am totally horrified as She then 
pulls it up around my waist, putting Her hands down the elastic waist 
band to adjust it and the bottom of my blouse. She then puts Her hands 
up under my skirt, lifting it up to pull down the bottom of my blouse 
as it has rode up when She pulled the skirt up my legs. 

As Mommy finishes Her adjustments I glance down in total horror to see 
that the skirt is so short it barely covers my tights covered panties. 
It is much shorter than the skirts the little girls at school wear. 
Mommy again steps back to look at me and says in a very mocking tone, 
"Oh what a pretty little sissy boy… oops, I mean little girl, you are. 
I think you look adorable in your new outfit, don't you?"

With that remark Mommy says something that totally horrifies me even 
more as She coldly looks at me and says, "You know something…I am so 
glad that all the sales girls at the department stores were so helpful 
because I told all of them that I needed these clothes a punishment for 
a very bad little sissy boy…And when they heard this they were all just 
too happy to help me convert from your old boy sizes to your new girl 
sizes…they all thought this punishment was such a wonderful idea…and 
those nice girls all did such a great job and it really shows as these 
clothes fit you so perfectly. And they all were so nice in helping me 
pick out a very nice sissy outfit for you…They all told me to bring you 
back so they could all see you in your new outfit and they all said 
they were very eager to help me pick out even more sissy little girl 
outfits for you. I'm sure you will want me to take you back in your 
new clothes so you can thank them all yourself…I think that would just 
be so sweet." My heart is pounding and I feel faint as I hear Her 
cutting words.

Peter's Punishment, Part 5

Mommy looks at me and mockingly says, "You know…I think 'Peter' is a 
very stupid name for a pretty sissy little girl like you, don't you 
think?' I begin to try to say no but She cuts me right off saying, "We 
do need a proper sissy name for you." She thinks for a minute and I am 
too horrified to say anything when She finally says, "I think you 
should be called Patti…Its such a pretty name for a little sissy girl 
like you, don't you think so?"

"No please nooo Mommy," I quickly beg, very large tears now streaming 
down my face, but She just ignores me. Now with an even more 
unsympathetic manner than She has exhibited before.

She said, "Ok little Patti it's time to go downstairs now." She grabs 
me firmly by the arm, as She grabs my arm and calls me 'Patti' a cold 
shiver goes up my spine.

I am totally horrified and very self conscious as She marches me back 
down to the living room. The tights especially feel very strange on my 
legs as they rub together. I can also feel the skirt bounce around my 
tights clad legs as I take each step. Then with a cold look in Her eyes 
Mommy begins again to tease and taunt me about Her taking me out 
shopping for more little girls clothes since its so obvious that She 
thinks I look so adorable and cute in my new outfit. Looking at me and 
coldly smiling She says, 'Oh you are sooo adorable and I can't wait to 
take you shopping for some more little sissy girlie clothes…and I hope 
those same nice sales girls that helped me with this outfit are there 
when we go.' 

I can't believe what She just said and hope She really didn't mean it 
but with that look in Her eyes my heart begins to pound again. She 
continues, "Don't you want to go shopping with Mommy for some new 
outfits Patti? A sissy girl like you really needs a whole wardrobe of 
little girls clothes don't you think?"

Horrified at this remark I again beg and plead with Her to let me out 
of these clothes, "Oh please Mommy, I promise that I will be a very 
good boy, I really promise, please can I have my old clothes back, oh 
Mommy please?" But instead of having any sympathy for me She begins to 
makes me walk around for Her, commenting on how cute and adorable I am 
and how I really am a total little sissy. She IGNORES my tears and my 
pleading to get out of these clothes, as it is so apparent that She is 
taking great pleasure in punishing and humiliating me this way. 

She mockingly shows me how to curtsey and then takes the utmost delight 
as She makes me curtsey several times for Her until She is satisfied I 
have done it to Her liking. As I curtsey and hold my short skirt out, 
my tights covered panties are clearly visible and She makes sure I am 
aware of it by saying as I curtsey, "Oh you are so cute when you show 
off your pretty panties…you will have to curtsey just like you have 
done now and show off your pretty sissy panties to the sales girls when 
we go shopping. Oh what a good little girl you are going to be!" Then 
widely grinning She remarks, "I guess I am just going to have to empty 
out all your closets and drawers of all of your old boy clothes to 
make room for your new wardrobe…and we will have to get you a wardrobe 
that all the other little girls in the neighborhood and at school will 
just be so jealous of!"

Peter's Punishment, Part 6

Wanting to try and end the humiliation of the curtseys and Mommy's 
teasing I try to sit down on the couch. But angrily She quickly grabs 
me by the arm and scolds, "I didn't say you could sit down, did I? Now 
you will not sit down until I say you can do you understand me." I 
meekly nod my head as I stand in front of Her. She coldly looks at me 
and says, "Ok now my little sissy can sit down." Using anything I can 
do to lessen my extreme torment I quickly sit down on the couch. But as 
I do I have unknowingly made Mommy very angry again as She sternly 
says, "Now when a little sissy girl like you sits down she will 
properly fold her skirt under her with her hands so it doesn't get 
wrinkled ..do you understand?" With that remark She makes me stand up 
and keenly watches as I, in total humiliation, gently fold my skirt 
under me with both hands.

She makes me do this utterly humiliating action several times until She 
is also satisfied with this. Each time She makes me sit I carefully try 
to fold the short skirt under me and I can feel the shortness of it and 
then the strange feeling of my hands against the back of the my tights 
clad thighs. As I sit on the couch with fresh tears running down my 
cheeks Mommy just stares at me. I try not to look at Her in my 
humiliated state. Finally She coldly says, "Now this is what we have do 
to bad little sissies like you! I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner!"

As I sit on the couch I look down at my little legs and realize they 
really do look exactly like a little girls legs clad in tights, lace 
anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. I look down and see that in my 
sitting position the little pink skirt I am wearing barely even covers 
my crotch and I can even see a little bit of my lace trimmed panty 
through my tights. As I try to gently tug my skirt down Mommy snaps, 
"Patti you leave your skirt alone now – I don't want it ruined!"

I sit frozen and for a few moments Mommy looks deep in thought. I start 
to think that maybe She going to let my torment end and is ready to let 
me change out of these clothes and all that talk about cleaning out my 
closets and taking me shopping was just Her teasing me. In fact I 
quickly glance at Mommy's face and Her expression looks like it has 
softened. Thinking that now is my chance I am about to ask Her again if 
I can get out of these clothes when suddenly She looks up a me and 
with a little smile on Her lips says, "I have an idea for some fun." I 
am really nervous about the way She said 'fun' and the cold look in Her 
eyes.

Peter's Punishment, Part 7

With this remark She says, "I think I will call Cathy and Linda over…I 
bet they would really love to see you now!" I am horrified as She 
begins to tell me how Her girlfriends always told Her that I was such a 
little sissy and should be really be punished just like one. I am in 
shock as She coldly says, "I'm so glad I finally listened to them…I'm 
calling them right now so they can come over and see that they were 
right!" She picks up the telephone and as She begins to dial I realize 
that my punishment is not over by any means and, in fact, seems to be 
just beginning.

I now become so petrified that I begin to cry hysterically, jumping up 
off the couch and standing in front of Her pounding my little feet on 
the floor and screaming, "No no no, please Mommy no." But like every 
time I have pleaded with Her before She just ignores me. 

I just cannot believe She is going to show me off to Her girlfriends 
dressed like I am. In my hysterics I fall onto the floor laying there 
kicking my legs futilely. I am making such a commotion that Mommy 
angrily hangs up the telephone and begins to walk over to where I am 
still laying on the floor crying. Suddenly I begin to feel a warm 
feeling in my crotch. At first I think its just because I have been 
frantically kicking my legs so much, but then I quickly realize to my 
absolute horror that in my hysterics I have accidentally wet my 
panties. I quickly realize that it is just a small amount, but I 
panic in horror and immediately try to hide this but my short little 
skirt has rode up and I can see the little wet spot that has seeped 
through my panties and has even made a tiny little wet spot on 
the crotch area of my tights. 

Although it is very small and I thought I hid it I am wrong. Mommy has 
also seen it and furiously confronts me, "What did you do?…what did you 
do? What was that spot? What are you hiding from me?" Then she utters 
those horrific words, "Have you wet your panties?" Still laying on the 
floor I try to roll over onto my stomach so as to best attempt to hide 
the wet spot, but She grabs me by the arm and rolls me onto my back. 
She puts one of Her hands firmly on my chest keeping me from rolling 
back over and She quickly pulls up the front of my skirt with Her other 
hand to confirm what She suspects. I quickly try to push my legs 
together tightly to hide the wet spot but She is now furious and 
sternly says, "Spread your legs right now do you hear me...spread 
your legs now!" 

Horrified at what She will find I try to continue to hold my tights 
covered legs tightly together but She is too overpowering as She begins 
to push my legs apart first pushing one thigh out and then the other. I 
realize it is futile to continue resisting and She continues to push my 
little legs out until my legs are well spread, my little skirt pushed 
up and my knees bent. "Well oh my, look what we have here," She 
sarcastically says as She looks at the little wet spot on my crotch. 

As I see the anger in Her eyes I begin to beg and plead with Her, "Oh 
Mommy, it was an accident...I'm sorry Mommy." I try to beg Her to let 
me go to the bathroom. "Please Mommy I'm sorry…it was an accident 
please let me go to the bathroom…please." As I see that She is 
continuing to ignore my pleas. I try a ploy that I hope will work and 
say to Her, "Oh please Mommy…I think I need to pee some more." Thinking 
that She would let me go if She believed that I had to pee more. But I 
can tell that there is no way She will listen to me and She totally 
ignores me and my plea, that I still need to pee.

"Well what a little sissy BABY we have here!" Now I am reeling from Her 
using the word 'baby' but She coldly continues, "our little baby sissy 
girl has wet her panties hasn't she?" I futilely shake my head 'no' but 
She just holds me and says, "Oh yes you have. Don't you lie to Mommy, 
you have wet your panties just like a little sissy baby girl haven't 
you, HAVEN'T YOU?" I cannot answer Her as She says to me, "What a 
bad girl you are…a very bad little girl."

I just lay there crying and wondering what will happen next. I am to 
quickly and horribly find out that Mommy has an additional punishment 
for this little sissy baby brat. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 8

As I lay there crying and whining She angrily grabs me firmly by the 
arm and lifts me off the floor. I continue to cry hysterically and can 
feel the wet panties against my crotch as She practically drags me back 
upstairs. My little legs are doing all they can to keep up with Mommy 
who has a firm grip on me and is pulling me along quickly. As She drags 
me up the stairs She says, "So you need to pee more?" sarcastically 
mimicking my plea. And then very angrily She snarls, "Get upstairs you 
bad little baby…what a very bad little sissy baby girl you are…get 
upstairs!"

At first I assume She will probably take me back to my bedroom and in a 
strange way I feel a sense of relief as I assume She will have to take 
me out of these wet panties and will probably undress me to do so. 
Maybe, I pray, She will even put me back in my boy clothes too. But I 
am discover that I am terribly mistaken as She takes me past my 
bedroom, and past the bathroom, to the door at the end of the hallway. 
I know that this room had been empty for a long time but in the last 
few months Mommy had started to keep the door closed and locked. I have 
no idea what is in it, why She has kept it locked, or why She has taken 
me here. While still holding me firmly by the arm She reaches into 
the pocket of Her jeans and takes out a set of keys. Then She unlocks 
the door and I nearly faint - my little tights clad legs feeling weak - 
with the sight I am seeing. 

She has converted the room into what looks exactly like a baby's 
nursery room – in fact from what I can see She has made it into a 
little baby GIRLS nursery room. It is painted pink and decorated with 
pink and white and I notice right away all the white baby furniture in 
it. As I quickly look around in horror I see what definitely is a crib 
with tall white metal bars on all sides, a large playpen on the floor 
and what appears to look like a baby's changing table with drawers and 
large storage compartments underneath it.

I am frozen in the doorway as I look around the room in shock and am 
suddenly jolted as She quickly and firmly pulls me into the room. She 
then pushes me further into the room and proceeds to quickly lock the 
door behind Her with a key. Frantically, I try to run for the door but 
I cannot open it as She has locked it securely. I look up at Her as I 
struggle with the door but She just smiles at me apparently taking 
great pleasure from my predicament. In my frustration I finally just 
collapse on the floor at the foot of the door, continuing to cry 
hysterically. 

Ignoring my crying I can see through my tears that She has walked over 
to what appeared to me to be a changing table. Through my tears I look 
at it carefully and am horrified. Although it looks a bit large it 
definitely IS a changing table just like a baby's changing table. It 
has a white padded top with pink edging and I can see what appears to 
be several white straps with little pink fasteners at their ends. It 
has several drawers and compartments directly under the padded top 
although I cannot really see what is it those drawers.

I am startled as Mommy turns around and while standing in front of the 
table looks at me and very matter of factually says, "Ok you bad little 
sissy baby, lets get you up here so you can 'pee more'." 

Her continued sarcasm on the phrase 'pee more' is not lost on me as I 
am now realizing my little ploy has totally backfired. Further 
horrified at hearing this, I now try to stay were I am near the door. I 
look over at Her, my eyes pleading, but She just sarcastically smiles 
back at me and with a flattened hand mockingly taps twice on the padded 
surface of the table, Her hand motion tauntingly 'calling' me to the 
padded table as She says, "Come on now my little sissy baby…I'm 
waiting." Completely horrified I continue to stay frozen by the foot of 
the door. She again says, "Now come on my little sissy Patti, I want 
you to get up here for Mommy right now…like a good little sissy baby."

Horrified by what I see I continue to remain at the foot of the door. 
But now Mommy's face turns very stern and She puts Her hand on the top 
of the table's padded surface and says, "Now Patti, get up off the 
floor and get up here on the changing table right now or else." 

As I hear Her use the words CHANGING TABLE I just cannot take it and 
begin to have another tantrum but this time Mommy comes right over to 
where I am laying and begins to pick me up. Hysterically, I try to 
resist but She grabs my arms and practically drags me to the changing 
table. I begin to scream and cry as She then grabs me under my arms and 
quickly lifts me up…my little lace anklet and Mary Jane shoe encased 
feet desperately trying to stay touching the floor. As She holds me up 
from under my arms my crotch is clearly visible to Her inspection and 
She can now clearly see that I have further wet my panties and tights. 
With a disgusted look on Her face She continues to lift my now 
hysterical body up and in one swift motion She lifts me up over the 
table and lays me down with my back on the padded surface of the 
hideous piece of furniture. 

I can feel the plastic cover of the table's padded surface and, still 
hysterical, I try to get up off of it. But She quickly pushes me back 
down onto it on my back, and tells me, "Now don't you move." Before I 
can even try to move again She quickly brings one of the white straps 
under my arms and across my chest and fastens it to a pink clip on the 
other side of the table. She then firmly pulls the strap tight and I 
quickly realize I can no longer lift myself off the table or even roll 
over. I am still hysterical as She now orders me to pull my skirt up. I 
am crying very loudly but She tells me to lie still, shut up, and 
do as I am told. Angrily She yells, "Pull the front of your skirt up 
right now, and spread your legs do you understand me!" Her now raised 
and harsh voice startles me and using both hands I quickly put my skirt 
up over my blouse. 

Restrained as I am I can no longer even attempt to try and hide my wet 
crotch and complying with Her orders I now move my feet apart. Mommy 
now looks very closely at my wet panties and tights and again shakes 
Her head in disgust. She coldly says, "Well you little sissy, just look 
at this…You have had a tantrum and wet your panties just like a little 
baby, didn't you?"

Crying loudly all I can say is, "No Mommy no, it was, it was an 
accident…I'm sorry…pleeease…." But She just ignores my pleading as She 
did before. She then says to me something that totally horrifies me 
because I'm not sure what She means but I can clearly tell that She is 
seething with anger.

"Well we have something for bad little sissy girls who wet their 
panties."

Peter's Punishment, Part 9

I continue to cry as Mommy again tells me, "Lay still," but now She 
Adds, "and put your legs together.' As I continue to hold my skirt up 
over my blouse, now afraid to even let go of it, I am horrified at how 
angry She is and I quickly comply and I push my feet together until my 
Mary Jane shoes are touching. I am praying that She is satisfied that 
She has seen that I have wet my panties and that She will now take me 
to the bathroom. But I am sorely mistaken as Mommy then takes both of 
Her hands, and grabbing my tights by the waistband carefully but 
deliberately, pulls them down to my ankles. I was not prepared for this 
and don't know what She is doing and become hysterical again kicking my 
legs back and forth. I quickly realize that by pulling the tights down 
to my ankles it has effectively bound my feet together. She grabs me 
firmly by the chin and tells me, "Stop your kicking right now …you hold 
perfectly still you little brat…do you understand me!" Again I quickly 
comply at the harsh sound of Her voice and become motionless. 

I watch in agony as She then reaches down under the table and see that 
She has retrieved a pair of scissors. She says nothing to me but I can 
tell I better not move one muscle as She proceeds to cut my wet panties 
off with the scissors by snipping through the waistband at each leg 
opening and briskly pulling the wet panties out from under me. She 
holds them up so She can see then and coldly says, "I think our little 
baby girl wet her panties some more when she had her tantrum here in 
the nursery…didn't she?…well I guess you really did need to 'pee more' 
these panties are soaked!" Furious at their wetness, She pushes the wet 
panties in my face and nose and holds them there as I try to turn my 
head away from them. Now chiding me about this 'accident' I watch in 
horror as She tosses the panties into the trash. 

As I continue to cry She tells me to spread my legs wide and continue 
to hold my skirt up. She has no sympathy what so ever and coldly says 
She was glad She was prepared for a little sissy girl like me to act 
like such a baby as I comply and spread my legs. "Now you pathetic 
little sissy…since you act like a baby you will be treated like a 
baby," She coldly says. As I lay there frozen with fright She reaches 
under the table and brings up a large white bottle of what is clearly 
baby powder and what looks like a container of pre-moistened baby wipes 
and places them near my feet.

At first I can't really see it but I quickly lift my head and can read 
that the container says in large print: BABY WIPES – 500 COUNT. I can 
also see that in smaller print it says: Cleans and Soothes – Helps 
Prevent Chaffing and Diaper Rash. Ignoring my tears and pleading She 
takes a baby wipe from the container and begins to wipe it all over my 
tiny male genitals. Still not completely comprehending what is 
happening to me I realize that the baby wipe feels cool on my skin. As 
She continues with a second wipe I realize that I have unconsciously 
spread my legs even wider so She can easily wipe my crotch and genital 
area. She then grabs my feet which are still locked together by the 
tights around my ankles and before I know it She firmly lifts them up 
off the table and practically over my head fully exposing my rear.

The strap around my chest prevents me from any movement of my upper 
body and She has a firm hold on my legs at my ankles. Still firmly 
holding my legs with one hand She takes another baby wipe and begins to 
wipe my rear and anus. I cry hysterically as She does this but She just 
continues to ignore me. Still holding my legs I see Her reach for the 
bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I 
see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle 
back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads 
the powder on me. Finally She lowers my legs back onto the table. 

She orders me to spread my legs wide and I do but my feet are still 
bound together by the tights so all I can do in bend my knees and pull 
my feet towards me. She actually smiles in delight and is even a bit 
surprised as She watches me spread my legs like this and even softens 
Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby – 
spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins 
to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals 
telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Satisfied that I 
am well powdered She then reaches down and I hear Her opening one of 
the drawers. I am totally horrified and nearly faint at what I see 
next.

A thick white disposable diaper, I don't think I can remember ever 
seeing one of these so close to me in my life. She smiles, almost 
giggling, as She sees my horrified reaction to the sight of it as She 
holds the still folded diaper between Her red nailed fingers. Even as 
She holds it in its folded state I can see the white plastic covering, 
thick white padding, elastic leg gathers and wide white fastening 
tapes. She stares at me and brings the diaper closer to my face and 
mockingly says, "Do you know what I have here for you?" I say 
nothing in my frightened state and She says again, "Come on now…be a 
good little sissy and tell Mommy what I have here for you."

Hysterically I cry out, "Nooo, nooo…pleeeease."

Again She taunts me, "Come on little sissy girl, tell Mommy what I 
have for her here." Finally sensing that it is just too much for me to 
answer Her She finally sarcastically says, "Alright…don't answer me you 
little brat …you know what this is and if you have any doubt you are 
going to find out right now…now you keep your legs spread wide and lift 
up your bottom so I can put you in your diaper you very BAD BAD little 
girl."

Oh God, She really means it. She is really going to put me in a diaper. 
A diaper! I just cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm a ten 
years old boy and I'm now dressed like a 6 year old girl and now I am 
going to be put into a diaper too. I begin again to plead with Her not 
to put me in the diaper but She will have none of it. She angrily 
Scowls, "You have really been a very bad little bratty sissy girl and 
this is what happens to bad little sissies like you who wet their 
panties…they have to wear diapers, now lift up now!" Seeing the anger 
in Her face I quickly comply and lift my rear off the table feeling 
the tightness of the strap across my chest as I try to arch my back. 

Now as She unfolds the diaper I see its hideous hourglass shape, 
elastic leg and waist bands, and thick white padding. Pleased that I am 
still holding my rear off the table Her tone softens a bit and She now 
coldly begins teasing me by holding the diaper near my tear streaked 
face and stroking Her fingers over the now open crotch of the diaper 
and saying, "h these diapers are so soft and thick, they were the 
thickest ones available…and the package said they were 'baby soft' so I 
just knew you are going to love wearing them."

I watch in sheer horror as She then expertly slides the unfolded diaper 
under me. I try to now hold myself up off the diaper but Mommy puts Her 
hand on my stomach and firmly begins to push as She says, "Now stop 
being such a brat a be a good little sissy baby and lay down on your 
diaper."

Knowing I cannot resist Her I relax and lower my rear onto the diaper 
and as I do I can feel its very thick, and soft, padding against my 
rear. She tells me to continue to hold my skirt up over my chest as I 
have unconsciously never let go of it the whole time. Now as I continue 
to plead She coldly says, "You know something you little sissy brat, 
I've really had enough noise and whining out of you," She then reaches 
down and pulls from a drawer underneath me a large baby's pacifier 
which She thrusts into my mouth. She holds it there with Her hand as 
She says, "Now that will keep our little sissy baby girl quiet...don't 
you touch it or even think of spitting it out…do you understand me." I 
look at Her coldly starring at me as She says again, "Do you understand 
me!" Now unable to speak I meekly nod my head up and down. Finally She 
says, "Now that's a good baby girl," as She finally takes Her hand off 
the pacifier, leaving it firmly in my mouth. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 10

She finally begins to smile again and I now watch Her as She tries not 
to giggle at me as I lay there strapped on the changing table, pacifier 
plugging my mouth, my white blouse buttoned up to my neck, my hands 
holding my skirt hem up around my chest, my tights pulled down around 
my lace anklet encased feet which are locked in black patent leather 
Mary Jane shoes, legs spread wide with knees bent, unfolded hourglass 
shaped disposable diaper under my powdered crotch and rear. As I lay 
there She tells me how PATHETIC a little sissy I am. I lay on the 
changing table in that position as Mommy sternly tells me not to move. 

"Now don't you move one bit…do you hear me." She then takes Her keys 
out of the pocket of Her jeans, unlocks the door, and walks out of the 
room. I can hear Her walk down the hall and go into the bathroom and 
close the door. A few moments later I hear the toilet flush and water 
running in the sink. For a few minutes there is total silence and I 
quickly look around the room. I again can see the crib which looks just 
like a baby's crib with shiny metal bars on all sides except that it 
seems a bit larger than ones I have seen for babies. The playpen also 
looks quite large and the sides seem very high - almost as tall as I 
am.

While Mommy is out of the room my mind is racing. I am trying to look 
at everything in the room and I have a thought of trying to unhook the 
strap and get down off the table when Mommy walks back into the room, 
re-locking the door behind Her. As She does, I begin to try to plead 
with Her again but the pacifier prevents me from speaking and I am 
too frightened to take it out. She walks over and stands in front of 
the changing table She has secured me to. She completely ignores my 
pleading looking tear streaked eyes, and says, "Ok little sissy baby, 
it's time we finish getting you into your diaper."

I try to yell, "No, no," but with the pacifier in my mouth the only 
sounds I can make are little moans. I am praying for mercy but Mommy 
shows none whatsoever. With both of Her hands She begins to firmly pull 
the diaper up between my legs. As She pulls it tight over my crotch 
it forces my legs to be spread out even further and I can now really 
begin to feel the thickness of its padding. I lay motionless as She 
then tapes it on very securely, first one side and then the other, 
making several adjustments as She makes sure it is on very tight 
and secure. I can really feel that it is very thick and that She has 
put it on me very tightly.

I try to move my hands down near the diaper to see if there is any 
chance I can unfasten the tapes but She quickly brushes them away and 
scowls, "You keep your hands away from your diaper, do you understand 
me…don't even think of trying to take it off…do you understand me! You 
have been a very bad little sissy girl and you will wear diapers 
for as long as I say so!" 

She then tells me to straighten my legs and She firmly pulls my tights 
back up making sure they are fully up with the waistband around my 
waist. She runs Her hand over my diapered crotch making sure the tights 
are completely pulled up and the thick disposable diaper is smooth 
under it. She smiles as She can see that the tights have essentially 
locked the thick diaper on me so securely that I can no longer close my 
legs. I try to close my legs but I cannot and I can only comfortably 
lay there with my legs spread and knees bent.. Mommy leans over and 
looking me right in the eye says, "Now our little sissy baby girl can 
wet herself all She wants," then sarcastically correcting Herself. "Oh, 
'pee more', Mommy has plenty more diapers for you." 

Peter's Punishment, Part 11

After making me lay there for some more time Mommy finally undoes the 
strap and tells me to get up off the table and in my slow response She 
actually grabs me under both arms and picks me up off the table. As I 
get to my feet I look down in horror to see that my short skirt does 
nothing to hide the thick diaper which is clearly visible under my 
tights. With a giggle Mommy says She will need to take me out shopping 
to the supermarket for more diapers since She only bought one package 
which will only be a 'few days supply' and She cannot wait to put me in 
the seat of the shopping cart so everybody can see what a sissy little 
girl I really am. She also reiterates that She can't wait to take me 
shopping for more little girls clothes making special note of the fact 
that my very small size will be a great advantage for Her so She can 
pick out clothes appropriate for a five or six year old girl.

She then says with a laugh, "I think we can even get you into some of 
the larger toddler girl dresses…they are just so adorable...I'm sure 
you would fit into them and they are made especially to fit nicely over 
thick diapers like you are going to be wearing…and I'm sure the 
salesgirls will help us pick them out." With this cutting remark I 
swallow hard and as I reach for the pacifier in my mouth She quickly 
slaps my hand away and says, "You keep that pacifier in your mouth 
until I tell you that you can remove it…do you understand!"

I meekly shake my head yes. Then She continues Her thought, cruelly 
saying, "It will be so much easier to buy things that fit you by taking 
you with me to try them on before we buy them…don't you think? I am so 
glad you're so small as I can't wait to buy you some of those tights 
with the ruffles on the seat, they will look so adorable over your 
diapers…And I saw so many absolutely adorable A-line dresses in the 
toddler girls department that you will look so cute in…all the sales 
girls wanted me to buy them for you." Finally, with a wicked look in 
Her eyes, "And maybe we will have to try out one of those baby changing 
stations they now have in all the ladies rooms at the malls – you will 
certainly get a lot of looks from the girls in there," She says as She 
laughs out loud. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 12

She takes me firmly by the arm back downstairs to the living room. The 
thick diapers make me walk in a strange way with my legs spread as I 
'toddle' down the stairs. I start to try to sit back on the couch but 
She makes me sit down on the floor and I quickly recognize that I 
cannot close my legs and have to sit there with my legs spread and my 
diaper clearly visible. As I hopelessly tug at the hem of my short 
skirt desperately trying to see if it will cover my clearly visible 
diapered crotch She seems not to notice me doing it as says to me 
mockingly, "Maybe I should put you in the nice playpen Mommy got for 
you. That way Mommy can know where you are all the time and it will 
be a convenient place for you to keep all the little dollies I am going 
to get you to play with. I know you really want to play with them as 
all little sissies do. I should bring it down from upstairs in the 
nursery and put it here in the living room don't you think?" Then 
quickly She adds, "I have a better idea…why don't we get you a second 
playpen, one for playtime down here and one for little naps upstairs…I 
think that is what I will do."

But my tugging on my skirt is to no avail and finally as She sees what 
I am doing She sternly snaps, "Patti, stop tugging on your skirt…I told 
you I will not have you ruin it!" Then with a little smile She 
sarcastically continues, "Mommy picked it out because it is very short 
and cute and it looks perfect on you…and I knew it would show off your 
sissy baby diapers just the way I want it to."

Peter's Punishment, Part 13

Seeing that I'm not crying anymore She then says She is definitely 
going to invite Her girlfriends over so they can see what a PATHETIC 
sissy I am. She sarcastically says that if I have a tantrum now it 
won't matter as I can wet my diapers all I want. She tells me that one 
of Her girlfriends has a teenage daughter who is starting to baby-sit 
and that She would let Her improve Her diaper changing skills on me. 
This last threat is too much more for me to bear and I lay down on my 
back and begin crying again and kicking my legs back and forth as She 
just watches and laughs.

Eventually after I cry myself out She makes me get up and tells me that 
since I had a tantrum I must stand in the corner and be perfectly 
still. She drags me over by the arm and says, "Now you stand here and 
try to be a good little sissy girl until I get back." She makes me 
stand there for some time as She goes to the bathroom again and 
freshens Herself up. I am too horrified to even think about moving a 
muscle until She gets back. After what seems like forever She finally 
returns. She takes me firmly by the hand and walks me over to where Her 
chair is with the telephone sitting on the table next to it. I know 
what She is going to do and I am helpless and too drained to try to do 
anything to try and stop Her. 

"Now Patti, I don't want to hear one single sound out of you while 
Mommy calls Cathy and Linda…do you understand me." Utterly exhausted, I 
meekly nod yes. She gives me one last stare and then sits down and 
reaches for the telephone. But my heart is pounding as I stand there 
watching Her dial the telephone. I pray that there will be no answer. 
Then I cringe as I hear Mommy say, "Hi Cathy, how are you?…Yes I am 
fine…what are you doing right now?…Oh that's great because there is 
something, actually someone, that I want you to see…What?… well do you 
remember what we talked about concerning Peter and his brattyness…yes 
that… well I took your advise...yes ALL of it!" Mommy begins to laugh 
as She is listening then says, still giggling a bit, "Well you will 
really like what you will see, I think the results are even better than 
you had told me they would be!."

Mommy laughs again then says, "Oh you were so right and I'm so glad I 
listened to you...what…Oh yes, I am definitely going to call Linda 
right now because Her suggestions were so great too…just like you said 
they would be…OK, see you soon, bye!"

Mommy hangs up the telephone and stares at me but says nothing. She 
then smiles and says to me, 'Now you stay quiet while I call Linda." I 
swallow hard as I realize that Mommy's friend Cathy is coming over. I 
also notice something else and try to put it out of my mind but I 
cannot. I am really starting to feel the need to pee.

Peter's Punishment, Part 14

As Mommy picks up the telephone again I begin to think about what is 
going to happen. I had met Her friend Cathy before and I always got 
nervous about the way She would always say to Mommy thinks like, "You 
know Sue, I don't know why you put up with Peter's bad behavior. I 
would NEVER stand for that. You really need to teach him a lesson. Let 
me know if you need some advise." I never understood what She meant by 
'advise'. What I now was starting to realize was that Cathy had given 
Mommy some 'advise' and that's what they were talking and giggling 
about on the telephone. And I could tell that it had a lot to do with 
the way Mommy had punished me. Thinking about this made me even more 
horrified that Cathy was now coming over. 

Again I can feel the nagging tingling in my groin that I need to pee 
and that it is getting stronger but I fight it and try to put it out of 
my mind. Mommy dials the telephone as I stand in front of Her. At first 
She seems to be ignoring me but then, holding the telephone in one 
hand, She takes Her other hand and begins to run it over the front of 
my skirt. She is sort of 'brushing' it downward with Her hand as if 
smoothing it. Then She begins to run Her hand over my tights, again 
sort of checking that they are smooth. She really isn't even looking at 
me as if She is doing it instinctively. I don't dare move while She is 
doing this although the pressure on my tiny bladder is growing with 
each passing moment. She suddenly stops brushing my skirt and says, 
"Hi, Suzanne? Well how are you dear?…Yes this is Mrs. Hoffman. I was 
just calling to see if your Mom was home…what?…She just walked in, well 
what good timing. So tell me what have you been up to at school…Well 
I'm glad to hear that. While I have you on the telephone I wanted to 
ask you how your babysitting is going...uh huh...well how would you 
like to get some more 'hands on' experience?…what?...well yes dear that 
used to be the case but things have changed and now I DO have a baby in 
the house."

Mommy coldly looks me right in the eye as She says this and I swallow 
hard as I can tell She is talking about ME. Mommy continues, "Well if 
its OK with your mom we will be able to give you lots of experience 
with taking care of a baby…what dear?… Oh yes that will include diaper 
changes and everything, definitely. What?…oh it's a little girl you 
will be taking care of and you are really going to be a big help…Oh yes 
dear, you will get lots of experience in dressing her and everything." 

This is all too much for me to take. I really have to pee, and not even 
thinking I go to put my hand on my crotch to 'press' as I sometime do 
when I have to pee real bad. Luckily for me Mommy isn't looking at me 
as She is talking. As my hand reaches down I am met with a very 
unfamiliar feeling as my hand brushes past the hem of my short skirt 
and I make contact with the tights covered thick disposable diaper I 
am wearing. It is so thick and tight I can't really even feel 'myself' 
to press on. I am stunned when in mid sentence Mommy quickly slaps my 
hand away from my crotch, giving me a very cold stern look at the same 
time and mouthing the words 'stop that now' to me.

She then continues Her conversation, "I think Suzanne if you and your 
Mom are not doing anything right now that you just might be getting 
your experience faster than I thought...well I'm glad you are excited 
about it now let me speak with your mom OK?, thanks."

Peter's Punishment, Part 15

Mommy stops talking for a moment and doesn't even look at me. She is 
just staring off into space when She suddenly says, "Hi…Linda? Hi, how 
are you?…oh just fine, thanks…Suzanne really sounds like She is growing 
up fast… a ninth grader? Well how time flies. Well the reason I'm 
calling is I wanted to let you know that I did take the advise you and 
Cathy had given me concerning peter…what?…yes, exactly… I should have 
listened to you two from the very start. I thought I would be able to 
do things differently but now I am so sorry that I waited so long!…yes 
you were so right…so what are you doing right now?…well Cathy is on Her 
way over right now and it would be great if you could come over too."

Mommy begins to laugh at something Linda must have said and replies…oh 
the results are really impressive, you've just got to see my 'little 
girl'. As She says the words 'little girl' She again looks right at me 
and begins to brush and touch my skirt and tights covered thighs again. 
Then She continues, "And I know Suzanne is trying to get some 
babysitting experience so I was hoping you would bring Her too…oh 
that's great. What?…oh I think that you, Cathy, and I will be able to 
make sure that the 'baby' behaves for Suzanne." Mommy laughs again 
then, "See you both soon…bye." Mommy hangs up the telephone and has 
noticed that I have begun 'dancing' on my feet a bit. I can't help it 
as my bladder is really starting to drive me crazy now. She looks at me 
and says, "Now Patti, we are going to be having Mommy's girlfriends 
over…do you understand…and I want you behave like a very good little 
girl, do you understand me."

Peter's Punishment, Part 16

I try to nod to Mommy still knowing that I must not remove the pacifier 
that is still in my mouth. But evidently She didn't like my half 
hearted reply so She grabs me by the chin and again says, "Do you 
understand me." This time I quickly nod my head up and down. She then 
says gleefully, "Cathy and Linda are coming over and Linda is bringing 
Her daughter Suzanne too. They really can't wait to see you…you'll 
really like meeting Suzanne…in fact you may be seeing quite a bit of 
Her."

I want to cry and scream at the same time but I cannot. Now as my 
filled bladder makes me dance around on my Mary Jane shoes encased 
feet, Mommy begins to look at me strangely. My bladder is screaming and 
I try to 'reach' Her with my pleading eyes but She is still just coldly 
looking at me. Finally She says, "Patti, why are you jumping around, 
Mommy wants you to be still and you must be on you best behavior when 
Mommy's girlfriends get here." But I can't stand still and finally I 
try to speak with the pacifier still I my mouth. 

"Mommy I have to go the bathroom, I really have to pee." But my words 
are all mumbled because of the pacifier.

Mommy looks at me and sarcastically says, "Does Patti want to say 
something to Mommy?" I furiously nod my head up and down hoping She 
will take the pacifier out of my mouth. For a second I think She is 
going to, but then Her face turns very stern and She coldly says, "Well 
you have been a very bad little girl and I will not have you crying and 
screaming and babbling on like before, especially with Mommy's friend 
here…so you just suck on that pacifier like the little sissy brat that 
you are, do you understand…and stop this dancing or I'll put you in 
your playpen right now …do you want that?" I shake my head back and 
forth trying to say no.

Then, without even realizing it, I try to put my hand on my crotch and 
press again but this time Mommy not only pushes it away I can see that 
She now knows now why I am doing it. A little smile comes to Her face 
as She sarcastically says, "Well well, does little Patti have to go 
'pee pee'?"

I furiously nod my head up and down as She continues, "and does little 
Patti want to go to the bathroom?…is this what you were trying to tell 
Mommy?" As I hear Her say this I begin to feel a sense of relief as I 
think She might actually let me go to the bathroom and pee. But my hope 
quickly is shattered as She slowly, deliberately, and coldly says, 
"Well…you listen to me you little sissy brat and listen good…Patti has 
been a very very bad little girl and has wet her panties before… so 
Mommy had to put her in a diaper just like the little sissy baby that 
she is…so Patti is a little sissy baby girl that cannot go to the 
bathroom…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their 
panties. Diapered little sissy girls like you will just have to wet in 
your diaper like the sissy baby that you really are…that's why you have 
been put in them…is that understood."

I'm reeling from Her harsh words and I can't believe that She has just 
said this and as I try to begin to try to plead again through the 
pacifier She cuts me right off, "I don't want to hear another sound out 
of you and that is final…do you understand me…and don't you touch your 
diaper again!" The tears start to flow from my eyes and I cannot hold 
myself together anymore. I begin to cry and suddenly I also feel that I 
cannot hold my bladder another second. I am horrified as I feel the 
first trickle of pee begin to go out of me and into the tight and thick 
disposable diaper She has put me in.


Peter's Punishment, Part 17

Knowing that Mommy's friends are on their way over right now I try to 
fight the urge to pee in my diapers as hard as I can…but it is no use. 
At first only a little pee has trickled out of me and I try to hold it 
again. Straining with all my might I look at Mommy and try to plead 
with my tear filled eyes one more time but it is clear that She has 
absolutely no sympathy for me. I cannot stand the strain any more and 
suddenly I feel a large flow begin to leave my body. I feel the warm 
pee begin to fill and spread out into the crotch of the thick 
disposable diaper that is tight against my body. I actually expect the 
pee to begin to run down my legs like it has done when I have had 
accidents before, and instinctively I quickly reach down to my crotch 
to feel for the wetness. But I quickly realize that the thick and tight 
diaper has contained it all.

As the pee begins to flow out of me I hysterically begin to try run 
towards the bathroom but Mommy quickly and firmly grabs me by the arm 
and sternly says, "Just were do you think you are going?"

I try to mumble 'bathroom' through the pacifier but Mommy just holds me 
where I am and coldly says, "Now I've told you before and I will not 
tell you again…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their 
panties. You've been a bad, bad, little girl who wet her panties and I 
have put you in a diaper for a reason…now I am through explaining this 
to you." With this last remark all of my will power has left me and I 
cannot hold another drop as my bladder begins to totally empty into the 
thick diaper. I'm not sure Mommy realizes that I have now thoroughly 
wet my diaper but I can tell She really doesn't care if I have. Again I 
quickly put my hand on my crotch really expecting now to find 
everything wet but to my amazement my tights are dry. Mommy doesn't see 
me checking and I quickly take my hands away from my diapered crotch 
before She does see me.

I can definitely feel the warmth of the pee that has spread out into 
the thick crotch of the disposable diaper. I actually am almost feeling 
a sense of relief when Mommy looks at me and says, "Now Patti, Linda, 
Cathy, and Suzanne will be here any minute so you had better be a good 
little girl for them…do you understand me!" Well, in my need to pee and 
everything I had allowed myself to forget that they were coming but 
Mommy's warning has brought me back to reality very quickly. Here I am 
wearing the little girl clothes that Mommy has dressed me in, and also 
a now very wet disposable diaper that is clearly visible under my short 
skirt and tights, and Mommy's Girlfriends will be here any minute!

I am horrified! Then I hear the doorbell ring. I begin to cry again as 
Mommy says, "Now patti, Mommy's girlfriends are here…now stop your 
blabbering this instant!" I just totally lose control and just sit down 
on the carpet and begin to cry loudly kicking my little tights enclosed 
legs back and forth just like a bad little baby girl having a tantrum. 
Mommy gives me a stern, disgusted look but says nothing as She opens 
the front door. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 18

As Mommy opens the front door I hear Her say, "Oh Hi Cathy!...thanks so 
much for coming right over."

"Oh no problem Sue, I truthfully couldn't wait to come over here after 
what you told me on the phone." I then hear Cathy say, "So where's your 
'little girl'?"

"Well Cathy, she is the one crying and kicking right over here." Out of 
the corner of my tear filled eyes I can see Cathy walking towards me. 
She is a very tall woman with shoulder length straight blond hair. She 
is wearing black pants, a blue blouse, black loafers, and a denim 
jacket.

As She walks over to me She exclaims, "Oh Sue!…What an adorable little 
girl you have!…I really love the outfit she is wearing," and with a 
little laugh adds, "it really is just like the one we all talked 
about." Cathy then bends over a little, looks at me and teasingly says, 
"Well why is this little girl crying?"

Just then the doorbell rings again and with Cathy still standing over 
me Mommy goes and opens the front door again. Quickly glancing towards 
the door I can see a woman about Mommy's age and with Her a much 
younger girl who I would guess is about 14 or maybe 15. They are both 
dressed in blue jeans and white blouses. The older woman is wearing 
running shoes and a dark blue windbreaker jacket while the younger girl 
is wearing 'work' type boots and a tan leather jacket. They both have 
long straight light brown hair, the older woman's in a pony tail and 
the younger girls hair falling naturally over Her shoulders.

I can hear my Mother greet the two of them warmly. "Hello ladies, I'm 
so glad you could come over…Oh Suzanne, you have really grown quite a 
bit since the last time I saw you…you've really become quite the young 
woman…I think you are taller than your Mom now.." I can hear other 
exchanges of greetings.

Then Linda steps right over to where Cathy is standing over me. She 
looks at me and then at Cathy and just puts Her hand to Her practically 
giggling face and exclaims, "Oh my precious!...she is absolutely 
adorable!"

I can hear Cathy say, "Yes Linda… isn't she just the most adorable 
little thing!"

Suzanne comes and over and now all the woman are standing directly over 
me. I try not to look at them as I continue to cry. I can still feel 
the warmth of my wet diaper tightly against me and realize there is 
even more pee coming out of me at that very moment. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 19

Suzanne looks at me and then to Mommy and the two other woman and says, 
"Is this the little boy, I mean baby girl that you were telling me 
about Ma?…she is sooo cute but why is she crying?" I dare not look up 
at any of them as I'm afraid to do anything. But I can definitely feel 
a major wave of warm fluid leaving me and going into the tight diaper I 
am wearing. I'm not sure if Mommy's friends know that I'm even wearing 
a diaper as I've tried to keep my back to them. But the thickness of 
the diaper is causing me to sit with my legs fairly spread and I can 
see that my short skirt does nothing to hide the bulge of the thick 
white disposable diaper pushing out from beneath my white tights.

As I look down I can see the diaper under my tights protruding 
hideously beyond the hem of my skirt. But I continue to pray that 
Mommy's girlfriends haven't seen my diaper. Finally I hear Linda 
respond to Suzanne's question, "Well Suzanne why do you think the 
little baby girl is crying?"

"Well mom I'm not really sure…I could be lots of reasons," Suzanne 
replies.

"Well dear, what did we talk about during your babysitting lessons when 
we discussed crying babies?…they can't tell you what they need, right?. 
So…we have our checklist to help us find out…right?"

"That's right Mom, I completely forgot…sorry."
 
"That's OK Suz." now let's go through the list and maybe Mrs. Hoffman 
can help you." 

Now Suzanne begins to move in front of me a bit so She can see my face. 
Petrified, I try to turn about as I continue to sit on the floor so 
that She is not in front of me. At first it seems to work as She is 
still a bit behind me. I hear Her say, "Is she hungry?."

Mommy answers Her. "No she has had her breakfast…and she ate quite a 
bit." I can tell Mommy is referring to the three bowls of cereal and 
milk I had before She started my punishment.

Suzanne then continues, "Well, maybe she is tired."

Again Mommy answers, "Well she had a good nights sleep and I think it 
is a bit too early for her nap." Nap? The word sends a cold shiver down 
my spine. I haven't had to take a nap since I was very little.

Finally Suzanne says, "Well, I guess I'm not really sure what could be 
wrong."
 
With that Her Mom Linda says, "Now Suzanne there is something you are 
forgetting…aren't you?." At first Suzanne doesn't say anything and 
there is an eerie silence from Mommy and Her friends. I'm not sure what 
Linda's Mom is implying but suddenly before I can move Suzanne moves 
directly in front of me and kneels down a bit. I quickly glance up at 
Her and I can see She is looking right at my tear streaked face. At 
first it seems She has a soft tone in Her deep blue eyes. But quickly I 
can see a little smile come to Her face as She looks down and sees the 
thick diaper I am wearing.

Finally, still kneeling in front of me, She looks up at Mommy and Her 
friends and says, "I know why she is crying…I'll bet this little girl 
has a wet diaper and needs her diaper changed."
 
Peter's Punishment, Part 20

I am totally stunned by Suzanne's statement that She thinks I should 
have my diaper changed! I had even tried to hide the fact that I was 
wearing a diaper at all, but it was clear that I could not hide it and 
that Suzanne, with prompting from Her Mom, made the assumption that I 
must be crying because my diaper was wet. Even though it was true 
that I had wet my diaper, I now realized that Mommy and Her friends all 
knew it too. Suzanne is still kneeling in front of me and I quickly 
glance over my shoulder and can see Mommy and Her friends smiling at 
me. Actually I can see that Cathy is covering Her mouth but She is 
hardly hiding the fact that She is giggling as She looks at me.

Finally I hear Mommy say, "Well Suzanne are you sure that my baby girl 
is wet…I think you should check her to see." I look at Suzanne who is 
looking at Mommy but then looks at me again.

I hear Suzanne's Mom Linda say, "You know how to check to see if a baby 
is wet Suz…you remember how I told you."

"Yeah Ma I remember," Suzanne replies to Her Mother. Still kneeling 
Suzanne begins to reach down toward me and as She begins to put Her 
hand under my skirt I become horrified and quickly try to move away 
from Her. As I do Suzanne says, "Hey little girl…hold still so I can 
check your diaper." 

Upon seeing my resistance and hearing Suzanne's words I now hear Mommy 
say, "Patti!…you be still and lay back this instant so Suzanne can 
check you diaper…do you hear me!"

But I am too horrified that they will discover that my diaper really IS 
wet and so I try to resist again. But now Mommy has become very angry 
and I hear Her say to Her friends, "Now do you see what type of a 
little sissy brat I have to put up with!" With that comment Mommy comes 
over to me and grabs my chin firmly in Her hand and looks me straight 
in the eye and says, "Now listen to me you little brat, you will lay 
back and be still right now or else…do you understand me…do you!"

Seeing the anger in Mommy's eyes freezes me instantly. Still holding my 
chin in a firm grip between Her red nailed fingers She says, "Now lay 
back right now and spread you legs so that Suzanne can check your 
diaper." As I slowly begin to lay back on the floor Mommy releases Her 
grip on my chin. She continues to stare at me making sure I comply with 
Her order. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 21

As I lay back I am horrified to see that all the older women are now 
standing directly over me. I am now laying flat on the floor as Mommy 
again says, "Now spread your legs so Suzanne can see if you are wet…I 
will not say it again." As I slowly spread my legs I can see all the 
women begin to smile. 

Then Suzanne's mother says, "Ok Suz…I think you can check her now." I 
hear Cathy giggle again but I am to petrified to move.

Suzanne kneels down putting one of her denim jeans clad knees on the 
floor next too me then says to me in a sort of sarcastic tone, "Oh what 
a pretty skirt you are wearing." As I lift my head just enough to see 
Suzanne lift the front of my skirt and pull it up over my chest. There 
is no hiding the thick disposable diaper I am wearing as all the of 
Mommy's friends now can see it under my white tights. I can then feel 
Suzanne putting Her hand under my tights and down into the front of my 
diaper. I am jolted a bit as Her hand brushes my tiny penis and 
continues down into the crotch of the diaper. She only has Her hand 
there for a moment when She looks up at the older women and says, 
"Well, this little girl definitely has a wet diaper...I actually think 
she is soaked!" She then pulls Her hand out from my diaper with a 
confused look on her face and as She does She says to the older women, 
"Um excuse me but did you say that this was a little 'girl'?"

I can see the older women look at each other and begin to smile. Then 
Mommy looks at Suzanne who is still kneeling in front of me and says, 
"Well Suzanne…the truth is…that this baby girl is really a boy that is 
being punished for being a little sissy brat…so this is how I have 
decided I had to punish him. I gave him every chance to straighten out 
his behavior but he just was a total brat. I warned him many, many 
times but I was fed up with him. So I told him that since he could not 
be a well behaved boy he would just have to be a well behaved little 
girl! I tried to treat him nicely like a little girl and even bought 
him the beautiful clothes he is wearing but what does he do? Instead of 
acting like a good little girl…after all the pretty little girls 
clothes I bought him…he acted just like a baby."

"Do you believe that he even had a little temper tantrum just like a 
baby and wet the adorable little girl panties I had put him in. Those 
panties were so cute and nice and I had picked them out especially 
for him…but he had one of his little sissy tantrums and wet them and 
they were ruined. I was just furious and at my wits end. So since he 
acted like a baby I just treated him like one and now as you can 
clearly see he really is just like a sissy baby girl who wets her 
diaper and acts like a baby...don't you agree."

Suzanne now stands up and says to Mommy, "Well…he, oops I mean She, 
definitely has soaked her diaper so you are definitely right…she should 
be treated just like a baby!" I can't believe Suzanne has agreed with 
Mommy and I look up at Her but She very unsympathetically stares back 
down at me and just shakes Her head.

Mommy then says to Suzanne, "Your Mother and Cathy actually suggested 
that I use this type of punishment on him and as it turns out they 
were so right!"

"Well, you guys, like, really know how to deal with brats like her. 
When I am a Mom I will have to remember this method…it seams really 
effective…and cool too!" Suzanne says as She looks down and sticks Her 
tongue out at me. Mommy and Her friends all break out into laughter.

Peter's Punishment, Part 22

Laying there on the floor listening to the women laugh I realize that I 
am still laying with my skirt up and my legs spread. I'm not sure 
whether to stay like this or try to get up. Before I can do anything I 
hear Mommy say. "Well girls, it looks like I have a wet sissy baby on 
my hands that needs her diaper changed…do you want to come upstairs so 
you can see her nursery while I change her?"

Suzanne's Mom Linda says, "You know Sue, I think we should let Suzanne 
change her…She really needs the practice, what do you think Suz?"

"Oh Mom that would be great if, like, if its OK with Mrs. Remick." 

Mommy quickly answers them, "Is it OK? You don't even need to ask…that 
would be great! Lets all go upstairs to the nursery…I think you're 
really going to like what I have done." Mommy then looks down at me 
ands says, "Now Patti, get up off the floor and come with us right 
now…it's time for you to have your wet diaper changed." Horrified at 
the prospect of having Suzanne change me while the others watch is too 
much and I begin to cry loudly again. I roll over on my stomach and 
begin to kick my little Mary Jane encased feet and pound my little 
fists on the floor. In my hysterics I almost let the pacifier slip out 
of my mouth but I catch it just in time.

There is no telling what Mommy would have done if it had come out. As I 
cry I hear Mommy begin to yell at me, "Patti!…now stop this right now, 
do you hear me…stop it right now and get up of the floor!" But I 
continue to cry and kick and I then hear Mommy say, "You see girls what 
I mean...look at what a pathetic little sissy baby she acts like.

I then hear Cathy say, "Well Sue, I certainly don't envy you…I think 
you are going to have to keep him… I mean her… punished for quite a 
while!"

"I know Cath but don't feel so bad for me…I actually was prepared for 
this based on what you had told me earlier. I have really started to 
get things ready for the long haul with her. I've started to clean out 
her closets of all…er, his…boy clothes…clearly you can see that stuff 
is useless…but I haven't really yet begun to buy her new wardrobe. And 
I'm actually glad I didn't because she clearly will need a wardrobe for 
a baby girl and not a little girl like I had originally planned." Then 
She says in a sarcastic tone, "Hey do you guys know of any well behaved 
little boys that can use a nice wardrobe?"

I cringe in agony as they all laugh at this last remark of Mommy's. Now 
Mommy says to me again, "Patti are you going to get up and come 
upstairs for your diaper change or not?…we are all waiting." But I just 
can't bring myself to get up off the floor and I continue to lay there 
and cry. As I do I hear Mommy say, "Well…then I guess I'll just have to 
carry you." And with this remark I see Her coming over to me. Horrified 
I now try to get up and run away but She is much to quick and powerful 
for me and She grabs me under my arms and quickly lifts me up and then 
pulls me to hold me tightly against Her chest.

I try to free myself but Her hold is too tight. I then realize it is 
futile to try to resist and I just begin to hold on to Mommy wrapping 
my arms around Her shoulders and my little tights clad legs around Her 
waist. I can feel the thickness of the wet diaper on me as I tightly 
wrap my legs around Her waist. I then hear Her say, "Now that's a good 
girl…now why couldn't we behave like this before?" Then She looks at 
the others and says, "OK I think she is behaving now…why don't we all 
go up to the nursery so our little girl can have her diaper changed."

As Mommy begins carrying me up the stairs I am too exhausted to move. I 
can see Mommy's friends behind us as we go up the stairway. And I can 
see that Suzanne has a big smile on Her face.

Peter's Punishment, Part 23

As we get to the top of the stairs Mommy I can see that Mommy has begun 
to walk toward the room at the end of the hallway. As we approach the 
door I see that it is still closed and I hear Mommy say to me is a 
pleasant voice, "Now Patti, hold on tightly to Mommy like a good little 
baby while I get the key out of my pocket." I hold on and as Mommy 
removes the key from Her pocket.

I hear Linda say, "Sue, do you really have to keep it locked?"

Mommy answers Her, "I'm afraid so Linda. I just never know what this 
bratty sissy girl might do and I certainly don't want her messing up 
her nursery." With that comment Mommy unlocks the door and swings it 
open into the room. I am still holding on to Mommy with my arms and 
legs and I am actually facing away from the room but I can remember 
exactly what those hideous furnishings in it look like and what they 
are for…the thought of it just makes me close my eyes as tears again 
begin to flow from them.

"Oh my God Sue…look at what you have done here," Linda says as Mommy 
carries me into the room.

"This is just unbelievable…you really put some major effort into this 
nursery and it really shows!" adds Cathy. 

Finally Suzanne speaks up and says, "Wow Mrs. Remick…this is just tooo 
cool!…look at all this stuff. Is that a playpen?…wow it's really a big 
one. And is that the changing table? It is so perfect…I really love the 
white and pink top pad. In fact the whole room is just excellent…all 
white and pink. It sooo babyish and perfect for your little baby girl." 

"Well I'm really glad you like it Suzanne. Maybe you'll get to spend a 
lot of time in here babysitting my little baby girl…what do you think." 

"Oh that would be great Mrs. Remick!" Suzanne replies. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 24

Mommy begins to carry me over to the changing table. I can't bear to 
look at it and am too exhausted to fight any more. Then I hear Suzanne 
say, "Mrs. Remick…what are those straps for that are attached to the 
changing table?"

Mommy answers Her, "Well dear…the truth is that sometimes little babies 
try to move and jump around while you are trying to change them. But 
they are just little babies and they do not know what they are doing. 
But we are really not dealing with a little baby here. What we are 
dealing with is a very bad little sissy brat. I know that my little 
sissy girl is going to especially dislike having her diaper changed. 
Actually, the truth is that she doesn't like to wear a diaper at all. 
In fact, she hates having to wear a diaper…but that's just too bad…she 
wets her panties just like a little baby so she has to wear diapers 
just like a little baby. Then she tries to squirm around and get off 
the table like a little brat so these straps are just to make sure she 
doesn't go anywhere while she is having her diaper changed. In fact let 
me show you now how to use them so you will know for the future , OK?"  

With that Mommy begins to lift me off her chest and lay me down of the 
padded surface of the changing table. I am too weak to even move and I 
hope that by seeing this Mommy will change her mind about the straps. 
As I lay back I again realize I cannot close my legs due to the 
thickness of the diaper. And I can still feel how wet I have made it. 
Mommy says to Suzanne, "Well it looks like my little sissy is not going 
to fight with us this time but I will show you how to use the straps 
anyway. Really I think they should be used by you all the time because 
my little sissy here is very bratty and unpredictable…so you want to be 
sure she is firmly restrained."

My heart is pounding and I am utterly terrified by what Mommy has just 
told Her friends. Tears are in my eyes again as I see Cathy look at me 
and then laughingly say, "Oh look Suzanne, the little sissy is 
spreading his - excuse me- her legs for you. I think she really wants 
her diaper changed. Isn't that so cute!" All the women laugh at this 
remark.

Peter's Punishment, Part 25

As I lay on my back on the changing table I look up and can see Mommy 
and Her friends looking at me. Mommy then says to Suzanne, "Ok dear let 
me show you how to make sure our little sissy brat does go anywhere 
while she is having her diaper changed. Now first you take this strap 
and pull it over the baby's chest and fasten it to this clip over here 
and pull it tight like this." As Mommy speaks to Suzanne She takes the 
strap that She had used before when She first diapered me and again 
secures it across my chest and under my arms. I now realize that, like 
before, I can no longer lift my upper body off the padded surface. 

Suzanne then says to Mommy, "Ok Mrs. Remick that seemed very easy, but 
what are the other straps for?" As the younger girl asks this question 
I can see Mommy look at the other older women and a broad smile comes 
to Her face. 

"Well dear…these straps up here are to restrain the baby's arms if you 
think she is going to be extra bratty or have one of her little 
tantrums. I told you that she hates having to wear her diapers but 
that is exactly what she deserves for wetting her panties like a little 
sissy baby. Now you don't want her flailing her arms around or trying 
to get up off her changing table while you are trying to change her 
diaper…do you? She might hurt herself or at the very least make your 
job of changing her diaper that much more difficult," Mommy says to 
Her. 

Suzanne says, "Oh cool…what a great idea…can I try them on her now?" 

"Well of course you can dear. I think you should practice using them 
even if you don't think you need them."

Peter's Punishment, Part 26

I am horrified as I now see the straps that are hanging from the top 
end of the changing table. As I glance at them I realize that they are 
attached to the underside of changing table and have some type of 
leather buckles on their ends. The leather buckles also appear to have 
some type of padded lining inside them and have adjustable buckles. 

Mommy now says to Suzanne, "Now Suzanne, look at the little padded 
cuffs on the end of the straps…they go around our sissy's wrists, just 
open up the little clip to open the cuff."
 
Suzanne reaches for the strap and the attached cuff closest to Her and 
begins to open the cuff. I stare in horror at Her dark red fingernails 
as She seemingly expertly opens the cuff. She then firmly grasps for my 
arm nearest Her. I try to pull my arm away but I am stunned by 
Suzanne's strength and find myself completely helpless as She firmly 
puts the cuff around my wrist and tightly fastens the buckle. Mommy did 
not use these before and it feels very strange. Suzanne smiles as She 
looks at me after putting the cuff around my wrist.

"Now don't forget to make sure the cuff buckle is nice and secure then 
adjust the strap length so that her arm is fully restrained against the 
top of the table," Mommy says to Suzanne as She gives me a stern and 
cold stare. Suzanne re-checks the cuff buckle then pulls the strap 
tight. I am jolted by how quickly and tightly the cuff and strap pulls 
my arm up over my head against the table. I try to tug on my now 
restrained arm but I quickly recognize that it is totally immobilized. 
I watch in near total panic now as Suzanne reaches over for the other 
cuff and strap. Mommy and the other women just watch as Suzanne reaches 
over and firmly grabs my other arm. Again I am amazed by Her strength 
as She puts my wrist in the cuff and tightly fastens the buckle. Before 
I can even flinch She pulls the strap tight. Now both of my arms are 
totally restrained above my head onto the top of the changing table.

I can see Mommy look at Suzanne and then the older women and say, "Well 
Suzanne you really are quite the expert at this...and in no time at 
all. And you showed that you can really handle her with no problems."

"Well Mrs. Remick your little boy…oops I did it again, I meant little 
girl… really is very weak. I mean it was like she didn't resist at all. 
As I see the women smiling as they here this I'm thinking to myself 
'…didn't resist at all…' I tried with all my might to pull my arms 
from Her.

Then Suzanne's Mother Linda says to my Mother, "Well Sue, I for one am 
not a bit surprised at how She handled your little sissy at all. Did 
you know that my Suzanne here is the captain of Her field hockey team, 
and co-captain of Her soccer team." Mommy looks at Suzanne and says, 
"Wow Suzanne I didn't know that."

Suzanne now seems a bit embarrassed and says, "Ah Ma, its not really a 
big deal."

Cathy then says, "Suzanne, I think you should be very proud of 
yourself. I read in the paper that your hockey team is number one in 
the State and that your soccer team even beat a boys team in a 
scrimmage game."

"Yes, She's really something," adds Suzanne's Mom Linda. "She works out 
in the gym with weights and She is strong as a horse." As I lay there 
in total agony I can see that Suzanne is actually enjoying the 
attention of the older women. I am now more terrified than ever that I 
will not be able to offer any resistance to Suzanne.

Peter's Punishment, Part 27

As a smile comes to Mommy's face she says to Suzanne, "Well now Suzanne 
since you are so adept at making sure my little sissy girl is going to 
stay were she needs to be, are ready to give the sissy brat a diaper 
change? She certainly should not be able to give you any trouble at 
all…what do you think?"

"Oh yes Mrs. Remick…nooo problem," sarcastically adding with a smirk, 
"…and I definitely doubt that she will give me any trouble at all." All 
the women begin to laugh at Suzanne's remark as they look down at me. 

Mommy then looks at me coldly then begins to speak to Suzanne, "Ok 
Suzanne, now lets get out everything you will need. You'll find most of 
what you'll need in the top drawers of the changing table." As I see 
Suzanne's dark red fingernailed hand gently open the changing tables 
top drawer I see Her pull out the large container of baby wipes and the 
bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby powder that Mommy had used before.

"Just put them on the end of the table by her head," Mommy says and 
then adds with a little giggle, "she can't knock them over." As Suzanne 
puts the wipes and powder inches from my hands I actually do just want 
to knock them away…but just like Mommy said I couldn't. I try to pull 
on the straps but it is useless…they are too just too secure.

Mommy then says to Suzanne, "Her diapers are in the second drawer." As 
I here Mommy's words to Suzanne I am overwhelmed and begin to cry. 
Suzanne sees me and says to the other women, "Oh look, I think she is 
crying again."

Mommy says, "Well I told you what a little sissy she was. And if you 
don't keep that pacifier in her mouth she'd be wailing our ears off."

Suzanne says, "Well…I think she is trying to tell us that she really 
wants me to change her diaper…right Mom?"

"That's right Suzanne…just like we've talked about. How little babies 
cannot tell you in words what they want but can tell you in other ways 
...like crying," says Suzanne's Mom.

Then Cathy leans over putting Her face close to mine and starts to 
tease and taunt me by talking baby talk to me, "Yes Suzanne that's 
right….little sissy baby wants her diapers changed doesn't she. Oh boo 
hoo…boo hoo. Pweeze Aunty Suzanne, pweese change my diaper. I've wet my 
diapers and I wealy wealy want you to put me in a nicey clean diaper. 
Oh pweese, pweese Aunty Suzanne."
 
All the women begin to laugh at Cathy's taunts to me. I am really 
crying now but Suzanne just ignores me and as I feel the tears begin to 
roll down my cheek and onto the white plastic pad I see Suzanne's hand 
reach down and pull open the next drawer. I cannot bear to watch and 
turn my head away as She reaches in. "Wow Mrs. Remick…these diapers 
are, like, sooo thick," Suzanne says and as I turn my head back I can 
see that Suzanne is holding in Her hand a diaper just like the one 
I am wearing from when Mommy diapered me before. I can see it is folded 
in half and is all white and very thick just like before.

Mommy says, "Well these diapers are the most absorbent you can get in 
her size…and as you yourself found out she really needs them." 

"I'll say Mrs. Remick…your little sissy really can wet herself," says 
Suzanne puts the folded diaper down on the changing table near my face 
and I turn my head away from it's hideous shape. I am again overcome 
and begin to pull on the straps and kick my tights encased legs back 
and forth on the changing table.

Mommy immediately begins to yell, "Patti, you stop this at once…do you 
understand me. I will not put up with another of your tantrums. Now if 
you don't stop this kicking right now you will find you legs strapped 
down too. Now do you want that. Just keep this up and I'll have those 
little sissy legs of yours strapped down in no time. So what's it going 
to be…huh?" Realizing I am completely helpless I just give up and stop 
moving.

"Now that's better," Mommy sarcastically says as She coldly stares at 
me. Now turning to the other women Mommy just shakes her head and says,
"Can you guys believe this…this is what I have to put up with."

"Well Mrs. Remick at least you were prepared for her to act this way," 
says Suzanne.

"Yes Suzanne...I'm sooo glad I was."

Peter's Punishment, Part 28

Now as I lay quietly Mommy says to Suzanne, "Ok Suzanne, lets see if we 
can finally get you some hands on diapering experience."

Suzanne looks at Mommy and then at Her Mother Linda as Linda says, "Now 
Suzanne, you remember what we talked about…just go ahead, you know what 
you need to do." With that I see Suzanne look right at me and with a 
little smile on Her face Her hands start to push my little skirt up 
over my chest. With my skirt out of the way Suzanne studies my thick 
diaper encased in my white tights. Then she reaches down with both 
hands and begins to pull down my tights by pulling on the waistbands on 
each side of me. At this point I know that I cannot resist and my will 
is completely broken but I continue to cry lightly, my moans muffled by 
the pacifier in my mouth. As She begins to pull my tights down my legs 
are pulled together and I offer no resistance. My soaked diaper is so 
thick I just want to push my legs out but cannot. She pulls the tights 
down to just below my knees and stops.

Mommy quickly says to Her, "Suz, you are going to have to pull her 
tights all the way down to her ankles as you will need her to spread 
her legs wide for you so you can clean her properly. She won't be able 
to spread her little legs with the tights only pulled that far." 

"Oh…gee…, sorry Mrs. Remick…I should have thought of that," say 
Suzanne.

"That's OK Suzanne," Her Mom chimes in, "That's why we are here so you 
can practice."

Then Cathy adds, "That's right Suzanne…and the way Susan's little sissy 
here wets you will get LOTS of practice!"

Again, Cathy's remark gets a laugh from all the women. Suzanne then 
pulls my tights all the way down until I can feel that they are bunched 
up around my ankles. I cannot pull my feet apart very wide as the 
tights are confining them but I can now bend my knees and spread my 
legs to relieve the pressure of the thick diaper between my legs. Mommy 
sees me and says, "Well Suzanne it looks like my sissy baby girl might 
be going to cooperate as she is spreading her legs for you already. Now 
Suzanne, you know you could have taken her tights off completely but 
that is such a pain, as you would need to take off her shoes and 
anklets and everything…especially when you are only giving the little 
sissy a diaper change and not changing her clothes. And this will be a 
common occurrence when she needs a diaper change when you are out of 
the house with her. I think this method…just pulling her tights down 
and making the sissy bend her knees is the easiest way…what do you 
think?"

"Well…I guess I have to agree…and it looks like your little girl here 
agrees too!" Suzanne sarcastically says. I have a lump in my throat as 
I hear Mommy's words about '…a diaper change when out of the house…'. I 
cannot believe this but it looks like Mommy is planning on taking me 
outside in my diaper. I mean She was pretty serious about taking me 
shopping at the mall for more girls clothes but that was before I wet 
my panties and put me into these diapers. I am horrified by Her 
statement. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 29

With my tights pulled down and my legs spread Suzanne begins to untape 
my diaper. Mommy says to her, "That's right Suz…just peel the tapes 
back." Mommy looks at me and She seems so pleased at my humiliating 
predicament. She coldly grins at me then turns to Suzanne and says, 
"You know sometimes it is good to talk to the baby while you change 
her. Most little babies will not understand you…unlike my little sissy 
here…but it sometimes makes them feel better and calms them down. Why 
doesn't 'Auntie Suzanne' try to talk to the baby while She is changing 
her."

Suzanne must have picked up on Mommy's reference to 'Auntie Suzanne' 
because as Suzanne unfastens the second tape of my diaper She looks at 
me and begins to talk baby talk to me, "Oh little Patti you're being 
such a good little sissy girl for Aunt Suzanne…you really want to 
have your diaper change don't you…don't you…oh yes you do. Oh look what 
Auntie Suzanne has for you…a nice fresh clean diaper…oh won't that feel 
sooo good…oh yes it will. Does my little sissy like having her diaper 
changed? Oh I think she does…oh yes she does. Tell Aunt Suzanne what 
you want…yes tell her that you want your wet diaper changed…tell Aunt 
Suzanne that you want her to put you in a nice thick diaper…a nice 
new clean diaper so that you can go play with your little toys in your 
playpen. Oh I think you really want to wear a nice clean thick diaper 
so that you don't have to worry and can wet your diaper all you want to 
just like the little sissy baby you are…don't you…don't you? Oh yes you 
do."

I am actually both horrified and mesmerized by Suzanne's use of this 
baby talk on me. The pacifier that is still in my mouth prevents me 
from uttering a word and Mommy is keenly watching to be sure I keep it 
there. Cathy says to Suzanne, "Well Suz…I didn't know you had it in you 
but that was great! You really know how to talk to this little sissy." 
Linda adds, "Oh yes Suz…that really was very good. And we didn't even 
practice that much."

Suzanne seems a bit embarrassed by all the kind words from the older 
women but there is actually a little smile on Her face. I am beginning 
to horridly suspect that She knows She was very good at humiliating me. 
And even more horridly it is also becoming very obvious that She really 
is enjoying this too! 

Peter's Punishment, Part 30

I look into Suzanne's eyes and for the first time they seem very cold… 
like blue-green ice. She finishes untaping my diaper and says, "Now 
little Patti...Aunt Suzanne wants you to keep you legs spread wide so I 
can remove your wet diaper...can you do that for Aunt Suzanne…can you?" 
I have my legs spread as wide a they can be with my feet being held 
together by my tights. "Oh what a good girl you are…a very good little 
girl," Suzanne says as I see Her pull the front of my wet diaper down. 
As she does I see that she, and all the older women too, are looking 
right at my crotch and I see a somewhat shocked look come to Her face. 

Linda's and Cathy's faces have a puzzled look on them too as Suzanne 
looks at me and then at Mommy and says, "Um…Mrs. Remick…now I am really 
confused. You did say that your little girl here was really a boy 
didn't you?" 

Mommy answers Her, "Yes dear…that's right…that is what I said." Mommy's 
friends now begin to look at each other.

Suzanne is looking at them and then back at me and says to Mommy, 
"Well…if this is a boy he has a very small…uh…uh…wee wee."

Cathy begins to laugh out load at Suzanne's stammering for the right 
words. She however, has no loss for words and blurts right out, "Geez 
Sue…your little Peter here practically is a little girl. I mean I've 
changed real infant baby boys whose penises were bigger than that." 
With that Mommy says, "Well know you know the whole thing. Peter here 
has always been like this. When he really was a baby I was told that he 
would never be much of a boy, that his genitals would always be tiny 
like this. But I tried to raise him a boy. But as you can see he is 
nothing but a pathetic sissy and always has been one. He has always 
been a little whiner his entire life, always whining and crying.

When he was three and his father left I told myself that I should raise 
him as a girl as that is what he really was like. But I didn't as I 
wanted to be 'the good mother'. Well I kick myself now and that is why 
I am starting him over now as the sissy girl he really is. Like I told 
you I thought he could start as a six year old girl but I'm actually 
glad he made it easy for me to make him into the sissy baby girl that 
he really is." I begin to cry again as I hear Mommy tell them that I 
really should be a baby girl and that She is glad she has now made me 
into one.

Peter's Punishment, Part 31

I am still in shock over Mommy's statement about keeping me as a girl 
and the entire scene is becoming a blur as I hear Suzanne say to me, 
"Now you just hold still and lift up your little bottom for Aunt 
Suzanne." I am jolted back to reality and even with my arms tied to the 
changing table above my head and my chest strapped down I can arch my 
back and lift my bottom. As I do I can feel Suzanne pull my wet diaper 
out from under me. As I place my bottom back down on the table I can 
feel the coolness of its white vinyl covering.

I hear Mommy say to Suzanne, "Just tape it into a ball with the dirty 
part inside and toss it into her trash can. Suz." I watch a Suzanne 
folds the wet diaper onto a little bundle and secures it like that with 
the tapes. Suzanne then turns away from me and as I look over the edge 
of the changing table I can see Her booted foot depress the pedal that 
opens the top of the pink and white pail, drop the diaper into it, and 
remove Her foot so that the lid closes again. I am momentarily relieved 
to be free of the wet diaper but horrified by what I hear next.

"Now Suzanne, you need to wipe my little sissy very good so that she 
doesn't get diaper rash. I mean she cries enough without having to hear 
her whining about having diaper rash too…so use as many baby wipes as 
you think you need. You will need to lift her legs up and back so you 
can really clean her bottom and anus, OK? Just use one of your hands to 
lift her legs while you wipe with the other hand. You can hold her legs 
up by her tights if you want. That's what I find is easiest."

I see Suzanne grab a hold of my tights that are stretched between my 
ankles and before I even have time to take a breath She pulls my legs 
up and over my waist exposing my entire bottom. She did it so fast…much 
faster than even Mommy did that I am startled. Just a quickly I hear 
a wipe being pulled from the dispenser and before I know it I can feel 
the cool wipe against my bottom. I am powerless to move and can feel 
Suzanne's hand rubbing the wipe around my bottom and anus. I look over 
my shoulder and see that as Susanne continues to hold me legs with one 
hand She deftly opens the trash can with Her foot and drops the used 
wipe into it. I hear Her pull out a second wipe and quickly I feel Her 
rubbing further up into my crotch and against my tiny vestige of a 
scrotal sac.

She again opens the trash can with her foot and drops the used wipe 
into it. She then takes a third wipe and begins to wipe my tiny penis 
with it. She actually lowers my legs a bit so She can wipe my penis 
from above and then quickly lifts my legs back up over me and wipes 
some more in my crotch. Holding me like this She says to Mommy, "Well 
Mrs. Remick...do you think that is enough? I mean…like...she looks 
pretty clean to me."

I see Mommy lean over and look at my crotch as Suzanne continues to 
hold my legs up and over me and says, "Ok Suzanne, it looks like you 
did a good job. This time it was easy because she had only wet herself 
but it may not always be this easy when she dirties herself. But she is 
going to be on a strict liquid formula diet for a while so we really 
don't have to worry too much about that."

With that Suzanne opens the trash can with Her foot and drops the wipe 
into it. Suzanne then puts my legs down onto the changing table and 
releases her grip from my tights. I am surprised, and think Mommy and 
her friends are too, when Suzanne says to me, "Ok little Patti, we're 
all cleaned up…time for some nice baby powder to help make sure Aunt 
Suzanne's little girl doesn't get diaper rash…you'll really like this 
…oh I know you will...oh yes you will."

"Very good Suz," says Cathy, "you are really getting into this aren't 
you?"

"Well…yeah I am," says Suzanne. 

Peter's Punishment, Part 32

As Suzanne reaches for the baby powder Mommy quickly says, "Hold on 
Suzanne…you need to get the diaper under her before you powder her. 
That way any powder that doesn't go onto her skin will fall into her 
diaper where it will do some good." 

"Oops…I'm sorry Mrs. Remick. I knew that…I guess I was just excited and 
got ahead of myself."

"Well that's OK Suz….just take you time," Her Mom Linda says. 

Suzanne now takes the diaper that She had placed on the table and 
begins to unfold it. As I watch Suzanne unfold the hideous diaper She 
then says, "Mrs. Remick, these diapers are definitely the thickest I've 
ever seen…they must be like super absorbent."

"They claim to be the most absorbent diapers on the market Suzanne. 
They even advertise them as being especially suited for nighttime 
wearing by the older toddler."

Suzanne says, "Well they sure seem like they can hold a lot." Then 
looking at me She continues, "…and little Patti here really needs her 
thick diapers because she wets them so much…just like the sissy girl 
that she is. Tell Aunt Suzanne how much you really like these thick 
diapers...oh yes you do." I try to shake my head 'no' but Suzanne just 
continues to tease me. "Oh don't you say no the Aunt Suzanne…don't you 
ever say no to me…I want you to tell me how much you want to wear your 
thick thick diapers…oh yes yes yes…tell Aunt Suzanne. I know little 
Patti just loves her thick diapers. Now you will be able to wet all the 
time and go play with your little dollies in your playpen like a good 
little sissy…isn't that right sweetie pie?"

Cathy is laughing and says, "Suz' you are really good at this. I hate 
to say it but I think you are more sadistic than I would have been."

"Oh cut it out Cath'," Mommy say. "Suzanne is being a very good Aunt 
…that's just what my little sissy needs." Suzanne is now holding the 
unfolded diaper. I assume she is going to tell me to lift my bottom 
again so she can put it under me when all of a sudden she grabs my 
tights and instantly lifts my legs straight up off the table. I can 
feel the chest strap tight against me as She holds me up and out of the 
corner of my eye I see her place the unfolded diaper on the changing 
table where my bottom had been. She then begins to lower me down and 
just before I feel the diaper against my skin I see Her move the diaper 
a bit so that it is positioned correctly under me.

"Well Suzanne, you are really efficient. I mean I would have made the 
little sissy work and lift up but you just like lifted her like she was 
a really tiny baby. That was excellent. Your Mom is right, you really 
are strong."

"Well thanks Mrs. Remick…she really is fairly light…it was…like…no 
problem."

Peter's Punishment, Part 33

I suddenly hear Suzanne speaking to me and saying, "Now spread your 
legs again little sissy so that Aunt Suzanne can get you all nice and 
secure in your nice fresh thick diaper. Oh I bet you can't wait for the 
baby powder. Isn't it soooo soothing…yes it is…oh you will like it so 
much…oh yes you will." Suzanne watches as I spread my legs. I can feel 
the thick diaper under me and can see the front of it folded out in 
front of my crotch. 

Suzanne then opens the bottle and begins to sprinkle the powder onto my 
crotch. As the powder falls on my crotch it really does feel soothing 
and cool. But I am too terrified and humiliated to acknowledge this. 
Suzanne sprinkles quite a bit of powder, puts the bottle down and then 
begins to rub it in. I can feel Her hand rubbing the baby powder all 
over my penis, scrotum and crotch. As She rubs the powder onto my inner 
thighs She powerfully pushes them outward making me spread my legs as 
wide as I can…straight out from knee to knee.

The heels of my Mary Jane shoes are actually on top of the top edge of 
the diaper but Suzanne seems pleased that I have spread myself wide so 
that She could rub the powder in. She seems to take a bit of extra time 
staring at and rubbing my tiny penis between Her fingers. She has no 
real expression on Her face but I can see She is fascinated with it and 
is almost teasing my tiny male organ with Her fingers.

"Don't forget her bottom," Mommy says and Suzanne again lifts my legs 
by my tights off the diaper and begins the sprinkle more baby powder 
onto my bottom. I then feel Her outstretched hand rubbing the powder 
onto my cheeks and into my crack and my anus. 

She then lowers me down and as She does I spread my legs again. "Oh 
what a good little girl you are being for Aunt Suzanne, spreading you 
legs and I didn't even ask. Oh I hope that all of your diaper changes 
are like this one...and I hope you do to. Don't you want to be a good 
little sissy for Aunt Suzanne? Oh yes you do…yes yes yes. And you 
better be or else."

Mommy looks at Suzanne and says, "Suzanne you really are good with her. 
I hope she won't give you any trouble in the future but right now I 
can't guarantee it. But you will really be a great help to me to train 
her. Thanks."

"Like no problem Mrs. Remick…like I am really enjoying this." Suzanne 
then takes the front of the diaper with both of Her hand and pulls it 
up over my crotch. She pulls it up even tighter than Mommy did when She 
first diapered me. As Suzanne holds the diaper tight She tightly 
fastens the tape on one side. As She begins to fasten the second tape 
She untapes it and then pulls the diaper up so tight that my legs are 
forced straight outward as She refastens it. All I can do is bend my 
knees to try to relieve the tightness of the diaper against my crotch. 
Suzanne then moves over my chest and from above She begins to pull my 
tights back up. As She pulls the tights up my legs are forced against 
the tight diaper. 

Fortunately Suzanne quickly pull my tights back up all the way which 
now allows me to spread my legs and not have to bend my knees as much. 
The diaper is very tight and secure against me and I can once again 
feel the smoothness of the tights against my legs. She makes sure the 
waistband of the tights is even around my waist. Mommy says, "Well 
Suzanne that was a great job...and you did it wonderfully for a 
beginner." Mommy runs Her hand over the tights clad diaper and says, "A 
very good job Suzanne."


