U. N. Known Writer

The Power of Notes

Chapters 10-17

I stood before him looking – I hoped – a lot more like a quilty little kid having been caught eating biscuits before his tea, rather than the thirteen year old that I was. But then I had just confessed to stealing from him.

Following Dylan's instructions I'd travelled across town to where his cousin lived, not just taking the stolen shorts with me in a plastic bag, all neatly folded and even ironed.

Arriving at the house, I'd knocked not on the front door, but had gone around the side to a garage where, just as I'd been told I found the eleven year old working in the small vegetable patch that was his hobby.

"Hello, Can I help you?" He asked when he saw me standing there, trying to look nervous, with a cheery grin on his face. However that changed when I told him I was there to apologise for stealing from him, although the smile did return when I stated that I'd take any punishment that he saw fit to dish out.

"What punishment do you think I should do?" he asked, and of course I knew exactly what I wanted him to do, but thought it best not to say so straight out. So fudged around the matter and just shrugged that I didn't know and asked him, what would have happened to him if he'd done what I'd done.

"I'd have got spanked." he stated simply.

"Well," I mentioned, "If that's what would have happened to you, then that's probably what should happen to me too."

"I can't spank you."

"Why not?"

"Because you're older than I am."

"So?" I challenged him, "I wronged against you so it's your right to punish me for it."

He gave me an odd look, which I probably deserved, saying something as pompous as that. Still it gave him something to think about.

"So let me get this straight." Marty Edwards said, "You're saying that I should give you a spanking?"

"Yes." I confirmed, adding a "I guess," just to make sure I didn't sound too eager.

He thought for a moment, putting two and two together, "Okay, I guess I could do that, but if I do it will have to be done right."

"I understand." I nodded.

"You'll have to do everything I say, even though I'm younger than you?"

"I understand," I repeated.

"Okay, in that case come with me."

We moved from the open garden, down the central path, past Marty's small patch of well maintained ground, to a shed at the bottom, where he kept all his gardening things.

"Right, take off your clothes."

My eyes got really big, as although I always preferred to be spanked bare bum, after his previous hesitation I hadn't expected him to be quite so direct about it.

"Come on, hurry up." I know you've been spanked on the bare bum before. So get on with it.

Ah right. Of course. Dylan had spoken too him. That made sense. Or at least it did about why he was so direct about things in the shed. Didn't make any sense about all the questions he'd done before. Still. I was getting what I wanted, so I got on with it.

It was summer so I was only wearing a t-shirt, loose shorts, and underwear, none of which took particularly long to remove, not that I hurried it as I couldn't be too keen even if I had asked for what was happening, plus it would give Marty a chance to check me out, which I knew he would do, just like any boy would when another is changing in front of him.

Sure enough Marty kept watching as I removed my shirt, revealing my nicely toned torso, and kept on watching as my shorts went down, making no comment about the way my underwear was slightly tenting out in front. Something that I made no effort at all to conceal as after all he'd be seeing it for real in a few minutes.

My erection did that little bouncing thing when my underpants came down, bobbing around from side to side, while Marty stared at it.

"Does that always happen when you get spanked?"

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"Right," he said still staring at it, until he shook his head as if clearing some thoughts from his mind, "Go over there and get me one of those shoes. Make sure it's got a flat bottom."

"Flat bottom!" I repeated making up my own joke, which was just what Marty was doing.

"Yes, a flat bottom, just like you're going to have."

He giggled like a little kid as I went over and after moving aside an entire family of Wellington boots, found exactly what I wanted. An old gym shoe, with the sole ground down completely flat that would be perfect for a spanking. Oddly there was only the one there. "This what you want?" I gave it to Marty.

"Perfect," he took it without looking at it, sitting himself on a handy upturned crate and patted his lap.

There was barely a chance for me to get into a comfortable position, which was basically being on my hands and knees, before Marty had that shoe raised high above his head, and was bringing it down on my bum.

WHACK!

I yelped, partly in surprise, and partly because he hurt rather more than I expected it too. Just as the rest did.

WHACK! WHACK!

One on each side this time. The second making me yelp again, and I'd continue to yelp for rest of the spanking. Marty may have been two years younger than me, but he spanked like he was a lot older. I don't know why, perhaps it was all the digging in the garden that gave him extra upper body strength, but what I do know is that it really, really, REALLY stung.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

A central blow followed by one on each of my buttocks, was the routine that Marty soon fell into, never once pausing as he gave me a lesson that I wouldn't quickly forget.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

Occasionally, Marty made a comment about my stealing. Once he said something about my being punished and I think there was a bit about, it being my fault, but I can't really be sure as a lot of his words were drowned out by the sound of the rubber sole hitting flesh. My flesh. Not to mention the noise I was making especially once the tears started.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

The acoustic of the small shed, made the sounds echo in a really strange way so that, if it hadn't been for the burning in my bum, and the fact I was totally naked, then I could just as well have been listening to another boy being spanked, rather than being the one being on the receiving end. There was just that sort of echo that delayed everything for a split second, allowing me to hear the blows on my bare bottom moments after then happened, and then to have my own cries replayed to me, once I'd finished making them.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

By the time that shoe had come down on my bottom for the eighteenth time I was starting to sob like a baby. After that number was repeated for a second time my bum felt like it was burning and I would have promised the boy spanking me anything to get him to stop. Yet there was still another nine or so to go before he actually did, but which time my entire body seemed to be shaking.

I didn't even notice the spanking was over for a few minutes, during which Marty just left me laying there over my lap, until I was ready to get up and stand in front of him once more where he seemed to think it was his duty to give me a lecture about the reason I had been spanked. Only he didn't get more than a few words into it before something stopped him.

"Hey what's this?" he pointed down to a wet spot on the wooden floor between his feet. Looking up he checked the roof for a leak that wasn't there, especially as it hadn't rained for a day or so, leaving him with more to think about. Eventually he reached down and felt the liquid with his fingers. Picking a bit of it up, and rubbing it between his fingers still not realising what it was until I gave him a clue.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled between my tears, "I didn't mean to do that."

He looked up from his fingers, confused for a few seconds before realisation hit him and he flopped back on the create, nearly falling off it as there was nothing behind him.

"You spunked?" he asked, settling himself once more, "When I spanked?"

If my bum hadn't been quite so sore I might well have laughed at that, but right then I really didn't feel like laughing, as my bum was radiating enough heat to power the entire street.

"Did you?" he pushed, holding up his fingers so I could see my own cum now drying on his fingers.

"Yes."

"Wow, do you always spunk when you get spanked?"

I really wish he hadn't put it that way, as this time I did smile, which he spotted. "You do, don't you?"

"Sometimes," I conceded.

"Wow, wait until I tell Dylan," No sooner had he said it than the penny dropped, "Wait did you spunk when Dylan spanked you?"

I didn't answer, just looked sheepish so that Marty could jump to his own conclusions which he did in short order.

"Wow!" he started rummaging about on his lap, then looked embarrassed when he saw me watching him. "YOu can go now."

Have to admit I was a bit disappointed that Marty didn't just drop his jeans and pants, and flick one off his wrist right there, but then, I guess he was only eleven so could have been shy about doing something like that in front of another kid he didn't really know, even if he had just blistered that kid's bum. Plus, of course, it was doubtful that he could make the same mess I had, and maybe he was embarrassed about that. Still, whatever the reason was, I never got to find out, but there was one surprise in store for me yet.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I reached for my clothes.

"getting dressed."

"No, you leave those there."

"What? My clothes?"

"Yes. Well your trousers anyway."

"Why?"

"You stole my shorts, so I get to keep yours. Now get out of here before my parents look out the window and wonder where there's a boy with a bright red bare bum in their garden."

Of course, I could have just grabbed my shorts, pulled them on and left, as there was very little that Marty could have done to stop me, even if he wasn't too busy sitting there rubbing his stiff willy through his jeans, but the idea of going back to The Cottage, without trousers, appealed to me, just as much as it clearly did to Marty, so that's what I did.

Thankfully Blackwood was such a small, well spaced out place, that there were plenty of places for a semi-naked thirteen year old boy to hide, and I knew the place well enough that I could keep clear of anywhere that people were likely to be. All the same I did have to cross a few roads, which I did at full pelt, that did nothing for the soreness in my bum, but must have looked really funny, at least judging from the few laughs I heard before I ducked back out of sight once more.

As I moved, or more likely during the parts where I was hiding, I tried to think of things to tell Aunt Aggie about where my shorts went. The one I liked best was that I'd been swimming and that someone had taken my trousers, which was something I had hopped would happen. It didn't explain the colour of my bum of course, or the few shoe prints that was clearly visible on it, but it wasn't as if I'd be showing my bum to my Aunt, was it.

I did half hope that some boys, or even girls would see me, and demand that they would be allowed to spank me as well, but alas that never happened either and I actually made it back to The Cottage without anything further happening to me, which I have to admit was something of a disappointment. Still there would be other times I would get spanked, of that I was sure.

"Okay, everybody, we are here," Mrs. Whiteapple announced from the front of the bus soon after it had pulled to a stop, causing a flurry of activity as everybody started to get up and head down the central isle to the door beside the driver. This included me, urged forward by Lucy who had pretty much talked my ear off throughout the entire journey, yet had managed to avoid saying anything the remotest bit interesting, or indeed important.

"Remember where we are so try to keep the noise down, while we go through to the hall. Lucy can you show everyone the way please."

So it was, that rather from hiding out at the back of the crowd hoping no one would see me, instead I was pulled forward to the front by Lucy, who then took on the mantel of tour guide as we headed into the labyrinth of corridors, passages, blind corners, and none-sensical sign age that makes up a hospital way older than it should be.

It wasn't long before I had little idea where I was going, or where I'd been, and I think that was true for everyone in our group, including Lucy herself, not that she would have admitted it under the worse torture imaginable, which apparently was going to a party with shoes that didn't match her, handbag. (Okay so I did listen to some of the stuff she went on about during the bus ride!)

"Right here we are then," Lucy announced, with some clear relief in her voice as we headed into the hospital's main hall, where chairs had been arranged in lines, facing towards a low level stage upon which we would be performing the play. Already some of the seats had started to fill up, by a mixture of staff and patients, while other staff members hung around the back of the hall clearly waiting for us to arrive.

"Ah good, you all made it." Mrs. Whiteapple appeared in front of us, clearly having discovered the secret of teleportation to have got there before we did. She did a quick head count, and then started giving orders out about who should go where, and do what, when they got there, even though everyone knew what to do. Well everyone but me that is.

"I've had a request from the children's ward," she said once she'd cornered me, "Apparently the sick kiddies have been all excited about the play, so to make the moment last as long as possible, it has been suggested that all after you come off stage you go and sit with them for a bit, staying in character of course."

"Mum!" protested Lucy for both of us, but she needn't have bothered, as it wasn't going to make any difference to what was going to happen. I'd only known Mrs. Applewhite for an hour or so, and I knew that. You'd have thought her daughter would have realised by now that once her mum had decided something, it happened.

"Right show time. Off you girls go and get ready."

Mrs. Applewhite vanished, almost in a puff of smoke, or at least a flurry of some perfume that wasn't anywhere near as subtle as she probably thought it was.

"Come on." Lucy took my hand again, leading me like she would have a little sister who was in the middle of some big bewildering experience, which pretty much sums up what I was feeling at that time.

Moving down the side of the hall I have to admit that I was looking for a way out, but there just wasn't one, at least not one that I could explain, so there would be nothing for it but for me to go through with the event as I'd planned it.

"Ah good here you are," Mrs. Applewhite again appeared as if from nowhere to give us a little pep talk that ran along the lines of just about every theatrical cliche you can think of and even end with a hearty 'Break a leg' which didn't go down too well with some of the younger girls playing the animals.

Anyway, at the end of the of the general speech she went through each group in turn, giving them something to work on, which for me and Lucy was: "Remember you're supposed to be nine years old, so act your age." Which she seemed to think was funny, but just got Lucy groaning again.

What followed was an awful lot of waiting around, watching the play from the wings, and trying not to get in the way in the cramped, overcrowded space. If I'd wanted to I probably could have slipped away at this stage but once the play was underway, oddly that thought never occurred to me as I was just enjoying it too much. But then I always did enjoy a bit of play acting, as you well know.

Eventually it came time for my part, not that I really noticed that, as I wasn't counting down the minutes or anything like that, so the first I knew about it was when Lucy grabbed my hand and dragged me out onto the stage, where we got a few rounds of 'Ahh!" from the audience for our costumes, before he headed over to the small table that had been set up, with a dolls house on it.

Sitting at the table, wasn't that easy as the chairs were low, and with a large fluffy dress with multiple pinafore underneath there was a danger of my dress flying up and showing off not just my tights, all the way to the top, but that there was more inside them then there should be. Thankfully, I got to follow Lucy's example of sitting sideways and keeping my knees together, before placing my hands in my lap to hold the dress down, which pretty much did the trick.

The play continued around me, as I sat there, doing next to nothing, but well aware of the audience sitting there staring as the other characters moved around talking about me. There was nothing for me to say, as Lucy had all the dialogue, and even then that wasn't much, just an odd, 'yes' or 'no' whenever asked a question. She was the happy little girl while I was the quiet one, at least that's how it was written in both the script and the programme, where I was credited as Kylie, with no last name given.

The scene lasted for no more than ten minutes, at which point it dissolved into a fantasy scene of dancing animals, at which point the stage got really crowded with what turned out to be the lesser capable girls, jumping and running about, making it tricky for me and Lucy to get to the wings. Naturally, Mrs. Applewhite was waiting there for us.

"Right then, good show you two, now if you go off to sit with some of the sick kiddies in the lunch room, until it's time for us to leave."

Naturally Lucy did her usual protest, but by the time she'd opened her mouth her mum had vanished only to appear on the other side of the stage in order to herd even more animals into the fray, leaving Lucy to take my hand and lead me into yet another part of the hospital.

"Are you must be the girls from the play," a nurse greeted us, "Come on I want you to meet some special little kids."

Sitting around a low table were several of the smallest children you'd ever seen in your life. None of them could have been older than seven or eight, and there wasn't a hair on any of their heads which made them all look oddly like dolls.

"I'm Lisa, like from the Simpsons, Only my last name isn't Simpson and I don't have pointy hair." a girl smiled at me, with a grin that appeared to go right round her little head, "But it's okay cos I don't have a bratty older brother called Bart either. Boys are yucky. I like your dress."

"Yes they are and thank you." I smiled back, patting my petticoats down so I could sit beside her.

"It's very soft, and pretty," Lisa's hand appeared next to mine. "I hope I get to wear one when I'm better."

"I hope you do to." I replied with about as much honesty as a teenage boy dressed like a little girl can managed, but I meant I. I really did.

"Why don't we have a little tea party," the nurse, who'd been hovering nearby suggested, breaking into the mood much to my relief, especially as Lisa instantly perked up at the suggestion.

Plastic cups, paper plates, and even a small tea pot, where already on the table, so under Lisa's direction I collected them all together into a traditional settings, laying out various knives and forks, plus some spoons, around multiple plates, all piled high with imaginary food that we could pretend to eat.

While all this went on Lisa told me all about her time in various hospitals, talking about the other children she'd met, the staff, her home and even how she missed school but not the boys there. Spread amongst this were details about medical things, procedures, operations, and other things that I wouldn't like happening to me, let alone to a small frail little girl who I now felt was the bravest girl in the world.

Part way through the teat party – around the tenth course which was scones with jam, butter and cream – Lucy came over to join us with another small girl who of course know Lisa, the pair of them clearly having some sort of long running competition between them that went something like top trumps. Each trying to out do the other, on just about everything, from how much imaginary food they could eat, down to who had the best companion.

So it was that I ended up in a tit for tat information exchange with Lucy that quickly got way beyond the back story I'd prepared for Kylie, as I listed dresses, dances, pop groups and other things that I really didn't know anything about, but managed to bluff my way through, at least enough to convince two small girls who had known little more than hospitals all their lives. Lucy on the other hand was another matter. At least judging from the look she was giving me.

Eventually, Mrs. Applewhite turned up – this time walking through the door like a mortal – and told us it was time to get back to the bus for the return trip which left me a bit sad at leaving Lisa, so much so that I think I let my guard down a bit, only recovering it when the nurse mentioned that she hadn't seen Lisa so happy for a long time.

Back in the hall, there were rounds of congratulations to go through, plus a couple of extremely dull speeches, from people who should really be banned from speaking in public, or perhaps even talking at all. Aunt Aggie got a couple of mentions, mostly thanking her for helping out with the event, and/or people saying they were sorry she couldn't be there in person. For a moment I feared there was going to be a mentioned of her 'neice' but thankfully there wasn't and the speeches, despite their length, passed without incident, although Lucy did stare at me in an odd way some of the time.

Once everything was done, we headed back through the crisscross hallways, to the bus, which we once more boarded. Lucy again taking my hand so that I'd sit beside her, which was fine by me as the last thing I wanted was to go through my entire – made up – life story with another person. What was even better was that Lucy didn't seem to be in a chatty mood.

By the time the bus pulled up back at our starting point most of the younger performers were starting to drift off to sleep, the excitement of the day having finally got to them, leaving Lucy and her mum to guide them from the bus and into the arms of their waiting parents, until I was pretty much the only one left on the bus.

"Do you need a ride home Kylie?" Mrs. Whiteapple asked, when she did a check to make sure no one was left behind.

"No thank you." I replied in my best politest voice.

"But you can't go home on you're own."

"I'll be fine," I shrugged, making the dress rustle around me.

"Nonsense, it's not safe for young girls to go about on their own these days."

It was complete paranoia especially back then, as there was no crime in Blackwood and there wasn't even a Police Station. Or maybe that was the reason. Anyway, nothing was going to happen to me, even if I went around with a sign saying "Kill Me" on it, but Mrs. Whiteapple was just one of those people that thought everyone she didn't know was there to do something horrible and if there was no one there, then they were probably hiding.

"It's okay mum," Lucy broke in, "I'm sure Kylie will want to get changed back into her own clothes before going home anyway. I know I do!"

Mrs. Whiteapple looked at her daughter as if she suddenly realised she wasn't the seven year old she was dressed like. "Oh yes. Of course. Why don't you two go off and change and I'll pack a few things up and come get you in a moment?"

It was a great idea. All of it. We got rid of the women, and reminded me that I could hardly go back to Auntie Aggie's wearing what I was even though it wouldn't be the first time I'd been dressed like a girl there. Now though I had to find a way to get back into my boy clothes, without Lucy finding out. At least that was the plan.

"You're a boy aren't you?" Lucy waited until we were back in the small changing room before asking me the one thing that would change our relationship forever.

"It's okay if you are, cos you look really good dressed up like that, but my mum would freak if she knew there'd been a boy amongst all the girls. She'd probably think we were all pregnant."

That got me to reply, "But I didn't…"

"Yeah, I know." Lucy laughed, "I think I'd have noticed if you had, don't you?"

I didn't know what to say to that, so kept quiet as I waited to find out just where she was going to go with this.

"So, anyway, I'm guessing you didn't do this," she flicked up the front of my dress, making me start a little, "So I bet your Aunt made you do it, didn't she?"

There it was. Not only a perfect get out clause, but almost the exact same one I would have come up with. Naturally I grabbed it with both hands.

Lucy clapped her hands, "I knew it. I mean why else would a boy dress up like a little girl?"

Yes, why else?

Okay I didn't say that. I fact I didn't say anything. I really didn't need to. Lucy was doing great enough on her own especially as what she said next, gave me a whole load of new ideas.

"If you ever get punished again, just let me know as I'd love to help you get dressed up."

"You realise that you'll have to stay there the entire time don't you. Mr and Mrs Walker will be taking some much needed time out from their duties, and I don't want you disturbing them." Aunt Aggie asked me for about the millionth time as walked the thirteen year old me down the street to one of the other cottages she owned, and which was usually rented out to holiday makers. At that time though, it was occupied by people I was very much interested in staying with.

"Yes!" I replied hoping to prevent anymore detail about what the adults would be getting up to, and the reason The Cottage would be uncharacteristic locked up for the two days my Aunt was away.

Larry and Jerry were both eleven and brothers, which, not surprisingly also meant they were twins. They were a year or so younger than I was, but this didn't seem to matter as they easily mixed with the older kids, while still being kind to the younger ones all due to their elder brother Jimmy who, in the terms of the time, wasn't right in the head.

Back then, mental illnesses such as Jimmy's weren't really talked about, especially by family, for fear of misunderstanding. Larry and Jerry though weren't the least bit ashamed of the their teenage big brother being more or less a toddler. In fact they even did little talks on it, giving out details about the clothes he wore, the toys he played with, and even the nappies he wore. All of which bought them to the attention of my Aunt for which the entire family got to spend time first in one of the cottages in Blackwood and then, in two of them, while Jimmy himself had some new tests at the local hospital. All of which was paid for by my Aunt.

However, more important than that, at least to me, was that I got to spend a most enlightening weekend with them, thanks to a note from my Aunt. And a real note at that.

So it was that with my bag of clothes – that I wouldn't actually need – I turned up at the twin's door – my Aunt hanging back at a discreet distance – to be met by their mum and dad, who made me most welcome even if they weren't going to be actually staying. "The twins are back in Jimmy's room. Why don't you go back there, we're just about heading out."

I mumbled some sort of thanks, before heading back in the direction I'd been directed, entering the large room where the disabled boy spent most of his time.

Before I got to the room though I noticed a series of family photos on the wall, showing the twins, Jimmy and their parents in standard posses, but for one major difference. In all the pictures Jimmy wasn't wearing any trousers. Just a plain t-shirt, socks shoes, and a nappy covered with plastic pants. This shouldn't have surprised me as the twins had already said that was how Jimmy dressed most of the time, but all the same, it was the first time I'd seen it, and I couldn't help but stop and star at all that thick, wide fold of white cloth at his crotch enshrouded in plastic pants. The sight of which started to make me go hard in my own underwear.

"Jimmy likes to wear several nappies at a time." Jerry's voice suddenly broke into my thoughts.

"Yeah and it's not like he's embarrassed about anyone seeing him in nappies either." added Larry, as the two boys appeared in the doorway at the end of the hall. "Come and see Jimmy's room."

Despite all the twins had said about their brother's life style I'd never been inside the cottage that had been fitted out for them, yet despite all they'd said, I was still assuming that it would look like every other teenage boy's bedroom albeit with a few minor changes to cope with Jimmy's condition. Only that really wasn't the case. Not even slightly.

The walls of the large bedroom at the back of the cottage were decorated in bright wall paper covered in Teddy bears. There were more Teddy bears and other pre-school toys scattered around including a large wooden train set, big bulky cars and stuff like that. However the biggest surprise was that instead of a bed there was a large crib next to which was a equally large changing table underneath of which was several large stacks of nappies.

"You change Jimmy don't you?" I asked the twins completely out of the blue, as I got hit with a smell of baby powder that took me right back to my own babyhood.

"Sure, you know that." Jerry smiled, "Like we said, Jimmy's never been toilet trained, so he has to wear nappies all the time, and it's only fair that we get to change him sometimes as he's our brother after all. Mum even says we're better at it than she is."

I had nothing to say to that, as I was still staring at all the nappies although I did catch something of the look that passed between the twins that was the signal for what was to be said next.

"So, your Aunt told our parents that you want to find out what it's like?"

That got my attention. "What? What is like?"

"To wear nappies like Jimmy does?"

Again I didn't know what to say, not totally sure I'd understood what I was being offered, until Larry made it so plain that I couldn't possible miss what was being meant. "So do you want to wear nappies?"

My mouth dropped open, yet I was still too stunned to say 'no' straight way even though deep down I knew that that's what I should have said. Yet, just the thought about having nappies put on my was very arousing. But there was something else I wanted to know first.

"What did my Aunt say?"

"Well, she didn't actually say anything," Started Jerry, leaving it to his brother to finish off.

"She sent a note to mum and dad offering for you to stay here while they went to yours to do – you know – parent stuff." embarrassed as any eleven year old would be talking about his parent's sex life, Larry, handed back to Jerry.

"Mum was worried that you would feel odd sleeping in Jimmy's room, as it's the only spare one we've got, but your Aunt said, in her note, that you were also asking her about how Jimmy lives, so it would be a good chance for you to find out for yourself."

"Oh." was all I could say to that, as I had just too many thoughts going through my head at once. Part of me wondering if Aunt Aggie knew why I was interesting in Jimmy. Another part of me wondering if the twins did. While a third part had latched on to how a simple note had got me all this handed on a plate.

"Of course," continued Jerry, "If you want to know what it's like for Jimmy then the best way is for you to spend the weekend just like he would, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Hey look," Larry suddenly said pointing between my legs, "He does want to. I knew he did."

"But…" I repeated, my hands going down to cover up the already spotted and very obvious tent in the front of my jeans.

"No buts." Jerry crossed his arms over his chest, in a defiant stance, that was quickly copied by his twin, "We're in charge of the house while our parents are out, so either you wear nappies or you go home. Simple as that."

I was being offered a way out, I realised that but at the same time I realised I didn't want to take although I did offer a somewhat token resistance, even if it sounded more like I was giving myself reasons to go through with it. "I can't go back to my Aunt's. Your parents are there, doing, you know."

The twins looked at each other, pulling identical faces of disgust, before returning their attention to me.

"Very well then," Larry said with a satisfied look on his face that was mirrored on his brother's, "Looks like you're stuck here then."

There was no turning back now. I couldn't go back home, I had to stay there, and if the twins wanted me to wear nappies then that was what I was going to have to do. Or at least that's how I reasoned it to myself as I stood there watching as Jerry got a stack of eight nappies out from under the changing table.

"Are all those for me?" I asked, unbelieving that one person could wear so many.

"Sure, just as soon as you get your trousers off."

This wasn't really a problem for me as I wasn't that much of a shy boy, especially around other boys, and seeing as there was no going back, it only took a few seconds for me to unbutton the waistband, run down the zip and to drop the baggy denim down to my ankles.

This naturally left me in just my underwear, which normally would have been enough to keep me decent, except that my erection had already found the fly opening and was poking slightly through the gap, as if to see what was going on.

Given that what most boys would normally try to keep hidden was already making an appearance there was no point my being coy about keeping my boxers on, so I dropped them as well and stepped out of both standing there with my hands once more covering my excitement as Jerry picked up my jeans and underwear, and left the room with them.

Meanwhile Larry had opened up the multiple nappies on the changing table and invited me to sit down on top of them adding that there was no need for me to be embarrassed about my erection as that happened to Jimmy as well, so they were used to it.

Climbing up onto the changing table was a bit tricky, as it was higher than a standard table, plus I was naked, with an erection that kept bumping against things, not always in a comforting way. Still, once I was laying back on the nappies, I found myself shaking slightly, trying to deal with what was about to happen.

Jerry soon returned, without my clothes, as a generous sprinkling of baby powder was added into my groin, the sensation of which did little to decrease my erection.

Together the twins started to pull the front of the nappies up between my legs onto my stomach, and the sides around my hips. holding them in place as they started to add safety pins to hold them in place. Six large safety pins with twist top, locking tops, went up and down on either side, until the nappies were packed so tightly around my that I couldn't feel anything other than their softness against my skin.

A pair of plastic pants soon appeared on my ankles being worked up my legs, and then over the bulk of the nappies, which the twins took care to ensure were totally tucked in all around but for the time being they kept the thick, wide waistband, pulled down. This was so they could attach the bottom hem of my t-shirt to the top of the nappies, with more safety pins all the way around. Then the plastic pants were pulled up over the top of that. The reason for this was soon explained.

"It's to stop you from taking your nappies off," Jerry said, "Just like this is."

Once that was said I heard a loud click, as the waist of the plastic pants was locked on, meaning that, just like Jimmy I wouldn't be able to remove the plastic pants, and therefore the nappies until they were unlocked.

"There how's that feel." the twins asked when they were done.

"Embarrassing." was my first thought as I looked down my body totally unable to see my own feet from the way the nappies bulged out around my middle.

"You like it though don't you?"

"I guess." I admitted half heatedly, aware that my erection hadn't gone away, I just couldn't really feel it inside the bulk of cloth that swaddled it.

"Good cos we decided when they get taken off and they're on for the weekend. Come on let's go eat."

The twins turned leading me back to the kitchen from where the smell of food was coming, making me feel hungry. Before that though I had to get used to the way I was now forced to walk with such think nappies on. The various layers of cloth were wedged into my groin, making it impossible for me to bring my legs together, or even close to each other. That said, the nappies felt good to wear as the tightness despite pressing my genitals up towards my stomach also kept me completely stiff. While, looking over my shoulder just confirmed what I already suspected, that the thickness of the nappies gave me the biggest, bum I'd ever had, which no doubt added to the image I was an over grown toddler.

The kitchen held a surprise of it's own and I'm not talking about the wonderful smelling pizza but the high chair that was standing at the end of the table.

"Jimmy sits in a high chair, and gets fed, so you do too." was the only explanation I got but it worked for me.

I need a bit of help getting up into the chair, as like the name suggests, it was higher than usual chairs. Once I was wedged into the high sided seat, the tray was snapped in place in front of me, preventing me from getting out as there was no release within my reach. Then a big plastic bib was tied around my neck from behind. The twins then sat on either side of me, perched on high stools, with their pizza dished out of the oven onto paper plates in regular large triangles while mine was cut into narrow slivers that they could take turns feeding to me, just like I was a little kid whilst eating their own with the other hand.

Once the meal was over, I was let out of the high chair and told to go into the living room where we'd watch a movie and that I could take my drink with me.

I had to wait until I'd had my face washed by Jerry and then for Larry to remove the bib before I was given the drink I'd promised. Only it wasn't a can of soda like they each had, but an oversized baby bottle of milk. Still I took it and waddled away, leaving them to do the cleaning up. This clearly being on of the advantages of being treated as a little kid. I didn't have to do any chores.

Once in the living room I sat myself in the middle of the sofa looking examining the bottle trying to work out if I should take the top off or not. I decided not, mainly as I couldn't find a way to actually remove it, as twisting didn't seem to do anything but turn the top around. So, with no other option, I just stuck the big rubber nipple into my mouth where after a bit of trial and error I was eventually able to start sucking on it in the right way to get the milk out.

The twins joined me a short while later, no doubt exchanging looks about how I was nursing on the bottle like a real baby. Sitting either side of me, one of the twins – I don't know which one – pressed a remote and the television came to life showing a rather childish movie that was apparently one of Jimmy's favourites.

It was more than half way through the movie when I got the first feeling that I needed to go to the toilet but I ignored it just like I would have done normally, waiting until it became a need rather than a niggle before getting up and going to the toilet, even if that had been an option.

The movie continued until I got to a point when I realised that I wouldn't be able to hold back any more, and that, given just how many nappies I was wearing, secured by how many pins, not to mention the locking plastic pants, there was no way anyone would be able to get me undressed enough to avoid wetting myself, even if the twins were likely to do that. Which obviously they weren't.

There was no option for it. I was going to have to wet myself, right there in the living room in front of the twins, so with no other option, that's exactly what I did.

The warm liquid came out and started splashing around in what little space there was between my private parts and the tight nappies even before I realised what was going on. Not that this lasted long as the nappies were soon slurping up all the wee, and clearly could take a lot more, which was probably what was intended when I was fastened into quite so many nappies in the first place.

A couple of times during the movie, one of the twins would get up to use the toilet in the normal way, missing some of the movie in the process which if nothing else was something that I didn't have to do, as I just sat there, occasionally having a tiny wee – which seemed to be how it worked when you were wearing nappies – without having to move or miss any of the film.

When the video ended, and the twins started to talk about what to watch next. However when they decided on a title, they didn't think it was suitable for 'little boys' – meaning me – which apparently meant that I had to go to bed.

Now normally I'd have complained about going to bed before it was even dark, on the weekend, but there was something I needed to take care off, that I wasn't prepared to do in front of the twins so I allowed them to take me back to Jimmy's bedroom, half expecting to be changed from the nappy first. Only that didn't happen as apparently there were rules about when a nappy could be changed, and I hadn't filled them yet.

"You have to have a poo before we can change you otherwise it's a waste of nappies."

"Oh!" I said to Jerry's explanation, before looking around for the bed I was going to sleep in."

"Over here," Larry told me dropping the side of the crib.

"But…"

"It's where little baby boy's sleep," Jerry took my hand and led me over to the crib, which was a good couple of feet up from the ground, making it difficult for me to get in by myself now that my legs were forced apart by the nappies between them. The twins knew this, of course, so they both gave me a boast up, although the nappies were so thick that I couldn't actually feel where their hands press and pushed on my bum, so just got a weird sensation of floating up into the air and into the crib as if by magic.

I lay down on the plastic covered mattress, that creaked against the plastic pants anytime, and every time I moved, as a thin blanket was pulled over me, before the gate was pulled up, locking into place with a couple of loud clicks.

Jerry then sat down on a small stool and started to read a bedtime story, while his brother returned to the kitchen for another baby bottle which he gave to me and which I drank without thinking about it. Sucking it all down without a second thought as I listened to the tale of cuddly farm animals having an somewhat improbable adventure.

When the story was done. The twins removed my bottle, but before the left they went around the sides of the crib and folded over a sort of lid that came down on top of the sides, and which also locked itself into place with a series of click, totally sealing me in. They then left me to it.

Laying there thinking about all that had happened was the weirdest sensation, yet the more I thought about it then the more my erection started to get all tingly until the inevitable happened and I squirted something that wasn't wee into the nappies, before heading off to sleep in my new world.

The morning after my first night in nappies, My first reaction was to get up out of the crib, take the nappies off and return to being a normal boy again, only I couldn't do that. I was locked in the crib by the Walker twins, just as their big bother was, so I was going to have to stay there until they came and got me.

Sitting up – there was just about enough clearance, below the top of the crib – I searched the crib until I found the dummy that had fallen out of my mouth at some point during the night. This was something that gave me a bit of comfort that I wasn't a total baby. Yet, I still put it back into my mouth and started to suck on it.

There was no clock in Jimmy's nursery – and why would there by? Baby's can't tell the time – so I had no idea what time it was, or what time the twins would be getting up, which lead me to wonder how I was going to pass the time, however long that turned out to be. Now being a boy of twelve I knew of things I could play in bed, but my favourite toy was encased in deep thick piles of nappies that were all pinned up and to my shirt, so there was no way I was going to get at that, no matter how hard it was getting.

With nothing else on my mind I once more started to think about what it would be like to actually poo in a nappy. After all I'd wet in it enough so that was the next logical step so I decided to give it a go. Not for one moment expecting it to be anywhere near as hard to do as it turned out to be.

I took a few moments to think about what the best position to mess myself would be. Naturally I was used to doing it sitting on a toilet but I was now wearing my toilet, and I had no where in the crib where I could sit in a similar position, so that was out of the question.

The next thing I tried was kneeling up, as that would take the weight of my bum, which I thought would make it easier for the poo to come out, only that didn't really work either as I didn't have the head room to do.

Finally I did the best thing I could come up with and just sat down, spreading my legs as far apart as I could, and tried to do what had to be done. Only I couldn't do it. Nothing came out.

I was still trying to mess myself when Jerry Walker came into the room, wearing pyjama trousers. "How are you doing Baby Kyle?" He asked, rubbing his own eyes on the back of his hand, "Sleep well?"

Starting to say that I did, only to find it coming out as a mumble, I blushed, and remembered the dummy in my mouth which I was going to remove but then thought better of it and just nodded instead.

"That's good." smiled Jerry, as he reached up to the top of the crib to release the bolts that held the top down, folding it back, and then lowering the front down so that I could climb out. Something that he advised me to do backwards, rather than forwards, as the nappy would make it tricky to do it that way. So I got to lay on my tummy and then wriggle my legs over the side, and then down, while Jerry guided my big padded bum until my feet were on the floor.

"Come on, let's have breakfast."

Taking my hand, the eleven year old lead me out of the nursery, into the hall, and then along to the kitchen where his brother was already preparing food, dressed I noted in identical pyjamas which was amusing as the twins normally made a point of not wearing the same clothes when they were out and about. At their home a lot of the normal rules boys lived by where clearly very different.

"Morning Baby Kyle. Sleep well?" Larry echoed his brother's question, so I gave it the same nodded answer, before I was helped up into the high chair and the raised my arms so the tray could be slotted into place. Then putting my arms down again so a large bib could be tied across my chest.

As with the meal the night before, the twins took turns in feeding me, alternating between doing that and eating their own food. It was an impressive thing to do, although I was too busy eating to really take that much attention. Thankfully I happened to like whatever the mush was they gave me, so that wasn't so bad. Plus I was twelve so in a permanent state of hunger.

ONce the meal was over, the tray was removed, and I started to climb down from the high chair, only for Jerry to stop me part way though, by patting my rear and asking if I'd had a poo yet.

When I said I hadn't, he clearly wasn't sure if he believed me or not, so did something I'd never seen one boy do to another before. He actually bent down and sniffed my bum to see if he could smell my poo.

"No Baby Kyle hasn't gone poo-poo yet," he announced, not to me but to his brother, "Guess we'd best give him the helper."

"What helper?" I asked around the dummy that was back in my mouth.

"Something that will help you poo. Open up!"

What looked like chocolate was held in front of my nose. Larry then eased the dummy out of my mouth put what was clearly a laxative in and then replaced the dummy.

"There, that will help things along, double quick."

He wasn't wrong either. It can't have been more fifteen minutes before I felt the need to go with an urgency that I wasn't used to.

By this time I was back in the nursery, sitting on the floor surrounded by little kids' toys that I was rapidly getting bored with when the urge hit.

At first I tried to do what I would have done under more normal circumstances, but there was no way I could cross my legs or even clench my bum, with quite so many layers of nappies covering me from mid waist all the way down and between my legs.

In less than a minute it was all over. The laxative did a total job and soon it felt like everything inside the nappies was covered in a warm, wet slime, which wouldn't have been so bad, if it hadn't smelt quite as bad as it did.

I was amazed that I could poo that much, but then I'd never really thought about it before, and the toilet normally took anything I could give it to wherever it went. There was something else I hadn't expected either. That the poo wouldn't just stay around my bum. Instead it was going everywhere inside the nappy both right up my back, and especially down between my legs and around my tackle. At least now I would get changed.

Getting up onto the changing table was an experience as the contents of my nappy seemed to move around any and every time that I made the slightest movement but that was nothing to the sensation of sitting and then laying down on a fully nappy.

The twins joined forces unlock and then remove the thick plastic pants, before they could attack the many safety pins that held my shirt to the top of my nappies, followed by those that held them closed. They split up after this, dividing the jobs between them, one finishing removing the nappies I was wearing while the other prepared another stack ready for me. They then joined up again, when it came to the less cheery task of cleaning me up.

I'll spare you the details but it took a lot of wipes before my skin was able to breath once more only for it to then be coated in a mix of baby oil and baby powder prior to the new nappy being pinned onto me, and to my shirt, and the plastic pants once more locked around my waist.

For the rest of the morning I was told to go and play in the garden, which I was reluctant to do at first, given what I was wearing, but the twin assured me that no one would see me, as Jimmy didn't like people watching him either. This turned out to be true and I spent a couple of hours, pushing some of the bigger toy cars on, around, and even under, a big pile of mud that was a lot more fun that it really should have been.

Lunch time came around quickly, and I was back in the highchair, being fed by the twins in the same automated, yet accurate way, and then, alas it was time for me to go home for which I had to get out of the nappies and back into my own clothes, as I really wasn't sure what Aunt Aggie would think if I'd turned up at The Cottage with a big padded bum.

And that was that, my first day, and night, in nappies, but not, of course my last.

I was naked when I left The Cottage, walking out into the open air, feeling the fresh breeze blowing around my body, as I walked down the central path of the back garden. No one could see me, but that didn't stop me from being excited, not so much from the nudity but from what I was going to do as I headed down towards the kennel.

Situated as far from The Cottage as possible so that the barking couldn't be heard up at the house, the kennel was everything that you would think it would be. A small wooden hut, with a big arch topped entrance, with a big metal ring set into it for the leash to be attached. Outside were two big metal bowls one named 'food' and the other 'water'. It was, like something out of a "Tom and Jerry" cartoon. In fact all that was missing was a cat and mouse going about on two legs. But it was perfect for what it was intended for, a large dog. Or in this case, a fourteen year old boy. Me.

A bag is already inside the kennel containing everything I would need for the day I would be spending as The Cottage's guard dog ready to defend the property against any trespassers that could happen to come through the small gate just to the back of the kennel.

A plastic self-sealing container, of what looked very much like dog food but was actually, some of Aunt Aggie's finest stake stew was tipped into the 'food' bowl, while the 'water' one was filled with, what else but water, from a jug. The container and jug then put away out of what will soon be my reach, as I start to get myself ready starting with the one thing that dogs have but which humans don't. A tail.

It was the same butt plug that I'd used the last time I'd tied myself up to be found by the Danto brothers but with one add-on that I hadn't used there. First though I had to get it inside me, which I did with some ease, despite it's size as I was rather practised at doing that by now. Then once it was firmly inside me, with the base nicely settled against my puckered hole, I screwed the tail attachment into the base.

Standing up, I took a few steps so I could get used to the feel of the tail swinging back and forth from between my buttocks. There was a heavy bulb at the base of the tail – which wasn't hairy in case you're wondering – which not only caused it to keep hanging down, but also caused it to sway around. These sways transferring themselves instantly up the tail to the plug in my bum, to give the greatest experience.

The gag I was going to use this time also had to be a special one as while it needed to stop me from talking, it still had to allow me to eat and drink should I be there for a long time. For this reason I couldn't have my mouth closed up, or filled with anything, which meant that most of the things I'd gagged myself with in the past wouldn't work. What would though, was something from a dentists of all places. A rubber ring that has slots in it for your teeth and which is strong enough to stop you from closing your mouth and snapping of the dentist's fingers. It also stops you from talking, but allows your tongue to move, which is just what I wanted.

I needed to use both hands in order to squash the teeth ring down small enough so that I could get it into my mouth, and positioned so that it slotted onto my teeth both top and bottom. Then, when I released it, it sprung back to it's normal size, effortlessly holding my mouth open. I order to remove it I would have to use my hands again, only that wouldn't be possibly shortly.

A spreader bar is going to go between my wrists so that I will only be able to get one hand to my mouth at a time which won't be enough to remove the ring. This wasn't a real spreader bar, with cuffs at each end but something I'd made up myself using a length of metal tube, some chain, and a couple of small padlocks. The chain is threaded through the tube, then loops are formed at each end for my wrists, locked with the padlocks. It works just the same as real spreader bar, but costs a lot less, and, once taken apart, doesn't look the slightest bit sinister.

Anyway, before I do that, I have to make sure I can't go wondering off, as a guard dog has to stay in place at all times. This I do in two parts. First makes sure I can't walk, and the second that I can't crawl too far.

I'd bought a load of dog collars from the Blackwood pet store, and here's where I used four of them. Two go around my ankles, nice and tight, and then two large ones around the middle of my thighs. Two more small padlocks, then fasten the D ring on my right ankle, to the D ring on my thigh, effectivly bending each of my legs in half, and keeping them there, with my feet now stuck half nearly at my bum, totally out of the way.

The final collar I bought was a big wide one. Wide enough to keep my head looking mostly up, or forwards, if I'm on my hands and knees which I will be most of the day from now on. The d ring on that actually goes through the buckle so that once a chain is locked onto it, as I did, the collar can't be removed unless the padlock holding the chain is removed first. The other end of this chain, has another padlock on it, and this is locked onto the big ring at the front of the kennel, with only enough length on it to allow me to move around twelve feet or so, and, of course, to take shelter in the kennel should I need to.

Finally, I locked the homemade spreader bar onto my wrists, snapping the first lock with my other hand and then pushing the second one closed with my knee until I was sealed into me doggy persona. Of course I had a way out, but it wasn't one that was going to be easy as there was only a single key hanging up on a small hook inside the kennel. This would release my feet from my thighs, allowing me to stand up, but nothing else.

Once on my feet, I would have to make some jumps in order to try to knock down a rock that appeared to have become stuck in the chain link up near the top of the fence. This however, was one of those hollow key hiding rocks, inside of which was the release of the chain connecting me to the kennel.

Those were the only two keys I had with me. The rest were in The Cottage. Upstairs, at that. And the back door was locked so even getting them wouldn't be easy. But then, that was half the fun of tying yourself up. That the release took time and effort. After all if it was easy, what would be the point of doing it in the first place?

After a quick check that everything was done, I started to move around, testing the limits I had given myself, whilst getting used to moving on all fours, or rather on my hands and knees.

The first thing I realised is that I should have really done something with my hands, perhaps wrapped them up, or put mittens on, for the more dog like feeling but then, if I had, I probably wouldn't have been able to do the locks up. Anyway, I'd think about that. Still everything else was working fine.

Having my feet attached to the backs of my legs, altered my balance slightly, which in turn caused my rear sway from side to side. That gave the tail a great action, that was transferred straight to my plugged up bum. Mind you, if I moved too fast, then it would feel like the plug was about to swing right out of me, so that was another reason to take it easily.

Crawling out as far as the leash would allow, I then moved in a semi circle around the front of the kennel, sort of marking out my territory as I did so. By the time I'd done that I was getting tired and drawling like a St. Bernard in the desert, so I headed back to the water bowl to give that a go.

Lowering my head down, I wasn't too sure how I was going to do this, as it wasn't something I'd done a lot off before. And yes that means I had done it before. The technic is easy enough, you just put your mouth down towards the water and then lap it up with your tongue. Dogs have the advantage with their longer snout and a tongue that's made for just doing that. For me it was rather tricker, and not the most rewarding way to get a drink I can tell you.

By the time I'd actually managed to get enough water into my mouth – and a lot on the floor, it has to be said – I was getting to be a bit sleepy which was fine as I'd always intended to be asleep for the next part of my adventure. So although I could have gone into the kennel the truth is it really didn't smell too great in there no matter how many times I'd tried to clean it out, so I did my best sleeping dog impression by laying on my side, with my arms and legs out at a right angle to the rest of my body, and then closed my eyes.

I awake to the sound of a gasp followed by a sushing sound and then my tail is being lifted up so someone can get a good look at the plug in my bum. At which point I decide that it's the perfect chance to let them know that I was a guard dog not to be messed with. So I barked.

Okay, so it wasn't a great bark as I'm not an animal impressionist but in my defence I did have a rubber ring in my mouth, still it did make at least one of the boys jump back. The other though had a different reaction.

"Bad dog!" Joe Danto, chastised me, dropping my tail but only so he can slap me on the half of my bum he had access too – I was laying on the other half. IT has the desired effect and I'm instantly silent.

"Wow!" his brother, gasps, looking me over. "The note was right. Do you think its the same kid as last time."

"Course it is stupid. Hardly going to be two up to this sort of stuff, round here is there?"

Little does he know, but never mind I wasn't in a position to debate just how many people have hidden fantasies, and anyway, as the every faithful slave being loaned out to these two teens, that was hardly my place, so I said nothing as the Danto brothers got together for a quick chat.

Having woken once more thirsty I take the opportunity to get myself up onto my hands and knees and move over to the water bowl once more, fully aware that I am being watched the entire time. Donny even moves around slightly so that he is directly behind me with a clear view of the tail and where it disappears between my buttocks and up into my bum. Joe, goes the other way, crouching down, so he can see under my belly where my erection has slowly woken up, roused by my predicament to be pressed against my belly.

Lowering my head into the water, I started to suck for all I was worth. Licking up the cool refreshing liquid for a few minutes when I feel a stinging blow across my bum.

It was totally unexpected, and caused me to jump. My nose pushing forward, knocking the water bowl but thankfully not tipping it over, although I did get more water up my nose than I really would have liked. Still that wasn't the only surprise.

"Bad doggy!" Joe repeated, now holding a thin tree sapling in his hand with which he'd used to whip me. "If you drink too much you will get sick."

It wasn't the words that surprised me so much, as nonsensical as they were but rather than Joe had, for some reason, chosen to remove his shirt, and now stood wearing just his tight jeans which even though he was silhouetted in front of the sun, show every indication of just how much he was enjoying the scenario that I'd created for him.

"We are here to train you, and if you behave then you'll get a nice reward." he grabbed himself at the end of his sentence as if I couldn't have guessed what he'd meant.

"Can we take him for a walk?" asked Donny, only to be mocked by his brother.

"We can't take him from here, he's chained to the kennel, like the note said."

"So what can we do then." pouted Donny, "It's not like he can chase a stick, is it?"

"Guard dogs don't chase sticks, just people and bite them."

"Well he can't bite no one. Not with that thing in his mouth."

"Fair point." conceded Joe who had clearly been thinking something along those lines. "Tell you what, let's see if he can do any tricks."

Turning back to me, the brothers, waiting until I moved away from the water bowl before giving me the most cliche of all dog commands.

"Sit!"

I did it. Well sort of. I couldn't sit right down due to the tail sticking out of my bum, but I did the next best thing, which was more kneeling than sitting, but it made Donny giggle so that was clearly good enough. Mind you his mirth may have been down to the way that once in that position, my erection was even more obvious between my slightly spread legs.

"Lay down!"

An easy one, that I did quickly. Perhaps a bit too quickly, leading to more of a fall down, than a control lay down.

"Roll over!"

That wasn't as easy as dogs make it look, due to the spreader bar between my wrists making it tricky to get a push off, and again, due to the tail, that made me yelp as I went over and my weight came to rest on it.

"Oh poor doggy." Donny rushed forward, to do what you did when a dog was on its back. Rub my stomach, which was really rather nice indeed. So I gave him a reward, by shaking one of my legs.

"Hey look Joe, he likes it." the thirteen year old giggled like a little kid, rubbing my tummy fast and then slow. My leg copying him exactly, although the noise I was making apparently sounded more like a cat purring than a contented dog.

"Yeah well, that ain't we we're here is it. Stop spoiling the dog, when he's got work to do."

"He's a good doggy." Donny continued tickling my tummy, moving his hand lower than he needed to until he was way below my waist line. I wasn't the only one to notice.

"DOn't you wank him off."

"Why not?" the fingers got close enough to occasionally brush against my erection.

"because wanking dogs ain't right, that's why?"

"Yeah but you want to fuck him up the bum, and that can't be right neither."

"Well…" suddenly Joe clearly couldn't think of something to say to that, as apparently bestiality was where he drew the line. Even if the beast in question was a teenaged boy leaving him with nothing but a rather poor sibling come back: "Well, if I can't fuck him, then you can't get a suck job either."

"Damn!" Donny's hand was snatched away from the one place where I really wanted it to be. "BUt if we can't sex him, and we can't take him for a walk and do dog stuff with him, then what's the point of us being here?"

Joe paused to pick up his shirt and swing it around his shoulders. "None." he said simply, before turning around and heading back for the gate by which they'd entered, adjusting the contents of his jeans as he went.

"Damn!" repeated Donny, giving my erection one last glance before scampering after his big brother, in a style that was very much like the loyal dog I was pretending to be.

So that left me, still laying on my back, with my legs – and arms – in the air, wondering how or indeed if I could get back the other way up, without cramping my tail and more importantly, just how much time I wasted putting this entire thing together, including setting it all up, cleaning the kennel, and sending the Danto's the note that I'd be there, only to end up with an erection I couldn't do nothing about.

"Damn!" I said in my head, the ring gag making sound like a growl, that perfectly showed my frustration that for once, my plan hadn't gone the way I wanted. Next time, I'd have to do something simpler. At least as far as those brothers were concerned.

It was time to put on my uniform, This wasn't the school one I'd gone to Specers' for, but another one that had also come from there although, alas, Mark Spencer hadn't been there to give me another fitting. Still if he had then I'd have only ended up with another spanking, and my bum was going to be sore enough today, if everything worked out the way I had it planned.

It was all there, the long socks with the green tabbed garters to hang down the outside, a forest green pullover, with a badge sewn onto the breast, with another pack badge on arched across the shoulder, and finally a cap. No kerchief yet, as I would only get that once I'd passed some basic tests and been formally accepted into the pack.

That's right I was going to be a cub. Of course I was officially three, or possibly four years too old and should have really been joining the full on scouts, but those uniforms were just so ugly, as they no longer wore shorts. Whereas cubs wore shorts, and what's more they wore them short. Really short. Even shorter than the grey school shorts I already had. These were proper little boy shorts, with no fly, and no pockets, just an elasticated waist to hold them up and a seem that ran from the front to the back, rather than up over the hips.

All in all the uniform was a bit small for me, seeing as it was designed for a seven or eight year old. I did get the biggest size, but even so, the pullover rode up my arms a bit and didn't always cover my tummy and the small of my back. However, rather than making me look like a teenager playing dress up, this weirdly just made me look like a little kid who was out growing his clothes. Which was just the sort of image I was after.

The pack meeting was being held in a hall a short distance from The Cottage. The same hall, as it happened, where I'd dressed as a little girl for the play run by Mrs. Whiteapple, but thankfully she wasn't involved in the cubs as, this was long before the sexes equalled out, so there would be no girls there either.

At the hall, I clutched the third note I'd written to establish my cover story. The first had been a general enquiry about cubs, the second had asked if I could join, while this one, pretty much repeated bits of the others, giving my an introduction. This I handed to the only adult there, the pack's leader who went by the name of Akela.

"YOu must be Kyle," the young man asked me, and I said I was, handing over the letter.

"Ah yes, I see here you are ten years old and your Aunt thought it was a good idea for you to join the cubs to keep you out of mischief, is that right?"

It was. So he moved on. Thankfully without question just why I was taller than all the other boys who were starting to gather around me.

"Are you in the cubs back home?"

I shook my head feeling oddly embarrassed, even though this was true. I never had been in the cubs, or the scouts or indeed anything like that. Boys just didn't do that sort of thing. Or if they did they didn't tell anyone about it. Down in Blackwood though, it seemed nearly every boy in the village was here. Or at least a dozen of them, which may well have been all of them, as far as I could tell.

"Okay then that's all in order," the Akela, folder the letter and put it in his pocket. "Now we just have to decide which six you are going to join so we can get you started on your tests. Do you know any of the other boys Kyle?"

I looked around, felling rather thankfully that I didn't know any of the other seven, eight, nine and ten year old boys who were gathered around in a semi-circle around myself and the only adult in the room.

"I know him," said a voice from the back.

"Ah good, are you friends?" the Akela asked someone behind me, who I didn't need to see as I recognised the voice even just from those two words.

"No," the scout who helped out with the cub pack pushed through the throng, "I'm his tutor."

"Oh right, that's for your Tutoring Badge isn't it?"

"Yes," Andrew James nodded, swinging the arm of his scout shirt forward, to display that even at twelve he already had nearly a full sleeve of badges.

"Ah good, in that case Kyle can join your six today and with that we'd better get started, if you'd all like to form into your sixes."

The cub suddenly scattered, going in two different direction. Half of them following the Akela over to one side of the hall while the other, myself included, went with Andrew to the other side where Andrew gave me a quick round of introductions, that I forgot almost as soon as I heard them as I still wasn't too sure how much the twelve year old had told the other cubs about how well we knew each other, up to and including the various spankings Andrew had given me, and of course, that he knew my real age. It would soon become clear though.

"Andy, Is he the one that got a stiffy?" asked one of the cubs in a whisper, that sent giggles around the group.

"Use this is Kyle, but keep it down, okay we don't want the other's to find out. He's in our six now so we have to look after him, right?"

The troop not surprisingly agreed with what Andrew told them though more than one of them kept staring at me between the legs, as if they were expecting to pop an erection any second which I may well have done, had the shorts not been as tight as they were.

The meeting got underway before anything else could be asked, which was a good thing, as far as I was concerned, as it gave me a lot more to concentrate on, as after all I wanted very much to join the cubs for real, as I had my sights set on a camp I knew they had coming up and anything that would get me there, I was going to do. No matter how silly it seemed.

NOw at this point you're probably expecting something a bit cliched about scouts, like me getting bound up in a load of knots and stuff like that, but even though I had half a mind that what was going to happen, I knew it wouldn't. At least not whilst the Akela was around. Instead we did other stuff, like reciting – or shouting would probably be more accurate – stuff that didn't make the slightest bit of sense. This naturally included, loads of "dibs", and the same about of "dobs", and some other stuff that I can't remember.

After that was finished, the others went off to work on some badges, which again didn't involve knots, but reading maps and even needle craft – they have to sew their own badges on, apparently – while Andrew took me to one side. Strangely this wasn't for an explanation about how I was there pretending to be a little kid, something that he never actually asked about, but so he could run me through some of the rules and regulations, that I would need to be accepted as a full member of the cubs, and get my own scarf, with woggle.

All of that pretty much took up most of the meeting, but there was still fifteen minutes to go so there was time for a game of British Bulldog, which for those of you who don't know involves the entire pack, but one, going to one side of the hall. The other person stands in the middle and then has to try and capture as many as he can of those who then stampede across to the other side. Anyone caught then joins him in the middle. It's a simple game, but rather violent, so loved by little boys everywhere. And by one fourteen year old, it has to be said.

I had such a great time at my first cub meeting I was disappointed when Akela called it to an end, which prompted some more of the nonsense chanting, which only made a little bit more sense now I'd been taught what some of it meant. However turns out that the meeting wasn't really over as the cubs took it in turns to tidy up the hall, and this week, wouldn't you know, it was the turn or my pack. Well it was a fifty / fifty chance given there were only two sixes in the pack, but still.

There wasn't that much to do, just move some chairs around, and then push this massive broom up and down the hardwood floor, which was a lot trickier than it looked as that thing was really rather heavy. Not that I got to do it, as the new boy, I was given the lowest ranked job which was to pick up whatever the big brush collected in a dustpan and brush, which I then had to empty outside in the big metal bin.

It was on my last return from the bin that I found my six waiting for me. The five younger boys all in a semi circle around the door, while Andrew took just behind them, looking over their heads.

"You're new," said the oldest of the cubs, "So you have to do what we say."

"Okay." I said as the cubs shuffled around to form a circle around me.

"Take your clothes off."

Automatically my hand raised up to the little cap on my head, before I asked "Why?"

"Because we say so, and a cub has to do everything his olders and betters tell him to." explained one of the small ones, but only after being prompted from behind by Andrew.

"If you don't take them off then we will, and we won't give them back after, cos if you don't take them off when you're told then you can't be a real cub no more, so you don't get to keep your uniform." said another getting breathless by the end of it, so another finished off the obvious outcome for him.

"You'll have to go home in the nude."

I blushed, which was just the right reaction to have, even if the reason for it probably wasn't the one the cubs were after. Far from being embarrassed about the idea of going around Blackwood naked, I rather liked the idea, especially as I'd done it before. Still it was enough for me to appear to give in.

"Okay, I'll do it." I said, finally taking off my cap, only to then not to know what to do with it, once it was off. Dropping it on the ground didn't seem right, especially as I'd been told that a cub should take care of his uniform, but there was no where else to put it.

Seeing the situation I was in, Andrew, signalled the youngest cub to step forward and put his arms out to act as a small boy sized clothes horse for me which was handy.

Once my cap was hanging from the small boy's fingers my willingness to get naked for them must have become clear, all the same Andrew ensured that I was given encouragement from my fellow cubs – just like the handbook said – by getting them to chant the word "Strip!" over and over again.

It was easy to hide my smile as I peeled the forest green jumper up over my head, leaving my upper body bare.

At this point I decided to tease my audience a bit, but skipping past my shorts down to my shoes, which I removed slowly, followed by the socks. The latter I unrolled across my knees, so I could take down the garters on their own, before only then following up with the socks, themselves.

Now there was only one thing left. The shorts. They had no fastenings, just elastic at the waist, so there was nothing to delay them, other than the actual tightness of the garment itself. This entailed me having to wiggle and wriggle more than a little bit in order to get them down over my hips which lead to quite a bit of giggling, especially as my underwear had a habit of following my shorts down. Meaning I had to stop pulling my shorts down several times, in order to pull my underwear back up again.

Clear of my rear, the shorts went down my legs with relative easy, ending up at my ankles, but in a near roll, which made it hard to get my feet out of them without falling over. But like any good cub would, I managed to get through my problems to end up standing in a circle of boys wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of little boy briefs.

The chanting died down as my hands went to the waistband, leaving an eerie silence that made me want to get it over with as quickly as possible so that's what I did. Nearly ripping my underwear as I yanked it down and then off, putting them on top of the small pile held by the small boy and leaving me very naked, in the centre of the circle.

Suddenly I found myself, no knowing what to do, so I did what any boy would in that situation, I carefully put my hands over my tackle, only to be told not to by the cubs and then to put my arms up over my head and to turn around, slowly, so that all of them could see all of me. So that's what I did.

It didn't strike me as strange at the time, but none of them said anything although it must have been clear to them that I had more going on downstairs than any other ten year old, even if not quite as much as most fourteen year olds. After all, most of them were around that age, so they had something to compare my tackle too. On the other hand, what boy is going to say, out loud, that another boy is bigger than they are. Of course, it might just have been that cubs don't talk about that sort of thing. Whichever it was, had I thought about it, I'd have found that really odd as if I'd been the one watching then I'd have made all sorts of comments. Yet they said nothing. Well nothing other than one word.

"Dance!"

That caught me by surprise I can tell you. Not something I was expecting at all. But if a dance is what they wanted then a dance is what I gave them. Okay so I wasn't going to win any awards, but I did what I could, which mostly involved jumping up and down and throwing my arms in the air, which got a reaction if nothing else.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," Andrew finally called an end to my exhibition, just as I was about to launch into my finale that would have involved at least two back flips. "I think Kyle's done enough to prove that he can do what he's told."

"But Andy, you said you had to spank him, so he must be bad."

All eyes turned to the boy who had spoken, then to Andrew. Mine included.

"I don't always spank Kyle because he's been bad,"

"Then why?" the cubs wanted to know.

"Because," Andrew looked at me, "Kyle likes being spanked."

Eyes went wide and mouths dropped open, as every head in the room turned from Andrew to me, and stayed there as a general air of non-belief went around the circle.

"I can prove it, too," Andrew continued, himself coming to stand directly in front of me, so he could say the next words. "Kyle, would you like me to put you over my knee and spank you on the bare bum?"

AS much as I'd found being told to strip and then dance in front of the cubs I'd managed somehow to keep myself under complete control but Andrew's statement proved itself to be perfect correct in its intent and in getting through my defences. No sooner had he stopped talking than my willy stopped hanging down over my nuts, and took the full salute.

NOw that did get a reaction.

"Wow, he does like getting spanked." said one while another added,

"Spankings hurt." leading another to say.

"Not him he likes it."

And then finally, "Can we spank him?"

Andrew was still looking at me, "What do you say Kyle? Can the cubs spank you?"

Probably I should have said 'No'. Well obviously I should have, as that wasn't part of my plan. At least not yet. But as the cubs were quick to point out, my erection stayed, which meant I wanted to be spanked, but I did have one condition. Andrew had to do it first, to show the others how to.

"Yeah!" the cub shouted when my choice was made plain, waiting around me, while Andrew went to get one of the chairs that we'd put away earlier, upon which he sat, and then patted his lap so I would know where to go.

My right bum cheek was given a tentative slap, perhaps to see what I would do, which was nothing, so down came the hand a lot harder.

Not to be left out, my other buttock was soon getting the same attention as Andrew went to work, switching from side to side, until he had a nice rhythm going, that didn't hurt all that much, but did sting rather nicely.

"Can I have a go, Andy?"

Being a good scout Andrew was keen to give the cubs in his pack new experiences, so one by one they all got a chance to slap their hands into my naked bottom. Some with more skill than others, it has to be said, although none of them held anything back from what they were doing. Some just slapped me in the middle. Others followed Andrew's example of spanking the buttocks in turn, while one – and I don't know which one – knew enough about it to go for the sensitive spots on the underside of my bum, where it joins with my legs.

The cubs had a great time spanking me, which as all of them said was a lot more fun than being spanked, and there was a lot of comment about the way my bum went steadily pink and then red, as they worked away at it, ensuring that not one part was missed.

As it went on the group spanking got more and more painful yet the sensations being produced were every bit as electric as if one person was doing it. Perhaps more so and not just from the fact there were others there watching, when not joining in.

"Okay, okay, we're running out of time." Andrew broke in eventually, getting things under control in more ways than one, as it turned out. "Stand up Kyle."

I did as I was told.

"He's still got a stiffy!" gasped the nearest cub before they all bent down to peer between my legs in a totally unneeded way seeing my erection was more obvious than that.

"You see Kyle does like being spanked. Now feel his bum."

"It's hot!" they agreed.

"Yes, and so is the rest of him. Now watch how much he likes being spanked."

Andrew got me back down over his lap only this time he spread his knees as widely apart as he could so that they were under my thighs and my chest, leaving my tackle to hang down between them, with my bum still arched upward.

"Can everyone see?" he asked, and they could.

Leaning forward, Andrew bent himself across my back, while twisting at the hips slightly so that he was facing my bum. This allowed him to put his arm right the way around my body and then to reach underneath where he took hold of my erection.

There was no gasp of surprise, or even any sort of comment from the cubs, which I would later reason meant that this wasn't something new to them, but at the time I didn't get to think too much about it for at the same time he took hold of me, Andrew started spanking me.

His hand cupped to the shape of my bum, made the sound loud, and caused me to thrust my hips forward from the blow, pushing my erection through his grasping hand.

The cubs crowded in. Some sitting on the floor, other kneeling behind them, while a few just stood and bent over themselves so they could watch what was happening to me.

For me it was impossible to ignore everything that was going on this time. The force of spanking, coupled with the sensation of my erection being pushed through the grasping fist, not to mention the thrill of having all the little kids watching me being treated like a little kid. All of them fully dressed, while I was totally naked. Them, and until recently me, in short shorts, while Andrew had long trousers on, marking him out as the one in charge. And in charge he certainly was. Not only of all of us, but of me in particular. Just how I wanted it.

After only a few minutes of being spanked and wanked, I could no longer think of anything. It was as if my mind had left my body. In fact, most of my body had left my body, leaving only my stinging bum, and my aching willy, that was demanding a release. A release that it soon got.

Some of the cubs cheered, while some of the little ones, at the front of the crowd tried to scuttle backwards as I spurted, several shots down between Andrew's legs, where they splattered on the hard floor.

Silence once more fell on the hut, once my display was over until Andrew took control, reminding the cubs about their oath of secrecy that ran along the lines of "what happens at cubs, stays at cubs", and then getting them to finish putting everything away, before sending them all home.

"That was fun Kyle." he said, handing me a well used towel with which I could clean myself up with, "I think I'm going to love having you at cubs."

"Yeah," I gasped still a little out of breath, "Me too."

The cottage on the edge of the village was eerily quiet as I opened the front door for the first time. There was literally nothing to hear, until I stepped onto the stone floor, and the it was just the squeal of my trainers as I spun around, savouring the sensation of being alone for a few days for the first time in my life. And just like every time since then, when I was alone, I was going to play some very special games indeed.

During my first trip of my thirteenth year to visit Aunt Aggie, I started to indulge even more in something that I'd started doing with Luke Taylor the year before. Luke didn't return to Blackwood that year, but then he didn't need to as I still had access to the various closets in the holiday homes that my Aunt owned including one that became my favourite, for the hidden treasures that it contained and which would move my adventures in a different more grown up way.

The wedding cottage, continuing the bridesmaid sailor suit I'd worn with Luke, was nearly always occupied so I couldn't really get in there. Still that cottage only had the one outfit, and what girl – or boy dressing like a girl – wants to only wear on outfit?

Thankfully there was another cottage, right out on the edge of Blackwood, which was used less often as their really wasn't much there, so Aunt Aggie used it for storage of all the items that got left behind by guests when they left. This included all sorts of strange items, as I was about to find out, however, to start with there was just one case I was interested in, left by a girl about my age a few weeks before I arrived.

Naturally, I volunteered to help sort out the stuff in The Cottage, even suggesting that I could sleep out at the remote cottage, to save my having to tramp back and forth. Of course what I was really thinking was what it would be like to spend my time dressed like a girl. To my great surprise Aunt Aggie actually agreed.

Arriving at the small cottage I wasn't sure what to do first, but as always food provided the perfect destruction, leading me to the kitchen where I put away the supplies I'd bought with me, eating some of them along the way before heading upstairs to begin my transformation.

I had to wait a bit for the water heater to kick into life, but then when it was going as good as it was going to get I got into the shower and started cleaning myself probably more throughly than I ever had before. I was after all a normal boy of the time, so water was for jumping in, splashing and generally larking about and only for washing when under the threat of death if I didn't. Girls though seemed to love spending time in the bathroom, so if I was going to be one, then I needed to be spotless.

Carefully I soaped myself off, first with regular soap and then with this slightly smelly stuff that I'd found. I even washed my near shoulder length hair not just once, but twice, in proper shampoo that was said to smell like summer fruits, but which I thought a little sickly to be honest.

Total naked, I walked out of the bathroom and into the room I would be using for my stay, which was the room with the female clothing had been left making it easier for me to have a route around in the various bags for something I could wear.

I hadn't really planned much out, as I hadn't really expected Aunt Aggie to agree to my being alone – my mum would have had a fit if she'd known – so I was pretty much doing this all on the fly although I had some idea of what I wanted to wear.

Underwear was clearly the place to start, and I came up trumps with a matching set that not only included a set of skimpy knickers but a training bra, that had enough padding pre-installed to take away the boyish appearance of my chest. If only I could work out how to put the darn thing on.

It took a while and in the end I felt I cheated slightly by putting it on backwards to start with around my chest, with the clasp at the front so I could see what I was doing, and then turning it around, and putting my arms through the straps. There was just no way I could do that clasp up behind my back. My hands just didn't bend that way.

A mirror was handily in the room, so I got to see how I was doing, and it was a surprise to notice that even with the majority of my body still naked, there really was no indication that I was a boy at all. Even in the place where that should have been most evident, there was little more than a small lump, where my tackle had been all squashed up. But then at just thirteen puberty hadn't really made that much of an impression on me. There was no new hair in new places, and my tackle was still that of a little boy rather than the teenager I'd so recently become, which could have been a disappointment to some, really wasn't to me. At least not as I stood there in girl's underwear, looking like a girl.

Still, as good as I looked I couldn't go around all day in underwear. That was another thing that boys did and girls didn't, so I went looking for something to wear.

Picking through the discarded cases I disappointingly came across a lot of jeans, and only a few dresses but nothing caught my eye until I came upon a nice looking skirt that went down to my knees when I held it against myself, and looked like it would fit which it did. Really well in fact. So much so that it could have been bought for me. It really showed off my legs, which were already getting nice and long, while it also managed to cling to my bum, in a way that I really liked. Now I needed a top to go with it.

Turning back to the cases I went through them until I came across alight blue tank top style shirt, that fit me a little on the tight side but as that was how girls back then tended to wear stuff – and since – it didn't matter.

My clothes now sorted, I rummaged around looking for all that other stuff that girls like to wear. Shoes of course, settling on a pair of light pink sandals, with a tiny bit of a heal on them. They took a bit of getting used to, as I had to change the way I walked so that I wouldn't fall over, but watching in the mirror I could see that just by wearing them, my legs firmed up, and my bum appeared to be pushed that little bit higher up.

I didn't want to over do the accessorize on my first time out, so didn't bother with too much jewellery, other than a couple of pale blue bangles that were the exact shade of the skirt and then it was into the bathroom for some make up.

Never having worn make up before, and with limited supplies, I wasn't about to plaster my face like some little kid playing dress up, so instead went for the easy stuff my just putting a touch of what turned out to be sparkling lip-gloss, rather than the lip-stick I thought it was, on and that was about it. Still it was good enough to make a little tent in the front of the skirt.

My hair I couldn't do much with and I wasn't about to get out curling tongs and do something that wouldn't go away for weeks, or worse yet leave me with scorched hair that would take some explaining and perhaps a crew cut to get rid off.

After trying out a few different things, I settled for a simple pony tail, which although not all that long, did pull my hair back from my face, and hide the fringe I had then that no girl would have ever allowed anyone to give her.

Finally dressed I spent the next hour or so getting used to being a girl until walking in the heeled sandal was almost second nature, and I could sit in a chair without showing my knickers. But there was more to it than that, as I also had to change the way I walked, slowing it down, yet leaving enough sway in my hips so that the skirt would flow around me. Only when I had that right, did I deem it safe to go outside.

You have to remember that this was the first time I'd been outside in anything other than boy's clothes since I'd worn nappies. Okay so that had been the year before as well with the Walkers, but they'd been boy's nappies. This was something very different, and yet at the same time it also felt right.

Standing outside I felt the sun catching my skin in different places, even though I wasn't showing any more skin than I would have normally done. At least I didn't think I was. Yet it just felt so different and so nice at the same time. The problem was now that I was outside I didn't know exactly what I was going to do. So after a few minutes thinking about what a girl would do I ended up skipping around the garden, in what was probably a very uncoordinated way, but which felt pretty good as my skirt bounced around my legs.

Heading back inside, I decided it was lunch time, so headed back into the small kitchen area to heat up one of the tins I'd bought with me, which was when I saw the bike heading down the driveway towards The Cottage.

I stood there like a dear in the headlights of an oncoming truck, not sure what to do, until I realised that I could be seen by which time it was too late to hide, leaving me with no choice but to front it out as a girl. Not that there was much reason of anyone knowing who I really was, as I hadn't actually been to this cottage before, and didn't even live in Blackwood.

"Hello, can I help you?" I asked, when I answered the knock on the front door, doing my best to sound like a girl, although with no practise I've no idea if I pulled it off or not.

"Yes, I'm Jon Harrison, are your parents around?"

I quickly made up something about them having gone into town, and felt myself blushing as I said it. My cheeks actually burning as I looked at this older boy – who couldn't have been more than sixteen – standing in front of me.

"Oh I was just wondering if there were any odd jobs they wanted doing. I live next door and often help out the people who are staying here. Mowing the lawns, chopping logs and stuff like that."

"Okay," I blushed some more, "I'll let them know."

"That's okay. I can come back later, if that would help," Jon started to turn away, but then turned back,"By the way, I didn't get your name?"

"I'm, I'm…" No, I hadn't even thought up a name for myself as a girl. I didn't think I would need to. Certainly not this quickly. So I just said the first thing that came into my head. The nearest thing to my real name that would sound girly, and which I would go on to use every time I became a girl from then on. "Kylie." I said, "I'm Kylie."

"Nice to meet you Kylie," Jon smiled, "It's always nice to have another pretty girl around this part of Blackwood."

I was still blushing as I watched Jon get back on his bike, and peddle off back down the lane towards the main road. Then just when I thought I'd be able to get my face under control, he went and swivelled around on the saddle, caught me looking and waved, before finally turning off to head towards his own house which was several hundred yards along the road back towards the main part of Blackwood.

Heading back towards the kitchen, I actually found my boy-self mocking me for behaving like a silly little girl, seeing a handsome boy for the first time, for that is exactly what I'd been like and it wasn't as if Jon was really all that good looking. Sure he wasn't ugly, or anything, and he clearly had a well defined body from all the hard work he obviously did but he was three years older than me. Why would he be interested in a girl so much younger than himself? That didn't make sense.

These thoughts continued to go around my head, as I opened the tin, tipped out the contents into a pan that was a good deal older than I was. Standing at the stove, I stirred my dinner, in slow rotations, until it was lightly simmering, at which point I tipped it out onto a plate, which I took over to the table to eat. It was strange but I did all this without thinking and yet it was all so different to what I usually would have done, which would have been to eat directly out of the pan, if not the tin, standing up. Being dressed in a skirt just seemed to take all the boy out of me.

After cleaning up and even washing up the things I'd used – girl's work as we thought of it back then – I decided it was time to get on with the task I was meant to be there to do, sorting of the left behind items into things that could be kept, to, as my Aunt had said 'enhance the atmosphere of the cottages', those that could be given to charity and the remainder which would go to the tip.

As I worked, I tried to do everything as I young girl would so there was no tossing things from one box to another, or dumping them in piles, instead, everything was gone through carefully with any clothes I found neatly folded up, and sorted into gender and size, albeit with the nicer girl clothes in my size, put aside for me to play with later on.

It is one of Aunt Aggie's many sayings that if you do a job properly then you will always get your reward and that was certainly true that day when I came across not just the first real porno magazines that I'd ever seen but also the first dildo. A huge eight inch long thing that even had a nut sac attached to it and what looked like a suction cup on the base. Naturally, once I'd found that stuff, my work was over for the day.

Going into the living room I settled myself on the ancient sofa, with my legs tucked under myself like I'd seen girls do, and then took out the first of the magazines I'd found which turned out not to be that interesting after all. Just page after page of women sitting in somewhat unnatural positions with their breasts hanging out and their legs spread, in what had to be seriously uncomfortable contortions. And yes that was my first thought at thirteen upon seeing those pictures that the women had to be uncomfortable. Guess that says quite a bit about me.

The second magazine was about as different from the first as it could be. For a start there wasn't a single girl in it, just lots of young looking men, and they weren't just sitting around but getting up to some things that were, very, very, VERY interesting to me. There was one man with another man's willy in his mouth. Then a few pages later, he still had that willy in his mouth while a third was being put into his bum. BOth of those things looked like they were a lot of fun and I wanted to do them but how when I only had one willy and that was in a place that wasn't anywhere near either my mouth or my bum.

My eyes fell over the monster willy laying on the cushion next to me and suddenly, I realised just what it was for. Yeah, despite everything I was still pretty niece about something I guess.

Picking it up, I wondered about it's size, and especially it's weight. Compared to my own it was a mammoth, and I wondered how men carried around something like that in their trousers all the time and if they smelt of rubber too. Okay so I didn't think that for long, but the thought did occur for a moment.

I was less surprised that the dildo tasted like it smelt, and that rubber wasn't something I liked in my mouth. All the same I gave it a good go, trying to recreate the picture I'd seen, stretching my mouth around the head, until I could just about get it to go inside. Only to then choke as I attempted to push it further in.

Clearly this one was too big for me, which was a disappointment, until I realised that if there was one dildo amongst the unclaimed items, then there could be another one or as it turned out. Two.

Back sitting cross-legged on the sofa half an hour later, I examined the new toys I had found both of which I was pleased to say, were smaller than my initial discovery. The first was a little dull, just being hard white plastic, although it did have switch at the bottom that made it vibrate in a way that I found intriguing, but without actually knowing why. The other one though was by far the most interesting.

About six inches long, made of clear springy plastic that got bigger as it processed down the length only to taper out near the bottom before it ended in a flat disk shape. Thins one, I soon discovered turned out to be very easy for me to suck on like I'd seen in the magazine. I could even get it all the way in my mouth, or very nearly anyway, allowing me to believe that it was a real willy I was sucking on rather than a toy. My lips moving up and down it just as there was a knock on the door.

"Well there it is. What do you think of your bed for the night?" Shaun Hunter asked me, as we looked at the over sized cot that had been fitted with a formidable collection of straps, the sole purpose of which was to prevent their occupants from getting out.

I didn't reply to what had clearly been intended as a surprise and not just because it really wasn't a surprise at all, but mostly due to the over sized dummy that was strapped into my mouth.

We weren't at Aunt Aggie's Cottage although we had been a short while earlier. Since then we'd travelled the relatively short distance across Blackwood, to the day care centre that Shaun's mother ran. Like most things in Blackwood, Aunt Aggie had something to do with it, which had given me a certain amount of leeway to get myself invited. Nothing official as yet, although that would come, but for now I was just going to be spending a quiet night there, with no one knowing other than me Shaun, and probably the Skinner brothers, at some point. Not that I knew that when I arrived.

"Your Aunt wants you to know what it is like to be a really bad baby for the night, and this is where the really bad kids spend their time."

Shaun's words were, as you night expect, something of a lie, as no day care centre would treat kids the way the note he'd received had asked for. His mum certainly wouldn't have approved, but then what she doesn't know about won't hurt her. Plus Shaun was getting well paid for giving me this 'life lesson' as my Aunt's note had called it.

Of course I wasn't supposed to know anything about it, which is why he'd taken the precaution of putting the dummy in my mouth, and strapping it in, before we'd entered the day care centre via a rear door. A door he'd locked behind us once we were inside so that I couldn't get out again. Not that I wanted too, but again he didn't know that. Did he.

It had all started at The Cottage an hour or so earlier. As far as I was supposed to know Shaun was just coming to watch over me whilst my Aunt was out somewhere, so the when he turned up, there was nothing all the different about his behaviour from all the other times he'd looked after me. I was already wearing what were no called my day time nappies, which was basically a sort of pull up for teenager. These were more decreet that the nappies I would have preferred but looked more like something a kid who didn't want people to know he wore protection would wear as they fitted under my regular clothes without being all that obvious. That rather took the fun out wearing them, but as I knew it wouldn't last long it didn't mater.

Anyway, Shaun arrived, and did the normal things that he did before suggesting that as it was a nice evening, perhaps we should go for a walk and get some fresh air. Yeah, it was an odd thing for a thirteen year old to say, even one that looks after kids in nappies, to say, but it wasn't like I was going to be calling him on it, was it?

Shaun got my shoes, which he put on for me, then made sure The Cottage was looked up tight, before we left walking down the path out into the street. At this point we probably looked pretty much like any couple of boys that could be hanging around Blackwood on a nice early evening. Shaun was dressed in his usual professional clothes, of pressed jeans, and a plain button shirt with rolled up sleeves, that he'd tucked in as usual. This made him look rather smart, while I was really a long way down the casual scale, in a slightly too small t-shirt featuring a couple of cartoon characters, albeit, action cartoons not actual Disney ones. It was the sort of thing that a nine or ten year old might wear, which is why I'd chosen it of course. The shorts I had on, were perhaps a bit younger than that though, being pale blue, and while not quite tight enough to show what I was wearing underneath them, they certainly hinted at it, given the slight bulge between my legs, and the extra padding on my bottom, giving me a somewhat odd body shape. Still, it was nothing anyone was going to notice unless they looked at my really closely. Or, if they heard the rubbing noise that the pull ups plastic covering made whenever I took a step, or turned, or did just about anything.

Slightly disjointly – from my point of view – we didn't really see anyone on our walk, let alone get to hear anyone say anything about why I despite being very slightly taller than Shaun, was dress liked I was a good deal younger. That though would change on the return trip. At least it would if Shaun followed half of the ideas he'd been given in his instruction note.

"I know, while we're here, why don't I show you mum's work," Shaun tried to be as off handed as possible, and while that line may have worked on a real four year old, I could see right through it. After all we'd already come most of the way down the driveway leading to the Day Care Centre before he said anything.

"Won't it be closed?" I offered, playing along.

"Yeah, but, that won't matter!"

It wasn't the best excuse but it was honest if nothing else. It seemed to work too as I just followed Shaun down the rest of the track, saying nothing as we gave the front entrance a wide berth, skirting as we did around the house part of the building where his mum and dad's heads could be seen watching television, towards the back gate.

Shaun used his own keys to let us in through the high recruity gate, through a well stoked kiddies play area complete with sand pit, swings, and even some little trikes, before coming to the rear door, which he also opened and let me go through first, so that he could lock that behind him. ONly then did he start to let on what was really happening.

"Let me show you some of the cool stuff my mum has got for her kids."

Leading me through the large playroom we'd entered, he started to point out various things here and there, none of which I was that interested in to be honest as they were all for little kids. That is under we moved further into the building, heading towards a door at the end that I could see was clearly marked as a "Changing Room."

"Hey do you need a change?" It was a question yet at the same time clearly it wasn't. Shaun didn't even wait for me to answer but opened up the door, and switched on the light as he went inside.

"Come on, let's change you here, ready for bed."

If I'd been playing the role properly I should have asked why when I still had to go home, or stated that I wasn't going to wear a full nappy to walk home, yet I didn't want to spoil anything, so I didn't. In fact I didn't do anything. I didn't need to. Shaun did everything for me, and he had everything there to do it with, right at the tips of his fingers, in the various drawers and trays of the large changing table, that he encouraged me to climb up on.

"This is the latest, state of the art table." he informed me. "It's got everything you could ever want to change a baby. Even a big baby. Let's get your clothes off."

I was sitting on the side of the table, while he pulled my t-shirt up over my head, and still there as he took off my slip on shoes, and the small ankle socks. None of which really needed to come off for him to change my nappy, let alone to check it, as he should have been doing first.

"Right lift your bum up so I can get your shorts off."

Pushing down with my hands I did as he asked, letting my shorts slide down my legs, leaving me there in the plain pull up.

"Okay you can lie down now."

I did, staring up at the ceiling which was decorated in childish cartoons for the children to look at while they were changed. My feet were already up on the edges of the changing table, waiting to push down and raise my bottom once more for the pull up to be pulled off, which Shaun soon did, still not actually checking if it was wet, yet still dropping it into the large bin beneath the table to be disposed off.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

There was nothing to clean as I hadn't gone in the Pullup yet Shaun carried on as if I had not only wet it, but messed it too, giving me an all over wipe down with a succession of large baby wipes that were pushed into every nook and cranny of not just the area the Pullup had covered but a lot of other places too.

Asked to roll over, he spent quite some time going over my bum, paying particular attention to the area between it and my tackle, so it was no real surprise that by the time he got me to return to laying on my back, I was most of the way to an erection. Not that Shaun paid any attention to it as he continued to go about his job all the same.

Next came the baby lotion and the baby powder, both of which Shaun applied with the same attention to detail he'd used with the wipes, rubbing and teasing it every on my from about the middle of my chest, right down to my knees. By the time he'd finished, there wasn't a spot of my own skin to be seen in that area and I pretty much glistened with the lotion, and was totally frosted with the powder.

"We have all sorts of nappies here," Shaun put the powder and oil pots in their slots under the table, turning to a nearby cupboard which he opened with a theatrical flourish, showing off the neat stacks of nappies inside.

"Some parents only know about disposable nappies, but mum thinks the old fashioned cloth ones are best as they can be reused so save the planet and stuff like that. Mind you what that does for the washing machine is another matter."

Shaun was rambling a bit, as he took a selection of large white squares of thick towelling from one of the shelves. Still talking he placed these on a nearby table and started to fold them into the triangular shape that I recognised from my time with Larry and Jerry Walker.

"Some little babies only need one, but as they get older mum likes to add on extras just in case," explained Shaun to a question I hadn't actually asked about why he was using so many nappies. "Right lift your bum up. Right up. Higher!"

I had to pretty much totally arch my back before he could get the mound of nappies he'd compiled under my bottom although they soon compressed down once I put my bum on them. Well a bit anyway. It still felt like I was sitting on a laundry basket. Nice though. All soft and fluffy. I couldn't feel the table at all.

Leaving me sitting there, Shaun went rummaging under the changing table again, until he found a pot of long nappy pins, all of which had little locking tops on them. "Okay these will do. You can put your legs down now."

Given he was standing at the end of the table between my legs, the only place I could put my feet was on either side of him which naturally spread my legs rather wide, which was handy seeing as that was what he wanted in order to do what he wanted with so many nappies.

When Shaun had finished pinning me into that massive nappy, or collection of nappies, there was no way I was ever going to be able to get my legs together. In fact it even hurt to try to even get my ankles to touch, as my legs were bowed out so much like I was riding an invisible horse or something.

Plastic pants followed, just as you would have expected. These were good thick ones, yet still pretty much see through, which was remarkable, g as they looked like more like rain covers for a small boat but up my legs they went, and once I'd managed to get my newly enlarged bum off the table – which took three goes would you believe – they ended up around my waist, where they had a canvas style belt that could be tightened to make sure they were a good fit.

Two more belts were around the legs openings all of which Shaun was careful to tighten up to the furthest point he could, yet even though I could feel the tightness of my thighs and across my stomach – the plastic pants were a good deal higher than my waist – it didn't bite in anywhere like as much as it probably should have due to the design of the things.

"Time for some jimjams!"

Again I should have protested, not just at being dressed in nightie was expecting to go home, but at the one piece sleeper that Shaun produced and he probably should have noticed when I didn't, but neither of those things happened and we both carried on as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Mind you I was a little confused when he didn't try to put the sleeper on me straight away but instead started messing around with something else.

He tried to keep whatever it was he then picked up hidden from me behind his back but I'd already seen enough to be able to tell that it was a pair of mittens. It was just the length of what turned out to be elastic that joined them, I wasn't so sure about.

"Hold out your hand for me."

I didn't ask why, as I knew what he was going to do and sure enough, he slipped the mitten onto my hand where it fitted just like a glove. No that isn't a joke, it did fit like a glove, rather than a standard mitten as it had separate slots for my fingers and thumb like a glove would. Of course, the fingers were all stitched together, and the thumb was folded over onto the palm of the glove, where it was stitched down, thus making the gloves every bit as effective as ordinary mittens.

Moving around behind me, Shaun stepped across the back of the changing table, appearing the other side, to put the second glove on in the same way. There were no fastening on the gloves themselves so in theory I would still be able to remove them even without the use of my fingers, either by using my teeth of by trapping them in something else. This seemed like a design flaw to me. Only it wasn't as I soon discovered.

Now sitting on the side of the changing table, with my legs hanging over the side, made it easy for Shaun to put my feet into the sleeper he'd selected and start to pull it up to my knees. At that point I had to stand up, so that he'd be able to work the all in one garment over the bulk of my nappies.

At first it looked like the sleeper, which was quite tight on my legs, wouldn't go over the nappies, but it appeared to be quite stretchy as Shaun was able to work it up across my middle, until it snapped against my chest. Then he got me to put my arms into the sleeves, and finally I understood what the elastic running between the mittens around my back was for. Clearly once the sleeper was on, and zipped up, I wouldn't be able to get the mittens off, without unzipping myself, and without fingers there was no way I was going to be doing that. Quite clever really. Wish I'd thought of it.

The zip went up my back. Or the top half of my back anyway, pulling the sleeper tightly around my body. At the top, built into the collar, was an extra security precaution. A flap folding down over the tab of the zipper, secured with two tiny twist poppers that I'd never be able to undo, even if I could see them. Which I couldn't.

"Right that's you ready for bed. Do you want to see where you'll be spending the night?"

With a question like that, there was no way I could keep up the idea of thinking I was going home, so I asked Shaun what he meant.

"Oh didn't your Aunt tell you? You are spending the night here at the day care centre so you get an idea what it's like to be a baby for real."

"But.." I protested, only to be interrupted.

"Wait, baby's don't talk."

He was right babies don't talk, but toddlers at a day care centre do, which is probably why they had the large dummies like the one that Shaun was soon pushing into my mouth which wasn't all that big, but had a surprise. It expanded.

With one hand holding the dummy's face plate against my lips, Shaun used the fingers from his other hand to pick up the ring on the front and then to turn it slowly in a clockwise direction. This, I soon discovered, caused the bulb inside my mouth to grow until it completely filled my mouth, pinning my tongue down, yet still allowing me to breath which was a most odd sensation.

"Right then, time to show you your bed. Come on Baby Kyle."

It turned out to be a lengthy walk from the changing room to the place where the cot had been set up. A walk that seemed a lot further due to the way I was forced to walk with my legs spread right apart to a point where I more or less had to twist my torso to take a step rather than just put one foot in front of the other.

Along the way there were no mirrors so I couldn't get a real see at what I looked like, but there were a few glass doors leading to other rooms that gave a reflection of the strange frame that I now had. Comparatively skinny arms and legs and upper torso, encased in the slightly shinny one piece sleep suit, all poking out of the high mass that was my middle, that bulged out in all direction as if I'd had my legs and torso transplanted onto a car tyre. I loved it just as I loved what I saw when we got to my temporary bedroom.

"Well there it is. What do you think of your bed for the night?"

LEaving me standing just inside the doorway, with the door firmly closed, the round handle impossible for me to open, Shaun spread the straps out over the mattress, and pointed for me to lay down.

"We have to make sure you don't get up during the night and go wondering around getting yourself into trouble."

Getting him into trouble, seeing that his mum didn't know I was there, more like, I thought as I shuffled across the floor to the crib, and turning tried to sit down on it.

I couldn't it was too high up and with my legs permanently bent by the nappy, I couldn't jump either, even though it only needed a little bit. Shaun had to help me, in the end, telling me to face the crib, them lay my belly down, at which point he gave my padded bum a shove, hoisting me up. From there I was able to shuffle my self around – still with his help – until I was laying in the middle of the crib, with the three barred sides raising high above my head.

When I was in position, Shaun started on the straps, pulling two down over my shoulders, one on each side, which he rested on my chest. Two more came up from the sides, one under my each arm, and the other around where my waist was. One of these ended with a large seven sided buckle into what all the straps could be slotted. The seventh strap came up between my legs. This was wider than the others, but as my legs were already splayed apart it didn't really notice even after it was clicked into the buckle.

All the straps that were now buckled over me, went around me, and then down through special sealed holes in the base of the mattress, to a central point where at the touch of a button they could all be tightened at the touch of the button. The button was, of course, on the outside, where I couldn't even see it let alone reach it. Once Shaun had pressed it, I was totally trapped on my back on the mattress unable to do anything but wave my hands and feet in the air. Not that I could really get my feet very high anyway. Soon I wouldn't be able to do that.

Little straps came up from the bottom corners of the cot. Each had loop on the end, which Shaun passed over each of my feet, before pressing another unseen button that took up the slack until me feet were pulled as far into the corners as they could go. Similar loops came up the sides, and went over my wrists until they too were pulled up above my head.

"Okay that's you done. Now how about a night time drink?"

The question was of course rhetorical as there was already a large bottle of what appeared to be milk on the side, just over from the crib waiting for me, and Shaun had already picked it up before he'd asked if I wanted it so clearly I was going to get it one way or the other. However, even though I made no effort to resist him, Shaun decided that it was going to be the other way.

Putting his hand on the face plate of the dummy in my mouth, Shaun slowly turned the ring so that it deflated enough for him to be able to remove it and replace it with something else. This turned out to be what looked like the top of another bottle. It had the nipple and the ring that normally attaches it to the bottle. Only at this point it was on it's own.

Squashing the ring at the back of the nipple between his fingers, Shaun slipped it into my mouth and let it go so that it clipped itself onto my teeth as it expanded to a point where my mouth was left partly open. Not wide enough for me to talk, but far enough so that I couldn't open it any more to spit the ring out. The nipple pointing towards my throat and feeling to my tongue, not unlike a small boy's willy.

Picking up the bottle, Shaun bought that over and somehow attached it to the ring in my mouth, until it clipped into place. Then he squashed the plastic and instantly a spurt of warm milk was fired through both the ring and the nipple directly into my throat where I had little choice but to swallow it.

It took at least ten minutes for me to finish the bottle, not that I had very much to do with it, Shaun just squeezing the bottle every now and again, until it was all gone. That though wasn't the end of it, as a second bottle soon replaced the first and I had to swallow all of that as well, until I was starting to feel more than a little bloated.

Finished with my drinks, Shaun, put the bottles back on the side, and carefully removed the ring from my mouth, replacing it with the inflatable dummy, once more. It being only when I couldn't move or talk that he told finally told me just what was in store for me.

"You aren't going home tonight. You're staying here safely restrained in your crib, where you can't come to any harm." he said, pretty much using the words from the note he'd received, "Your Aunt doesn't want you released until tomorrow, so if you need to go wee, or have a poo, then you are going to have to do it in your nappy. Oh and you aren't going to be getting changed either, so whatever you do, you are going to lie in, which probably won't be much fun, but that's what your Aunt wants, so that's what's going to happen. Have fun."

The door opened the minute that I knocked, meaning that Joe Danto had been waiting for me, only it wasn't his face that appeared, but his brother.

"Hello Slave," he used the form of address I'd put in the note he'd clearly read, so all was not lost, "Joe wants me to tie you up before he gets here. Oh and gag you too. Then I can take you upstairs, where we've got some surprises for you."

This wasn't quite what I'd expected, as after the disappointment of my guard dog thing, I'd gone for something rather simpler in the hopes that would keep the brothers more interested in playing with me. Clearly though they had some ideas of their own. Which was good as at least then there would be some surprises in store for me.

Entering the small two level house on the new development just outside of Blackwood, where the brothers lived, I didn't say anything, just nodded my acceptance, and once the door was closed turned around with my arms behind my back, waiting to be tied up.

"Oh wait, maybe I should blindfold you first like a real prisoner," why he couldn't blindfold me after he'd tied my hands together, I didn't know and couldn't ask so I just let him get on with it. Clearly Donny wasn't as well prepared as he could have been, which didn't made well for later on, but then I knew I could trust his brother to come up with something better, as Joe had already proved he could think of things along the same lines that I did, albeit from the other side, obviously.

"I can use this." he held up something that turned out to be an actual blindfold. A real one. Like they use on planes when someone wants to sleep and all the lights are on. It worked too. Once the pads were over my eyes, and the elastic around the back of my head, I couldn't see anything. Not a thing.

"How's that?" I was asked, couldn't answer, as without words it was just too confusing. I mean did a shake of my head mean that I couldn't see, or that 'no' it didn't work. Anyway, don't suppose it matter as from the feel of the air that travelled across my face, I guess Donny was waving his hand around, to see if I could see it. Which I couldn't. Honest.

"A slave should be naked." Donny then whispered, his breath playing in my ear as he lent in close, "But mum and dad haven't gone out yet, and they'd freak if you got your stuff out, so instead, just take your shoes, socks and shirt off and leave everything else on, for now."

Apparently, a bare chested, and bare footed, nearly naked young teenager, blindfolded and gagged with his hands tied behind his back, wouldn't raise any parental questions in the Danto house, but then who am I to judge on these things? Still they must have seen me for we even stopped at what had to be the living room from the sound of the TV, on the way to the stairs, so Donny could ask his parents what time they'd be back.

One thing I was impressed about was just how well Donny managed to tie me up. Most boys, when they get to tie someone up for the first time, make the rookie mistake of just wrapping some rope around the wrists and knotting it. Donny, though, seemed to know what he was doing, making sure my wrists were crossed over first, then wrapping the rope in different directions to form a figure eight before clinching it off in the middle and then placing the knot in a place where I'd never reach it.

"I made this gag myself," explained Donny, "Its a small ball wrapped in a scarf, with knots so that it can't move about. You'll have to open your mouth pretty wide so I can get it in."

I did as I was asked, letting the thirteen year old push the ball inside and then pull the ends of the cloth around behind my head where he tied them in a good tight knot that seated the ball deep inside my mouth, with my jaws far apart, and my tongue totally unable to do anything about either of those things.

"I'm going to put a rope around your neck so I can lead you, but don't worry I've put a non slip knot in it so you won't get strangled."

He didn't need to explain any of this to me although I'm glad he did as I was never too keen on the idea of being strangled, and it did had a good image to the slave game we were playing.

So anyway, like I said, I was bound, blindfolded, gagged, and almost naked, being lead from a rope around my neck when I met Mr. and Mrs. Danto although as they never actually spoke to me, it's also possible that they didn't know I was there. Still once we'd spent a few minutes standing around Donny gave a tug on the rope that got me to move forward, through the house, and up the stairs. Thankfully he did tell me there were stairs or else I'd have fallen right over them, but as it was, it wasn't that much of a trouble to get up onto the landing.

"Right stand there while I do something."

The 'something' wasn't long in coming and involved my shorts being pulled down to my ankles, leaving me totally naked, as I wasn't wearing anything underneath them. This would have been fun had it not been for the fact I could still hear not just the TV but his parents voices as they started to get ready to go out.

"LIft your leg up," urged Donny, trying to lift my foot so he could get my shorts from underneath them, but I really wasn't sure that was a good idea. At least not while I was out in public like this. I may be an exhibitionist – okay there's no 'may' about it I am one – but that's only in front of other kids, not adults and certainly not parents, who are the most fickle of all adults.

With all this in mind, I made sure my feet wouldn't be leaving the ground any time soon. Donny though had a cure for that, in the shape of some sort of paddle that he was soon giving a two-handed swing into my bum that almost had me falling flat on the floor.

"That's what happens to slaves who don't do as they are told." I was informed, but was naturally unable to answer due to the gag in my mouth. Behind the blindfold there were already tears in my eyes and that was just from one spank. Andrew James would have been so jealous.

"Are you going to do what I tell you or do I give you another one?"

It was as Donny asked the question when the TV was turned off, leaving the house in a strange silence, but for the sounds of movements not just downstairs but directly below where I was standing, all tied up, gagged and blind, with a bum that was stinging like crazy. I raised my foot.

"That's better," mumbled Donny, but not to me so I thought that Joe had to be somewhere nearby no doubt getting off on having his little brother boss me about, which I probably would have been had my bum not been stinging quite so much.

"I've another surprise for you."

There was a rattle of chains, then the feel of steel around my ankles followed by the snap of two locks, as I was fitted with a pair of home made shackles. "These are like the ones you were wearing the other day only I@ve made the chain shorter so you can't run away."

I don't know about running but I could barely walk the was so little slack between my ankles, leaving me with no option but to take short little steps or else the metal would press into my skin.

"Right let's get you cleaned up, shall we. Slaves have to be kept clean."

That last bit Donny said was one of the rules I'd put into the note apparently from my 'master' lending me to the Danto brothers for the evening. It, like most of the other things, were to prevent anything too horrible happening, as I wasn't totally stupid and knew there were things a couple of bullies like them could get up to if they had someone totally at their mercy.

"Get in the tub. On wait, the blindfold, you can't see can you?"

I couldn't of course, but then I could as the blindfold was removed and I found myself in a what an estate agent would call a 'compact' bathroom. There was no shower, as there just wasn't room, so a hose had been fitted to the taps on the bath, and it was under that which Donny clearly was intending to wash me down. This of course meant I had to get over the side of the bath which I couldn't do with my ankles chained together. Thankfully I'd been tied up enough in the past to know how to get around that issue and sat on the edge, near one end, so I could lean back against the wall, as I swung my legs over. The hardest part being standing up again without using my hands.

"Good job," was my reward, "Now wait there while I get some stuff ready."

The 'stuff' smelt funny and required Donny to put on some rubber gloves before he could handle what was coming out of the small plastic bottle, and which he put all over my legs, down my arms. and even around my tackle, although Donny was careful not to actually touch anything down there. This made my skin tingle a bit but other than the smell wasn't so bad.

"There that takes a few minutes so we can do something else while we wait."

Turning to the sink, Donny opened a cupboard taking down a few things I couldn't see as the bathroom wasn't big enough for me to be able to see past him, even though he was quite small for his age. It only after a few minutes, when he shut the taps off and turned around that I saw the bulging hot water bottle with a rubber tube attached to it which Donny hung on the shower rail, with the tube hanging down.

None of this was he clearly didn't expect me to recognise even though as far as he knew, I was the slave boy of a master who kept me tied up in various places and loaned me out for other boys to play with, given them instruction about what they could do. Despite all this when he turned around with a long plastic tube with a rounded, end covered in Vaseline he clearly expected me to be surprised by what he was doing.

"It's an enema." he told me, his face beaming, "I'm going to give you an enema. Turn around and bend over."

Playing the obedient slave boy I did as I was told, also leaning forward, so that it would be easier for him to get the nozzle inside me.

Carefully, as if following metal instructions inside his head, Donny, used his still gloved hand to spread open my bum cheeks and guide the nozzle between them to my hole. Once he'd made contact he used surprisingly little preassure to slowly push it inside me.

There was a bit of a sting as the wide part of the nozzle slid up my bum, not it wasn't as large as something that had been there and didn't last long before the narrow section of the hose allowed my hole to close up a little to a more comfortable size.

The next few things all happened behind me so I couldn't see them, but there was enough movement to make it fairly obvious what was going on, as Donny attached the hose from the hot water bottle to the nozzle sticking out of my bum and then opened the value on the tube so the water could rush into me.

If you've never had an enema before let me tell you that the first rush into you is a weird feeling, as is the one of your stomach starting to fill up. However that doesn't last long until the fullness goes from odd to slightly painful and even cramps at which point I started to wiggle, and Donny, thankfully knew enough of what he was doing to close the valve for a short while.

While I waited for my insides to relax, Donny went to the end of the bath where he took up another hose, the one attached to the taps and started a tepid flow of water, with which he started to wash away the smelly lotion he'd put on me.

Part way through this there was a rumble in my stomach as the water already inside me started to find new places to go, allowing Donny to open the valve once more so the rest could drain into me, using nothing more but the forces of gravity.

By the time I was rinsed off on the outside, my insides were totally full and I had a full on erection from both those things.

"You really like being a slave boy, don't you?" Donny said with some glee as he reached up and gave the hot water bottle an extra squeeze pumping the last of the water into my rear. "And you took all the water too. Wow."

"Right tighten up back there, while I take the hose out, and try not to leak or else you'll have to clean it up."

The tube came out with a sort of sucking noise and I had to stand there clutching my bum tight closed while Donny finished up with the tap hose rinsing the lotion from my skin, and along with it all my body hair.

"Slaves aren't allowed to have hair." Donny repeated another of the rules I'd written.

Finally I was allowed to step out of the bath and empty myself into the toile which was a great release in more ways than once as my tummy was sticking out like it does on a little kid. Mind you so was my erection and that's a lot less like a little kid, but still you get the idea?

The End