U. N. Known Writer

26 Cousins

1. Austin & Bailey

—11 and 13 yo—

"Are you sure this is going to work, Matthew?" my cousin asked me for what had to be the hundredth time since I'd first suggested the idea.

"Sure it will Austin," I reassured the eleven year old. "You followed the plan didn't you?"

"I think so."

It wasn't the most convincing statement, so just to make him – and myself – feel that little bit better I went back over the steps, just as I'd laid them out on my plan. "You took and hid the books didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Making sure no one else got into trouble, right?"

It was his turn to sigh this time, as this was the one point that I'd insisted on. There was no way I wanted anyone else to suffer for what was happening. Other than me, obviously.

"You took the note from my parents and gave it to the prefect, explaining how it was all my fault and suggesting what he should do about it?"

"Yeah," he smiled at what had been written not by my parents at all, but by me, as after all this entire thing was completely my idea.

"Right then. So everything is done and now all we have to do is wait," I settled back onto the hard bench we were both currently sitting on, outside the prefect's room, of the exclusive prep school where Austin and the other kids from the nearby local school, occasionally played sports due to a lack of suitable facilities at their own place of education.

"Yeah but," he paused in what he was going to say as a group of small boys dressed in the school's smart uniform filed passed. Seeing us sitting there they instantly whispered and giggled between themselves, "But what if Bailey doesn't do what you want and calls Mum or something."

"He won't," I measured him, "Like I said, he won't want to get into trouble himself for loosing the books in the first place. Now he's got the books back he'll want to sort it all out himself now he knows who did it."

"But you didn't do it. I did."

I sighed again, Austin was a great kid but he really wasn't the smartest of my cousins – and I've got a LOT of cousins, as you'll discover reading this – but he was the only one, with access to the particular classroom, and he had told me the rumours about how a couple of prefects, who also happened to be twins and head boy and head girl, liked to punish the little kids, so I'd had to use him. "He doesn't know that though does he, so he'll just blame me and that'll be the end of it."

Thankfully Austin didn't get to say anything else as right then the door beside us opened and a boy a little younger than myself stepped out and told us to go inside.

I exchanged a quick look at my cousin, to confirm this was the boy we'd come to see. A brief nod, not to mention a worried looking face, confirmed that it was, so I went inside, allowing Austin to make a run for it, as I was on my own from here on in.

Bailey – I didn't find out if that was his first or last name until I met his sister – was dressed much smarter than I was, as befitted his status, mentioned to a hard wooden chair in front of a small desk while he himself went around the other side, sitting down to read the note that I wasn't meant to know the contents off, but had of course actually written.

"Well Matthew," he said, a few seconds later, "What have you got to say for yourself?"

Now, normally, any fourteen year old, would have gone into one at being spoken to like he was a little kid, but I didn't have that luxury, not if I wanted my plan to go off without a hitch. INstead of being confrontational, I had to make this as easy as I could for him, as after all he was a prefect in a prep school so used to dealing with little kids. Not teenagers.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at my trainers as if I was actually sorry, "It was just a joke. That's all."

Bailey looked like he was thinking for a moment, before he quoted something from the not: "Well it wasn't much of a joke if a pupil of this school had been spanked for it, would it."

I looked shocked, or at least that's what I hoped I looked like, as I said "I didn't know anyone would get spanked!"

"Well, Matthew," Bailey smiled, "What you don't know can in fact hurt you!"

"You mean, I'm going to be…" I paused for effect, "…spanked?"

"Indeed, as your parents say, it is only fitting that you receive the same punishment for your misdeeds as would befall one of the school's own pupils."

It was so hard not to smile, when I heard Bailey parroting my own words back at me. Ironically Bailey took this as a sign of my discomfort, so like most bullies – for that was what he was – he then piled it on that little bit more, by telling me exactly what was going to happen.

"Your parents came up with a most intriguing but fitting punishment for you. Did you know, for example that a naughty little boy such as yourself will get spanked in front of their entire class."

Obviously I did know this, but I shook my head as if it was all news to me.

"And did you know that they can also get their little short trousers pulled down for the more serious offences, such as yours?"

Again, I did, but pretended that I didn't.

"That is part of the punishment, to be embarrassed in front of your peers, while you are spanked like a naughty little boy."

You could almost hear the excitement in Bailey's voice as he laid out what would have been the clincher, "Of course, you can't have your shorts pulled down if you're not wearing them, can you?"

My eyes were forced open wide, as if I was only now realising what was going to happen. "No. You can't mean…"

"That is exactly what I mean," Bailey sat back in his chair, savouring his moment, but that didn't stop him from waving the letter at me once more, "Your parents thinks that you should be punished in the EXACT same way, so that is what is going to happen."

Pushing his chair back from the table, Bailey made sure that it scrapped across the wooden floor loud enough to make me jump, as he took out a box from under the desk and put it on top. Inside were several uniforms similar to those I'd seen the younger boys walking around the school in, and which had started the particular fantasy I was now attempting to act out, with Bailey's unwitting help.

"This one should fit you," he said, pulling one out from the top, which no doubt he'd previous selected, just as I'd hoped he would. "I suggest you put them without further ado. Unless of course, you would like to call your parents to help you?"

There were several things wrong with Bailey's threat. The least of these was that he didn't actually have a telephone, but there was also that I was actually slightly bigger than him and under any other circumstances would have only been to happen to punch him in his overly smug, bullying face. Of course, the most important one was that my parents would never have agreed to his spanking me, which is why they knew nothing about this.

Left with no option but to do as I was told – not to mention that I wanted to – I stood up slowly and started to undress. Removing my shoes, socks, jeans, and t-shirt in a manner that would look reluctant, until I was standing there in the most garish boxer shorts I'd been able to find. The sole purpose of these was to get the reaction I was about to get.

"Those will never do. You'll have to wear the regulation ones."

Just why Bailey had a pair of plain white briefs in the drawer of his desk I would have loved to asked, but it just wasn't the time or the place so I said nothing, just took them from him.

I turned my back to change my underwear not because I was shy or anything like that, as I really wasn't. The simple truth was that I needed to hide just how much the entire scenario I'd created, was doing to me. Put basically, I didn't want Bailey to see the semi I had going on.

Thankfully, once the briefs were in place, there was little or no sign of anything embarrassing going on between my legs, or indeed, very much at all, as the briefs were so tight as to tuck my entire tackle almost entirely out of sight, while doing almost the opposite to my bum, which got itself both lifted and pushed together, in a way that made seemed to make it jut right out from my body.

"Now the rest of the uniform, or you'll be late for class, and I'll have to spank you for that as well."

There was an air of glee in Bailey's voice, that whilst not totally unexpected did give me a little cause for concern for what would shortly be happening. Yet, in the meantime I had more than enough to do, as I pulled on a school uniform the likes of which I'd never actually worn before.

Back at my own school, there really wasn't much concern about what we wore. Sure there was an approved list, but all it stated was black trousers, white polo shirt, dark blue sweatshirt and no trainers just like every other state school. However, Bailey's school was not only less general about their requirements, they even had different uniforms depending on how far you'd progressed through the system. Bailey himself, for example, wore neatly pressed black trousers, with a crease that could cut glass. A button fronted shirt so gleaming white, it could have blinded airline pilots, and even a tie that was complete with the school's crest. Meanwhile the uniform he'd given me, was for the newcomers and whilst similar, also differed in several key factors.

I wasn't given any instructions about which order I should get dressed in, so I just followed the way I'd worked out in my own fantasies, purposely leaving the trousers until last, as that, I figured was the most humiliating way to do it, and that was what I loved most of all. To be humiliated. It was, after all, what this entire situation, not to mention, my entire stay with Austin and his family, was all about.

Picking up the white shirt from the pile, I slipped my arms into the short sleeves, that left the majority of my arms bare. The buttons ran up the front, and I fastened them all, right the way up to the one right under my chin, even though it was a little tight around my throat.

A tie was next. A simple clip on thing, unlike Bailey's own which was fastened in a neat knot that no doubt he'd practised in front of a mirror to get perfect. I didn't need to do that, just clip the two sides to my collar and the tie was automatically in place, hanging down the front of my shirt, with the two length equal in lengths and the diagonal stripes of the school's colours, lining up all the way down.

Bending down, I could feel the tight briefs snuggly pulling on my bum, as I slipped a short ankle sock onto each of my feet. The tight elastic around the tops, making sure that they would remain up at the lower side of my shins no matter how energetically I may be kicking my legs later on.

Shoes followed the socks. These were a bit small, so took a bit of cramming my feet into, even before I pulled the single buckle across the top and fastened it down, safe in the knowledge that they wouldn't be coming off unless someone took them off.

Finally it was time to put on the one thing I would never have been able to wear had it not been for the elaborate scenario I was now playing out, as there is just nowhere else a fourteen year old like me would be able to get proper little boy grey school shorts.

I had literally nothing to say, as I stepped into the shorts and pulled them up my legs. The pale lining felt oddly smooth against my legs as it travelled over my knees and thighs, before covering the whiter shades of the briefs that were now struggling to keep my excitement aware from prying eyes.

One the shorts were up around my waist, I made sure – without being asked – to tuck my shirt in, before I took a deep breath and fastened the twin catches around my waist. There was no fly to zip up, and no pockets either for that matter, so I knew these were just the kid of shorts that were usually reserved for the little kids, yet they fit me almost perfectly, even if they were a touch on the tight side.

"Right then," Bailey got up from his seat when I'd finished dressing, "Time for class. Follow me."

He left the room, walking in as long strides as his not all that long legs would allow, clearly expecting me to follow him, with an air of someone who is used to be obeyed. I did obey of course, leaving the little room, and my normal clothes behind to trot down the now empty corridor, with the wonder of the fresh air blowing around my bared legs, until we came to a door a short way down the corridor.

"This is my form group," Bailey said with a clear sense of pride, before he opened the door and went in.

Slowly I followed.

Naturally the moment I walked into the room there were initial stares followed by a roars of laughter as around twenty little kids got to see someone roughly twice their age dressed exactly like they were.

"Quite down!" Bailey said once, gaining instant silence. "This is Matthew, he will be joining us for this period, as there is some unpleasantness we need to take care off at the end."

It took a few moments for the young minds to work out what this would be, but when they did, their mouths fell open, but they kept silent, as Bailey pointed to a spare desk that I should occupy.

There was nothing else for me to do but to sit at the little desk in the corner, even though it forced my bare knees up against the underside of the table, as it had clearly been constructed for someone both younger and smaller than I was.

Nothing much of interested happened in the first twenty minutes of the class. Bailey, sitting at the front, took the register, marking of the names as the pupils replied to his calling them out. Naturally I wasn't included in that, and neither was in all that interested in the various notices that were read out after it either. What I was waiting for came later, although first there was a little preview I hadn't been expected.

I wasn't really listening when Bailey called out a name of one of the little boys in the class, telling him to come to the front of the room. It was only the murmur that then went around that room that caused me to look up and here the little lad being chastised for something or other and being told to get over Bailey's knee.

The small boy sighed, as if this was no great surprise, or unusual event for him. He just stood there, waiting while Bailey turned his chair slightly to one side, and then the little lad bent over knees, with his short clad bottom pointing directly back at the rest of the class.

Instantly I felt myself stiffen inside the shorts, and risked looking down, even though I may have missed some of the action to see if this was at all noticeable. Thankfully it wasn't. The shorts and the briefs beneath them were just too tight for their to be any obvious lump, which was good.

My mind came back to the front of the room as I heard a loud series of slaps that had the small bottom bouncing for the minute or so it was spanked.

When it was over, the last slipped back down onto his feet, and without being told walked over to the corner of the room where he stood with his hands on his head, his back to the room, in a display that came directly from my imagination, only with me in his place.

"Matthew," I jumped hearing my name. Looking over I saw Bailey summoning me forwards with a bending finger, in probably the most patronising fashion possible. Yet, all the same, I got up from that desk, disentangling my long bare legs from beneath it, before I started the long walk to the front of the room until I was stood in front of the prefect.

"Now Matthew, you did something silly that nearly got everyone in this room in serious trouble, didn't you."

"Yes," I said, looking at the floor.

"If what you did had indeed been carried out by one of my pupils they would have received ten swots with the slipper, so you are going to get the same."

From behind his back Bailey produced an something that wasn't actually a slipper as such, but more of an old fashioned, and well worn by the looks of it, plimsoll, with elasticated sides, and a thick rubber sole, almost worn flat at the wide end.

"What you did was the most serious offence, and therefore you will receive the most serious of punishment. Get over my knee."

They were words I'd been waiting so long to hear although as things turned out they were a lot easier to hear than they were too do. Unlike the little kid that had gone before me, I just wasn't used to getting across someone's lap. Added to which I was a good deal bigger than that kid had been, so I couldn't just hang there as he had done. Instead, I had to balance myself with both my feet and my hands on the floor, on either side, so that all of my weight wouldn't just be on Bailey's thighs.

When finally I was settled, Bailey quickly got to work, before I even had time to prepare myself the living room was being slammed into my rear.

SWOT

A band of fiery pain burst through my bottom, quickly focusing my mind on what was happening. Yet I didn't make a sound. I just didn't have time to draw then needed air into my lungs, before the plimsoll was back again.

SWOT

This time I did cry out, sounding very much like the little kid being soundly spanked that I looked like, a process that continued as the next four blows landed.

SWOT! SWOT! SWOT! SWOT!

Up to this point the delivery had been bought down directly into the centre of my shorts, right in the middle of my bum, but for the next two Bailey changed tactic, and aimed lower, delivering twin sharp blows not onto my bum at all, but onto my legs, right at the point where they met my rear, which is where you sit. And those really stung.

SWOT! SWOT!

My legs kicked as I anticipated, but my shoes and socks stayed on, but other than that I remained still, almost as if nothing was happening, while all the time my bottom was starting to burn up.

SWOT! SWOT!

Two more landed on my bottom. Not in the centre though, but one on each side, the rubber sole biting down on new territory that was soon stinging every bit as much as the rest was.

I was concentrating so much on what was happening that I didn't realise that Bailey was talking until I heard him mention my name.

"Matthew here, is older than all of you so really should have known better when he did his naughty thing. Therefore, just like his parents suggested in a letter to me, he is to be punished in a way that should be a warning too you all."

The note had actually said no such thing, just that he should spank me like spanks the boys in his form, but I wasn't in a position to say that, and certainly couldn't once he'd started to pull my shorts down.

There was a collective gasp from my young audience, as Bailey's fingers inserted themselves into the tight waistband of my shorts and started to pull. Now, it's possible that the prefect only intended to pull my shorts down and slipper me on my underpants, but what he actually did, was to totally bare my bum, as he was unable to get the shorts down without taking the briefs with them.

There was a total of five blows that were landed by that slipper on my bare bottom. All of them in exactly the same place, right on that same sit spot, and all were accompanied by what turned into a single long wail from me until some time after it was finished.

Eventually, Bailey told me to get up from his lap, but to leave my shorts and briefs right where they were, and to go to a different corner to the small boy who'd been spanked before me. This I did, walking awkwardly, not just due to the way my lower clothing was now tangled around my thighs but mainly to how my erection had become painfully trapped when they'd been yanked down.

Thankfully there wasn't much left of the period to go, only a few minutes so I wasn't stood there for long, although that did give me plenty of time to think back over my plan and to judge it to be a complete success, even if I did wince when I eventually got to gingerly pull my shorts back up, over my swollen bottom.

"I hope you have learnt your lesson, Matthew?" Bailey asked, still using the patronising voice he'd used with the little kids.

"Oh yes," I replied, my head kept lowered to hide my smirk, "I know what gets me spanked now."

Bailey gave me an odd look, as we reached his little office again, "Right. Well you can get dressed now, and we'll say no more about it, but remember, if you behave like a naughty boy, then you will get punished like one."

"Oh," I couldn't hide my smile, "I know that already."

—15 and 5 yo—

By now you've probably realised that I got off not just on being spanked but on being humiliated both in the way I'm dressed and how I'm treated, but what you don't know is how it started.

It all began a few months earlier back in my own town, with another set of cousins. This time I wasn't staying with them, as I would be with others, but they were staying with us for some reason that I forget.

It was strange having a houseful like that, as I an only child, but we had a big house so there was plenty of room, for two more adults and two kids. Well one teenager and a baby as Cole was fifteen and Daryl was just about turning five. Not that I got to see all that much of Cole, as he was always out someplace with his mates, but Daryl was fun to play with, so much so that I often found myself looking after him on my own.

The particular evening where I was find out just how much fun you can have whilst being humiliated, everything started out pretty ordinarily. Daryl and I watched a few of the cartoons he liked, we had the occasional tickle fight – Daryl loved these – and did some other stuff, that meant we went a little past Daryl's normal bedtime, which was fine at first but then he got to be a bit cranky, so it was time to put my foot down.

There was some argument on Daryl's part but not all that much, especially when I pointed out that if he didn't behave then I wouldn't be able to look after him again and he'd be stuck with Cole, who wasn't nearly as patient with him as I was. I didn't mean it of course, but it worked.

In the bedroom Daryl was using, his mum had laid out his night clothes ready for me, including the footed sleeper with the trains all over that he loved and the disposable nappy and plastic pants that went on beneath it. Despite being big for his age, Daryl occasionally wet the bed.

Just like I'd been taught, I took him into the bathroom, removed the shorts and t-shirt he'd been wearing and finally his underwear, which I noticed had a touch of yellow staining at the front. Making a mental note to decrease the length of time I would tickle him for, I carefully cleaned him, ensured he brushed his teeth and had a 'tinkle' before returning to the bedroom. It was at this point that it all went a bit wrong.

"I'm not a baby. I no nappy no more," the little naked lad defiantly said, his chubby arms crossed over his even more chubby stomach.

"Sorry, but you have to. Your mummy says so, and I'll get into trouble if you don't."

He thought about this for a second, cocking his head to one side, until he came up with the sort of logic that five year old's thrive on. "YOu don't nappy, so I don't nappy neither."

My first instinct was to correct his grammar – yeah I know! – but then I started to actually wonder about what he was suggesting. It was already getting late and I needed him in bed sooner rather than later, preferably asleep. I didn't want to force him into his nappy, as that's the sort of thing that Cole would do, so if there was an easier way to do the perhaps that was the answer. And anyway, I could always take the nappy off, once Daryl was in bed.

Okay, so perhaps I gave in to the idea of wearing a nappy rather too easily, but this wasn't the first time the suggestion had been made that I wear one. Sure Cole had probably been joking when he'd noted I was still small enough to fit into his little brother's nappies, but I'd still get an erection when he'd threaten to put me in one. Now I had the chance to find out if those two things were related, with no one finding out, but an excitable little kid.

"You wear nappy?" Daryl gasped, once more missing out nearly as many words as he actually said.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged not expecting him to answer, and he didn't. Not in words anyway. Instead he gave me his nappy.

It took me a few seconds to work out what to do with it. I'd been shown how to put it on Daryl, but that obviously wasn't the same as putting it on myself. Still it couldn't be that difficult and indeed it wasn't. All I had to do was open it up, lay it down on the floor and then sit on it, before fastening it closed.

The first time I tried it, I kept my clothes on, which not surprisingly Daryl complained about as that just wasn't how nappies were worn, so I took them off.

Sitting on the nappy, I'd only just managed to pull the front part up over my tackle, so it was laying flush on my stomach when Daryl raced over calling out that he wanted to help.

Daryl's pudgy little hands were surprisingly effective, as he worked the fastening strips that would attached the nappy to me, with an expert speed and grace.

The nappy fit me almost perfectly which gave me the weirdest mix of emotions. On one hand I was humiliated that I could wear something designed for someone so much younger than I was, yet at the same time, I could feel myself getting hard as I became accustomed to the tight softness of the nappy pressing against my private parts and across my bottom.

"Are you going to put yours on now?" I asked the small boy, but he had other ideas.

"No, you have wear pants," he picked the plastic pants from his bed, but I had other ideas pointing out that they would be too small for me – I hoped – however, I knew there was a larger pair as my Cole had mentioned that he'd have put me in Daryl's 'special' plastic pants, if he'd ever got me in a nappy, so those would fit. Thankfully Daryl knew where they were.

Unlike the pair sitting on the bed, the plastic pants I eventually stepped me feet into were not only much bigger but clearly thicker too with wide bands of elastic around the leg openings, and an almost belt like arrangement around the waist.

Daryl was clearly enjoying himself by this time, his sense of pride in being able to help me out, creating a smile on his face, that I didn't want to stop so I allowed him to more or less dress me. Not just holding the plastic pants out so I could step into them, but then to draw them up my legs to my waist and even to checked around me that all the nappy was inside them, just as I'd been taught. I barely even noticed the soft click that came from when he was behind me as he was speaking over it.

"Now fall off not," he said, in his weird Yoda like way.

It was Daryl's turn to get dressed after that, which he did, without any fuss at all. In fact he did most of the work himself, actually copying me, in putting the nappy on, and then letting me pull the plastic pants up on him.

Following that, there was no protesting as I pulled back the covers and one rather tired little boy slipped into bed, and seemed to fall asleep even before I'd tucked him in.

With my work done for the evening, I backed slowly out of the room, picking up my discarded clothes on the way, and flicking off the main light, leaving just the soft glow of the night light, bathing the sleeping child in a soft dreamy light, as I closed the door.

Standing in the hall, trying to remember if there was anything I needed to clear up downstairs, I heard the front door open downstairs, which made up my mind for me, and I made a bee line for my bedroom, where I soon had the door closed.

Safe in my own domain, I glanced across and saw myself reflected back from the full height mirror that was attached to my wardrobe, and wasn't prepared for what I saw. I looked like I was Daryl's age. Sure I was taller, my arms and legs were longer, and I didn't have any baby fat on me, but all the same, the way the nappy and plastic pants, looked on me was every bit the same way they looked on him. My bum looked enormous, while there the padding at the front, pushed my legs that little bit apart to give me the bow-legged stance that little kids have.

Footsteps coming up the stairs, prevented me from admiring myself anymore as that's what I'd been doing, for I liked what I was seeing, as my erection would testify, if it could be seen beneath the thick padding covering it.

It was with a sigh that I tried to peel down the plastic pants by inserting my fingers between them and my hips. Only I couldn't do it. There just wasn't enough slack in the waist band which I had taken to just be elastic like the legs but which was clearly much more than that, as right around the back there was a small clasp which when looked at in the mirror, proved to be a lock.

"Crap!" I said to myself, as I remember Cole saying something about Daryl sometimes taking his nappy off during the night 'if he could'. Clearly this was to prevent him doing just that, and now it was preventing me from doing the same. "Crap!"

I didn't panic for long, my mind soon turning to the problem of where the key would be, or more likely who would have it. Daryl's mum was the obvious candidate, although it could also have been in Daryl's room somewhere where he wouldn't be able to get it. That was probably my best bet. But I'd have to wait until whoever had just come home had gone to bed, before I dared cross the landing once more.

With nothing to do but the need to stay awake, I moved over to my laptop, carefully angling the screen so there wouldn't be too much light to give me away as I started to aimlessly search around the web, killing time.

IT didn't take long for the nappy to keep reminding me of what I was wearing. It was after all tight in places where I wasn't used to having thing tight, which was causing an erection that I just couldn't get at. Then there was the occasional crinkling noise coming from the plastic pants, that I tried to blot out by wearing head phones.

All in all, it's not surprising that eventually I ended up searching for examples of boys in a similar situation to what I now found myself in. There was a lot of them.

I read numerous stories of boys being forced to wear nappies, and humiliated as they were treated like babies in general, until I had my hand down between my legs rubbing away at the padding that covered my erection. My favourite was the story of a teenage bully who'd being given the full baby treatment by a group of younger boys he'd previously picked on. I'd just got to the part where he was being walked through the park, strapped into a pair of baby reins, with a dummy tied into his mouth, so that everyone could laugh at the thick nappies he was wearing – that being all he was wearing – when I came in my own nappy, with a force I'd never felt before.

For several minutes I just lounged back on my bed, with my lap top beside me as I recovered from what had to be amongst my greatest orgasms ever. IT only being while I relaxed that it hit me. I needed a wee.

It wasn't an issue. At least I assumed it wasn't. Logic was still on my side. All I had to do was to continue to wait until the house was quiet, then look for the key just as I was going to do before. Then, after I'd freed myself from the plastic prison I'd be able to make a far more standard nocturnal trip to the toilet to empty my bladder.

It didn't work out like that, at all.

I was laying in bed, thinking about anything other than having a wee, which of course meant that I was only thinking about having wee, when, before I realised it, I wasn't so much thinking about it, as doing it.

There was only a little bit to start with. A trickle, nothing more. A leak perhaps rather than anything major, which probably would have been okay, had I not then panicked.

Once panic set in, there was nothing I could do. As much as I didn't want to wee in a nappy, and then run the risk of being found in a wet nappy, the more I thought about stopping it, then the more it happened, until it was too late.

Now I had a real problem. The nappy I had on was designed for a little kid, albeit a fat one, so it was only meant to hold the output of a little kid's bladder, not one belonging to a teenager with a Pepsi habit. Consequently there wasn't nearly enough absorbant material to take all that I gave it meaning that the nappy was soon overwhelmed and then overflowed.

Soon it wasn't just the nappy that was saturated but the plastic pants as well. Some frantic checking on my part showed that they at least did their job and didn't leak, although that just meant that my bum got wetter and wetter instead.

It was now or never. I had to get changed so I was up and on my feet a split second later, only to feel the contents of the plastic pants sloshing about, which was the weirdest feeling ever.

Moving slowly I went to my door, and listened for any sounds of life. Thankfully there was nothing, so I opened the door and peeked outside. All was quiet and still, just as it should have been at that time of night as I stepped out into the hall, across to Daryl's room.

The night light made it easy to find my way though into the room, checking that Daryl is still sleeping, which he is, splayed out on his bed like he'd been dropped from a great height, with his arms and legs bent in almost impossible angles, yet with his head still turned in my direction.

A quick panic flashes through me, when I see his eyes move, until I realise they're still closed and it's just his lids fluttering as he dreams of whatever it is five-year-old dream about.

Keeping well clear of the bed – the last thing I wanted was Daryl waking up wanting to play, or worse yet all cranky and loud – I check the top of the furniture in his room, moving as quietly as someone in a crinkly nappy with wee sloshing about in plastic pants, can do. I find nothing.

There's only one option left now. The bedside table, which is right next to the sleeping child. Still there's nothing for it. I have to try there but how. If I walk over, I'll pass directly in front of the night light putting Daryl's head in shadow which would be bound to wake him up. It's no good I'll have to duck down underneath it.

Dropping to my knees causes the wee to go in different direction which it continues to do as I start to crawl on my hands and knees along side the bed, which I find funny as I'm now not only dressed like a baby but I'm moving about like one.

Despite my best effort there's nothing on top of the bedside unit, but there is a drawer so I check that as well while I'm there. However I still can't raise my head for fear of blocking the light, so I open it from underneath, and then drop my hand over the top and start to rummage around for anything that could possible be a key.

There's not much in the drawer, but eventually I do discover something that feels like hard plastic and it's got a sort of ring on it. You know, like a key ring would have. Instantly, I snatch my hand out, and begin my retreat as Daryl stirs in his sleep, only realising what I'm actually holding, once I've reached the far end of the bed. It isn't a key at all, but a baby's dummy of all things which was now somehow stuck on my thumb. Brilliant.

Clearly there would be no victory tonight, so I beat a full retreat back to my bedroom where at least I am able to remove the dummy from my hand, and vent a little bit of frustration by throwing it onto my bed where I follow it.

"Well, well, well!" were the words I woke up to, even though I had no idea I'd actually been asleep yet my eyes were all crusted over, and my head was all fogged up, so clearly I had been. That still didn't explain why Cole was standing in front of my bed staring down at me.

Instinctively I curled my legs up, as if doing that would hide the plastic pants and nappy I was wearing, when in fact it just made them announce themselves in a fit of rustling. Oh and if that wasn't enough. Now I needed a poo.

"Just why are you wearing Daryl's nappy?" my fifteen year old smirked, as if there was nothing I could say that would make what he was seeing, normal. And, well, there wasn't, so I fell back on that old favourite. The truth.

"I put them on to get Daryl to wear his and now I can't get them off."

"Interesting," Cole's smirk got wider, if that were possible, "So what you're saying is that you put them on yourself."

"To help Daryl," I reiterated.

"That's not the way our mum usually does it, though is it," he started to do what any older teen would do, he started to wind me up, "So perhaps you want to be a baby when you grow up."

At this point the last thing I should have said was something to annoy him further, but of course that's exactly what I did. "What are you stupid. That doesn't even make sense."

"Stupid am I?" he stood, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'm not the one wearing a nappy."

Still I couldn't stop myself. "No but you're the one that'll get into trouble if his parents find out he's been sneaking out around town all night."

"That so!" his head cocked to one side, which on Daryl had looked cute, but on someone his size, just looked really menacing. "Well we can soon even that up easy enough."

For a weirdest minute I actually through Cole was going to put a nappy on so we'd be in the same predicament, but that's not what he meant at all, as I found out when he grabbed hold of my arm and hauled me up out of my bed.

"What are you doing?" I yelled before he reminded me that it was in my best interests to keep quiet and not wake everyone else up.

"Maybe this will help you keep quiet," Cole concluded his warning by giving me the dummy I'd accidently taken from Daryl's room.

By this time my bedroom door was opening, and I dared not say anything, but nor could I get away from the iron fast grip Cole had on my arm. He was only a year older than me, but while I was only just starting to experience the pleasures of puberty, he'd completed the entire process a good two years earlier. This meant that not only could he could get into the less fussy pubs, but that there was no way I could beat him in a fight, not without getting seriously hurt in the process. And while I'm sure a hospital would have been able to get me out of locked plastic pants without any trouble, there would be questions that just weren't worth it.

Cole said nothing as he re-traced the steps he'd only just taken to get into my room in the first place. The two of us heading a short way down the landing, to the back stairs, which we descended into the kitchen, and then onwards to the back door, which Cole always ensured remained on the latch, for ease of access.

That's right. In a flash, I'd gone from my bedroom, and ended up in the garden where I was soon as alone as I had been up in my room. No sooner had Cole got me outside, then he'd turned tale, gone back inside, and then snapped the backdoor latch into the locked position.

I was stunned for a moment. Standing there, on the start of the path that ran around our house wearing nothing but an overflowed nappy, plastic pants and with a dummy stuffed in my mouth.

The dummy was the first thing to go. Spat out, as I finally came back to my senses. The backdoor was obviously locked, so there was no point trying that. The windows were all closed, so again nothing doing there. Mentally I worked my way around the house. Ticking off each entry way until I came up with one that had the best hope of success. The garage. THe up and over door to the garage. It would be locked, but there was an automatic opener, that had an over-ride code and I knew the number from when I got the mower out to do the lawns. The drawback was it at the front of the house but, hey, it was still night so no one was going to see me.

My first stop was the back gate. This was bolted but the bolt was on my side, so that wasn't an issue. I just had to check there was no one about before I slid it open and then padded my bare feet around onto the drive way.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Why did dad have to go for the gravel drive when he could have easily have had the block work one that wouldn't have made me bounce around from one leg to the other, which did nothing for the contents of my nappy.

Finally I made it to the garage control panel. Opening it, I punched in the code, waiting for a nervous second while nothing happened, before the door motor came to life and the door started to rise.

"What the hell!" came a voice from behind me, as a paper boy flew down the road impossibly early to get to the local store from where'd collect his papers.

Screeching bike breaks, forced my hand, as there was no way I was waiting for the kid to come back to check what he'd seen. Instead I ducked down, and pretty much rolled under the still rising door, like someone from a bad action movie. Once inside I slammed my hand on the close button, sending the still rising door into reverse and saving me from any more explanations.

Pausing for a moment I catch my breath, thankful for at least one narrow escape, before realising another one is in my grasp. I'm in the garage, obviously, the back wall of which is covered with dad's tools. Tools that would make short work of a plastic lock on plastic pants. Only I never get to try them.

"Hello again!" It's a voice behind me. Cole's voice. He's standing in front of the door leading into the main house. A door that's closed, and he's holding the key. This wasn't good.

"You're not thinking of damaging Daryl's clothes are you?" he teased me, wagging his finger about in a fairly decent impression of his mother.

"It's the only way," I protest, but he has another suggestion.

"Well I could help you."

"You could!" I said, just like that, as a statement not a question, as Cole helping me was about the last thing that was going to happen.

"Yes, I've changed nappies before, so I know what I'm doing."

"I don't need changing. I need out."

"That's not what it looks like from here," the finger waggled some more, "You've wet yourself so therefore you need changing. Of course, I could just leave you like that until the morning. Which would you prefer?"

"I…" I started to say, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Or would you prefer that I wake out parents up and let them deal with you. How about that?"

At least that was one thing I knew he wouldn't do, not just because he'd get into trouble as well, but it telling adults just wasn't something we kids did. Of course, that meant my options were limited to just the two. Neither of which was great, so I choose the one that would at least mean I wasn't sitting in my own wee anymore.

"Good. In that case you'll need to get a new nappy from Daryl's room," Cole turned, opening the door behind him.

"Me? Can't you do it?"

"Why? I don't want one. You do. Now go."

I went. Scooting past him as fast as I could yet not able to escape the slap his hand gave to my plastic covered, and padded bum. Something that was repeated a couple of times as we made our way back up the stairs to Daryl's room.

It only took two seconds once I'd checked Daryl was still sleeping splayed out like road kill, and then to nip into the room, snatch a fresh nappy from the bag in the corner and then return to my bedroom where Cole is waiting.

"Sit on that," Cole told me, having laid out the clothes I'd been wearing before nappy in the centre of my carpet as a makeshift changing mat. "Now roll onto your stomach!"

This I do as it allows Cole to feel around the waist of the plastic pants to the lock holding them on me, while I formulate a plan.

It works too. I've no idea how Cole manages to unfasten the plastic pants, but I'd guess there isn't a key at all, just some sort of catch I didn't know about, as it only takes a second to release it, at which point I make my move. Leaping up to my feet I catch him by surprise, and make it to my door before he's even realised I've gone. From there I'm out in the hall once more, but only for a second before I'm in the bathroom, with the door locked, and stepping into the bath to finally get the nappy off.

From there it was easy, to drop the plastic pants down, untape the nappy, and let it drop with a rather loud squelch. At once dry fresh air floods in and my prick leaps up to welcome it but I haven't got time for that now.

Shoving the sodden nappy to one end of the tub, I take up the shower nozzle and after setting the water temp, let it do it's job in and around, and everywhere that it has to in order to remove the cold wee from between my legs, and from the feel of it, half way up my bum.

Soap follows, until everything down there in once more pristine, and quite possible shiny although still my prick points northwards. Nothing wrong with that. I was a teenager after all.

There was just one more thing I had to do and that was to get rid of the nappy. Thankfully that's what windows were invented for, so out it goes, landing in a bush from where I was able to retrieve it the next morning and give it a more suitable burial.

Leaving the bathroom, everything is back as it could be. There's no sign of Cole, and my bed is all ready and willing to welcome be back to the sleep I should have been enjoying in the first place just as soon as I'd dealt with my erection in the time honoured fashion.

That wasn't the end of the matter though. As I couldn't help but wonder if Cole would want to get his own back for my skipping out on him. He said nothing about it, but that didn't stop me from wondering just what it was he could do, until I reached the point where I actually ended up organising it for him.

That though, as they say on a certain car show, is something we'll pick up later.

—12 and 11 yo—

"This would make a great prison," I said, as the three of us were finishing clearing out one of the stables.

Elliot and Fin lived on a farm. Well it wasn't really a farm as such as they didn't have fields and grow stuff, but they did have a farm house, some stables, kennels, a chicken coop and some other stuff that made it look like a farm.

Anyway, during my fourteenth year, following the evens with Cole and Daryl, I got moved around through my many sets of Aunts and Uncles, so naturally ended up at the farm where, I was expected to help out the two young boys with their chores. This was only fair I guess, but didn't stop me from planning some of my games. In this case. Prisoner.

"It would not," protested Elliot, landing another load of hay on the smooth concrete floor. "There's no bars for a start."

"Don't have to be," I replied, leaning on my broom, "Those wooden slats are more than enough to stop someone getting out."

"But they're the wrong way round," pointed out Elliot and sure enough the stable wasn't made from metal bars running from top to bottom like the sort of jails we'd all seen on telly, but as I explained, the thick horizontal timber slats, were securely nailed to the stout support beams, close enough together that no one, not even a boy like we were, could get between them, so once locked in, they'd be stuck there until they were let out.

"Rubbish!" was the only thing Elliot said to my fairly reasonable argument, but it was enough for me to give him the challenge.

"I can prove it. You lock me in and I won't be able to get out."

He scoffed at that just like I knew he would, "You won't want to get out more like."

"How about if we make it so that I do want to get out."

That caught his attention, so much that he put his pitch fork to one side, as he asked me just how we could do that.

I pretended to think for a moment, even though I'd known what I was going to do since I'd seen this particular stable, on my arrival, and subsequent inspections that it was indeed rather like a wooden prison cell where naughty boys could be locked up and, naturally humiliated, "What about, if I strip down to my undies before you lock me in. Then I'd want to get out before people see me."

Now, Elliot was twelve, and just on that cusp of puberty, so I figured he'd be interested to see what a slightly older boy like me, looked like, especially after I caught him checking me out when we changed for bed the night before. Plus, of course, he was still young enough to find the idea of someone in their underwear, worthy of a giggle, so it didn't take him long to agree to my suggestion, just as I knew he would.

It was mid morning when I mage the challenge but already it was getting quite warm in the stable, so it wasn't too much of an issue for me to pull off my t-shirt which had become slightly grubby anyway, and then to thumb down the shorts I was wearing, leaving me in just my shoes – no socks – and pair of boxers.

"Can you get a lock for the door?" I asked as I placed my clothing over the handlebars of the wheelbarrow and pushed it outside the stable.

"Why? Can't I just lock you in using the bolt?" Elliot asked, not unreasonably. I had an answer for that though.

"No, it'll be better with a proper lock, that needs a key, so there's no way I can get out on my own."

Odd thing was, Elliot was meant to want me to get out, as per our challenge, but he accepted my argument enough though it would make my escape impossible, and went to fetch a padlock from the store room at the other end of the stable block.

By the time Elliot had returned, I'd already put all of the tools we'd been using outside the stable and closed the door, so all he had to do was thread the padlock to the locking rings and snap it closed to seal me in.

"There," he said, "Now you're like one of the ponies."

Stepping up to the thick wooden crossbars that covered the door as well as making up the walls, I gave them a quick tug, but there was no give in them.

"Hey, I was thinking?" Elliot said from the other side, "May be you should give me your pants and shoes as well."

Naturally I asked why, clearly surprised as this had been my original plan, but had decided to go with keeping my underwear so as not to freak the younger boy out too much.

Elliot swallowed something in his throat and said, "No reason," but I was fairly sure I saw a reason peeking out the front of his track suit bottoms, when he turned to pick up my clothes.

"Hey, where you going with them?" I asked.

"Keep them safe. You don't want someone wondering off with them, do you?" He said, which would have been a good argument if he had not being doing that exact same thing. "I'll be back later to see how you're doing."

I waited until Elliot had cleared the end of the row, before I tried rattling on the locked door one more time. Naturally it didn't give this time either, so I inspected my new prison more closely, not that there was much to see. There was just wood everywhere, from floor to ceiling, none of which was likely to give way even if I did make the slightest motion to try to break out, which I wasn't going to do. I wanted to be locked in. I just wasn't prepared for the heat.

You'd think that something made up of slatted wood, would have been fairly well ventilated, and perhaps it was at other parts of the day, but the roof was made of metal, and that as I soon found out, trapped the heat like you wouldn't believe.

It wasn't long before I was starting to sweat despite my lack of clothing. The air was still, and not surprisingly had the smell of horse, and even though we'd just cleaned the stall out, there was also the lingering smell of what horses leave behind them. None of which I was particularly used to, although it never seemed to bother Elliot or Fin, or the rest of their family, it has to be said. And then there were the flies.

The moment the door locked, and I couldn't get out, it seemed the entire fly population of the world, spied me as fresh meat to pick on although thankfully as the morning wore on they eventually found other places to go.

From time to time, I did actually attempt to escape, even though I didn't want to. Guess it was like one of those old war movies where the prisoners of war have a duty to try, so I did too.

First I turned my attention to trying to squeeze between the slats making up the walls or even the door, but those, as I suspected were just too close together for me to get through, as thin as I was. So I turned my attention back to trying to remove one of the slats, but all were firmly fixed, and wouldn't even budge a little bit. I guess I could have tried to kick one, to see if it would break, but (a) I couldn't risk the damage and (b) they'd been built to take a kick from a pony, so I doubted a teenage boy would be able to do anything to them.

With the timbers, not going to let me out I started to focus on the metal work. There was nothing I could use to remove any of the screws holding the slats in place, plus the hinges were the drop sort, so to do anything with them I'd have to lift the entire door up, which wasn't going to happen when it was closed. That only left the lock itself.

Pushing my hands and arms through the slats I could just about reach the padlock – and would have been able to release the bolt if that had been all that was used to lock me in – but of course, without a key there was no way I could release it. So that was that.

Finally I flopped down on a pile of straw satisfied that I was trapped until someone came along and let me out. That was something over which I had no control, but that only made it more exciting. Not knowing how long it would be until I was free, and not knowing just who it would be that would find me like this, locked up in my underwear.

Fact is I half expected Elliot to come back after a few minutes, but he didn't and I discovered something I hadn't expected about being locked up. It was very, very boring.

"Wow you weren't making it up!"

I must have dozed off a little, as the words made me jump when I heard them and I found Elliot had returned, this time accompanied by his little brother.

"This is my new pony, Matt," The older sibling said, showing off a little as big brothers have a tendency of doing.

Fin's nose wrinkled as he sniffed, "He sure smells like one of your ponies."

"Like your dogs don't stink!" retorted Elliot, immediately.

"Not like that they don't," The eleven year old defended his predegree pets.

"They don't wear shoes and boxers either," I butted into the argument, trying to get Elliot's attention. SOmething that worked somewhat better than I'd hoped.

"No they don't," he said, "So you shouldn't either."

"Yeah right!" I scoffed, knowing full well that it would get their back up. Which is also the reason why I put my hands on the slats of the door before making my challenge. "BUt there's nothing you can do about that, is there?"

It took a few seconds for the plan I'd planted into their heads to come into action. The brothers were lively, country kids, used to rough housing, especially with each other, and other's their own age, so they knew deep down what I wanted them to do. They just had to get up the courage to do it with an older boy. Thankfully they did.

Elliot reacted first. Grabbing my wrists, he pulled them right the way through the slats until I was pulled right into the wooden door on the other side. It being at this point that Fin worked out what he was meant to be doing, and after encouraging his brother to hold me still, he reach through the slats himself and started to tug on the waistband of my boxers.

Keeping in character of a teenager who doesn't want to be stripped naked by his younger cousins, I tried to dance back from the door, but made out Elliot's grip was too strong, although I didn't need to do that much acting as thanks to all the work he did around the stables he was quite strong. Meanwhile, Fin managed to work my boxers down, by slipping his hands in and out of alternating slats. HOwever at the bottom he had problems getting my boxers over my shoes, so did the only thing he could. He removed my shoes.

One by one, my feet were picked up, and my last remaining clothes were snatched away under the bottom of the door, reducing the brothers into fits of giggles as they clutched their prizes. Elliot releasing my arms so that finally I could staggered back from the door as naked as the day I was born.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked, my hand over my tackle, not because I was shy, but as it seemed the sort of thing I should be doing.

My cousins stopped their laughing, settling down, as my underwear was put inside one of my shoes along with my socks which were then put to one side. "I don't know," Elliot eventually said, leaving it to me to prompt them some more.

"You're parents are going out after lunch, you can't leave me in here, naked until then? WHat are you going to say that I'm having lunch out here, so they won't miss me?"

"Yeah that's exactly what we're going to do," Elliot smiled, prompting his brother, "Come on, let's go and do that."

"No!" I shouted as they left taking my shoes with them, but I was smiling as I said it.

I knew that I would have at least an hour before the brothers would be returning, which was more than enough time to do the thing I'd wanted to do since I'd been locked in, and the real reason I'd been covering my tackle when I was stripped. I needed to deal with my erection.

First though I needed to feel more like a prisoner, so I made myself up a bed from the loose straw which wasn't all that comfortable, but then what prisons were. The ground was hard, the straw poked and pricked me in various places, and of course it was still hot and humid, but all the same my erection throbbed at the situation.

It didn't take long before I was gasping, as that familiar wonderful feeling washed over me, and I came, shooting the thin milky liquid that was all I could produce, on to my stomach and chest. It was my first ejaculation whilst in simulated captivity but it wouldn't be my last, as I drifted off to a what turned out to be a short lived sleep.

I woke with something prodding my thigh. Looking up I saw my cousins had returned to stand at the slatted door, through which Elliot had pushed a long stick, which is what he'd just to rouse me.

"Wake up!" Fin shouted, as if I hadn't already done that.

"I'm awake," I pointed out, unaware in my slightly sleepy state, that this wasn't the only thing I was showing off as I got to my feet.

"Hey look," gasped Fin, pointing directly at the crusty marks that were on my lower belly. "He's had a wank."

"So!" I replied, "I'm a teenager that's what we do."

"Well you shouldn't," Fin said with the authority of a boy who'd been caught playing with himself too many times. "It's bad for you."

There was an argument to be had there, but rather than doing that I did what I always did. I turned the situation to my advantage, by reminding Fin of something his dad had told me about, how they deal with some of the young male dogs which I turned into a challenge that ended with the phrase: "It's not like you can stop me."

"We so could," Elliot replied, speaking for both of them.

"Oh yeah," I pushed, "How are you going to do that? Are you going to tie me up as well. Cos I can get out of anything that you do. NO problem."

"You won't."

"I will."

"You won't."

We went down that route for a minute or two, until they were really worked out, at which point I issued them another challenge, that was, it has to be said, somewhat similar to the one that had landed me naked in a locked stable in the first place.

"So you're going to let us tie you up any way we want?" summarised Elliot once the negotiations had been complete, "And if you can get out then we let you go?"

"Right," I agreed, "And if I can't then you get to tie me up again, in a different way, and so on, until I can get out. Agreed?"

They were boys of twelve and eleven with the chance to tie their teenage cousin, so of course they agreed.

IT took a few minutes for the boys to get together everything they wanted for tying me up but soon they were back unlocking the stall and coming in carrying several leather straps, that I knew were parts of horse bridles. "Remember you promised not to fight us," Fin, the smallest of the two, and therefore the most likely to get hurt, if I did, said.

"I agree."

"Okay then," Elliot took the first of the straps, and told me to turn around.

I did as I was told trying to keep my excitement down as Elliot took hold of both my arms and pulled them behind my back ready to tie my hands together. Only he didn't do that. At least not at first. Instead his intention went higher up my arms, to a place above my elbows. There he looped a leather band around my arms, and then tightened it all the way until my arms were very nearly touching each other behind my back. Only when that was done, did he cross my wrists over, and bind them in lop after loop of criss-crossing leather, until there was no way I was every going to get them apart.

"You can lie down now."

It wasn't easy with my arms bound behind my back like that, but by dropping onto my knees and then more or less falling onto my side, I was able to end up looking up at my cousins. Of course, as I was lying on my arms, I couldn't cover myself any more so both of them got a great view of my tackle in all it's glory while there was nothing I could do about. It was humiliating and great all at the same time. So much so that I started to get hard again.

"Looks like your turn little bro," Elliot nudged Fin who instantly pulled a long thin piece of leather cord from the pocket of his jeans.

WIth the nimble fingers of youth, and a total lack of embarrassment, Fin made short work of binding my tackle. First he made a slip knot in the cord with his slipped around my groin, so that everything was inside it. Then he proceeded to wrap the remaining cord in a figure eight fashion twice about my nuts, and then another loop around my sac before the trailing ends went several times around the base of my erection.

The effect of this was instantaneous. The cord biting into my tender flesh slightly, both exciting me, and keeping my erection has hard as it could be, whilst making it impossible to do anything about it, even if I didn't have my hands bound so securely behind my back.

Whilst his brother had been taking care of my tackle, Elliot made short work of my ankles, which were also crossed over and bound in the strong leather cord.

ONce the brothers had finished with their individual tasks they combined to flip me over onto my belly once more, which caused me to make a loud gasp as naturally this put a lot of weight down on my bound privates, but they weren't concerned about that. Instead they were busy bending my legs, at the knees so that my bound ankles could be pulled all the way up to my equally bound wrists, and the two them tied together.

"There you are, hog tied like an animal. See if you can get out of that?"

Looking up from my place on the stray, I saw them both staring down at me, looking like giants, but I was unable to say anything due to the multitude of feelings I was getting, partly from being rendered helpless, but mostly from the throbbing in my tackle.

Suddenly all three of us were uncomfortable, albeit for different reasons, prompting Elliot to suggest to his brother that they leave me there to see if I could escape, but that they'd be back from time to time to see how I was getting on.

I'd been bound way more thoroughly and tightly than I could have every imagined. There were aches in parts of my body, yet as I soon discovered I was totally trapped on my belly. Any attempt to turn over, or even to rock from side to side, caused more weight to be applied to my bound up nuts and totally engorged erection, which were still so totally stimulated that I thought they were going to blow at any second. Yet the cords wrapped so tightly around them, totally prevented that. All of which just added to the frustration I was feeling, and to the excitement as well.

True to their word the brothers returned several times during the afternoon to check that I was okay, before finally it was time for their parents to return, at which point they had to release me. But not before I'd promised to be tied up again, which I was. Several times. Just not in the way I expected.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

"Hay have you guys heard about that new youth court thing?" I announced in a purposely vague way to yet another group of my cousins I got shipped out to during that eventful fourteenth year of mine.

"What?" answered Gerry, who was my age, and being the eldest of the brothers by a few years, naturally assumed he was in charge. Something I was going to be use to my benefit.

Now I had Gerry's attention I just had to get that of his younger siblings, and my next statement was designed to do just that. "There's a new law that says boys can be punished by other kids, and get spanked, on the bare bum."

"No way," Ian the youngest piped up, bring his slightly older brother with him.

I had their full attention now, although Gerry was pretending not to listen, I knew he was. "Yeah, it says that when a boy gets into trouble, he has to remain naked at all times, and can be spanked by anyone who wants to, at any time, and with anything they want."

"Anything?" asked Ian, his brow furrowing, "Don't you just get spanked with the hands."

"No, there's other things that can be used," I informed him of my research – the real parts of it anyway, the rest was of course, made up, "You can use, slippers, hairbrushes, rulers, paddles from ping-pong, bits of leather straps, belts, and loads of other things."

"Wow!" said Heath, speaking for the first time.

Of course now I was impressing his younger siblings, Gerry felt he had to get involved, "That's so not true. It would never happen."

"It already has," I pulled the sheets of paper that I told them I'd downloaded from the internet but had, actually, written myself, and gave them each a copy.

There was silence for a few minutes while the three boys read through the apparent rules I'd given them, while I waited for them to get to the parts that I was certain would get a reaction. And sure enough…

"It says here, that the boys only have to naked in front of other kids. Not adults so they won't be naked all the time," Gerry scoffed, but his brothers were more easily impressed.

"Yeah, but they can be spanked by anyone, even younger kids," gasped Ian, his voice raising as he continued to read, "And always on the BARE BUM!"

"Every day," added Heath, his finger pointing at the relevant part. "They get spanked every day, even when they haven't been naughty."

Gerry naturally was less impressed. "How's this supposed to work though? Adults are going to notice all this stuff going on. There's no way it would be able to keep quiet."

"Course they will. Kids can keep anything from adults, if they want to, and everyone, especially the boy being punished, is going to really want to keep this quiet," I argued.

"No, way. Someone is going to notice a naked kid, or a kid with a sore bum. There's no way he'd be able to hide it, especially if he's not allowed to cover it up unless there's adults about, and he gets spanked all the time. No way."

It was the exact challenge I had been expected Gerry to make, and the one I needed him to make, so that I could make my offer, one I knew he wouldn't be able to refuse. Not if he wanted to remain looking like he was in charge. Mind you, if he accepted it, he would be in charge. Total charge. So in other words there was no way he was going to be able to resist it.

"Bet I could!" I said simply, leaving it to the three of them to work out exactly what I meant. Not that it took long although it was Ian that put two and two together first waving the paper of rules in my face as he excitedly said:

"You mean, we get to do this to you Matt?"

I didn't rely just yet. First I wanted to see what Gerry's reaction would be. NOt that he said anything, but the look on his face told me that he wanted too, but something was holding him back, so I made the offer even sweater for him, so that there was no way he'd be able to turn me down, while seemingly answering Ian's question.

"Yeah, that's what I mean. I'll even sign the disclaimer saying that I agree to it and will do anything that you tell me to do while I'm being punished, so that if we do get found out, you lot won't get into trouble. IT's all there in the paperwork."

The two younger boys turned their sheets over but didn't find anything. Gerry, however, had that so was able to see that it said just what I'd said it said. Not that it was in any way legally binding of course, but we were kids and didn't think like that. Little kids especially, they just saw something fun was going to happen.

"Can we Gerry?" Ian asked his brother, whilst more or less bouncing on the sofa like only a nine year old could.

"Yeah can we Gerry?" added Heath, somewhat more sedately.

Gerry pondered it for a few moments before agreeing that we could but only if I signed the forms, which naturally I wasted no time in doing.

"What do we do first?" asked Ian when it was all done.

"Well," Gerry quickly re-read the rules sheet, "I guess Matt gets his clothes off, and we spank him."

All eyes suddenly turned to me, with one set clearly wondering if I would go through with it, while the two younger sets, were just looking forward to seeing a bare-bottomed spanking, and didn't really care who, why, or what was going on, as long as it wasn't them upended over someone's lap getting their bum tanned while they squirmed, and cried.

Slowly, but without too much reluctance I stripped myself out of my clothes, until I was naked but for my socks. With so many boys in the house, nudity wasn't really an issue around this particular house, so they've all seen me naked before, if not perhaps for as much as they were going to, as Gerry read from the rules.

"Matt is going to be naked all the time we are alone, although he can wear shoes if we go outside," the younger brothers exchanged looks that turned into giggles when they realised what that meant. Meanwhile Gerry continued to read, "Matt is not allowed to cover any part of his body, or stop us from touching him. We can spank him at any time we want to, whenever we want to. With anything we want to."

"Wow!" gasped Ian before he asked a question; "How do we spank him?"

"It says here," Gerry read, "That we should start with giving him twenty five hand spanks each, going in the order of age while he is bent over our laps, as we sit in the spanking chair. Wait we don't have a spanking chair."

Like I hadn't thought of that. Telling the boys to wait, I walked, still naked, into the dinning room and returned to the living room where we had all been siting with one of the heavy, high back chairs, which I set up so that everyone would be able to have a good view of my first spanking.

Once the chair was in place, Gerry continued with the instructions: "Right Ian, you go and sit in the chair and then Matt can get across your lap."

Ian was quite a small boy, so that once he was sat right back in the high chair his feet didn't quite reach the floor, which made it a little tricky for me to bend myself over him as in the traditional way, but I managed, and was soon ready for the first of what was going to be many spankings, assuming the rest of my plan went as well as this first bit had.

At first I didn't think Ian actually knew what to do as he did nothing for the first couple of minutes but occasionally pat of rub my bottom which made me weirdly frantic with anticipation. However, then he gave me a quite hard spank on the right of my bum which made me yelp a little as I wasn't expecting it. After that he really got going.

Once started Ian turned out to be rather a good spanker as that he made a series of hard spanks with his small hand that somehow managed to cover my entire bottom, from the top right down to the tops of my thighs, while I tried to put on a brave face as he was, after all only nine.

When it Ian was finished Gerry suggested that I had to get up and walk around the room to show everyone how pink my bum had become. This wasn't in the rules, but was a good addition, not least because it would give me a bit of a break before my next spanking, but also so Heath and Gerry could see how warm my bum was getting. Of course they could also see my tackle, but that wasn't anything new.

Heath replaced Ian on the spanking chair, and I Was over his lap for what turned out to be a rather hurried spanking, with all the blows seemingly landing all at once and mostly in the exact same spot, which I have to say, made me feel like crying.

Once more at the end I walked around so they could check my bottom and in Ian's case, push a hand through my legs to have a sneaky feel of my nuts as well, before it was Gerry's turn in the spanking chair.

"I'm going to be in charge of Matt from now on," Gerry said once I was in place, "So according to the rules I'm going to use a hairbrush!"

He was right, that was in the rules. Only trouble was I hadn't expected that particular rule to come into force yet. Still I had no option but to accept it, or else I'd blow the entire thing, so all I could do was brace myself for the inevitable, which wasn't long in coming.

There were a few tentative pats on my already sore bum with the back of the hairbrush and then WHAM!

It was harder than anything I'd previously had, and there was a lot more to come from where that had. Gerry spanking slowly and deliberately, spacing out the spanks so that the back of the brush covered every inch of my bum, especially the spots on which I would normally sit.

Each and every blow felt like a red hot iron was being slammed into my rear, and I was soon yelping at all of them, and opening crying before Gerry was even half way through.

By the time all the blows had been delivered, I was just laying across Gerry's lap, totally limp, unable to get up as I was crying that hard, with wetness seemingly seeping from every part of my face for several minutes.

It was while I was lying there, trying to get myself back together that Gerry took it upon himself to explain how things were going to be different around the house now that I was being 'punished'.

"As mum and dad are going to be working at lot over the next few days it will be down to us to make sure Matt does as he is told."

"Can we spank him again?" Ian asked in an expectant tone that made me smile.

"Yes, we can at any time that we want to, but especially if Matt refuses to do anything we ask him to do," Confirmed Gerry, before adding to his own importance, "Since Matt is now being punished he won't be needing to wear any clothes unless mum and dad are about. The rest of the time he's going to be naked. Of course I will be in total charge at all times."

That didn't seem so bad to me, especially as it was basically what I'd wanted to happened and was all written down in the 'rules' anyway. However there was another bit that Gerry had thought up all by himself.

"From now on Matt won't be sharing my bedroom anymore. Instead he can sleep down in the basement so he won't disturb anyone else."

I knew the reason for this even if Heath and Ian didn't although it wasn't me that had been keeping him awake but the other way around. I'd never known another boy to make so much noise when he's having a wank.

—15 yo—

Do you remember back to the second chapter which ended with my fifteen year old cousin, with me wondering if Cole would be wanting to get his own back on me for not allowing him to change my nappy? If you don't you'd probably best go back and read that again, as I'm not going to continue where that left off. Well not exactly but a day or so later.

I was shoping with my mum. Now this isn't something at I usually do, but there are times when doing the right thing can pay off, and this was one of those times.

We were wondering around this clothing store, the likes of which I usually wouldn't have been seen dead in, doing mum's usual thing of looking at every single item in the shop and then going and buying the first thing she saw. I was doing the dutiful son bit of following around carrying bags whilst making sure not to give any opinions about anything, as whatever I said was bound to be wrong, when I actually spotted something interesting. Well not so much interesting but humiliating.

It was in the night wear section, which unlike most other stores wasn't filled with bits things that were more frills than coverage, but the complete opposite, with all in one sleepers. You know the sort of things that have the feet all built in, and you wear like overalls, with a big zip up the front. The sort of things that even Daryl wouldn't be seen dead in, and he's only five. Yet they had some that were big enough for me.

There was a stirring in my underwear as I wondered what I would look like wearing such childish clothing. Would it be total humiliation? Or would it be exciting? I wasn't so sure. One thing I was sure about was that I'd never wear anything like those that were in front of me, as they were all pink and way too girly. HOwever that did raise the question. If the store had these for girls perhaps they had them for boys too.

Without a thought for my mum's regular 'don't wonder off' statements I headed to the boy's section with my heart starting to pump way too much blood down into my trousers, especially when I found exactly what I was looking for.

There they were, in sizes all the way up to 12-13 which, according to the size chart would indeed fit me. There was a red pair with footballs on it, and a blue set with space ships, and another in black with little race cars on them.

My hands were literally shaking as I pulled one set out from the wrack at random, noticing that the soles of the built in feet were bright red, in a way that made them look even more juvenile and childish. Naturally while I was looking at them I was imagining myself wearing them, wondering if I'd look stupid, or cute and babyish, but knowing that it would be both humiliating and embarrassing to be seen in them. Of course that was never going to happen. Or was it?

Mum caught up with eventually – mum's have a habit of doing that – while I was still standing there staring, like I'd lost my mind which I guess I had in a way, as my life certainly wasn't going to be the same after that.

For the rest of that day, and especially when I was in bed that night, I kept thinking about those footed pyjamas, trying to figure out a way that I could wear them without making it appear that I actually wanted to wear them. The only way, I figured was to make it look like a punishment, and be made to wear them. My mum certainly wouldn't do that. BUt Cole would.

I didn't rush into planning anything, as I had a lot of things going around my head, that needed to be worked out, not least of which being just how I was going to get dressed up like a big baby again, without anyone thinking that was what I wanted. The footed pyjamas would be a start of course, as would a nappy, but there were other things I could add as well, like wearing a bib perhaps, or sucking on a dummy and stuff like that. The problem was they wouldn't seem too much like a punishment, so I needed to ad something along those lines, and the answer was easy. LIttle boys in trouble got spanked, or at least threatened with it. This gave me the perfect chance to get Cole involved. I asked him to make me a spanking paddle.

Like most of my cousins Cole wasn't the brightest, and didn't do well at academic subjects but he was good at practical stuff, amongst which was woodwork. So it was that I started asking him about the sorts of things he could make, eventually getting around to how tricky it would be for him to make a paddle. I made sure to tell him that it had to be a 'real' paddle, one that could hurt, especially when used through thick clothing.

Cole being Cole asked what was in it for him, which is when I outlined my plan for him, which involved the 'secret' party he was planning for the one night when the two of us were being left in the house together.

"How'd you know about that?" he demanded, which was funny as I hadn't actually known about it, just more or less guessed that's what he would do. However this wasn't the reason I was raising it, although it was connected to the reason he was having it in the first place. To gain some status with his mates.

Being stuck at home with a five year old brother in nappies isn't great for a teenager's reputation, especially when the funniest thing he's ever seen, – that of his cousin being stuck in the toddler's nappy – isn't believed by your mates.

"So what I propose is this," I told him, "How about I stay up in my room all night while your mates are over, we both pretend each other isn't there. You stay out of my room, and I'll stay out of yours?"

He leapt at the chance, of course, as no doubt he was worried that I'd cramp his style at any party he was holding totally unware that what I was planning was going to not only confirm his earlier story, but make him a hit. No doubt when he thought about it later, he'd have noticed the over emphasis that I'd put on his not coming into my room. At least I hoped he would, otherwise, the entire thing was going to fall apart really fast.

Now that the scene was set it was time to get my costume sorted out, for it you haven't figured it out already, my plan was for Cole to once more catch me dressed like a giant baby, and then to show me off to his mates, using the paddle he was making as encouragement.

Using my own money I returned to the store and bought one of the sleepers but not in my size, but one that was slightly smaller, as I knew it would stretch and make it even more obvious that I was wearing a nappy underneath. Hopefully, this would also mean it would rub against the nappy, making sure that even if Cole's mates couldn't see the nappy, they'd be certain to hear it. Like I said I tried to think of anything and everything that would make the situation that much more embarrassing for me, which is why I did a bit of extra shopping while I was out.

Most of the accessories I would be wanted I could 'borrow' from Daryl, as he had more than enough bibs and even some left over baby bottles that I could use. He had a dummy or too but they were clearly too small for me, but I had an idea where I could get something more suited to a teenager, in a joke shop, and sure enough there was along with some glow in the dark paint that would be handy.

For the nights leading up to Cole's party I spent getting my costume ready adding the fabric paint to the sleeper so they wouldn't be missed. Cole very nearly caught me doing that when he came into my room with the paddle he'd made, which was exactly like what I'd wanted. He'd even added my name to it. Drilling the word MATT onto the business end, so no one would miss that it was mine. Which was a brilliant idea that I really should have thought of myself.

One thing I did think off, which was such a cool idea was a wrist strap. You know like one of those things that parents use to stop little kids running off. Daryl had used to have one, but since he'd got as plump as he was no, there was little chance of him out running anyone, so I'd borrowed it, and then made a couple of adjustments.

The strap looked pretty much like a canvas belt, but at one end was a large open loop while on the other was a much smaller loop with a buckle attached. That was the bit that went around my wrist, while the other would be held by, hopefully, Cole to stop me from running away as I had done last time.

That was how the strap had been made, but I'd made an adjustment to it as after a bit or trial and error I'd rigged the wrist strap so that once it was put on, it wouldn't come off again. This I'd done by adding some of my dad's cable ties into the buckle which while they didn't prevent the buckle from tightening, did stop it from loosening. Therefore the only way to take the strap off, once it was on, was to cut the cable ties inside buckle.

That wasn't the only use I had for the cable ties either, as I was going to use one to make sure I couldn't take the sleeper off once it was on either. This was done by simple threading a thin cable tie through the eye of the zipper tab and then through little holes in the collar, so that the zip couldn't be pulled down again, unless the cable tie was cut.

Finally the night of Cole's party arrived. My parents, his parents and his brother Daryl all left the house and after a few minutes of nervous waiting, just in case any of them came back for anything, Cole and I parted. He went to get things ready for his party while I went to get myself ready to be the surprise, and seemingly unwilling gatecrasher at that same party.

Up in my room, I was about to take of my clothes when I remembered the pyjamas were still hanging out of the window. I'd done this for two reasons. One was to keep them out of sight of anyone in the house, whilst getting a thrill about thinking about someone walking past, seeing them. However, the main reason was to ensure that the glow in the dark parts would be able to soak up as much light as possible, so they'd really glow.

Laying the pyjamas over my chair, I then got together all the other things that I needed, before I got down to the business of putting it all on.

Naturally I started with the nappy or in this case nappies. They were Daryl's of course, as I wouldn't be getting my own supply for until my next adventure with Cole, but it still fitted, well enough. Before I put it on though, I went through the full procedure of making sure that I smelt like a baby as well as looking like one.

This was done with the combined addition of both baby oil and baby powder. BOth of these also came from Daryl's room. The oil applied all over the parts that would be covered by the nappy, naturally causing an erection in the process that I had to ignore, before I covered everything in liberal amounts of the soft smelling powder. The oil making the powder stick even more to my skin, so that I looked like a ghost down there, albeit one that was massively turned on.

Next came tee the nappies. Both of them so there would be no doubt what I was wearing under the sleeper. I was only able to really fasten the first one closed properly, as the tapes on the second one weren't really long enough to hold it together, but that wouldn't matter once I had the plastic pants on which I did next.

It took a bit of time to ensure all of the doubled nappies were inside the plastic pants, as they seemed to jut out everywhere, but eventually I did it, and clipped the waistband shut, effectively locking me into the costume, as I'd early given the keys to Cole, so only he would be able to release me. If indeed he wanted to.

Now it was the time for the sleeper itself, and I'd worked out the perfect way to put it on. Unzipping it, I sat on the end of the bed, rolling it down as far as possible before I put my feet into the legs, until they were snuggly encased in the very bottom. Then I stood up.

Carefully I worked the sleeper up my legs, and over the combined mass of the nappies and the plastic pants so that I could first one and then the other of my arms into the sleeves, before pulling it up onto my shoulders.

Before I started to zip up the front of the sleeper I picked up one of the cable ties, and with the help of the mirror I threaded it through the tab of the zip, which I'd been unable to do earlier in case if fell out. With that in place I zipped the sleeper up, feeling it getting tighter and tighter around me, until it reach the collar.

At this stage I had to look at what I was doing in the mirror, as I had to keep my head lifted so my chin wouldn't get in the way I as attached the cable tie to the collar of the sleeper and pulled it tight. Finally using a small pair of clippers to cut off the excess to ensure it wouldn't keep stabbing into me during the night. Not that this was the biggest problem I was going to be having during the evening.

Unable to remove the sleeper now, I went to make sure that I wouldn't be able to get away, by putting the wrist strap on. This I buckled around my right wrist, before using my left hand to thread in the securing cable ties, pull them tight, and once more snip off the excess, so that I wouldn't be able to remove them.

Just as I was finishing that off my bedroom door burst open and Cole stood there with his mouth hanging open apparently completely astounded at the sight of his teenage cousin dressed in a footed sleeper. "Oh wow!" he eventually said, "You actually did it?"

"I said I would, didn't I!" I boasted, as much as you can when you're dressed like a massive baby. "Have you made the announcement yet?"

"No," he smiled, "I'll do it now."

Cole went back downstairs and while I don't know exactly what he did, I do have a pretty good idea, seeing as it was all my idea.

THe first thing he did when he got into the room where his friends were waiting for the party to start, was turn off all the lights. Not surprisingly his friends asked what this was about, he told them about me in a mixture of truth and stuff that I'd made up. Saying how he'd caught me wearing Daryl's nappies, which they'd heard about before, and now how I was being punished for that by being dressed like a little kid.

As the older teenagers started to shout questions – most of them disbelieving – at Cole, I took a deep breath and made my entrance.

The room felt silent the moment the door opened, probably with thoughts of adults crashing their party, but when the teenagers saw me, their collective mouths fell open, and stayed that way as I walked across to the centre of the room, my nappies rustling and crinkling the entire way, amplified by the tightness of the sleeper.

When I reached Cole I made a point of handing him the strap that was dangling from my wrist, which he took a tight grasp on, removing any slack from it as if he was preventing me from leaving.

"Hey, Cole!" someone shouted, "Is he wearing a nappy?"

"Of course, he's dressed like a baby isn't he? What sort of baby doesn't wear a nappy?" reaching out Cole grabbed the seat of my costume, and squeezed it a couple of times, causing the crinkles to come even louder. A few pats to the padded seat finally removing any doubts any of the others may have been having about what I was wearing, even if they hadn't noticed the extra thick padding around my middle, that the sleeper did nothing to hide.

"Now, Baby Matty here, is being punished," Cole continued with the speech I'd written for him, "And that means plenty of spankings, so we I've made something that has his name all over it."

Reaching behind a nearby cushion, Cole pulled out the paddle, turning it over and over to ensure everyone saw where my name had been drilled into it, to first gasps and then howls of delight from his mates. BUt he wasn't finished yet.

"Now there's some extras to add to the costume," once more Cole reached down behind another cushion where there was a bag of the accessorized I'd bought, "Babies are messy eaters so there's this."

The big came out and was tied around my neck, Cole putting a lot of work into the knot – just like I'd told him – to ensure that it wouldn't come undone by accident.

There was a pause for the audience to laugh before the next item was taken out. "Babies need to be kept quiet sometimes too so there's this."

The dummy from the novelty shop came out, to gasps from the crowd. Cole wasting no time in holding it up to my mouth, but I refused to open up as after all I wasn't meant to be enjoying this, leaving Cole no option but to pick up the paddle and give the seat of my suit a fair old whack, not that I could actually feel anything through the thickness of the nappies I was wearing, but it got the point home.

Apparently reluctantly I opened my mouth and allowed the oversize dummy to be pushed in until my cheeks bulged out slightly.

"Now babies can get lost but we have two things to prevent that the first is this," Cole held up his hand which given he was strapped to me, also raised mine up, "But there's something else too, if someone would turn the lights off."

There was a short pause while the teenager all looked at each other to do it, before the one nearest the door snapped the switch, plunging the room in to darkness. Almost.

It took a few minutes for everyone's eyes to adjust but once they did, they could all see what Cole had meant, even Cole himself who hadn't known what I'd done with the glow in the dark paint, as right there in front of them all my footed pyjamas were all light up like a Christmas tree, making sure there would be absolutely no missing me at all. Ever.

For another few minutes after the lights came back on Cole answered all the questions that were asked of him about how I ended up dressed the way I was. Of course no one asked me anything, so I didn't have to lie, but then Cole was doing really well on that score himself, taking the full credit for every thing that had happened to me, even down to buying the sleeper which was a bit rich, but did add to realism of the plot I'd devised, I guess.

Anyway, once things started to quiet down again, I gave Cole the signal that it was time to move onto the next part of the plan to build up his reputation as someone not to be messed with.

Carefully, without drawing attention to what he was doing, Cole slowly rolled more of the lead going to my wrist tighter and tighter until there was only around six inches [15 cm] between us so that I would have nowhere to go once everything started to kick off, which is was going to do at any second.

"Have you gone wee-wee in your nappy yet?" Cole asked in a teasing voice that was designed to wind me up, which I made out it was doing, by trying to unsuccessfully pull away.

The taunting continued with the other teenager's picking up on the teasing, as Cole took it to another level by asking if I was going to mess myself."

It was, I guess, a reasonable question for someone wearing a nappy, but it was also my cue to appear to crack under the pleasure which I did once I'd pulled the dummy out of my mouth, with a resounding "FUCK YOU!"

Silence fell over the room, with all eyes going to me and then to Cole, everyone waiting to see what my cousin would do. They didn't have to wait long.

Acting quickly once he'd got all the attention, Cole used the shortened wrist strap to pull my arm behind my back, and then twist it slightly, while at the same time twisting himself around to sit in the chair that had previous hidden all the surprises. Naturally held the way I was I had no option but to follow him down, only I didn't end up sitting but rather, face down over his lap, where I was easily held down, while he asked someone to get him the paddle.

At the mention of the paddle I went into my full on, little boy act, kicking my feet in the air, but there was clearly nothing I could do as Cole told one of his friends to spank me.

The boy, whose name I didn't know, took his time, as if he was unsure if he should do it or not. However he soon decided to give it a go, lining the paddle up with my offered bottom, before bringing it back down hard on my rear with a sound that filled the room.

Now I was so heavily padded by the double nappies and the thick sleeper that I really couldn't feel too much of that spank or any of those that followed, but that wasn't the point. I made out that it really, really hurt, but more than that it was more the embarrassment that got tome of being held down and spanked like a little kid. Not that any of that upset me, of course. Just turned me on more, and more until at some point during the paddling, I came in my nappy.

The odd thing is that clearly a boy's sexual climax must look a lot like he's in heavy pain, as far as everyone else knew – Cole included – that's was the reason I was all sweaty, shaking and all the rest. They didn't even really notice that I wasn't crying anywhere as much as I should have been. WHich was probably just as well.

"I think the baby needs a time out," announced Cole when the spanking was over, not with any thought for me but so he could bask in the glow the show had given him. "However, before that, let's make sure he keeps his foul mouth shut, shall we?"

Fishing line was used for this. Two small holes had been made in the sides of the dummy, through which the thin line could be threaded. Then, once the dummy was back in my mouth these were taken around the back of my neck where they could be tied together, so that I wouldn't be able to remove the dummy again.

"Right then, lets get the little baby out of here so we can have some big boy fun."

I'm not sure many of Cole's new friends like the idea of being called 'big boys' but still they were amused when Cole took me out to the hallway, removed the wrist strap from around his arm, and instead attached it to the bottom of the banisters. A padlocked pulled from his pocket, made sure that I was staying there, as did the lecture he then gave me about being a bad boy, while I just had to stand there, dressed in the nappies, childish footed pyjamas, a big, and a dummy stuffed in my mouth, looking as dejected as I could when in reality I was having the time of my life.

That was pretty much it for that evening. I was left at the bottom of the stairs, while the older teenager's enjoyed their night in, watching TV, telling rude and unlikely stories, drinking and eating way too much and all the other things they could do without adult supervision. I wasn't left totally alone though, as every so often one would come past me to use the bathroom. Some would smile, some would tease, I think even one felt sorry for me, which was a bit of a waste as I was having a great night, and if I hadn't miss read, Cole's face I knew this wouldn't be the end of it. And it wasn't. Not by a long way.

—11 and 10 yo—

The four boys had a problem. Their cub pack was putting on a play about which they were all excited, only they had no one to play the lead. They'd all voted on which show to do, from the limited range their pack had the rights too and following Jody's advice they'd picked one with the least roles none of them wanted to play. However, it was the only show there one of these was actually the lead. A fact they didn't realise until it was too late and they'd agreed to do a version of 'Wizard of Oz' but without a 'Dorothy'.

They had someone to play the witches, as those costumes were at least looked cool to nine, ten and eleven year old boys who would be playing them, but Dorothy wore a very obvious dress, and when you're that age, that's a totally no-no.

Jody – who happened to be my second cousin-twice-removed (or something like that) – found himself with a particular dilemma, for as the oldest member of the cub pack, at eleven, if he couldn't find someone else to do it, then he'd have to do it himself. Of course, he could have just told one of the younger boys to do it, he had that power after all, but Jody just wasn't like that. He liked being nice, he liked being popular, he just didn't want to dress up like a girl in front of everyone he knew. That would be so humiliating for him, just as it would be for me too. I though on the other hand, rather like being humiliated, so naturally I volunteered to do it.

Jody thought I was joking the first time I told him, but I managed to convince both him and that I meant it, saying all the things that I knew would appeal to him. How the play was to raise money for a good cause – I had no idea what that cause was but still – and how if I could do this for him, it would make up for my being dumped on him and his family. Sort of like I was making amends and doing a good idea. The sort of things that cubs are all about.

"What about a costume?" Jody asked, once he'd agreed, "We'll have to get your something to wear. Maybe we could get some trousers."

"No that wouldn't be right," I pointed out.

"But you'll have to wear a dress!"

"I know."

"But where are we going to get one. I don't have any."

Naturally I'd thought about this, and had the perfect solution, "You don't, but some of the other cubs, must have sisters, so they could get some stuff for me to wear."

"That's not a bad idea. Let's go and see Karl.

Karl lived next door to Jody in a house that was filled with more women than any self respecting ten year old boy would want to see in his life time. Not surprisingly he was also Jody's best mate, so was only to happy for the pair of us to call around, and even more happy when he heard why.

"That's great. I thought it was going to be me," he laughed, and continued to laugh as the rest of the plan was outlined to him. "Oh okay, there's loads of stuff up in the attic my sisters don't use any more. SOme of that would work. Let's go and see what we can find."

A few moments we were up in the attic, and dresses were being pulled out of boxes at a rate that startled even me.

"Hey look," Karl picked up some shoes with buckles across the front, "We could paint these bright red, so they'd be like Dorothy's magic shoes."

"Okay that's enough for now!" Jody took command of the situation just like the cub leader he was, before the various piles of clothes were getting too large. "We'll start with what we've got now. We can always try some more later if we have to."

"More!" Karl asked, with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Won't these be enough?"

"Possibly," explained Jody, "But like Matt said, he has to look the part of a girl not just a boy in a dress so people take him seriously. Plus we have to make sure it fits him properly or else he'll look silly."

That isn't exactly what I'd said but it was near enough to make sure that the two cubs ensured that all the outfits they got ready for me were complete. Karl being the only one with any real knowledge of what girls wore, given he'd lived around them all his life, matching it all up, as it was spread about the attic.

While all this was going on, I kept to one side, not wishing to look too eager, while deep down I was looking forward to seeing what I looked like in girls' clothes and more importantly how the other boys would react to the sight. Of course I couldn't tell them that, so just had to pretend I was doing this reluctantly for the good cause, whatever that was.

"Okay, let's try this one first," Jordy told me, at which point I started to take off my own clothes, without realising that he hadn't actually said that.

"Put these on first to cover up your boxers," Karl handed over a pair of rumba style panties in white with rows of lace around the front and back, which indeed did cover up my boxers as did the crinoline that went over the top of that.

"Now the dress," Karl picked up what I have to say was a very pretty peach coloured dress, that was totally unlike anything Dorothy would wear, being more like something worn at a little girl's birthday party. It had puffy little short sleeves, with acute peach bows on the cuff. There were two rows of lave going down the front in a V shape, that ran from the shoulders to the centre at the waist. Another bow was in the middle of the V, while a wide peach sash went around the middle and could be tied at the back in a large bow over the buttons that fastened the dress together.

I needed a bit of help to get the dress on as after all it wasn't the sort of thing I was used to wearing. Both boys holding it up so I could dive under the skirts, and pop up in the middle, where my arms went into the sleeves. The dress was then pulled onto my shoulders, and Karl went behind me to do up the buttons running along my spine and tie the bow on the sash.

Sitting on a handy chair the first thing I noticed was that the crinoline held the skirt out, which given it was already on the short side made it so that you could almost see the rumba panties I was wearing. Not that the other two seemed to notice, as they set about putting little ankle socks on me with frilly lace around the top, and then Karl got a brush out to do something with my hair, not that there was much other than put a couple of rubber bands in it to form two little pigtails.

"That's not so bad," was the opinion of the two cubs but they weren't experts in this sort of thing, as Jody was soon to realise. However there were some real experts downstairs. Karl's sisters.

I got a thrill at the suggestion, but Jody wasn't so sure. The odd thing was that he didn't want to embarrass me, but as I pointed out, I'd volunteered to wear a dress in public on stage so why don't I find out what it was like now.

They agreed but Karl went down to tell his sisters what we were doing rather than just springing it on them which is what I'd been intending to do, but it turned out okay as when I walked into the room where the girls were they gave little squeals like only girls can, before going on about how cute I looked, and even that I could pass for a real girl.

Once they'd got used to the idea the girls were a lot more critical than either of the boys had been, getting me to try standing different ways, even bending over and spinning around to see if the skirt would flare out to show my panties.

And all the time this was going on, I was really enjoying the attention, in a way that was so wrong for the clothes I was wearing, as I soon discovered girls' underwear just wasn't made for erections. Thankfully no one noticed, it not even when I changed into the next, and rather more suitable costume.

The second outfit wasn't really a dress as such but more a skirt with a bib front, like a pair of overalls attached to it. The skirt was a light purple, almost pink but not quite, with a built in crinoline, that stuck out about an inch passed the hem of the skirt so you could see the lave peeking out about three inches [7 cm] above my knees where it puffed out. The bib front had a sort of pixie on the panel, and had two wide straps that went over my shoulders and crisscrossed in the back. There were frilly rumba panties that matches the crinoline and a shirt – sorry a blouse – that had the short puffy sleeves of a dress that went underneath.

It was the perfect outfit for Dorothy, which made me wonder why Karl hadn't had me try it on first. I never got to ask him that though as once the girls saw the outfit the fashion show was over, and a celebration drink was in order.

Once the drink was finished, Jody and Karl started to head back to the attic but I stopped them when I asked why we needed to go up there again.

"So you can get your own clothes back on, of course."

"Why?" I asked, before pointing out something the girls had said, that I needed to get used to wearing girls clothes so I'd look natural in the play, so why don't I start now by wearing the outfit I had on for the rest of the day. Even adding something about method acting, just to make it sound more authentic than it actually was.

"That's a good point," Jody said, "We'll have to help Matt with his lines, and how to sit down holding his skirts under him."

"And how to bend over without showing his knickers," added Karl. "He can come here to do a lot of that, I've seen what my sisters do so I can teach him."

So it was settled, I'd dress up and they'd teach me how to act like a girl. Only things went a lot further than that. Further even than I dreamed they ever would. Not that I'm complaining, as like I said I rather like wearing those clothes. It was amusing just how much I looked like a little girl, with my skirts swishing back and forth.

The next morning, I went for my new persona with a vengeance, waking up early to fill the bathtub with hot water to which I added a sample for every bottle I could find until it was more bubbles than water. I then made sure to soak for as long as possible both before and after I gave myself a good wash with the softest soap I could find. I then rinsed off, before heading back into my bedroom where I knew the peach dress was waiting for me.

Jody had been confused when I'd said I should take one of the dresses home with us, but seemed to understand my reasoning when I said it would save time if I put the dress on straight away when I got up, rather than having to change later. Karl even agreed saying that the more I wore it then the more I'd get used to wearing a dress and walking like a girl. Although he then added a couple of other things that were now laying on top of the dress.

It was a matching set of peach coloured nylon panties and a vest, both in a clear girls style, rather than a boys. Jody hadn't been impressed by these either but like Karl had said, if I was going to dress and leant to act like a girl, then I need to dress completely like one.

I put both items on without thinking about it. Not realising until it was in place that the vest had a tiny bit of padding inside it, that made it look a tiny bit like a training bar, which I hadn't expected but rather liked once I had it on.

That was as far as I could go on my own, as I had to wait for Jody to arrive before I could put on the crinoline and the dress itself, which he buttoned up the back and tied the bow in place. The socks I could have done myself but Jody seemed to be taking on the role of my dressers so I let him do it, along with the pair of Mary Jane style shoes that Karl had found. Then Karl did the bunches in my hair, only not with elastic bands this time, but each ribbons that could be made into bows. Not very good bows it has to be said, as clearly Jody wasn't as good at knots as most cubs are meant to be.

"What's that like then? Wearing a dress?" Jody asked, when I was stood in front of the mirror swishing my skirts from side to side.

"Odd," I answered honestly.

"Well you look okay. No one would guess you're a boy unless they looked really close, which is just as well as we've got to go next door."

I think Jody was more nervous about my going outside in a dress than I was, but then I guess he didn't know about all the other things I'd worn – or not worn – out and about with various other cousins, plus of course, it wasn't like anyone knew me, so I really didn't have all that much to worry about.

We made it to Karl's house in seconds – well it was right next door – one of his sisters squealing when she saw me all done up cute and adorable like a little girl, which was actual more embarrassing than wearing the stuff in the first place.

Thankfully Karl soon turned up to rescue me from his sisters, he and Jody taking my arms to literally pull me up to the attic before any more real girls turned up and wanted to look under my skirts to see if I was wearing the frilly panties, or my own underwear.

Once we were safely up in the attic, Karl gave a quick once over on my outfit, correcting the one bow in my hair that was crooked and then got straight down to the lessons which appeared to involve me having a book on my head.

"The first thing we need to do is get you to walk like a girl," Karl explained, "So keep your head straight, put your left hand on your hip, your right hand out out a slight ankle at your side, and walk with one foot in front of the other."

"That bit he knows," Laughed Jody, but Karl ignored him.

"Only take little steps, not big ones. Oh and give a little side to side sway with your hips while you do it."

The last bit surprised me but I tried it anyway. ANd promptly failed. The book falling off my head before I'd taken a couple of steps. Which lead to more instructions.

"THis time try to push out your chest a bit like you're trying to show off your… erm… padded parts."

I gave it another try, which was apparently better, but there was a lot to remember at once, and none of it I was used to, so it took some time to get it right. Over an hour in fact, during which time I walked back and forth with a book on my head, swaying my hips from side to side, until Karl was happy.

We took a break for a boy-snack – ie anything sweet and fizzy – before we moved onto the next section which turned out to be a bit of a surprise.

"Curtsy? There's no curtsey in the play."

"There might be, but let's try it anyway. Put your right foot behind your left just a little. The hold your dress out by the hem with your fingertips, and then give a little dip with the knees."

Karl's instructions were surprisingly detailed, and easy to follow. They also worked perfectly which at least meant I didn't have to do them again which seemed to disappoint Karl. But not for long.

"Right next you need to know how to stroll rather than walk, as if you go too fast your dress will fly up and show your knickers, especially if you are higher up then them, like you will be on stage. I've got something to help."

The younger boy picked up a black elastic thing, which after he'd bent down in front of me, he reach up under my skirt and wrapped around my thighs a couple of times before clipping it closed. "Okay try to walk now."

The purpose of the belt was obvious the moment I tried to walk. Unable to move my legs as much as I was used to, all I could do was take smaller steps while at the same time, doing that gave a wiggle to my rear end, just like a girl does.

It took another hour or walking back and forth before Karl announced that I was finally walking like a girl, at which point Jody called a much needed lunch break especially when it was suggest that we could have burger which were my favourite. (hey I was still a boy inside the dress.) HOwever there was an issue. One that Jordy realised before I did. There were no burger in the house. To get them we'd have to ask one of Karl's sisters to drive us.

"Do you want to go home and get changed?" Jody suggested to me, but I wasn't having any of it.

"No," I said plainly before feeling I should explain further, "This will be a great chance to find out if I can pass for a girl or not."

Oddly it was Karl that spoke first, getting in while Jody's mouth was still hanging open, "Well I guess dressed like that you could pass for a little girl."

"Exactly," I agreed, even though I was a little scared of being out dressed like a girl, but at the same time thrilled that I could get away with doing so in public. Still it would really be something to do it in a burger joint.

It took Karl a few minutes to convince his oldest sister to take us. At first she fatly refused to be a 'boy taxi' as she called it, but once, she saw how I was dressed she changed her mind, giving me some of the idea sweet little girls can have over other people. All the same I didn't want to appear to be too keen, so made some protests as I was lead out of the front door, to the slightly run down car, into which I was pushed into the back seat with the two boys sitting either side of me.

The journey was uneventful other than for Karl's sister staring at me in the rear view mirror much more than I would have liked but soon we were there, and started to get out of the car, when Karl thought of something that really I should have come up with on my own. My name.

"Wait, we can't call Matt, Matt once we get in there or people will know he's not a girl."

"So what do we call him?" Jody asked.

"Matilda," the ten year old asked, whilst I was still thinking about the question. "That sounds a bit like Matt, and it's a girl's name."

"Good book too," mentioned out driver, but we ignored her as we headed for the restaurant.

Now the place we were going was your standard American burger joint, where you order at the counter and then sit down, but Jody, ever the leader, offered to make the order for all three of us, while Karl and I took to a booth in the corner which we did.

"No one is looking at you," Karl measured me a few too many times, adding each and every time that he did, "Told you you could pass as a girl."

It was true though, no one did look at me. There were no shouts of "It's a boy in a dress" or anything like that. I was just accepted for being what I looked like. A girl wearing a little girl's dress. I even heard another girl somewhere saying in that over loud whisper that little kids have, how she wanted a dress like mine, for her next party, which gave me a really weird thrill even if it did tell me I was somewhat overdressed for a burger joint, but still.

When Jody came back with a tray loaded with three of everything we got down to the serious business of eating, although before I could start Karl insisted on putting a couple of the napkins under my chin to protect the dress from squirts of 'special' sauce which was a bit embarrassing, but okay in the grand scheme of things.

We could have stayed there all day but the 'boy taxi' wasn't about to wait any longer than needed, so we left before any of us were really ready, heading back to the car and then to Karl's house where we spent the rest of the day going over the stuff I was going to do, as well as playing some games and watching TV, making the time pass until it was time for me and Jody to go home again where I could enact the next part of my plan.

Having spent the entire day with me in a dress Jody had got totally used to it so he didn't think twice about it as we both headed into the house and ran straight into his parents, who knew nothing about what was going on, and not surprisingly had some questions about their fourteen year nephew wearing a little girls dress.

Ever the peacemaker, and a born leader, Jody soon explained the offer I'd made to play Dorothy in the cub play, and how I needed the practice to be a girl, which is what we'd been doing over at Karl's house, and so on. This they all took in with some nodding and the occasional look towards each other, but seemed to accept it, which was all I needed to move things along one.

I spent the rest of the evening in the dress, making sure to show off the things I'd learnt that day, to cement the story that was going around. Soon though it was bed time which keeping to his good boy persona Jody accepted without question heading upstairs to bed, with me following.

"I'm going to need some help to get the dress off," I reminded my cousin as I headed to my room, making sure he followed so he'd see what I did next.

The buttons were unfastened down my back, along with the sash with the bow, and Jody helped pulling the dress over my head while I made conversation the gist of which was how it really wasn't that bad being a girl, and there was a certain amount of fun from people thinking I was a girl, but that I felt I needed to do it some more before I got it perfect.

Jody was a little surprised by that, I think, but he didn't argue, just like I knew he wouldn't, as I slipped my regular pyjamas trousers on, but without removing the underwear I was wearing.

"Aren't you going to take the knickers and vest off?" he asked, again like I knew he would.

"No, I don't think so," I said, smiling, "Best I get used to them, probably."

"Oh, okay," Jody shrugged, no doubt processing this information and hopefully wondering if it had anything to do with the noticeable lump, in the front of the knickers.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

"Time to get up," Gerry shook me awake, "Get yourself upstairs so the brats can clean you up ready for breakfast."

He was gone after that, stomping off like only a fourteen year old can do when he himself has been woken up before midday. Not that I knew what time it was, as there was no clock in the room I was now sleeping in, but that didn't matter as I was being punished, albeit under a totally fake regime that I'd made up.

Smiling I slipped out from under the single blanket I'd slept under, stretching my naked body, before I turned to the stairs heading for the bathroom where I wasn't the least bit surprised to find Gerry's two brothers waiting for me.

Heath and Ian were now in charge of making sure I washed as I couldn't be trusted to do it on my own, which was ironic as neither of them was particular keen on cleaning themselves, but they seemed to find the fun in watching me pee, although they didn't feel the same about watching me have a poo.

After I was emptied, it was time for the cleansing, which was done while I stood in the bath and they took turns to use a wash cloth on me. Of course, being little kids they didn't pay that much attention to my arm pits, my arms, or even my face, but did spend some time rubbing around my private parts, and my bum. The former reacting in the way any teenager's would, which gave rise to some giggles, and knowing looks, but nothing else.

Breakfast was much the same as usual. There were no adults present so Gerry took full charge, making me into the naked servant, bringing over the orange juice, the bowls of cereal and so on, and then to clear everything away, at which point there was an announcement that came accompanied by a ping pong paddle.

"According to the rules," Gerry said brandishing the paddle, "You are to get a spanking every morning, to remind you that you are a naughty little boy, and to show everyone else what happens to naughty little boys."

"I didn't do anything wrong," I protested, not out of surprise but because I felt I should say something.

There was no real point in complaining as it was going to happen anyway, and I wanted it to happen, I was just making a point. All the same it wasn't long before I was upended over Gerry's lap while my cousin proceeded to smack my bare bum.

Starting slowly, Gerry kept up a steady pace, whacking both cheeks individually, making sure that he covered my entire bum with the paddle. His brothers watched closely, occasionally pointing out parts that he'd missed, until Gerry's arm started to get tired, and he passed the job down to his siblings. "Here you give him a few to finish off."

"He's bum's already really red," pointed out Heath, but that didn't stop him from giving me a fast series of hard smacks on one spot, that made me howl.

"Okay that should do," Gerry decided, slightly disappointing young Ian, who did cheer up again when he was told that if I did anything wrong later in the day he could have first go at spanking me then.

NOw it was time to do my chores around the house but before that could happen Gerry had to make sure I was clean enough to do it.

Shifting me slightly from where I was still draped over his knee, Gerry placed my bottom over his left knee while his right trapped my legs. This allowed him to feel my bum, making comments about how warm it was, before he pulled my cheeks apart to show his brothers my bum hole.

"Matt is going to be naked so we have to make sure he is clean everywhere as we don't want him leaving marks anywhere do we?"

Ian giggled, which soon stopped when he was told to get a bowl of water and a cloth, as he was going to go first.

"Here's what you do," Gerry continued his lesson when the little lad returned, "Get the cloth wet then give Matt's bum a good hard scrubbing, especially around his hole."

Obediently, Ian did as he was told, rubbing the rough cloth all over my bum, just as he was told, but it wasn't enough. There as something else he had to do.

"Get some soap on the cloth, and wrap it around your finger. Yes, that's it. Now poke the cloth, and your finger, up into Matt's hole as far as you can."

This hadn't been in the instructions if only because I hadn't thought of it, yet all the same as I felt the small finger enter my bum, I instinctively clamped it closed, which didn't go unnoticed by Gerry, who'd probably been waiting for me to do it, as he already had the paddle in his hand.

A few hard encounters with the paddle and I was more than prepared to relax my hole so Ian's finger could go up inside me. It hurt a little but not that much although I'd have much preferred something a bit softer than the wash cloth had been used. Still that wasn't my call.

"Remember," Gerry reminded his brothers, once I was pronounced clean, "If Matt has a poo, then you have to do this again. But just to be sure we won't let him sit on the sofas or chairs, just on the floor or anything else that won't stain. IN the meantime let's plug the hole shall we."

Again this wasn't something I'd planned, and I didn't know what to expect, although I got a fairly good idea when Heath was sent to get a carrot from the kitchen.

I was still bent over Gerry's lap at this point, with my legs held down and spread open showing off my hole, so it didn't take a genius just what was going to get plugged and with what.

Sure enough a few minutes later all but a couple of inches of the carrot was up my bum. Odd thing was, it really didn't hurt all that much going in, although afterwards, when it was just there, it did get a bit uncomfortable, as I moved around.

"Don't take it out, or you'll get a spanking," Gerry told me, while Heath and Ian giggled at the sight of the orange vegetable sticking out from between my bright red bum cheeks.

Finally it was time for me to do the chores, which on that day consisted of cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom. For this I was given not a mop but an old fashioned scrubbing brush. To use it I had to get down on my hands and knees, and scrub everything by hand. This naturally stuck my bum up in the air, with the carrot sticking out of it, which was a source of much giggling from the younger boys while Gerry himself seemed a lot more interested than he'd admit, in the constant erections I got whilst being apparently humiliated.

It was lunch time before I'd finished in the bathroom which of course I had to provide, making the a multitude of different sandwiches to each of the three boy's own standard, along with pouring drinks and getting any other snacks that they wanted. I though didn't get to eat until after they were finished, and not at the table.

At the end of the meal I was told to put all the left over bits and pieces, such as the crusts Ian refused to eat and had made me cut off from his sandwich, into a metal bowel which was then put on the floor.

"There, that's yours," Gerry informed me. "No point letting food go to waste."

"On the floor?" I asked, not shocked, just surprised.

"Yeah, well you can' sit down with a carrot up your bum can you," Heath pointed out, which was a fair comment, I guess.

There was no point in arguing, as it was my idea for me to be punished by being humiliated and would could be more humiliating that being forced to eat off the ground like a dog. So with that exciting thought in my head I got on with it.

Once the meal was done, I was sent back to work. This time in the garden which was thankfully fully enclosed so there was no one to see me wedding the flower beds, or even pushing the lawn mower back and forth across the grass that was already short enough that the collecting box didn't actually collect that many clippings, which was a good thing, as the recycling bin they would be dumped in was by the front gate.

I only had to make the trip once. Walking down the side of the house, carrying the half empty collecting box, and out on to the drive. There were no cars parked there as both the adults were out, so there wasn't that much cover to hide the naked boy with the well spanked bum, split by the end of a carrot, as I crept forwards to dump a few bits of grass into the large plastic bin.

It was such a relief to get back to the house without being seen – although oddly also a disappointment – that I needed to a wee no doubt from the release of tension.

HEath took the honours, taking me up to the nearly cleaned bathroom, and holding onto me so he could direct my stream into the toilet bowl. ONly I couldn't go for some reason.

Thinking I was messing him about Heath decided to punish me, even though it was Ian's turn. He only delivered a few smacks to my bum though so it wasn't a real punishment. What he did next though was.

Grabbing hold of the carrot still protruding from my bum, Heath gave it a few pushes and even a couple of pulls, before he found that by turning it around, I was far more likely to empty my bladder.

Back downstairs and the boys were clearly bored with watching me all day, but the rules had a prevision for that, which I knew Gerry had read the moment I saw the collar and chain he was holding.

"We can't look after you all the time, but we have to make sure you stay out of trouble so come with me."

All four of us went into the garden and over to one of the poles that held up the washing line. These were old concrete things that had been there since the house was built but which weren't used any more as the boy's mother preferred the more modern rotary line. They did have a lot of hooks and eyes in them, which Gerry was going to make great use of in a moment once he had the collar on me.

It was an old dog collar. Thick and heavy, with some worn padding on the inside, which was just about the perfect size for my neck. I'd seen it a couple of days earlier when I'd been thinking up the rules I was now living under, as it reminded me of something that had happened with young Fin over on the farm. IT felt as smug and good as the collar had on that occasion as Gerry buckled it around my throat.

A small length of chain was already hanging from the washing line post, which Gerry snapped into the leash ring on the collar and for a moment I thought that was all he was going to do but then he produced a little padlock which he added to the collar, to make sure the chain wouldn't come off again.

"This is where we will keep Matt when we have nothing for him to do," He told his brother, totally ignoring me. "The collar won't come off, but the chain can when we want him to do something else."

"LIke a doggy… dog," Ian corrected himself from using the more childish word, even though it was one that was more accurate for how I was being treated, and the way I preferred to think about myself.

"What if he needs a drink or a wee?" asked Heath.

"We'll give him a bottle of water he can drink, as for the other, he can go where he wants, no one is stopping him. BUt we'll keep an eye on him now and again, just in case."

The rules set, I was left there chained in the garden, with little option but to stay on the grass as I couldn't quite stand up due to the way the chain was anchored to the post. Of course I couldn't sit down either due to the carrot in my bum, so was left with laying on my side, curling up not again not unlike a dog.

That's how I spent the rest of the day, actually napping out in the warm sunshine, until Heath was sent to bring me in so I could start on the boys' supper.

Once more I had to eat on the floor, anything they didn't want, which now I was expecting it wasn't so bad as I made sure only to use good stuff so anything left wouldn't be too bad.

Once that was done, I was told it was my bed time, as I had to be gone before the adults got back. Before that however, there was another spanking to take place, which just as he was promised young Ian got to perform.

Upended over the little kid's lap, he got to pull the carrot from my bum, and then he got going. NO warm up. No practise. He just went for it, like he'd been waiting to do it all day, which to be fair he probably had been.

It wasn't the longest spanking in history, but it was certainly an intense one, making me cry in record time, as much to boast Ian's pride as anything else.

"Good spanking," Gerry encouraged his brother, "We should get you to spank Matt more often."

The lad was beaming as I climbed off his lap and headed back to my new bedroom to take care of the erection I'd had on and off though my first day as a slave.

—15 yo—

It was the middle of the night when Cole was woken up the sounds of crying. Looking around at the clock he would have seen that it was early in the morning. Much too early for a fifteen year old to be awake, even one with a tiny brother. Still, he knew his duty so he got up and started to head for Daryl's room when instead, he came across me sitting on the top of the stairs wrapped in a blanket, apparently crying.

"What's up Matt?" he asked,

"Nothing," I sniffed, somewhat theatrically, as the onions I'd rubbed my eyes with really stank.

"You're going to wake Daryl up if your not careful," he warned, leaning down so he could whisper it too me, even though it would take a nuclear explosion to wake up the five year old, and then only if the bomb actually landed on his head.

"It's nothing. Just go back to bed," I said, casually – I hoped – allowing the blanket to fall from my shoulders so Cole would be able to see what the real problem was. Or was meant to be.

IT took a few minutes for Cole's slightly foggy brain to recognise the self same things that Daryl had done a couple of days earlier and which I was now copying exactly, but eventually he got there.

"What? Wait? Did you wet yourself, like a baby?"

I couldn't have put it better myself but of course I couldn't tell him that. Or that the wet stain on the front of my pyjamas wasn't actually pee, but water. Cold water at that. The smell though was really pee, but that was coming from the dabs I'd put on my shoulders right where his face was.

Yeah, alright I was wearing wee cologne, but annoyingly when I'd actually tried to wee myself to make the situation more realistic I couldn't get more than a few drops out due to a stubborn erection that only cold water would make go away. So I had to work with what I had. Still it worked, and allowed me to go into full pleading mode.

"Please don't tell anyone, that it's happened again," I said, pausing while he caught the ball I'd thrown him.

"You've done this before?" he asked, right on cue.

"ONly once or twice," I lied, exaggerating two fold.

"Well that explains some things," Cole put two and two together and came up with the answer I'd already given him.

"Please will you help me. I can't stay like this?"

It was the plea that was crucial to the plan. One part of me expected Cole to just behave like a normal teenager and tell me to sort it out myself, but I'd hoped our recent history and that of his dealing with his little brother, would lead us down a different source. Thankfully he took the latter option.

Offering me his hand, Cole showed surprising tenderness as he helped me to my feet, and back to the bedroom I was using during my stay. There he not so much as helped me strip the sheets from my bed but pretty much did it all himself. He told me to remove my pyjamas too, which I did, he then sent me down with everything to put it all in the washing machine which he said he'd start later when his parents wouldn't notice it running.

By the time I was back, Cole had got out another set of pyjamas for me to wear but not the glow in the dark sleeper, about which I was a little disappointed but he did have the paddle with my name burned into it, which gave me some hope that things were about to take a turn for the better.

"What's that for?" I asked, as if I hadn't found that out during the party with his mates.

"It's what happens to naughty little boys who wet their beds," Cole said, taking me by the arm and pulling me over to his right side as he sat down on the end of the freshly changed bed.

"You're going to spank me?" I gasped, the sentence caught somewhere between a question and a statement.

"Yes, I am, unless you want me to talk to my parents instead."

There was no arguing with that, as I hardly wanted his folks knowing about all the things I'd been getting up, but then nor for that matter would Cole either, so it was obviously an empty threat, yet all the same it was enough to get me to comply.

With a pull on my arm, Cole tugged me down over his lap, with my bare bum stuck up in the air, right beneath the paddle which was soon landing on it, fourteen very solid times. Once for each year of my life, to remind me, Cole said, of just how old I really was rather than how I was behaving. It was, as you can probably guess, the exact thing that he also said to Daryl although on those occasions there was no real spankings.

Thankfully, given that the rest of the household was still asleep, Cole held back with his use of the paddle for fear the sound of the wood hitting my bum would wake them up. Or rather that my reaction to that, would raise the dead. As it was, although I did try to reach back a few time to protect my bottom, that was more so he would get a better grip on me, so it would feel more like a real spanking than a bit of play. Still by the end I did have a tear or two in my eye and my bum was stinging enough for me to give it a few comforting rubs, while I put on the clean pyjamas and Cole tucked me back into bed.

Just as Cole was about to leave I asked the question that would put the seed into his head of what I really wanted, "I wish there was something we could do about my problem."

"We'll see," he smiled as he left.

The following night, I was a little surprised when Cole didn't leave right after all the adults did. Instead he stayed behind with me and Daryl, even playing with his little brother until the time came for the five year old to go to bed. He then volunteered to take Daryl up and get him settled much to the confusion of everyone.It not being until he came back down again that his motive became clear.

Back on the ground floor Cole did the rounds of the house making sure all the windows and doors were locked, before returning to the living room with a suggestion for me. "Matt, go and get ready for bed now."

Well it wasn't so much a suggestion as a command I guess, but I wasn't really in the mood. "Why? It's early yet."

Standing with his arms folded, Cole gave me an option, "Either you get ready for bed, or you go to bed. The choice is yours."

"Whatever!" I shrugged, acting like my own age for a change, before stomping upstairs and the shower, unaware that Cole had crept up behind me to get somethings ready.

Out of the shower, wrapped in a towel I headed back to my room, only to find that my pyjamas had vanished and in their place was a packet of nappies. "What the?" I mumbled as I went further into the room, staring straight at the packed on my bed, instantly caught by the words written on the sides that proclaimed they were for 'Teenage Boys with Nighttimes Incidents."

"SURPRISE!" Cole stepped out from where he'd been hiding behind the bedroom door, making a successful grab for my towel which he whipped from around my waist and tossed away into the corner.

"Where did you get them?" I turned to ask him, talking about the nappies, not the least bit concerned that I was now standing naked in front of my cousin. However, I did soon have something to be concerned about when I saw he was holding the paddle.

"I bought them just for you to wear, and you're going to wear them but first we have to finish what we started the other night."

"What? What do you mean?" I asked even though I didn't take a genius to work it out. Still Cole felt he had to explain it to me.

"I'm going to paddle you, and properly this time. So you bend over so I can get started."

Now I'd been expecting the nappies of course, as I'd pretty much arranged that, but wasn't really counting on another encounter with the paddle. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound(ing) and all that.

Turning around, I walked over to my bed, and bent down with my hands on the mattress, so at least I could get a good look at the nappies while Cole did his thing.

Within seconds I felt the cold wood against my bare bum, not as a blow but rather a carefully placed positioning as Cole got lined up.

Then it happened. A good hard smack with the paddle right in the middle of my bum, that had a lot more force than anything I'd had before, and I reacted accordingly.

"Oooowww!" I yelped jumping up and clutching my now red hot bum.

"Bend over again, and if you wake Daryl up I'll do this again tomorrow."

Slowly I got back into position, now knowing full well what to expect but trying to keep my reactions more under control as I was given another thirteen blows with the paddle. Not all of them were as hard as the first but all the same they still managed to turn my entire rear a very deep red all over, and reduced me to tears in the process.

AT the end of the spanking, Cole put the paddle down and took hold of my ear with which he used to guide me over to the corner of the room where I was told to stand until I had stopped crying. Then, and only then, was I to put on one of my new nappies, and nothing else, before coming downstairs where I could watch TV for a bit longer.

After Cole had gone I remained in the corner for no more than five minutes, before my interest in the nappies got the better off me, and I went over to the bed to see what they were like.

Interestingly at first glance they looked pretty much like those Daryl occasionally wore, and which I'd worn in the past, but upon closer inspection it was obvious they were bigger. I don't just mean that they'd been scaled up to fit a larger boy – although they had been – but that they were actually bigger. Instead of two tapes on either side there were four, and another that acted like a belt, but as I was soon to discover they also rode up higher on me than the others had on Daryl.

Once I'd started looking it wasn't long before I wanted to put one on, so that's what I did, doing it in the exact same way that I was by now getting used to. Unfolding the nappy out on the bed, and then sitting on it, before laying partly back so I could bring it up through my legs and fasten it up at the sides. It didn't seem as tight as Daryl's had, but I guessed that was because it was the right size for me. There was a bit of stinging when I sat my red bum down, but the nappy actually seemed to sooth that slightly, as it was already coated in a mixture of baby oil and baby powder although to save embarrassment the packaging called it something else.

Walking downstairs I noted that the nappy seemed to move on its own, which was a little odd, but it did give me that little baby wobble that I always associated with wearing a nappy so that was fine. Or so I thought anyway.

"That's going to leak!" Cole said when he saw me, "Lay down on the floor a minute."

He had a point so I did as I was told, allowing him to push my legs apart so he could get between them, and peel back the tapes from the nappy. I then expected him to just refasten it but instead he pulled down the front and stared right at my tackle.

By reflex I reached up to cover myself but Cole just slapped my hands out of the way and pushed my legs further apart before returning his gaze downwards. "No baby power?" he asked, using his finger to flick my privates from side to side, which started a chain reaction I wasn't going to be able to stop, let alone point out that the nappy was pre-powdered.

"Never mind," Cole continued, reached under the coffee table beside me where he'd put a pot of powder. I was then told to life my legs up, with him lifting them further so he could get underneath me to apply a good layer of powder onto my bottom and the back of my legs.

Lowered back down again, more powder was applied to my groin, once more encouraging it to respond in the only way a teenage boy could to any sort of attention down there, but Cole ignored it, until at last he was pulling the nappy back up between my legs, pulling it tight and fastening it the way it should have been.

"Right that will do. Now we can watch some TV."

We did just that for more than a couple of hours until it was time I should have normally go to bed. In the meantime Cole made sure we both had soda to drink and even did some popcorn for us to much which was real nice of him.

Sitting beside each other on the sofa, Cole with his jean covered legs hanging off the sofa in the normal way, while my bare legs were pulled up and my knees spread to allow for the bulk of the nappy between my legs.

Everything went perfectly until I got up to go to the toilet.

"Where are you going?" Cole asked so I told him.

"You're wearing your toilet," was the simple reply.

I very nearly smiled: "What you want me to wet my nappy?"

"Sure that's what they're for and we might as well see if they leak before you spend the night in it and after all it's not as if you haven't done it before."

Well that last part was true of course, I had wet a nappy before and as far as Cole was concerned had even wet my pyjamas. Plus there was the promise that I could wear nappies all night, which was a lot more than I'd dreamed of happening, so I thought, why not?

Funny thing is, it's not actually all that easy to make yourself wet yourself. The last couple of times I'd done it had been more or less by accident, or because I had no choice, but this was different. For one there was someone not just watching but waiting for me to do and that didn't so much put me off as give me an erection, which isn't something you want when you're trying to wee.

After a while of trying though, I finally did manage to squeeze a bit out, but it stopped almost instantly as if realising that it shouldn't be doing that. I tired again, and was once more rewarded but a little squirt, only this one didn't stop there, as all of a sudden my bladder let loose and I could feel the warm wetness spreading about the front of the nappy, and then soaking down and around the back as well.

"I'm wet!" I announced, trying not to sound too excited yet even as I said it I could feel my willy changing from one of it's primary purposes to the other. Standing hard inside the wet nappy.

"Well I'm watching this now. I'll take you up afterwards."

It was a short US comedy, so there was only twenty minutes for me to wait, sitting there on the sofa in a very wet nappy, hoping that it wouldn't leak, which thankfully it didn't.

"Okay, bedtime," Cole announced as the closing titles on the show started to run, "Let me check you for leaks."

It would have been humiliating for any fourteen year old to have to stand there in front of my only slightly older cousin and have him check around the waist and leg openings of my nappy. Yet for me it was deeping, thrilling, in a way that I was pretty sure Cole must have noticed as he brushed across the front of the nappy time and again, before he was sure I hadn't leaked.

After he'd made another check of the doors, Cole led me upstairs to my room, where he lay out an old blanket across my bed, and told me to lie down on it with my feet hanging over the end of the bed. He then pushed my knees apart, spreading my legs, practically off either side of my narrow single bed, before he started to peel back the tapes that held my nappy closed.

Pulling down the front of the nappy, Cole told me to lift my legs in the air which I did so he could slide the nappy out from underneath me, roll it into a ball, and get rid of it. While he did that, I remained where I was, totally naked, with my legs obscenely spread open, covered in my own wee. It was fantastic.

Cole returned with a warm washcloth that he used to wipe me down. Turning me from side to side so that he could get to all of my bottom, and doing the same to the front which would have given me an erection had I not already had one, that couldn't possible have got any harder.

A new nappy was removed from the package, and opened up as I once more raised myself up so it could go underneath me. This action was then repeated so more powder could be applied to my skin, along with some oil. The latter two things being repeated on the front, in a way that almost made me start to purr.

"You like that don't you," Teased Cole, before he stopped what he was doing and started to fasten the nappy tightly closed, "Well no more of that for you."

I admit I was disappointed but I didn't need him to do that, as I was more than practised enough to do it on my own, even through a thick nappy, as I would be demonstrating as soon as Cole left me. IN the meantime though, he had me get into bed – without my pyjamas – while he cleared up the nappy changing stuff. Then he explained the new rules.

"I'll put a nappy on you every night if you wish, and take it off in the morning if you can wait for me to get up, that is. How's that sound?"

"Great," I said.

—11 yo—

"How do you feel about being naked with other boys?"

It wasn't the sort of question a teenager gets asked all that often which is just as well as it's not the sort of thing that most of them want to even think about let alone actually answer. Of course, as you well know by now, I wasn't your average teenager so I had no trouble answer the question, and doing so totally honestly.

"I like being naked," I told my cousin Yuri, "In fact I sometimes go naked around the house just to see what it's like, so have no trouble with it."

He was a little shocked at this, but then he was new to me, "What you're naked in front of your mum?"

"Yeah sure. Why not? She's seen me naked loads of times. Probably more than anyone else," his eyebrows raised so I diffused them with a joke, "Well except for me, obviously."

"Ain't that the truth," Yuri laughed putting a voice that tried to make him sound older than he was, but which actually made him sound younger and trying too hard. "Still I guess you won't have any trouble with cub camp them."

Yep, that's what we were talking about. Cubs, and scouts in general. Yuri had been one and was now the other, having graduated from the green jersey brigade to wearing a proper shirt a year or so earlier. I, hadn't been in either, but was, for reasons that should be obvious to you by now, more than a little interested in what went on in such organisations, especially once the adults weren't around. Like at camp.

These camps were much more informal than I'd original thought, as Yuri had already confessed that the smaller ones anyway, were pretty much a single section of the pack being dropped off at a camp site with their supplied on a Friday and then left there until Monday, when they were picked up. In between those times it was just the boys on their own, and I just knew that even in the best behaved group of goody-goody cubs and scouts there had to be something 'interesting' going on, and that's why I was pushing Yuri for information.

"So do you go naked a lot at camp?"

Yuri blushed a bit confirming that I was onto something, as did his eventual answer.

"Not everyone does. Well not all the time."

"What's that mean? Who goes naked?"

"Well," he paused no doubt deciding if he should tell me about whatever it was given that I wasn't a scout and I was older than he was, "There's this tradition in scouts – well there's a lot of traditions but this one is different."

I leaned in closer, so we could share the secret. "What is it?"

"Well, the tradition is that that when a boy goes on his first camp he has to become the slave of the oldest scout there."

"A slave," I mumbled, thinking I'd hit the jackpot, but before I got too carried away, I had to make sure that what the scouts meant by a 'slave' was at least similar to what I was thinking about. So I asked.

"A slave has to do everything that he's told to do by the leader, no matter how horrible."

"And the slave is naked?" I asked. Well I would. Wouldn't?

"Not all the time. Mostly he wears a little loin cloth."

Interesting on so many levels, don't you think? I certainly did, so pushed for even more information, giving a hint as to what I was already thinking of doing, in the process.

"So if I was your slave, what would I have to do?"

"Well," Yuri said that a lot, "It doesn't start until the adults are gone, obviously, and then everyone will grab the new kid, and strip him naked and the leader will take his clothes and give him the loin cloth to put on."

"Do the kids know this is going to happen?"

"Most do, as it would be a bit cruel otherwise, plus if they struggled when they got stripped their uniforms could get damaged, and that would cause problems when we all got home."

That was a bit disappointing, but still, I told Yuri to go on with what happens."

Well, once the slave is dressed in his loin cloth, he has to do what the leader says, but only what the leader says, none of the others can boss him about.Oh and the slave gets to share a tent with the leader."

Now that sounded like something I could explore later, but before then but first there was something else I wanted to try. The thing that had started this entire conversation. The loin cloth.

"So can I try this on?" I asked, pointing to the thing I'd found when Yuri had allowed me to go through his scout stuff.

"Sure," he shrugged, "But I'm not sure it's going to fit you as it's made for kids my age although you aren't as big as some of the scouts."

That was all the incentive I needed, and two seconds later I was out of my clothes and standing totally naked in front of him, which gave him plenty to look at, although not as much as he was expecting, by the sound of it.

"Oh you don't have much hair do you," he said, which was a touch on the tackless side, not that it bothered me all that much, as it was hardly a surprise to me as I only had small tufts in all the places where some boys my age were already cultivating forests. Still I didn't want to spend ages talking about that, or having someone stare at me while I was nude or else I'd be all uprising, so I turned Yuri's attention away from between my legs and back to the loin cloth.

It was a small triangle of leather like cloth, about four inches [10 cm] across the top and down each side. There was a loop of elastic to form a waist band attached to the top, while at the bottom was six inches [15 cm] of knotted cord, hanging from the bottom of the triangle which had a couple of large beads attached, which I couldn't quite see a use for, even as I stepped into the waist loop and pulled it up to my hips.

"Mostly they for holding the front of the loin cloth down, so it doesn't flap up all the time and show off your tackle, but they can also be used in other ways too."

"Like what?"

"Well, if the loin cloth flaps up a lot anyway, the cord can be pulled back between your legs and the beads tucked under the waist band at the back to hold everything in place. Or…"

Yuri suddenly paused, and got this look in his eyes that told me something good was coming, so naturally I pushed him to tell me what it was.

"Sometimes," be began slowly, fingering the lowest bead, "when the cord is pulled back between a slave's legs, this bead gets put in their bum."

"Ah," I said, feeling myself react to that in a way that Yuri, who was still kneeling on the floor directly in front of me, couldn't miss.

"That's another reason to tuck the beads in the back," he said, holding back his giggle, "Here let me show you."

Taking hold of the bead again, Yuri pushed his hand through between my legs, whilst reaching around with his other hand so he could pull the elastic away from my back and slot the bead underneath it. This resulted in the cloth being pulled tight between my legs, dragging my erection down onto my nuts, while the cloth went into the crack of my bum, like I was being given a wedge, which ironically was about the worse thing that I'd thought would have happened to a scout before I bet Yuri.

"Try walking about," Yuri suggested, "See what it's like."

What it was like was a small tent, that pulled the loin cloth both down and slightly out away from my body, but which did keep my erection mostly under control even as I started to do some bending exercises in the hopes of having the exact opposite reaction which I finally managed as I bent backwards. My erection coming out of the side.

"Well that's not good," Yuri said, startling me slightly as he reached over, and pushed my erection back under the cover of the loin cloth once more.

Naturally I did the same thing again, only this time it didn't work, so I tried sitting down on a chair, which lead to another prompt from Yuri.

"There's no chairs at camp. Try sitting on the floor."

I did, squatting down purposely slowly so that my erection would once more slide itself out of the covering. If only a little bit, although once I was sitting down, I rolled backwards which completed the job.

"You're out again," observed Yuri, whilst I was observing the tent in his own trousers, "Want me to tuck it back in again?"

"I guess."

Leaning forward almost before I'd given him permission, Yuri took hold of my erection and started to push it back under the cloth again, but apparently the angle was all wrong, or something and he had to ask me to stand up so he could do it properly. He even had a reason why?

"You can't flop it out at camp or it'll get sunburnt and you don't want that."

No boy wants that, so I stood up and let him basically play with my tackle for a bit, which wasn't totally unpleasant it has to be said. Yuri clearly was too, as even when he had me all tucked up inside the loin cloth again, he carried on making 'addjustments' most of which were totally not needed, such as pinging the waistband to test for 'tautness', and such like. He even found reason to touch pretty all of my bum as well, even though the loin cloth didn't even cover that. Naturally it wasn't long before he had a finger inside the crack, feeling up and down, especially down, until he was poking at the back of my nuts, which not surprisingly caused my erection to spring out once more.

By now I had a very idea where this was going, and was waiting for Yuri to get a little bolder, as he clearly knew what he was doing, meaning that this sort of thing probably happened all the time on a scout camp, which was great news. What wasn't such great news was the sound of the front door opening, as Yuri's parents came home.

Startled, Yuri ran for the window, peered down at the car now sitting in the driveway, and then told me to get dressed, while stuffing a hand down his own trousers to sort out his own excitement.

And so ended my first time experiencing life as a scout with Yuri, but it wasn't going to be my last. Not by a long shot. There was just too many interesting things going on for that to happen.

—11 and 10 yo—

I woke up the next morning after my first day as a girl, feeling as groggy as usual as I stumbled into the toilet to get rid of whatever river was attempting to flow through my bladder. It only being then that I remembered the panties I still had on under my pyjamas. They had no fly of course, but I could have just taken myself out of them and done what had to be done but instead, I not only pulled them all the way down but I then turned around and sat down, just like a girl would have.

Okay so there was another reason to sit down, but all the same, it was a strange thing to do don't you think.

Anyway, once I was done in there, I went downstairs for breakfast where I found Jody and Karl were already waiting for me.

We said the normal round of greeting, while I consumed enough orange juice to bring me back to life, at which point I noted they were wearing their cub uniforms, which raised the question of what we were going to do today. Only to be rather shocked by the answer.

"We're going to church!"

"We're what?" I sprayed in fruit juice making the two younger boys dive for cover.

"Church," replied Jody fetching a cloth to clean the table.

It didn't answer my real question so I asked again, "Why? You don't normally go. At least you didn't go last week."

"My family goes sometimes," Karl announced, "so they know us there. My sister even help out sometimes with the little kids."

Again I wasn't getting the answer I wanted, but it wasn't too long to wait. Jody just had to rinse out the sponge first, "Point is they don't know me, and don't know you, so won't recognise you if you were to wear a dress."

"If you want to wear a dress that is?" Added Karl, loading his question every bit as much as a ten year old could, until it was turned more into a dare. A dare I would have accepted anyway, just not too quickly.

"I guess I could," I started to think it over, out loud, so the others would know my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Or at least they would think they did, "Well I guess it's a bit like yesterday, where I have to get used to wearing a dress in public, right. And if no one knows me at the church then no one is going to know I'm a boy, and then I can just sit there like any other girl, with no one being none the wiser."

The boys looked at each other, but it was Jody who spoke, "Well it's up to you because we don't want to force you."

"That's fine," I sighed a little, somewhat wishing that they would force me, but knowing that was never going to happen as cubs just aren't like that.

There was silence for a moment before Karl jumped up, "In that case, let's go and get you something to wear for church."

It was no real surprise when Karl returned a split second later carrying a complete frilly little girl's outfit right down to some white tights and filly little pink socks. It was obvious that he'd bought it all with him, in advance, but I said nothing, just went upstairs to get changed followed by the two younger boys.

Up in my room I peeled off my pyjamas followed by the peach panties and the vest with the built it training bra, and went to get a shower. When I returned Karl had everything layed out for me in the order I needed to put it on, starting with a new pair of panties that were a lot more pink than peach. That was followed by a pair of tights, with which he had to give me a bit of help as I just wasn't used to putting on something that… well… tight. But I did like the way my legs looked in them.

A pair of rumba panties followed over the tights, which seemed a bit pointless to me, especially as I was wearing another pair of panties underneath them, but that did sort of explain why girls always take so long to get dressed when as a boy you can just chuck on a single pair of shorts and you're done.

Anyway, once the rumba pants were on, they were covered up by a full slip crinoline in pure white, and then a very pretty pink party dress that had lace and bows all over it, with two long sashes that tied in one big bow behind my back. It was also rather shorter than anything I'd worn before, stopping along with the crinoline, a good four inches [10 cm] above my knees.

The boys divided up at this point. With me sitting down, Karl went behind me to to put my hair into the same short ponytails I had before, topping both of them off with a pink bow, while Jody sat on the floor to put the frilly pink socks on my feet, followed by the same Mary-Jane shoes I'd worn the day before.

Once I was dressed there was just about enough time for the three of us to get downstairs in time for one of Karl's sisters to pick us up in her car for the journey to the church, which I was assured was a good twenty minutes away, so there would be no danger of anyone recognising me.

My arrival at the car was met with squeals from other sisters, along with many compliments about how good I looked in the dress, and especially about my legs in the tights, which started a stirring inside them that was thankfully well under control from the tight layers that held it all down. The one bit I wasn't so sure about was when one of the sisters tried to assure me that no one would even think I was a fourteen year old boy. Well it wasn't so much that bit, as the part where she added that I looked more like a six year old girl. After all I was much too tall for that. Wasn't I? Apparently not, as I found out when I got to church.

I was more than a little nervous getting out of the car, but no one seemed to give me a second glance, until we got to the church door, when a woman standing there asked if I was sure I wanted to go inside.

Confused I didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Karl knew instantly what was going on, announcing it to the rest of us, "She's wondering if you would rather go to the Sunday school with the other little kids Matilda?"

Suddenly my idea of sitting quietly in church like a good little girl was totally blown out of the water, only to be replaced by something so much better. The lady actually thought I was a little kid, who'd preferred to spend time with other little kids, doing little kid things, rather than being with the adults and the big kids. It was an offer I was really tempted to follow, only I didn't risk doing it on my own, away from those who knew the truth. Thankfully Karl had a plan for that as well.

"Matilda's a little shy," he told the lady, "Maybe Jody and I could go with her? WOuld that be okay?"

"Of course, Karl. You're such a good boy," she said, so with Karl's sister giggling to themselves I was lead away from the main church door around the side by two uniformed boys, to a side door through which I found I found a scattering of kids aged between about four and seven colouring in books with crayons around a large table.

The cubs guided me to an empty chair, and after introducing me to the other kids, who apparently all knew Karl, set me up with a picture to colour in, and then set about helping the other kids.

Colouring wasn't something I'd done for nearly ten years but do you know, it was actually rather fun. In fact it must have been because before I knew it twenty minutes had passed and it was time for a snack.

Once more Jody and Karl did the honours passing out a cartoon of fruit juice and a couple of biscuits to each of the kids, including me. However, when they got to me, Karl had apparently organised something different to prevent me from making a mess of my dress. This turned out to be a very large covering that was usually used when the kids did painting.

Made of thin plastic the coverall had arms through which the arms could be put, and then tied up at the back. On the front was a picture of a princess wearing a dress that wasn't overly different from the one I had on. Giving Karl a look that was meant to let him on that I wasn't overly happy about this I nonetheless put my arms through and allowed him to tie it up behind me, so that it completely covered the front of the dress.

Thankfully I didn't have to wear the coverall for long, as after all two biscuits don't last that long in a teenager's mouth, so I was finished long before the other kids had, and with much less mess, despite my being the only one wearing a coverall. Still, when we were all done, Karl made a show of washing my face with a cloth just like he did the other kids.

After the snack it was play time once more, only this time it was outside, at the little playground that bordered the church. "Would you like to play on the swings Matilda?" Karl asked, as I stood there wondering what to do.

"It's only for little kids," Pointed out Jody, noticing the 'Twelve and Under' sign. Something Karl instantly countered.

"Matilda, is wearing a dress for a younger girl and everyone thinks she's seven or eight, so that doesn't matter."

"Yes go on dear, there's nothing to be scared off," encouraged the lady teacher, thankfully not having understood the what the two boys had actually meant. "You'll be fine with the cubs looking after you."

Jody clearly didn't like the idea of breaking the age rule, so I took the pressure off him by wondering out, through the gate set in the small fence that surrounded the playground and going across to the swings. Karl instantly scampered behind me and started to push, which soon lead to me telling him to stop.

"Why?" he asked, "I wasn't pushing you that high."

"No, but every time you do, my dress flies up."

"So?"

"When it does people will see my… my…" I took a quick look around, seeing the Sunday school lady standing close by, said a different word to the one I was originally going to, "my panties."

Karl giggled like the young boy he was, before offering advice, "In that case, why don't you just keep your legs together like a nice young lady."

I hadn't realised it, but I'd been sitting on the swing like a boy would with my legs apart. Bringing my knees into each other, whilst not stopping the dress from going up, did prevent any one from possibly seeing up between my legs to what had to be the obvious lump in my tights and panties that really shouldn't have been there on a little girl.

After that I really enjoyed the swing in a way I doubt I could have done if I'd been dressed as a boy. Karl though soon got fed up with pushing me and went to help the other kids leaving me to power myself back and forth, rather unaware that in doing so I'd shifted my position on the seat, so that my bottom was actually hanging off the back of the narrow seat, with only my thighs resting on it. This meant that the dress was mostly behind me, and would, on occasion blow up when I reach the top of my swing, flapping up as I then descended, to show off my bottom to anyone who happened to be looking up, which Karl did, quite often.

Thankfully other than showing of the back of my panties I remained quite decent, and I guess it was a fairly normal thing for little girls to do, as no one mentioned it. At least not until I was back in the car, when Karl made a great production of telling his sister about how I was showing off my frilly panties to all the little boys in Sunday school.

—15, 8 and 7 yo—

I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I knew I had to wait for my cousin Noah to get back and find out what he was going to, but I wasn't sure I wanted to wait that long. I had to though, it would be the only way to make sure my plan was going to work the way I wanted to. I had to wait for Noah to work out the 'right' thing to do. And by 'right' I mean the thing I wanted him to do.

The set up had been easy enough. I'd been staying with him, his very little brothers, Oscar and Perry, for a fortnight already, and had even settled in reasonable well. The four of us boys got on okay, although Noah could be a little, stuck up at times, but then I guess that's what happens when you go an elite school like he does. I mean, the place he went to made Bailey's prep school seem like a backwater slum. Not that I knew Bailey then, as although I've told you part of that story already, that didn't happen until after I'd moved on.

Noah was fifteen, and already in the top year at his school having been moved ahead at least once, perhaps twice, which isn't to say he was a swot as he really wasn't. He was smart though, but he liked normal boy stuff like sports and things like that. He was rather traditional in his thoughts though, which was something I hoped to cash in on, once he thought I was as well. And now he did. Since he'd caught me wearing his school uniform, messing with things on his computer.

Sitting there waiting for him to sort out his little brothers, I could feel my erection sticking up through the cloth of the plain grey school trousers I had on that I knew looked so good on my from the length of time I'd spent in front of the mirror making sure that they did.

I really did look smart in that uniform., but only if it was worn properly, the way Noah did, with the blazer on, the shirt tucked in and the tie all neatly knotted. Socks pulled up, even though they couldn't be seen under the full pressed trousers with their sharp creases, and shoes so shiny you could literally see your face in them.

I often wondered if going about dressed like that, made Noah out to be some sort of freak amongst his peers, but apparently it didn't, as he appeared to have the usual number of friends, both with his own age group, and those he had lessons with despite them being a few years older. He was also good with his little brothers, which must have made him out to be about the most perfect normal teenager anyone could know. However there was one thing that he was interested in, that was anything but normal.

I'd found it by accident, which was strange as I'd spent days trying to thing of something to do with Noah, or rather to have Noah to do to me, when the answer fell right into my lap.

He'd been in his room, doing his homework, which he always did straight away when he got in from school, even before he changed out of his uniform. Okay so that's perhaps a little odd, but not as odd as what I saw he was working on, when I popped up to ask where some game was the younger boys wanted.

Rather than tell me, Noah went to get it himself, leaving me in his room with nothing to do but read what he'd been writing, which turned out not to be homework at all, but rather a long and very detailed account of how naughty teenage boys used to be punished by being forced to wear short trousers and regularly spanked or even caned, by parents, school staff and just about everyone in-between.

I only read the first part of it that time, as Noah was back within a few seconds. The rest I read later, when I had the time to put on Noah's uniform first, and to make sure he caught me, not just reading it, but enjoying it in a very obvious way.

"Right then, I think we need to have a little chat," Noah announced when he returned to the room a short while later sounding not unlike I imagined one of his teacher would have sounded had he been a kid back in the 1950s, as he appeared to want to be.

"Oh okay!" I nodded, trying to look embarrassed about what he'd apparently caught me doing whist wondering how he was going to bring up the subject, I most wanted to talk about.

The answer, it turned out, was bluntly.

"Does the idea of being spanked turn you on?"

I was more than a little startled, as I'd expected that I'd had have to lead him around the bushes for some time before getting to this point, only for him to go straight to the point. Still, it did make it easier for me to admit that it did.

"In that case," he said, sitting down on the bed, "How about I give you a spanking right now?"

"Now?" I was again caught by surprise, before I remember at least some of the script I'd been intending to follow, "You mean like you gave to Perry the other day?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh you heard that did you? But yes, like that. Only harder, as you are twice Perry's age. So, how about it?"

It wasn't exactly the scenario I'd worked out, as it was as if we'd skipped directly to the final page, but then you don't look a gift horse in the mouth do you, so I agreed.

A second later I was laid across Noah's lap, with my hands and feet on the floor either side of his knees, getting a spanking.

There was no warm up. No resting his hand on my bottom. No practise swings. None of that. Noah just got on with it spanking my bottom very thoroughly indeed, yet not hard enough to make me actually cry. I did wriggle and squirm a bit across his lap and even lifted my bum up a few times, hoping to invite the spanks to be even harder, but that never really happened. I guess Noah was just too use to spanking a seven year old, and just for all his intelligence didn't realise how much more he had to do to get through to a fourteen year old in the same position.

We were both slightly breathless when it was all over. The spanking having finished every bit as suddenly as it started. I was on my feet a second later, rubbing my bottom through my trousers, while noting that Noah was also rubbing his hand, making me wonder if my bottom was harder than Perry's.

"Did that hurt?" Noah asked, sounding like it was a genuine question rather than he was teasing.

"Yes."

"Did it hurt enough?" he then asked which was more tricky to answer.

"I think so!"

"Not like a caning then?"

I took my time answering this one, "I don't know I've never been caned, but I bet that hurts. Just like getting the strap or the slipper would."

"Indeed," he thought, "Perhaps we should try those too. But before that we have to sort out the kids, then we can decided what we are going to do with you."

Suddenly Noah was up and gone, back downstairs with his brothers, leaving me with a stinging, but not burning bottom, that I continued to rub as I followed him down to where the little boys were waiting, at the dinner table, waiting for their post school snack that Noah always made for them.

"Before anyone says anything," Noah said, to the young kids, "I've just given Matt a spanking."

"Why?" asked eight year old Oscar.

"Because he deserved one," replied Noah before I could, "and there will probably be some more later, so don't be surprised if you hear anything."

The little lads looked at each other their mouths falling open, "More spanking!" they asked.

"That depends on Matt," pointedly Noah looked directly at me right then with a look that made me wonder if he knew exactly what I was up to. But he couldn't. Could He? No, there was no way.

Those thoughts continued to go around inside my head as we all eat the snack Noah made for us all. Meanwhile the three brothers talked about the things they'd got up to during the day. All three of them paying attention to each other, even asking questions as relevant points, making it clear that they were actually interested in each other's activities, even though they differed so wildly due to their ages. There again as Noah had been pretty much looking after his siblings since their parents had to work several jobs to pay for his schooling, I guess he had become a sort of surrogate father to them, as well as a big brother. BOth of which roles I really wanted him to take on for me as well.

When the meal was finished, Noah got the little kids to clear up while he and I went back to his room for a talk that started the moment we got there.

"So, what's this all about then?" asked Noah, once more getting right to the point where I could tell him what I wanted, without all the messing about I'd had to do with pretty much all my other cousins.

"It's that stuff you were writing about. I rather liked it.

"Like it? In what way?"

Two more blunt questions that could only be answered one way by blushing and embarrassed nods down to the point between my legs.

"They give you sexual feelings? Is that what you mean? About boys being spanked?" clarified Noah,

More blushing. MOre looking nervous, and this wasn't so much acting on my part as it was all true, so my reactions were actual real. For a change.

"Things like that don't happen very much anymore. Boys don't get spanked anymore. Especially at your age."

Finally Noah has something that could have come from the script I'd worked up. So I said the line that came next: "You think they should?"

"Probably," Noah admitted. "Like it was back in the 1950s through to the 1970s or so, when schools could use the cane, or the slipper, a strap, or if they were in Scotland a tawes. Boys really got punished properly back in those days. In the traditional way."

That little speech – of which I've only re-produced a fraction here – certainly told me that I was on the right lines as far as Noah's interest was concerned. Now I just had to turn it on to me. BUt first I had to agree with him. "Things seemed so much better back then, from what you wrote. Boys know what to wear and what to do and what would happen if they didn't do either of those two things. Don't you agree."

"Indeed I do," Noah nodded, so I pushed things a bit further.

"Punishments should hurt too."

Once more on script, Noah replied just as I hoped he would, "Didn't that spanking I gave you hurt?"

"Yes, at the time, but now my ars…" Quickly I corrected myself from using a word I knew he wouldn't like to one more fitting with the boys he was used to ordering about, "I mean my bum, is only glowing a bit, not actually stinging any more. It's probably no more red than your hand is."

Smiling slightly Noah looked down at his right palm which was indeed slightly red from where he'd assaulted the seat of my trousers.

"Maybe," I suggested, "I'm just too old to be spanked with just a hand. Perhaps a slipper would be better."

"Perhaps," was all Noah said for a moment, as he thought things through that massive brain of his. Hopefully making all the connections I wanted him to make, involving the punishments I'd mentioned, and even the wearing of old style uniforms as he'd laid out in his essay. Of course it was always possible that he wouldn't do anything, as it really wasn't his place to punish me at all, not that I'd even done anything really wrong. On the other hand, we both knew that wasn't going to happen.

"What you are talking about is finding out how boys were punished back in the olden days," Noah announced when his brain had finished doing it's thing. "So I think it would only be fair for you to find out what that would be like."

I could have jumped for joy as Noah had gone for the very thing I'd wanted. But instead, I dropped my head down trying to look embarrassed, and also hiding my smile. BUt there was more.

"As part of this you will do everything the way it was back then including wearing short trousers, at least at home and perhaps out and about as well. We shall see."

As casually as I could I moved my hands to cover the lump that was forming in the front of my trousers, as I asked about the shorts.

"There's an old short trousered uniform at school I can borrow. I'll bring it home tomorrow for you. How's that sound?"

"Good!" I said, when I'd mean to say nothing of the sort, but it just slipped out. Not that I had long to worry about it, as Noah still had something to say.

"As soon as you are wearing it I will give you a really hard slippering, on your bare bottom, and see what you make of that."

Now, I caught the contradiction in there, that I'd be wearing shorts for a bare bottom spanking, but I really didn't care. I was just too hard to think about anything else not even when Noah gave me the task of finding something with which he could punish me.

The most obvious choice was an actual slipper of course, and yes Noah actually wore them, but they were soon deemed unsuitable due to the hard plastic sole. However, a short investigation in the family shoe cupboard, unearthed an old living room with the apparently required rubber base, that just had to have the laces removed to make it the perfect implement for spanking a naughty boy's bum.

Now I just had to wait for that to happen.

—11 and 12 yo—

In the days that followed my being tied up naked in the old stable that I told you about some time ago, I tried desperately to work out some way for it to happen again, but I just couldn't get around to it. However, almost without me thinking about it. something so totally different turned up, that once I'd gone with, it turned to have the same outcoming.

I was accompanying my cousin Fin on one of the many walks he took with the various dogs that it was his job to look after, when I noticed that he was a bit said about something. SO I asked.

"Oh it's nothing," he said, "It's just that one of my dogs died that's all."

I said all the right things, about loss and such like, but he said it wasn't a surprise as the dog was older than he was, at nearly fourteen, and had a good life, and so on. That was when the idea came to me.

"Hey, how about I pretend to be the old dog. Would that help?"

"You?" he asked, "How can you be a dog?"

"Why not? I'm about the same age he was and I can bark too," I did my best dog impression which really wasn't that great, but it made Fin smile which was nice to see. And he even gave me some tips about how to sound more like a dog. Not just barking, but the full range of sounds they make, like the whine when they want feeding, the panting when they're thirsty, and other sounds for when they want to play and so on.

When all that was done, I took it one stage further, getting down on all fours, and telling him to teach me all the tricks his dogs could do.

Thankfully the dogs were mostly work dogs so they didn't have too many tricks, other than the standard, instructions of sitting, rolling over, giving a paw, all of which I mastered must faster than any dog could have done, mainly because I could ask what it was I was meant to be doing.

It was just then that Elliot turned up. Catching sight of me on all fours with my clothes somewhat dirty he naturally asked what was going on.

"Matt's pretending to be a dog," Fin explained.

"Really," scoffed Elliot, like only an older brother could, "Matt don't look like no dog to me."

"Yeah he does. He does tricks and everything," protested Fin leading to a full demonstration of everything I'd learned in the last few minutes.

Elliot still wasn't impressed: "Not bad, but he still don't look like a dog."

"Why not?" his brother asked, speaking for the two of us. Not that I could say anything. I was being a dog after all.

"Dogs don't wear clothes."

Well if that was the only problem, I could soon fix that, which I did by pulling off my shoes and socks, followed my shirt and then my jeans leaving only my underwear, which soon followed everything else onto a nearby tree stump.

"Good doggy," laughed Fin patting me on the head, but still Elliot wasn't finished.

"He's still missing something. The one thing that dogs have."

Fin couldn't work out what that was, but I could, and I knew right where I could get one too as they were hanging right over Fin's shoulders.

I had to break out of dog mode for a second in order to stand up and take the lead and collar from where it was draped over the eleven year old's shoulder, which startled him slightly but he was soon smiling again once he saw me buckling the heavy black leather collar around my neck.

"What about a tail?" asked Elliot but this time Fin had an answer for him.

"Not all dogs have tails," he said which disappointed me slightly as I was already trying to think of a way in which I could get one. As it was all I could do was waggle my rear end around, as if I had a tail, which seemed to do the trick all the same.

And speaking of tricks that what I went back to doing. Sitting, rolling over and all that sort of thing until Elliot picked up a small stick from the ground and threw it. For a second I did nothing, thinking he was just throwing it, until Fin gave me the order to 'fetch' at which point I scampered after it and bought it back, not to him but to Fin, who was, after all, my master.

By this time the other dogs Fin was walking had returned from whatever they'd been doing, and after keeping their distance from the strange scene in front of them for a short while, began to creep forward as if they were trying to work out what to make of the naked teenager pretending to be one of them.

"Hey does your Matt dog do that?" Elliot suddenly asked, pointing at where one of the dogs had raised his hind leg against a tree.

"Don't know. I guess so," answered Fin but even as he said it I was already on my way over to a nearby tree, where I copied what we'd seen the dog do. Just not very successfully.

I thought I'd done it right, but a boy's body just isn't made the same way that a dogs is. Our legs are longer for a start, and we're used to using our hands to point ourselves in a particular direction when we want to have a wee to ensure we don't get any of it on ourselves. GOing down on all fours, and lifting one leg up doesn't have the same effect. True it gets one leg out of the way – the one that's up in the air – up the other one is right there, knee resting on the ground, right where the wee is going to land. Or in the case of a hard woodland floor splash.

"You'll get better at it," laughed Elliot when he saw me splash myself. He then laughed harder as one of the dogs came over behind me and lifted his leg in the exact same place I'd just gone, making me scurry out of the way.

"Don't worry he's just claiming the territory as his own," explained Fin, which didn't really make me feel any better.

"Anyway, we'd best be getting back," explained Elliot, "We've got stuff to do."

"What about my dog?" his brother asked.

"Well, why don't you put him in the kennel and you can play with him later. How about that?"

At this point I barked, to get their attention, before pointing my snout towards where my clothes were still sitting."

"Oh don't worry doggy," Elliot said, petting my head, "We'll bring them along but you won't need them yet."

We walked – well they walked I and the other dogs went along on all fours – back to the farm, where Elliot made a point of shouting out that he and Fin were going to put the dogs in the kennels before they joined the others in whatever chores it was they would be doing.

Due to their being other animals in and around the farm, once they got inside the gate, all the dogs were put on leads and that included me. Fin snapping a leather leash onto the collar still strapped around my neck, before leading me over to the first chain mesh enclosure where all the dogs spent most of their time.

Opening the gate he took me inside, he clipped the end of my lead he'd been holding to the ring set into the wall, before using the two dispersers that were built into the wall, to fill up two matching silver bowls. One with water and the other with food that didn't look at all appetising.

When everything was set, Fin stayed with me just long enough to watch me drink some of the water, then he left me there, closing the gate behind him, and snapping the bolt closed, as he went.

It would be three hours before I got out of the kennel, and sure I could have let myself out in the meantime, I did what any good dog would do. I waited for my master to return so we could continue our games.

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