U. N. Known Writer

The Finn Fantasies

Chapter One
The Mowing

Unlike most young teenage boys Finn Scott didn't mind doing chores especially around the kennels. In fact if pretty much found doing any chores less of a chore and more of a pleasure. This wasn't because he liked to work more than any other youngster, but rather due to the game that he'd made out of it all. A game in which ironically enough he imagined himself forced to do the very chores that would eventually bring him so much pleasure in the long run.

Today, for example Scott was busy mowing the inner lawn of the disused kennel complex that had become his playground in the last few months. The grass outside the circular main building may have been approaching waist height from years of neglect since the business dog breading business was abandoned but inner exercise ring was in about a pristine condition as the old self propelled mower could possibly get it and then only after Scott had gone over it dozens of times in the previous hour, as he waited for the battery on the near silent mower to finally run down.

Not that Finn minded the time things were taking as that only added to the authenticity of the slave role he was acting out, and would only increase his excitement in the long run. Something that was very well born out by the way the front of the only item of clothing he was wearing, was being pushed forward by his erection.

Being technically minded, Finn was always taking things apart to see how they worked as well as repairing anything broken, the teenager had calculated that the mower would run for just over an hour on the battery he'd charged at home and then carried through the woods for this very event. However, as he had no idea of what the time he'd started the mower up, or indeed what the current time was, he couldn't be sure just how long he had left before the blades would finally die down and he'd be able to retrieve the keys that were required to release him from the harness that connected him to the machine at the waist, wrists, neck and ankles and therefore forced to follow it around, and around, the lawn.

This had to be the best thing the youngster had ever done, and although there would be even more adventurous things to follow, being the grass cutting slave had been one of his favourite since he'd first done it, several weeks earlier. However, even as he continued to obediently follow the slow travelling cutter around the already too short grass, the imaginative fourteen year old was already thinking of other things he could do, with all the equipment he'd found lying around the kennels. Some of which went well beyond his wildest dreams and Scott's dreams were wilder than most.

On the surface he was a fairly ordinary boy. He did ordinary things. He was good, but not great, at both school and sports. Had the average number of people in his peer group he could call friend, spent a reasonable amount of time with them, doing the sort of things that people his age did. His family loved him, and he loved them. He had interests that wouldn't raise an eyebrow, either at school or at home. At least those on the surface wouldn't. However the two that he kept to himself, certainly would have, had he ever let on to anyone, what they were, which he was never going to do, and yes, he was well aware of the irony that entailed.

Ever since he'd been little enough to realise it, Finn had loved the idea of being humiliated, in one way or another. Not just humiliated either, but punished, and even controlled, in ways that would have terrified nearly everyone else, but which gave the lad an instant erection, even before he knew what the hardening of his penis meant.

Looking down as he continued to walk. Peering down the sweat glistening slightly on his bare chest, past the tight strap buckled around his waist, that both connected him to the mower's handle, and kept the current manifestation of his other secret interest in place between his tightly clenched buttocks, Finn could see the front of his home made loin cloth swaying from side to side, as well as flapping slightly up and down, as his erection moved with his every stride. Strides that also caused the light yet strong chains preventing his ankles from going too far away from each other, clink as he moved.

Passing once more around the starting point of his journey, Finn glanced over towards the double doors that he earlier entered the central exercise yard from. their dark tinted glass a contrast to the wire mess that made up most of the other walls, that were little more than cages from where the kennel's original occupants would have watch him. All were empty now, of course, but that didn't stop Finn from imagining that every one contained a face that was staring at him as he continued around yet another circuit.

It was the thought that people could see him in his current state that turned young Finn on more than just about everything else he did. Sure, being chained up, nearly naked, and doing all other things he did, excited him, but it was the notion of being humiliated that really made him shoot his load. Not that it was every going to happen. Finn was just too careful for that. The broken section of fence that was his access to the kennel was locked with one of his own padlocks, as were all the regular gates and doors that lead to the inner sanctum were he played out his games, leaving him totally confident that his secrets would never get out. Yet at the same time as this allowed him to play his games in secret, it was the thought of the direct opposite that kept him doing them. That someone would be able to see him just as he saw himself in the reflection of the glass doors.

The image was one of a well built fourteen year old boy, wearing nothing but a homemade loin cloth, made from two pieces of thin chamois leather, previous used to clean the very windows now reflecting them back. Each was tucked into what appeared to be a thick leather belt buckled so tightly around Finn's waist that it cut slightly into his skin. This though wasn't an actual belt but one of the largest dog collars the youth had found, and which had a small hasp through the centre of the buckle that allowed it too be locked in place, just as it was now.

There were five more dog collars Finn was wearing. Four of the smaller ones were buckled around his ankles and wrists respectfully, while the final one was slightly larger and worn in the somewhat more traditional place around the teenager's neck.

All of the dog collars were connected to something else. In the case of the ones on Finn's ankles, this was to each other, with a carefully measured twelve inches [30 cm] of play between them to allow for walking but preventing running. Not that Finn was lightly to be going running anyway, given the way the rest were connected.

From the large D shaped ring at the centre of the collar around his neck a chain came down from one padlock to another that was fastened around the mower's cut off switch. This didn't actual anchor Finn to the machine but, was a safety device - Finn may have been horny but he wasn't stupid - so that should he fall over, or otherwise be forced to stop, the chain would flick the switch stopping the mower instantly as if he'd fallen over then the mower would have had too as well, given the way his wrists were bound to it.

On the centre of the steering handle, Finn's hands help a tight grip, as he steered the mower around the grass, but then he couldn't actually remove them even if he wanted too. The dog collars he wore on his wrists were padlocked into chains that were wrapped around the handle, keeping his hands pretty much in place. Only when the mower had finally stopped would he be able to slide his hands down one side, in order to reach the keys to release himself from the bondage he'd placed himself in. Or most of it anyway.

The collar around his waist was secured with a padlock the key for which wasn't currently riding in the grass collecting box travelling a few short feet in front of him, but which he'd purposely left at home, so as to prolong the sensations one of its attachments, that could easily be hidden beneath his regular clothes even better than it currently was below the loin cloth.

Every so often as the teenager continued to walk around, the loin cloth would flick up at the back, exposing one or other of a matching pair of taunt, tight buttocks that had rather more colour about them, than was normally to be expected in this day and age where the rear of boys was often their palest parts. Not so for Finn. His bottom regularly showed all the pink or red signs of what would have once been an every day sight, that of it having undergone a recent spanking. And there was a reason for that. It had.

Spanking was one of the first things Finn had started to do with and to himself. In fact he'd been doing it for so long by this time, that he wasn't even sure he could remember when his bottom wasn't the slightest bit pink from some encounter with his hand, a slipper, a short strap, a ping-pong bat, or just about anything else he could find that would make it sting in that way that he'd quickly come to love.

However it wasn't the colour of Finn's bottom that any spectator would have been most surprised about seeing, as that would have had more to do with what was between them.

There, running down from the padlocked collar around the boy's waist was a couple of thin leather straps that once having completed their journey through the valley in the centre of the boyish bottom, would separate out, to pass either side of his highly aroused penis and tingling testicles, before once more becoming attached to the improvised belt at the front.

Even these straps though, weren't the surprising thing, although they did pass directly through the small metal ring that was all which could be seen of the homemade dildo that was buried deep inside Finn's bottom. The size of which was causing the teenager's slightly bandy gate, as well as the drips of clear liquid that were leaking from the end of his erection.

This then was Finn's other secret. One that had come about initially as part of his experiments of humiliating himself in secret, but which had become such a regular part of his activities that, just like today, it often lasted longer than the main event did. Not that the main event was going to be last too much longer no matter how much Finn wanted it to go on forever.

Finn was in good shape thanks to the sports he played, as well as the other games, but all the same, he was starting to tire, as he continued to walk around and around in elongated circles. The bottoms of his feet were black from walking without shoes. His hands sweaty against the rubber grips on the mower's handle. Drips of sweat also ran down his chest and back, seeping under or over the waist belt, to mix down with either his tensing testicles or through the gap between his quivering buttocks.

Had he been able the teenager would have been gasping between smiles but he was unable to do either of these things thanks to the rubber coated bit that was strapped length ways across his mouth, preventing him from both closing his jaw completely, or there being any movement of his tongue to allow speech, beyond a few grunts, as the tension once more began to grow in his loins to a point where he would be unable to control it from adding to the stickiness on and around the front of his loin cloth.

The orgasm passed quickly, yet even though it was the third or fourth of the afternoon - Finny had lost count - the sensations that had started it, didn't go away completely, but remained simmering away, signalling that there could be one, or perhaps even two more before the events were totally over. That's not counting those Finn would manually give himself as he relieved the experience back at home, of course. Where his adventures had all begun.

Chapter Two
The Homework

Finn sat at the desk, working his way through a traditional "What I Did On My Vacation" assignment, in what could have been a fairly normal scene had it not been for four things that just looked wrong and one that, couldn't be seen as such, but clearly wasn't something your average fourteen year old would do.

The first thing that was out of place was the circumstances. Finn may have been doing an school style assignment, but this was the holidays, and it wasn't as if he was even at home, doing his homework, at the kitchen counter, or at the small table set up in his bedroom, for that very purpose. No, instead of those two more ordinary options, he was perched on a high stool from which his feet dangled on either side. This was placed up against a high level table that was more normally used for examining dogs, given that it was in the centre of the kennel complex where Finn spent most of his time.

If the surroundings didn't seem right then neither did the clothing Finn was wearing which looked, from some angles, as if he had got dressed for school. Only a school that was functioning back in the days of his father, or even his grandfather. There was no sweatshirt, no polo shirt, no Velcro fastened trainers, not even shapeless black trousers to hide the adolescent's body. Instead he wore a crisp white shirt he'd ironed himself to within an inch of it's life. Around his neck was an actual tie, that he'd learned to tie into a small, yet neat knot that settled firmly in the centre of the tightly buttoned shirt collar. The tie trailed down over the front of the shirt, with the smaller narrow part tucked into the back of the wider half. Neither of which were tucked into the shirt but left to hang, as the shirt continued down only to itself be tucked into the tight waistband of the specially selected, and adapted trousers Finn was wearing.

The trousers were nearly three years old, having been bought for his first term at comprehensive school, shortly before he'd gained a few extra inches in height that had left his ankles exposed to the element. Not that this matter any more, not since Finn had been at them with his mum's scissors, slicing the legs clean off at the mid thigh, instantly turning them into the sort of grey school shorts, that were so often featured in the sort of fantasy he was currently living through. One that left his legs bare from very near the top right down to below the knee where his long socks were turned over. Socks that were worn pulled fully up, from the moment they came out of Finn's best shoes, with their laces tied in a bow that was every bit as neat as the knot in his tie.

So there he was sitting there like a boy from an old fashioned boarding school, wearing a uniform that could have only been made more authentic by the addition of a small cap, stuck on his head, and that would have been there had Finn actually been able to find one, or indeed make one. Yet, although the scene was indeed outdated, there was still two more things that made it even more odd than it, at first appeared, and both of these had to do with the way Finn was sitting which was rather unathordoxed to say the least.

Anyone imagining the scene would have pictured the good little school boy, working away with his bare knees pressed tightly together across the front of the hard wooden chair, but that's not how Finn was seated. His legs were spread wide, across the seat, so that his feet hung on either side, in a position that wasn't all that comfortable although perhaps not for the reasons someone else may have suspected.

Closer inspection of the hard working boy would bring to light some red marks, on both the palms of his hands, and along the inner thighs of his legs. These marks, directly matched the size and shape of the otherwise innocent looking wooden ruler that was sitting beside the old style note book in which Finn was writing, and by which he had punished himself for any infringement of the many rules he was currently subjecting himself too.

BY now anyone seeing this would know that Finn was undergoing a punishment, and they may even have started to suspect at least one of the two parts of it that they couldn't see, that he'd been subjected to corporal punishment, and that this may answer the question as to why he occasionally attempted to fidget on the stool, yet barely moved. However it would only be by looking closely between the teenager's wide spread thighs that they would actually be able to see just what was anchoring him so firmly to the stool. How it raised up from the very seat he was sat upon, pushed through an especially cut hole in the neat and proper shorts, before going inside the boy himself where it continually probed and prodded at that special part of Finn that could be guaranteed to give him the hardest erection. An example of which was only just being contained behind the straining fly zip of the tight shorts. Yet as much as he longed to touch it, Finn could not. He had to finish his assignment before then which is why he was so intent on his writing, rather than the way he was sitting and what that was doing to him.

If anyone were to wonder just where a fourteen year old got the idea to dress himself in a short trousered school uniform, and impale himself on a dildo fastened to a high stool, then they only needed to read the report Finn was writing as that gave a detailed account of the events that had led him to do those very things.

Chapter Three
The Beginnings

Prior the day he watched a certain, controversial comedy show, Finn was, basically living a normal life. Sure he had some thoughts that he wasn't about to share with his friends and family, and he did love doing things to his own body that would have raised more than an eyebrow amongst even the most broad minded of his peers, but those thoughts lacked any sort of structure. Structure that he would get from satire of all places.

The show was a favourite amongst almost everyone Finn knew, although it was hated with a vengeance by some sections of the print media, which wasn't all that surprising that the newspapers were more often than not it's target, just as they were in it's most enfamous episode. "TakeOver!"

The build up was slow, showing how with young people becoming less interested in politics it allowed those with more unusual opinions to take more and more control. In the 'TakeOver!" episode, it was surmised that the sort of people who loved complaining to newspapers ended up ruling the small town in which the show was set.

The announcement came at the end of the show where the prime and proper lady, who'd been the butt of most of the preceding jokes due to her outdated idea, won the local election due to her being the only one who voted.

"From today," she announced her policies in a press conference, "All males under the age of eighteen are to be subjected to one of four levels of behaviour correctional practise, that will involve the immediate return to traditional values that made this country great including not just the restoration of corporal punishment, but the encouragement of it."

AS she spoke a banner unfurled behind her, baring the slogan: "A good boy is a spanked boy!" The words themselves being surrounded by drawings of various implements that could be used to spank someone, from the obvious curved handle of a cane, down to rulers, paddles, riding crops, and even a bread board.

A gasp could be heard from somewhere off camera as the audience read the words and realised what they meant, which was handy for Finn watching with his family as if covered up the sound he made for much the same reason, and which he would continue to make as the announcement turned into a demonstration.

"As part of the new rules, boys will be treated as boys and not as 'young adults'" the women visibly spat out the term she so clearly hated before continuing, "They will be smartly dressed at all times in their uniform, such as this."

The curtains behind the lectern opened up enough to allow one of the other comedians who stared in the show to step forward the camera panning down his body from the little cap on his head, across what appeared to be an old style school uniform, complete with a heavy wool blazer, down to his legs which were very fully on show, given that he was wearing a very short pair of shorts.

"No boy under the age of sixteen will be allowed to wear long rousers at any time of the day or night." the lady pointed out further explaining that this was to remind them of not just their status as children, but also to make it easier to slap their legs if they misbehaved which any and all adults would be encouraged to do. It would also no longer be illegal to give any boy a clip around the ear, should he deserve it or not, or even to spank him, anywhere, and in any way, that was deemed fit by an adult.

More gasps escaped from both the studio audience and one member of the Scott household, as the lady moved on to describing what would happen to those boys who weren't 'good enough' for the short trousered schoolboy treatment.

A second comedian came out onto the stage. He too had bare legs, although is feet weren't tucked into long socks and polished black shoes but rather a pair of very simply and childish slip on shoes. Given the previous announcement his legs were also bare, but as the camera panned up it soon became plain that the shorts he were wearing weren't the slightest bit ordinary. Instead they were made of heavy duty transparent plastic that did nothing to hide the bulky nappy he was wearing beneath them.

"Until a child can behave like a good boy, he will be reduced to being a baby so he can relearn his place in society from the beginning. This will involve him being not just dressed as one, but treated in every one as if he was one, until he is capable of growing up with steps taken to ensure that he remains in his place until that time."

Raising his hands the young man dressed in the nappy, showed that his hands were encased in some sort of leather mittens that rendered his hands useless, and that what appeared to be an over sized dummy was strapped into his mouth. Although if that was shocking then it was nothing compared to what would happen to those boys who were, in the words of the lady, 'too far gone' to be saved.

There was the sounds of chains clinking as a comedian wearing an oversized loin cloth came out onto the stage. there were steel bands around his wrists, ankles, waist and neck, with heavy chains connecting them, while a large ball was pushed into his mouth.

"If they cannot be saved, then they shall be restrained so they can not get into trouble, and put to work." was the explanation of what was intentionally clearly meant to be a form of slavery but there was still one more shock to come.

A fourth figure didn't walk onto the stage but crawled, the audience initially laughing until the lady's voice over made them change their mind, putting what they were seeing into a new and scary perspective.

"For those boys who are not worthy of being retrained and who are too week to work, they can be made into pets."

Suddenly the tight one piece Lycra suit the guy was wearing, in a dog style pattern complete with big floppy ears, was no longer funny. Not even with the added addition of the tail sewn into the correct place and especially not with the wide leather collar padlocked around his neck, upon which the words "Good Boy" had been added, right next to the leash that held him.

"There's a good boy!" the lady said patting his head, encouraging him to drop the small ball that had, up until that point being hidden in his mouth, onto the floor at the women's feet.

Suddenly the women's sensible shoes, flashed out sending the ball flying off stage, but the guy in the dog suit didn't move until he was given the command to fetch, at which point he scampered after it his fake tail wagging all the way. The camera watching him go until it returned to the stage, focusing on the lady's face upon which a creepy smile had appeared, growing bigger and bigger until she was cackling as the scene faded to black.

Chapter Four
The Schoolboy

On the first day of his school holiday, Finn set out to the old kennels he was 'looking after' carrying a large ruck sack on his back. This was to be his last day dressed as a normal teenager, as he would soon loose access not just to the jeans he was currently wearing but almost every other pair of long trousers he owned in the process, with just one pair of regular school trousers remaining in his wardrobe at home. They though were still in their shrink wrap from the store, and he wouldn't be unwrapping them until it was time for school again, in two weeks. Before that happened he was going to be a very well punished, little boy.

It would be nearly a month before the first of Finn's plans based on what he'd seen on the show started to take shape. In the meantime he'd spent a long time watching and re-watching the show, as well as digging into the debate forums, even managing to put together a set of the spoof laws that had been laid out. However, he'd also branched out into a few other areas as well, until he had about a good idea as just what it would have been like to have actually gone though such an environment as anyone could have. Now all he had to do was make it a reality or at least as close to it as he could get on his own. Mind you that would prove to be very close indeed.

There were of course several things he would need to do in order for the situation to be as realistic as possible which would mean he would have to wear shorts and be spanked. Both of which he soon devised a plan to put into action. The first of those proving to be rather easy to do. The latter more difficult and rather more painful.

Entering the kennels through the side entrance as usual, Finn made a quick tour of the inside of the fence to ensure no one else had got in since he'd been last there before getting things underway.

Heading into the back part of the building, the fourteen year old made for one of the puppy cages, that lined the side wall of what had once been the weaning room. All of the cages were opened, but could be sealed with a large bolt on the front. All but one. That one had a brand new timer padlock hanging on it and it was set for a fortnight.

Opening the small, but sturdy metal cage, Finn removed the two items that were inside, placing the large broad backed grooming brush, and the loan ping pong paddle, on the side before he opened the ruck sack and carefully removed all the trousers he owned, which he then piled up in the cage. Two other sets of clothes he also removed from the bag but these were left on the table as he'd be needing them later.

Satisfied that every was ready Finn quickly removed the all the clothes he was wearing, laying them out beside the rest, even though that left him totally naked. Still it wasn't the first time he'd been naked at the kennels and certainly wasn't going to be the last. IN fact he'd been doing it for so long that he barely even noticed, yet all the same as he closed the cage on his 'big boy clothes' and snapped the lock shut, he felt a shiver go through him, that signalled the start of the new chapter of his life. That of a good boy in shorts. Or at least it would, once he'd got his first ever spanking out of the way.

PIcking up the brush, and paddle, but leaving everything else behind the noticeably aroused teenager, made his way down the corridor to the manager's office, where his spanking was to take place. Of course there was no one there to spank him but that didn't mean Finn wasn't about to get a spanking that he'd remember for a long time as a determined teenage boy can do almost anything.

A large hard back wooden chair sat in the middle of the floor, positioned centrally on the small rug facing the desk behind which Finn could have imagined some disciplinarian or other sitting. Upon the desk lay what was basically an instruction manual Finn had worked out for not just his spanking but everything else he was going to do, including the rules he would be following as part of this new regime.

The way the spanking was going to take place was very carefully laid out, along with the extra punishments that would happen should there be any deviation from it. The first of these stated that the boy would be naked and then spanked first with the hand, then the hairbrush and finally the paddle, whilst bent across the lap of someone sitting down. This couldn't be done, but Finn had a way around it, placing a large cushion on the seat of the chair, to act as the lap so that once he was bent over it, he would be in a similar position with his bottom raised up, as if offered as a target.

When all was ready, Finn didn't waste any time going through the lecture stage of the punishment, as there really didn't seem to be any point, as he knew it all by heart anyway, so instead he just got himself into the time honour spanking position and got down to business.

Finn started his first spanking slowly. First patting and occasionally rubbing his bare bottom so as to get a good idea of the range and aim he was going to need, before he landed the initial blow on his right buttock.

SMACK!

It stung more than Finn had expected but he stayed in position, remaining there as he followed up with a series of hard spanks of a similar fashion, first from his right hand and then from his left thus ensuring that he could cover the entire surface of his bottom from near the waist right down to the top of his thighs.

By the time he was finished some fifteen minutes later, Finn had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his bottom was already feeling like it was lightly burning, yet even as he reached the required number of hand spanks he knew his punishment had only just started and that there was still a long way to go yet.

A break followed the hand spanking as was the tradition in a long punishment session, where the punished boy would be given time between spankings to think about what he'd done, as well as what had happened as a result and what was to follow. This time was spent standing in the corner of the room, with his hands on his head, leaving his already bright pink on display to the room.

Strangely even though there was no one there to see him, Finn found this oddly humiliating as he was after all completely naked in a very formal adult setting, feeling somewhat exposed, yet at the same time, just thinking about how he must look was enough to make his erection return.

Fifteen minutes was the time limit of the corner time, Finn having set his watch to beep when this was over. Of course, now he had his hands on his head he couldn't actually see his watch which seemed to make the time pass really slowly, until finally the buzzer sounded and he once more returned for the spanking chair. This time picking up the grooming brush on the way.

The second round of self spanking went much like the first, only this time Finn changed hands for more rapidly than he had when he hadn't been using an implement to spank himself with. However he soon found that this did little to lessen the pain as even though he was switching from one buttock to the other, it soon felt like his entire bottom was in fire as the broad hard wood of the back of the brush, smacked into his soft flesh.

When it was done, Finn spent another fifteen minutes standing in the corner, now with what felt like heat radiating out of rear, giving him the image of his bottom acting like a fire, warming the entire room, until it was time for him to return to the chair for his meeting with the paddle.

Despite bracing himself for the inevitable Finn really wasn't as prepared as he thought for the pain that was to come during the next fourteen - one for each year of his life - blows from the paddle that were about to come the way of his already well punished bottom.

Each and ever blow felt harder than anything he'd had so far especially as the paddle was more than big enough to cover all his bottom at the same time, meaning that there was neither no reason to change hand, or that no part of his rear was spared from each and every blow.

As much as Finn wanted the spanking to be over, he also wanted it to be as authentic as possible so he took it slow and deliberately, spacing out the spanks so that each on felt like a red hot iron was being placed on his already well spanked bottom.

It wasn't long before the teenager was gasping at each and every blow, and even less time before tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes, rolling down his face as he continue to make sure that he was well and truly totally punished, just as he'd worked out in advance.

There was a final half an hour of corner before Finn could be released from his initial punishment and move onto the next thing he had planned for himself. During this time he was totally unaware of anything except the burning in his bottom. Both the brush and the paddle had been a lot more intense than he had anticipated, which if nothing else allowed him to fully understand how people said they would feel a spanking for days afterwards.

However as time progressed Finn soon became aware of other thoughts and feelings, the first and most obvious of which being that he had an erection. This clearly was partly down to the humiliating way he was now naked and on display, but a lot of if clearly also had to do with the spanking itself. And probably a lot to do with the enema he was about to give himself in the kennels vet room.

Finn had never been more happy that when he'd read that boys having enemas had once been seen as a punishment, even though they were anything of the sort to him, as he'd been giving them to himself ever since he'd found all the equipment at kennels, even if he hadn't been entirely sure how to do it back then.

There was a full set, with a large red bag with a red hose and a selection of black nozzles, plus a spare clear bag and a length of tube that could be used without a nozzle, as a sliding stopped would determine how much went inside. Finn had found it all by accident when he'd been poking around on one of his first visits. Yet as soon as he realised that the nozzles could go up his bum, he'd got an erection that wouldn't go away until he'd tried them out.

He hadn't been too successful back then due to the lack of lubricant but that soon changed once he had some, and after pressing the nozzle against his anus, he was soon able to slide it right in. Pushing it slowly as far as it would go until the nozzle was fully embedded in his rectum, and he was already ejaculating.

Since then Finn had done his usual research and knew how to give himself a real enema, and now he was going to do just that.

Still naked the well spanked boy, arrived in the vet's room, where he soon removed the set of nozzles from the cupboard where he'd placed them along with the large bag and the tubing, plus a large wire coat hanger that would be used to hold it all up, once he'd got everything together.

Taking the bag Finn ran some water into the sink, thankful that the little water heater still worked, so he could make it lukewarm, before he directed the flow into the bag, until it was totally full to the brim. He then connected the stopper with the tubing attached, and hung it up from the rail at the end of the examination table, using the coat hanger.

There was discomfort in Fin's groin caused by just how hard his erection had become, but he couldn't touch himself, as he just wasn't allowed, not unless he wanted another spanking and if there was thing he was sure of and that was he wouldn't be able to take another one of those. Not yet anyway. This was then confirmed when he attempted to get up on the examination table by first sitting on it. That idea was soon abandoned in favour of the probably much more accurate leaning over it.

Having lubricated the largest of the nozzle, Finn slid it into his bottom with practised ease until it was all the way in. Then with slightly shaking fingers he traced his way up the tube coming from between his buttocks and flicked the built in clamp to the 'on' position.

There was a seemingly loud 'click' sound as the clamp opened followed by the strange sensation of air being pushed up into Finn's body, that was itself followed by the gush of gravity fed water as it began to fill him up.

Instantly the water started to fill him Finn had the urge to go to the toilet that he knew he had to fight if he was to go through this punishment completely, but he knew from his reading that the way to do that was the exact opposite of what he may have otherwise thought. Instead of getting it over and done with, what he had to do was stop the flow of the water, and then wait for the urge to pass before carrying on.

It took three stop and starts before Finn's normally firm, flat muscular abdomen was no longer as flat as it usually was, but had started to expand as he filled with water.

BY the time it was over and the bag was empty, Finn was anything but empty. His belly was now completely bloated, with the urges to go to the toilet almost constant as his bottom struggled to contain everything that he'd given it. Now all he had to do was make it to the toilet.

The vet's room didn't naturally have a toilet in it, but there was one in the next room, although in Finn's bloated state that seemed like a mile away, and he could only hope that he'd be able to make it as he slowly pulled the nozzle out of his bottom, and ran as best he could to where his relief was as instant as it was exciting.

The enema over, Finn felt weirdly empty, but he still had one more thing to do in the medical setting of the veterinary room. One which he'd read about was just about humiliating the punished boy in a similar way to making him wearing shorts. One that would make him not just feel younger but look it too, even when he was naked. He was going to loose his pubes.

Finn had purchased a brand new disposable razor and can of shaving foam for the task at hand, as he didn't actually own one, given that he had no noticeable hair growing on his face. There was however, some hair elsewhere on his body, and it was that he was going to remove.

Going back to the sink, Finn put a few inches of warm water in the bottom, so that he could soak a wash cloth in it and then run it up and down the lower parts of his legs where a light fuzz was growing. This didn't really need shaving off as it was barely visible but would do for a test run. He then too the shaving foam and spread it over his leg which he raised up onto a small stool to make the operation easier. The razor then ran up and down his legs, until finally the washcloth removed the last of the foam, and any hair that was left there.

Now it was time for the main event, and for this Finn had no option but to touch his erection as he had to move it out of the way so he could get the washcloth, shaving foam and finally the razor around the base of his pubis where a small patch of hair was making itself at home. Only not for long, as that was soon removed, until he was once more hairless below the neck, just like a little boy.

Most of Finn's self imposed punishments were now over, at least those he had to do whilst naked were, so he could get dressed once more, just not in the 'big boy' clothes that were still locked in the cage, but in one of the two sets he'd bought with him.

The first of these would be the clothes he would wear on his journey home and for that purpose looked fairly normal as after all there was a chance he could be seen by someone he knew and the last thing he wanted was questions asked. Sure the soccer shorts and plain t-shirt were a touch too small for him, being a couple of years out of date, but that was easily excused given he was 'working' at the kennels. There were other clothes at home that would fit his punishment status as little boy, at least they would now he'd fixed them, having taken a pair of sheers to the oldest trousers he could find, and then sewing the new hems up himself to make them into shorts that really lived up to their name. He'd even done this to a pair of pyjamas, so he could keep to the rule of not wearing long trousers at all. HOwever the clothes he would wear at the kennels were somewhat different again.

It was getting this set of clothes together, and then adjusting them, that had taken Finn the longest time to do as he had to visit several shops in order to get everything that he wanted, in the size and style that he was after.

There was a designated order in which naughty boys like Finn had to get dressed in order to maximise the length of time they were naked so that rather than covering his bright red bottom, or his erection, the first thing Finn picked up was the socks.

They were long woollen traditional grey school socks with bands of green and orange around the tops that would be turned over the garters they had been supplied with to unsure they always remained at the exact same height three inches [8 cm] down below Finn's knees.

Shoes followed socks. Plain black lace ups, that were nothing like the trainers a teenager would normally wear, especially once they'd been tied with a nice little bow.

The white shirt the boy next put on looked nearly as ordinary as it was. However on closer inspection there were small holes in the material where the breast pocket had been removed. It was also slightly on the small size which wasn't that surprising given that it had been made for a much younger boy to wear. One who's arms weren't as long as Finn's were, meaning that the crisp starched cuffs remained a good couple of inches up his arms and the entire shirt became very snug once it was buttoned up, especially around the neck.

It was with some difficulty that Finn threaded a junior school tie under the collar around his neck, fastening it in the neat and tight little knot that he'd been practising rather then the big loose fat one, teenagers usually preferred, if they were a tie at all.

Like the shirt the tie was short on him, barely reaching down to his belly, but that was the idea as nothing was to take away from the one item of clothing that was to finish of the outfit. The shorts.

The shorts were real school trousers from a time gone by that Finn had made several adjustments too to make them even more of a punishment to wear. The most obvious of these was the length of the leg, which was little more than in inch and a half [4 cm], cut down by Finn himself neatly ten times that. There was also the matter of the pockets on either side that had been sewn up, and that there was no fly either, making them less like those that had once been worn in junior school and more like something an infant of five or six would wear.

They were also very tight. So tight in fact that once on, the front of them would press Finn's genitals tightly to his body, visibly reducing any sort of bulge the teenager could have expected into little more than a tiny lump, if that. An odd side effect of this was that also apply varying yet constant amounts of pressure on those same parts, to almost continually keep his aroused.

It was the back of the shorts that had the most adjustments to them. Some visible some not, but all of them acutely aware to Finn himself.

The first of these was the extra seem that had been sewn into the middle that firmly hugged the crease between his buttocks for all but a small part in the middle. This not just gave him a continuous wedgie but would also help accentuate his bubble butt, whilst causing him to fidget should he ever sit down.

None of the other alterations would have been all that obvious to the casual observer, but there was one that would have been, especially if Finn had bent over, as the seem running between his buttocks had been cut open and an elastic ring about two inches [5 cm] in diameter had been sewn in, so that it rested right to on top of Finn's recently cleaned out anus.

Putting the shorts on was a bit tricky, especially with his shoes on first, and more than a little painful, as they not only clung but also rubbed across the well spanked buttocks but it was only once the elastic that held them up around his waist that Finn would finally be able to sit down on the special chair he'd made for himself.

It was back in the manager's office and was actually more of a stool than a chair, and quite a high stool at that, even if you didn't consider the addition of the large rubber peg that had been added to the top of the seat.

He should have been dreading it but this was the highlight of all the things he'd done so far, Finn wasting no time at all in backing himself up to the stool, straddling the seat, until the his bottom was directly over the protrusion. Then he slowly began to lower himself onto the slightly tapered end, that was designed to fit perfectly through the hope in his shorts without removing any of the lubrication it had been covered with, so that the entire item would slide slowing into his bottom.

The peg was about half way inside Finn when he lost his footing, the flat soles of the school shoes having none of the grip of the trainers he'd always worn when doing this previously. The result was that instead of lowering himself down, he instead plunged right do instead, until he was sitting flat on the stool, tears in his eyes, not so much from the protrusion, but rather the sensation of the hard stool against his spanked rear.

It took Finn quite a few minutes to get himself back together but even then he made no effort to get off the stool, although there was a fair bit of fidgeting to do, as he got comfortable to the protrusion in his backside. However in the meantime he turned his attention to the notebook on the table in front of him, upon which was written "What I Did on my Vacation?" which was the first of the reports he would have to finish before he could remove himself from the stool.

There was a second report that would be completed a week later, during which time Finn's bottom would remain bright red from the daily spankings he would give himself both first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He would also remain in short trousers for that entire time (he would go on to continue this once the holiday was over, except when actually at school where shorts were, oddly, banned.) This second report wasn't about what he'd already done, but what he was going to do during his next break from school. It's title. "Toddler Time."

Chapter Five
The Puppy Pen

Finn was neither sitting nor standing for the simple reason that he could do neither, at least not comfortably. Instead he could either kneel or crouch, and that was about as much as he could do, or indeed would be able to do for the next three to four hours, depending on just how the timmer locks holding the reins that restrained him had been set.

Actually he could sit down in a fashion, it was just that the large bulk of the padded cloth that was taped around his waist, between his legs, and up across his bottom, meant that he had to sit with his bare legs spread out in a horseshoe shape or other wise he'd fall over onto his side, and given he didn't have much use of his hands, he wasn't sure he'd be able to right himself once more.

As for standing, it was the reins that prevented that from happening, just as they prevented him from being able to more than a couple of feet from the centre of the puppy pen, and certainly no where near the keys he would need in order to release him from his "Toddler Time" punishment.

The puppy pen, was as the name suggests had been intended for the youngest dogs to get used to the kennels, which was somewhat fitting given the childish way Finn was now dressed. Yet this wasn't the only reason he'd chosen the pen for his culmination of his third punishment scenario. That had more to do with the secondary use the pen had been used for. Acclimatising newer dogs to each other.

The idea was simple, dogs who weren't used to other dogs would be put in the centre of the pen with their lead attached to one of the rings set in the floor. The pen was in the middle of a large play area for other dogs to roam freely but the waist high railings around the pen prevented them from getting in. Then, when the staff were sure all the dogs, but especially the new one, was ready to meet the others, a switch would release it's lead, allowing it to move towards the bars, and to the dogs beyond them. Of course the fact that he puppy pen, happened to look like a giant child's play pen made it so much easier for Finn to use it as one.

Once more the fourteen year old, shifted his position slightly, hearing two things simultaneously as he did so. The first being the rattle of the small bells attached to the straps that were buckled around his chest, and which lead down to the leash holder in the flour. The second being the by now familiar sound of the crinkle of plastic pants, that he'd become so familiar with since he'd started exploring the possibilities of carrying out the babification punishment plan.

It hadn't been easy to put it together either, and at first he hadn't been sure that he'd actually be able to do it justice, but as with everything else he'd done, and was going to do, he'd soon found there were no problems he couldn't get around eventually. Well there was one. That of knowing when he was going to be using the nappy, but that just added to the excitement of the situation, especially as there was nothing he could do about it. At least not now he had the mittens on.

They were old kid's boxing gloves that were nothing like the real thing at all, but the only way to wear them was to make your hand into a fist, as there was no space inside for fingers or even a thumb. THey also had Velcro to hold them on around the wrists, which was handy as once on there was no way to have fastened buckles as his hands were rendered useless.

Funnily enough the instructions for the gloves mentioned that if they got stuck then they could be released via the mouth, only that wasn't an option for Finn as his mouth was well and truly stuffed with a feeding dummy that he'd made himself. This was like a regular novelty large babies dummy, into which he'd carefully drilled a hole right through. Then on the outside he'd fitted a value from one of the puppy feeding tubes so that he could feed himself, in a fashion befitting his current status of course.

All he had to do was push his face up to the tube which would then attach itself to the face plate, and release the liquid the bottle contained, directly into his mouth, where he'd have no choice but to swallow it. Not that he was going to do this, as the bottles he'd prepared were already empty, and working their way through his body, ready to end up in the tripple nappy he'd tapped himself into, before getting into the puppy pen.

Finn wasn't entirely sure the nappies would be able to hold all the liquid and other substances he would be giving them before the end of the punishment, but he was sure the plastic pants he had on over the top of the nappies would handle everything else. Well, they had to as he could hardly take them off, now his hands were useless, even if he hadn't added the crotch strap to his harness.

The harness was Made from various parts of several dog collars and harness, Finn had adjusted it until it would no longer fit any size of dog, but would be perfect on a fourteen year old boy. He could even lock it on himself, which of course is what he'd done, and it was the key to those locks which were hanging on the railing in front of him but so tantalising out of reach.

Naturally having a crotch strap attached to the harness meant he wouldn't be able to remove the nappy until he removed the harness, and given that the harness was what the leash was attached to, which in turn anchored him to the floor, Finn wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. BUt then that was the point, wasn't it, and it's not like he had any reason to be anywhere else, as he'd already been well fed and watered, and as for any other bodily functions, well he was wearing a nappy, so that was hardly going to be an issue. And indeed, it hadn't been for some time, seeing as he'd been wearing nappies now for several weeks in one form or another. First casually, and then more and more often, even in situations where he really shouldn't have, and even at times, just like this one, when he couldn't have removed it even if he'd wanted to.

Chapter Six
The Padding

Finn's shorts punishment had gone really well. So well in fact that he had continued it passed his school holidays until he was living it full time. Of course he had to make some compromises so as not to raise anyone suspicion, so couldn't spank himself in the days leading up to gym, and certainly not as harshly as he had done during the break. But what he felt was worse than that was the way he had to wear long trousers to school, as they oddly didn't allow shorts. Not that he would have actually worn his shorts to school, as that would have just made him stand out too much, but it was nice to think that he could have if he'd wanted.

IN the meantime Finn made do with wearing shorts at all other times, both in and around his home, where his parents never even once asked why his legs were always on show, or why his shorts were so much shorter than anything anyone else was wearing, but that was fine with Finn. At weekends, and occasionally after school, he'd go to the kennels to do his homework, wearing his special shorts, over his special stool, repeating all the preparations that he had done when his punishment started.

Yet all the time Finn was doing this he was also planning ahead to the next level of punishment. To turn himself into a baby, or to be more realistic a toddler, with all that entailed. And just how was he going to do that.

It was a question that gave him the most trouble. How was he going to wear nappies and plastic pants like he'd seen on the TV show. Naturally he couldn't ask anyone for help a that would be too embarrassing, although he did consider for a time faking a bed wetting condition so his mum would buy them, but that would have the down side of revealing what he was doing, and she'd have too many reasons to keep an eye on him, so that wasn't going to happen.

IN the end the answer came to Finn in the way the answers nearly always did, while he was thinking about something else. On this occasion he was at his desk in the kennel, crouching over the peg, writing an essay about how he made his shorts, when it ocured to him that the same answer would work for nappies too. He'd make them.

How hard could it be to make nappies? Not disposables of course, but old fashioned cloth ones. There were, after all just that, cloth, held together with safety pins, and Finn had all of those, so why not.

The first experiment, and in fact most of the others that followed, happened not at the kennels but in Finn's bedroom, as the house had all the things he needed within easy reach.

It was indeed a simple idea. Finn just borrowed some old dish towels in a flat rectangular shape,and a couple of the largest safety pins he could find. These he took up to his bedroom, laying the towels on the bed and folding them into the triangle shape that his research showed him that he needed. Then he slipped out of the shorts he was wearing, sat in the middle of the towels and quickly pinned them around himself.

Success, or at least sort of. The makeshift nappy didn't stay on very well, threatening to fall off almost any second, but it looked the part so Finn decided to take it that one step further, and taking out his pyjamas he put them on over the top.

The pyjamas had the legs removed over course to make them into shorts, and had been slightly tight before the towels had been added beneath them. The funny thing was, that although there was clearly some extra padding around Finn's bottom, it wasn't as obvious as it could have been, yet at the same time it didn't feel right either. They were just nappies, and to do the re-enactment probably he was going to need plastic pants as well and those he was going to have to buy.

There was only one place that Finn could think off that would sell plastic pants that had any chance of fitting him, and that was a medical supply store, which was built in an out of town development handily not too far from the old kennels. At least then there would be no one there wondering why he was buying such things, although if they did, he had his bed wetting tale all ready to go.

Despite being a normally confident, if not overly confident boy, Finn was a bag of nerves as he made his way up and down the aisles looking for something that would at least stand a chance of getting into until a sizing chart caught his eye, and told him the exact ones he needed.

Clearly Finn hadn't been the first person to realise that teenagers could wet themselves, albeit by accident rather than on purpose as he intended to do, as the plastic pants were intended for someone his size, if a little younger than he actually was. Still they were perfect. NOw all he had to do was pay for them.

All went smoothly and soon Finn was back home again, with the plastic pants stuffed inside the front of his t-shirt until he got to his room where they would have to wait until that night before he could try them on.

The house was dark and quiet as Finn once more took out his nappies, put them on his naked body, secured with the safety pins and then added the plastic pants up over the top, making sure that all of the towels were tucked inside the tight elastic of the pants, before it was time to try them out.

That's right Finn had decided to wet himself, as after all that's what a boy trapped in nappies would be forced to do, only as he found out, it just wasn't that easy. He just couldn't urinate on command, especially as he'd made the mistake of going to the toilet before he went to bed, just like always, so there was nothing left. Not even one drop, so in the end he just had to give up, put on his pyjamas and go to bed.

For the next few nights, Finn attempted the same thing. Each night he would put the nappy on, pull the plastic pants over the top and attempt to pee, but for some reason he just couldn't do it. At least not like that. If he was going to succeed then he was going to have to be much better prepared, and make sure that not only that he didn't go to the toilet before going to bed but that he drank a lot before hand. Then, he would be bound to wet himself. And he was both right and then wrong.

ON the night in question, did everything as he'd thought of, drinking an entire bottle of cheap soda before getting out his nappy supplies, and carefully pinning himself into the towels before pulling the plastic pants up over them. All the while feeling his bladder getting fuller and fuller until it was clearly now or never, if he was going to wet himself.

Laying on the bed - this seemed the best idea as that's where bed wetting happened - didn't help, even though he really needed to go. He just couldn't realise himself into the nappy, as he just wasn't used to peeing when dressed.

Standing was the next thing he tried as, after all, that's how he normally peed. So standing next to the bed, and concentrating as hard as he could, with his hands down in front of the nappy as if he was holding his penis, Finn finally released a little wee into his nappy.

It was only a small amount that first time, which did next to nothing to relax the pressure on Finn's bladder, but at least he knew what to do now, and soon he was back in position, doing the same thing again. ONly more of it.

A few minutes later the fourteen year old had a very empty bladder and a very full nappy. Once started the liquid flowed freely from him, spreading through the cloth of the nappy, with an euphoric feeling that Finn really hadn't been expecting.

Feeling very weird, very wet, and very bad, yet also excited Finn sat down on the side of the instantly feeling the liquid he was now carrying externally move, which just added to the odd mix of sensations he was experience. Finn probably would have continued moving about had it not been for the wetness on his legs. His bare legs. Where the nappy didn't cover him.

Jumping up, and turning around the proof of what he'd suspected was right in front of him. He'd leaked out onto the bed sheets. The nappies had leaked. NOw what was he going to do?

The answer was simple but first he had to stop panicking and get changed back into his regular clothes, which he did. THen when there makeshift nappies were in a plastic bag and there was no more danger of leakage, Finn stripped the bed from anything that was wet, and settled down to sleep knowing that in the morning he'd have quite a bit of washing to take care off. Thankfully that his previous punishment as the good little school boy had seen him taking on more chores, one of which just happened to be to do his own washing.

Over the coming couple of days, Finn got better and better at working out his punishment, although the nappies still didn't work perfectly he had managed to pick up a few more things that would make it seem better, such as some proper baby safety pins with animal characters on the locking top, some baby bottles and even a couple of larger than average dummy's, but there was still more that he wanted before he could achieve the ultimate punishment of being forced to dress and behave like a total baby, but it wasn't long until he had everything, even if he had to make some of it himself.

It was early in the morning when Finn arrived at the kennel for what was going to be a long day of being a forced toddler boy, which would end with time in the play pen with quite a lot going on before then.

He had a bag with him freshly purchased from the medical supply store, and which was the first thing he opened up when he reached the vet's room, having left his shorts and t-shirt in another of the dog cages next where all his long trousers still remained.

The bag contained a five pack of extra absorbent night time nappies, which were the top of the range he'd found in the teenage bed wetter range. They'd been expensive but Finn figured he'd be wearing them for quite some time, so they'd best be the best, especially given the amount he'd already had to drink and would be drinking during the day. These looked like other nappies that he'd seen but with the extra protection of further heavy duty tabs to keep them secured, and a much thicker padding between the legs.

There was also a pair of plastic pants, made from much thicker plastic than the ones he'd previously used, which also made them a lot noisier too, but that was part of the plan.

Other baby items were in the same bag including both powder and oil, a large bib, his specially adapted dummy that would allow him to drink but not speak, and the old boxing gloves he'd changed into mittens and finally there was the harness that Finn had made himself from the old dog collars, leashes and assorted other items.

Opening the nappies first, Finn took out the first one and laid it out on the vet's examination table, smiling to himself at just how embarrassed he'd been when he'd bought them, as it must have been obvious to the sale assistant that they were for him. Still she'd been professional and not said anything, just smiled which was somehow worse, in a weird sort of way.

Using a tip he'd discovered with his experiences with the (tea) towel nappies, Finn added an extra pad to the centre of the nappy which was, in some ways designed for the job as it was a puppy pad. The slim-line sheets left on the back door mat of homes with a not yet house trained dog. Made from the same thing as disposable nappies, once folded, or even rolled up, they made the perfect addition to any nappy and were capable of handling a surprising amount of teenage urine as Finn was already well aware.

Having discovered the table could be lowered since his time with the enema, Finn just had to hop up until he was sitting directly in the centre of the nappy, ready to apply the oil and powder.

The baby oil went first, squirted and then spread around all the areas the nappy would be covering, which was tricky to do, without making himself express his excitement earlier than he intended to, but somehow he managed it, and switched to the powder.

A cloud raised up in the air as if a nuclear device had gone off, as the top came off the small tub depositing nearly the entire contents right in Finn's groin. A coughing fit seen ensued that if nothing else managed to get his erection to die down slightly reducing the risk of spoiling the powdered whiteness that Finn slowly covered himself in.

Done with the preparation, Finn made sure he was centred on the by now quite large mound of nappies and started to tape them up around him, finding as he did so that he had to push his legs quite wide due to the bulk that he was adding between his thighs.

At this stage he only attached the nappies by their first level of tapes so they would stay on, as he stood up once more, and then slowly went around all the eight tabs - four on each side running from his hips almost up to his waist - pulling each of them as tight as they would go, until the nappy couldn't be any snugger against him. ONly then, when that was done, did he peel off the final part of each tape - the part that couldn't be reused - and stuck that down firmly.

The plastic pants came next, the noise they made seemingly deafening in the otherwise quite kennel. The thickness of the nappy meaning Finn couldn't bend over, and instead had to do a sort of strange hop, whilst leaning on the side of the examination table, in order to get both his feet into the plastic pants and pull them up over his now thickly padded rear.

The harness was next, and that was easy to put on, although only because Finn had done it so many times as he'd struggled to get it the perfect size to fit him. This had meant putting it on and taking it off, over and over again as he made adjustments to either the design or the multitude of small buckles that connected the various leather straps from which it was made.

It went on pretty much like a jacket did, with Finn putting his arms through two of the largest gaps between the straps then bringing the rest around his waist. ONce there he could fasten the four buckles that held it on him at various points up his torso, pulling each one of them tight so he would be able to feel the leather against his skin, but without it preventing him from breathing.

Two further straps came down from the harness at the back. The first of these was the leash that would come in handy later, once he got to the puppy pen, but the other could be attached now. That came down between Finn's legs, and buckled into the front of the harness, making it impossible to take the harness off over his head, and also to push the nappy harder and deeper into his crotch.

A groan escaped Finn's lips as he tighten the crotch strap one further notch, reminding him about the dummy.

Picking it up, from the side table Finn was amused to notice that he could no long see his feet, the bugle around his middle from the nappies was just too large.

Puckering up his lips, he quickly slotted the dummy between his lips, in a practised way, that had come after using it on several occasions before, and even sleeping whilst sucking gently on it a few times. That had been without the straps hanging from the sides and which he was soon fastening around the back of his head, so that it wouldn't come out, especially once the padlock was in place.

The boxing glove mittens were the last things he needed to put on before he was ready for his day as a teenage toddler. His left hand slipping into the pre-buckled opening easily, with too much assistance from his right hand to which he'd applied a good coating of baby oil so that it would be slippery enough to go into the other glove, with the same amount of ease, but would come out with quite a bit more trouble, once the oil had evaporated.

When all was done, Finn truly looked and even felt like a toddler, unable to talk more than a mummer around the dummy, whilst barely being able to walk due to the thickness of the nappy forcing his legs wide apart, yet walk he did as he had to get to the puppy pen where his day was to be spent. Not that he took the quick route, but the long one, right around the kennel until he came to the room with that small bared area.

THe gate to the puppy pen stood open waiting for him as there was no way he'd have been able to open it with the mittens on. The keys that could release him where hanging on the fence where he'd left them, but he didn't go near them. Instead Finn waddled into the centre of the pen, where he dropped to his knees, not daring to actually sit down.

For the next ten minutes Finn played what appeared to be an appropriately childish game, as he attempted to get the leash trailing from his back, hooked into the restraint built into the middle of the puppy pen. Only when that was done could his punishment start.

The End